#then eventually some time later maybe after half time in the rooms she's fixed the loose one

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Don't get me started on this girl's hair

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I have. SO MANY THINGS. That I want to send you. I for now I'll stick to this:

In another story, there would be lights and floating and a magical bout of healing. In this story, there is nothing. Just the stillness of the woods. Just a young girl’s weeping. Just a scarecrow’s chest, shifting up and then down, like an imitation of one long shuddering breath. The girl does not notice.

And, if you want another:

Kate opens her eyes, eventually. So much of her life these past few weeks have been defined by sleep and waking from it. Mostly by the fact that she wasn’t doing it alone. She is alone now. Slowly, whole body aching, she drags herself into something that could be called sitting if the definition of sitting was particularly generous. She feels like her muscles were replaced by rocks, and her bones with lead. An indeterminable time later, someone bustles in and retrieves a book from the shelf, muttering quietly. Kate watches him, in a bit of a daze. Not the same one as before, she notes, and doesn’t know quite what to do when he turns around and drops his book with a start at the sight of her. "Oh!" the boy says, "you're awake!" Kate blinks at him, not really feeling awake in the slightest. He smiles, anxiously, and bends to pick up his novel, one hand reaching up to fidget with his glasses. "I'll go get Mr. Benedict!" he says, and scurries out of the room. Mere moments later, his bald head pokes back in. "I mean- uh. Unless there is anything you need?" Kate blinks at him, and snacks her lips. "Water?" she croaks. And the boy nods. "I'll be right back." Kate might have fallen asleep sitting up, but it seems only half of a second before the boy is back with a half full cup of water. Her fingers shake trying to hold it up, water trembling into miniature whirlpools in the glass. Has she ever felt this weak before? She can't think of any times before today where even picking up a glass of water was almost too much.

(I hope those are less than 500 words. I'm not sure. But you are just too incredible at writing <3)

"In another story, there would be lights and floating and a magical bout of healing. In this story, there is nothing. Just the stillness of the woods. Just a young girl’s weeping. Just a scarecrow’s chest, shifting up and then down, like an imitation of one long shuddering breath.

The girl does not notice."

One thing to know about me is I love reversals of expectations. I love when a reader's understanding of how a story works is met with something that contradicts it- not necessarily in a bad way, but definitely in a new way. I think it's fascinating, particularly when it's done well.

Fairytales are built off of these sort of expectations. We follow the story from Once Upon A Time to Happily Ever After, and we know to expect the pitfalls and magic and the hopes and the dreams. So when writing a fairy-tale esque version of The Mysterious Benedict Society- writing a platonic fairytale, which is already counteracting some of those basic premises- I wanted something different for where usually the magic swoops in and fixes everything.

(MBS, in a lot of ways, already contradicts the presumptions of a 'happily ever after' for the grand majority of the kids, but that's a different post)

In the earliest drafts, the magic WAS quick. Milligan was cured in the forest, and he carried Kate to Mr. Benedict's house. But I didn't get very far before it felt.... I don't know. Too easy, maybe. This series has always done such a good job at letting consequences and fears and pains feel real. I wanted to capture that, even if it is a world of magic.

So Milligan is not instantly cured. Instead, you have just the start: one, shuddering breath for a body that has not had to breathe for a very long time. Kate has to push past her physical duress again. She has to save him, again. ("You saved me first.") She has to choose him, again and again and again.

I think what I wanted to capture here, in this scene, and the ones that follow it, is that aspect of how love is a choice. It's a choice we have to make over and over again, to reach out, to forgive, to care. It is not one big confession. It is not one pivotal moment, there and settled. It's not the way we expect these things to happen, in fairy tales. It's a journey. If Kate had left him, if Kate had decided to not forgive his absence - no matter how much it wasn't his fault- and her own loneliness, if she hadn't stayed by his side and expressed that love day by day, the transformation wouldn't have happened.

But she does, and the start gets to become something more <3

For the second scene, it wraps back round to the way the MBS series depicts consequences. I wanted this magic to take its toll. I wanted it to feel heavy. Making Kate slow and lethargic and tired was a simple way of doing it, because we all love and know Kate for her energetic and vibrant spirit. Her physical proess is unmatched. Usually.

(Kate likes doing the things she's good at best. When you take that away from her, who does she become?)

I picked Sticky for this scene cause I feel like his awkwardness would be just enough to make him flail a bit. With Kate so out of it, the whole situation must have felt sort of surreal, which must also be interesting for her to experience (and fun for me to write!) because usually she's so sharp and spatially aware.

I also picked Sticky cause I like making sure all the kids get to appear in my fics in some small way. Reynie had his turn!

Anyways, thank you for indulging my rambles. :3

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bloodsucker chapter 3: trost fair

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it was finally friday. i didn’t have any more literature lectures to attend; giving me time to push down my emotions from the week. i’m over it. it doesn’t matter. because, well it doesn’t. who is eren to me anyway? i was doing what i always did: obsessing over situations i have no control over. convincing myself eren’s words didn’t affect me was the easiest way of dealing with it. eventually, i started to really believe it. 

“sash! get up!” i yelled, barging into her room. she was sprawled out on her bed; limbs going in every direction possible. i chuckled as her torso shot up, her eyes going wide, “what!” she spoke, exasperated. “we have chem in twenty minutes, dummy.” i left her room, walking the short distance to the kitchen. taking out two slices of bread to put in the toaster, i notice hitch walking out of her room, “morning, want any toast?”

hitch rubs at her eyes, trying to wake up. “sure, thanks,” her voice still scratchy from sleep. i throw in another slice, and turn my body fully towards her, “i feel like i never get to see you!” i kept my tone sweet, but i couldn’t help the bite that came through. 

she softly chucked, sitting down on the island barstool that finally shipped. pouring water into a glass she spoke, “yeah, i’ve actually been sleeping at alpha phi most nights.”

i remembered that was the sorority historia was in. were they getting closer? i made a mental note to watch my mouth around hitch. “oh cool, were you going to join?” if she did, would she move out? maybe sasha and i would have an extra room after all. 

“i migh-” hitch was swiftly cut off my sasha sprinting out of her room, “i totally forgot we had chem today!” she dramatically groaned. “hange’s sweet and all but damn i really don’t know what they’re talking about most the time,” she stalked her way over to the toaster, taking out the slices, putting them on one plate; attempting to save them all for herself. 

i scoff, “um, hello! two pieces are for me and hitch.” sasha whips her head toward the other side of the kitchen, spotting hitch for the first time this morning. she gave an uneasy laugh, “sorry!” hitch gave her a laugh as well, joining us on the other side, grabbing all the fixings for toast. “i gotta run to class, i’ll see you later though?” it was a question, like she didn’t know if she would be coming back tonight. hitch ran out, rawdogging the toast with no napkin or plate. 

sasha and i bid farewell before leaving ourselves. on our way to class, i warned sasha, “i know you have no filter, but keep your shit locked around hitch. i think she’s bestie-boos with historia.” sasha really doesn’t have a filter; she’ll talk about the last shit she took to a total stranger. 

she groaned, “i’ll try! she seems kinda sweet, i’m surprised she’s getting sucked into all that.” she shoved the lsat piece of bread into her mouth; which was about half the slice. her cheeks grew, trying to accompany the size.

“really? i think she’d fit in perfectly,” i laughed at my own comment. as we reached the science hall, i opened the door for sasha. “do you have classes later today,” she asked.

i thought about the empty day ahead of me. i knew my mind would start to wander back to eren with the lack of work to keep me occupied. “nope. first and only class.”

“good! we’re going to the fair in trost later,” sasha’s face lit up. the fair was annual, and you could find everyone at sina there at some point.  “ooh! the fair’s back already? who’s going?”

“the usual. your boytoy and connie. i think mikasa and armin said eren might go, but don’t get your hopes up.” the comment was laced with sarcasm, but my hopes started to soar. my pace stumbled as i tripped over my own feet. no. don’t. i tried to convince myself. you’re over it. you’re over it. i was familiar with the sound the mantra created in my mind. at this point, the phrase felt tattooed on my brain. 

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i stared into the mirror for what felt like hours. attempting to fix every single hair out of place. “stop making out with the mirror,” sasha teased. “you look like a tool, thanks to me,” she walked over, adjusting the shirt to show more of my collarbone. i wore a miniskirt, but since it was colder out, legwarmers were scrunched up on my calves. 

giggling, i replied, “if i didn’t have you i’d be walking around naked.” sasha placed two fingers in her mouth, making an obnoxiously loud whistle; “wish we got to see more of that!” she teased further. flipping her phone over on my desk, she checked the time. “shit! jean’s already here!” she made a beeline toward the door, and i followed close behind, grabbing my purse on the way out. 

jean’s radio was blasting so loud, we could hear it halfway across the parking lot. gasolina, huh. must be connie on the aux. i laughed out loud at the thought. sash and i climbed into the car; i sat behind jean as per usual. “wassup sluts!” connie greeted us, holding his hand in the back to dap each of us up. he’s such a boy.

“damn gimmie a bite of that!” connie yelled,  gesturing to my skirt; biting his teeth together loudly to make a ‘chomp’ sound that echoed in the closed car.

“EW connie, fucking weirdo!” sasha yelled, reaching her hands on either side of his headrest, yanking each of his ears. he let out a high pitched scream, making all of us cover our ears in pain. “im trying to drive!” jean yelled back, sounding like a frustrated dad, “quiet the fuck down!” it was his turn to abuse connie, sticking his hand out and slapping it into his throat. connie clutched it dramatically, gurgling and making sounds of death

as the laughter in the car died down, i noticed three bodies missing from our party. but there was only one in particular i was concerned with. . i couldn’t figure out why i wanted eren to go so bad.  jean’s car isn’t even big enough for three people. i reminded myself. they’re just taking another car.

the rest of the long ride was full of arguing and screaming. rides with this trio usually were. “i’m so exited for the churros i haven't had any in so long,” sasha practically drooled at the thought of it. 

“we know fatass,” connie said, looking over at jean and giggling like little girls. connie began to shake in his seat at his own joke, jerking his body into the back continuously. sasha attempted to hit him from behind, but he was moving too much for any to land. “oh look, i think i can see armin’s blonde ass hair,” jean roughly pointed out of the window, and i turned my head to see. 

after glancing around, i was able to spot armin. with a raven haired girl and a moody boy with a manbun. my stomach did cartwheels and i fought the smile on my face. you don’t care. i reminded myself. jean pulled into the nearest space, and we all filed out quickly. jean gave my shoulders a shove, pushing my body forward, “move it!” he continued to poke at my back. 

“asshole!” i pushed his chest, but he’s too broad to falter. “you look good though,” he commented as he looked me up and down. 

