#the minute he decided to live the gods gave him a reason to die

[baejax-the-great]

The tragedy of Achilles isn't that he got mad and was punished for it through the death of his friend.

The tragedy of Achilles is that it took him ten years and a very stupid argument to realize that dying in a pointless war against people who never wronged him was a complete waste of his life and that he valued living over glory, but at that point it was too late to disentangle himself from the cycle of violence that would claim his best friend/lover and inevitably himself.

[ice-sculptures]

Okay well I’ve already forced u to look at most of my pets so I’m kinda just gonna copy u…what r ur favorite buck and/or eddie quotes?? I can NEVER think of any when I’m making graphics and u remember the show so much better than I do LOLL

OHHHHH MY GOD THERE'S SO MANY

some off the top of my head:

"two cut lines" - like. okay. i still maintain that the rest of the firefam doesn't actually know how close buck & eddie are and definitely do not fully realize the extent of buck's role in the diazes' life, but one thing that the rest of them Do know is that buck would rather die than leave eddie behind and i love tht these three simple words encapsulate the strength of that undying devotion

"and that started with you. whatever happens to him next, you gave him that second chance. maybe that's the point." i will never ever ever ever ever ever be over this scene and how buck found the exact words to bring eddie back from the brink and show him that what he does matters, that there's still hope, that there are things worth living for and that he made a difference in someone's life. and i think that this right here is more than romance more than love this is just. soulmatism right here. i mean....to be seen to be found isn't that what we're all searching for?

AND ON THAT NOTE. BUCK. THERE'S NOBODY IN THIS WORLD THAT I TRUST WITH MY SON MORE THAN YOU. makes me fucking INSANE because what do you mean eddie forgave him instantly?? in any other show with any other pairing this would be a season long arc with the two of them tentatively reconciling at the very end of it all. anybody else would be (understandably, i might add) nervous to leave christopher with buck after what happened, but eddie forgave buck immediately. eddie, who adores chris with all of his heart and soul, who loves that boy more than anything else in this world, saw not that buck wasn't able to hold onto chris, but that he loved him enough to try. he didn't hold it against him for chris getting swept away, he only focused on the buck that spent all day bloody and bruised, searching for his heart. but more than anything, i think he saw all of that love and heartbreak and guilt and the self doubt that matches his own reflected in buck and decided to give his best, truest friend the chance that was never given to him 🥺😭

"comes in handy when you have a bunch of holes in the wall" i can't explain why i love this bit of casual reassurance so much but i just. i think it's so simple and so sweet and a testament to how they make each other feel so loved so easily :(

i don't remember the exact quote right now but do you remember that scene where eddie and hen are gossiping about hen's mom and eddie says that his abuela would love the tea bc she loves telenovelas and buck beams at him w the fondest grin ever and teases eddie about loving telenovelas too? i know they're soulmates and in love and all of that shit but they're also Best Friends and i love all these little reminders of how well they know each other and how much they genuinely like each other. also this being in the same episode as buck's look of complete confusion when his long term gf tells him she loves him was a Choice™️

"just gonna be you and me" from the LS crossover episode for no reason other than it was cute & i love buck's subsequent jealousy

"guess all that company must've wore you out" bc of the obvious Implications that maddie tried to rope eddie into her plan of sending buck visitors to cheer him up and eddie straight up said no because he knew that wasn't going to help. yet another one of the million examples of these two knowing exactly what the other person needs & also Being exactly what the other person needs

"three minutes and seventeen seconds" because what do you MEAN he knows the exact amount of time buck was dead for. what do you mean he counted the seconds that he lived in this world without his best friend, praying and begging that he could outrun the clock and he wouldn't reach the time that would make it permanent. what do you mean he memorized the amount of time and then he threw out that line so casually because he couldn't stand the way they were talking about buck's death as something fascinating instead of as the worst three minutes and seventeen seconds of eddie's life...

the one-two punch that is "you don't need to pretend with me" and "you don't have to be anything for anybody" because both of them have spent so much of their lives not feeling good enough and not truly living for themselves...and yet around each other they've never had to do that and are free to be nothing but themselves and still be loved not despite it, but for it.

and finally last but not least....the very thesis of their relationship: "you can have my back any day" / "yeah. or, you know, you could… you could have mine" because it's stayed true ever since the first day they met and will remain true for the rest of their lives. also i'll never stop thinking about how 911 straight up said "isn't that what we all want in a partner? knowing that they have your back?" in the season five finale and have shown time and again that buck and eddie have tried to accomplish this in their previous relationships but have only ever been able to have a full and true partnership with each other...yeah that shit will Haunt me forever

this is probably incomprehensible but my mind is running at a million miles an hour right now so i am not going to go back and edit it

[ezrisdax-archive]

Going to go with DS9 for your "5 things you'd change" ask meme. Curious to hear your thoughts :з

send me a tv show/book/fandom and i’ll say the top 5 things i’d change about it

So, I'm biased and I'm tumblr user ezrisdax which means I need Ezri to exist but that said I'd change how Jadzia died. I've personally never been a fan of that, the ending and how she said her goodbye to Worf and Sisko was fine but Dukat killing her like that just...did not appeal to me at all, I hated that. Now how I'd have her die I don't know. Maybe while she was stuck in the Changeling mind trap place they gave her a drug and it's been slowly tearing down her ability to host the symbiont. (maybe that also means it can be removed but Jadzia has to be rushed to Trill and in a coma and thus gone for a time and Ezri is there still, I can still come up with Jadzia lives AUs right?). Or have her die defending the station just not...turning around and hey Dukat is there. At least let her get one punch in to him please.

Ezri and Julian and I don't have to expand on that, dear god, no.

Worf and Jadzia's wedding, not the wedding itself but the lack of the TNG characters. Like yeah I get not wanting to pay them etc etc but also listen, I need Jadzia and Deanna meeting properly and teasing Worf. It has always bothered me they weren't there for his wedding.

Jadzia's lack of interaction with other characters after Worf's arrival. I do feel starting season five it gets really bad; she doesn't have a lot of interactions with the others that don't also involve Worf in some capacity after that and while I do enjoy that ship I wanted more weird Trill adventures as it's own thing.

Alexander's whole thing in DS9, I didn't think it fit him at all and I absolutely hated it. Like first of all he should have just been with Worf anyway I thought we went through this in TNG and second of all he's never been interested in the Klingon stuff and he shouldn't have to and then why did they make him an idiot at it? He was a smart kid, c'mon.

Did I say top five? Just kidding here's more because I can't decide. Everything about Profit and Lace. I tend to skip over that episode during rewatches and it's bad. I think they should have brought Pel back instead and have another episode with her where it shows how much she's flourished and profited in the Gamma Quadrant.

I minute thing that's also always bothered me, Mirror Jadzia dies for....???? reasons? Like Ezri in the Mirror verse is Ezri Tigan, she doesn't have or need the symbiont and they just drop that Jadzia is dead that episode for zero reasons, like why couldn't she be away on a mission or something. I'm sorry but that stuck in my head and ate away at me for the longest time.

Sisko and Ezri and the lack of a relationship in any way after the third episode of season seven. Like she Dax and she pulls him back in and I think them navigating a new relationship again where this time Sisko is the mentor figure would be way way way more interesting then the Ezri/Julian storyline they stuck in instead.

VIC FONTAINE. I hate that fucking holoprogram. Too many episodes were about him and why the fuck is there an alive mirror verse version of him?????

Screw SNW I want a DS9 musical episode.

[specialagentlokitty]

9th doctor x reader - you’ve got me

Part one:

Life was unpredictable, and in a way that’s what made it was terrifyingly beautiful.

You never knew what the next day would bring, things could change within a minute, within a second even.

Every choice.

Every path.

Every smile, tear, heartbreak, new friendship.

They all shaped the future into something no one could predict, a future that was forever constantly changing because of small choices made that you probably never thought about.

And maybe it was one of those choices that led you to where you were right now, to where you stood before an alien race, staring at the doctor who was having to choose between you and Rose.

One to live.

One to die.

And of course it wasn’t a choice he could make, he couldn’t pick between his two companions who he wanted to live and he he would let die.

He couldn’t.

So he refused.

“You pick… or we pick..” the leader rasped out.

“I.. I can’t! I can’t choose one knowing the other is being sentenced to death!” The doctor snapped.

He had tried everything, he had tried threatening them, scaring them, pleading, reasoning.

They wouldn’t listen.

They wouldn’t explain why they were doing this.

They just were.

“Then.. perhaps they will decide..” another said.

The aliens turned to you and Rose, and Rose pointed to you tiled your head a little bit.

“Pick…”

“Why? It doesn’t matter what we decide right? You’re still going ti make that choice aren’t you?”

“Pick…”

“No.”

The aliens all looked to one another, and they tossed the doctor to the floor and pointed their weapons at him, then they did the same to Rose.

“You pick.. him.. or her..”

You stared at the two people you had been travelling with, and you clenched your jaw a little bit.

“(Y/N), tell them me. The TARDIS will still take you and Rose home.” The doctor said.

You looked at him but said nothing.

“I will not condemn one of the two people I care about to die…”

“You will…”

They loaded their weapons and you shook your head.

“Fine… they both die..”

You watched in horror as they picked the doctor and Rose up as they begged and screamed to for you to just pick them.

“No!”

The whole ship fell silent.

“Don’t hurt them…”

The aliens all looked at you.

“You just want to kill one of us right? For whatever it is you want to do, you only need one. A human. So the doctor is no use to you.”

One of the aliens gave a small nod.

“Then let them both go, wait for them to leave, then kill me.”

“No!” The doctor and Rose yelled.

The leader of the small group walked over to you.

“You choose to die in their place…?”

“I do. Let them go, please.”

The alien seemed to think about this, and gestured with a red hand for the others to let you go and they did.

Then gestured for you to follow, so you did without a word, up to the small platform.

“You will be sacrificed…”

“Just let them go..”

“No! Please! Just let (Y/N) live!” The doctor begged.

The alien had the doctor and Rose escorted away despite their yelling and protesting, and you took a shaky breath.

The alien sat you on the floor and took their ship back to whatever planet it was they came from, and you were escorted out on to black grass, the whole planet seemed to just be in a permanent state of night.

“Come…”

You quietly followed to the top of a hill, and you were told to sit down, so you did.

“You will be sacrificed to our gods… in return we get sunlight once more…”

“Is that why you’re doing this? For sunlight?”

The creature nodded and stood in front of you, so you looked up, only a small fire to give you any light.

“We.. need sun… like humans…”

“Why did your gods take it away?”

“Punishment… we sacrifice.. we get sunlight…”

You looked at the vast dark planet around and you sighed a little bit, resting your head on your knees.

“We sacrifice you.. at moons peak…”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes..”

You looked at the red alien again.

“Will it hurt…?”

The alien titled it’s head in confusion.

“When you kill me… how will you do it?”

“We… shoot you… back of the head…”

“At least it won’t hurt…”

“What is.. hurt..?”

You looked at the alien.

“Pain. When something hurts it’s painful.”

“We do not.. understand pain.. we do not have emotions..”

The alien crouched down, titling it’s head a little bit at you, seemingly trying to read the expression on your face.

“You feel pain now..?”

“No, I’m not hurt right now.”

“Then what do you feel…?”

You thought for a moment.

You hadn’t really thought about what you were actually feeling right now.

“I guess… fear… and sadness… and a little relief…”

“Explain…”

“Fear, because I’m scared of you, and I’m absolutely terrified because I’m going to die… sad because I still have so much I want to do… and relief because at least the doctor and Rose will live…”

The alien shuffled a little, and sat back on its legs, tilting its head a little bit again.

“These… bad emotions…?”

“Well, fear depends on the situation I suppose. Sadness is, but relief that can be a good called a good emotion.”

The alien nodded.

“Explain what humans feel…”

So that’s what you did, you didn’t want to think about dying, so at least this way you could take your mind off it for a while.

So you sat there explaining emotions to the creature, trying to help it understand what humans felt so deeply and so often.

“So many… why…?”

“I… I don’t know really…”

The alien nodded again.

“Why sacrifice yourself..?”

You let out a small sigh.

“Because… Rose has people at home waiting for her… people need the doctor.. I care about them…”

“You have people…?”

“No… I uh.. I have nobody… just me.. the doctor and Rose they’ll get over it..”

“So.. you are lonely…?”

You laughed a little and nodded your head.

“I guess I am, yeah.”

“Why..?”

“My parents are both dead, I never really had many friends, and I never told the person I loved that I loved them.”

“You love..?”

“I do. It’s sort of like, you find someone, and that’s someone you want to spend your whole life with, they can hurt you, make you happy, sad, like nobody else can. But you want them for who they are, every flaw, ever strange quirk, all of them.”

The alien gestured to one of the guards behind you.

“We love…?” It asked.

“I’m not sure, do you?”

“We bond for life, if bond breaks… partner dies… we cannot bond again…”

“Would you fight for them? Do anything for them?”

“Yes…”

You smiled a little bit.

“Then I suppose you love as well, you care about them. Do you pick who you bond with?”

“Mutual…”

“Then you love, that’s an emotion.”

“I see…”

The alien stood up, and looked at the moon, seemingly working something out and turned back to you.

“How do you express love…?”

“Well, there’s loads of different ways. You can tell them, or give them things, showing them, you could do a grand gesture, like putting yourself at risk for them. There’s loads of ways, and different kinds of love.”

The alien gestured for you to follow, so you did, and it led you back to its ship.

It made you stand in one spot and turned to face you.

“You tell who you love… we send your message…”

“I can’t…”

“Why…?”

You sighed.

“Because then he’ll come find you, and I sent him away for a reason.”

“I do not understand…”

“I love the doctor, like madly in love with the doctor. And if you send that message he’ll come here, and you don’t want that. So I can’t tell him.”

“You protect us…?”

“I’m trying to protect everybody…”

The alien frowned a little bit and sat on the steps, and you looked at it.

“We taught humans are selfish..”

You shrugged a little bit.

“You are not selfish…”

“I never was..”

“Why no tell doctor you love him..?”

“Because I.. I was scared… scared of what he’d say… scared he’s probably in love with someone else.. I didn’t want him to tell me he doesn’t feel the same… so I never told him… I was always too scared…”

“You send message… say you love..”

“He’ll come here.”

“Send message.”

So that’s what you did, you poured your heart out in front of the communications device, and the creature sent your message and lead you back outside.

Except when you stepped outside it wasn’t dark, the sun was rising over the horizon and the aliens were amazed all watching.

And so were you, watching as the black melted away In beautiful blues and reds and purples, stunning scenery you had never seen before.

“The gods have forgiven..” one whispered.

They all looked at you.

“You make gods forgive us..” one rasped.

“I.. I didn’t do anything..”

“Gods see you.. they forgive us because of you..”

You looked to the leader in confusion.

“Gods punish us for many years… No sunlight.. you come and sunlight.. they forgive us because of you…”

You turned back to look over the scenery, and you could see a small town in the distance.

“Home..” one said.

You nodded your head, and they carried on pointing things out for you.

You watched as they climbed on their ship to get a better look, and they helped you up, and you could see loads from up there.

“Woah…”

“This.. happiness..?”

You looked at the alien leader and you smiled, nodding your head.

“Yeah, this is happy.”

The alien nodded and you sat looked around, trying to figure out how to get back down from the ship and you jumped on the wing, and jumped down, stumbling a little.

All the aliens looked at you, and the copied you, and they did it again.

“Why get down this way…?”

“I can’t jump like you.”

And that began you having to show them what humans could and couldn’t do, from jumping, running, yelling like they could.

They were fascinated.

“Here…”

The leader picked you up, putting you on the back of another, and made sure you were secure before moving away, and the alien you were on began to jump.

You laughed a little, they could jump incredibly high, and it was amazing.

While you were doing that, you didn’t know the others had stopped until you landed on top of the ship again.

“You killed (Y/N)!”

“(Y/N)…?”

“The human you took! Why?!”

The aliens seemed confused and you quickly jumped down from the one who was showing you how they jump.

You hit the ship with a heavy thud and everybody turned to it.

The other alien helped you up and you jumped down on to the wing with it.

Sitting down on the wing, you let the alien lift you down to another who set you on the floor next to their leader.

“(Y/N)…?”

You looked up.

“Yes?”

“Doctor…?”

It pointed and you looked.

“Doctor…” you whispered.

The leader nudged you.

“You go now… you teach many things… we thank you…”

They all bowed their heads and you jogged over to the doctor and he pushed you into the TARDIS without a word.

You didn’t get a good look at him, and he avoided looking at you as he slammed the door shut and sent the TARDIS into flight

[luwupercal]

re: Primarch Auras

there are an infinite number of attempts at this post in my drafts rn because i'm too busy to write a dang jpeg so here's my best attempt at bullet-pointing it

i've posted basically all of these thoughts to some extent in disarray over the years on this blog but i recently got tagged on a question about primarch aura effects by @/betterandbetterme, so i decided to make a post about it, so "ah yes, primarch auras" is not an XKCD 2501 - Average Familiarity moment

and then it took me a week+ because life things came up (good life things! timed creative projects and a new ttrpg campaign in a new system) to make the post. whoops

anyway, here's what we know and how I interpret it:

Primarchs have an "aura effect" that causes people to consider them great and glorious and superior and holy and extremely impressive.

This, I argue, is not a natural effect of them being so Large or anything, but in fact I think it is a subconscious psychic effect.

This is in line with previous thoughts shared onto this blog, like the daemons in giftwrap interpretation (link) (and I will quote at some point the specific bit in Reflection Crack'd that I take as canonical acknowledgement of this gdi) (but tl;dr there's probably a reason it's so easy to turn Primarchs into daemons, right?)

A reason why I think they're unnatural depends heavily on the Emperor, who has a similar, if stronger, aura, that is in fact part of his illusory Situation that blanks can see through (Lexicanum link)

(which would make these a sort of metaphysical extension of Lorgar looking like the Emperor. is this cute? you decide)

Another reason is just how dramatic their effect is - here's Vulkan sedating just, like, a random woman who doesn't know what he is. for context in the novel, it hasn't been revealed yet but Vulkan and his men have just killed that woman's protectors and she's freaking out about that (through a language barrier). there's equal examples interspersed throughout the novels

I don't think most primarchs are conscious that they have this effect/power at all because it fully acts subconsciously - compare how Mortarion sublimates his psychic potential out of dislike for psykers, if you wanna. there's precedent

a lot of Primarchs with pretty strong aura effects also show / showed either psychic powers or the potential for them - I would nominate Sanguinius and Lorgar as examples of this

(you can probably argue for Magnus having realized what's going on and controlling it directly, given how powerful he is and how extremely Supernatural he presents, but this would be an entire Point you'd be making about Magnus's personality and powerset and it's been a minute since i've read stuff with him in it, so i won't make it myself)

compare that, for example, with (psychic-wise) extremely mundane normies 30k!Guilliman or Ferrus, who people still basically worshiped at the feet of but that people found easier to point out were somehow less Glorious-Looking, so to speak, than some of their more shiny siblings - 40k!Guilliman has the advantage of the Imperium worshiping him as nearly a living god, so people are more predisposed to look up to him as holy

speaking of which, people can become, like. resistant? to this response by a variety of reasons - see: Tarasha Euten being Guilliman's mom, Sulymanya being an atheist, people who saw the uglier side of Fulgrim in Palatine Phoenix, or Riordan, the medicae who gave such few fucks that after 3 days straight helping patients not die of radiation poisoning he fell asleep standing up in front of Ferrus Manus, for example (also this moment and this moment)

(note all of these examples being mortals, roflmao)

(though when talking abt this a while ago @/horuslupercal brought up how Abaddon used to get into shouting matches with Horus, so, shrug emoji)

Primarily the way to become immunized is to see the Primarchs as people - the aura effect situation going on can't make you only feel positive about a person, it just twists the feelings you already have in the Primarch's advantage, sorta, and then the pedestals the Primarchs carry themselves on, and the supernatural deeds they're able to carry out, do the rest of the work

another thing brought up by @/horuslupercal is Angron's aura not really working, quote him "and I would wager it's ESP bc the nails mesh so poorly with the warp and psykers"

tl;dr: ???????????

primarchs are so fucking full of warp yum

[eisforeidolon]

Tumblr shows me such horrendous posts sometimes especially from tags like #dean winchester People genuinely with their whole chest think that he could have been saved from that rebar with a first aid kit 😂(even though he obviously couldn't plus they didn't have gods power anymore) and also thinking he gave up lol as if he hasn't said all along how he knew he'd die a hunter, wanted Sam to have a peaceful life & him dying first was best case scenario. They never listen to Dean the show or Jensen

Oof, yeah. It's been ages since I braved the main tags because - at least on tumblr - this fandom is a trashfire of bizarre and ignorant opinions. Like, just as a thought exercise, let's give the maximum benefit of the doubt possible.

I can see, to an extent, why after the light fantasy irreverence of the Dabb years, someone might be wishfully tempted to forget SPN's horror roots and think the Winchesters might not die at the end. Except Jared and Jensen made it pretty clear every time they talked about the ending that they saw the Winchesters dead at the end, one way or another. Except even when we were full on in the hunting-is-a-lark and constant resurrect-o-rama of Dabbernatural, it was still a show that revolved around monsters and death almost as much as it did the brothers' relationship. Except how do you even end a show where the characters constantly bring each other back from the dead in a way that feels significantly final other than them accepting death?

I can see, to an extent, why there would be some confusion over the severity of injuries, because the show never took them as serious as they would be IRL, Chuck or no Chuck. TV in general is pretty terrible about that. Except as much as I loathe the concept of the Winchesters only being competent and surviving because of Chuck, it was a thing in the show. Except we're talking about being stabbed fully through the main body cavity where there are a lot of pretty vital things you can't live with shish-kebabed. Even if it would have been possible to survive that injury IRL as some kind of medical miracle, it would definitely require medical professionals for him to survive getting off that rebar and they were in a barn in the middle of freakin' nowhere - being realistic is not "giving up". Except we're talking about a fictional character where the entire point was that the writers had decided Dean was going to die then, so it was a fatal injury because it was written as fatal. Except I think it's pretty obvious some fans only wanted Sam rushing around trying to do first aid to avoid 7 minutes of incest Dean's speech showing Sam was still the most important person in Dean's life to the end and he was perfectly capable of saying I love you - despite their reams upon reams of meta claiming otherwise.

I am not in any way saying anybody needs to be happy that Dean died, or even needs like the finale. I actually agree Dean's lack of self-worth and fatalism about how he'd inevitably die fighting monsters relatively young (especially when he said that in a particularly low moment) aren't good things, so him being ultimately right is actually really fucking sad. As is Sam getting the normal life he once wanted when IMO he no longer particularly wants it and it's at the expense of losing Dean after all they'd been through together. Disappointment, even disappointment one should reasonably have seen coming, is totally fair. The ending is meant to be bittersweet with the sweet part coming from the heaven reunion, and even dismissing delusional shippers? Not everybody is going to like that kind of ending. Except there's disappointment and then there's being really fucking weird about that disappointment by insisting a tv show owed you to end the way you wanted and further, it personally wronged you because no one tried to put a band-aid on a sucking chest wound. Also, a character dying from doing something dangerous and acknowledging they are dying when they get a fatal wound doing it instead of trying to insist they're okay is ... endorsing suicidal themes.

[hotforharrysheart]

Shotgun

You were feeling particularly frisky. It’s like the minute the plane landed in Amsterdam something happened to your libido. Maybe it was something in the air, the cool overcast weather with the smell of the canal water was intoxicating. Maybe it was just the closeness that you felt after Harry poured out his secret behind the song Little Freak while you were in Paris, because since then it was as if your hearts were split wide open and more and more of yourselves were pouring out. God, you loved him and felt his love for you; the intimacy your shared was felt bone deep. Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about the seedier side of Amsterdam that no doubt crossed anyone’s mind who visited, but was, for whatever reason, sparking a curiosity you wanted to explore with Harry. I mean, what girl wouldn’t be frisky at the thought of a walk through the Red-Light District with Harry Styles holding her hand?

Wow, you think to yourself as the car pulls up to the sensual Hotel Twenty Seven. This boutique suite hotel was so sensational; decorated with such an intimate, boudoir flare of rich colors and brocades draped over the a solidness of stone and hardwood. And the personalized service made you feel like you were in an underground club catering to your every desire. Perhaps it was just the fact that you were feeling frisky and curious.

You and Harry were staying in the Imperial Terrace Suite that, much like Paris, had a view to die for. The room and living areas were immaculate. They almost made you feel like you shouldn’t sit on the couches, chairs or disrupt the neatly folded and displayed towels or someone might jump out and scold you for being careless. It was the best, and Harry wanted you to have a taste of the best of life while travelling.

Arriving early on the day before the show gave you both time to get some work done. You had a conference call with a private investigator and Harry had some work to do with Alessandro on their Gucci collection. Mitch and Sarah had asked if you and Harry would be interested in getting together that evening for supper at the hotel restaurant Bougainville.

Excited at to have a double date evening, you decide to wear some sexy lingerie…barely there panties and a sheer bra. The silk feels so good against your skin, and you shiver as you put it on. It was chilly in Amsterdam at night, so you opt for a tight sweater dress with a cowl neck collar, thigh high tights and knee-high boots.

Harry’s wearing the black and white striped pants from Paris and a black Harry’s House sweater. He’s traded in his sneakers for a pair of red Gucci boots. It’s all you can do to get out of the hotel room without tackling him to the ground. He’s immensely amused at your neediness and touching you in any way that he can to rile you up even further.

You sit down to dinner all a little amazed at how fancy the dining room is. “Are we dressed nice enough?” You ask the table, gawking at the prices on the menu.

“Feel like I’m in overalls or summat,” Sarah says giggling.

“I know…wow. And these prices!” You close your menu. “Should we go somewhere else?”

Harry laughs his breathy little laugh and kisses your temple. “No, my love. Think I can loosen the purse strings fo’ one nigh’ an’ treat ma girl ta a nice dinner out, yeah?”

You giggle and lean into him. “I know you can Mr. Moneybags.”

“We’re fine too. Mr. Moneybags pays pretty well, though we might have to take a few quid from the wee ones college fund after this!” Sarah says, and you all laugh.

“Oh, I see how it is! Blame me fo’ ya son no’ goin’ ta college already!” Harry says, laughing. His hand lands on your thigh, fingers wrapping around your leg making you shiver.

“Cold, love?” He says, smirking.

You grip his fingers on his thigh. “I’m quite warm, thank you.” You say, blushing.

You place your dinner orders and drink the delicious wine and after dessert and coffee, Harry asks if you’d all like to go on a walk.

“Oh, I’ve never been here! We should go to the Red-Light District!” You exclaim.

Harry’s eyebrows go up. “Ya wanna order a prostitute, Jezebel?”

You hit his shoulder. “No! Well, I dunno…maybe, but I want to see it!”

“Let’s do it, H. Give the girl what she wants,” Sarah says, hugging you close.

“Oh believe me, I give her wha’ she wan’s don’ I honey?”

You blush and roll your eyes. “Can we go?”

“Two votes fo’. Wha’ ya think Mitch?”

Mitch shrugs. “I vote we go.”

“Majority rules. Looks like ya get ya way, darling,” Harry says pulling you in for a side hug.

“All the naughty things!” You say clapping your hands as everyone laughs.

Your eyes are as wide as saucers as you walk through the Red-Light District. You didn’t know what you were expecting but it wasn’t this. Prostitutes were standing stark naked in windows and there were sexy shops and hash shops on literally every corner. You decide to stop in at a hash shop that Mitch heard about. He and Harry are at the counter discussing all of the different strains while you and Sarah wander over to the sex shop next door. You’re both gawking at a full body latex suit when you feel his hands on your hips.

“Shall I order one in your size?”

You and Sarah giggle. “Maybe…it’d be hella hot to play drums in but…”

Mitch’s eyes go wide and he grabs one off of the rack in her size. “Ya can play the drums for me in this.”

Sarah’s eyes get big. “Guess we’re checking out then,” she says as Mitch drags her to the cash register.

“See anything in here you want?” You ask him.

“Already found it,” he says holding up a bag.

You gulp. “Will I like it?”

He smirks and leans in close to you. “Ya gonna love it.”

You turn to mumble in his ear, “Oh really? And just how sure are you about that mister?”

“Oh, I’m countin’ on it. Ya interested in a boat ride down tha canal?” he says kissing your cheek.

“Dunno, if that is code for a ride down your cock, then how fast can we get back to the room,” you say looking side to side to ensure no one is looking and running your hand down the front of his tight pants.

He leans forward for a kiss not giving a fuck who might be watching, “’M gon’ fuck ya so hard tanight, baby, need tha day off tamorrow….”

Mitch pipes up from the doorway, “Are ya comin’?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely, cummin’,” you whisper against his lips

“Tryin’ ta,” Harry says against your lips at the same time.

You both chuckle.

“Let’s go rock the boat, baby,” you say with a saucy smile and a twirl toward the door.

He’s left staring for a split second before he follows you.

All of you find your way to a private canal boat for a ride back to the hotel. Although the boat is covered with a canopy the lights, sights and colors of the Red-Light District glow through the cool night. There’s a sensuality and sexiness in the air; not to mention the faint smell of hash all around.

Harry sits side-ways on the bench seat while you tuck your back against his chest and lean your head back on his shoulder. The lights reflect magenta on your face and your eyes glisten in the neon flashes. Mitch and Sarah are equally snuggled across from you whispering back and forth as Sarah takes a picture with her phone.

The boat slows to a stop while making room for another long passenger boat to pass. You look up to the second story floor of a shop with the flashing neon words “Palace on the Canal”. In one window, lit with purple neon, is a topless woman with long auburn hair. It’s hard to distinguish the definite color due to the lighting, but as she comes closer to the windowpane you can see her in clear light. She has breasts larger than yours, perfectly shaped and beautiful voluptuous curves. She sways to music you can’t hear but can imagine. She leans forward and places both hands on the window and sways her hips back and forth causing her breasts to gently sway as well. Then the light switches to a pale pink and she comes into a much better view. Her head gently slants downward and suddenly it’s as if she is looking straight at you. She stands straighter and runs her hands up her body, cupping her breasts.

Just about that time Harry, pulls your hair to one side and kisses behind your ear. “Wha’s got ya attention, Jezebel?”

“I think that woman is looking at me,” you say and nod toward the window not wanting to point like a gawky tourist.

Harry looks up over your head, “Second floor, middle window?”

“Yes, she’s so sexy and flirty, but I swear to god she’s looking at me…look!” you whisper-shout.

“Bet she’s turned on lookin’ at ya…fuck knows I am.”

As Harry places wet kisses on the side of your neck, you watch the woman dance as she watches you. You can’t imagine what things she must have seen from her window perch.

The boat engine putters louder and begins to move suddenly. The entire time you’re slowly pulling away she watches you and moves and touches her body. You can’t keep your eyes off her and along with Harry’s touch you can’t deny the arousal that is flooding your body that causes you to shiver.

“Ya cold, Jezebel?” He asks wrapping his arms tight around you.

“A little,” you say watching as the woman blows a kiss to you as the boat takes you out of view.

“We should be gettin’ close ta tha dock by tha hotel an’ Mitch an’ I have something ta warm our girls with” he says looking over at Mitch who winks back at him.

The boat docks and you walk back to the hotel cuddled up because it’s gotten colder since you left.

“Come to ours, yeah?” Mitch says as you get on the lift.

You bury your head in Harry’s chest to stop the giggles. It makes you laugh when Mitch talks British. You know he doesn’t realize it…he’s just surrounded by Brits and it seeps in. You remember it happening to you too.

“I know you’re giggling at me,” Mitch says.

You pull your face up from Harry’s chest. “I’m sorry. It’s cute. It really is. It happened to me too. It’s these damn Brits,” you say giggling causing Mitch to chuckle.

“It’s nice having another Yank around,” Mitch says.

“It is!” You say holding up your hand for a high five, and all of you laugh.

Mitch and Sarah lead the way to their suite, and you get comfy on the sofas…Mitch and Sarah on one sofa and you and Harry on the other.

“Thanks for coming out with us tonight,” Sarah says.