“thats what i said!” connie yelled, before coming up to my face and licking my cheek. i stood astonished for a few moments. i heard sasha gasp before she began giggling with jean. “ew! no the fuck you didn’t std-bag!” he started running toward the entrance of the fair; i kept pace with him before jumping on his back, locking him in a chokehold. 

“mikasa! wait up!” i heard from behind me. sasha had sped up her pace too, calling over the second group. at the mention of her name, she turned around, face lighting up. “hey! you guys made it here pretty quick!” eren turned around, locking eyes with me. i faltered my hold on connie, eventually letting go and hopping off his back. 

“so did you,” jean directed to mikasa. armin made his way to me and sasha, hugging her before me. “i’m glad you guys made it!” it was weird to see the three of them together. i had gotten so used to it being mikasa and armin as just a duo. 

“ay, where my hug at armin,” connie had a false bravado, sticking his arms out. armin skipped over to connie, embracing him. we watched as his hands slipped down to connie’s ass, gripping his cheeks tightly. our group erupted in laughter from the abnormal behavior from armin; maybe he’s been spending too much time with connie. in all the greeting commotion, eren slipped away. “hurry up!” he shouted at us with a half turned head. he set the pace of the group, and we walked faster to catch up. 

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after being at the fair for a few hours, eren was still acting like a wet blanket. if we played a game, he watched from the sidelines. going on a ride? he stood in line and skipped out as we boarded the coasters. mikasa tried her best to include him, but he just wouldn’t budge. everytime her extended arm was rejected, her and armin were visibly taken aback. hurt flashed in their eyes; they looked like kicked puppies. 

“you know he’s in my history class. i was tying my hair back and he literally called me filthy? like what is he even on?” sasha’s voice pulled me back to reality. we now stood in line for the churros sasha’s been dying to get her hands on. the three boys were engrossed in their own conversation. 

“man, floch is so wild. i try to stay at least thirty feet away at all times.” i pulled my features in disgust at the thought of him. floch had a habit of rubbing everyone the wrong way. sometimes i feel bad everyone hates him, and then he opens his mouth and i’m reminded why. “i was on my way to class and he slapped my ass. in broad daylight!” mikasa told her story, genuine awe still laced her voice. 

connie scoffed, joining in. “i expect nothing less from that pervy freak,” he turned to face us now.  

“takes one to know one,” jean poked at him. “no need to by hypocritical, jean.” connie’s voice was bitter when spitting out his name. “i know you slap y/n’s ass all the time!” he proclaimed. 

jean laughed while i gasped, punching connie in the shoulder. “you don’t get to laugh bottom!” i directed towards jean whose face became bright red in embarrassment. “aw, jean-boy’s blushing,” sasha commented, giggling at jean’s state. 

as the laughter died down, i became aware of the cold air nipping at me. the thin long sleeve definitely wasn’t enough to keep me warm. i brought my arms up to cradle my chest, rubbing the sides of my arm. “cold?” jean asked, bringing his head closer to my ear. i nodded. before he could respond, i felt something being thrown on my back. i flipped my head around, eren held his own jacket to my shoulders, ensuring it didn’t slip. 

jean rolled his eyes before walking away. jeez, lot of tension between them today. whatever their issue was, i don’t think they have plans on resolving it. i wrapped eren's jacket closer to my body. the fabric was cold, despite him wearing it, but it was a lot warmer than being exposed to the frigid air. “i’m gonna head to the bathroom,” my announcement seemed to fall on deaf ears. all but for armin who turned his head, “do you want me to walk with you?” genuine concern laced his voice. “no, i’ll be fine!”

i turn the corner after coming out of the bathroom building. immediately running into something stiff and soft. it took me aback for a moment, but i pulled away as soon as i came back to my senses. it was.. bertholdt?! he looked back at me with wide eyes, “y/n,” his voice was low, “you’re here!” he seemed to be just as taken aback as me, but eventually color spread on his face. 

“hey! who are you here with?” i asked, taking another step away after realizing how close we were. beretoldt shifted awkwardly on his feet before responding, “yeah, uh, i came with reiner.” his tone was a bit unsure. i chucked at him, “what are you on a date or something?”

his eyes blew wide before denying profusely, “what no, no! i me-” he abruptly stopped talking and i soon felt an arm sling around my shoulders. the hand slipped down my arm, pulling me into the front of a body. the grip was cold and possessive; i looked up, immediately being captured in eren's eyes. he looked my face over, almost as if checking if i was okay before staring at bertholdt. eren’s arm gripped me even tighter, if that was possible. 

the two boys started at each other; eren’s gaze was viscous but bertholdt looked like prey. “um, i was getting churros for the group,” i gulped, “wanna tag along bert?” my offer was sincere, although the gesture was made in an attempt to break the tension. he briefly met my eyes, before looking back at eren, “no, i should go back to reiner.” he lifted his hand up for a weak wave of goodbye before swiftly turning around. 

eren and i stood in the same position, staring at the now empty spot. “that was weird,” i looked back up at him. 

“yeah,” eren scoffed as a response. he rolled his eyes lightly before meeting my gaze. 

“no. you. you were weird.” eren looked at me, almost astounded that I addressed him that way. his brows furrowed; in anger or confusion i wasn’t sure. “it was weird because he wants to fuck you.” i jerked my head back in surprise, and my brows began to furrow as well. eren took my reaction as a sign to remove his grip from my arm, and i immediately craved for more contact between us. 

“and? that’s your business how..” bertholdt always acted shy like that, but even if he was ‘trying to get in my pants’ it wasn’t any of eren’s business. especially after the way he’s acted towards me. “just warning you,” he smirked coldly, mocking me. scoffing, i fully pushed away from his body and walked away. 

i felt his presence behind me. turning my head, i could see he was a few paces behind, “stalking me now?” i chuckled lowly. 

“just protecting you,” he joked back, but there was seriousness behind his tone. like he really intended to protect me. “from..” i dragged the end out, urging him to explain what he thought was so dangerous. 

“the big bad wolves,” he deadpanned. turning to look at his face, his face was stone cold and dead serious. he bore into my eyes, as i burst out in laughter at his composure.  “like beretoldt apparently!” my arms clenched my stomach and i tucked tighter into eren’s jacket. sure, bertholdt was tall but he wouldn’t hurt a fly. eren’s evaluation of him was dead wrong. 

“the biggest and the baddest,” a light smile adorned his face as he continued the joke. the first i had ever seen up close. my breath hitched in my throat. we locked eyes, before his eyes drifted to something behind me. turning my head, i attempted to see what captured his attention. the ferris wheel. we still hadn’t gone yet; the park grounds would probably be closing soon. 

“wanna go?” i ask. he turns his attention back to me, but i can see the hesitance in his eyes. “we should probably get back. don’t want anyone to worry.”

“they won’t, just send a text,” reaching out, i grabbed hold of his hand and slipped my first two fingers around his pointer. “come on,” i urged. before he started moving his feet, i had to tug his arm a few times, but he gave in, diverting his head down to hide the small smile on his face. 

the line was vacant; everyone was probably already on their way out. the ride conductor smiled at us, before extending his hand to help us in the cart, “watch you step!” i took his hand, guiding myself into the capsule’s seat. however, eren ignored his gesture, opting to get in on his own. i rolled my eyes at that. as the door shut us in, he took out his phone. “armin said they’re all gonna leave in jean’s car. i’ll just drive you back to your dorm.” he put it back in his pocket quickly, looking up at me. we stared at each other; just breathing. 

his gaze awakened the butterflies; they spread into my throat, almost suffocating me. clearing it, i broke eye contact. “how long have you been friends with them for?” eren seemed to notice my momentary discomfort. 

“i met everyone last year. jean and i had biology together and he introduced me to everyone after he leached onto me for homework answers,” i joked. i would always be thankful to jean; sina wouldn’t be the same without any of them. 

“sounds like jean,” eren scoffed; at the mere mention of jean or comparing him to a leach, i wasn’t sure. “yeah. such an ass,” i tried to break the tension, “sasha and i definitely got closest, though.” 

his eyes lit up at the mention of sasha, “it’s hard to not get along with her.” he turned his head down, attempting to cover another smile fighting its way onto his features. being stuck in a cart with eren neither of us could get out of gave me confidence to ask around his past, “how long have you known everyone?”

he twitched slightly, but eventually answered. “well, mikasa and armin as long as i can remember. i know the rest from highschool but sasha and connie were a grade below us. really it was mika and armin that got closer to the three of them than i did.” was he lying? if i hadn’t seen the picture i would’ve believed him. he has a convincing poker face. but they were definitely closer than he was letting on. 

his lie prompted a twinge of anger. first he abandons his friends and then he acts like they weren’t even that close? remembering their behavior today made me snap at him, “armin and mikasa really hurt when you weren’t here,” my confidence didn’t get me far; it came out as a whisper. his demeanor immediately changed and his posture stiffened. fuck, must’ve hit another off-limits topic. “you don’t know anything,” he practically growled. it was the most viscous i heard him speak; it almost didn’t even sound human. 

my jaw went slack. he looked back up to meet my gaze, and his face was set in its usual state. “historia’s from washington. she went to rose high school too. crazy coincidence huh, wonder if you knew each other,” his tone was even; like he could control it again. my mind started racing. it was his turn to catch me off guard. how could he know? “i-” my voice cracked. i couldn’t continue, too baffled to form a thought. 

“don’t dig around in my past, and i’ll do the same.” his face was smug now, happy he was finally able to one-up me. questions thrummed in my mind as my breathing picked up. 

i looked onto the fair below through the wires of the capsule. i took deep breathes in, trying to control the knot in my throat. you don’t care. she doesn’t matter anymore, i began repeating. pushing everything down, i focused on the stands below. i locked my eyes on a bear from the ring toss. it was the biggest one there; hanging from the highest shelf. it looked like one i had back in washington; i smiled at the thought. i refused to meet eren in the eyes, focusing on that bear until the ferris wheel completed it’s course. 

getting out first, i promptly started to make my way towards the exit, “have a good night!” the conductor bid a goodbye. i turned to wave when eren’s pace caught up to mine. he started walking in the wrong direction. “eren! wrong way dumbass,” my first words were coarse; forcing me to clear my throat again. “eren!” i yelled again, but he didn’t break his pace. what an attention whore.

giving in, i followed him, careful to keep pace between us. he marched his way over to one of the stands, hopping over the counter of the first one. it was the ring toss. he outstretched his hand, grabbing the bear on the top shelf. once it came undone, he walked over to me and outstretched his hand to offer the bear. 

“eren!” my voice was loud, and i quickly lowered it, “don't steal that! what’s wrong with you!” i looked around the fair, but no one was near us. 

he lightly laughed at me, “for the nerve i hit.” i fought the smile on my face, but it was useless. setting the pace, he changed directions to the exit. “cars this way dumbass,” he barely turned his body to mock me. an apology sat on my tongue, but i kept it back. i don’t think he likes the word sorry. 

the car ride was quiet, and the blasting heater made me truly warm for the first time tonight. the bear at my chest provided a pillow; i felt my eyes close. 

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i awoke to a light jostling. my eyes fluttered open as i realized i was being carried. two arms were tightly gripped under my arms and legs. one of mine was hanging, the other slug around a neck. eren’s neck, i noticed as i looked up at his face. he met my eyes quickly. “you wouldn’t wake up,” he scrunched his nose in a feature akin to disgust. “heavy ass sleeper,” he muttered under his breath. i could feel him bend down, and his grip loosened. i hopped out of his arms, putting balance back on me feet. 

“my night in shining armor,” i teased him. he turned his face away, furrowing his brows. we didn’t have much further to walk; almost back at my dorm. “we still have a project to do,” eren nagged as i yawned, still not entirely awake. “i know, i know. we’ll finish it this weekend.”

jamming my keys into the door, i opened it, walking halfway inside before turning around. “night, eren.” he nodded, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans before walking back to the parking lot. 

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a/n: gasolina is connie's song idec

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Explosions Across Lifetimes - Chapter Eighteen: Quiet Confrontations - 3k words

Sausage needs to have a talk with two people. It probably goes better than any of them were thinking, a lot calmer too.

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A few days later Fwhip is sat in his study, humming to himself absentmindedly, fiddling with one of his redstone crystals. The very project he’d been trying to work on for a little while now. The things had been mostly successful at driving off the corruption, and had given his empire an easier time doing so than a few others. The main problem was how much redstone, and how much careful tinkering with the red dust, was required to make them. They had needed to use them sparingly when clearing out the corruption, the people and Fwhip having to do a fair amount of the work by themselves. Clara had especially hated the work, and her half hearted complaints had been amusing to hear. She “wasn’t much for gardening,” as she has put it, so digging around for roots wasn’t one of his friend's favorite activities.

Now Fwhip was sat at his desk, trying to brainstorm new ways to use these little crystals. Redstone itself was already used to power things, and he was wondering if his crystals could provide an even more powerful and effective version of what the regular dust could do. These things he’d made were already so unique, so one of a kind. It would be a shame to only have one really specific use for them in the end.

As he fiddled with the crystals he slowly started to realize how uncomfortable this chair was for his back, and grumbled something quietly to himself. He’d had some moderately serious back pain since the arena fight, and had hoped it was just a part of the healing process.Though all that stuff should’ve been mostly fixed with all the potions he was fed before. Maybe there were still some leftover sprains, or fractures. Something like that, he didn’t know how backs worked. And yes, maybe the Count was using that as an excuse to ignore it, but he’d told himself if it got any worse he’d do something about it. Eventually.

His thinking session was interrupted by Clara’s familiar call, and a knock at the door of his study. The Count had a visitor it seemed, and he didn;t mind it too much at the moment. Maybe he could come up with a better use for his crystals later, since his brain was currently more than a little empty for ideas.

Fwhip stood from his chair, not knowing who to expect when he opened it. Last time he’d thought it was Sausage, or Gem, but then his codboy had gone and surprised him. And ok, maybe part of him was hoping that would happen again, but he wasn’t disappointed to see his brother’s face on the other side of the door. He was the opposite of disappointed, in fact, he was a little excited. If Sausage was able to travel, he had to be healing well!

“Hey buddy!” The Count smiled, flashing a toothy grin at Mythland’s King. The other had said he’d visit as soon as possible, and it seemed said visit had come sooner than he’d expected. “You doing good?”

Sausage gave a little chuckle, and smiled back. “As good as I can right now!”

“That’s good, that’s good!” Fwhip purred, tail curling up behind him unconsciously. “Come in! Come in!” He opened the door further, scooting to the side a bit to let Sausage path. The brunette, well accustomed to Fwhip’s manor, shuffled inside the room without much protest. Though he did notice the slight tension in his brother’s shoulders, and Fwhip frowned slightly at the sight.

“Sooo, why’re you here?” He asked, pulling out a spare chair for the other, one much nicer than his own desk chair. Sausage gave a grateful nod, and basically slumped into the seat as he did so. Fwhip had to wonder if the brunette was still a bit weak after all.

“Here to like, talk about some stuff. Ya know, all the things I kinda did.” Sausage’s smile turned into a strained one as he spoke, and Fwhip’s frown deepened.

“Yeah,” He huffed. “ That stuff.” The half dragon scooted his own chair closer to Sausage, just a bit away from his desk, before plopping himself down in it.

Sausage wasted no time, getting straight to the point. “I’m sorry.” He said, gaze fixed firmly in his lap. “I kinda attacked everyone a lot, sided with a demon because I wanted power, accidentally set you guys up in a death trap, tortured our sister, almost got your boyfr-”(hes rambling)

“Stop.” Fwhip cut off him before he could speak anymore, and Sausage looked up at him. His expression was slightly surprised, and he probably wanted to protest and keep talking, but the Mythlander kept quiet instead.

“You did most of that stuff when you were possessed, or… whatever the other thing was,” Fwhip began, making sure his voice stayed gentle. “It’s not your fault, you didn’t know what you were doing, did you?”

“Not until afterwards, no. I was kinda horrified when I found out later I gotta be honest.”

“Then it’s fine.” Despite Fwhip’s firm tone, Sausage’s gaze still held traces of doubt. Like he was still convinced that it wasn’t fine, and the Count had a feeling that issue wouldn’t be going away anytime soon.

“And Jimmy he’s…he’s not my boyfriend .” The Count added, feeling how his face turned slightly pink at the explanation, one he probably wasn’t wording very well. “We’re not…. there yet.” Sausage blinked, and then nodded. He was curious naturally, but knew it wasn’t his place to press further.

“I’m sorry for being stupid and power hungry then.” The Mythlander continued his earlier thought when Fwhip was done speaking. His voice had been low, somber and laced with guilt since he sat down; a strong contrast to its usual boisterous tone. “And all the stuff I did when I wasn’t possessed too…”

“Thanks for it.” Fwhip smiled, yet Sausage still looked doubtful.

“Are you sure about…accepting my apology n’ all that?” His voice was so unsure, so fragile that it hurt. Sausage seemed so sure he didn’t deserve to be friends with them again or something, and Fwhip hated that. He loved the guy, but this was one of the stupidest things he’d ever been convinced of, right up there with the very demon that brought them here.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, claws absentmindedly tapping against the arm of his chair, the Count trying to make it look more like an idle thing then let his slight frustration leak through.

“Because I did horrible things, tried to help a demon destroy the world.” Sausage’s response came far too fast for Fwhip liking, and all he could do was stare at Mythland’s King while he gathered his words.

“I forgive you because you feel bad about it. And because you’re basically my brother.” Sausage looked like he wanted to say something more, maybe protest again, but his mouth stayed firmly shut. No more words came to either of them, and the topic was eventually changed.

“What was that other thing, anyway? The not demon possessed one?” Fwhip asked, voice turning from a more serious tone to a curious one. He’d never really been told what that was all about, and was still confused by what Gem meant about all that aura stuff.

“Long story short, basically the evil part of my soul that got stronger when Xornorth started doing stuff. Whenever that part took control I blacked out.” Well, out of all the explanations the half dragon had been thinking to hear when he asked the question, that certainly wasn’t one of them. If anything he was betting on another demon or something, like some kinda Xornoth minion.

“You have so many evil problems man.” Fwhip shook his head, in disbelief. How this guy managed to get basically possessed twice, he would never know. Maybe his brother was just like, an evil magnet or something. That would seem about right.

“Tell me about it!” Sausage let out a small, genuine giggle at that. The two men fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments, both of them alone in their own thoughts while they searched for something to say. And it was the Count who broke it first, his voice gently when he next spoke.

“I’m glad you're back, really, I am.” Fwhip felt like they were repeating this part of the talk with that, but didn’t mind. He truly was glad Sausage was back with them, for he didn’t know what he would’ve done if the other had stayed gone for good.

“Me too.” Sausage smiled. “God, I missed you guys sooo much!” Fwhip couldn’t help but let out a giggle at that. It was then Sausage finally noticed all the redstone on his desk, and asked what the Count had been working on. Fwhip, who had been kinda waiting for his brother to ask about that, went on a rant almost immediately. And kept going until he ran out of thoughts about the little crystals, Sausage adding in little comments and ideas in between, and just overall fueling his fire for a little bit.

“I saw Gem yesterday, hung out at the Cliffs for like twelve hours. Doing stuff just like we used too.” Sausage found his next topic with a hum. Stuff they used to do was just…normal hanging out, helping Gem with a spell sometimes even. It hadn’t been all that long ago either, less than a year since the three of them had time to hang out, and Fwhip mourned that they hadn’t been able to do so recently.

“Was there more talking?” He asked, and noticed how Sausage’s face fell a bit.

‘Yeah, there was” The other just looked off to the side for a moment, and the Count had to imagine it was one of the harder conversations he’d needed to have.

“You have a lot of that to do, don’t you?” Fwhip smiled lightly, standing and moving closer to Susage’s chair. If the Count had to do that many emotional talks he’d think he’d start to lose it a bit, honestly. Sausage was just lucky he was more of an embracing the negative feelings kinda guy.

“Looks like it.” His brother huffed, the small smile from before slowly creeping its way back onto his features. “But it's working! I think so anyways…”

“Why wouldn’t it work?” Fwhip smiled, and lightly jostled Sausage’s shoulder as he stood. The brunette rolled his eyes, and playfully shoved him in return. Fwhip just gave him one last push, and moved to put the spare chair back in it’s place.

“Speaking of talking, I was going to go see Jimmy later.” Sausage continued speaking as the Count put the item back in place, sounding apprehensive about the subject. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” Fwhip said, now facing his brother again.

“Yeah..” Sausage just smiled back, and went to make his leave. The half dragon was a little sad the visit had to be cut so short, and hoped there would be another one fairly soon. He was already planning a surprise drop in to Mythland within the next week, and Sausage wasn’t even out the door yet.

“Say hi for me?” Fwhip asked, the other already opening the study door to leave before the half dragon could even blink. The man must be really nervous for that chat with Jimmy then, if he was in such a hurry to get it over with. He didn’t think Sausage’s visit to the Codlands would go horribly, but it could also not be a good one. He was hoping it ended up being a good visit, for both rulers' sakes. Before leaving the room, Sausage turned to beam at him. “Sure!” The brunette smiled, and went on his way to visit his neighboring emperor.