“You’re welcome. Was nice ta get out,” Harry says.

“Shall we?” Mitch says pulling a joint out of his pocket. He was clearly in a mood to try out his purchase.

“Well, light it then, love,” Sarah tells him.

Mitch fishes in his pocket for the lighter and lights it up, taking a drag and passing to Sarah. He throws the lighter to Harry and then it’s his turn to light up and pass it to you. There’s something very sexy about sharing a joint with him and you blush as you take a hit. You pass it back and Harry smirks at you.

“Ya cute,” he says kissing your cheek.

“You ever shotgun?” Mitch asks, taking another puff and passing to Sarah.

You and Harry shake your heads no.

“Aw man, you’re missing out. You should give it a try.” Mitch says, giggling.

Sarah moves to straddle him. “C’mere,” she says, taking a big drag and then pressing her open mouth to Mitch’s open mouth, letting the smoke enter his mouth from hers.

You gasp and press your legs together. The sight of them kissing is working you up.

Sarah pulls away from Mitch’s mouth. “Go on, give it a try you two.”

Harry looks at you and you nod, moving to straddle him. Your dress pulls up, showing off your thigh highs and Sarah bites her lip at the sight. You’re pressed against him and you sigh at how good he feels beneath you. His left hand is resting just at your upper thigh, thumb lightly rubbing on the hem of your sweater dress.

He takes a big drag and you open your mouth and watch as he presses his open mouth to yours. It’s an incredibly odd and sensual experience as you feel him blowing the smoke into your mouth.

He pulls back slightly, eyes boring into yours while you close your mouth.

“Good, yeah?” Mitch says with a knowing smile on his lips.

Both of your heads whip around to him. “Yeah…it’s,” Harry licks his lips, “really good,” he finishes, smiling.

“You look good together, the two of you,” Sarah says.

You blush. “Thank you.”

Mitch leans up and captures Sarah’s mouth with his in a kiss.

You turn your head back to look at Harry. “I wanna do this again. I wanna do this naked with you. I need to feel your skin,” you whisper in his ear. “Need to feel you pressed up against me,” you say, lips kissing down his neck.

“I think…think we’re gonna head out,” He says, helping you move off his lap, tugging your dress down your legs.

“I know, man, I know.” Mitch says with a knowing smile.

You both take a final drag and then he drops the joint in the ashtray and you say your goodbyes.

“Get her naked, man. You gotta do this naked. It’s intense,” Mitch says in Harry’s ear on the way out of the room.

In the hallway, he grabs your hand and heads toward your room dragging you behind him. You skip ahead to keep up, giggling. “Slow down, mister, my legs can’t keep up!”

“Can take care of tha’,” he says bending over to toss you over his shoulder.

You shriek in laughter, flipping your head up with your hair flying all over the place. Once the sound registers in your ears you slap your hand over your mouth and he pops his hand on your bum, “Shh, babe, don’ wanna wake up tha whole fuckin’ floor,” he whisper-shouts.

Truth be told, that slap felt better than you care to admit so you groan and find your hands grabbing his bum cheeks. God, he has one sexy ass, even upside down. “Love your bum, H,” you say with a grunt as your tummy bounces on his shoulder. You can’t help the giggles that bubble out as you float both literally and figuratively down the hallway.

He can’t resist turning his head to kiss your hip. Once on the lift, he puts you down only long enough to promptly push the stop button so he can pull your dress up around your waist. He looks down at your teeny panties, “So pretty, hope y’not attached to ‘em,” he says as he snaps the strings on both sides.

Your jaw drops and your hips pull forward as he pulls the bits of fabric from your skin. “Harry Styles, you ruined those!”

“Not before you did, Jesus, baby they’re s’wet.” He stuffs them in his pocket then props his elbows on either side of your head leaning into your ear. “How’d they get tha’ way, Jezebel, hmm?”

You bite your bottom lip and brace your hands on the rail attempting to steady yourself as he kisses down your neck and back up. “It’s this city, honey…sex…the joint… watching that woman and then watching Mitch and Sarah…I..I’m floating and feel so free…I want you so much, H.”

“Ya do? Tell me baby, wha’ d’ya wan’ from me,” he says reaching down to cup your warm cunt, “And before ya answer, be specific, Jezebel, cause I’m really hard righ’ now an’ I need ta know wha’s gon’ on in tha great big, beautiful brain of yours.”

You lower your voice demurely, “I want all of you, Harry, however you want me, I’m yours.”

“More specific,” he says biting your earlobe.

“I want you to use my body. Show me how bad you want m-m-me,” you studder as his warm breath tickles the side of your neck. “Harry, fuck me, please and do it…hard.”

“You think this pretty, pink pussy can take me?” He asks lifting you and pressing you against the elevator wall. “Can smell ya, baby, ya want ma cock?”

A loud alarm sounds over the overhead speaker, “Is there an emergency in the elevator?” A gruff crackling static accented voice says. “If there’s not an emergency, please select your floor. If the elevator does not resume in thirty seconds, the fire department will be automatically contacted.”

You both burst into giggles faces buried in each other’s necks, “Guess we better get goin’, swee’heart, ‘sides, I hav’ an emergency in ma pants at tha moment.” He says rutting into you before setting your legs down on the floor making sure you’re steady before he kneels to straighten your dress down. “These fuck me boots, Jezebel…” he says shaking his head then standing to punch in the access code to your penthouse suite.

You eye him from your stance against the wall, but he doesn’t move from the other side, he just stares, lips sucked in, eyes roving up and down your body. He’s not physically touching you, but his eyes already have you undressed and spread open for him. He knows how to fuck you with his eyes almost as intensely as he does with his cock. God, you want his cock so much. He starts to move forward but you hold your hand up to stop him. “Can’t have you close right now, H. It’s just too much. Just… just get us to the room,” you whine shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“Baby, ya wanna play tanight?”

You suck in a deep breath, your eyes drift closed and you nod slowly.

He runs his hand through his hair and swallows a gulp.

The elevator dings indicating you’ve arrived and the doors slide open to your suite.

He holds the door open button and says, “Take your dress off.”

You look up at the camera.

“Pay it no mind, they’ve already had an eyeful, do as ya told, Jezebel. Take off tha’ pretty little dress, do it now.”

You cross your arms and pull the dress up and over your head, your hair falling in ribbons back down on your shoulders. You stand in a beautiful lace and silk demi-bra with your nipples poking out through the fabric, thigh high stockings and your boots.

Harry takes two steps toward you and brushes your hair down the side of your face, “S’beau’iful. Wan’ ya to go kneel on the floor in front of the couch, please.”

You smile, nod and turn to walk out of the elevator as he watches your bum jiggle with the sway of your hips. You walk to the middle of the couch and crouch down to the floor siting on your heels, placing your hands on your thighs.

He steps into the room and slips his shoes off before stepping to you and petting the top of your head then cradling your chin and gently pulling your gaze to his. He’s tenderly smiling, his eyes dark with arousal. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip before you open and he slips it inside. As you suck on it, his other hand palms his cock through his trousers. “How ya feelin’ ma love?”

Popping off his thumb, “Good…wet,” you say looking up at him through your lashes.

He simply groans taking his shirt off then fishing the joint and lighter from his pockets and placing them on the table in front of the couch, “Wanna try somethin’ wi’ you baby. Take ma pant’s off first.”

You turn your body and rise on your knees to unbutton and unzip his trousers only to discover he’s not wearing underwear. You can’t help but run your fingers through his pubic hair before leaning forward to place a kiss just above his hard cock still nestled away, and his breathing picks up. He helps you get the trousers down before he sits on the couch to kick his shoes off and get them the rest of the way off. Between his legs you sit on your heels again and rest your head on his thigh as he brushes the hair from your face. “I love you, H.”

“I love ya s’much,” he says cocking his head to the side and smiling softly. “Wan’ ya ta light tha smoke for us, baby,” he says jutting his chin toward the table.

Picking up the joint and placing it in your mouth you flick the lighter.

“Eyes on me.”

You meet his stare from beneath your lashes and light the joint taking a deep puff. Harry reaches for the smoke and you hand it to him. He pats his lap, “C’mere, baby.” You crawl up in his lap straddling his thighs. “Tits look fuckin’ amazin’ in tha’ bra,” he comments as you settle your bare bum on his thighs, aware of how wet your thighs are with your arousal. He pops the smoke between his lips and pulls you in close to him.

“Shotgun wi’ me, Jezebel?”

You nod and look down at his hard cock nestled between your wet thighs, resting against your swollen clit and you can’t help but reach down and pull his cock against your clit just a little closer and swirl your hips.

“Getting y’self wet for me?”

“I’m already dripping, H.”

“Show me.”

You reach down and collect your wetness and hold your fingers up for him to see.

“Put it on ya lips, love”

You paint your lips with your juices, before flicking your tongue out to lap the rest of your fingers.

“Shit, baby, s’goddamned sexy.”

He takes a deep pull on the joint then pulls you toward him for a kiss and exchange of smoke.

“Mmmm…,” he hums, licking his lips and watching you lean your head back holding the smoke for a few seconds. He reaches up and runs his hand from your chin down between your breasts, over your tummy and to your swollen clit; His hand rests on your tummy, thumb on your clit rubbing gentle circles.

“S’it feel good?” he asks as you exhale and train your bleary eyes on his. “We’ll do it again an’ want ya ta get there, babe, cum when ya exhale, yeah?”

You nod and roll your head as he continues to thumb your clit. “Feels so good, Harry. Wanted to cum so bad all night.”

“Did tha’ woman watchin’ ya turn ya on, Jezebel? Ya such a good girl, s’good fo’ me. Ma dirty baby wi’ the drippin’ cunt…ya wanna get fucked don’cha?”

“Yessss…,” you hiss leaning back to rest your hands on his knees and rock your hips.

He’s watching you closely eyes moving between where his thumb is rubbing your hard little nub and your face as you look so relaxed and blissfully fucked out.

“I’m so close…” you slur on a moan.

“C’mere,” he says as he takes a deep puff and pulls you close to exchange the smoke, just as he does he presses his middle and ring finger in deep and curls them on your g-spot. You lean back again holding the smoke and rocking your hips on his fingers.

“Yeah, baby… fuck y’self on ma fingers… keep goin’… Jesus Jezebel, ya break my fingers… keep goin’, love… oh my baby, don’t stop cumming… soak me.”

You blow out the smoke, panting hard your tummy contracting with the intensity of your orgasm. “Oh Harry, oh my god! oh my god!” you sob out, tears streaming down your face.

“Good girl, my angel baby, so fuckin’ hot, I fuckin’ love watchin’ you cum s’hard.”

“Fuck me, Harry! I need you to fuck me hard! Need it so bad. I feel so light and I want you to fuck me, please…. Please… can’t wait any longer!” you scramble off his lap and push the table out of the way. Down on your hands and knees you tilt to your bottom back toward him, presenting you pussy, peeking out from between your thighs. “Spank me Harry and fuck me from behind, please. Leave your rings on and spank me.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ baby,” he says, scrambling to his knees on the floor behind you.

Your skin breaks out in goosebumps as you feel him pressed against your bum. He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths. He grabs the joint from the ash tray and takes another hit, trying to get some control of his body back. He places his hands on your hips and squeeze as he takes two more deep breaths.

“Ya ready?”

You push back against him in response.

He turns his initial rings around and then lifts his hand and brings it down on your cheek with a loud crack.

“Ungh!” You sob out. “Again! Do it again!”

His nostrils flair and he does it again, and another loud crack sounds out.

“One more. Harder!”

“Fuck!” He lands another hard smack on your bum, this time high on your cheek.

“Haahhhh! Fuck!” You sob out, body rocking forward again at the force of his blow, your arms buckling and falling to your elbows, fingers digging into the rug.

You’re both panting. He rubs his hand soothingly over your bum.

“Gon’ hurt fo’ a while, Jezebel. Got ya pretty good,” he says, looking at your skin already starting to welt, his handprint visible on your bum. “Fuckin’ hell,” he says, wiping his hand down his face. His cock is throbbing and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out.

You turn around to meet his eyes, tears running down your cheeks, mascara staining your face.

“Need…fuck…need ta fuck ya. Ya ok?” He asks, noticing your tears.

“Yes! God, please! Need you!” You say, pushing back against him again.

“Ya wan’ it hard?”

You nod frantically. “Yes!”

He lines himself up, and not even thinking, he grabs the back of your bra, tugging on it and using it to pull you back onto his dick.

You gasp at feeling him bottom out but also the feeling of the lace against your nipples. “Mmmmm…”

He pulls back and his hips snap back into yours, over and over, each thrust causing the material to rub against your nipples.

“Ahhhh…hahhhh…ohhhh…” you moan out as he keeps thrusting.

His nostrils flair at the sight in front of him. He can’t quite believe how good this feels. His lips pull back and he comes to a stop.

“Ohhhh…Harry…don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

“Gotta make it good fo’ us,” he says, panting. “Gonna make it s’good fo’ ya.”

You clench around him and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Gonna play like tha’, huh?”

“Maybe.”

“Ya wan’ it tha’ bad, take it then. Push back on me.”

You moan out and start moving back and forth on him, and gasp when he pulls hard on your bra, pulling you flush against him on each of your movements back.

“Fuck, look at ya. S’greedy fo’ it ya jus’ gonna use ma dick ta get off, aren’t ya?”

“Yes! You feel s-so good!”

He rolls his hips as you move back on him and you cry out his name. His hand lets go of your bra strap and moves down so his back is flush to yours and his hands still your hips. “Ya’ve no idea how fuckin’ sexy ya are, how much ya turn me on, how good ya feel on me, do ya?”

“No,” you whimper.

“Been tryin’ ta show ya fo’ months. Wouldn’t mark ya if ya didn’t drive me crazy,” he says, lips kissing your shoulder.

You moan.

“Ya no’ gonna be able ta sit down fo’ a coupla days, Jezebel. Gonna hafta fuck ya like this,” he says, pulling back and snapping his hips into yours again. It’s fast and hard. He’s waited long enough and wants you shaking underneath him. His hand slips around to your neck, thumb putting the slightest pressure on your pulsepoint. “Waited long enough. Cum fo’ me.”

There’s something about his raspy voice in your ear that sends you over the edge. Everything goes white and the only thing you can feel is your orgasm.

He can’t hardly move you’re squeezing him so tight, he’s not sure if it’s the pot or the anticipation, but it feels like forever before he can move again. You finally let up and it only takes three more thrusts before his orgasm hits, his arm dropping from your throat and landing on the floor as he holds deep inside you.

“My god, Harry…,” you pant feeling his breath hot on your neck, “Are you ok?”

He turns his head to kiss your ear, “’M good, baby. Hang on,” he says and slowly pulls out and causing you to groan out a soft, “mmph” and wince.

“Ya good swee’heart?” he says running his hands up your arms and then down your back as he sits back on his heels.

You slump over on your side. “You wrecked me, H,” you whimper.

He brushes the hair away from your face so he can make eye contact he brows immediately furrow, “Babe ya been crying, ya ok?”

“I’m fine,” you pull your knees up closer to your chest, “I just don’t understand why I get like that with you…I feel like I just… can’t get…close enough. I feel too much and can’t express it,” your eyes water, “I can’t be yours enough…all at the same time.”

He rubs your thigh, “Baby, nothin’ ta try ta understand, s’ok to lose control wi’ me, I can take it. Best feelin’ in tha world ta be needed by ya, I mean, it hurts to see ya cry, but ya don’ have ta hold it in either. I’m yours, I’m so in love wi’ ya.”

“It’s not that kinda cry though, I’m not sad or hurt, at least not in a bad way…it’s just painfully frustrating to need to please you so deeply and to need to feel you equally as deeply,” you whisper trying desperately to express your thoughts. “It’s the most intense feeling. Feel it in my cells.”

You begin to sit up and your eyes go big then squeeze shut as you grimace and hiss. “Oooo, my bum…sssss, whew, that smarts. Help me up…I wanna see it!”

He shakes his head as he stands up and bends over to pick you up making sure your bum doesn’t touch anything as he carries you toward the bathroom. He stops just inside the door so you can flip on the light, then bends down to set you on your feet. “Lemme see, angel,” he demands turning you around before you can make your way to the mirror. “Oh babe, it’s welped up,” he says running his fingertips along the red hand print paying particular attention to the HS initials from his rings.

You step closer to the vanity mirror, turn and look over your shoulder at the beautiful marks on your bottom.

“Never question ‘f ya mine, yeah? Look at tha’ an’ know it won’t last forever, but I’ll put ‘em there anytime ya wan’ ‘em,” he kisses the top of your head, “ya mine, hear me? Mine. I gotta put some cream on it though. Have tha’ sunburn cream in ma trunk, hold on.”

“Ok, I gotta pee anyway.”

As he walks out you very tenderly sit on the commode and do your business. When he walks back in you’re in the middle of wiping, he smiles at you and winks causing you to relax at the beautiful familiarity of the whole thing. You flush and wince as you stand and walk to the sink to wash up. Piling your hair on top of your hair, you brush your teeth and wash the smeared make-up from your face and he does the same.

“Go lie down on ya tummy an’ I’ll rub this cream on an’ we can go ta bed, yeah?”

You do as he asks and he tenderly rubs the cream on the sore spot of your bum. The cream is cool and soothes the handprint, but interestingly it’s your lower tummy that twinges with a low cramp. You flinch slightly but don’t think much of it. After all, you did just have some pretty active sex. When you sigh loudly, he speaks up.

“Tired Jezebel?”

“Mmmm, yeah…worn out,” you answer with a languid smile on your face.

“C’mon s’have a cuddle an’ get some sleep.”

He crawls in under the duvet and you snuggle up to him on your side, resting your head on his chest. To be honest even the duvet feels tender on your sore bum, but you’re sleepy and so deliciously relaxed from the pot and the orgasms. “Thank you, Harry.”

“Wha’ fo’ my Jezebel?”

“For listening, for knowing what I need when I’m not even sure what I want,” you say kissing his chest just above his nipple, “Thank you for loving me,”

“Oh, Jezebel, ya s’easy ta love.”

You both drift off peacefully.

**** 2 hours later ****

You wake with a dull ache on your side and a need to pee. You kiss Harry’s chest, untangle yourself from him and scoot to the edge of the bed. As you walk to the bathroom you feel a sticky feeling between your thighs, a reminder of the sex you had just hours earlier. Once in the bathroom you forgo the light opting to just make your way to do your business. It’s then that you discover the stickiness isn’t from sex, you’re bleeding. “Doesn’t make sense,” you say in the dark thinking that you aren’t due for your period for a week yet. Then you remember that you just got your birth control shot about a month ago and that Dr. Wallis said it could possibly cause a disruption in your cycle. Wiping you move to wash your hands and make your way back to the bedroom to grab a tampon from your trunk. Before you can make it to you the trunk you see the red on the sheets. “Shit.” You make a bee-line for your trunk in the closet first. Digging around for a tampon and some panties, you reach blindly into a side picket and accidentally stab yourself with the pointy end of a teasing comb, “Damn,” you say immediately popping the finger in your mouth.

“Babe? Babe?” Harry is calling out for you switching on the bathroom light.

“I’m in here!”

“Jesus baby, ya ok, there’s blood on the sheets…”

“Yeah, I started my period.”

“Did ya hurt ya hand, too?” he asks eyes focused on the finger you’re looking at.

“Yeah, I stabbed it on a comb looking for a tampon.”

“Here, lemme find one,” he says digging in the pocket, “Wha’ else do ya need?”

“Get me some panties, too.”

“Ok baby I’ll get all this an’ call housekeeping fo’ new sheets,” he says stopping to kiss your forehead.

“I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick and do a quick wash, god my tummy hurts.”

“Ya feel sick?”

“No, just feels like cramps.”

“Ya sure I dinna hurt ya, ya don’ ever complain abou’ cramps. Kinna freakin’ me out, baby.”

“I’m sure, Dr. Wallis said I might have some changes this first month after the shot.”

“Go shower babe, I put the stuff on the counter. Ya sure ya don’ wan’ anythin’ else?”

“Unless ya have a hot water bottle, I’m good,” you answer with a pout.

You take a quick shower and true to his word you step out to a pair of comfy panties, one of his shirts and a pink packaged tampon.

In the bedroom, he’s straightening the duvet back on the fresh sheets. On the side table sits a electric heating pad, a small plate of wrapped gourmet chocolate truffles, a cold bottle of water and two paracetamol.

“Oh Harry…,” you say walking up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist, “You’re so good to me.”

“How ya feeling, swee’heart?”

You frown to one side, “Actually I’m cramping on one side around to my back,” you say running your hand around your side.

“Jesus, I fucked ya ta hard. That’s gotta be why ya hurt,” he mutters wrapping you up in his arms.

“No, that’s not why I have the cramps, H. My period has always been so light since we’ve been together and I’ve been on the shot, in fact I usually have little to no period that’s why it’s never been much of a problem, but this time is different, it’s not a big deal,” you explain to him.

“Let’s get tucked in tagether. Is there anythin’ else ya need? How abou’ a towel under ya jus’ in case.”

“Ok,” you say your brows furrowing with the dull ache causing you to lean forward.

“Oh baby, sure there isn’t something I can do ta make it better?” he asks heartbroken to see you hurting.

“Just cuddle me, ok?”

“Ok,” he says, going to grab a towel. He gets it situated on the bed and then crawls in the bed and wiggles his fingers for you to get in.

You pop the pills in your mouth, take a sip of water, and close your eyes hoping that the pain will go away soon. You spot the truffles and open them up before grabbing the plate and crawling into bed, snuggling up next to him, your back to his, plate of truffles on the bed next to you.

He grabs the heating pad and places it on your lower tummy. “Here?”

You moan out because the heat feels really good. “Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you.”

He kisses your shoulder and cuddles up next to you, careful not to put too much pressure on your bum.

You grab a truffle, take a bite, and hold out the rest for him.

He leans up and eats the offered truffle, lips grazing your fingertips.

You smile as he leans in for a kiss. You finish up the truffles and have some water and snuggle back in next to him.

“How ya feelin’ baby?”

Your brow furrows. “It hurts. Hoping the paracetamol will kick in soon.”

He smoothes your hair back and kisses your cheek, tightening his arm around you.

You both drift off to sleep but it’s fitful because you keep waking up due to the cramping.

He holds you and kisses you, turning the heating pad back on everytime you wake up in pain.

You wake up again at 7:30 am and you’re nearly doubled over in pain.

Your movements wake him up and he blindly reaches for your phone. “‘M callin’ Dr. Wallis righ’ now.”

You’re in too much pain to contradict him. He finds the number and puts it on speaker. It rings and rings and you give your info to the answering service. They assure you that the doctor will call you back within ten minutes.

He sighs. He hates seeing you in pain. “How’s your bum? Can I see?”

You nod and roll over onto your tummy and he pulls the sheet down and his mouth drops open. His hand print is gone but the initial marks are still very visible and he can see the bruising around them blossoming. He gently runs his hands over your cheek and you flinch. “Oh Jezebel, ya bum is pretty bruised. Gonna get the cream.”

“Ok,” you whimper.

He grabs the cream and gently rubs it on your bum. “My sweet girl. All mine…wi’ tha marks ta prove it.”

You sigh as he applies the cream and close your eyes.

He gets it all applied and capped back up and just gets settled back in next to you when the phone rings.

You answer the phone and he immediately changes the setting to speaker so he can hear too.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hello. I’m just retuning your message.”

“Hi, Dr. Wallis. Thank you. I’m cramping and bleeding. I know you said that the shot can mess up my cycle…”

Harry jumps in. “Hi, ‘m Harry, her boyfriend, an’ she’s in a lot of pain an’ ‘m worried…we uh, we had sex las’ nigh’ an’ it was…intense. Wanted ta make sure tha’s no’ why this is happening.”

Your hands fly to your face in embarrassment as he’s talking. It’s not like he didn’t know you weren’t having sex but still!

Dr. Walls listens to everything and then responds. “Hi Harry. I understand your concern, but I doubt having vigorous sex is what’s causing this. This is normal after getting a shot. When did this start?”

Harry breathes a sigh of relief. “Las’ night, right after we had sex.”

“Have her take it easy today. Take 800 milligrams of paracetamol, use a heating pad and drink plenty of water. If she doesn’t feel better in two days, have her call me again.”

“Thank you, Dr. Wallis,” you both say.

“There are other natural things you can do to relieve the cramping.”

“Like wha’?” Harry asks.

“Orgasms are a great natural pain reliever, if you’re both comfortable with that. My suggestion is a hot shower and an orgasm…or two.”

You and Harry are blushing furiously. “Uh, thanks for the suggestion, doctor.”

Dr. Wallis chuckles. “You’re welcome. I think she’s in good hands with you. Feel free to call me if you need anything.”

Harry says his goodbyes and then hangs up. He runs his hands back through his hair and then looks at you and smirks.

Your bum is feeling better so you’ve rolled onto your back and you meet his eyes.

“How do ya feel abou’ sex on ya period?”

You puff out a breath. “I dunno…I’ve never done it, but if it makes me feel better I’d be willing to try,” you say blushing. “How do you feel about it?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me. An’ if it makes ya feel better, then yeah, I’m in,” he says, fingertips lightly circling your nipples. “Ya breasts sore?”

You shake your head no. “No, just really sensitive. Feels good.”

“Good,” he says and waggles his eyebrows. “Lemme get ya some paracetamol and then get you into a nice warm shower, yeah?”

You nod and smile.

He brings you the pain meds and you take them before he helps you into the en suite. He turns the shower on, and you get undressed then use the toilet as the water heats up.

He steps in and then pulls you to him and shuts the door. He cups your cheeks, “I fuckin’ hate to see ya hurt, kills me,” he says pressing his lips to yours. He licks the seam of your lips, “Open fo’ me, baby, I’m sorry ‘f any of this’s my fault…”

You open and he licks into your mouth. You press your body closer want to feel more of him and return the kiss “Stop, you didn’t do this, just part of life. You would never hurt me…and this,” you kiss him deeply, “is making me much better.”

He turns you toward the water and rubs you lower tummy, “Here?”

“Mmmm…” you say, as the hot water hits your tummy.

“C’mere. Let’s see if we can make ya feel better, hmm?” He says, his hand sliding down to cup your mound. His other arm wraps around your waist, holding you tight to him, gentle presser on your lower tummy.

“You’re good to me, H.”

He smiles and kisses your temple. “I like takin’ care of ya.”

You smile and your hands move to cover his on your tummy. You turn your head to look at him, “You sure you’re ok with this?”

“Babe, nothin’ abou’ touchin’ ya will ever bother me, ok? Please, can I touch ya, make ya feel better? It is doctor’s orders, yanno,” he smirks.

You giggle. “Wellll…if it’s doctor’s orders…”

He chuckles and his long fingers dip down to your clit and starts circling softly. “Wan’ ya ya cum like this and then cum on ma fingers. Can ya do tha’ fo’ me?”

You lean your head back on his shoulder. “Yes,” you say breathily. “Feels so good.”

“God, ya s’fuckin’ beautiful,” he says, as he watches your back arch and your breasts lift.

“Hahhh…mmmm…Harry!”

“Feel good?”

“Yes!” You can feel your tummy quivering.

He moves his fingers faster and you cry out his name, fingers tightening on his arm.

You’re surprised that you’re so close, so quickly but all you know is that you’re gonna cum soon. “Harry, Harry, Harry,” you chant as your legs shake and you cum for him.

He works you through it, holding you tightly to make sure you stay upright. “How’re ya feelin’ now?��� He says in your ear.

You’re panting and you realize that your cramps have lessened considerably. “Good. I feel good. I can still feel it, but it’s a lot better!”

He smiles against your cheek. “Good. Ya owe me one mo’. Ya ready?”

You nod.

He smirks against your cheek as dips his middle and ring fingers inside you, curling up to find your g spot, his thumb hovering over your clit.

You gasp as you feel him curl his fingers. Everything is so much more sensitive. “Mmmm…feels so good. I’m…I don’t think I’ll last long…”

“Ya sensitive?”

You nod frantically.

“‘S’ok baby,” he says as he starts moving his fingers against your g spot.

You’re moaning and gripping him hard, back arching as he moves. Your eyes squeeze closed and you pant as you feel yourself pulse around his fingers.

“Ya close? Can feel ya. Doin’ s’good fo’ me baby. Cum fo’ me. Love watchin’ ya cum fo’ me.”

You gasp and then you’re orgasm hits hard and deep. You can feel the deep contractions in your core. As you begin to relax your body slumps against his.

“I got ya. Ya ok,” he says, tightening his arm around you. He pulls the handheld down and washes you both off as you gradually come down from your high.

You lean your head back on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

He smiles and replaces the handheld. “Ya welcome. Jus’ wan’ ya ta feel better.”

“I do, thank you. Kiss me?”

He smiles. “‘Course.” Holding your cheeks, he places the sweetest kiss on your lips deepening it after a few moments.

“I love you Harry, I’m sorry I interrupted our sleep with all…this,” you say motioning around with a pout to your expression, “and I’m so thankful for how you take care of me, even in my most embarrassing moments.”

“Baby, please don’ be embarrassed, ‘m not, I love ya. Was scared at first, the though’ of causin’ ya pain, makin’ ya bleed…,” he’s shaking his head and brushing the hair out of your face so tenderly as if his touch might make it worse, “was like that time ya passed out at the cottage all over again.”

You put your hands around his wrists turned your head to kiss the inside of one palm. “Hey…, I’m good, the pain medicine is helping and,” you grin shyly, “the orgasms relaxed me. Let’s go back to bed, you have a show tomorrow and you need your rest.”

***The next afternoon. ***

You both slept in and spent some time just relaxing. You were feeling better, the cramping had finally lessened. Sarah suggested some edibles and it was helping tremendously.

Opting for comfy clothes on the way to venue, you were scrolling through your phone messages when you feel Harry lean over and kiss your temple, “How ya feelin’, babe?”

“I’m feeling much, much, better. Some things are making complete sense now, too. I always get so…frisky around that time of the month, not that Amsterdam and especially our hotel isn’t a sexy place, but now I know my hormones are raging and that’s part of it.”

“Wha’ abou’ me? Aren’t I tha reason ya so frisky?” he says pretending to be offended.

“Umm, honey, since we’ve been together my libido could be charted on the Richter Scale and you know it, but add a rush of hormones and…” you trail off wrapping your hand on the inside of his thigh. “Anyway, the bleeding is really light now and the cramps have relaxed almost completely.”

Harry pulls back a little and sticks out his bottom lip pouting. “Bu’ I quite like it when tha doctor orders orgasms”

You can’t help the burst of giggles, “Oh, trust me H, cramps may be gone, but the hormones are still there.” You slide your hand up to his crotch, “You gonna be OK tonight? You haven’t gotten to cum since last night when you ruined my panties and broke my bra.”

“Have ya know, ya were tha one who ruined those panties first, if ya remember, an’ tha’ bra was jus’ a victim of my gorgeous, hot, sexy girlfriend beggin’ me ta fuck ’er.”

You pull your head back, “You complaining, Styles?”

He pulls your hand up from his crotch and kisses the inside of your wrist, “Never.”

About three minutes away outside of the arena, Harry pops on a ball cap and mask, and you pop on a mask and pull your hair outta the ponytail and shake it out. You look over and he’s squirming with his pants trying to hide a semi-erect cock. You giggle and roll your eyes; It was going to be a frisky night, for two very horny people, you just hoped no one in the audience would be able to tell.

“Put that thing away, Harry!” you giggle while you both look at his crotch. “Thought this was a family show?” You can’t help the bursting snort.

“Hey! Can’ steal my lines!” Harry says tickling your neck with his nibbling. He pulls back and searches your eyes, “Babe, gonna worry abou’ ya tanight, sure ya gon’ be ok?”

You nod a lump in your throat at his thoughtfulness. “Gonna be great, H. Don’t worry about me.”

“Will ya do me a favor, when I look over at you will you give me a thumbs up so I know ya good?”

“I promise,” you whisper leaning in to kiss him.

“Ya love me?” he asks.

“I do.”

The expression on his face beams, “Really like tha sound of tha’ phrase comin’ from ya.”

It takes you a moment to realize what he just said, “Harry?” You question with eyes as big as saucers.