Jimmy wasn’t really expecting the person to be Sausage knocking on his door if he was being entirely honest about it. If anything, he was expecting Fwhip. Maybe even Lizzie. Yet Sausage stood outside of his front door when he opened it, in his usual Mythland robes, just lacking his signature crown for some reason.

“…Hi Jim!” The Mythlander’s greeting was awkward, and he stood far too still. Jimmy tried to stop himself from frowning at that. It wasn’t like Sausage to be so stiff, he was usually very animated, always moving around or making some sort of gesture. It just showed how unsure he was, like he didn’t think he had any right to be there, when he absolutely did. Jimmy was sure stares from his people hadn’t helped either.

“Relax man.” The blonde said, studying the other for a minute. Sausage did as he was told, to the best of his ability anyways. His posture was more lax than before, but his shoulders remained stiffened. “What're you here for?”

“Figured we should probably talk. About stuff…” Sausage said, his awkwardness not having abated. Jimmy just held back a sign, and invited him in. Sausage seemed more relaxed in the privacy of the cod’s house, but there was still a noticeable tension in the air.

“So….whaddya wanna talk about?” Jimmy asked, after telling Sausage it was okay if he sat on the couch, and after hastily preparing some tea he had lying around. Making the tea was probably busy work, something to calm his nerves, and it was absolutely just stalling; but he did it anyways.

After Sausage takes the tea, he sits next to the other ruler on the couch, and cannot miss the way the man stiffens and scoots away, as if he’s scared of hurting the cod. And Jimmy kinda gets it, because he’s shuffling away as well.

Jimmy finds himself studying Sausage carefully, the cod inching closer to where he keeps his trident. Even if the weapon is still halfway across the room. Logically, he knows this is not the man who attacked him, but part of his brain doesn’t. Part of his head still thinks he has to be wary, to watch for any sudden movement, any sign of aggression, when he doesn’t. It’s an understandable response considering the past few encounters with Mythlands King, but he can’t help but feel more than a little bad about it. Like really bad about it. This is a guy he wants to be friends with, after all.

“So, about the last time I was uh….at your house…” Sausage muttered, taking a small, awkward sip of the tea. His face didn’t contort in disgust, so at least Jimmy had made some good tea, even under stress.

“Yeah… that. ” Jimmy said, glancing between the drink in his hand and the person beside him. The blonde wished he had a warning when it came to these things sometimes, because he was not ready for all the emotional talk to just happen that day.

After a moment of silence a few more sips of his tea, Sausage continued. “Sorry for trying to, y’know. I never wanted to…do that, never thought about doing that, was horrified when I found out I almost did.” “You were like, possessed dude, I can’t be mad about that.” Jimmy huffed, noticing they had both almost drained each of their cups. Under any visit he would offer to get a refill for both of them, but this wasn’t really the time or place for such pleasantries. If he had to be honest, he was probably still a little upset about the whole murder attempt, but he knew it wasn’t Sausage’s fault, so he was trying to get over it. Really, he was, but it was just…hard too. Especially with the, erm, history the two of them had.

“But it still would’ve been my body doing it, even if it wasn’t me.” Sausage’s protest was weak, and it sounded like something that he was repeating the same words over and over again. Jimmy wondered how many people he’d said that too, and how many people had told him otherwise already.

“It’s okay man, really.” He said, putting his now empty cup down on the coffee table. Sausage just stared at him for a second, like he didn’t believe him.

“You sure?” He asked, and the cod nodded in conformation. Jimmy wasn’t sure if he was lying or not, or if he was just convincing himself that it was fine, but it felt like Sausage could see right through him.

The visit didn’t last much longer after that, the two of them only sharing a short conversation. Mythland’s King left within the hour, actually. It was late in the day, and Sausage said he’d been away from his empire for two long. He had visited Grimlands for a bit, apparently. The talk was short, but Jimmy could appreciate it nonetheless.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Sausage smiled at him before properly leaving, the two of them now standing by Jimmy’s front door way, his eyes lighting up as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head. ”Fwhip says hi, by the way!” The brunette smiled at him when he spoke this time, one reminiscent of his normally beaming ones than any smile he’d had during the past few minutes, which was definitely a good thing.

“Does he?” The cod asked, feeling a little fuzzy at thought. Which was a bit silly of him, in his opinion anyways. What was he? A lovesick teenager?

“Yeah!” The grin on Sausage's face slowly turned more mischievous by the second, and Jimmy probably should’ve anticipated what was coming. The next words were very on brand for the Mythlander. “And he says that he loves you and he misses you-”

“ Sausage !” The blonde laughed, shoving the other out of his doorway and back outside. The Mythlander cut himself off with a fit of giggles, and managed to fly away before Jimmy could get another shove in. The Codfatther just shut his door, still laughing, and felt a bit lighter than he had a few minutes ago.

[fumikomiyasaki]

💋 any ship- harbor chaos- >:D

A little flirt

Around this day Mythra invited Marleigh over to her dorm cause they tested some new robotic machines in the lab today, yet even if one after another worked very well... eventually Mythra had to fix some of the modells on her own cause they had some troubles... Marleigh assisted her but seeing her pretty girlfriend make sure her pants still fit on while she kneeled down to fix it Mythra had a light chuckle... as Marleigh leaned up again Mythra already drew her chin to face her and gazed at her.

"Darling, you can be glad we are alone cause with this view thanks to those pants you would be drawing many eyes to you.~"

"I would say its a sucess if it got you staring. I could be a model for you later." She winked back at Mythra as she put her wrench back onto her belt.

As Marleigh turned around however her Girlfriend slightly pinned her to the nearby table leaving a small neck kiss on her. In the end a small lip stick stain being left on there.

"You know this means revenge, Sweetheart?"

"I can take anything you give me, my dear Darling."

In the end the both of them left the Lab to Mythras room in an effort to clean up all the smeared Lipstick from another but at least also with the assurance the robots would work... after all the two girls were professionals in that regard.

A faint light shimmered all around Shirrira as she strolled through her dormitory as usual... feeling a sudden shift in presence as some crystalized shards glided past her in the air... eventually forming a light breeze before she noticed a light behind her and who came to visit.

"I hope you don't mind the surprise visit, my beautifull Moonflower."

He took her hand gently and placed a kiss on it as she gave him a warm comforting nod.

"Odel, did you sneak past the others? Even I barely sensed your presence."

"Its a new spell, but I had to see you right away after I found this."

He placed a small blue crystal necklace into her hand but it seemed like one part was missing.

"I assumed... I wanted to deepen our connection... close the distance between us more so... I thought bringing our two halfs together."

He placed the Necklace around her neck gently as he revealed he was wearing a matching one, pulling her smoothly into an embrace and locking the necklaces together, his eyes having a more sly look to him as he held her.

"I see... two halfs make one... you are quite the charmer."

"I just... wanna cherish my loved ones... show you how much you mean to me any time I can. My beloved.~"

He softly cradled her neck as he leaned down for a kiss... some of his magic still floated around them like pretty lights those small crystals seemed to nearly reflect his feelings.

A hint of redness was in her face after he withdrew from the kiss.

"Can you stay a little longer?..."

"For as long as you like, even if it means the whole night."

In previous annoyance Keisuke just wanted a calm space to get a rest eventually he found a nice tree shadow where he could lean back for now and rest... get a little nap after her wrote something to calm him down a little... and drifted into the world of sleep... slowly he felt something.. like a cloud leaned under his head soft as if embracing his sleep even more... he drifted some more untill eventually he felt like slowly opening his eyes.. and what he was met by was a sweet smile, Green eyes in the color of green apples accompanied by the smell... before suddenly worrying cause this wasn't a dream, Carol actually kneeled over him. As he leaned up slowly he noticed where he was laying, right on her thighs, blushing a little.

"You really need to watch out where you fall asleep, you get neck pains lying on the ground itself for too long. I thought maybe a I could assist you."

She pushed her glasses up and winked at him as he slowly calmed down.

"You could have waked me up and told me."

"I am sorry... you really were just too cute mumbling in your sleep.~"

"C-cute..." His heartbeat increased a little but his reaction enabled her a little more to continue.

"I don't mind you leaning against me if you need rest, I hope you can be comfortable around me and get some rest. If its my thighs or maybe... my chest... If you want to continue I can still read something and you can lay back down."

"N-no I am fine..."

They both got off the ground as Carol dusted some dirt off her legs and bend down a little... as she held her book under her arm she leaned forward to him and pulled him with her other hand down for a sweet kiss... lingering a little on his lips before showing him a happy smile.

"There is always Private lessons if you want me to yourself too and need some rest.... or maybe some more attention from me~ I would love to give you some more but sadly I am busy right now."

"Carol..."

"I just like teasing with the Private lessons don't worry, for you I always have the time but well, lets both work hard and then get a reward for it later, alright Handsome? <3 "

"Hmm-mhh..."

While she walked away with a pep in her step of happiness he was still a little red and dumbfounded... at least Souta wasn't here to tease him about it... but he had to calm down till he was back to haunt him.

[mothernatureknows]

She first noticed on a Monday morning.

It was a small, menial thing, almost hidden in the corner of her vanity. She thought it might've been a smudge, quite possibly created by a misplaced lipstick or the swipe of a distracted makeup brush. Maddy thought nothing of it and vowed to clean it later, when she wasn't scrambling to head to work.

She'd take care of it...eventually.

The odd thing though, was that smudge also followed her to work. Without realizing, when Maddy looked in the shared doctors' mirror, she saw the same exact smudge in the same exact corner. It was uncanny and weird, but smudges always happened at work. Well, more than a smudge, but still, it wasn't uncommon. Maybe it was a sign that she really did need to clean her vanity and God was trying to throw another hint her way.

Yeah, that was probably it.

***

She noticed next on a Wednesday night.

Maddy had tried to clean her vanity, really! She had done her due diligence and used all the chemicals available in her and Minjae's house, just to get her space as clean as possible. She even made sure that she had her day free to dedicate to cleaning, so that she could tackle multiple things at once. Minjae had tried to coax her out of tiring herself but Maddy had been insistent. If she didn't address it now, she wouldn't get to do it ever.

The smudge that had followed her for over two weeks now, and had gradually gotten bigger, was her last hurdle. It wasn't even a smudge anymore, it looked like a giant, dirty rag had wiped through a quarter of her mirror. She was absolutely baffled that it could grow so big, especially since she and Minjae weren't that messy to begin with. Maybe things got a little too steamy now that they were happily married? Or they threw something that could've spread a stain?

She's trying to wrack her brain while wiping at the mirror, brow furrowed in concentration. Could it be that the vanity itself was in bad shape? It wasn't exactly new when she bought it, it had been loved before, so maybe it was starting to need some fixing up?

"Maybe..."she huffed a frustrated sigh, continuing to wipe at the mirror. Geez, was it going to come off? She's using the strongest chemical at their disposal, so why isn't it coming off??

After a half-hour, just when Maddy thought she'd made a semblance of progress, the smudge has traveled to over half of her mirror, laying all her attempts to waste. Tired and sweaty, the brunette settled in the seat of her vanity, panting lightly. Seriously? Was this not going away?

She stared in frustration at her now-distorted reflection: one-half in her bedroom and the other...

Wait. That wasn't right. Her other half should show her room but all smudged up.

Why then did it show...something else?

***

She notices for the last time on a Sunday afternoon.

The smudge has practically consumed her vanity. It's covered every inch of her mirror, clouding the once-image of her and Minjae's room. Maddy can no longer see anything that used to be reflected: not her makeup, not their bed, not their closet, nothing. The worst part?

She sees someone else that's not her.

But it is her.

At least...she thinks so. This smudged version is her in all sense of body and face, even with the cloudiness, Maddy knows that that's her. But the eyes....those aren't her eyes.

Maddy has done everything to cover up the vanity. At first she would look away, then she would start covering it with a sheet—which would mysteriously slide down by the next day—and then she even tried to smudge it up even more, to Minjae's worry. But nothing worked.

The most harrowing part was that Maddy was now seeing the smudged version of herself in other mirrors. It wasn't even her vanity anymore, she would see smudge Maddy in the clinic, on her way home, walking by buildings, even in the bathroom.

Maddy wasn't safe from herself.

She tried to subtly ask Minjae if he was seeing anything, if he noticed something now that the smudge had grown. But, to her growing anxiety, he hadn't noticed any changes. It was just a dirty vanity. Even Luna, when she visited during odd hours, told Maddy that it was "an old-ass vanity that needed to be replaced anyway."

Yeah, right, it just needed to be replaced.

Maddy took a shaky breath as she entered the bathroom to cool herself off. She's been starting at her vanity for the last half-hour and it seemed like the image of herself was growing the longer she stared. Almost like it was going to crawl out and—

The sound of a scream turned her eyes to the large mirror in their bathroom, her green eyes going wide. She was looking at herself again, but this was absolutely terrifying.

Smudge Maddy was staring right back at her.

Somehow, this other version of her was wearing shredded clothing, her left knee cut up and steadily bleeding. A chunk of her hair was missing, maybe singed or pulled off. Her entire complexion was pale and gaunt, like she'd been surviving on little to nothing.

What's going on?

Maddy is absolutely bewildered at this morbid image of herself, moreso at how smudge Maddy is staring her down, eyes mixed with jealousy and despair. Maddy glances down at her matching sweats and hoodie, partly in fear but also to break away from the not-her version.

Another scream brings her eyes back up and she sees smudge Maddy standing right in front of the mirror. Smudge Maddy has her hand raised to the glass, mouthing the same words over and over:

HELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELPHELP

***

When Maddy wakes, she's met by a pair of brown eyes staring down at her. "Minjae?" she recognizes, blinking slowly. "What happened? How did I—"

She stops.

This isn't Minjae.

Minjae has rosy cheeks and clear skin, always wearing a matching set of clothes on their off days. He always wakes her with a kiss and a smile, offering a reassuring touch and something more.

This isn't Minjae.

He looks uncomfortably pale, blood stains on his cheek and clothes. The clothes look like they've seen better days, slightly torn and matted. He hovers over her, not touching her in the slightest.

This isn't Minjae.

She scrambles up to a sitting position, her breathing already accelerating. "Where am I?" she says louder, green eyes darting to and fro. This isn't their house. It looks like what's left of a condo, or the skeleton of it. A makeshift tent is propped up around them, shielding them from the elements above. Several decrepit buildings surround them, looking as though they'll tumble at any second.

She turns to her right and sees a pile of glass shards, reflecting her same green eyes back at her. She freezes.

What have I done??

[lex-n-weegie]

Its like 3 AM but shhhh I felt the sudden urge to ramble about my version of Glamrock Bonnie soooo

Under the cut cause long and rambly and worldbuild-y lol

Okay so as a quiiick refresher, here's my version of the dude (old art grahhhhh)

(Yes I got a special version of Foxy too called Captain Foxy but that'll be for a different post maybe xvkanxka)

Okay okay before I fully talk about Bonnie I gotta talk about the Pizzaplex itself. Monty was around before Bonnie was decommissioned, he was a special animatronic for the golf course attraction, made as a sort of "experiment" on adding more special animatronics for different areas. He worked well, and it let to DJMM and The DA to be made soon after. Monty and Bonnie were buds, but Monty got along pretty well with all of the main four. He fit well within their dynamic, even the workers could see that. And if course, Freddy and Bonnie were the absolute best of friends, the dynamic duo. The bear and bunny.

However, Bonnie had some chronic issue: he simply didn't care much for rules. He'd follow most of them of course, like don't bite the children, but for others(such as stay in your greenroom after-hours) he'd ignore them if he simply felt the urge to. He was really laid back, maybe even too much so sometimes. He didn't care about how much the workers would scold him about it, nothing bad ever happened so what was the harm? They weren't his dad, they couldn't tell him and the gang what to do. Eventually the others followed his example, leaving their rooms at night, cause the workers couldn't do much in terms of retaliation when it came to the main four. Just empty threats it seemed.

Sometimes it was a good thing, breaking that particular rule, as it let Bonnie be the first to kind of "meet" Hazel.

Ramble about Hazel(can probably be skipped): Hazel was originally going to be a bare, boring animatronic, made to help with freelancing costs by simply being a Jack of all trades when it came to art. Painting, sculpting, construction, repair, even mechanical engineering, put in as a just in case if a Glamrock needed attention and no one else was available. However the first person who worked on them made them look heavily like an old Fredbear's character, one that existed for an extremely short time, a golden bear with heterochromia named Daisy(the worker found some old remnants of posters with her in them). The company however, freaked out when they saw that, as they wanted zero trace of Daisy in anything they did, so they fired them and asked someone else to "fix it." That resulted in his brown fur and poofy dark brown hair. They also programmed him with a more quiet, almost shy esque personality to hopefully avoid any rampages with his extreme strength(it was needed in order to do all the construction they wanted). All of this is just a long winded way of saying that due to unique circumstances, she stood out among all the other staff bots. Also fun fact! He wasn't called Hazel at this point, just referred to as "Bear."

All bots were ordered into their rooms, again, and told that something in Rockstar Row broke and someone would be fixing, "Do not speak to them under any circumstances." "Bear(Aka Hazel)" was told the same, don't talk to any of the Glamrocks. Bonnie of course, being Bonnie, ignored the orders and went out to say hi. Bear originally didn't want to respond, but ended up chatting a bit when Bonnie asked what exactly they were fixing. He actually first put the idea in his head to do other things than what he's told or programmed to do, even if he didn't follow that until much later.

Other times however, leaving his room didn't end so good.

It had been a good couple months, possibly half a year since "Bear" and Bonnie talked, Monty was having a particularly bad day. Monty wasn't a Glamrock, so he was "lesser priority" and often treated badly. He wasn't the only one, any animatronic that wasn't part of the main four was treated like garbage("fun" fact again, at this point in the timeline "Bear" had been locked away in an old room for a couple of months, forgotten about and honestly expected to lose power). Sometimes, unfortunately, Monty would take out his anger on the others. Never physically mind you, but he stilled yelled and snapped.

There was one time he was slightly physical though.

That night was a bad night, and Bonnie left his greenroom to go to Gator Golf, Monty's "room," to talk to him about it. He was up on the rafters, and he tried to talk to them about it. They were being pissy though, refusing to talk about his feelings and anger. Through his anger, he shoved Bonnie away him, only intending to get some space when he put his hand on his shoulder. Instead, he slammed again the guard rail, it snapped, and Bonnie plummeted to the floor. Similar to the game, he hit a pole on the way down, severing his top and bottom half of his body, but he did also break from other stuff.

That would have been fine, fixable even, but unfortunately the top half landed into one of the many ponds Gator Golf had going around. Normally, they all were waterproof, but when their circuits were exposed...yeah.

Monty was soon quickly made to replace the bunny, and they went to dump the box of him and his parts they gathered into some random room in the basement. Instead, a worker accidentally found "Bear," still on and drawing brand new concepts and things they weren't asked to. It eventually led to them becoming a new attraction, Bonnie being left in that room she was in to rot.

A year and a half later, a bunch of stuff happened with "The Gang"(Freddy, Chica, Roxy, Monty, and Hazel), but the main thing was that they all had found out they were given "birthdays"(only the main four got them, Hazel wasn't given one). Not exactly the days they were made, but when their characters were born. Hazel immediately set out to make the best gifts ever for all of her friends(her and Monty weren't a thing at this point, just dumb crushes). Freddy's was the farthest, being just the month before they learned all this, so Hazel had a whole year essentially to figure something out for him. And she absolutely stumped him. Chica, Monty, hell even Roxy was easy, but Freddy they couldn't think of anything.

And desperate for any ideas, and figuring maybe some of her old doodle paper from years back could still be in there, she sought out the old room she used to "sleep" in. She found no papers, but that box they brought in the same day she was brought out was still there. Now with more free will, they willingly let curiosity win and peeked inside. Bam! The old parts of Bonnie! Not only was part of her actually furious that Bonnie was essentially, put through the same thing she was put through, but it fueled her to rebuild the guy best she could, as she still had everyone's blueprints in her memory.

At first she gets the head working, and from there they chat while she fixes the rest of him. Unfortunately, due to untreated water damage(being allowed to soak in), some parts couldn't be salvaged and needed to be replaced. Mostly motors, but also his memory card. She saved as much as it as he could, but it still resulted in him "forgetting" memories and skills, such as playing the base and the scattered memories from before. Good enough for him though, he could relearn it if he wanted(or have Hazel program the knowledge back in), and he can make new memories with the gang. With her fixing him up and the time they spend together afterwards, he develops a little crush on her, similar to Monty.

After he's fully fixed and revealed to be at Freddy's "birthday," he stays in the basement during the day for a month or so, at least until Vanessa and Mason(BF's s/i) can come up with a reasonable excuse and a convincing lie about how they fixed him, all outside of company time and "for free." Eventually, Glamrock Bonnie was able to come back, simply explained away with "he retired and went on vacation, but now he's back to teach you how to bowl!" He doesn't rejoin the band, he's how similar to how Monty was and what Hazel currently is, a mascot for the bowling alley. Unfortunately it does mean he's treated a similar way to the two(aka treated badly), but it doesn't bug him much cause he's just happy to be back.