You turn and he’s already out the car door, with his hand held out to help you out.

You shake your head and thread your fingers with his as you walk toward the entrance.

You didn't dare reply to his comment, but you soak in the looks of love he gave you as you both changed. There was something so special about getting ready for a show with him. He was in his element and the sexiness of him in his element, getting to share that intimacy was indescribable. He made arrangements for you to be close to the stage that night as he was still worried about you. You told him he was being silly because you felt fine, other than the goosebumps from his earlier innuendo and your hormones firing on all cylinders. Your man was amazing in so many ways and you couldn't wait to see him tonight.

The songs never ever felt redundant to you, the fangirl in you still hung on every word he sang. You couldn’t be prouder of him. But the girlfriend reactions that were growing along with your relationship meant that so much of the time the music felt like you were hearing it for the first time. Some of the words were more meaningful now than they had been at the beginning. And some of the ways he looked your direction during some lyrics could melt you in a heartbeat. At times it felt like he was singing and dancing just for you. That particular hip wiggle during Music for a Sushi Restaurant reminded you of the grind move he uses when he makes love to you deep and slow. That part about “getting yourself wet for me” in Cinema has always been so hot, but tonight he was on your side of the stage and made sure he made eye-contact during “I guess you’re all mine.” It was true, you were all his. He owned you and you had the initials on your bum to prove it. But the motions he made during the line “Choke her with a sea view” during Keep Driving have set you on fire. After his early “I do” comment, it felt like he was singing Love Of My Life to you, especially with the looks he gave you.

True to his word, he looks over at you often during the show and each time you give him a thumbs up. By the fifth thumbs up, you decided to change things up. The next time he looked over, you swayed your hips, the next time, you cupped your breasts and the next time you ran your hands down your body. He smiles his dirtiest smile at you glad you were feeling better and grabs the water bottle to douse the crowd. Oh, he was gonna give it good to the crowd and to you tonight.

By the time he walked into the dressing room after the last song, you were positively raging with neediness. He walks over to you and quips, "Honey, I'm home!"

You grin wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’d ask if you had a good day at the office, but I already know because I saw you have a particularly, spectacular…very sexy day at the office.”

“Jezebel, we need ta talk abou’ ya behavior tanight…can’ work when ya send those kinda vibes…touchin’ this body like tha’,” he runs his hands down to your bum and pulls your hips forward, “how ya feelin’?”

“Mmmm…feel good, H. I was just mimicking what I saw you do on stage,” you say biting your lip. Your hands slide to his bum and your eyes flutter closed as you feel his hard cock in between you. “The way you move, baby. Makes me so wet.”

He gulps. “Ya make me crazy, know tha’?”

“Take me back to the hotel baby. I want you.”

As soon as you walk off the elevator into your suite, he has you against the closest wall. “Need a shower, baby…wan’ ya so much.” He kisses you deeply, his tongue licking at yours as if he needs your taste like his next breath. His hand holds your jaw, tilting it and his mouth opens wide to take in your lips. He’s moaning and rutting against you. He runs his other hand down to your tummy, “How’s ya tummy?”

“No pain, I’m good.”

“So no orgasms?” he says starting to step away.

“Don’t you dare, mister! I need orgasms, but I need you inside me this time. How do you feel about that? I’m only slightly bleeding…” you ask searching his eyes for any hesitation.

“Told ya don’ care abou’ tha’, baby, just wan’ ya ta be comfortable.”

“How about a warm bath, you said you wanted a shower, and have you seen the tub in that bathroom! It’s big enough for ten people. They have the most amazing bubble bath in there too, I was smelling it this morning and dreaming of a nice bath.”

He smiles his most gorgeous smile. “I don’ care where I take ya. Ya wan’ me ta fuck ya in tha tub, then I’ll fuck ya in tha tub,” he says, pressing his lips to yours again as his hands run down your body to unbutton and unzip your jeans.

You moan into his mouth as he tugs your jeans and panties down. Your hands on his shoulders are pulling the jacket up, your fingers gripping it. After that, it’s a frenzy as you both pull your clothes off each other.

Once you’re fully naked, he pulls back to look at you, his thumb and forefinger pulling at his lips, eyes boring into yours. He notices everything: your heaving chest, your hard nipples, the way your thighs press together.

“Wanna make ya cum s’hard fo’ me. Wanna make ya mine.”

“I’m yours, H. Take me!”

He grabs your hand and pulls you to the bathroom and you watch as he turns on the tap and squeezes out the bubble bath. He pulls you to him and kisses you as you wait for the tub to fill. He steps in and offers his hand to help you in and he sits down, pulling you down and against his chest, lips kissing down your neck, hands cupping your breasts.

“Felt like you were singing to me tonight, H. You can’t imagine how much the fangirl in me was screaming inside. Then I remembered that I would be coming back here with you tonight…sometimes I forget that we’re together,” you say softly sliding your hands above your head and into his hair.

“Don’ wan’ ya ta ever forget,” he whispers in your ear while he runs his thumbs over your nipples. “Look s’sexy in water, makes me think abou’ tha first time we went ta the cottage.” You smile to yourself thinking about that moment. “Wan’ed ta fuck ya s’bad in that hottub. Got ya off on my fingers…god, was s’hard for ya, jus’ like now.”

You can’t help the squirming and wiggling.

“Mmmm…I was still kinda in shock that you wanted me, that first time. It all felt so surreal.” Your fingers tighten their grip on his knees as his fingers pull on your nipples and your back arches. “Watching you sometimes it still feels surreal.”

“It’s real. We’re real. I love ya mo’ than I ever loved anyone.”

His soapy hands slide down your tummy to cup your pussy. “Turn round an’ let me show ya how real we are. How much ya mean ta me.”

You turn around easily because the bubble bath is so slippery. He pulls you flush to him, his cock on his tummy between the two of you.

You slick his hair back with your wet hand and draw you finger down the side of his face. You lean forward and placed a soft kiss on first one corner of his lips and then the other. Swirling your hips, you close your eyes. “Mmmm, mmm…”

“Feel good, swee’heart?”

You lean forward and nose your way to his ear, “Yeah, can feel how hard you are on my clit. I’m so sensitive right now.”

“Tell me more, love,” he says running his hands up the outside of your thighs.

“Watching you tonight…Mmmm…looked so good, when you would bend backwards or swirl your hips, I could see…,” you blush and pull away a little.

“No, don’ stop, go on, wha’ were ya lookin’ at, hmmm?”

“You know how I feel about you in flat front pants…were you thinking about me?” you say pressing your forehead against is as he moves his hands to your tits and pinches your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Harry, were you hard on stage for me?”

“Ya tell me, babe, what d’ya see?”

“I could see your…you were poking…,” you look down at his cock pressed between you two.

“Could ya see my cockhead? S’a goddamn miracle tha’ I dinna ‘ave a wet spot from ya…dancin’ like tha’”

You gasp.

“Wha’? Tha’ turn ya on?”

You bite your lip and nod. “The thought of you on stage hard because of me…a wet spot…mmm…”

He pinches your nipples hard again and you cry out, back arching.

“H, I’m so empty. I need you. Please.” You can feel yourself clenching around nothing.

His wet hands slide down your sides and pull you flush to him, and then his hands move to your bum pulling you up and down along the underside of his cock.

“Mmmmm…”

“Feel good?” He asks, lips sliding down your neck. “Put me inside, baby but don’ move. Jus’ hold me inside ya fo’ a mo’, yeah?”

You slide your hand down between you and grab his cock, looking down to see through the bubbly water.

“No,” he tips your chin up with a wet finger, “eyes on me, Jezebel…wanna see ya eyes when I get my gasp… tease me all night… wan’ ya eyes when I fill ya up.”

Meeting his gaze, you raise up slightly and position him at your entrance. As you slide down on him he pushes up ever so slightly and your pelvis’ meet when he bottoms out deep inside you.

But the look on his face, his jaw slack and mouth slightly open, eyes gazing into yours as your flutter and struggle to stay forward. You mouth opens into and “O” and you gasp on an exhale as he seats himself deep. “There she is…tha’ a way, baby…no, no, don’t clench yet…jus’ a warm hug. S’it feel good?”

You nod breathlessly.

“Can get s’deep this way…love bein’ deep inside ya…an’ yeah, was thinkin’ abou’ ya on stage…do it mo’ than is decent, if ‘m honest.”

“Yeah?” You ask him, licking your lips, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

He pulls his hips back and thrusts back into you slowly and then does it again.

“Mmmm…Harry,” you say barely a whisper.

“God this is wha’ I think abou’ on stage. Think abou’ bein’ s’deep inside ya ya can barely keep ya eyes open, fucking ya slow an’ deep.”

“Hahhhh….oh fuck,” you say as you move your hips and grind down on him. “I think about you too. I watch the way you move and I…mmmm…I imagine you with me.”

He slides his hands up to the sides of your neck, “Move wi’ me, babe…” he leans forward and kisses you deeply, “I love ya”

You gasp again and slosh the water with a slight jerk.

“Jesus baby, so fuckin’ sexy tha’ you do tha’ when I tell ya I love ya while we fuck, s’like ya whole body hears it, not jus’ ya ears.”

“I do, every fiber of me feels it, used to imagine it, now…now…it’s so…real, I feel it everywhere. You fuck me so good but fucking with your love is something I could never ever live without…not ever again, Harry, you ruined me for any other,” you say biting your bottom lip and exhaling the emotion in your throat.

“Won’ ever be another…never…,” he says lips against yours.

“No, no, no…,” you cry out shaking your head and moving on him faster, “never be another for me….” You gulp squeezing his cock tighter. “Harry, I’m close, but…don’t wanna cum… not without you, baby, please….”

“So close too…Ungghh! Come on…come on…tagether, babe, tagether…,” he pulls you in closer and tighter to him, your breath catches as he groans out. He goes stiff deep inside you and your thighs clamp tight on his hips as your walls contract hard on his cock. The sounds of the water and your breathing echoing off the tile in the bathroom.

You fall forward, your face in his neck and just breathe him in as you come down.

He grips you to him tightly and kisses your temple. “Ya s’amazin’ an’ I love ya s’much.”

You smile and pull your head up to kiss him. “I love you too, baby. So so much.”

His hands on the sides of your face, thumbs rubbing circles on your cheeks. “Meant wha’ I said ya know. This is forever fo’ me an’ I wan’ ya ta know it…we don’ hafta make it official until we’re ready bu’…I wan’ ta one day. Wan’ ya ta have my last name one day, my sweet Jezebel.”

You feel the tears gather in your eyes. “H…oh my god…I…that’s what I want to. It’s always been you.”

He kisses you again as the tears slide down your face, pulling you flush against him. “I love ya,” he says against your lips.

[mamirhodessxox]

Him & I Pt 2 (Final Part)

Warning: Angst, mentions of a possible ed??, Fluff at the end.

also bc of @amoreaustin I decided to make a part 2 <3

It had been 5 weeks since that encounter with Austin. I was sitting in the living room of my house at the piano feeling empty as I softly sang one of my songs that were inspired by the current break up. The constant ache in my heart made me feel dead inside as i remembered the 3 nicknames he gave me ‘DragonFly’ ‘FireFly’ and ‘Little Dove’ I was crying my heart out as my head was now laying on the keys while Cassidy walked inside and saw my shadow as my body shook from crying “Oh bubs..” She muttered walking towards me and kneeled to my level “Bubs it’s gonna be oka-'' I shot my head up as mascara streamed down my face “IT’S NOT CASSIDY!” I sniffled, laying my head back down while she caressed my back ever so gently. “He was my first love and I lost him.” Cassidy sighed as she practically carried me away from the piano and laid me down on the couch and wrapped me up in a blanket.

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Since that night I tried to move on but it was damn near impossible but I felt better. I just felt like I had a missing piece. The only main issue was I’ve been overworking myself to absolute hell to stay distracted. Tonight was the night of another concert I was on stage strumming the shit out of my electric guitar hair flips and all but finally the consequences of not eating food and not drinking water caught up to me as I suddenly flopped onto the ground fainting which made Jared and Cassidy sprint across the stage towards me and try waking me up until someone called the ambulance. I woke up in the hospital confused, frantically sitting up, my vision still blurry “I shouldn’t be here! The concer-” Austin's voice rang through my ears as he and my friends scurried over to me “Firefly settle down alright? You’ve been unfriendly to yourself sweetheart, relax.” Firefly, I haven't heard him call me that since before everything went to shit. The name brought tears to my eyes as I saw more clearly now “Y-You shouldn’t be here..”

Austin shook his head as he grabbed my hand standing above the hospital bed “No i definitely should be Y/N the news got out 20 minutes after you got to the ER. You shouldn’t be overworking yourself like this Dove. You need to be eating.” He used his stern voice with me as Cassidy watched from afar “I love you far too much to let you go on that damn stage without any food or water in your system just to end up nearly dying!” I huffed crossing my arms looking up at his standing figure “I wasn’t dyin-” he glared at Jared and Cassidy letting them know to give us a moment and they did “You realize you can die doing that Y/N?! I lost you once, I can't lose you again permanently!” I teared up looking down until he picked up my face “I love you Y/N with every bit of my fucking body. I would rip out for no reason at all if you asked me too” I felt tears go down my face as he gently planted a kiss on my lips “I missed you so goddamn much austin..”

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Months have gone by since that incident and Austin has stayed right by my side since then the moment we got back together. I was at his place today cleaning up the kitchen until he shut off the water with his hands on his hips. “And what in god’s name do you think you’re doing Y/N?” I smiled shyly and set the sponge down “Cleaninngg..” He smiled and picked up my tiny body and held me close. “I told you I was going to do the dishes didn’t I little dove?” I nodded until he grabbed the sink hose and sprayed me with water and splashed soap on me. “That’s what you get for not listening!” I squealed laughing as we ran around the kitchen having a water fight until he tapped out and held our wet bodies close to each other as he leaned in for a kiss as we were finally happy together. Nobody could no longer get in between him & I.

[galaxyregent]

Oh dear god they multiplied.

So in Berserker's Bride, we only ever see the eldest, Orvar being born. Since I don't know if I'll finish it, I thought I'd provide a spoiler of the other kids. Yeah Dagur and Hiccup have four other kids, much to the chagrin of the world. They're chaos wrapped in smart-ass. Not sure if I mentioned this, but I gave Dagur the family name Eldsen, Eld -don't quote me on this- being a Norse word related to fire- and "sen", being essentially meaning son a common part of Norse surnames. Red hair runs in the family hence calling themselves essentially sons of fire.

It's something of a private joke that Hiccup will look at her kids after they caused trouble and think 1. Her father is definitely laughing at her somewhere, and 2. Why the frick did she have so many kids? Dagur will then walk by without a shirt and she'll get all flustered thinking, "oh right, that's why." Also let's be real back in the day you had a lot of kids because you were expecting at least half to die before reaching adulthood. Hiccup had been content at four, the youngest wasn't intentional. Stupid sexy Dagur, lol. So a bit about each.

Orvar, aka Orvar the Honorable, the oldest, the apple of his family's eyes, of the five the best blend between his parents. Orvar is -mostly-sensible, level headed and decent warrior. Except for one thing. Orvar is TERRIFIED of blood. It may or may not have to with the fact that he was sprayed with an enemies life blood within minutes of being born, who knows. He was conceived shortly after Hiccup defeated the Red Death on the morning Hiccup was given the Eldsen family talon and the pair properly confessed their love. Orvar was then carried through a war with the Outcasts before being born in a dragon pen while his father was beat half to death. He grows to be heir to the Beserker tribe, as he was named by his father after living a month.

Sigrid, aka Sigrid the Sensible, is a as her name suggests, the most level headed of the children, usually the one keeping the rest out of trouble, including her big brother. Another private joke is that each of the children were carried/conceived/born under crazy circumstances. Sigrid was the only one whose conception, pregnancy and birth were pretty uneventful. Hiccup is convinced it's the reason Sigrid is something other crazy. She would be a baby after the time skip when BB tells the story of Race to the Edge. Despite being called the Sensible, Sigrid is the most effective warrior of the children. The others all know that, it's one of the reasons she can keep them in line. But she dreams of love and family, of marriage and children, rather than glorious death in battle.

Laddie, AKA Hiccup Horrendous Haddock IV, AKA Laddie the Mad, Hiccup was pregnant with him-Very Early Stage- during the events of the second movie. Laddie was also born early and weak as his mother had been. Luckily, Dagur had outlawed the casting out of hiccups years before so there was no objection to keeping him. The pair had gone back and forth if they wanted to brand their son with the name but eventually decided, eff the establishment, call him Hiccup and get him prove he was more. Hiccup had gone far despite being a hiccup, she wasn't even the first hiccup in her family to do so. To avoid confusion, they called him Hiccup-Lad or Laddie, for short. Basically Laddie is what happens when you mix Hiccup's inventive genius with Dagur's lack of regard for humanity. He's basically a mad scientist. For the most part he uses the name Haddock instead of Eldsen, since he's set to inherit the Hooligan tribe. Dagur still insist that they hyphen his family name in too.

Stoick Eldsen, AKA Stoick the Steadfast, the name Stoick was actually intended for Laddie, but since he was a Hiccup, they decided to hold off. He was the first child born after the events of the 3rd movie, still not sure how I was approaching that. Also, I never decided if Stoick I died during the second movie in BB but was a consideration. Stoick II is easily the largest of the children, towering over the rest in height and girth. Also, he's a big ol' himbo. While not oe to get in trouble on his own he was always persuaded to adventure by his siblings. Unfortunately, he was the least fleshed out of the kids. Stoick II is set to inherit the Outcast tribe, the one his mother won by right of conquest.

Dagny Eldsen, AKA Dagny the Wild, is the final child born t the couple. Like her brothers, her conception was under unusual circumstances. Something Hiccup simply terms was "a weird night", make of that what you will. Dagur whined that one child was named for Hiccup's father and one named after Hiccup and he felt he deserved one named after him. Hiccup reminded him Laddie's name wasn't because of her but his runty size. Dagur argued it didn't matter and Hiccup threw up her arms, saying fine, if we have another kid it's getting named after you. Dagny came along and Hiccup was slightly worried that Dagur would be annoyed his namesake was a girl, but as usual, Dagur was unperturbed. "We'll call her Dagny." And that was that. Dagny is as her title suggests, a wild-child. She goes on to explore beyond the archipelagos to the mainland, forging trade deals that benefit her brothers' tribes and has a hundred lovers along the way. Regardless of how many kids she has, no two share a father. To be clear, she is the main trouble maker of the family. Dagny very much lived up to her namesake.

Enjoy everyone!

[chaotic-on-main]

jkjk

uhhh tell me a story about you!!!

what are ur top 5 reasons for thirsting for levi 👀

Top 5 reasons why I'm a Levi slut first and a person second (your words not mine):

1. Himbs eyes, I love his eyes. They're so aljdksjf yanno. I always describe them as hooded lmao, but I really love them. And the color of them too. might collect them and put them in a jar

2. His ARMS OH MY GOD. They're so toned. I just want him to choke me, maybe kill me a little. As a treat.

3. His voice (yes I am talking about his English dub fight me in a Walmart parking lot IDC) Matthew Mercer as Levi just does things to me okay? Okay cool.

4. His thighs. Like guys COME ON. ALDJKSJD I AM BITING. I AM CHOMPING. RIGHT INTO THEM.

5. His personality overall. This should actually be the top of the list but I just needed to get the feral thoughts out of the way. I love how cold and aloof his exterior is but on the inside is actually very caring and compassionate for others. He will protect those at the cost of his own life. Too bad for them, this stubborn idiot refuses to die.

A story about me huh? Hmm.

Tw/cw: alcohol, sexual soliciting (?), underage drinking, illegal affairs

I'll tell you about one of my favorite memories: Accidentally getting drunk then having to chase my friend's dog back into the house at 7 in the morning lmao.

This was the summer after I graduated high school. My best friend, S, and I decided to throw this little party for our just turned seniors friends. So we decided to all go bowling and then have a sleepover at said junior's house, J. Unfortunately our other friend, B, couldn't make it because he was grounded (this is important to note) so it was just the 3 of us. Everything is fine, we all suck at bowling, cool. We all start to drive over to our friend's house for the night.

EXCEPT WE WERE MISSING OUR FRIEND B SO WE DRIVE OVER TO HIS HOUSE (who lives in the same neighborhood as the friend we were staying over with) AND SNEAK HIM OUT OF HIS HOUSE. IT IS 11PM AT THIS POINT. HE BREAKS HIS WINDOW SCREEN TO ESCAPE AND JUMPS IN OUR CAR AND WE JUST DRIVE OFF.

Once settled, J (the one who we're staying with who by the way of course still lives with her parents since she's 17) then pulls out 3 half filled WATER BOTTLES (yes those plastic disposable ones) of liquor. I don't even know what was in them but it's all horrible. Anyways, I - being the mom of the group - barely have any why these two girls and one guy down it. And we're vibing. But we realize quickly that we're RUNNING OUT OF LIQUOR.

So we're coming up with a game plan to get more. Long story short (because I don't remember how it happened exactly) B says he has a contact that can get us more alcohol but we'd have to drive over to get it. Well this is a conundrum because two friends (S and J) are wasted and one doesn't know how to drive, which left me. BUT I ONLY HAD MY DRIVERS PERMIT AT THE TIME (this is a whole different story of why I couldn't legally drive until I was 18, not important right now) but I am their only option so I was like fine.

We sneak outside to S's car and try to leave but for some reason her car won't start? Like it kept stalling and then I accidentally triggered her car alarm so it was going off for a couple minutes before we were finally able to shut it off. We sit there for a couple minutes in silence, afraid we just woke up J's parents.

We didn't.

But now we're out A CAR. then our other friend B mentions we can just use his car. Which is great BUT WE HAD TO WALK 10 MINUTES TO HIS HOUSE TO GET IT. We forgot to put shoes on S's feet too apparently, I don't remember that but she does. We get to his car finally and drive off. This is my FIRST TIME DRIVING AT NIGHT. I WAS SO SCARED. BUT WE MADE IT TO THIS RANDOM STRANGER'S CONDO

So B handles it, he goes in to grab the liquor. But he's in there for a VERY LONG TIME. He finally comes back with a bottle of skyy vodka and we're like "B what the fuck too you so long." YALL. HE GAVE THIS CONTACT A BLOWJOB IN ORDER TO GET THE LIQUOR AND THATS WHY HE WAS GONE FOR SO LONG. anyways.

So we're back, we're all drinking and having fun. Might have made out with each other idk. After a while, S needs to go potty and the bathroom was actually right next to the bedroom so when you open the door, you can look into it. So she goes, she takes a while to come back. I'm like what the fuck. I'm periodically opening and closing the door to make sure she's okay and she's just throwing up in the toilet. Mind you I'm drunk, so everything is kinda running slow for me. She said she's fine when I ask so I keep checking in on her

At one point, the next time I open the door, J's mom is STANDING IN THE DOOR WAY STARING DOWN AT ME AND WHAT DO I DO?! I FUCKING CLOSE THE DOOR IN HER FACE AND LOOK OVER TO J WHILE LAUGHING AND SAYING "DUUUUDE YOUR MOM IS RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR" IN THE MOST FUCKED UP SLURRED VOICE.

anyways panic ensues, mother mode takes over. S is sobbing as she usually does when she's too drunk to handle and I'm stripping her and putting her into the shower because she's a fucking mess okay? And J is drunk off her ass and her mom is trying to damage control her by making her shower too. I'm pretty sure she threw up on herself and at one point ran down the stares ass naked? I don't know. B is passed out on the bed by the way.

There's also this point in time but idk where it lines up but J's dog got out and we had to chase it through the neighborhood while being drunk off our asses at 7am. A running couple came by and asked if we needed help and I was like "nah we're good" but I'm pretty sure they could tell we were drunk. Like we probably looked like a fucking mess. This happened before J's mom found us tho. The sun was fucking out y'all.

We didn't get home until maybe 3pm because we slept in. our cover up story of why we felt and looked sick to our parents was because of food poisoning from the bowling alley.

Anyways. Long story short kids, drink responsibly. I wanna note I am no longer this person, btw.

I uh. A lot has happened to me before the age of 21.

[nijigasakilove]

“Hyoma you’re a real man” Chills man. Whole episode was just immaculate.

Lmaooo so the Traditional Music Bureau decide to betray everyone and work for the bad guys to serve an evil god. Then act surprised when evil god does evil god shit. Like yea maybe there’s a reason she’s sealed 😂 Tsuzumi pack in the air.

Botan’s awakened form is really fire. I love that design. Kinda reminds me of Ragyō from KLK.

Guess the key to keeping the living god under control is love after all. One sentence from Hyoma is all it took for Botan to fight back and regain control. Really sweet moment between the two of them. Hyoma lived up to his promise and kept her safe.

The Bridal Trousseau breaking out of that prison seal gave me flashbacks to TTGL’s dream sequence. Chills. Good to have them back in the fight. The traditional bureau still haven’t learnt their lesson apparently so they’ll have to die IG 🤷🏾‍♂️

Damn, using Hyoma’s brother’s appearance is a real low blow. That’s going to be tough for him to overcome. It also seemed like that Tsukumonogami was able to raise his head before the living god’s control over Botan weakened so I wonder if he’s got some ability to defy the god somehow?

Wish the final 8 mins would’ve had more happening. Felt like a traditional battle shonen where what should’ve been a 2-3 minute scene is stretched out longer for dramatic effect

[epicaxolotls]

Prompt: Space AU

Words: 1,825

TW FOR MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

idk i just felt angsty

not reread because i'm tired, i'll probably edit it a bit & add tags tomorrow

Tommy paused. The command center was still beeping. Every few seconds, the spaceship was washed in red lights, as the alarms continued their screeching.

Tommy hated the alarms.

He knew what they were for, though.

Everyone on the ship did. 

Tommy really hadn’t wanted it to happen, though.

But before being allowed to hop on the ship, sent away into the stars for who-knows-how-long, they had to go through debriefs about the system. Tommy hadn’t paid much attention. Phil had been the one coursed on the ship and shit. He was their pilot, so Tommy didn’t see too much reason to need to know. 

If Phil died from old age, then they were all dead. Oh well. Honestly, Tommy didn’t sign up to be out here to survive. Far from it, if he was being honest.

But everyone knew what a fucking screaming alarm meant.

Something had definitely gotten fucked up.

And Tommy knew that, not just because of the giant flashing warning shit and all that, but also because Phil was passed out on the floor of the pilot’s cabin.

Not good. Really, really not good.

Wilbur rushed into the room about a minute after Tommy, who was still staring at Phil. He didn’t want to check his pulse. He really didn’t. So as Techno rushed in after Wilbur to make see what the problem was on the control panels, Wilbur walked up instead.

Tommy got out of his way. He didn’t know what to do with himself. Techno was checking the software shit to see what was wrong with the ship, Wilbur was making sure Phil wasn’t dead (he wasn’t, Wilbur soon confirmed, thank fuck), and Tommy was just there.

God, he was so fucking useless. He didn’t even know why the program decided to put him here. He’s just some kid that signed up on a whim because he wanted an excuse to just leave. It wasn’t like he actually knew much. He didn’t have a knack for flying the ship, like Phil, or an inhuman skill in fighting, like Techno, or ability to know when someone’s dying and how to make them not die, like Wilbur.

He was just. There.

He didn’t even know why anymore. He’d been so ready to get off Earth that he never thought to ask. And it wasn’t like the rest of the crew had any more of an idea than him.

“Looks like the internal engine got damaged.” Techno muttered, “Probably just debris and things that were bigger than we expected. Navigation’s off, so I can’t tell much, but from what I can see damaged, we must’ve crashed into somethin’ and it split, takin’ out the engine, navigation, and one of the left motors. Navigation thing must’ve short-circuited the board for a bit, that’s what got Phil. Or somethin’. Can’t really tell.”

Wilbur nodded, “Checks out. Tom, can you go get the medkit from the medbay? The one with all the shit, not just the first aid.”

Tommy nodded, taking the opportunity to get out of there the second Wilbur offered it. He ran down to the other side of the ship, and he thought.

They’d be fine without their engine for a little bit. Not long, but Techno would probably get the generator on, if it wasn’t already, and that’d be fine. And they could replace a motor.

But Tommy was always the one who checked storage. To make sure everything was still there and all. It was always boring, but he had to pull his weight somehow.

And Techno said that navigations were off.

If navigation was off, that meant the outer transmitter must’ve been hit. The outer transmitter, which Tommy knew, they didn’t have a spare of. 

Tommy grabbed the medkit, ran back, and gave it to Wilbur.

He left the room.

The transmitter broke off. It had to have. Tommy’s lived with these guys for almost a year. If Techno said that navigation was off, that didn’t just mean it had no signal.

It had to have broken off.

Tommy knew where the spacesuits were. Why wouldn’t he? He might not be that useful on the ship, but he knew where shit was. Especially like. Some of the most important things.

Tommy also knew how to prepare these suits. That was what he was supposed to be good at. He was mostly drilled on boring shit, like preparing suits and how he needed to play a part in the team.

”Remember, Tommy,” Dream spoke, after Tommy had asked a particularly stupid question out of boredom, “The point of you being on that ship is that you’re non-vital. You’re able to be lost if worst comes to worse.”

”I know.” Tommy muttered, regretting the snarky comment the second he had said it, “I’m cannon fodder.”

”Sure.” Dream had shrugged. A part of Tommy had wanted Dream to oppose Tommy’s statement. The more reasonable part of him knew that Dream couldn’t. It was true.

Hey, at least Tommy got to actually be useful now, y’know? His dumbass had been taking up space on the ship for a while now. The others were probably gonna be happy with him gone. They could finally stop having to pretend to like him.

Tommy got the suit on. The oxygen tank was full. He had the job of preparing them, and making sure the tanks were still pressurized and shit. Of course it was full.

Tommy walked past the room. Honestly, he hoped someone would notice him walking by with a big, dumbass, bulky suit and stop him.

But Phil was still passed out. Wilbur was next to him, trying to make sure he didn’t have a concussion or whatever the fuck an electricity shock would’ve given him. Tommy didn’t see Techno in the room. He was probably trying to figure out how to do repairs without knowing most of the shit he needed to repair.

Tommy walked by.

The spaceship was big. Tommy had expected it to be a lot fucking smaller before they all got there. Like the ones in those videos of astronauts going about their day-to-day lives in space and all. That small. But it was big. Like, really fucking huge. To the point where Tommy had gotten lost many times during the first few weeks. Maybe months. Tommy didn’t keep track. Maybe he should’ve.

Tommy knew the layout of it now, though. He knew where to go. Kinda. 

Well. He knew where he needed to get out to find the navigation thing.

Tommy went through the airlock. It was loud. Someone probably heard it. But they had important shit they needed to do, so it wasn’t like they were gonna come stop Tommy.

Tommy wondered if they’d stop him regardless.

Whatever.

Tommy got himself hooked up to the ship so he didn’t. Y’know. Float away. And he went out.

The airlock was horribly loud, for just a moment. For just a moment, and then it was quiet.

Tommy hadn’t turned his radio on. That was fine. It shouldn’t take too long.

He also hadn’t told anyone he’d been going out the airlock.

No one knew he was out here, and he barely had a way to tell them, with the radio not working. He could probably get it on. Maybe. But also, he needed to get out.

Tommy let himself drift out of the airlock for a moment. It was stupid, he knew that, and he needed to get the navigation shit back up, but–

No. No, he needed to focus. Tommy grabbed the ship, pulling himself over to the navigation. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far away from the airlock. Just five meters or so, if Tommy had to guess.

Tommy looked at it. Mostly the shit that had to be exposed, for y’know, navigation. Those were probably the things most likely to get damaged.

He really didn’t have to look for more than a few seconds to see that the entire antenna was gone. Hah. That. That wasn’t awesome.

Tommy looked around, hoping that maybe. Maybe he could see it. Because if the entire antenna had been knocked off of their navigation system, there was no way they’d be able to get back on. Not with the weird shit that had gone into the antenna to get it to pick up the signal they needed.

Tommy saw it. It was above him a bit, a little bit away from the ship. Its silver reflected the light of some of the spaceship’s red lights, making it kind of flicker in and out of his view. 

So, in a desperate hope, he jumped toward it.

Tommy lost it for a moment, among the pitch black of space.

Then, he saw it in front of him, and–

He felt a tug. The tube that was connecting him to the spaceship and actually. Well. Giving him air.

Tommy couldn’t– no.

It was right there.

The tank on his back had enough air by itself to last a bit. He didn’t remember how long Dream had said. But it would be enough. It had to be.

Tommy pulled off the tube, let go of it, careful not to push it back towards the ship.

He grabbed the antenna.

Tommy took a breath.

He grabbed the tube, and pulled himself over to the ship again.

Tommy took another breath.

He just needed to fix this now.

Tommy took another breath.

It might go there, or maybe-? No, that was a port, why would that…

Tommy took another breath.

There. That looked broken off.

Tommy took another breath. He felt. Hm. Lightheaded.

Stress. That’s what it was.

Tommy inhaled, focusing on the broken antenna.

That tiny thing was making them lose all connections.

Tommy exhaled. He needed to focus.

Okay. Yeah. Right there. He just needed to keep it there. And he didn’t bring duct tape or anything.

Tommy wondered if he should just try to force it into where it goes.

Eh. Why not.

Tommy took out the broken bit of the other bit of the antenna. He put it the actual part. He felt it secure. He imagined it would probably make a small click, if Tommy could hear it.

Tommy let out a sigh of relief.

He barely felt any air enter his lungs.

Tommy paused, and looked over to the tube, which was now floating a bit away from him.

No. No, no no–

Tommy reached over to it. He couldn’t reach. He tried to grab onto the ship, to propel himself toward it, and he took another breath in.

But he couldn’t get any air. 

He couldn’t think about the tube anymore. He couldn’t breathe. No. No–

He couldn’t breathe.

Tommy let go of the ship.

He tried to get another breath in, as his vision blurred.

Cannon fodder, Tommy had said.

He was cannon fodder.

He really hoped it at least worked.

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Rpg Anon: To answer your question: Simple. 1. They don't care. They're all "pure" of heart. They just want to do what their whimsical little hearts tell them do, free of any inhibitions or thinking. 2. Here's another way to look at it. They're all Nagito after he found out Hajime has no talent in dr2. He was an asshole to Hajime. Ironically tho, Izuru, the ultimate hope, a being that represented what Nagito would adore most is this world, is Hajime too.

They all adore the legend and beauty of the idea of The Savior (talent) but the minute they lay eyes on The Savior, they grow sick and repulsed at the fact they exist cuz it goes against what they feel. "Oh The Savior is so wonderful and graceful and gallant" >>> "How dare someone better than us exist?! How dare they tell us what to do?!" >>> "Oh the legends of heroic deeds that The Savior has done are wonderful, aren't they?" Rinse repeat.

I'm sure I said this before. Honestly, everything could have been avoided if 1. Those assholes did what they told to do and made the goddamn sword (don't ask) instead of being lazy or 2. Morgan (the "Makoto" turned "Izuru" antagonist character I showed the viewpoint of for you) also did what she told to do and SLAUGHTERED THEM ALL. Unbiased ruthless genocide of everyone. No saving them, no ruling them, just a wave of death and closing the curtain on everything. Honestly would have been a mercy kill to her actual good friends too.

Now I'm going to explain more I didn't get to say previously that will make things sound even worse.

Take this into consideration. Follow along with me and chronology of events to see why all these pieces of shit deserve to die. 1. Let's just say "God" (I can't spell his name) was a swell guy and created this entire land and all the people. They all worshipped him and there was love and peace for a while. Until they realized that "God" is above them as people and they didn't like someone better than them existing and telling them what to do. So they decided to kill his priestess/wife, throw her corpse down a pit, poison him (to this day idk how they managed to poison someone as fucking gigantic and all powerful as him but regardless), and seal him in that same pit. Sigh. 2. Then, the world itself summons Morgan to bring order and peace to the land now that god is dead for now. You already know how this turned out. 3. Next, the world itself told Morgan to kill everyone (yes that's right. Imagine if the entire planet itself was disgusted with its global population so much that it plotted to kill them all) and gave her a spear to do it. Morgan chose still to save everyone and betrayed the world. 4. So the world created Oberon (the third Junko character I mentioned) to kill everyone and more specifically beat Morgan. Honestly, this was an INGENIOUS plan. Morgan is downright TERRIFIED of bugs. However this plan got fucked over cuz Morgan had friends who took care of Oberon. Loophole. 5. And so the world decided to recreate Morgan. The next Savior/Chosen One: Artoria Caster (Castoria). ...the fuckers treated her the same way... The sole reason she survived long enough was cuz of Oberon. They treated her so terribly that Oberon himself, who was born to hate any Chosen One, felt that despite this, he was disgusted by those fuckers and how they treated her that he took care of Castoria in secret and taught her fire magic and awkward magic for survival.

That's straight up the equivalent of saying Makoto was so abused and hurt by everyone that Junko herself, despite knowing that Makoto will end her in the future, couldn't take seeing him suffer anymore and taught him the power of Hope. Wow.

And here's something incredibly wacky as fuck. This goes to show how crazy insane those fuckers were. The village that castoria once lived at were originally going to ritual sacrifice her cuz they were assholes. Why didn't they? Was it cuz Morgan's army was coming? Did they gain a sense of heart for once? No. The sheer thought and joy of being able to sacrifice someone for no reason caused them all to, I kid you not, start having an celebratory orgyfest of killing each other, eating each other, burning everything down, and destruction. WTF. By the time Morgan's army arrived, they saw a wave of fucking crazy lunatic psychos doing wtf things so they did the only sensible thing and killed who was left in order to not have anymore of these heretics spread. Castoria literally slept through all this chaos.

Sorry for talking about this so much. I got a bit too passionate about how much love to hate this Avalon chapter. I'll just end it with this happy note.

2 years later, we did get swimsuit summer versions of Morgan, Castoria, Barghest (the "Sakura" character), Melusine ("mukuro" character), Baobhan Sith (can't spell her name, the "Mikan" character), and even hell a summer uniform for Oberon. All I can say I'm truly glad i finally see them all smile again. Pointers to Melusine who doesn't have to think about anything terrible anymore and can now focus on/have fun doing shoryukens, gushing over firearm artillery, gushing over being a fighter jet herself, drinking her favorite drink of soy sauce mixed with honey and alcohol (dragons have weird taste), and most importantly, her absolute joy and hobby to straight up CUCK ALL HER FRIENDS by constantly Constantly trying to fuck the protagonist despite the fact that her friends like them too and called dibs. Barghest can enjoy a life without her curse and enjoy being a fire fighter muscle mommy maid. Baobhan sith can just sit down and read a book for once instead of thinking about all the abuse she endured. And Oberon can enjoy being a neet hikkomori trolling us about melons. (We live in the fucking Artic; where the hell are we going to get fresh melon?)

//To me it just sounds like whoever wrote that chapter just has zero faith in humanity as a species.

//We have the potential to be the worst creatures on the planet, true, but we also have the potential to be the best.

//Nothing in the world is evil by nature, not even us.

-Mod

[springalwayscomes]

Not even a gift

Plot: Since the moment Jungkook saw your ass he swore he never saw something that beautiful. But then you turned around, and well, that was a total different thing. The poor man couldn’t even stand beside you without embarassing himself or embarassing you, and evey time seems to get worse and worse and...worse. 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Dancer AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut, One Shot

Wordcount: 30k

Content Warning: Jungkook can’t stop embarassing himself, swearing, sexual innuendo, sexual tension, awkard situations, masturbation, sexual fantasies, a lot - a lot - of fluff, Reader with stress issues, overwhelming parents, trust issues

A/N: I wrote this when I was just joining the fandom, last year for Kookie’s birthday. I remember wanting to pst this so badly but it stayed in my drafts because I wasn’t sure it was good enough and I was a little insecure about the ending. I told to myself that someday I’d rewrite a new ending and post this, but knowing myself and how I work with my writing, I know that that day will never come because even if did so, I’ll probably end up with not liking my style of writing anymore and editit all out, leave it like this or delate it. So I told myself that I’d rather prefer to publish it. cause at the end this story was incredibly funny to write - sometimes I would laugh all alone like an idiot while writing it - and to be honest I think it’s pretty good. It’s the very first fanfiction I wrote about BTS so it’s also very meaningful for me. For reasons as the ones I already mentioned I decided to not edit this, so you might find some grammatical errors, please understand that this was the first time I wrote something from scratch in english. If you’d like to read it in episodes I’m going to publish it on youtube as a series too, where you’ll be able to live the full experience of the story since there you can visualize it too, as for the story it’s exactly the same as here. Enjoy reading this one, I know you’ll have fun!

Watch the first episode on Youtube

Since the moment Jungkook saw your ass he swore he never saw something that beautiful. It wasn’t just fit and solid, it was the way you were moving it on the beat, making it look like something he’d die to touch, squeeze, hold.

That was the very first thing he noticed about you.

He couldn’t help but fantasize how you’re face would look, watching your back from the doorframe of the ballroom. He imagined you sweat, little drops forming on your forehead caused by the the movements. He tried to focus his attention on the other dancers, fixating his gaze on the girl beside you making the exact same moves as you, but something about your presence kept on calling him like you were a mermaid and he was a poor sailor.

His dark doe-eyes ended again on your body, being in the last row it was hard for him to find your reflection in the mirror, other bodies moving endlessly making him grimace. He was running out of time, the poor man got stuck in traffic on his way here, already twenty minutes late, and god knows why he stopped looking at you dancing.

He shook his head when even after the music stopped your back was still facing him, not that he minded, but he was really dying to know how your face would look like.

Someone must have been both incredibly hungry and in love with him, cause a second later, you were bending over, resting your elbows on your thighs and giving him an even more beautiful view of your ass while trying to catch your breath. 

Breath stuck in his lungs, Jungkook gulped hard, making his adam’s apple jump up and down.

The girl next to you said something that made you laugh, back invaded by the spasms of your laughter, something he couldn’t hear because of all the talking that was going on in the room. He wished he could. He imagined your voice, soft and sweet, and soon enough is mind was already wondering about your features.

Snorting and getting out of his trance, he remembered himself he had to practice. Ready to take the first step away from the ballroom which he didn’t belong to, he shook his head a second time and turned, ready to leave his thoughts about you in that room and never meet them again.

But a second song started. And this time, he recognized the beat. Holding his breath again, he faced the entrance with a speed that got him shocked by himself.

Your hips were moving again, slowly and sensually, hands drawing abstract shapes in the air, hair attached to your skin. Your sweat shorts were doing nothing to hide your skin from his dark eyes, all he could think about was the way it seemed to shine under the lights of the room and the way your sweat would make it look even more glowing.

He hissed through his teeth, trying to push away the though of his hands against your skin, the way he’d like to trace your thighs with his fingers, leave pecks against your body and mark your hips with his lips. He brought his gaze back on your ass, sinful eyes burning against your skin and jaw clenching, Jungkook licked his lips and watched you arch your back before bringing your left leg to your head, holding it with your hands as you tiptoed your right foot.

«How long have you been here?»

He literally jumped, locking his gaze with whoever gave him a heart attack. Standing beside him, looking at him with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes wide were Yoongi.

«I-»

«You know this is the wrong room, right?» he looked at him with a blank expression, trying to understand what Jungkook was actually doing standing at the doorframe of a different studio, without even caring about the fact he should be practicing with him and the others.

«I know, I was just... looking around.» he managed to let out, before taking a deep breath and stepping towards Yoongi.

The moment he realized he was rocking a half-hard just by his previous sight, he clenched his jaw and gulped again. If Yoongi had already noticed his situation then he wouldn’t know cause his face was no longer on him, neck turned to peek into the room that stole the maknae’s attention before. The youngest one used that moment to bring his bag in front of him, and then headed to their dance class trying not to draw too much attention.

That was the first time he saw you.

Jungkook dropped his bag to the ground as soon as he entered his bedroom, removing his sneakers and his socks he headed to his bathroom in a matter of seconds, begging to feel the cold drops of water wash away all the sweat on his skin and the heat of his body, even though the last one wasn’t because of the workout.

His cock was aching, so damn hard and throbbing against his sweat pants.

He wished they finished their practice just a few seconds sooner. Dancing was a pain in the ass today, all he wanted to do was head back to your doorframe and peek at you, loose his gaze on your body, trying to steal a glance of your face.

But still, it didn’t happen. He couldn’t help but think about how’d you look during the three hours of rehearsals, he thought about it so much that now he had a clear image of you in his mind. And it was pretty platonic, almost inaccessible.

He removed his shirt and his pants, letting them fall on the ground, and then turned on the water, already hooking his fingers under the elastic band of his boxers. He was so hard that it ached.

Jungkook took a deep breath and palmed himself through the material, immediately hissing at the touch. Deciding it was not enough he let the cloth slowly fall to the ground, creating a wall around his ankles that he surpassed in a second getting in the shower.

He didn’t waste time on lathering, he just shut the glass door and closed his eyes while bringing his hand to his shaft. The fingertip of his thumb collected the precum leaking out of his slit, moving over his head and making him clench his jaw shut, breath already uneven.

He though about the way you moved your hips, he’d like to hold them tight and down on the bed while fucking into you. He’d take such a good care of you. He’d fuck you so good, making you whimper and moan every time he’d hit your g-spot, he’d squeeze your ass in his big hands, leaving marks as a reminder of his touch. He’d kiss your skin, he’d kiss your neck and he wouldn’t even mind tasting the sweat caused by your rehearsals today, but in his mind, that’d be caused by what you two are doing.

Jungkook groaned and stroked himself, bringing his hand now to his base and tightening his grip around his girth. Throbbing, pulsating cock begging to release all his seed.

His movements were firm and clear, his fist moving so fast that his wrist was hurting, head falling back, mouth agape and eyebrows knitted together. The sound of his movements blended with the clatter of the water, his shoulders raising from time to time because of the heavy breathing, hips bucking against his hand. He wished it was you, the only part he’d seen of you, he desperately wished he was fucking your ass, so, so hard he’d make you whine and cry in pleasure. He imagined the sounds you’d made, and even though he didn’t even know how your voice sounded or how you looked, he already knew that it’d be his new favorite sound.

«Fuck» he groaned, fucking his cock in his hand even harder, moving his hips and meeting his hand halfway. He bit his lower lip, flesh aching and almost bleeding under his teeth, bringing his free hand to his heavy balls and massaging them. His pace fastened even more if it’s possible, his hips were snapping so hard into his hand picturing your ass in its place, he was so close he could taste it. He pictured your body bent over his bed, taking him so nicely, moaning out loud and clenching around his greedy cock, so needy and so damn wet for him.

«God, fuck» he growled, shoving fast into his hand. He wished he knew your face, he’d like to picture you taking his big cock in your lips. He already know they’d look so damn beautiful around his girth, gagging and drooling for him, he’d hold your head still and fuck himself into your pretty lips so good, letting you eat all of his seed.

That, that was what brung him to his apex. Abs contracting and rough breath, muscles tightening and eyes squinting, lips open letting out low groans.

«Fucking hell»

Hot white spatters stained his hand and chest as he rode his orgasm, keep shoving himself into his hand. The water washed away his seed, it disappeared so fast he didn’t even see it, and when he opened his eyes he took some time to catch his breath leaning against the wall behind him.

His mind went blank, for just a little. He couldn’t think of anything else than the idyllic orgasm he just had, just the thought of it made his cheeks flash red.

Then, the thoughts hit him. He didn’t even know your name, and here he was, masturbating over you. He was going to change that.

The second time Jungkook saw you he did  not rush out of his house thirty minutes earlier than he was supposed to. He couldn’t help but ask to himself what was going on with him, he certainly knew he never felt the need to see someone he didn’t even know. God, you didn’t even noticed him. Standing at the doorframe of your rehearsals room, looking at you move your body in such a charming way he swore he never see someone dance like that. Why were you in the last row? You deserved to be in the first one, that wasn’t fair. But, in that way he couldn’t see you, so he stored the information at the back of his mind. When you stopped your movements and you suddenly disappeared into the crowd, he again remembered to himself that he didn’t even know what he was doing.

Come on, was he really going to stand there for about other ten minutes and watch  you dance without doing nothing? He desperately wanted to know how your face looked, by now he could say he had a perfect picture of you in his head. And if he was right, you were probably the best thing he ever seen. 

Just the thought made him lick his lips, taking a deep nervous breath. He needed to talk to you. But what would he say? “Hi, I’ve been watching you dance”? Ew, definitely no. He tried to come up with other possibilities but his mind was totally blank, panic making his way through his thoughts and taking every part of him, leaving him only with sweaty hands and an adam’s apple gulping in his throat.

«Jungkook»

A voice made him turn, his gaze suddenly traveled to his right side.

«Oh, hey» he blurted out, Taehyung was staring at him with an arched eyebrow and inquisitive eyes.

«What were you doing?» the oldest one got closer, his hands in his pockets and a slight smile forming on his lips. Jungkook shook his head.

«Mh- I- waiting» he stuttered. His friend knitted his eyebrows looking at him for just a few seconds, then his gaze met the ballroom in front of them, where Jungkook’s was again scanning bodies, trying to find yours.

«Are you looking for someone?» Teahyung asked, receiving just a shake with his head from the youngest. But he knew better than that, he knew Jungkook well, maybe too much, he couldn’t even try to hide something from him.

When his eyes finally found you again, Teahyung knew it was you, he could just tell by the way he opened his lips, forming a little “oh”, his eyes never leaving your body.

«So you were waiting, uh?» he scoffed.

«Yes?» the maknae wanted to punch himself in the face, that was not supposed to come out as a question.

«Do you know her name?» Taehyung asked. He turned away in the blink of an eye, staring at him with wide eyes. It took him a few seconds to understand he’s been caught, but eventually he decided to just sigh and shake his head again. «Well, I know it» he shrugged like he had just said nothing. Jungkook looked at him with an unreadable expression, trying to understand if what he just heard was real or if he just imagined it. He studied Taehyung’s face like he was some kind of poem, carefully and thoughtfully, wisely looking for a hint to tell him he was just playing with him, but he really seemed serious.

«I can introduce her to you?» he turned to look at him, the youngest was playing with his fingers, eyes staring at the floor, all of his confidence seemed to fade away.

«Why?» he asked.

«What do you mean why?» Taehyung almost laughed at the maknae’s words, and he almost felt guilty. Almost.

«I- I don’t know...» he sighed. Why was he even acting like this? He wanted to talk to you, desperately wanted to know how your face looked like, his imagination was sending him crazy. How did he even ended up like this? He just saw you dance and his mind wasn’t his anymore, constantly wondering about your face. There was just something about you that was making him insanely curious.

«Oh, come on!» unexpectedly, the hyung grabbed him by his arm, making him almost loose his balance while dragging him into the room, taking big steps towards you. No one seemed to notice what was happening externally or inside of Jungkook, heart beating a mad pace, slippy hands like he just dipped them in the water, mind shocked and freaking out attempting to find anything, literally anything that could’ve helped him. Anything would’ve been good, anything for saving him from who knows what his mind was thinking, neither he could understand himself. He never felt more afraid to speak to someone in his life, he swore. Why was he even freaking out? He couldn’t find an answer in those few seconds that divided you from him, and he ended up behind you sooner than he realized. His body instantly tensed.

Teahyung, like the amazing friend he was, tapped your right shoulder, making sure to keep his grip tight on Jungkook’s arm, afraid he would’ve run away at the first opportunity. And he would’ve.

«Yes?» turning, you met the hyung gaze, two deep dark eyes staring at you, breath held in his throat. Damn, you were beautiful.

Oh, God.

That was the first thought that passed Jungkook’s mind when he finally saw your face, all of his fantasies immediately falling to the ground, breaking into a million pieces. He didn’t even know someone that beautiful could exist. His eyes staring at your face like some kind of piece of art. He definitely did not expect you to look like this, he did not see it coming. He thought you were beautiful, but God, not like this.

«Bye» that was the first and last word Taehyung blurted out, finally releasing Jungkook’s arm. Then, he simply walked away, like he did not just leave you two alone, like nothing. You raised your eyebrows, stunned by what just happened looking at the man head to the door and then simply disappear in the hallway. When you realized you were left with someone you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable, shifting your gaze from the corridor to the man in front of you.

In that moment, Jungkook’s heart started beating even faster, if that was possible. His dark doe-eyes stared into yours for a few moments, not even blinking, mouth agape and breath caught in his throat. He looked like he just saw something... something really-

«Am I that ugly?» you blurted out.

When he realized you were actually talking to him, he felt the need to hide, run away, he wanted the earth to open under his feet and engulf him in. His cheeks flashed red, eyes finally starting to blink.

«No I-» his throat was dry, so he swallowed hard and tried to get a little bit of his nerve back.

«I-I just didn’t expect you to be like t-this»

What? Now he really wanted to hide, what the hell was he thinking? Nothing, his mind was totally blank. He didn’t even remember how to create an actually real sentence.

«Sorry?» you asked. Only then, he realized how your voice sounded, definitely lower than he thought. And he loved it.

«Uh- Oh God. I’m sorry»

And that was it, the end of your first conversation. Jungkook looked at your face for just a second more, than his legs did the job for him, he wasn’t even thinking straight, mind totally blown away and panic invading every rational part of him. He simply turned and started running away, disappearing in the hallway just like his friend did a matter of seconds before.

You grimaced, left standing in the rehearsals room, eyes following his tall and muscled figure until you were left with nothing but confusion.

What had just happened?

That was the second time Jungkook saw you.

He was drawing again, eyes fixated on the sheet in front of him, colors over colors over colors, sketches and shapes that apparently didn’t have any meaning. It was just a mess, overlapped lines with circles and circles with blurred shapes that he didn’t even know could exist.

He was desperately trying to take his mind off of what he had done, but it didn’t seem to work.

Probably, he was just taking everything too much to heart, and he knew that. He knew he was making a big deal of something stupid but he couldn’t help the way he was feeling.

Why did he have to act like that? Why did he walk away in that way? You possibly thought he was just some jerk playing around, and only that thought made him clench his jaw. But that was his last problem. Not only he did made you think he was an idiot, but he made you feel uncomfortable without even trying. The words you said and the sound of your voice kept on echoing in his mind like one of those stupid songs you can’t seem to send away.

Were you joking? Probably? Did he really made you think he was looking at you in that way cause you were ugly? God, you were way too far from that for him.

And above all of that, why did he even say something like that?

“I didn’t expect you to be like this”, God, what was he thinking about? And what did you think of that stupid sentence? Jungkook let out a low groan, the thoughts invading his head were making it impossible to focus on the drawing.

What the hell did Taehyung do? He said he was going introduce you to him, why did he left like that?

When Jungkook entered their rehearsal room the hyung simply smiled at him and winked in his way, like he had just made some kind of magic happen between you too. Well, it didn’t happen. Everything was just a fucking mess, and the biggest thing heaving on Jungkook’s shoulders was that that was the first time you ever saw him, the first impression you had about him. Now it was gonna be three times harder for him to even talk to you, let alone make a move on you. Jungkook didn’t even answer Tae’s wink, only wanting to end the rehearsals already and go straight home to drown into sleep. But it was late, and he certainly wasn’t sleeping.

Jungkook huffed letting his pencil hit the wooden table.

Was he going to try to change what happened or was he going to leave everything like that? Sure as hell, he wanted to know you. But he just couldn’t help himself, he never felt more frightened in his life to talk to a girl as now, and that feeling made him feel helplessly under pressure. What was he even going to say if every time he opened his mouth, all that was coming out were awkward words? Your face added to the sound of your voice made him look like a poor moron, and he knew deep inside of him that that was your effect on him. It was going to happen again, he knew it. He needed to find a way to not ridicule himself and not make you uncomfortable every time he opened his mouth.

«What?» Yoongi’s eyes have never been wider than now looking at Jungkook. Now, the maknae was desperately looking for advices, and he knew that Jimin and Yoongi were the right persons for this kind of situation.

«You really did that?» Jimin let his mouth hang open, eyebrows raised.

«Yes» Jungkook sighed «I don’t know what’s wrong with me, God.» Yoongi and Jimin looked at each other, both of their expressions stuttered by what the youngest had just told them. «How can I fix this? I mean I-»

«First, stop dwelling.» Yoongi interrupted his endless rambling, firm tone and eyes pointing directly in his. Jimin nodded. «You’re thinking too much. I mean, do you even think she noticed all of this? Are there any chances she probably already forgot your face?» his words made the maknae feel better for just a bunch of seconds. Maybe you already forgot him. It was a good thing, right?

«You think so?» why did he sound disappointed? Yoongi raised his eyebrows and nodded.

«And if she remembers you, all you need to do is go and talk to her, you can fix this Kookie» Jimin smiled at his friend.

«And say what?» his voice came out louder than he thought, almost breaking in the middle. He was just not that positive. He messed up, and there was something inside him telling him that that was not goin to be the last time.

«Anything?» Jimin made it seem so simple «I mean, anything is better than what you said» he added. Jungkook shook his head. «Sitting here is not gonna fix this» he said again, then taking a sip from his hot coffee.

«I can’t-» his voice suddenly stopped working, his throat holding the words in. His eyes shifted from the wall he was staring to to you, walking into the cafe on your high heels, jeans sticking to your legs like they were handmade just for you, a little bit of messy hair because of the wind running through the streets of the city, hanging from your shoulders. Eyes moving into the cafe like you were desperately looking for something, maybe someone.

«What? It’s her?» Jimin whispered, slightly stretching on the table to get the maknae’s attention. Yoongi simply avoided asking, he knew he wasn’t going to get any answer. So he just turned around looking for your figure in the crowded little shop. When he finally found you, he knew it was you. He had already saw you the other day, and he saw Jungkook’s pants too, but he kept it to himself.

Smirking, he stood up, eventually bringing back Jungkook from his own world. He watched his friend take long steps and cross the room, and his hands started to sweat again, even more than the day before. Yoongi surpassed you just a step before you were in line for the bar, almost making you step on him.

Rude.

Jungkook could already feel himself going crazy, him and Jimin staring at the scene in silence dying to know what Yoongi had in mind. He saw you stretch over his shoulder trying to take a look at the pastry, in the meantime Yoongi stepped towards when another client left the line. Time seemed to slow down for how much it was taking for every single client to order, Jungkook’s agitation growing bigger every second.

When Yoongi’s turn arrived he still couldn’t understand what was going to happen, watching him through the crowd and shifting his gaze from him to you from time to time was definitely not working. He caught Yoongi talking to the employee and a second later he was paying and turning around with who the hell knows what in his big paper cup. Keeping his eyes on the floor and faking distraction, he stepped on your foot and when he raised his head all he did was giving you a shocked look.

Then he did it, making the maknae line wide their eyes like they were four lighthouses, Jungkook literally hold his breath for what it seemed to be like years. His drink was on your clothes, soaking you, your drenched black shirt dripping on the floor. Your face shattered when you realized you were actually soggy, Yoongi gave you an apologetic smile and then he walked out of the cafe as if nothing had just happened. He really hoped Jungkook would understand it was his turn. Well, again, he didn’t. He just stared at you, your face still in shock and your moth forming the shape of an “o”, people surpassing you on the line without even glancing at you. Jimin shook him awake from his trance making him grimace and pushing him from his chair.

«Go, go, go!» he silently screamed moving his hands in the air. “Oh, lord” was all he could think while looking at you standing still and a scared Jungkook walking uncertain.

You stepped to the side when you noticed people kept on surpassing you giving you upset looks since you wouldn’t move from the line, it only took you a few steps to the side to rush into someone. Your shoulder hit his chest and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. It was just not your day.

«I- I’m sorry?» the voice came from beside you, the man standing still against your right shoulder without even moving. What was supposed to be a statement came out as a question and Jungkook wanted to punch himself again. You had to back away to create a little bit of distance before lifting your gaze to him.

When you saw him, it took you nothing to remember him.

«You? Again?» you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You were not this rude usually, you just weren’t that type. But today definitely wasn’t your day. First, someone surpassed you, you just said nothing because you weren’t the type to argue for something so stupid, you even justified him thinking maybe he didn’t notice you. Then he spilled his tea on you, and without even helping you he just ran off as if nothing had happened. Now, him. Was this some kind of joke?

Jungkook couldn’t help but frown at your words, silently and slowly making their way through his body until they reached his intestine and tangled every part of his guts together.

«I- I’m sorry?» he said again. What? You locked eyes with him, cocking a brow at him.

«What are you even sorry for?» you sighed, bending over the table in front of you and grabbing a tissue from the plastic container. He brought his gaze to his friend, eyes still wide and throat completely dried. Jimin showed him a thumb up and suddenly shifted his gaze, in a second he turned around with his cheeks now red. When Jungkook turned again he hissed through his teeth, you did not just caught them and you weren’t staring at him with an even more confused look.

«I- I can buy you some coffee?» he blurted out, his voice cracking in the middle of the question making it almost seem like a prayer. Your lips formed an “o” again, suddenly looking down at your clothes and rushing to clean them with that little tissue. You were just thankful it wasn’t hot, whatever thing it was. Jungkook stood there still like a rock, scared of moving and making everything even worse.

«No, but thank you.» you sighed at the sight of your drenched black shirt, drops on your jeans. What were you going to do now? You had to go to work in thirty minutes, you didn’t have time to go back home and change into something else, your boss was already going crazy with all the work he had to, his reaction at your delay wasn’t something you wanted to experience.

«Please?» Jungkook’s voice seemed to light something in you, lifting your eyes and locking them again with his. That was the moment you really noticed his beauty. And he was just that beautiful. In the meantime, he was really trying not to break out and scream, his tongue was just moving by itself. His mind was totally blank and his hands were so sweaty that they would probably as wet as the shirt you were wearing.

«I don’t have time for coffee now, but thank you.» you declined again, trying to bring a smile on your lips but failing. You sighed and turned, making your way out of the cafe in a matter of seconds. Jungkook stood there with his eyes still wide, watching you walk away and trying to catch just that little bit of air enough to make him survive. It was only when Jimin’s face appeared in front of him that he seemed to realize you weren’t there anymore, and in a second his legs made the work for him again, running out of the cafe like a mad man. What was he even doing? What the hell?

Jimin followed him rolling his eyes, all his hopes that his friend had made it hitting the ground. He had never seen Jungkook like that, not even when he dated that girl he had a crush on for a year. Jungkook had always been charming, he never had that much problems with a girl, there had been times he was more shy, but he had always found a way of breaking his barriers.

This time there was just something different.

When he saw you on the sidewalk his legs fastened even more and he only stopped when he was behind you, quickly grabbing at your wrist and turning you around in an abrupt yank that got Jimin to stuck on place and grimace. He even heard you squint from where he was, and he certainly didn’t miss the smack of your hand on his face once you turned and faced him.

Jungkook’s face heated up, suddenly loosening his grip on your skin and blinking a few times, staring into your eyes, his features unreadable. Silence suddenly seemed to fill the crowded street while you two looked at each other, your face looking regretful the second you realized it was him and not someone who was trying to steal your purse or rape you during full day.

Jungkook was at a loss of words, and when he realized now he had to say something, he panicked again.

«I’m sorry?» that was not happening again, he wanted to scream.

«You’re sorry?» you erupted like a volcano, your arm still in the air even thought his grip was no longer on it. Jungkook’s head slowly shook up and down, gulping harshly.

«What are you sorry for?» your question made him knit his eyebrows. Was it really so hard for him to form a real sentence? The answer was yes. His brain just didn’t seem to work.

«About the coffe?» now, he really wanted to scream and tear his hair out.

He had just scared you and hurt you and all he managed to say was “about the coffee”? What was that even supposed to mean?

«The coffee?» you narrowed your eyes at him, he brung his hand to the back of his neck scratching it.

«The drink?» he said again. For god sake.

«Uh?» you just couldn’t understand. What was he even trying to do? He was sorry? Everything was just so confusing, and if last night you thought just a little bit about what happened yesterday with him, you were sure this was going to be in your head for the rest of the day.

«The drink Yoongi spilled on you?» why was every single one of his sentences a question?