As for the selfshipping side of stuff(him and Hazel + how the poly relationship happened), it's sorta a funny story. After Monty got over some guilt and whatnot, the two were quick friends again, and ended up expressing their crushes on "a certain animatronic." Neither wanted to say who, cause they both knew the other would have teased them mercilessly, but they both convinced each other to try and confess.

So naturally, they both end up trying to confess at the same time. And kind of fight over it(they didn't really MEAN to, just kinda happened yk?

Hazel didn't wanna choose, she honestly grew to crush on them both, and eventually yelled at them to snap out of it and "I'll date you both then!! Okay?!" If you've ever read the original Archie comics it's semi like his relationship with those two girls(I forget their names fjsnsj). They both kind of "share" him I guess, lol. As for the two of them, they're not into each other, not romantically at least, but they do have a close and deep bond. They're not a couple, just a couple of besties ♡ dying

[lady-wren-of-tella]

SNIPPET (enjoy the niclover fluff)

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Nico hasn’t managed to find Clover – let alone “fix” her – when it’s time for dinner. Choosing, somewhat pettily, he’ll admit, to honor Amia’s wishes, he doesn’t bother visiting the dining hall at all.

At first, he feels guilty about staying in his room. 

Two days ago, when he had to babysit some of the kids living at the estate, they’d been overjoyed to regale him with details about the dinner they were going to make. The cooks of the estate – Rebels who lived on the grounds and volunteered their culinary skills to help out – had apparently allowed the children to help cook a meal. Nico guessed it was an attempt at enriching the half-shabby education the kids were getting.

He felt bad about not being able to enjoy their hard work, but he also really didn’t like the idea of facing Khal and Amia without having yet talked to Clover.

You just hate seeing her empty spot at the table, his traitorous thoughts laughed.

Nico ignored that thought, hating the way it made him blush.

Eventually, the guilt gave way to hunger. Missing dinner wasn’t something he was used to, unlike an unfortunate number of the other Rebels.

His parents had stable jobs and steady incomes when he grew up. Their coastal town in South Imani was comfortable and kind to them. Eventually, he had moved north in search of something exciting.

He’d made friends and learned that not everyone had as peaceful a childhood as he did. A few of the friends he made joined the army and fought in the war because it meant their families would receive money every month, even if they died.

Many unfortunate injustices later, he’d joined the Blood Rebels and finally found home.

He still visited his parents every year, but it felt nice to have a home of his own.

Three hours after dinner was over, Nico was really starting to regret his decision. He was just about to drag himself away from the desk in his room and walk down to the kitchens when someone knocked quietly on his bedroom door.

He fell out of his chair in surprise, the sound having startled him.

The knock pattern was unfamiliar– one knock followed by three short raps in quick succession. 

Nico picked himself up from the floor, crossed the room, and opened the door tentatively.

He nearly shouted in surprise at the sight of Clover standing outside his room holding a plate of food. Even weirder, she looked positively shy, eyes so downcast he couldn’t actually see her face at all. 

Shyness was never something he’d ever associated with her.

“I–” Nico couldn’t even form proper words, too caught off-guard. “What–”

Clover huffed and looked up, and finally, Nico could see her face. She was bright red, which made his heart skip a beat.

“For Gods’ sake, Nico,” she mumbled, “move over so I can come in.”

He smiled wide, grinning even bigger still when Clover rolled her eyes.

“What?” she demanded, obviously annoyed, but still biting back some sort of smile. And the stubborn flush on her olive skin. “Spit it out already, idiot.”

“You called me Nico,” he answered, sounding maybe a little too happy about that fact. “You’re not mad at me anymore.”

[fluxofthemouth]

@grimoirerat || reposting so it works with the new editor!

Everything between her waking and now was a blur. When, or even where, was this? Laying on the bed, staring up at the high, vaulted ceiling, Marcey forced herself to try and make sense of it all, and assemble something of a chronological order. She had expected a degree of confusion and brain fog, but this was beyond anything she had imagined or been warned about. The process of waking up was shrouded in a haze. She could barely recall voices, and the sensation of being moved.  Lights, bright and blinding. Vertigo that was so bad she felt like she was going to be sick. The oddest feeling of…bugs crawling all over her skin. ||| Malignant cells eradicated….kidney function returning to normal…osteolytic lesions healed… The computer screen beeped. |||Subject in stable condition… The nano-bugs had done their job. The doctor had his assistant return the woman to the examining room for inspection. Her vitals signs were stable, but she was experiencing markedly severe fatigue and mental confusion. This was to be expected, however the severity was surprising. She had been in cryogenic stasis for quite a while, he had been told, but the agents were not forthcoming with details. The lack of details wasn’t surprising. If the order had come from the Almighties, then that was all he needed to know. She was not the first long haul cryo patient he had seen (he recalled a fellow who had been in cryo for an impressive twenty years), and was certain the post-cryo syndrome would abate after a few days of recuperation, as was typically the case. He signed off on the charts. Marcey wondered how the cancer had been cured. If she had been told, she did not remember. The scientist in her tried to lodge a reminder in her thoughts to ask about it at her follow-up appointment with the doctor. If she had had a phone on her she would’ve written a note in her calendar to do so, like she had normally done in the past, but she had no such device (did they even still have phones?). Not that she would have anyone to call if she did have a phone, she thought. Except maybe the ‘social worker’. What was her name again? Marcey wracked her thoughts…Gloria something-or-other? “No, that’s most definitely NOT my name…”  Gloria Cherry looked down at her clipboard, and back to the woman sitting across from her. “Oh!” she exclaimed, “there must have been some mix up. We have you here as Stephanie Owens. My deepest apologies.” “Yeah, no, it’s Marcey. Marcey Velasquez.” the woman frowned in confusion.  Gloria smiled and re-assured Marcey that she would get the error fixed, but that it would take some time. “You know how slow bureaucracy can be,” she said. “In the meantime, you should rest up, I know you must’ve had a long day. Afterwards, I’d be happy to help show you around, and get you settled into your new life here.” Marcey wondered just how much had changed since she’d entered cryosleep. Surely it wouldn’t be so different that Gloria would need to do much ‘showing around’. The estimate had only maxed out around fifteen years, after all. Eventually, Marcey found she couldn’t think much more, she was just too tired. Exhausted, even. Her last thought before drifting off to sleep was how ironic it was that after being unconscious in cryo for god knows how long, all she wanted to do was sleep. Later, Marcey was awoken by a knocking on the door. In her half sleep, it seemed for a moment that she was back home, in a time before the war and before the cancer. She almost called out for her wife to please answer the door for her. The next knocks were louder, and brought her further back into consciousness. Groggily, the unfamiliar surroundings came into view, and with it the sinking realization that she was not, in fact, home. She was far from it, both in time and location. Victoria was long dead and would not be answering the door. 

The specialist is explaining a poster; an illustrated cross section of a human head, highlighting the brain and the nervous system, among other things.

"So the nanobots... construct a small signal processing center here," she explains uncomfortably, pointing to a structure inside the illustrated man's head. "It can detect and copy the signals that come in from the eyes. We'll also have the nanobots construct a kind of wire that runs from there to... well, you could put it anywhere, but most of the time we run it to the back of your neck." She points to another structure. "The control panel... uh, it sits, invisibly, just under the skin, and it reacts to pressure. So it works just like... just like you're pressing invisible buttons. There are two controls. One turns the feed on and off. The other controls whether the signal, any signal if it's there, is transmitted wirelessly to this controller device that you keep in your pocket. And that's... it's your real control panel, where you can program options. Like, you could send the data to an app on a phone, or send it somewhere else. There's no sound, unless you connect a microphone, or use nanobots to make another processing center to pick up the data that you pick up with your ears, but we already... talked about that, yeah."

"Very good," Piter says. He's dressed respectably, sitting with his legs crossed casually. To a casual observer, he might look less like someone attending a consultation for an invasive procedure, and more like someone who is giving the specialist an interview (which she is failing). "And most people feel no difference, after it's been done? And the chances of permanent blindness are under ten percent?"

"Yes, and... under five percent for patients under 50, but..." the specialist taps her foot thoughtfully, as she tries to figure out the best way to word what's on her mind.

"But what, my dear?" Piter says, with a dash of compassion, for flavor.

"Well... it's just that you work closely with the Almighties," the specialist says. "And I don't see a message in your chart that they want you to have this done for a specific reason...? Besides, we don't usually recommend... for anything you could accomplish with something like... this, surely a simple camera would be much more -"

"Ahh." Piter uncrosses his legs, leans forward, and lowers his voice. "You suspect that I may have reasons of my own, which they might not like," he says, nodding sympathetically. "You're afraid they could take your license away if you accidentally get mixed up in some bad business you didn't even know about. You consider that they might even kill you."

The specialist looks quietly shocked, to hear such things spoken out loud, but she nods.

Piter smiles gently. "My dear, I am so sorry to put this burden on you... even a burden of a maybe. I can assure you that there is less of a chance that any of those things would happen than there is of me going blind. I know what I'm doing! I take care of myself. You'd only be in trouble if I was already in deeper trouble. Right? So relax! I'm not going to let that happen." He tilts his head slightly, raises an eyebrow, smiles with more amusement. "In fact, I can tell you right now how your choice is a lot simpler than it might look." His tongue darts over his upper lip. He looks away. He looks back. He is not smiling. "It's that if you don't give me what I want, I'm definitely going to kill you."

***

When Marcey opens the door, no one is there. But there is a small package on her porch. Inside is a device like a smart phone; a device that a knowledgeable citizen might recognize as a cheap burner phone of this era. When she turns it on, she will find that it isn't even programmed to make phone calls. It only contains one app.

With the phone is a small, typed note. It reads:

Be careful who sees this, my dear! -π

By the time Gloria comes over the next day, Marcey may have seen a fantastic and terrible squid-like being through another's eyes.

[coppeliafoxworth]

February 1st 2023

Yesterday and today were pretty slow.

Yesterday at work, me and my coworker (Andrew) had to replace an entire rooms worth of fiberglass ceiling tiles.  I think anyone who has dealt with fiberglass before can tell you this but, I. Hate. Fiberglass.

It's itchy, it gets stuck to everything, it burns, it's flaky, and for some reason it will be the strongest thing when you don't want it to be and yet the weakest thing when you want it to be strong.  

After replacing all the ceiling tiles, we split up as we were sent on small trivial tasks.