«Who is Yoongi?» you whined without even thinking, but then you grasped it. The rude man was someone he knew. Was something wrong with his friends? First that one yesterday, now this Yoongi.

«Yoongi is-» Jungkook seemed to realize what he had just done and he stopped talking, letting out a tremulous breath. He just told you he knew the man who basically ruined your day. Great job.

«So, are your friends all like this?» you didn’t even know what you were doing, but the stress was just too much to handle at that moment. The man stared at you again, eyes shifting to every feature of your face.

«Uh? Wha- what?» he babbled. Jungkook was loosing it. And Jimin could see it from a block away. He wished he could do something to help him, anything to save the situation, but he just couldn’t. What would he even say, anyway? “Sorry, he just likes you so much that he doesn’t even remember how a normal human acts”? That wasn’t going to work.

«Are you friend with this Yoongi?» you asked. Jungkook nodded slowly, almost uncertain of what he was doing.

«And the one from yesterday was also your friend?» you asked again. This time he frowned, making you narrow your eyes.

«Taehyung?» he wondered, confusion blinking in his eyes.

«I don’t know, maybe? Was it his name? The one that poked me and ran away?» you sighed.

«But he- Oh. I can’t-» Reality hit him, and he had to take a deep breath to stop his dwelling.

«What?»

«I’m- I’m sorry?» there he was again. Was he kidding you? Just when he seemed to know other words, they were there again.

«You already said it, even though it doesn’t seem like you are.» you were really going crazy. Late for work, drenched, without your breakfast and with a charming guy talking nonsense in front of you.

«I am» his voice came out louder than expected, making you unconsciously squint and ward off a little bit.

«Well, thank you, I guess?» you glanced at the sidewalk, then again bringing your gaze to his face. The way the light of the sun hit his eyes made yours stare deep into them, the black pupils and irises almost fading with each other, the little sparkles of the light reflecting in them made them seem like one of the darkest nights, but with the brightest stars you’ve ever seen.

Your mouth ran dry when your gaze met his lips, a soft glow making them look even more captivating, you wondered if he was wearing a lip balm, a part of your mind wondering how it’d taste.

«I’m gonna be late for work» you mumbled. Jungkook shook his head.

«Okay» What? Are you serious, Jungkook? Okay? He visually grimaced at his own words, and for god knows why the corners of your lips raised up just the slightest at his awkwardness.

«I should go now» you gave him a little gentle smile and then turned, finally heading to your car. You had just taken a few steps on the sidewalk across the street when you turned away and realized he was standing still, eyes still fixated on you, but he wasn’t alone anymore. Maybe a friend of his? You hoped he wouldn’t hit you in the head, given the others. You crossed the street again, walking back towards the man and glancing at the ground feeling your cheeks reddening under his sight. 

You stopped a few steps away from him, raising your head and finally facing him. «I’m sorry too» you said, slightly smiling. «You know, for the slap» his lips formed an “o” but he quickly managed to smile, for the first time. And lord, what a smile he had. You swore you never saw something that beautiful. Your breath got stuck in your throat, heart madly beating in your chest, threatening to come out. And you didn’t even noticed, but your smile became a real one, wide and shining with its own light and reaching your eyes. Jungkook’s heart skipped a few beats just at the sight, his legs shaking under his body and a sudden feeling of warmth invading his chest, it was like his guts were back in place.

A drop of rain hit your forehead and in that moment you realized you really had to go, rain wasn’t something you could deal with now, not with your already soaked shirt and your delay. So you just turned again and walked away.

That was the first time you and Jungkook actually spoke to each other, kind of, I guess you could say.

«Didn’t you two talk?» Yoongi asked running a hand in his blonde locks. There they were again, but this time, thankfully Jungkook would say, they were in his house. He really didn’t know how to handle another one of his friends’ mishaps in your presence, not that he would’ve met you anyway, but here he felt more comfortable. It was normal for them to meet at someone’s place on a Friday night, it’s something they’ve always been doing for a long time that now it was like a tradition. Every Friday they would met and talk, even though they’ve been seeing each other almost every day. And now, it was no difference. Or maybe just one. You. Jungkook wasn’t talking about how much he was excited to perform or how much he loved the new choreography, he was talking about how embarrassing that moment was. Wait, those moments. Thanks to Taehyung, Yoongi and himself, now he had collected a few moments that really made everything seem awkward.

«We did but...» he groaned «Why did you have to spill your drink on her?»

«For you to go help her?» Yoongi made it seem so simple.

«How could I have helped her with her soaked shirt? She had to go to work and you ruined her morning. And if it wasn’t enough now she knows I know you! And you!» Jungkook’s voice cracked in the middle while pointing his accusing index finger towards Yoongi and Taehyung.

«What? How?» Yoongi couldn’t believe his ears. He gave him a chance and he let it slip through his hands like it was a cool chunk of ice.

«He told her» Jimin got in the conversation briefly glancing at his youngest friend. Jungkook was really going crazy.

«And? What’s the end? Tell me you got her number?» Jin rested his forearms on his knees, waiting for an answer that just wasn’t meant to come out.

«You don’t even know her name, do you?» the maknae brung is gaze to Taehyung, his dark eyes almost seemed to surrender in front of all the mess of the situation. The friend sighed, guilt already invading his throat. When he pushed Jungkook in that situation, he thought he was gonna handle it, to him he just needed a little bit of motivation. He didn’t think it would’ve ended like this. He shook his head.

«Great.» Jungkook stood up, unreadable features and body tense.

«But at the end it was good, she smiled at you» Jimin helplessly tried to bring back a little bit of positivity.

«Yes, after I made everything uncomfortable and awkward. How am I even supposed to make a move after what happened? First Teahyung, then Yoongi. Then me!» he bursted out. «The first time was already hideous, but this? I hurt her, let her know that basically all my friends are weird and when she said “I’m gonna be late for work” my answer was “okay”. Who am I even kidding? I-»

«Oh, come on!» Joonie decided to open his mouth, his loud tone made Jungkook shut up, everyone now looking at him. «This is all in your head, Kookie. Stop it. You need to take a deep breath and face this in a different way. Clearly, shutting your mind off and letting your body do the work it’s not what you need.» he raised his eyebrows at him. Jungkook had started pacing, he really wanted to fix things, but every time it seemed to get worse and worse and worse and... worse.

«It’s so frustrating, I swear! It never happened to me, never. I can’t control it, my brain just doesn’t work when I’m with her» he groaned locking his dark locks in his fist and pulling a little.

«Oh, cheesy» Hobi wrinkled his nose receiving in exchange a death stare from Jungkook.

«So you don’t even know her name?» Jin seemed to realize his words only now, eyes wide and moth hanging open. Jungkook clenched his jaw before letting his body falling to the couch. Not even the soft material of the cushions seemed to make him feel better, not even the slightest.

«I don’t know her name» he answered, saying those words more to himself than to his hyung. All of this seemed so stupid.

«Then start from it. Give to this beautiful woman a beautiful name, you can’t keep rambling about someone for about an hour without even knowing their name.» Namjoon’s tone was firm, making its way through the maknae’s ears, his words seemed like playing with him. He was right, he didn’t even knew your name, how the hell was that possible? He had the biggest crush and didn’t know the basics.

What Jungkook didn’t know and never could imagine was that you were thinking about him in the same moment as he was talking about you to his friends. What happened that morning was still replaying in your mind like a short film, from the moment that Yoongi spilled what you figured out was tea on your clothes to the moment you headed to your car. There was something about that awkward meeting that you just couldn’t seem to shake off. That man was so awkward and charming at the same time that the match sounded both weird and interesting.

Still, you couldn’t hide your annoyance towards him that morning. You couldn’t quite discern if he was just playing with you or if there was a meaning behind his actions and words, I mean, he apologized for his friend so much but he didn’t really act different than him, he yanked you. And apparently without any meaning. He already apologized for Yoongi before, so why follow someone you don’t even know to do it again?

Remembering your slap against his cheek you unconsciously squint your eyes, drowning in the dark. You really wouldn’t have punched him if you knew it was him, but the moment you felt someone’s touch against your skin you panicked. Not that he didn’t deserve it, well, actually he didn’t, but you don’t usually punch people like that, you really thought someone wanted to steal your purse or rape you, You puffed.

You just wished to not bump into him or his friends again, or at least to not be the main character of their misfortunes again.

Summer was finally coming to an end, and with the end of a season comes the beginning of a new wardrobe, at least for you. You already had clothes for the imminent autumn but with all the money you had saved you could squander a little bit and reward yourself, you worked hard and didn’t even leave for the holidays this year, sad but true. So now you were lowly humming in the street without even realizing it, the music invading all of your senses, the melody taking control of your body like it was made of a thin sheet of glass that could be broken anytime with the slightest pressure.

You entered the shop and removed an earphone, slowly making your way through the crowd and getting ready to buy something as a reward for all of your sacrifices. The sight of the soft fabric of a white dress made your eyes sparkle and your feet started moving towards the mannequin like they were apart from your body, bringing your hand to the cloth you touched the smooth material.

There was no way you were not buying it.

The shape seemed perfect for your body, you could already see yourself wearing it so you were quick to cross the room, ready to grab your hanger. Apparently, not quick enough, but you didn’t notice right away.

Looking through the dresses for your size made you frown, everyone of them either too big or too small. You were almost giving up when your gaze met the tag you were looking for, eyes widening and happiness already creeping up in your body.

Then, a hand came in the way. You watched it grab the crutch, dark ink marking the light golden skin, long fingers closing around the hook. Your breath got stuck in your throat and you really felt all your hopes falling to the ground now. Sure you were not gonna argue with whoever just took away your dream dress, you didn’t even have the right to do it, you should have been quicker before rather than staring at it with dreamy eyes. You were already starting to turn and look for something else with a knot in your throat but you couldn’t help your eyes and followed the arm of the stranger, the skin almost glowing under the light of the shop. You met two broad shoulders, the cleavage of the light shirt he was wearing showing his collar bones and making your fingers tingle at the sight, but if you knew who was waiting for you at the end of that neck you would have already ran away.

The previous night after his friends left Jungkook had spent at least three hours trying to find a way to make a third impression on you, if that was possible, this time preferably good, and he figured out nothing. Eventually he felt asleep all tensed and annoyed, remembering the next morning he had to buy something for Namjoon’s birthday coming in exactly two weeks.

When he woke up today and headed to the shop three blocks away from his house he did not expect to find you there. From the moment he saw you at least a hundred of different emotions had run through his body, starting from worship and ending up with panic, but this time his mind didn’t switch off, or maybe not at all. Listlessly choosing something for Namjoon, Jungkook came up with a plan, and it was apparently clear: buy you a dress and give it to you as both a present and an apology for everything that happened the day before, from Yoongi’s drink on you to the way he kept on making things awkward, and maybe finally ask you out.

So when he saw you staring at that dress with dreamy eyes he instantly walked towards its reproductions, sure as hell that now he had something to work with in his hands. But it was only when you approached the same counter as him that he realized he didn’t have any clue about your clothing size. I mean, he could have guessed it, but it wouldn’t have been the same. He was supposed to ask you and tell you something like “let me offer this to you for making up for yesterday’s mess” and “would you like to hang out sometimes?” but when he tried to speak his voice got stuck in his throat, his hands badly sweating. So he tried to understand what you were looking for, careful not to get caught, and possibly keeping it in mind for buying you something else, and it all worked until he saw your eyes full of that joyful light again. In that moment, his heart skipped a beat as he understood you had found what you wanted.

As I said, this time his brain didn’t stop working, he knew he couldn’t grab the dress practically from your hands, that would’ve been the worst third impression of all times. He just needed to remember the measures printed on that little tag and look for something else. He knew but his hands moved by themselves and Jungkook felt himself stiffening again.

When you locked eyes with him you couldn’t help but snort. What was going on with the universe? You were sure you didn’t do anything that bad to deserve this. And why was he involved in all of your misadventures? Him, him, him, him and him again, couldn’t at least the gods send someone else once in a while to punish you? The fact that it was him made the knot in your throat grow even bigger and you instantly felt a flame of anger burning in your chest. If he was someone else you would’ve probably let go, but not with him and not when he was holding the dress you wanted to buy after long days and late nights of work, stress and a little bit of panic too.

So you did the first thing that came to your mind, you grabbed at the hanger he was holding in his other hand and immediately walked away leaving him with his mouth agape and his gaze digging holes in your body.

You turned the corner and went straight to the changing room, desperately trying to keep yourself from bursting out in the middle of the shop. You closed the curtain behind you and finally took a look at what you were holding. A men’s hoodie. You were going to buy it, wether you liked it or not. Not a big deal, you already had men’s clothes in your wardrobe, right?

Taking a deep breath you sat on the little couch in the fitting room, you were really starting to think he was playing with you. That had to be it. He was just enjoying himself, having fun with making you feel like an idiot. Unintentionally, some tears streamed down you cheeks, all the accumulated stress from work and from the rehearsals you were having almost every day, all the sleepless nights you had in the last three months trying to save money, some days even working your ass off until the first lights of the morning would appear, all the times you felt like you didn’t belong; everything was coming out in the shape of little drops. You hadn’t been crying for a long time and stopping now seemed like light years away, so you got up and went out of the dressing room heading to the checkout without even glancing around.

Jungkook was still in the same place you had left him, and when he saw your cheeks sparkling just in time before you could wipe the tears away he knew it wasn’t because of the sweat this time. His heart broke, features screaming nothing but regret. If only you had turned around you would have seen it even from there.

But instead, you paid your new hoodie and went out, ready to burst out once again you’d be surrounded by the safe walls of your apartment.

«God, I can’t believe it» Jungkook groaned again for about the tenth time since the beginning of the phone call.

Jimin and Namjoon had been meticulously chosen for today’s vent, and this time he was sure he had something real to ramble on about, it wasn’t all in his head anymore. He had made you cry.

«It was the worst third impression of all times! My plan was good, damn, why do I have to be like this around her? Every single time, it happens every damn time» he hissed through his teeth. On the other line, Jimin was staring at his white ceiling with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed, trying to help his friend as best as he could, but he knew there was nothing he could do. Jungkook had to fix this, again. And Namjoon felt the same way as he took a sip of his coffee, his hair still messy from the long sleep he had just awakened from.

«I know you don’t need to hear it, but you’re the worst suitor on earth» he blurted out rubbing his face with his hands. «How can you expect to be more to her than an awkward weirdo if you can’t even talk or act normally in her presence? At least did you get her name?» Namjoon knew his words were doing nothing but emphasizing the horrible situation but he just couldn’t contain himself anymore. Jungkook didn’t need to be pitied, it would have led him nowhere. The maknae grunted in frustration. That was the only answer Joonie needed.

«Stop everything you’re doing» his words made Jungkook frown.

«What?»

«I said stop everything you’re doing» he repeated again, then taking another sip from his coffee. The youngest stared at the screen in disbelief.

«I am doing nothing!» his high-pitched tone made Jimin squint his eyes.

«Okay, then come to my place for lunch and bring that freaking dress with you» he ordered, now getting up and putting his mug in the sink.

«Can I-»

«Yes, Jimin, no need to ask» the hyung interrupted his friend already expecting his question.

«I’m gonna shower, but please be careful with that dress Kook» Namjoon’s tone softened and his words almost sounded like a prayer, Jungkook couldn’t help but glance at the piece of cloth laying on his couch with a worried face. That was not the right place for it.

«Okay, I got it, I got it» he said more to himself than to his friend.

«See you later» Namjoon got off the phone in a second, already on his way to the bathroom.

«Kookie, I know you can do it, okay? We can’t do more than what we are already doing, we can’t fix this for you, you have to fix it. But we’re here to support you.» Jimin’s words gave birth to a bittersweet smile on Jungkook’s face and he internally thanked God for his friends.

«Thank you Chimin»

They talked for another ten minutes before finally getting off the phone, Kookie’s eyes shifting again to what was supposed to be your dress now and shutting down.

He needed to fix this, again.

«So?» Jimin patted his fingers on the wooden table moving his gaze between his three friends. Unexpectedly Taehyung had knocked on Namjoon’s door just before they were about to sit down and have lunch with an expression that promised nothing but bad news.

«I wanted to buy you something for making up for what happened yesterday and the day before, but apparently I screwed up again. This is for you.» Jungkook repeated for the fourth time, then reached his hand out on the table, his chopsticks holding an amount of chicken noodles not even possible to put in his mouth. Namjoon opened his all of a sudden and gobbled them in just one gulp, making Jungkook frown.

«You just ate her dress!» Jimin bursted out laughing at the scene in front of his eyes, the corners wrinkling, his melodious laugh even took over Taehyng’s brooding face, the hyung smiled like a baby.

«I’m hungry and it was the third time he was doing that! He practically saw it coming!» he claimed, already taking with his chopsticks another amount of inhumanly impossible food to eat.

«You have yours!» the maknae tried to sound as serious as he could but his smile fooled him.

«Don’t bother me, I’m feeding you and giving you advices, this is the least you could do in return.» he mocked him with a new beaming smile on his face, Kook shook his head and took a bite of his meal.

«I think it could work?» Jimin brung the conversation back to where it was supposed to be, glancing at Tae and Joonie.

«Just try to stick to that» Taehyung said nodding «and don’t forget to breathe. And please, don’t panic again.» he added. Kookie nodded, this time had to be good. «You think you can do that?»

«I have to» he sighed, already feeling under pressure. Jimin and Namjoon smiled at him, trying to reassure him.

«Alright, now Taehyung could you tell us what’s wrong?» the hyung suddenly shifted his gaze to the other maknae seated next to Kook, who raised his eyebrows and shook his head faking a smile. «Come on, we can see it. Tell your favorite therapists what’s wrong and let us help you.» Jimin nodded at his words.

«Alright, I...» Taehyung took a deep breath, his long slender fingers ran through his hair and fisted a dark strand, slightly tugging it.

«Oh my God, this is so hard to say out loud» he groaned. Now, if there was a tiny possibility that they’re friends weren’t worried about him, his words certainly did their job.

«TaeTae, come on» Jimin widened his eyes.

«Alright. Do you all remember Gillyflower?» his words only brung more confusion to their faces. «The girl with pink hair?» he tried again, and this time a bunch of “ooh” and “yes” made him nod. He took another deep breath. 

«Well, I asked her out and she was about to answer when Tannie suddenly started barking and puling at the leash. I tried to mke him stop but he kept getting worse to the point he yanked me. I- I stumbled and trying to grab onto something I...» he harshly gulped, silence invaded the room.

«What did you do? It can’t be worse than what I did, right?» Jungkook’s doe-eyes were staring at his friend’s face trying to catch a hint of his actions.

«I don’t know, it’s the first time something like this awkward happens between of us, but it’s just...» he puffed letting his shoulders fall and then again shaking his head.

«What?» Namjoon were desperate to know now.

«I groped her breasts. But I was just trying to hold onto something and- Oh my God this is the worst thing I could have ever done» he groaned and hid his face behind his hands trying to cover his cheeks flashing red. Jungkook’s eyes considerably widened, Jimin’s lips formed the perfect shape of an “o” and Joonie shut his eyes , almost forgetting how to swallow. Almost.

«What did you do after that? Tell me you apologized, tell me you did it?» Chimin’s gaze was basically begging him.

«Of course I did, but I was still shocked and... I may have left my hands on her for too much time» his voice was muffled by his hands, still covering his reddish face.

«Oh, God» Jimin let out, tilting his head back. «What the hell is happening to us?» he whined, earning a death stare from Namjoon.

«You mean what the hell is happening to you? This things don’t happen to me, luckily.» he stated.

«Oh, please Joon, your face is dirty for all the eggs you have on it. You know you have your bag stuffed with blunders» Jimin whined again and Namjoon pointed his index towards him.

«That wasn’t supposed to come out!» he argued.

«It didn’t! But I’ll blurt out all of your secrets if you don’t admit you can be a weirdo too!» the hyung puffed.

«Please, everyone knows I’m an oddball, there’s no need to argue on that. But my blunders are far beneath theirs!» he pointed at Jungkook and Teahyung the youngest was now trying not burst out laughing for his high-pitched tone. Jimin groaned.

«What was her answer?» Jungkook asked, carefully looking at TaeTae. He gulped.

«She started laughing and I apologized myself again before entering home. I thought she was making fun of me but I realized it was an uncomfortable laugh just after I shut the door. Now every time I see her in the hallway I hide behind the corners and avoid her. She must think I’m an idiot.» Teahyung’s words made Jungkook feel slightly better, maybe it was selfish but he felt less lonely.

«You need to talk to her» Namjoon mumbled with his mouth stuffed of noodles.

«We’ll make up a speech for you too after lunch, alright?» Tae shook his head.

«No need for it, I can handle it. I think» he sighed for the hundredth time.

The Sunday that followed got Jungkook incredibly frustrated. In two days it was gonna be his birthday and he and his friends had all agreed to take a day off from the devastating rehearsals to celebrate it together, so now there he was,  meticulously watching his figure dancing in the mirror. He hadn’t slept well and his eyes were praying for just a bunch of minutes of rest, body already tired only after an hour of movement. When the music stopped he thanked Jin with a grateful smile before approaching the bench on the side of the room to grab his towel and gather his sweat.

«I think this-»

«Kookie!» Jimin shouted with his eyes wide, his voice echoed in every single corner of the room and in a second Jungkook realized why. He didn’t really do it, please.He let his hand fall at his side, and yes, there it was. Your dress in his hand, now moist and clammy.

His voice burst in the loudest tone he’ve ever used: «Who the hell pulled it out of my bag?!»

The group immediately got closer to take a look at what he was talking about, Namjoon and Taehyung held their breath when the maknae opened the folded cloth revealing the white peace of dressing he had carefully putted in his bag just in case he’d met you here, even though it was quite impossible being Sunday.

«Oh my God, I thought it was a towel and-» Jin started explain himself but got interrupted again by Jungkook’s low groan.

«I am screwed, I give up.» his chest swelled like a balloon and his shoulder raised almost to his ears just to heavily fall a second later. «If this isn’t fate then I don’t know what it is» he complained letting his body go limp after he seated on the bench. And as if what had just happened wasn’t enough his eyes caught your figure in the hallway, your body managing to move graciously on your high heels even though at a speed that seemed almost impossible for you not to fall, your hair swinging with every step.

«Bad luck?» Hobi kneeled in front of him and Jungkook scoffed, shifting his gaze on his muscled legs once you disappeared behind the corner, his dark locks creating a curtain to hide him from the rest of the world while he rested his elbows on his knees.

«Bad luck? This is a tragedy. And not just because of the dress. Everything I did until now is a tragedy. This is just the cherry on top of it all. Maybe this is just not meant to happen and that’s why I keep messing things up.» he grumbled with raspy voice. And he really believed that for a moment, maybe he was right. Everything, every single thing he had done so far had just messed things up more, even though he was desperately trying to do the opposite. He still didn’t know your name but had however already managed to made you feel uncomfortable, hurt you and made you cry. What a charming suitor he was. At this point he could’ve-

«If thinking about it like this makes you feel better.» Namjoon spoke with his gaze on the maknae. He licked his lips and waited for Kookie to raise his head, but it didn’t happen. «You don’t have the dress, who cares? It’s a peace of cloth, Kook. Your apologies are more important and you still have your speech. You can do it.» he kneeled in front of him beside Hobi, finally catching his gaze. What he didn’t expect was to actually find his eyes shining because of the stressed tears he was desperate to hold.

«He’s right, Kookie. Come on, you’re the golden maknae. And if it goes wrong we’ll have finally found something you’re not good at» Jin smiled at his youngest friend, his words made him lightly giggle, Yoongi nudged him.

«Just try again, okay?» Hobi smiled at him and Jungkook had to take a few moments for himself to finally answer.

Probably, no, wait, sure as hell the easiest thing was to give up. You already had a clear picture of him by now, there was no way you were changing your mind with just an apology. He had already apologized for at least five times the other day, and he had made you cry the day right after. So the possible answers now were two: yes or no. Such a big difference between them but such a thin line for him, especially now that he had lost the only thing that maybe would’ve helped him. He didn’t want lie to himself, he knew it was easier to give up and go back to being a normal acting human, not embarrassing himself anymore and feeling like an idiot all the time. But it was too easy like that, and just the thought made him frown. He couldn’t explain what it was to himself, but there was something about you that made him fatally, hopelessly curious. Since the very first moment he saw you, something turned on inside him, and I’m not just talking about his cock.

«Okay» he whispered to himself, the air of his breath fanning the golden skin of his hands. He took a deep breath and stood up.

«What?» Yoongi asked looking at him. Jungkook nodded.

«Okay, but you promise me you won’t do anything?» he pointed his finger against Yoongi’s face and then moved it back and forth pointing at everyone of them. When they all nodded Jungkook knew it was the moment to leave the room. 

Jimin pursued his lips when he saw him walking towards the door and quickly sided him. «Wait, you’re doing it now? Is she here? It’s Sunday!» he spoke so fast and his tone changed so many times that Kook turned to face him with an amused smile, almost forgetting about what he was about to do. «Do you remember the speech?» he asked again. When Kookie nodded and finally left the room Chimin stayed still with his gaze on him, acting like a mummy leaving her little child for the first time to the kindergarten.

«He can do it» Yoongi patted his shoulder.

You weren’t supposed to be there, not on a Sunday morning when all you wanted to do was drown in your bed and never let go of your sheets without the clock pointing at least at eleven. But you didn’t have any choice when you realized what day it was. It wasn’t just an usual Sunday, your family was coming at your place for lunch in about two hours from now, and you had promised them to cook something special, or at least to try your best. You were already feeling under pressure and your parents weren’t exactly the definition of easy-going people, always ready to judge everything you would do and every step you’d take. No wonder why you’ve grown to be their total opposite, never daring to judge anyone, and you knew they hated it. But you didn’t care and kept doing your thing, without worrying too much. Luckily, distance had made everything so much easier, until this kind of moments. The stress was running through your blood like it was part of your body, you were practically on the edge. You really didn’t want to hear them complaining about your stupid passion and how you should stop chasing your dreams just to find an even more steady job than the one you already had, so you had quickly decided to bring your gym bag here. You had grabbed everything you could find in your house that could have led their thoughts to your athletic side and just stuffed all in the bag now hanging from your shoulder, from your pointe shoes to your sweat shorts.

The lockers were safe and you knew it because you had already done this at least five or six times, so you simply opened the steel door and placed your bag in it with loose motions before shutting it and locking it with you keys. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. The stress of your job, the rehearsals, all the money you wanted to save to buy your house and what happened in the last days were hovering on your mind so much that you knew you would have bursted out if you had to worry about your parents too. So this was the easiest way.

Heading to the door you fastened you pace until you got out, the sun made your skin burn and you harshly puffed, already wishing the winter to come.

At the same time, Jungkook was looking for you in the whole building, he even took the stairs and went to second floor once he figured out you weren’t in your usual rehearsal room. He thought you’d be in the changing rooms but he couldn’t afford himself to the risk of finding you half naked, even though the picture of you he had in mind was making his mouth drier every second more while taking the stairs again. It was when he distractedly looked out of the window that he saw you crossing the street. His feet never ran faster than that moment, praying for you to stay on the main street so that he’d found you more easily. He crossed the hallway and made his friend’s heads turn when he rushed in front of their door, that stupid speech replaying in his head over and over again like a prayer.

«Oh man» Namjoon covered his eyes with his right hand at the sight.

Once the maknae was out of the building he welcomed the light of the sun by squinting his eyes, his already sweating body heated up even more while desperately trying to get to you. The street was not that crowded at this time of the morning with the sun almost at his highest spot and the hot breeze threatening whoever was out, so he thought he could make it. Then, he saw you stopping on the sidewalk. Maybe you noticed him? Impossible.

A second later you were opening the door of a taxi and he didn’t know if rather laugh about his bad luck or cry. He could’ve just let go and talk to you the next day, you were definitely going to rehearsal on Monday, or maybe even on Tuesday. But it’s Jungkook we’re talking about, and by now we all know a part of his brain seemed to switch off when it comes to you. Or maybe this time, it turned on. The stress he felt those days had built up so much that he just wanted to burst out once and for all. He was tired of dwelling about his clumsiness and weirdness when he was beside you and didn’t want to feel guilty for making you feel uncomfortable anymore. So he sped up, his legs almost gave in for the big gap he wanted to close in a matter of seconds. 

But he made it. He knocked at your window with his fist, hands sweating and chest raising desperately gasping for air. When you turned and squinted your eyes because of the light of the sun he again swore he had never seen something, someone that beautiful in his life, the rays of sunshine painting little sparkling stars in your pupils and your skin gleaming.

You knitted your eyebrows at the sight, the charming but odd man staring at you as if he had just seen who knows what. What did he want now? You didn’t have time for his teasing, not with all of the things you had to do before the hurricane that your parents were would show up and take over you for the next hours.

«Please» he managed to say, or at least he mouthed it, and a part of him thanked your shut window for not giving him away, but just a little part. If hearing the lack of his voice would’ve made you listen then he would’ve talked with his hands.

With everything he did he was not really expecting you to listen to him, not when he was making things awkward once again, not in this situation. He was hoping it with all of his heart, but he knew it was not going to happen. Indeed, it didn’t happen.

The taxi started and you fixated your gaze on the street without a second thought, already brushing away the weird feeling that his gaze made you feel. You checked your phone screen: 11.34. Great. You were praying every god in heaven to save you from your parents’ likely early arrive when a thump made you both frown and hit the backrest with your head harshly enough to wince. You realized your taxi just hit the one in front of him in a second. Someone was definitely mad at you.

That was Jungkook’s moment. He widened his eyes at the sight and rushed on the sidewalk before he quickly approached your cab. His heart was beating so fast that for a moment he feared for his life. He opened your door without a second thought, you were hissing through your breath, eyes shut and pursued lips. While he took in the sight you felt a gentle hot breeze on your skin. Opening your eyes you gasped when you saw him standing there. Definitely really, really mad.

«I can’t do this» you bursted out loud, more to yourself than to the men that now were both staring at you.

«It’ll only take ten minutes» the cab driver gently smiled at you. The poor man then brung his gaze to the other standing at your door, holding it so tight with his hand that his knuckles were white. You tried to fake a smile as best as you could.

«I’m sorry but I’m running out of time, I’m gonna make it on foot.» you claimed. Before waiting for any answer you shifted your gaze back to the man who was blocking you into the car, his body stiff and not giving you hits of movement. You waited for something, anything, but he just kept staring at you making you feel like a fish out of water and you didn’t have time to deal with his awkward behavior now, you were really late. So you stood up anyway, almost stepping on his toes, and you held your breath while making your way through his body and the car. The way he kept his dark doe-eyes into yours without any sign of backing off made you shiver.

Jungkook harshly gulped when your body slightly touched his, his skin tickled at the feeling, the lightest of touches creating the strongest of the addictions. «I- I can give you a- a ride?» he stuttered, finally removing his hands from the door of the car. You started walking without even turning at his words, too much overwhelmed by the awful morning you were having. Kook was staring at you still in the same place as before, mouth agape and eyes sparkling at the way you were moving your hips, but when he realized you were already on the sidewalk he forced himself to follow you.

«I’ll give you a ride?» why did he keep doing that? That was supposed to sound more sure, more like a statement maybe? You snorted.

«Please, stop it» his presence beside made you even more nervous, what did he want? Why was he doing that again?

«I- I can drive, I can ride you-» what the hell was that? God, he kept making things worse without even trying. Your face immediately shot up, eyebrows knitted together and blood boiling in your veins.

«What I meant is-» he stopped talking again, his feet did the same and for a moment he considered letting you walk away and just give up. With how fast you were walking you were already disappearing into the crowd. But he sided you again.

«Look, I don’t have time for your teasing now, you can do it tomorrow.» you didn’t need to shift your gaze from the sidewalk to know that he was again there.

«What? I- No, I want to do it now!»

Did he really said that? Turn on your damn brain, Jungkook.

You rolled your eyes. «I can’t belie-»

«Can I just give you a ride?» he suddenly blocked your way with his body, arms outstretched and dark eyes praying yours. «Not in that way» he added, desperately trying to fix his stupid mistakes.

You couldn’t understand what the hell he was doing, standing there in front of you, in the middle of the crowd, praying to give you a ride after everything that he had done in just... three times you met? 

«No.» you shook your head and quickly got over him. «In both ways» you added, slightly smirking at yourself for your words. Jungkook sneered too, following you again like a puppy.

«You’d get there faster, please. Just- just a ride?» his continue pleads made you whine and stopping your steps you turned to face him, realizing just now how much he was taller than you.

«I don’t even know your name» you stated, ready to claim your victory. Jungkook let his mouth fall agape while looking at you standing so close to him, not that it was that close, but the rays of the sun were making everything too much to handle for him.

«Jeon Jun- Jungkook?» he managed to say, to ask, voice cracking in the middle.

«You don’t sound so sure of that» strangely, you smirked. Jungkook’s heart almost stopped right there and then.

«I’m Jungkook» he repeated trying as best as he could to smile without showing his nerves on the edge. You took in the sight squinting your eyes at him.

«Okay, Jungkook. I still don’t know you, so the answer is still no» you smiled at him and were about to start walking again but he got in the way a second time. His brain panicked again when he realized he had to say something now, eyes widened and throat dry. Mind blank, totally blank.

«I wanted to buy you something for making up for what happened yesterday and the day before- oh, shit not yesterday. I mean, yesterday and the day before but the day before that too.» he lowly groaned and shut his eyes, already feeling his face heating up. He watched your features change from annoyance to curiosity and then slightly smirking, but he couldn’t quite define if you were just having fun seeing him struggle or if you were actually smiling for his words.

You can do this, Jungkook. You can do this. Just go on.

«Apparently I screwed up again. This is for you.» the only sentence he wasn’t supposed to say came out like it had its own life and the maknae’s eyes widened even more while staring at your unreadable expression.

«So?» you asked folding your arms.

«I- i can’t- oh God» Jungkook wanted the earth to swallow him in. The embarrassment was eating him alive. «I can’t give it to you» he blurted out without even trying anymore to contain his voice.

«Jungkook, I really, really, don’t have the time to deal with this now. My parents are coming over for lunch and I still have to cook, they’re gonna start a-» you started blabbering but stopped when you figured out you were saying too much. «I don’t have time.»

«I can cook.» he claimed «I can cook, I’m- I’m good at it and I’m fast» His face has never been more red than in that moment, not even when he asked her first crush ever out. Never than when he was with you.

«What are you trying to say?» you sighed, again checking your phone, the bold characters of the time made you whine.

«I can- help you with the lunch?» he tried again.«You can trust me. I swear- my friend is a chef. He-»

«Are you serious?» you interrupted his endless speech with a hint in your voice that neither the both of you quite get. Your question didn’t sound like an annoyed one, it sounded more like... Surprised? Kinda. Desperate? Oh, hell yes.

Jungkook nodded, and in a second your wheels brain worked like crazy. It was almost 12.00 and you knew that your parents wouldn’t arrive at the established time, they were probably already in the car looking forward to the moment you were going to open the door and ready to start complaining about how late you were for everything, how your life wasn’t good for you, how you should’ve been more like them. No, you weren’t playing they’re game, not today.

Going to your apartment now would’ve meant arrive in twenty minutes, then you had to make sure everything was in place and absolutely remember to lock your bedroom, your mother had this weird habit to always pry and snoop in your drawers as if you were still a teenager, you hated it. You had to cook and set the table too.

Oh, lord. You couldn’t believe you were really thinking about this.

«I’m Y/N» you sighed, locking eyes with Jungkook. The information you had just given him seemed to make his features even more shocked. 

Y/N, he repeated to himself, finally having a name for your breathtaking face. You had really told him? After all he had done so far?

«Are you really serious? Cause please, I don’t really have time for your teasing.» now it was you the one almost begging.

Jungkook’s eyes widened so much that they almost fell out as he forced himself to nod. «Yes, I- I’m serious. I can help you?» his voice was shaking.

«If you promise your friend won’t set fire to my kitchen?»

Jungkook’s features lost all their hope in a blink hearing your words. He really thought you were letting him in your place to help you considering all the awkwardness between you two? Well, he hoped it. It would’ve been a good way to prove you he wasn’t a jerk and maybe get to know you a little better. It wasn’t fair to be that much head over heels for someone you don’t even know. But that thought vanished in an instant. It took him a few seconds to understand he had to call Jin.

Please, please. He hoped the rehearsals were over and that he had already taken a shower.

«I promise, I swear he won’t do it» Jungkook’s sweaty hands went in his pockets and grabbed the phone. «I- I’ll call him»

You let yourself sigh when he brung the phone to his ear. This was all too overwhelming, the nervousness was eating you alive and the fact that now you had to worry about his friend too made you hold another sigh. Please, tell me he’s not teasing me again. This was your prayer, the words echoing through your mind like a mantra while the man talked to his phone taking a few steps to distance himself from you.

«Jin, please. You own me this for the dress. And I promise I- I will do whatever you want me to do. Just, please do this for me» he prayed lowering his voice and staring at you.

«You’re lucky I just changed. Alright.» Jin nodded on the other side of the line, everyone was staring at him waiting to know what happened.

«Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you» 

«I know, how can’t someone love me?» he scoffed «Where are you?»

«A few block away from the studio, in front of the crossroad, but please hurry up. Really, she’s running out of time»

«Alright, alright. I’m on my way. Don’t say or do awkward things.» that was the last sentence he left him with.

Jungkook stared at you for a little bit before putting his phone back in his pockets, studying the way you were biting your lips and snorting from time to time, fingers playing with each other in nervous movements. He couldn’t help but ask himself why you were so nervous. Your parents were coming over, shouldn’t you be happy to spend some time with your family?

You were desperate, totally overwhelmed from your parents’s judgement, still thinking about their faces when they would see you hired a chief just for a stupid lunch. “Couldn’t you do this on your own?”, “This is ridiculous.”, their voices were already playing in your mind.

You turned to look at Jungkook, his gaze immediately leaving your face and his cheeks flashing red. You approached him in a second.

«He’s coming» he let out a deep breath, and so did you. You didn’t have to worry about lunch anymore, thanks God. «I- why... Can I ask you why are you so nerv- nervous?» his question made your mouth fall agape. Was it that obvious? 

«I’m not»

«Oh» he puffed «O-okay. I’m sorry» you frowned.

«Why do you keep saying that?» Jungkook gulped harshly.

«I- I shouldn’t have asked.» and now he was looking like a puppy for the first time in front of your eyes. For a moment he didn’t seem the charming awkward man that had made you feel uncomfortable anymore. The silence filled the air even though the streets were chaotic. 

Seeing him like that made you speak: «You won’t tease?»

«Wha-What? Why?» Kook thought the conversation was already over, so when you asked him he really didn’t had his brain working. «I mean, why should I t-tease you?» doe-eyes staring directly into yours.

«You always do it» you shrugged. In that moment, Jungkook really felt awful. You really thought all he had done was because he was teasing you?

«I don’t»

«Yes, you do»

«No, I don’t» his voice sounded firm for the first time. Your eyes left his.

«Then this is you? You usually act like... you acted yesterday? And the day before? And the-»

«No, I- I don’t» he sighed «but I’m not teasing you. I never wanted to?»

«Why are you asking me?»

«I’m not! It’s just-» he let the sentence disappear like a speck of dust blown off by the window. «I won’t tease» his voice made you look back into his eyes and the silence filled the space between you two again, your face lost his brightness.

«My parents are not easy-going people. It’s just that.» Jungkook raised his eyebrows.

«Yes, but a chief?» he let out without even thinking, the second he saw your features changing he wanted to slap himself.

«I know, it’s desperate» he held his breath, the guilt already sneaking in his body for letting you think he thought that.

«No!» his voice came out louder than expected «I-It’s not. I was just curious. Maybe I should hire Seokjin too when my parents come to my place. He cooks better than me» you scoffed and his heart sped up like crazy. Finally, he thought. He was dying to hear that sound escape your lips, and now that he was the cause of it he wanted to hear it more.

«Jungkook!» Jin’s voice remembered him what you were really doing and he couldn’t help but feel disappointed when he turned to watch him get closer with each step. Your mouth hanging open at the sight. Tall, broad shoulders and a charming face. Was it a thing running in his group?

«I’m Kim Seokjin, but call me Jin. I’m your chief for today.» he introduced himself once he stood in front of you.

«I’m Y/N. Thank you for doing this, I’m aware I didn’t give you time to-»

«Don’t worry, really. It’s not a problem.» he smiled. You nodded and gulped nervously before glancing at Jungkook, who was standing there shifting his gaze between you and his friend, praying everything would work out fine.

«Let’s go, you can tell me about what you’d like to eat while we get to your place»

And with that, you nodded at him and gave a smile to the maknae. Jungkook’s heart skipped a few beats.

«I swear, she has the worst parents ever.» Jin claimed, eyes wide and shocked features. «They really aren’t easy-going people.»

«Did they complain about the food?» Namjoon asked, the hyung raised his eyebrows.

«They didn’t dare, luckily for them,» he scoffed. «but from what I heard from the kitchen that woman really has the strongest self-control ever»

«What happened?» Hobi sat beside him on the couch.

«You mean what didn’t happen. First, when they came in they didn’t even greet her, they just gave her their coats and ran past her like nothing.» he raised his index finger while shaking his head. Jungkook’s eyes widened.

«Then they started complaining about her apartment. “I don’t really know how you like this place so much”, “it’s so small”, “do you even have a second bathroom in here?”, “you should move”. I mean, let her breathe!» he imitated your parents’s voices, an high-pitched tone for your mother and a weird twang for you father. His middle finger went up.

«After that, her mother tried to break into her room as if she’s a fifteen years old teenager. What the hell was that? She even locked it before they came in, I saw her.» and now his ring finger too.

«What?» Yoongi couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and neither the others. Everyone’s expression was only screaming shock, staring at their friend like he was telling them a crime novel. Jungkook had his eyebrows knitted together, mouth agape and an emotion neither he could quite get running through his blood.

«I swear I’m not making this up! They’re the worst!» Jin shook his head. «When they saw me serving the plates her mother raised her eyebrows and waited for me to go into the kitchen before she started spitting out all her venom. “Couldn’t you do this on your own? Of course not. You’re still trying to dance, right? That’s why you don’t even have time to learn how to cook”, “your mother is right, you should start to act like an adult, Y/N. I think it’s time for you to stop with that”. It was like being in hell, and I was in my heaven, you know I love standing in front of the stove. I honestly don’t know how she managed to stay calm.»

«Oh, God. She must feel so much pressure» Hobi muttered, Yoongi and Taehyung nodded.

«I know. I could see it in her eyes when I left, she was acting like nothing happened but she really seemed wrecked. She insisted to pay me but I refused her money, I told her she’s fine since is your “friend”» Jin looked at Jungkook, who weakly smiled as a thank you for his actions. He already knew that your parents were not that easy from your words and the way you acted that morning, but God, he never though they’d be like this. How did you even manage to not burst out at them?

Your pillow was doing nothing to muffle your sobs, they could be heard even with the sound of the TV on and the sheets hiding you from the light light of the screen. Useless to say, you were feeling like shit. You always tried your best but always fail with them. You were used to it, so why were you crying? Again? You wished your parents were different, more amenable, you even wished you were different, the daughter they expected you to be. But you weren’t, and all you were left with was hope, every time. Maybe the next time will be better, that was what you usually told to yourself, and that was probably why you ended up crying this time too. You needed to stop it and face the fact that it was not going to be better. You weren’t the problem, and deep inside you you knew it.

You simply needed to face it.

Finally, here comes today. It’s weird for you to think this, but you actually want to meet Jungkook, to thank him. The awful night you had made you think of how hard you try with your parents even though you keep telling yourself it’s not true. After having a chief cooking for you, the only thing you can do is cope with it. You can’t deny you were being anxious for the whole time, still skeptical about the situation, afraid that Jungkook was maybe teasing you again and his friend was no one but a someone looking for fun him too. But he wasn’t, he’s been nice for the entire time, always smiling and trying to make you feel comfortable, he sure knows how to marvel a new client. You saw him blinking a few times because of your parents’s words, but you’re grateful he didn’t tell you anything. He was professional and friendly, and you feel so sorry about not paying him and making him deal with the awkward lunch of you and your parents.

Thus, you are now walking in the studio hoping to find Jungkook or maybe one of his friends, not sure of what exactly are his schedules. You look for him until you realize you’re already five minutes late for your rehearsals so you decide to rush back in your room. What you didn’t expect is to find him at your doorframe, eyes shifting from person to person. His figure makes you hold your breath, his features taken by whoever his looking for, lips pursued, tall and muscled body wrapped in a pair of black jeans and a gray shirt.

«Jungkook?» you call. Jungkook’s heart drops when he realizes it’s your voice, then in a second the embarrassment is there again, making his ears and cheeks flashing red.

«H-hi?» he slowly moves his stare until it’s on your face.

«Were you looking for me?» his eyes wide, he weakly raises his eyebrows and now his lips are slightly parted in a pout.

«N-no? Yes, I mean no, I- fuck» he mutters, shutting his eyes at the end of the uncommon answer and hissing under his breath. You knit your eyebrows. Once he opens his eyes again you can’t help but smirk, just a little bit. With the half-gone sensation of him teasing at you it’s more easy to do it.

«I- what was the question?» he really doesn’t know how to answer you. You scoff and shake your head.

«Never mind, I was looking for you but now I really can’t talk. Do you have some time later?» your uncertain tone makes you cringe, again feeling weird in front of him. You can’t help it, it’s just something that happens every time in his presence.

His brain stops working again. «Oh, yes? Y-yeah»

«What- what time do you get off?»

«I- well, I- uhm... Yoongi!» he suddenly screams, panicking and widening his eyes when he shifts them from you to his friend, his tone radiates nothing but frustration.

Thanks God, he thinks, but a second later he’s already regretting it. You quickly turn to see his friend approaching you in heavy footsteps, and when you link his face to his name another wave of uncomfortableness sneaks in your body.

Yoongi looks at you only when he sides his friend, gulping harshly and trying to fake a smile as best as he can. «Hi, I’m Yoongi?»Why do they all speak like this? 

He shifts his eyes from you to Jungkook and viceversa, hoping someone to talk and tell him what the hell is he doing there with you two. When Jungkook finally speaks his voice his shaking. «What dime do- do we get o-off?» his eyes are basically praying Yoongi to answer.

«I think at seven?»

«Oh» he lets out, lowering his gaze on you again. You try to shrug off the mix of emotions his dark eyes give you.

«Okay, I... I’ll wait for you? I guess, if you tell me-»

«13» Yoongi interrupts your blabbering seeing that the maknae’s face is as blank as a white sheet paper, still in shock from what’s happening, he probably wouldn’t have known how to answer you.

«Thank you. See you later then» you try to smile without letting your uneasiness creep in and quickly enter the rehearsal room, letting out a deep breath.

«You know you’ll have to talk to her later, right? And what was she talking about?» Yoongi asks as soon as you can’t hear him. Jungkook shrugs.

«She- she wants to talk? I’m gonna die in the awkwardness, I know it. I’m gonna embarrass myself so much I won’t even be able to breathe, fuck.»

«Y/N?» Jungkook stares at your reflection in the mirror, his movements suddenly stop nd Hobi frowns at him.

«Jungkook, what are you doing?» he screams over the music. The maknae blinks a few times before he understands you’re looking at him and he’ll make everything more awkward if he keeps standing still like this with his eyes on you. Thus, he takes a deep - deep - breath and  counts the time again before catching up with the moves.

His body makes you hold your breath, his movements are clean and outright, his style is impactful, even the small details incredibly focused and accurate. His muscles twitch under the clothes, and you can outline the muscles of his legs even without even trying. Only the sight makes you shudder. His body is something you really didn’t dwell on, too much taken aback from the way he usually acts around you, but having a show like this in front of your eyes is something you can’t really turn away to. The way he moves his hips in a particular move has you clenching around nothing, and you suddenly blush at the thought of how he’d move them in a different situation, your heart beats faster.

Jungkook tries to not let your presence influence his rehearsals but he can’t help to steal a few glances at you while he moves on the rhythm. When he sees you blushing and glancing down his body he can’t help but smirk a little bit, even though his heart beats louder with every second. He glances away again when you eventually raise your eyes to his face, body stiffening in an second.

When the music finally stops and you seem to wake up from your trance you find yourself looking at the others, realizing only now that you probably should have asked before coming in the room like this, so you stand up and go out in a second.

Yoongi suddenly runs behind you.

«Y/N? Right?» you have no chance but to turn and nod.

«I’m sorry, I sho-»

«You can stay.» he smiles at you «And I’m sorry for the tea, the other day»

«Are you sure?»

«About the tea? I’m really sorry» he bits the inside of his cheek.

«No, I mean are you sure I-»

«Oh, yes. Jungkook would like it if you stayed» he suddenly points his thumb to Jungkook, who’s staring at the two of you with his lips parted and apparently in trance like you were just a few seconds ago. When your eyes lock with his you shrug to hide the weird shiver sneaking into your back.

«Okay, then» you smile at Yoongi and head back to the bench at the side of the room. 

You spend at least twenty five minutes staring at Jungkook, your eyes rarely meet the figures of his friends, completely taken by the way he moves and the emotions he makes you feel with every song. At the beginning the maknae feels his cheeks heating up and his body as stiff as a trunk, but with the time passing by and the seconds becoming minutes he slowly gains a little bit of confidence, and when you see him even more free and secure you can’t help but take in the sight releasing a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. He’s like a magnet, some weird kind of energy attracts you to him, maybe it’s the way he speaks with his face or the way his eyes seem even darker and deeper when he sometimes glances at you and immediately glances back. Time seems to run and before you know it the music stops again and the group is lets out uneven breaths, heading to the bench you’re sitting on to grab their towels.

You feel your cheeks heat up when you notice almost every one of them glance at you with a look you can’t really read. Jungkook is still in front of the mirror, eyes completely focused on the way his body moves and repeating movements like a mantra. When he finally stops and turns around his gaze locks with yours, his heart pounds in his chest, palms sweaty all of a sudden.

«Kook, here!» one of his friends throws him a bottle of water and the man quickly catches it bringing it to his lips and taking a few sips. You watch the way his adam’s apple moves from your seat. He closes the bottle and finally heads to the bench, he feels so nervous he’d do something awkward and make you both feel uncomfortable that he almost thinks of running away. The others seem to quickly disappear to go to change and when he finally stands beside you you don’t really know how to act. The silence fills the room and makes you wince, your tongue comes out to wet the petals of your lips, Jungkook holds his breath.

«I like your style of dancing, the way you move» you blurt out. The maknae seems almost shocked at your words.

«I- I like it too» and here we go again. «I mean, I like yours too?»

«You watched me dancing?»

Jungkook groans. «I- oh, ye- yes?» he quickly gives up on lying «I watched you»

«Oh, I didn’t notice» you nervously smile. «Thank you, then»

Jungkook brings his white towel to his neck, wiping the sweat from his skin. That stupid action hits you like a wrecking ball.

«I’m- I’m sorry for everything that happened,» he speaks without thinking «I- I never wanted to tease you. I’m really sorry it- it came out like that. Really sorry.» his tone is shaky and he still can’t believe he managed to let out a full sentence without embarrassing himself or you. For some kind of reason his words make your gaze deepen in his, the weight of your irises almost crashing down Jungkook’s mind.

 You shake your head. «You apologize every time» a smile breaks through your mask.

«I don’t want to... make you feel uncomfortable? It’s just... I’m really so- sorry if it came out in the wrong way. I always end up embarrassing myself but I wanted to make a good impression, it’s just-» he suddenly stops talking, feeling all of a sudden even more nervous to say the words he was almost spilling out, he scraps at the back of his neck.

«You make me nervous» he really said it. 

His words hit you like a train, fast enough to make you doubt you really heard them and hard enough to stun you. «I make you nervous? Oh, I’m sorry I-»

«No, no, no, no» he quickly complaints «In a good way, I- I guess?» 

«What do you mean?»

Jungkook opens his mouth to speak a few times but always fails and closes it, before putting the towel on the bench and harshly gulping. «I- Can we talk about something else? Please?» he almost whines, making a weird smile form on your lips.

«Do you want to go to the cafe?»

He nods at your proposal, lifting his index finger. «Just give me a minute to change and-» he lowers to grab at all his stuff on the bench but unintentionally hits the bottle of water which falls to the ground. He lets out a deep shaky breath, the words I’m so bad at this echoing in his mind. You manage to bend over and grab it but at the same time he takes a step towards it to do the same, stopping when he sees your hands holding the bottle. When you raise back, the view you meet with makes you hold your breath and your cheeks red like peppers, Jungkook is not quick enough to rush back, and you can’t help but feel uncomfortable again, but this time there’s a different emotion too that you’re not quick enough to grasp.

It happens in a matter of seconds, but it seems like minutes when you glance at him, standing tall and looking at you bewitched by the sight of you like this. And he needs to remember himself you’re actually here to hold back the dirty thoughts that are already filling his head. You gulp hard, your eyes scanning his beautiful features and saving the breathtaking sight, his crotch almost touching your cheek because of the lack of distance. And you can’t deny, your thoughts take you to a different dimension that makes you fucking throb.

«Just- give me- give me a minute?» Jungkook stutters with a deep low voice, heavy breath and cheeks heating up.

«This are the kind of things that makes me think of you teasing me» you don’t even know where your words came out from, how’d you manage to make a full sentence still watching him from the same position.

«I swear, I didn’t want to-»

«It’s okay» you unintentionally lick your lips and he finds it even harder to keep a clear head, his cock already hardening. «Go?»

He slowly nods waking up from his trance, and manages to rush back into the fitting room with fast steps and heavy breathing, hoping that the others are not there. Not now that with every steps he takes he feels harder with the image of your eyes looking at him from down.

«Fuck» he hisses letting his bag fall to the bench. Luckily, no one’s here anymore and he’s only left with his boner. What is he supposed to do now? He can’t just change and go out, you’d see it, definitely.

Fuck.

Jungkook quickly heads to the door of the bathroom and takes a deep breath before locking it, lowering his sweat pants and his boxers on his thighs. The second the material doesn’t hug him anymore his cock jumps to his stomach, tip already red and dripping with precum. How do you manage to get him this hard without even trying?

His hand immediately wraps around his shaft, squeezing himself a little bit, just enough to make his head fall back and his lips part letting out a strangled whine. 

«Fuck» he hisses before he starts moving his hand, his mind going back at you and how damn good you looked before at the height of his cock. The first time he masturbated thinking about you sucking him dry he didn’t really think he would ever have a picture of you to accompany his actions to. And now that he has it, he can’t seem to get enough of it. You’d look so fucking good giving him the blowjob of his life, hollowing your cheeks and wrapping him in your mouth, he’d fuck it so good you’d be drooling and gagging for him. His thumb slowly caresses his frenulum and he twitches under his hand, stroking himself faster and harder. He doesn’t even realize it but the image of you he has in mind is making him louder than he usually is, panting and hissing, begging to explode.

«Oh my god, fuck.» he groans.

You can’t hear him from where you are, but your tights are tightening anyway. What happened just a few moments ago is replaying in your mind over and over again. The view he gave you of him staring directly into your eyes while you were basically facing his cock it’s making you go out of your mind. You can’t deny he’s charming, with features that make you feel dizzy, but this was too much to handle even for you. Your mind can’t help but fantasize how he’d fist your hair while you’d lick him, and just the thought makes you clench around nothing, the wetness between your folds already soaking your knickers. You try to push the image away, but the way you’re desperately squeezing your thighs for some kind of friction tells a total different story.

Jungkook bites his lips, his abdomen twitching and his shoulders heavily raising.

«Y/N» he whines, picturing you on your knees for him. In his mind, your hands are one on his inner thigh and the other playing with his nipple, twirling it between your index and thumb and making him even more sensible.

«Shit, so good» his voice is husky, sure as hell it would make you shudder and fall on your knees if you’d only hear it. His movements become more sloppy, the knot in his stomach almost about to burst. He groans and speeds up even more, hips practically hitting his hand with every stroke. He imagines your thighs tightened, the wetness in your folds, the way you’d taste, and he feels even closer.

«So fucking good»

Jungkook spits in his hand. His breath stutters more, and he suddenly doesn’t remember how to breathe anymore as he strokes himself harder, the lewd sound of him shoving in his fist becomes louder, the only sound feeling the bathroom and the fitting room.

The thought of you cupping his balls and massaging it makes him do the same thing, he pictures your tongue licking and swirling around the head of his cock. That is the last chunk he needs to come undone in his palm, spatters of white hitting his chest as he fucks himself through his orgasm until he’s too sensitive to even make one more stroke, letting his head resting on the door behind him. Eyes closed, heavy breath and mouth completely dry, Jungkook takes some time to recover from the heavenly climax he just reached.

God, what he’d give to know that he had the exact effect you had on him, but you’re just too shy to do something about it here. If you were home, well that would be a different thing. You’d help yourself with your vibrator, fucking it into you like it was him. But now, now you’re just trying to contain your thoughts, waiting for him to come out and go to the cafe.

When you realize it’s been a while since he disappeared you decide it’s better to go and see if everything’s okay. Standing up you unsurely walk to the door of the fitting room, the structure of the building being always the same makes finding the way easier. You knock at the door.

«Jungkook? Are you okay?»

«I- uhm, I’m coming, give me a second!» he answers back with a high-pitched tone, so you nod and go back to your bench, waiting for him. It takes him another three minutes to finally come out, his hair are a little bit messy and you think he must’ve ran his hands through them a few times.

«Are we- are we still going?» he asks. With your worries at the door of the fitting room he thought you might have heard him before, but when you nod and smile he lets his previous thoughts fade.

You head out of the studio and to the cafe, trying to ignore the way your panties practically slips against your folds. Jungkook tries to think about what to say and how to begin a safe conversation for the both of you without feeling uncomfortable or awkward but he just can’t seem to find nothing else than the question he asks.

«You wanted to talk?» lowering his gaze to his side he looks at you walking in silence. You quickly nod.

«I wanted to thank you, actually» you turn to smile at him, the butterflies in in stomach invading every part of his body.,«You know, for Jin.»

«Oh, no- no problem» he smiles back, his eyes sparkling and you can’t deny the sudden warmth you feel in your chest. «It’s the least I could do, for what happened?» his sentence sounds again like a question, but by now you’re kinda used to it. You scoff.

«Let’s say I forgive you for the dress and the awkward meeting» you tease. His eyes squint and he wrinkles his nose.

«That wasn’t my fault» he murmurs.

«Your friend?»

He nods. «Teahyung»

«Well, then I forgive Teahyung and you for the dress» you smile again, his heart is beating like crazy.

«How much do I have to embarrass my-myself for the drink Yoongi spilled on you?» he’d like to giggle but he feels so freaking nervous that all he can do is let out a puff.

«I don’t know, you’re pretty good at that. I’d end up enjoying the show eventually and it wouldn’t be fair, I’d let you go on» you tease again. Jungkook’s cheeks heat up. His brain trying to understand if you’d say something like this because you like the way he acts around you or just for the fun of teasing him. The truth is, neither you know it now.

«It’s the thing I seem to be better at» your giggle makes him feel lighter.

«I was kidding» you stop your steps and he realizes you’re already in front of the cafe.

«You’re forgiven, more than forgiven. I actually feel like I owe you something now» you explain looking directly in his dark eyes, and damn, he’s really beautiful.

«Oh- no, no! Don’t, please» he shakes his head. «I- I wanted to make it up to you, you don’t owe me anything»

«Well, let me get you a coffee or something you’d like at least?» you point at the shop behind you. Jungkook licks his lips and takes another deep breath before nodding, following you in and trying to look elsewhere but the way you swing your hips with every step. You’re gonna be the death of him, and he’s slowly falling even more with every word you say.

Thanks to the time the cafe is almost empty, only two or three clients are sit on the chairs at the counter. Nevertheless, you sit at your favorite table, the one in the corner always forgotten by practically everyone. There’s something about this table that makes you feel safe, maybe it’s because no one seems to look at it, sometimes even the waitress forgets it.

«I’ll get a tea» you announce without even glancing at the menu, Jungkook tilts his head to the side and hides his head behind it. You wait for him to choose what he wants and when he’s done you raise your hand to the waitress behind the counter. The woman quickly walks to you, giving you a gentle smile.

«What can I serve you?»

«A tea for me»

«I’ll have a Red Velvet latte» Jungkook says, leaving you amused by his choice. The waitress quickly nods and leaves you with another smile.

«Red Velvet?» you ask «I’ve always wanted to try it but I always end up with tea or coffe» you reveal, Kook raises his eyebrows.

«I like- I like it. Maybe you want a sip?»

«Don’t worry, I’ll get it the next time»

«We can switch drinks if you want» he says as the same time as you.

«Really, Jungkook, don’t worry» you smile at him.

«Anyway, I really am thankful for Jin yesterday. He helped me a lot, without him I’d probably end up having a breakdown» you scoff at the end of your sentence even though it’s true. Jungkook watches you as you speak, completely taken by your words and the way you move your lips, your voice seems to be the only thing catching his ears now, not even one of his favorite songs playing in the background gets him.

«Thank you for being so nice and help me, Jungkook. It was Sunday and-»

«Hey, no problem» he cuts off your rumbling with his hand on yours, and the second he realizes what he has just done he takes it away with wide eyes. The only trace he leaves on your skin is the dampness of his sweaty palms.

«I’m- I’m sorry»

«Stop it, please» you almost whine and his features instantly sadden, afraid he just made another mistake. He tries to hide his expression but fails, and the guilt sneaks into you making you shake your head.

«I mean, stop being so stiff. Tell me, what is it?» you ask.

«What?»

«What do I do to make you this nervous?» you ask again. «I can try and-»

«It’s not you.» he cuts you off again. «I- I mean it is you, but it’s me. I-» he stutters.

«I can try to hide my face if you want» youironically propose as you grab the menu and cover your face with it. Jungkook frowns but immediately smiles at your silliness. «Does it work?»

«It- It’s not making any difference» he holds back a laugh.

«Are you sure?» you giggle. He shakes his head.

«I am, just- please, look at me» his words play a strange trick on your mind, making you harshly gulp as your heart skips a few beats. It’s noy like he had just said something that important, but your mind goes blank for a second.

«Y/N?» he calls, eyes fixated on the menu you’re holding. He stretches his arm out and grabs at the paper, slowly lowering it from your face. Your eyes, your nose, your lips. Jungkook stares at every feature of your face taking in the sight in front of him, the power you have on him is fucking scary, and he’s realizing it for the first time now looking in your eyes.

«What happened?» he lets out in a whisper, not really certain of his voice at the moment. You gulp and shake your head. You don’t even know what happened, how are you supposed to explain him?

«There you go, your tea and your Red Velvet» the waitress comes in the way, and you thank her in your mind for saving you from the awkward situation you just putted yourself into. However, the interruption is fast and she leaves in a matter of seconds leaving you with your drinks.

You can’t help but glance at his glass, the crimson color of the drink intrigues you and the chocolate chips on top are the perfect frame. Jungkook lifts it from the table and stretches his arm again towards you, putting the drink basically under your nose.

«Try it» he manages to say holding his breath. He doesn’t even know where he gained all of this boldness, he just did it without thinking. And now that you stare at him he’s beginning to think he’s making things awkward again.

Your hands cover his, giving birth to another session of butterflies in his stomach and a shudder running down your spine. Jungkook understands he has to remove his hand from the glass to make you drink and he slips away like he just got burn by a blazing fire.

Taking a sip you let yourself taste the sweetness of the latte and the chocolate chips before giving him his drink again, deciding this will definitely be your next order at this place.

«It’s so good» you whine, Jungkook smiles.

«It’s one of my favorite drinks, Jin- he always tries new things and likes to feed us like babies. He introduced me to this»

«I really like it» you bring your cup of tea to your lips, taking a sip. «My tea is so boring now» his smile widens.

«We can really switch drinks if you-»

«No, don’t worry, really»

He nods, taking the first sip of his Red Velvet.

«So Jin is kinda like the mama of the group?» Jungkook smiles at your comment.