Once I clocked out I headed straight to Walmart.  My mother is planning on re-decorating the entire house and I took the oppurtuntiy to change up my room as well.  One of the things I'm changing is getting rid of my bulky dresser and instead putting small plastic ones in my closet.  I bought two plastic dressers at Walmart and then made my way home.

Once I was home, I immediately took a shower and changed my clothes to get rid of the fiberglass.  Thankfully it worked and I was able to go to dinner comfortably.

For dinner I took me and my lover to Red Lobster since during my last paycheck I was extrememly tight on cash and my lover ended up paying for when we ate out.  All in all it was a delicious meal.  The only thing I would change would maybe be the waitress we had.

I don't want to sound like a Karen, but she was pretty rude.  I ordered a pretty big meal so when asked what two sides I wanted I just asked for two orders of fries.  My lover ordered no fries for his sides.

When the waitress delivered our food I had one order of fries on my plate and another plate with fries on it.  She put the other plate by my lover.  No big deal, it was a lot of food so I reached over for them and she told me as if I was a child,

"YOUR fries are on YOUR plate."

That pissed me off to the point of debating whether or not to purge on her shoes right in front of her.  Obviously I didn't but the thought was most certainly there.

By the time we both got home we were ready to pass out into a food coma, in other words, I slept amazingly.

Today at work we didn't do much, in fact, we did even less than yesterday.  

The day started off with having to replace a drain in a hallway.  After a bit of fussing with the screws we were finally able to secure the drain plate.  Afterwards we had to redo one of the ceiling tiles in the conference room we replaced yesterday.  They didn't like how the emergency sprinkler head showed through the tile so we had to fix it.

After that we didn't really do anything besides replace a phone.

During my last entry I mentioned my father giving me unsolicited advice about work and saying that I was going to take it.  Well, I changed my mind.  I just don't feel like having a job that makes me think, "what if I just killed myself right here right now" constantly is healthy.  I've been applying to more places.

I thought I had some luck when I was mesaged on my phone for an interview with an insurance firm through Zoom.  I gave the number the email to my Zoom account and was immediately asked if I was ready.  

This interview was supposed to be a messaging interview, not a video call.  I told them the hours of my lunch break and an hour after I got off from work were the best times for me.  Well, they completely ignored what I said and asked almost every ten minutes if I was ready for an interview.  Eventually I caved in as, the work day was slow.  They asked if I've ever worked remotely and I said, "No."

Apparantly, answering with a simple yes or no to a simple yes or no question wasn't the correct answer and in response, the interviewer decided to explain how an interview works to me.  I told them that I understand and half an hour later is when we finally start the interview back up.  

At one point they asked to see my driver's license along with a selfie of me for verification.  Keep in mind that I already told them I am at work, they know I can't go get my license.  I told them again the hours I was available and why.  They didn't respond.

Since I didn't receive a reply, I asked why they needed my license in the first place since this was just an interview.  All the responded with was that they needed it for a background check and that I needed to send a photo.

The part that really messed me up was how they decided to end the response, "Understand?"

It pissed me off that this recruiter was this fucked up.  I told them, 

"No, I do not understand why you are talking to me like I'm a child.  I wish to withdrawal my application if this is the way you speak to your employees or coworkers.  Thank you and have a nice day.

Once I got home, I changed and immediately called my lover.  I decided to go to his house and we enjoyed the other's company.

[sirgiant-blog-blog]

You know those little eyeglass repair kits they sell at Walgreen's and places like that?

I have a story I want to share with you.

It's a love story.

For three years I worked at a nursing home. Okay, it was an Assisted Living Facility (later to be re-branded as an "Assisted Living Community." Go figure.)

But, to me, still in my mid 40s, the place was a nursing home. And, since I was in my mid 40s, everyone who lived there seemed really old.

I worked as an Activities Director. What else would I be? My background was in radio and music. I had a history of playing music in bars, coffeehouses, and eventually the college market.

The point is, I was NOT in the medical or healthcare field AT ALL. I was in the entertainment business. And, since I was an entertainer, I was a good fit for the job of activities director.

I took the job after one of the radio stations folded. It was a welcome break from the often ego-driven environment of a radio station.

Being the activities director meant my desk was in the activities room. That was cool for me. I didn't want any stuffy office anyway.

The activities room was a meeting place for the residents. They were in there all the time playing Bingo, cards, putting together puzzles, or just talking.

I even learned a few dirty jokes from some of the sweetest old ladies you could ever know. They loved to laugh.

So, getting back to the eyeglass repair kits. They were very cheap. I bought them all the time and kept them in my desk in the activities room.

Why?

Because someone was ALWAYS needing their eyeglasses fixed. You know, when that little screw gets loose or falls out?

Well, one day, a lady named Dorothy came in and asked me if I could loosen the screws on her eyeglasses.

What?

"Dorothy," I said. "Why do you want me to LOOSEN the screws?"

In a low, whispering voice (the same voice she used when telling me a dirty joke) she said, "There's a new man. His name is Leonard. I'm going to ask him to fix my eyeglasses for me."

This was an inside scoop for me! I was actually getting a glimpse into how the mind of a woman works!

But I understood.

So I loosened the screws on her glasses and Dorothy proceeded to go find Leonard.

Not a half hour went by when Dorothy, and the new man, Leonard, came into the activities room.

And Dorothy was using a walker! Dorothy NEVER used a walker!

I didn't ask. I figured I was witnessing female ingenuity. And this was interesting.

Dorothy let Leonard do the talking.

He said, "Dot tells me you might have an eyeglass repair kit?"

Dot? I never heard anyone call her Dot.

I opened my desk drawer, pulled out one of those kits and handed it to Leonard. (This is the man code, by the way. If a man is fixing something for a woman, DON'T OFFER TO HELP!)

In no time at all Leonard had Dorothy's eyeglasses all repaired. She was gushing. I mean gushing. BIG TIME GUSHING.

I thought about all the times women had made a big deal out of MY manly talents and, with squinted eyes, a lot of things suddenly became much clearer.

But what was the walker all about?

Hang on. Here comes the frosting on this cake!

Dorothy put her newly repaired glasses on, looked at the walker, and said, "I hate this thing."

She looked at Leonard. He said nothing.

"I really wish someone would walk me home."

By the way, "home" was down the hall.

I tried to telepathically communicate to Leonard, "GO FOR IT LEONARD! DOROTHY, or DOT, wants you to walk her HOME!"

Men are so stupid sometimes. I know. I am one.

Well, when Leonard seemed oblivious to Dorothy's desire to have him walk her home, Dorothy finally did what all women do. She stopped hinting and gave a command.

A soft spoken command, but a command, nonetheless.

Dorothy simply, firmly, and maybe even a little seductively said, "Walk me home."

And he did.

Dorothy and Leonard were inseparable from that moment on.

I painted this digitally on Procreate. I used a turpentine brush. I titled it, "Walk Me Home."

[cambria-writes]

Chapter 9

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The walk back to the inn is long, arduous and painful. The sun is setting by the time I finally close the door behind us all. My feet ache, my head is throbbing and my body feels like lead. I’m not used to this amount of adrenaline rushing through me at any given moment, really. After the rush job I did fixing Edward’s shoulder, I’d at least had several hours to sleep.

I all but throw myself onto the couch in the living area and leave the brothers do what they would. Until morning, and until we can go pick up Enton, there isn’t much for me to do but sleep. Maybe do some thinking, in between. “What do you think, Anna?” Ed calls. I’m startled both by his saying my name and by the realization that it only took a handful of minutes for me to be halfway to sleeping. “Sorry, wasn’t, uh, paying attention?” “Food. Dinner. Steak. Yes?” He articulates slowly. From anyone else, it would’ve sounded condescending. “God, yes,” I answer thankfully, stomach rumbling to illustrate how starved I am. It’s only now that I realize we haven’t really stopped to eat at all after breakfast and I’m absolutely famished. I’m surprised to learn this place has some kind of room service, though I don’t know why. It’s nice, but really nice. There’s a kitchenette and a separate bedroom and everything. Alphonse hunches over a stack of books at the dining room table, and until there’s a knock at the door a half hour later, only occasionally pipes up to ask a stray question to his brother. A small, dark wooden cart is rolled in and left for us. I can’t help but feel awkward; even though it looks like Ed asked for everything this place even has to offer, the thought that Alphonse just has to sit there and watch us… “What’re you waiting for?” Ed asks around a mouthful of what looks like a chicken leg, not even bothering to take a single plate off the cart and eating at it like a starving animal. “Slow down, you’re gonna give yourself a stomach ache,” I say offhandedly, having to uncover a few plates before finding the steak—large, juicy and smelling absolutely heavenly—and bringing it back to my spot on the couch with a fork and knife. The plate is almost too hot in my lap, but it’s a welcome change from the cool evening air I endured all day outside. “Have you thought about what you’ll do once we get to Central, Anna?” Al asks, carefully closing a book and pushing it away from him. He turns in his seat to look at me. I think about it around a mouthful of potatoes, considering it for a few seconds. It’s clear to me that I can’t stay there for much longer than the brothers, so I’d have to find a way to make some connections of my own in order to stay and still have access to the knowledge I need. That... sounds like an extremely daunting task, especially if the Elric brothers only stick around for a few days. “Honestly, I haven’t, actually,” I eventually concede, picking at my plate. “How long do you guys plan on staying there?” The look they give each other doesn’t inspire a lot of confidence. “A few days,” Alphonse answers hesitantly. He fiddled with his hands in his lap and his head turned down. He doesn’t look at me. “Don’t worry about it,” Ed pipes up around a mouthful of... whatever plate he’s on. “Schiezka’ll probably put you up for as long as you need if we ask her.” Alphonse straightens up and again I’m surprised by how easy he is to read despite habit actually having any facial expression. Has he always been this expressive? Has he just learned to convey emotions differently since he’s been in that armour? “That’s right! I’m sure miss Schiezka won’t mind! She’s a bookworm just like you are!” He slaps his hands over his helmet comically, and I can’t help but laugh at the resonating sound it makes. You brush off the hasty apology. “It’s fine! I’ve put you through the trouble of taking me all the way to Central and you’re already thinking of where I can stay,” I answer, feeling something bubble up in my chest. It feels a lot like elation. “I’ll have to find a way to pay you back for all of it.” For a second, the food looks infinitely more appealing, until it strikes me. I’ll be staying in Central for medical research. I stare at Alphonse for a second, and then look to Edward. His thoughts and expression probably mirror mine. “...I’ll definitely find a way to repay you.” The promise feels almost tangible. 