«He is the oldest» he nods. «He likes to take care of us and we like to eat» you giggle at his words.

«His cooking is really good, I haven’t eaten that good in months. I should have insisted more on paying him» you take another sip from your tea.

«Trust me, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it» Jungkook smiles at you, and it’s a matter of seconds before he finally noticed he’s not stuttering anymore. In fact, he feels more comfortable. «He was happy to help»

«Oh, trust me, he helped me a lot»

You try to think what would’ve happen yesterday if it wasn’t for him, the result would have been even worse than it already is. Jungkook’s heart warms up knowing he was really able to help you, he made something right. The smile you have on your face makes him want to work even more to create a brand new one.

«What about Yoongi? Does he spill his drinks on everyone?»

«No, he doesn’t» Jungkook scoffs and avoids telling you the reason why he actually spilled it. «He’s the second hyung. Actually, he’s usually very quiet. His stage name is Suga»

«I heard about him» you raise your eyebrows. «Someone told me he injured his shoulder fighting over a first prize but I didn’t think it was him they were talking about, and honestly I didn’t know if it was true» 

The maknae shakes his head. «It’s not true. He actually got injured while working, he had to find a job to pay for his dance lessons and eventually he started a delivering job. He got hit by a car.» Jungkook stares at the wooden table «People often say that or that he tried to beat one of the judges and got kicked in his ass. I don’t get why they like to make up something so stupid» an heavy sigh leaves his lips.

«Last year I broke my uncle because I was pushing myself too hard for a contest and eventually I didn’t perform. I heard people say I couldn’t ‘cause I was pregnant» you tell him, the memory still makes you wrinkle your nose. Jungkook’s eyes widens before he opens his mouth.

«I hate rumors» he mumbles. «Who- who do you want to know about now?» he stutters a little bit, deciding to bring back the conversation to a positive vibe.

«Taehyung? Was it his name?» you squint your eyes.

«Yes» he nods. «Taehyung is the second maknae and a fashion icon in the group, we always try to look as cool as him but he just has that something that makes you give up and stay in your sweat pants.» you giggle at his comment and he can’t help but smile at your sparkling eyes.

«He doesn’t usually act like the first time we met, he’s pretty confidential.» Jungkook takes the last sip of his Red Velvet and you do the same with your now almost cold tea while you take in all the informations.

«Namjoon is the dad of the group, he’s always willing to give you advices but at the same time able to give you a good shake. He and Jimin are my go to when I need to talk to someone, but the others are pretty good at listening too. Jimin is the third maknae»

«Who’s the first?»

Jungkook puckers his lips. «Me» 

«How old are you?»

«I’m twenty two» he answers, remembering this is the last day he gets to say it. For a little moment he thinks of you at his birthday, but he forces himself to push the picture away, it would be weird to invite you when you’re talking fr the first time.

«I’m older than you!» you can’t help but exclaim, Jungkook licks his lips.

«Really?»

You nod.«I’m twenty four»

«How- how should I call you then?» he bits his lips, a little bit of nervousness sneaks again into him, worried you don’t like the way he has been talking to you.

«Oh, please don’t call me noona!» you shake your head and smile at him.

«Are you sure?»

«Yes, Jungkook. Don’t change the way you were talking to me, I liked it. It was natural» you smile at him, your heart beats faster when a smile shines on his face and lights up his features. Jungkook is trying to be as natural as he can, trying to speak without blubbering still stunned by your presence in front of him, and hearing those words make him less tense.

«Hoseok is the only one left. He’s a ray of sunshine, always able to make you smile and laugh. His stage name is J-Hope. He’s a spring, his movements are as fluid as water. Oh, and he can’t hide his expressions whenever he’s angry, even though it’s difficult to annoy him. His face goes like this» Jungkook’s try to emulate his friend is quickly cut off by your bursting laugh because of his expression, and he can’t hold back his giggles at the sound of your happiness.

«Sounds like a beautiful group» you say when you finally stop laughing, your cheeks are hurting while you take a look inside your mug, realizing only now it’s empty.

«It is, they’re my family» the tone he uses makes a knot built up in your throat, smiling melancholic. And who the hell knows why, Jungkook notices it. 

«Is- is something wrong? Did I say-»

«No, no, no. It’s fine, I’m fine» you quickly say smiling again. He would like to ask you what’s wrong again until you’d probably end up answering him but he thinks he’d invade your personal space and annoying you.

«Are you sure? I- I know I ask this a lot but-»

«I’m sure, thank you for asking» you interrupt him with another gentle smile. Jungkook knows it’s not true, but he nods anyway, bringing his gaze to his empty glass. His action makes you bring yours to your phone, unlocking the screen and realizing only now it’s almost eight and a half.

«I should go now»

He raises his glance, the feeling in his chest it’s telling him to not let you go but he can’t do that.

«I’ll see you tomorrow at the studio?» you ask him while getting up from your chair, rummaging through your purse looking for the wallet. Jungkook is about to say yes when he remembers tomorrow it’s their free day.

«No, not tomorrow» he smiles at you getting up and producing a shrill sound with his chair against the floor, his cheeks heat up for the fiftieth time only in an hour.

«Oh, I guess I’ll see you on Wednesday then? Or whenever we-»

«Could you give me your number?»

If he thought his heart already risked a heart attack many times with you, then now he should be dead from the way it’s beating. Blood running through his body so fast that he can hear it his in his ears, the tip of them and his cheeks flashing red, palms sweating more than before. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked you.

You stare at him for a few seconds, completely stuttered by his question as you gulp harshly and blink a few times.

«You- you promise you won’t send me nudes?» you joke, and this time you are the one who’s left with her mouth agape, wondering where the hell that just came out from. «Oh my-»

«If you don’t ask for them I won’t» Jungkook scoffs, the fact you just said something like that is making him feel lighter. You raise your eyebrows at him.

«I won’t, I surely won’t» you quickly rebut but you’re afraid he might be offended so you keep adding words making everything worse. «I mean- not that I wouldn’t like them, it’s just-»

«Y/N» he interrupts your dwelling. «I- I won’t send or ask for nudes» he laughs at his own words at the end of the sentence, making you grimace.

«I’m- I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that»

«It’s okay» he smiles at you and you let out a shaky breath before putting ten bucks on the table and heading to the door with him.

Jungkook dials your number on his phone and quickly sends you a message to let you save his, still freaking out in his mind for what happened in just an hour of being with you.

The afraid of being awkward he felt at the beginning is still there, but he feels more comfortable now that he knows a little bit about you. He’s still nervous, palms still sweaty and heart still beating like crazy, gaze still trying to lock with yours just to shudder and blush under it. He likes the way his nervousness shaded with the comfortableness you made him feel talking to you, his chest both threatening to explode because of the tension but still tasting the sweetness of the naturalness and ease, the combo is one of the weirdest to ever exist, but it’s true.

«Goodbye, Jungkook» you smile at him after putting your phone back in your purse. You think about your actions for a moment before quickly tiptoeing and leaving a soft peck on his cheek that makes him almost feel dizzy. The way your soft lips touched his skin will haunt him even in his dreams tonight. He’s not rapid enough to smile at you while you turn and walk away, too shocked by your actions, but he smiles anyway.

This is the first time Jungkook realizes he just had a bite of the cake, and now he wants to eat it all.

«Are you kidding?» Taehyung’s deep voice resonates through the stairwell and Jungkook can hear it even by pulling his phone away from his ear.

«I’m not, Tae» he rushes to the door and hangs up before opening it sure that his friend is already there. In fact, he is. Standing still in front of him in his Gucci palazzo trousers looking like a model.

«Happy birthday, Kookie» he smiles at him and hugs him tight making Jungkook chuckle.

«You just said it on the phone»

«I know» he pats his shoulder. «Where are the others?»

«They’re coming» Jungkook takes a look to his lounge, the table is already set and the food is almost ready, Jin will be proud of him.

«Is she coming too?» Taehyung asks, Jungkook turns like top.

«What? No»

«Why not?»

«I don’t know... we don’t have that much of intimacy. And with you?» he knits his eyebrows thinking of the possible ending of doing something like that. «She’d probably feel like a fish out of water and you’re gonna embarrass me if I’m not the one doing it» he shakes his head.

The bell rings and Kook rushes to the door to welcome his friends, Hobi and Jin are standing there with the biggest smiles on their faces and hands full of envelopes, smiles as bright as the sun.

«There will be a day when you’ll be old and people will make fun of you, and it’s coming! Happy birthday!» Jin hugs the maknae laughing for his own words and Jungkook does the same. Hobi joins the hug, making Tae grimace and run to them.

«I feel alone» he mumbles before wrapping his arms around the three of them, Jungkook in the middle is almost dying, being the burger in the middle of the bread.

«Happy birthday!» Hobi screams, his voice echoing in the hallways remembers Jungkook the door is still open.

«Okay, now set me free» he laughs. «Where are the others?» their grip on him loosen and he finally closes the door.

«They went to buy you a cake, Seokjin made you one but Joon ate it last night without knowing it was yours» Hobi burst out laughing.

«It was obvious! He should’ve known it!» Jin screams frustrated with his eyes wide.

«Look at that!» Jimin points at the cake through the glass, his eyes sparkling at the sight and his mouth begging to taste the sweetness of the sponge cake. He looks like a baby.

«Ugh, Chimin! It’s for Jungkook, not you!» Namjoon scolds him making the corners of his mouth drop.

«I know what he likes!» he says back. Yoongi shuts his eyes, they’ve been in here for almost ten minutes now, fighting over which cake they could buy and not really getting anything.

«Do you-»

«He’ll like that» Yoongi cuts off Joonie’s words and point at the cake nodding to the pastry chef behind the counter who quickly smiles at him.

«Could you write “Jungkook” on top of it?» Jimin asks with a kind smile, the baker nods and he raises his eyebrows at Namjoon.

«See? It’s gonna be perfect, you need to listen to me!»

Namjoon sighs and shakes his head, taking a glance out of the shop to see his girlfriend still in the car waiting for them, eyes fixated on her phone.

Your parents had decided to ring your doorbell without telling you they were coming over. Luckily - or unfortunately - it’s Tuesday, and on Tuesday you’re usually home for lunch, but when the doorbell squeaked you didn’t really think it was them. Maybe the postman or a neighbor, but not your parents.

«Surprise!» they both screamed. It was the worst surprise ever. You didn’t know they were coming so you didn’t make lunch for them, didn’t tidy up properly, didn’t hide your things and didn’t lock your door. Plus, you weren’t prepared for another mental breakdown, not so soon after they gave you one just two days ago. And you still aren’t now, listening to them talking while you eat your salad.

«Your mother decided to come visit Ailiseu for a few days and September is already here so we decided not to wait until next month, it’ll be too cold» your father explains, his smile going from ear to ear. You instantly pray for the mental health of your cousin knowing how your parents can be, she’s gonna go out of her mind.

«Exactly! And we’re staying at her place, since she has a big house. Sorry honey, we would’ve asked you but we thought we’d be too much in here.»

«No problem» you try to sound as kind as possible. This is the good side of having a small house, at least.

«How long will you stay?»

«Three days» your father says «but we’re going to Ailiseu for dinner, we’d like to spend today with you»

«Take a day off of work.» your mother points her index finger at you. «We’ll have fun! We could go to the mall and buy some clothes, I really don’t like the shirt you’re wearing»

You stop eating fixing your gaze on your meal and trying to stay calm. This is a nightmare. How are you supposed to not go to work when they saw you were fine this morning? And notify them in half an hour? Your boss is going to go out of his mind and kill you. You won’t even be able to rehearsal today, obviously.

«Mom, I-»

«Please?» your father cuts you off.

You give up. It’s scientifically proven that you can’t beat them at this game without bursting out, that would definitely lead to an argument and you really are not in the mood for it. So you nod and finish your lunch listening to all their stories, your mother complaining about everything: the broken electric hand dryer at the gas station they stopped in, the way your father drives, your shirt - again -, your salad, your house and again your job. All of her words only make you wish to end this day as soon as possible but against your desire, time only seems to slow down while you wait for your her to come out of the bathroom.

You’re ready to go to the mall, you already called your boss and told him you had a setback and couldn’t go back to work this afternoon, and like you predicted before he didn’t sound happy at all, groaning things you couldn’t understand and quickly hanging up. Your mother is been in the bathroom for twenty minutes now making you frown and sink in your couch. When she finally comes out you head to the door in a second.

«Let’s go shopping!»

Your feet are hurting, if they could talk their exact words would be “fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” at every step you take. You’ve been in here for almost six hours now, dragged from a shop to another, from a salon to a shoe store and you’re pretty sure that by now you entered all the shops in the mall.

«What’s the time?» your mother finally stops walking at your father’s question, taking a glance at her golden watch.

«It’s almost eight,» she answers raising her eyes to you «we should probably go. Do you mind giving us a ride to Ailiseu’s place?»

You try to fake a small and force yourself to nod despite your tiredness, all you’d like to do now is lay down and sleep. Your brain health is being put to serious danger today, with all your parents endless rumblings and complaints, your mother even tried to buy you a shirt just for you to go change the one you have on in the public restrooms.

You head to your car with big strides and yawning, your parents’ words behind you about how beautiful your cousin’s house is  and how much their parents must be proud of her are making your chest heavy and your head pound.

You hope not to stay stuck in traffic once you get in your car and get out of the parking lot. You only make it to a few blocks before your wishes and hopes totally fade away, the cars blocking the street and the sounds of the honking filling your ears.

«We’re gonna be late, Ailiseu is waiting for us» your father sighs.

«Can’t you take a different road?»

«How am I supposed to take a different road now? There are cars behind me» you huff at your mother’s words.

«Then honk!»

«It’s not gonna change a thing, everyone is doing that!» you claim. Your dad shakes his head.

You wait at least five minutes before you move again, the silence only filled with your mother’s huffs and annoyed muttering. When you think you finally made it and you’re gonna be home soon, a loud thud makes you shudder and not even a second later you’re being pushed against the wheel because of the swing of your car, hitting your forehead against the glass of the windshield.

It takes you a few moments to realize you just got hit and before you know it you’re already putting on your hazards and heading out of your car. How is it even possible to witness to accidents in just a few days? 

You take a look to your parents while they do the same as you and when you see they’re fine you let out a sigh of relief that lasts as quickly as it came out. Your car is devastated at the back and there is no way you can walk home without shedding parts along your way, you only feel grateful that you and your parents are not hurt.

The man in the car behind you approaches you with fast steps and a worried face, tired eyes and shaky voice.

«I’m so sorry, I should’ve been more careful»

You don’t even understand how he managed to make such a mess to your car with the traffic on the streets now, he probably came out from one of the small roads where there weren’t cars and you were the lucky one to welcome him in the jam.

The man leaves you his number telling you to call him once you know how much this is going to cost you and quickly leaves, you end up calling a taxi for your parents and a tow truck for your car, trying to stay as awake as possible. After forty five minutes of waiting you’re so tired that you could lay down and sleep in the middle of the road if it wasn’t for the cars threatening your life, but apparently someone is hearing your prayers and the tow truck comes to rescue you. Your car is brought to the mechanic and you say goodbye to another one hundred bucks for the tow truck. You’re left alone in the middle of the jam, so you move to the sidewalk ready to call a cab. You had the worst day and you’re already thinking of how much you’ll have to work to get all the money you just lost back.

«Y/N?»

You’re being caught off guard when someone calls you while you’re bringing the phone to your ear. When you turn and find Jin smiling at you you quickly hang up.

«Jin, hi»

«What are you doing here?» he looks down at you as if he’s the Eiffel Tower and you’re the grass.

«Uhm, my car broke, I was going to call a taxi»

«If you want I can give you a ride? Can you wait a little bit? Just the time to sing happy birthday to Jungkook and give him the gifts, we’re looking forward to embarrass him» he laughs.

«Oh, it’s Jungkook’s birthday?» Jin nods realizing only now that Kook probably didn’t tell you. «I don’t know... I don’t want to bother, I wasn’t invited and I don’t have a gift and-»

«I think you’re thinking too much» he quickly cuts you off. «I don’t think it will be a problem for Jungkook or the others, he’ll be happy to see you»

You sigh. You could call a taxi and wait for it, spend another fifty bucks and head home. Or you could wait a little bit and spend the time you’d spend waiting on the street with them and maybe have a little bit of fun after this awful day, maybe. If things won’t get awkward again. It’d save you money you could use for the groceries, after all.

«Lead the way» you end up saying thanking him with a warm smile. He nods and soon you’re in the elevator waiting for the doors to open, hoping not to look as awful as you feel right now. You still feel sorry to break into his birthday party without an invitation, a gift or even a little bit of more intimacy between you two, so when the doors open and you hear the laughters coming from one of the apartments you think of getting back outside and call a cab. But it’s too late, one of his friends already holds the door open for Jin, glancing over his shoulder with curious eyes and widening them at you.

«Jimin, this is Y/N» Jin introduces you to his friend gesturing with his hands an impossible language for you to understand, not that it does have meaning, he’s just trying to tell him to contain his expressions.

«Y/N, hi!» his voice is soft and it makes you smile without an apparent reason. You link him to Jungkook’s words yesterday, the third maknae and apparently, the friend he often chooses to ramble on to.

«Jungkook!» he screams over the laughters coming from the other room, eyes still fixated on you.

«Teahyung won’t let me come!» At the sound of how happy is voice sounds, laughing and cracking in the middle you can’t avoid the warmth in your chest.

«Come in» Jimin steps aside and lets you and Jin in the house. «You can give your coat to me»

You thank him and give him your coat before you’re following Jin in the other room where the others are. Their laughters stop in a second when they glance at you, now filling the place just with silence. Jungkook’s heart stops beating for a moment, totally shocked and overwhelmed by your presence, mouth agape and eyes widened. He wasn’t prepared to see you, he totally wasn’t. He stares at blankly as if he just saw a ghost and not even when Taehyung finally sets him free from his hold he’s able to say something. Your cheeks are burning like fire under all their gazes.

«I’m Taehyung» the guy who was holding him smiles at you and takes a few steps before reaching out his hand. «I’m sorry about the awkward meeting»

«Oh, don’t worry» you shrug at the memory.

«Jungkook?» a deep voice seems to wake him up from his trance, Namjoon is telling him to do something with his eyes.

«I’m Namjoon»

Soon enough all of them gather around you and shake your hand welcoming you into the house with bright smiles and kind words. The only girl in the group tells you to call her Kitty and tells you she’s the Namjoon’s girlfriend, she seems pretty nice and you end up talking for at least twenty minutes, all of your tiredness seems to disappear. The only one you still didn’t talk to is Jungkook, and you’re afraid he’s annoyed by your presence. The thought makes your head throb, but you wouldn’t blame him after all. It’s his birthday and sure he’d like to spend it with the people he loves, not with you that he doesn’t know much and weren’t even invited.

«You should go talk to her» Namjoon whispers in Kookie’s ear.

As if he hasn’t thought about it already. Jungkook knows he should talk to you, but as I said before, he really isn’t prepared for this. And seeing you talking with his friends and smiling makes the feeling in his chest even more uncontainable. You’re smiling and you seem at ease with them, sipping from your glass from time to time and laughing at Jin’s jokes. He likes this picture, you in his house, all bright and happy. He could get used to it. And all of this, only makes his anxiety grow until it’s skyrocketing.

«I’m gonna say or act awkward and ruin things again, I’m not-»

«And do you think that staying here won’t? She’s in your house, it’s your birthday and you didn’t even greet her. It surely...» he trails off when you take a few steps towards them. Jungkook bits the petal of his lower lip feeling the usual but still new mixture of emotions rushing through his blood until it reaches his chest and totally takes over him. Namjoon pats at his shoulder and glance at you with a kind smile before standing up from the couch with Hobi and heading to the kitchen. Jungkook stares at you for the millionth time, wishing to say something, anything, but the words are caught in his throat.

«Happy birthday» you stop in front of him, glancing down at the pillows beside him. «Can I?»

 He raises his eyebrows and opens his mouth even more before nervously nodding.

«I’m sorry,» you say softly after sitting on the couch «I didn’t want to break in and annoy you, my car broke and Jin offered me a ride home and-»

«You didn’t annoy me, you don’t annoy me. Never- you never annoy me» he blurts out. «You- you can stay as much as you want» his cheeks are heating up, and you don’t even know why but you suddenly smile like a baby, his words make you feel more at ease.

«I don’t have a gift»

«It doesn’t matter» he smiles at you, your heart both stuttering when you lock eyes.

«If I’m being honest, I-» he stops talking, eyes shifting from yours to meet the ground.

«What?»

Jungkook stays silent for a moment, thinking about what he wants to say over and over again, trying not to make it sound as cheesy as it sounds in his head, but the truth is that there aren’t other words to express it.

«I like you here»

«What?»

«I-» he gulps «I like you here, with us?» he wants to slap himself. Why did he even think about telling you something like this?

«You seem happy?»

You squint your eyes at him, something about this conversation is making you more nervous than usual.

«I think I am?» why are you asking him?

Jungkook scoffs at your tone, it comes out so naturally that it makes your heart flutter. «You don’t sound so sure about that» he quotes your words, a bright smile creeping upon your face.

«Everyone is so nice and easy-going, and they made me feel comfortable even though I wasn’t meant to be here» you shrug. «You weren’t joking when you talked about them»

«Actually...» he clears his throat «I though of invating you yesterday but I- I didn’t cause I though it would be weird? I mean-»

«Jungkook, you don’t need to explain me why you didn’t invite me. Don’t justify yourself»

«I’m not» he replies fast enough to make you knit your eyebrows.

«But I’m happy you’re here now» the sound of those words are like sugar to your hypoglycemic heart, hearing them makes you feel something you never experienced, something that you missed since you were a little girl. The simple act of being happy to have someone near you and not expect anything from them is something you never witnessed, neither from your parents, even though they love you under those cold masks they wear. People always seemed to expect something from you, always. Jungkook is not telling those words without meaning them, he’s not expecting a thing from you. Not even a gift.

«Jungkook!» Hobi screams from the kitchen, tone breaking into a laughter and soon joined by others too. Jungkook shuts his eyes for a moment and then smiles before standing up from the couch. With boldness he didn’t think he has, he stretches his hand out for you to grab it, waiting with held breath and unsure dark doe-eyes staring directly into yours.

It’s a matter of seconds before you loose up and reach out to his hand, fingers intertwining with each other’s and a shudder running down your spine.

Jungkook stands still for a moment, his hand is limp against yours, he didn’t really think you’d grab his hand, not in this way. You’re not holding it to help you stand up, you’re intertwining your fingers with him. It’s different. The heat rising in your cheeks makes you feel like a teenager with her first crush and only now you realize that that’s why your heart is pounding and your brain is overthinking more than usual. You’re about to split away since he doesn’t tightens his grip on you, mentally slapping yourself for doing something like this. You’re fingers leave his and Jungkook’s chest feels suddenly more heavy. Reaching out again, he grabs your hand, fingers intertwine with yours and this time in a tight and sicure grip. His hands are a little bit sweaty for the nervousness, but so are yours. Your heart stutters, breath held as if you were free diving.

Both of you stand still for a moment before turning to look at each other, not even the time to say something that Hoseok is calling again from the kitchen.

«Jungkookie!»

«Happy birthday!» the screams fill the apartment, Jungkook’s features are priceless with his eyes squinted and his cheeks flashing red, trying as best as he can not to die under everyone’s affections.

«Blow out the candles!» Jimin shouts «I’m the one who choose the cake!»

The happiness and the intimacy in the room is so overwhelming that you feel out of place for a moment, but Taehyung grabs you by your arm and brings you closer to the group.

«Come here, embarrass him with us» he winks making you laugh. Jungkook shakes his head, he’s still at ease for the happy birthday song but he can’t fight the big bunny smile taking over his face. And when he sees you laughing with Teahyung, it takes him just a second to let go of the uncomfortable feeling in his chest only to be left with the desire of the sweet taste of the cake, and not the one on the wooden table.

Taking a deep breath he blows out the candles, eyes fixated over you making your heart skip a few beats. He doesn’t even think of a wish, all he wants it’s here tonight; the warmth of his friends, the love they feel for each other, maybe the new beginning of something, anything.

The candles die out, leaving the room in the dark for a few seconds before someone finally turns the lights on.

«Time for the presents!» Namjoon screams.

«Oh, please!» Jungkook whines and the laughters of his friends grow even more. Yoongi disappears to bring all the bags with the presents in and everyone except from Jungkook and Hoseok seats on the carpet in front of the couch even though it’s empty, you guess it’s one of their habits.

«I’m gonna cut the cake» Hobi announces turning around to face the table and start his task while Jungkook makes his way through the bodies of his friends, apparently towards you. He stops in front of you, still standing still a little bit out of place.

«You wanna sit on the couch?» he points at the sofa and you end up asking yourself why you didn’t do it sooner. You sit on the cushions, eyes fixated in front of you even when he follows you and sits beside you under everyone’s gaze, his friends staring at him before gazing away.

«Here comes the cake!» Hobi is a ray of sunshine with his bright smile while he distributes the dishes to everyone and soon enough you’re closing your eyes and letting out a whine at the taste of the sponge cake.

«It’s so good» you let out with your mouth full, words almost puzzling. Jungkook bursts out laughing and you need to gulp trying not to choke.

«Ah! See?» Jimin points at Namjoon «I choose it!» he turns to you with bright eyes and a big smile reaching his eyes.

«My taste buds are thanking you» 

Yoongi enters the room with his hands full of bags and places them beside Jungkook.

«Alright, let’s begin» he sits in front of the couch. Jungkook takes a deep breath and turns to grab the first bag.

«This is from?»

«Ugh, I forgot to write it again» Hobi murmurs making everyone laugh. Jungkook opens all the gifts, every single one of them makes you know him a little more, a little better, a little deeper. From the sweater of Hoseok to the set of products for his skincare by Jimin, they all tell you something about him. It’s Jin’s turn when he suddenly gets up from the carpet and shakes his head in the jumpiest of ways.

«Wait, wait, wait!» he almost screams. When he realizes what he’s doing he try to fake a smile. «I need to talk to you»

«What?»

«I need to talk to you» he repeats.

«Now?»

«Jungkook ya! Yes, now!» Jin looks at him with eyes widened almost as if he’s trying to communicate with him but Jungkook can’t really understand what is happening, so he just wakes up and follows Jin in another room, not a second later the hyung comes back just to bring his presence for Kookie with him.

«Alright, I’m gonna take another piece of cake» Namjoon says, her girlfriend gets up from the carpet with him to do the same. Taehyung smiles at you from the ground and quickly gets up, sitting next to you. You end up talking for at least ten minutes, conversation as fluid as the water and a comfortable feeling of naturalness you haven’t been feeling for a long time. You think you’d like to hang out with them more, they make you feel good with their positivity.

Jungkook finally comes back in the room after fifteen minutes, gaze and smile that now you can identify as nervous. He sits on the couch beside you grabbing Jin’s present again, digging in the bag until he finds it. Ripping the paper off, the new set of kitchen tools lights up his eyes. Now that the presents are all discarded, Jin looks at you.

«Do you want to go home now?»

Would that be wrong or weird if your answer was no? You glance at Jungkook, his eyes already on you.

«Wait, wait!» he bursts out, now standing up and heading out of the room. Your expression is blank until he comes back, wondering what just happened. Jin seems to smile when he see his friend rushing back with a bag in his left hand.

«Come ou- out, please?» Jungkook asks. You nod still uncertain and you follow him to the balcony, he makes sure to close the door behind you so that nobody can hear you.

Silence fills the air just for a little bit, the only sound that can be heard is the night, so peaceful and quiet, the light whistle of the wind. Jungkook is again repeating to himself that he can talk without embarrassing himself or making you feel awkward, he did it until now, kinda. He clears his throat and raises his gaze, hand scratching his neck. This can’t go worst than the first times you met, after all. It’s a simple action.

«I-» he stops without even starting.

«Am I making you nervous again?»

His expression changes, eyes widening and mouth hanging agape as he starts to shake his head.

«No, I- I mean...» he trails off and you don’t know why, but you feel the need to reassure him. So you smile at him, one of those warm smiles that makes his heart stutter and wonder if he’ll ever get to see another one, if this one doesn’t kill him. He gathers all his strength to talk through the smile that wants to take over his features.

«I’ve got your dress» he lifts his hand.

«What?»

«I’ve- I’ve got your dress. This is your dress, the dress you wanted» his cheeks are burning.

«It-it’s not my dress, it’s yours»

«I-» his eyes widen at the thought of the explanation he has to give you, so many words he wants to groan.

«I saw you liked the dress and-»

«You saw I liked the dress?»

«Yes, I mean- I was in the shop when you came in.» he claims. «I saw you looking at the dress and I thought you’d like it as an apology gift? So I- I was trying to understand the size you were looking for and praying that there was on- only one or that you’d let me buy it for you.» he quickly blurts out.

«There was, but you had already found it and I- I should’ve just walk away but I didn’t and-» he stops again.

«You know the end»

He had already told you what happened but you really didn’t think it was this, with the little details it sounds totally different. The silence makes his way again and Jungkook feels like he’s about to explode for the way his cheeks are heating up, so he’s quick to place the bag in your hands.

«I- I wanted to give it to you and I took it at the rehearsals. Jin- he mistook it for a towel and- this- this is a new one don’t worry. I tried to search for it online but apparently they only sell it in his store and Jin found it today and-»

«Thank you» you cut him off, your warm smile reaching your eyes and now setting on fire his. He’s sure he’s gonna burn by the end of this.

Opening the bag and raising your hands to look at the cloth you realize that you couldn’t care less now. It’s beautiful, but it’s just a piece of cloth. It’s the action behind it that you find more beautiful, even though you would’ve never think about it this way just a few days ago. Jungkook searched for it online, and he grabbed it from you because he wanted to buy it for you. Well, maybe he should learn how to contain himself, but it doesn’t matter. He never wanted to tease you or make you feel uncomfortable, it’s just a consequence of him being around you. And that’s exactly why he acted like that.

«I’m sorry»

«We need to stop to say that» you scoff. «I don’t care anymore, not now that I know what happened»

«So- you- you’re not mad at me?» 

«Why should I be?» you frown at him «Jungkook, I’m not. Honestly, I-» you stop talking to glance at him. And the only thing you can feel is your heartbeat raising until it’s skyrocketing, you can feel it in your ears. An insolite warmth, a weird sense of happiness you never got to really feel. And something inside you is telling you to fucking let go of your armor, break it apart and take a risk for once, just one and just now. Damn, how much you would like to know what’s the taste of his lips, of him. If only you were more bold.

«Trust me, I’m not mad at you» you almost whisper, so low you’re not even sure he heard it.

Jungkook shifts his gaze from you to the dress in your hands, and before he can stop himself the words are already leaving his mouth. 

«Do- do you want to wear it?» he wants to slap his face again.

«Now?»

«You’re right, do- don’t. I mean, if you want to wear it I-»

«Jungkook, stop talking»

You look into his dark doe-eyes fighting the urge to drown in them, but it’s just a matter of understanding it, you already are breathless and desperately swimming to get to the surface.

«I don’t think it’s the right dress code for tonight and Jin is probably waiting for me»

«I- I can give you a ride if you want? I mean, you can stay more, you know that?»

«I wouldn’t like to both-»

«You don’t.» he states, eyes never leaving yours.

«Please, stay? Just a little more. Or let me take you home?» he’s almost imploring for a little bit more of your presence, but he doesn’t care anymore, not now. There’s something inside him that doesn’t want to do anything else than let you know the effect you have on him, what a strong power.

«Alright» you breath out. «I’ll stay, but tomorrow I have to wake up at six, I’ll probably have to go in a little bit»

Jungkook nods and feels the guilt sneaking in at the same time.

«Oh, I didn’t know it. You- you can go»

«Jungkook, I’ll stay for a little bit more. Don’t worry.» you lightly scoff, his worrying for you causes a weird feeling in your chest. «I’d be happy to eat another piece of cake.» you smile.

«Plus, I like being with you» 

Jungkook feels his chest warming, the thought of him making you feel good almost sends him dizzy. He knows that he can’t answer you now, he’d just say or blubber something without any sense, so he just smiles. One of those smiles that you really don’t know what they do to you, but you can feel it.

You end up talking for another five minutes before he goes in to bring a piece of cake to share and to tell Jin he doesn’t have to leave now to take you home, you didn’t tell him if he can give you a ride, but Jin usually leaves pretty late, so it’s not a problem for him.

When he comes back again he’s sure he has never seen someone as beautiful as you. The way the light of the moon lights up your features and the shadows of the night make them look even more charming, the way the light breeze makes you hair swing.

Jungkook sits beside the table and you do the same, body facing the city lights that make you feel a little more small.

«Here» he gives you a spoon. You eat the cake, air filled with light laughters from time to time and light conversation. His presence really seems to make you feel good, lightweight. Like you haven’t felt in months. The end of the time you gave yourself quickly arrives and you end up standing up and ask him for the bathroom before you go home.

The tiredness is taking over you again, but you’re not regretting staying more, not even a little bit. Placing your phone and your purse on the washbasin you start to think of how fast things can change in just the slightest amount of time. Just a couple of days ago you thought he was trying to make fun of you with his friends, and now you’re enjoying their presence and wishing the night would last just a couple of house more, so that you could go to sleep later. But it’s not possible, so you quickly grab your purse and rush back where Jin is waiting for you. You told him before you would be leaving with him, even thought the thought of Jungkook giving you a ride home was screaming to come out, you don’t want to ruin the party by bringing away the birthday boy. Saying goodbye to everyone is like a promise of seeing each other again and you end up sharing your numbers with Namjoon’s girlfriend and with Teahyung, telling each other you’d like to hang out together.

When it’s Jungkook’s turn he hands you your bag with your dress in it knowing you left it on the balcony to go to the bathroom.

«I’ll see you tomorrow?» he asks with a low tone as if it’s a secret.

Thinking about what happened today with your car, you’re not quite sure if you’ll make it to the rehearsals tomorrow, you have to work until midday and if your boss lets you, you’d like to work overtime to save more money, you already spent a bunch of them for the tow truck and you still have to fix your car. You’re just glad your mechanic is a friend of yours and will probably give you a discount.

«I’m not sure I’ll make it, I’ll probably work overtime» you grimace. Jungkook‘s features fall a little bit but he’s quick not to show you and nods. You’re about to tiptoe and leave two pecks on his cheeks like you did with everyone when his hand reaches yours and your heart do cartwheels. Your fingers intertwine for the second time tonight and you can feel your cheeks heating up with his.

Jungkook keeps telling himself to not make you feel uncomfortable, this is a bad idea, but he really doesn’t understand you feel everything but uncomfortable right now. The warmth of his body is so close to yours that you’d like to crush in his arms without any hesitation. Looking up at him, he stares at your face, marveled by the way you make him feel before quickly tilting his head. The action is so fast you don’t have time to understand what’s happening, and in a second his lips are pressed against your forehead, gente and dangerously soft that you’d die to feel them on yours.

Without even realizing it your arm wraps around his back and he feels himself stiffening at the contact, he wasn’t expecting it, and neither his cock, now throbbing in his jeans and remembering him that its better if he lets you go. So he does so, trying to smile as best as he can and ignore the reddish of his cheeks. Thanks to God no one is watching you, or he’d be dead by now.

«Good night, Jungkook. And happy birthday.»

And so you smile at him and turn around to head to the door with Jin.

What a birthday.

It’s only the next day you realize you don’t have your phone. You want to yell at yourself for adding another piece to the puzzle of your stress. You did nothing but run like crazy for the whole morning at work and you thought that at least you could relax during your lunch break but apparently, it’s not possible. You have two free hours and you don’t have any idea about what you’re going to eat for lunch, but you repeat to yourself it doesn’t matter. You’re just praying you told the right address to the cab driver and hoping that he is home. You’re going to Jungkook’s, and the thought alone makes a fluttering sensation rush through your chest, and now you’re even more nervous. You usually wouldn’t break in people’s house like this but it’s the only way, you really need your phone today considering your car is at the mechanic’s and your parents are in the same city as you. You can’t wait until tomorrow and hope he’ll bring it to the studio, this is the only way.

When you find yourself opening the car door and taking a glance to the building in front of you it’s safe to say you feel relieved. At least the address is the right one. Your steps are smooth and you make it to the entrance door without any problem, but when you search for his name on the intercoms you suddenly feel stuck in place, your heart beating faster than usual. Repeating to yourself you need your phone, you press the button and wait for him to answer. A few seconds pass by and you’re already losing hope when finally a bzz signals that the entrance door is just being open. You expected him to ask you who you were but he simply quitted so you stare at the name on the button wondering if you should press it again. Your fingers move faster than your thoughts and a second later you’re waiting for him to answer to tell it’s you, but Jungkook seems to have a different idea and again, he just re opens the entrance door. Sighing gently and giving up, you enter the apartments and get in the elevator.

The thought of being here again is making your chest warm, so warm it feels like a summer day. Last night since the moment your head touched your pillow you thought about him shamelessly, trying to understand the way he made you feel and to categorize it in some kind of way. You found no answer, you don’t even understand yourself when you’re with him. Yesterday has been one of the worst days ever but it took him nothing to make it better for you, even with his stuttering and nervousness, he was able to make you feel... mattered? Since the moment you met him for the first time Jungkook screwed up almost every time you talked, but he always found a way of making it up, maybe with a little bit of unease and already on his way to screw up one more time, but he did. And just the simple fact he cares enough to try even though he knows you so little makes you smile and worry at the same time. You’re not used to all this attention, you’re usually the one who’s always trying to hard, at his place.

The doors open and and you have to go out to let the person in front of you get in the elevator, so you end up staring at his door.

«I’m going now!» a yell comes from inside, you don’t have time to understand whose voice it is or what it’s happening that Jimin is already standing in front of you with his eyebrow raised and a smile forming on his lips.

«Hi, Y/N»

«Jimin, stop teasing me!» Jungkook screams from inside. Jimin widens his eyes and then his lips in a shocked expression as you smile at him.

«Hi, Jimin»

Just the sound of your voice and the maknae is losing it all, rushing to the door to see if his mind played a trick on him. Apparently it didn’t, since you’re staring at him with your mouth open and your breath stuck in your throat, and Jimin has pretty much the same expression.

Why are you... Oh-

«Fuck, I’m sorry» his cheeks heat up and Jimin shuts his eyes as Jungkook realizes he’s not wearing his shirt, fast enough to run to his bedroom that he could challenge the wind. His friend shakes his head.

«I should go, see you» he holds the door open for you to enter and then goes out with a warm smile. The second he shuts it you’re left in a house that now seems ten times bigger than yesterday night, maybe for the lack of people, maybe for the silence. Or maybe because you feel so little in this moment you wouldn’t be surprised if someone stepped on you.

«I’m sorry to break in your apartment like this» you speak out loud, not sure if he hears you. Jungkook bites his lips.

«I forgot my phone and-»

«Here» he shows up from the corner of the short hallway, your phone in his hand.

«Thank you» you grab it and put it in your purse.

«I charged it for you yesterday night»

«Oh, really?» he nods. You smile as another thank you and Jungkook opens his mouth to speak when a low grr fills the air and this time it’s you the one with your cheeks reddening.

«Are- are you hungry?» What a stupid question, of course you are. «I made some pasta if you want it»

«I should be back to work in an hour and a half and I’m not sure I have the time to eat, I have to wait for a cab too»

«I- I can take you? If you want?» he licks his lips. «It’d save you time and the pasta is ready»

He’s right, and your stomach is dying to be filled.

«Alright» you nod and he smiles triumphant, the way his eyes seem to smile at your words makes you wonder.

«Why are you so kind to me?»

Jungkook’s smile turns into a slight pout that makes you want to peck his lips as he raises his eyebrows.

«What do you mean?»

You struggle to find the right words. «I- You... you always try to help me or worry about me, even for little things like when we went to the cafe and you kept on asking me if I wanted to switch drinks. When things become awkward it’s because you try to make a good impression and fail, but you’re always trying.» the tone you’re using makes Jungkook grimace. He can tell you’re not used to this from the way you’re shifting your weight from foot to foot as you speak.

How can he explain it to you? How can he tell you he’s so head over heels for you he can’t even think of stop trying? Jungkook bites the petal of his lips furiously as his mind tries to find the right answer, but there is not and he lets out a strangled groan as he realizes it.

« I... I- I really like you» 

Your expression is blank, totally. His words almost seem not to touch you as he studies every part of your face for a reaction.

«You’re not used to this, ri- right?» he scratches the back of his neck.

«I’m really not» you breath out. Jungkook knits his brows together.

«Do you- you want me stop it?»

«I-» you shake your head «I don’t think so? I’m really not used to it, Jungkook. It may sound incredibly stupid but I never had someone who asked me if I wanted to switch drinks just because he wanted me to taste the best one and not to actually steal it from me.»

«Well, now you have me» his words are firm, so incredibly firm it makes you clench your jaw, and his eyes are the same.

«I- I charged your phone because I was worried you would need it today and couldn’t use it. I’m offering you a ride because I like spending time with you, I don’t want something in return other than you, your time.» his voice his calm and his shoulders seem to loose with every word he says as if he’s letting go of a heavy weight.

It’s all striking you in a second, and the hit is so hard you end up holding your breath. It’s not really the fact he likes you that makes you this stunned, it’s the fact he actually cares. Your parents never showed their affection to you without expecting you to give them something back, wether it was a high grade or a good impression on your neighbors, and when you stopped trying to always give back something their affections towards you had simply stopped, replaced by fake “honey” and other nice words just to cover the fact they didn’t really believe in you enough to show it. And with your friends and coworkers is pretty much the same, always waiting for something in return.

The sudden realization makes your eyes tingle and you vision blurry.

«I’m sorry»

Jungkoook shakes his head and gets closer, the thought that no one ever cared enough to show you how much you matter or acted just for the simple intent of doing something for you and not actually for them wrecks him apart. His mind flies back to when Seokjin told him about your parents and how they acted or spoke to you, he can clearly see the weight of every single word of them in your shiny eyes now, hurting you and making you question his good actions just because you’re used to the most selfish ones. It makes him want to bury you with attention, show you that people can do something for others too and not just to feed their egoistic side.

«Come here» it’s as low as a whisper, but you don’t hesitate a second to let his arms wrap around you, hiding your face on his shirt and soaking it with the tears that are now streaming down your face. His grip is tight and you can hear the stuttering of his heart against your ear, one of his hands gets to your hair and starts to softly, sweetly stroking at them to make you calm down just a little bit, head tilted over yours. His heart is aching seeing you like this.

«I’m sorry»

«Shh, stop saying that. We apologize too much» he holds you even tighter as you fist his shirt in your hands. Jungkook leaves a soft kiss in your hair and your heart skips a beat at the intimacy of the action. It’s only then that you realize you’re really letting someone see this side of you, the one you always try to hide because it’s to fragile to break, the one you hide even from yourself.

Slightly tilting your head upwards to lock eyes with him, Jungkook tries as best as he can to smile at you, even though his chest is has heavy as yours. His hands cup your cheeks, his thumbs caress your skin and wipe your tears away.

«Jungkook»

«Yes?»

«Please, kiss me»

His lips crush onto yours, Jungkook groans at the feeling and you instantly bring one of your hand in his locks as he tastes the salty taste left by the tears. As you lightly bite the petal of his lower lips Jungkook feels like he’s dreaming, and he prays not to wake up. His tongue slides in your mouth, wet and warm against yours, tracing and exploring each other and making you slightly tug at his locks, he moans in your mouth and brings one of his hands to your waist, bringing you closer to his body. The kiss is passionate, so damn needy, but not only in a sexual way. You need love, affection. Jungkook is more than welcome to help you with that, letting you waste all of your insecurities and frustrations on him until you feel completely dried, left with nothing but the realization of his taste on your lips, his hands against your skin, his embrace around you, him. And you need to push away to take it in, letting his forehead hover over yours and his heavy breath crush down on your face. His eyes are looking into yours and they make you feel things you now are able to categorize as humanly impossible, so dark and deep but so bright at the same time, lips still brushing against yours as you both take deep breaths. The frustration in your body is gone, your tears are dried, the only thing left is the need you feel to have him again on you, the desperate desire to taste him again. His mind prepares to the thought of a possible rejection, the idea you begged for him to kiss you just to drift your thoughts away storms his mind but he repeats to himself that whatever thing will come, this was definitely worth it. He’ll just have to face the fact that he just got only one bite of the cake. How can he even believe in it? Your lips are addicting, and he’s already craving for more.

«I could get used to this» you whisper. Jungkook never felt so relieved in all his life than now, letting out a shaky breath heavier than the others.

«Please, do it» he whines making you giggle and bring your lips on his again. This kiss is different from the other, more slow, more sweet, more intimate in a different way cause it’s just about you two. There aren’t emotions to run away from and to waste on the other, the only emotions are the ones you feel for each other. His lips move cautiously on yours as if he wants to taste every single part of you and imprint in his mind, your hand leaves his hair just to reach his neck and then his cheek, resting on his jaw. When you move away he rests his forehead again on yours and tilts down just to leave a few more sweet pecks on your lips, totally addicted to your taste. As you look at him you think this man we’ll send you out of your mind, if he didn’t already.

«Could you get used to me caring about you too?» he breathes. Your smile is bittersweet.

«It might take me a little bit» you answer. Jungkook strokes your cheek with his thumb, showing his bunny smile and making your chest a warmer and happier place.

«Then we’ll practice together, uh?»

«I’d like that»

[demigods-vampires-fae-are-bae]

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo heartbreaking scenes

“Stars,” she whispered. “I can see the stars again, my lady.”

A tear trickled down Artemis’s cheek. “Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight.”

“Stars,” Zoë repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.

- The Titan's Curse, PJO #3 (Chapter 18)

~~ • ~~

“It seems so cruel,” she continued. “We lose someone and finally get them back, only to lose them again.”

- The Tyrant's Tomb, TOA #4 (Chapter 41)

~~ • ~~

As the former praetor and the emperor charged past each other, Jason met my eyes across the ruined throne room. His expression told me his plan with perfect clarity. Like me, he had decided that Piper McLean would not die tonight. For some reason, he had decided that I must live too.

He yelled again, “GO! Remember!”

- The Burning Maze, TOA #3 (Chapter 33)

~~ • ~~

“Frank!” I sobbed.

He glanced over, silently ordering me: GO.

I could not bear it. Not again. Not like Jason. I was dimly aware of Commodus struggling to crawl toward me, to grab my ankles.

Frank raised his piece of firewood to Caligula’s face. The emperor fought and thrashed, but Frank was stronger—drawing, I suspected, on everything that remained of his mortal life.

“If I’m going to burn,” he said, “I might as well burn bright. This is for Jason.”

- The Tyrant's Tomb, TOA #4 (Chapter 36)

~~ • ~~

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. She croaked, “Family, Luke. You promised.”

- The Last Olympian, PJO #5 (Chapter 19)

~~ • ~~

“We can get ambrosia,” Grover said. “We can—”

“Grover,” Luke gulped. “You’re the bravest satyr I ever knew. But no. There’s no healing. . . .” Another cough.

He gripped my sleeve, and I could feel the heat of his skin like a fire. “Ethan. Me. All the unclaimed. Don’t let it . . . Don’t let it happen again.”

His eyes were angry, but pleading too.

“I won’t,” I said. “I promise.”

Luke nodded, and his hand went slack.

The gods arrived a few minutes later in their full war regalia, thundering into the throne room and expecting a battle.

What they found were Annabeth, Grover, and me standing over the body of a broken half-blood, in the dim warm light of the hearth.

“Percy,” my father called, awe in his voice. “What . . . what is this?”

I turned and faced the Olympians.

“We need a shroud,” I announced, my voice cracking. “A shroud for the son of Hermes.”

- The Last Olympian, PJO #5 (Chapter 19)

~~ • ~~

There was a knock on the door, and Nico di Angelo came huffing into the parlor, his cheeks bright red from the cold.

He was smiling, but he looked around anxiously. “Hey! Where’s . . . where’s my sister?”

- The Titan's Curse, PJO #3 (Chapter 20)

~~ • ~~

“You promised you would protect her,” Nico said.

He might as well have stabbed me with a rusty dagger.

It would’ve hurt less than reminding me of my promise.

“Nico,” I said. “I tried. But Bianca gave herself up to save the rest of us. I told her not to. But she—”

“You promised!”

- The Titan's Curse, PJO #3 (Chapter 20)

~~ • ~~

Silena took a heavy, painful breath. “Forgive me.”

“You’re not dying,” Clarisse insisted.

“Charlie . . .” Silena’s eyes were a million miles away. “See Charlie . . .”

She didn’t speak again.

Clarisse held her and wept. Chris put a hand on her shoulder.

Finally Annabeth closed Silena’s eyes.

“We have to fight.” Annabeth’s voice was brittle. “She gave her life to help us. We have to honor her.”

Clarisse sniffled and wiped her nose. “She was a hero, understand? A hero.”

- The Last Olympian, PJO #5 (Chapter 17)

~~ • ~~

He understood how dangerous oaths could be. But Leo didn’t care.

"I’m coming back for you, Calypso," he said to the night wind. "I swear it on the River Styx."

- The House of Hades, HOO #4 (Chapter 52)

~~ • ~~

I didn’t know what to say. We all just stood there, stunned, as Leo gave us hugs.

“Man, what’s up with you guys?” he asked. “Somebody hit you with a flash grenade? So, I got good news and bad news from New Rome, but first…” He scanned our faces. His expression began to crumble. “Where’s Jason?”

- The Burning Maze, TOA #3 (Chapter 46)

~~ • ~~

Nico’s voice was like broken glass. "I–I wasn’t in love with Annabeth."

"You were jealous of her," Jason said. "That’s why you didn’t want to be around her. Especially why you didn’t want to be around… him. It makes total sense."

All the fight and denial seemed to go out of Nico at once. The darkness subsided. The Roman dead collapsed into bones and crumbled to dust.

"I hated myself," Nico said. "I hated Percy Jackson."

- The House of Hades, HOO #4 (Chapter ??)

[ramzawrites]

(Platonic techno x Piglin Hybrid Reader)

Imagine a 7-8 y/o piglin hybrid finds techno's nether portal and out of pure childhood curiosity decides to go through it and ends up in the snow biome. They almost immediately get frostbite and pass out due to living in the nether and usually being warm. Eventually techno finds the child by his nether portal and look's around to see no parents so assumes they are an orphan he goes to pull out his orphan obliterater but the voices get louder telling him to take them home and protect them eventually gives in wraps his cape around them and brings them home to warm them up

(Feel free to ignore if it makes you uncomfortable)

-Anon :)

Kin - Piglin!Child!Reader and Technoblade

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, (mentioned) Philza

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request :]

Summary: Y/N was just too curious! This weird black frame with the purple light was surely not there before! Maybe they should look at it a bit further. The light just looked too inviting!

Words count: 3023

Authors Note: My first Techno fic! YO! I really love him alot! He is one of my favorite CCs and also favorite Character in the dsmp :) Wish I found a better way to cut this one off but I had so much fun writing this!

Y/N’s little Piglin hands slowly traveled up the rough Netherrack that they were hiding behind. Grabbing the edge of the rock as their head followed along, their eyes peaking over cautiously.

There was this weird black frame with what looked like a purple pool inside of it. It emitted a rumbling but kind of musical sound that seemed to call out to Y/N. In fact, they only found this weird portal only due to the sounds. Never in their young life have they heard anything like it.

They have only seen something like this here and there whenever their clan moved on from a region but usually those seemed to be broken. The frame only half finished without a light coming out of it. Elders and the adults would always remind them to stay far away from it since apparently it could be dangerous, but Y/n couldn’t understand how.

It just stood there playing its music that seemed to almost call out to the Piglin. Wanting it to get closer and listen to its magical melody.

How could be something so beautiful be considered dangerous?

Taking another look around, Y/N made sure they were alone. Secretly having run off to follow this sound they managed to pick up on. It’s not like their parents would look for them on account that their parents were already dead.

Now the Elders took care of them, but they were usually too busy with clan business to realize when they ran off on their own adventures.

Once again checking that there were no Ghasts or other dangerous mobs around Y/N climbed over the rock. Landing on what looked like a pathway that led to the black frame.

Closer to the structure Y/N took the time to get a good look at the rock that has been used for the frame. It was a deep black and yet it somehow seemed to have a purple shine. If it came from the vortex between or the rock itself Y/N couldn’t tell, nor did they care enough to figure that out. Too amazed by it.

The sound was now really loud, and Y/N could tell that it came definitely from the purple light. It seemed to swirl in of itself almost like liquid and yet it stayed in the air as if it were glass put between the stone.

Mesmerized by it the child slowly put their hand into the light, trying to figure out what the material was.

But the only thing they felt was how cold it felt and it seemingly pulling on them. Trying to pull them deeper in. Scared Y/N immediately pulled their arm away, holding it close to their chest. Warming the cold limb up with their own body and the temperature of the Nether.

They have never felt anything like this. It was interesting. They knew what cold was but never like this. Only having felt an occasional breeze from jumping around or running around and even then, it was nothing compared to what they just felt.

Was this vortex doing this? Was this the purpose? Is this the dangerous part? How?

Y/N was already so incredible curious, but this really spiked their curiosity. What would happen if they just stood in there?

With this question in mind the kid placed one foot in the frame, soon followed by the next. The vortex completely engulfing them. Purple being the only thing they were able to see. This cold feeling immediately hitting them like a brick wall.

With a surprised grunt with how huge the temperature difference was, the child jumped away, hoping to get back to the familiar warmth but as they did the cold didn’t disappear.

The portal was still there but suddenly there was this bright light all around them. White as far as they could see.

Now panicking the child desperately looked around but their body was still dealing with the sudden temperature drop.

The world spinning around making it difficult for them to get a good look at where they were. Darkness crept in at the edges of their vision which they desperately tried to fight against.

Without realizing Y/N crashed onto the white ground which seemed to be even colder than the air around. Sneaking into the thin clothing and prickling at the skin. Their heart beating incredible fast and, in their ears, and yet they suddenly felt so tired.

The coldness that was so uncomfortable before suddenly turning more comfortable. Their breathing calming down as their eyes fell shut. Submerging themself into the world of darkness.

Luckily for Y/N, Technoblade was on his way towards the Netherportal himself. He managed to run out of Blaze Rods and needed to gather more for his potions only to spot something or rather someone lying face down in the snow.

At first, he assumed that for some reason Tommy managed to knock himself out while wandering over for whatever reason but the closer he got the more he noticed that, no, the body was way too small for that.

Also, he was pretty sure the last time he checked Tommy didn’t sport similar pig ears like Techno.

The voices in his head were pretty calm until they realized “Kin? Our kin? Out here? Our or his kin? Is it our kin as well?”

Techno approached the small body. This child was shaking and wet due to the snow. The clothes soaked. How the hell did that child just survive the travel to the Overworld like that? It was more likely that Piglin’s die during that process and end up as just a husk. A zombie if you will.

Not a lot of Piglin are strong enough to survive this magic. Techno should know he almost died when he traveled over and only survived because he had Philza on his side who helped him through it.

Impressive and yet he didn’t particular care.

“Parents? Orphan? Are they an orphan? Oh! Blood for the Blood God? No! Look at them! They are already dying! They must be something special surviving the portal like that! Are they though? Aren’t they dying? More because of the cold than anything! What about their parents?”

Grumbling Techno stepped into the portal himself, ending up in the warm nether. Hoping to still the curiosity of the voices a tiny bit with this. A sense of nostalgia spreading throughout his body and senses as he looked around the red landscape.

The child’s parents have to be around somewhere. Rule number one in the nether for Piglins was to stay together no matter what. It was dangerous in the Nether and the relationship between blood kin was precious. They must be already around here. Picking up on the child’s scent to find them.

And yet. Nothing.

No Piglin, no anyone.

He wandered a bit in, but he didn’t even spot any close group of Piglin’s running around. Weird. Was that child really alone?

“Check on them! Techno! Check on the child! See if they are still there!” the voices yelled out, infuriating the warrior a bit.

“Alright, alright!” he gave in and once again stepped into the portal. The cold hitting him but at this point he was used to this and managed to reacclimatize himself pretty fast. Not immediately and it still took a few minutes, but he didn’t almost pass out every time.

No surprise there. The child was still laying in the snow.

Once again, the voices flared up in his mind. A few demanding blood while others still expressed their curiosity towards this orphan.

Too busy with his own plans and things to do Technoblade took out his sword aptly called “The Orphan Obliterator”. He just wanted to deal with this situation as fast as he could, so he could move on.

Moving the sword up in the air only for the voices in his head to suddenly erupt loudly.

“No! Stop! Do not! Don’t kill! No! Techno! Please!”

This was very much not like their usual behavior. Usually, they would welcome any chance for bloodshed. Calling for it even in situation where it was just inconvenient and unnecessary but now, they don’t want it? Okay, maybe he should listen in to the voices after all.

“What is going on, Chat?” he asked.

And the voices, even if loudly and talking over each other, answered “Save them! Take them with you! They are special! Protect them! They are your kin if you give them the chance! We are sure! A young child able to survive this? Sounds similar to you Techno! Take them with you! Save them! Please! They deserve the chance!”

The problem with Chat was, they sometimes knew more about the world than Techno and it has paid out listening to them, but they also liked to just follow their whim for fun. Though this seemed to be the former. They realized that the child was special and worth saving, even if only in their ,sometimes omnipotent, eyes.

Sighing Technoblade sheathed his netherite sword and pulled off his red cape.

Realizing what Techno was doing, Chat begun cheering. The voices that had demanded blood before now fully drowned out.

Technoblade knelt down and carefully heaved the piglin onto the cape, wrapping it around them. Their body was unsurprisingly incredibly cold. So cold that Techno worried they didn’t have a lot of time left. Well, worry was a strong word perhaps.

Holding the kid close to his chest he got a good look at their face. Their expression scrunched up in what he assumed to be pain. A few light scars on their face. It wasn’t unusual that Piglins sported a few scars but not that young. The parents were usually too protective over their young.

“Must be a real troublemaker, I bet.” He noted.

Scars already at that age and them running through a portal just like that? Yeah, that child must cross the line between brave and stupid a lot. Not that he could fault them. He wasn’t that much different as a child himself, though he would never admit it out loud.

“They are kinda cute! It’s a child. Children do that. What do we do with them? Save them first. Talk to them. Figure out if they have potential! Kin? Kin! We need to talk to Philza. Dadza! Grandza! Oh! Yes! Grandza!”

Techno shook his head, as if that would make the voices shut up “Chat, please. Don’t assume anything. I might just help them out and find a clan for them to get back to. We don’t have the time for a child to be around. Too busy with the Syndicate.”

While Chat wasn’t happy with it, they seemed to be glad enough that Techno was acting against his instincts to help this orphan out. If the others hear that the Technoblade has helped out an orphan, well, he hoped people won’t. Doesn’t want to be seen as a hypocrite and as someone who keeps his words, and threats.

With the kid in his arms, he made his way back towards his cabin. Apparently, the Blaze Rods had to wait after all.

As he walked up the stairs towards his cabin and walked in, he suddenly got very aware he had no idea what to do. Looking around his eyes fell on his fireplace but that somehow seemed dangerous. Probably bad idea to just lay down an unconscious child right next to the fire, right?

Instead, he remembered that he had a spare bed roll sitting around somewhere.

With the cape still wrapped around the little one he pulled out the bed roll and laid them inside the rolled-out bed. While tucking them in he made sure to let a bit breathing room in. Letting their body slowly warm up instead of instantly.

“Food. Food, Techno. Eat. The child as well!”

Ah, yes. What would he do without the voices reminding him to eat?

Normally he would just pop a potato in the furnace but not this time. If he is already cooking, he might as well cook for the both of them. Soup seemed appropriate. Now, if he only remembers the recipe and instructions Philza gave him way back.

Still a tiny bit annoyed he has to put off getting the Blaze Rods, Techno sat down and begun cutting up vegetables and heating up water. Putting the ingredients into the water and putting spice in after tasting it here and there. It definitely wouldn’t be a masterpiece but as long as it not tasted absolutely horrible and still warmed one up from the inside, this should be fine.

The child better not complain after he already went out of his way saving them from the cold. He really should have just killed them so he wouldn’t need to get through this trouble and could actually get work done but Chat really was acting weird.

The cooking process took longer than he expected. Long enough that his own pig ears suddenly heard some noises, groans, coming from behind him. Looking back, he saw how the small Piglin was moving around in the bed. Slowly sitting up. Their eyes still closed.

“You are awake.” He stated in Piglish. Knowing, that they probably couldn’t speak the common tongue of the Overworld.

They opened their eyes but were still squinting. Either in pain or not used to the light yet.

“Where am I? Who are you?” grunts coming out of their mouth that made up Piglish words.

For a second Techno had to hide his smile as he realized that it has been a long while that he spoke with anybody his native tongue.

“You are in the Overworld. In my home to be specific. You are lucky I found you or you would have frozen to death in the snow. Name’s Technoblade by the way.”

It seemed to be difficult for them to wrap their mind around this new information “Overworld? Technoblade?” they repeated as if this would give them more insight.

Not knowing what else to tell them, Techno turned around and begun pouring the soup into a bowl. Walking over to them to give it to them.

A bit wary the child pulled their arms out of the cape that was still wrapped around them. The white fluff tickling the back of their head. It seemed to be an old cape. The fluffy part not being as fluffy as you would have assumed anymore. The fur dirty and strands glued together. Things that just happened over time even if you washed it quite often.

“My, uh, my name is Y/N.” they spoke, grabbing the bowl and looking inside it.

“I’m not poisoning you, you can eat it. Warms you up and once you feel good enough you can get back into the Nether.” He then proceeded to pour himself a bowl and begun sipping it.

It was edible. That was something.

Y/N kept watch as Techno continued to slowly drink the soup out of his own bowl. Drinking some of the food as well, their eyes widened out of pleasant surprise when the soup seemed to warm them up from the inside. Craving more of this warmth they begun gulping the liquid down in seconds.

This place was certainly warmer then when they got out of the portal but it was still cold enough for them to shiver. Where in the world were they? Never have they seen any of these materials around them. Grey cold stone, dark brown wood, white walls decorated with colorful pictures? It seemed almost unreal to them.

“How are you feeling squirt? Good enough to go home yet?” There was a bit of hope in Techno’s voice. The sooner this passed the better in his book.

“Home.” Y/N once again repeated what Techno said only to hold the bowl up towards him. A shy but determined expression on their face.

It took Techno a second before he understood what they wanted “More? More soup?”

The child enthusiastically nodded.

Sighing Techno got up from the chest he was sitting on to refill Y/N’s bowl and as he pushed the warm bowl back into their hand Y/N opened their mouth again “Uh, Overworld? I am in the Overworld? What- What is that?”

“A different world to where you come from. It has hot places and cold places. Different things and different mobs as well. Very different but both places are connected. You came through one of the portals that lead to this place, it also leads back to the Nether. Now, tell me something. I haven’t seen your parents. I was looking for anyone but there was no one. Not even a random group walking around.”

Y/N first slurped more from the soup before they answered “My parents are gone. I live with my clan. I always run off and they get mad at me.”

Techno knelt down to Y/N and softly pressed his hand against their forehead which made Y/N freeze. Scared and confused with what he was doing.

He let out a deep breath, wincing as a few voices begun yelling inside his mind “Ah. Seems like you have a fever. Guess I could help you through it and in the meanwhile try to find your clan. Might as well show you a bit of the Overworld while we are at it. Not a lot of Piglin get the chance to see the Overworld after all. You certainly are a special case.”

Then he turned around and talked to the air “Happy now Chat?” Turning back around to face Y/N again “Are you okay with that, Y/N?”

It was still difficult for them to grasp the whole of the situation but to get the chance to explore this Overworld? With this Technoblade Piglin? Their curiosity was certainly piqued. Maybe they were still too tired, and their head was pounding but there was this little voice in their head that urged them on.

That told them “Go for it. You will learn a lot! He might be your true kin.”

So, they nodded silently agreeing in Piglish “Yes. I think I am okay with it.”