Ed comes running out of HQ so fast my heart leaps into my throat every time he trips. Once he gets to Alphonse and I, he’s hardly out of breath, but he speaks so fast the words come out jumbled and incoherent. It sounds incoherent to me, anyways. Alphonse seems to understand his brother perfectly fine. They both remain quiet for a moment and the expression on Ed’s face unsettled me. “Um, anyone care to fill me in?” Both brothers startle like they’d forgotten I was there. Ignore the sting and look back and forth between them. “He’s gone,” Ed says, finally. “Someone said I came by earlier to pick up Enton.” “Bu—What? Wait, that’s not even possible, you were...” I trail off when Alphonse turns to look at me. There’s a cog spinning loosely in my head. I get the feeling I should be jumping to a conclusion. “It’s probably one of the homunculi,” he says quietly. Sombrely. The tone doesn’t suit him. “The one who can shapeshift! Envy, right?” Both brothers nod. I feel a shock of pride for remembering, but it’s quickly swallowed up by the implication. My face, I think, mirrors Ed’s. “Oh. No, this—we have to find out where they went.” “We don’t have to do anything,” Ed says rather sharply, and the stern declaration makes me take a step back to look at him. “You need to go back to our room and wait there. It’s too dangerous for you to come along with us.” Indignation burns in the back of my throat and it’s a struggle not to founder in my anger. Too dangerous? For me? They’re dealing with deadly plants and it’s too dangerous for me? I bite the inside of my cheek and twist my tongue seven times while I think. “But brother—“ “It’s alright Alphonse,” I reassure, lifting a hand in resignation and throwing him a smile I hope is at least halfway to convincing. I turn back to Edward. “I’ll do my best to stay out of trouble, but don’t expect me to sit back and do nothing.” Ed looks like he wants to snap back with something, but ultimately closes his mouth immediately after opening it. He looks past me, eyes darting back and forth while he thinks. Eventually crosses his arms and looks away. “Fine. Just don’t follow us and if anything happens, come right back here.” I tighten the hold on my bag’s strap, bounce on my feet. “Ditto, short stuff.” Edward’s rage follows me after I turn to rush back toward the inn. I have research to do. 

The table and chairs back at the inn are comfortable enough to sitting down and eating, but not so much for prolonged use. After only an hour of sifting through books, I can feel the numbness creep down my thighs and up my spine. I feel a swell of jealousy for a second—Alphonse can sit there for so long?!—before catching myself and moving to flop face-first on the couch. It’s despairing and abysmal is what it is; the line between alkahestry and human transformation is so thin, and information of the former so scarce, that it’s hard to tell what falls into the “taboo” category. Is it all transmutation performed on living flesh? Obviously not, otherwise I would have been missing several limbs and/or organs by now. It can’t really be about the human soul, either; as far as what I know about alchemy, everything is tethered  to the soul. It’s part of every circle I’ve seen so far, even if it’s just a vague illusion. I’m screaming in a cushion on the couch when I start to hear some kind of commotion from outside the room. And then, slowly, loud conversations are heard through the window. Curious, I get up and pull the curtains apart a little more. There’s a fading plume of orange-red smoke in the sky a fair distance away. When I push open the windows, I can hear people talking to each other. “What do you think that is?” “Are the military performing a drill?” “Absolutely not, they would have told us.” “Hey, doesn’t that look like a flare?” A flare. I’m about to consider the notion completely ridiculous until an actual, bright flare rises up in the sky. Same orange-red in colour. Once it fades out after beginning its descent, I run to the table. Grab the map that was haphazardly folding and throw and open it up. It takes some adjusting and spinning, but eventually I can find where I am, which direction the window is facing, and where the first flare might have come from. It’s a lot of guesswork… But maybe an educated guess is good enough. I try and make as many things as I can in preparation of whatever might happen. If they really are handling jequirity beans, I need something to clear airways and—the thought makes me nauseous, but something to perform an emergency and extremely rudimentary tracheotomy wouldn’t be a bad idea. It takes a few minutes, most of it spent on transmuting things that may be relevant. I dump the contents of my shoulder bag on the couch before stuffing my hastily-gathered and made supplies into it. Shove my feet back into my boots and rush to the door. My hand pauses at the doorknob. I run back to the table to grab the map before running out the doors, down the steps, and out onto the street. It’s more crowded than I had expected; though most people have started to return to their business once they noticed that there would only be two flares, there are still quite a few curious onlookers. One woman I have to shoulder past gives me pause. It’s not fair to say she looks familiar, but she certainly feels like someone I’ve met before. I apologize quickly and she waves me on my way with a smile. There’s still a faint plume of smoke, quickly dissipating, that I can follow. Keeping my eyes on the sky and navigating the main road is a pain. I quickly dart into an alleyway, make sure it’s not actually a dead end, and keep going. I can’t really afford to run all that much, but I walk as fast as I can. Having been a student alongside a doctor for the past little while, my stamina isn’t… the best. I’ll have to remember to work on that. Maybe get up with the sun and go for a jog in the mornings. It takes another fifteen minutes of intermittent walking and sprinting before I hear something that isn’t quite an explosion. The ground rumbles under my feet. There’s no smoke rising up; at least that means there’s probably nothing on fire. Once I finally come out of a cramped alley, I come face to face with a warehouse that has clearly seen better days. The two large, main doors are still faintly swinging by whatever that earlier shockwave was. The side wall to my right has a bunch of spokes sticking out of it, like someone has transmuted a bunch of handholds to scale the wall. From the light shining on the dust inside, probably to get in through a window. Once the dust begins to settle, I can somewhat make out a few shadows. There’s a stack of old wooden crates by the door I dash to hide behind. Edward and Alphonse might be able to handle any kind of combat, but I’m certainly not. I can feel my heart beating in my throat and my hands feel like ice. I clench my fists to try and keep my hands from shaking too much. Breathe in. Breathe out. I can make out Edward shouting something, and the sound of metal scraping against… something. Whatever it is definitely doesn’t sound like it’s made of metal. Once I gather enough courage to look around the corner, I can’t manage to pull away. The woman I had shoved earlier is dancing around Edward looking absolutely bored. Her fingers dart back and forth, extending and retracting, glancing off of Edward’s arm. I don’t have the time to realize that he’s transmuted his automail into something lethal; behind him, in the warehouse, I can see what I think is Alphonse fighting off someone absolutely enormous. Whatever it is looks like it’s starving. His tongue keeps lolling out of his mouth. What I don’t see, though, is Enton. Something goes flying past my face—not sure if it’s debris or a ridiculously overextended claw, but it makes me retreat and slam my back against the crates. I’m not entirely sure what I signed up for, but I’m relatively certain this hadn’t made the shortlist of things that could happen. I clutch my bag tightly to my chest and try to decide what to do. The brothers had set out to find Enton, and clearly had walked right into a trap. Calm down. Breathe. Think. I pull the map out of my bag and unfold it about halfway; I’m trying to take as little space as possible to make sure no part of me is visible beyond the crates. I grab the pen from my bag and hastily draw a circle over the general area where the warehouse is. I look directly across the city from it, but there doesn’t seem to be anything in disuse there that could easily be used by the sketchiest people known to man. I try to look for other warehouses in the area, but most of them seem to still be in use, or have been torn down. I bite my lower lip. It’s a stretch, but maybe… Maybe that old military barracks? It’s not too far. Maybe a few blocks east. And the other homunculus isn’t here, right? The shapeshifter. The hungry one and the claw woman probably aren’t it… but I’m assuming they can only do one strange thing each. I lean my head back against the crates. This is stupid. This is so incredibly stupid and dangerous and I really shouldn’t be doing anything without warning either of the Elrics, but… Something else whizzes past the wooden crates. I try not to think about how it almost looked like a severed limb. Shove the map back into my bag without folding it along with the pen, and slowly make my way due east. While minding my step and trying to stay out of sight of the open doors, I keep reminding myself to breathe. And I don’t know what I should hope for: to be right, and find Enton with his possible captor, or to be wrong and have taken myself away from a fight that I probably wouldn’t have been able to help with anyways.

[noteguk]

bad behavior | jjk | m

This is in the same universe as “bad influence.” It can, however, be read as a stand-alone. 

— summary; in which staying late to volunteer at a self-help meeting was the best decision you made in a while. 

— contents and warnings; smut, the endless adventures of badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, public sex (in a church…), dirty talk, fingering, degradation (name calling) but also praise, unprotected sex, clothed sex, creampie, cum play, there is a window and also reflections, rough sex, cockwarming, jk being a lil shit because that’s his main personality trait, jk smokes (only mentioned), enemies to fuckbuddies: dawn of the first day 

— words; 8.2k

— author’s note; for the anon that asked how their first time was like ;) join me as we explore the lore of this godforsaken couple 

It was your mother’s idea for you to find a new place to volunteer. According to her, it had been a long time since you experienced “the invigorating energy of community work” — last time was when you were trying to level up your college application — and it could really “soothe your anxious soul” during the trying times of college finals. Apparently one tutoring program and two research projects weren’t enough to distract you, but you could see where she was coming from. 

In the end, you accepted. The old places you used to volunteer in had either shut off their programs or were just too far away from college for you to consider. At first, you decided to follow your mother’s suggestion and tried to work with children — “small miracles”, as she called them — in a local daycare. Which ended up being a terrible idea. 

You liked giving back to the community, you really did, but it wasn’t long until you realized that working with infants hasn’t been your wisest decision, and that children weren’t miracles at all. You got tired of going home covered in paint and with pieces of playdough entangled in your hair, and that was when you weren’t unlucky enough to get hit with other, less clean fluids. 

So you eventually gave up — both on the daycare and on the faint idea of one day going into pediatrics — and searched for a new place. After having to yell your way through retirement homes, and getting fed up with washing people’s sidewalks, you finally settled in a program that was flexible and light enough for your intense college hours: preparing (and then later cleaning up) a room that was reserved in a local church for weekly meetings. 

The entire ordeal took about two to three hours off your day, and more than half of it was spent as free time: waiting for the meeting to end, cramming piles of information in a small room next door. You didn’t really know what the meetings were about since they changed practically every month — they were, at first, a support group for teenage mothers, then it became an AA meeting, then a group for drug users trying to quit. Lately, you were starting to think that the church just gave away the room for whoever had the money to rent it, so it wasn’t a surprise when it was reserved for a motivational speaker to give confidence lessons. 

You had researched the guy, some old dude with an unpronounceable name and a sketchy background, and found exactly the type of person you had expected. Yes, you were in the house of Christ, but you were still being heavily judgmental of the fact that he was giving those talks when he had no qualifications whatsoever, and was probably making bank off all the self-help books he regurgitated at least twice a year to prey on vulnerable people. You did share your worries with the administrative office of the church, but they ultimately fell on deaf ears, and you gave up on the idea of kicking his ass out of the holy grounds anytime soon. 

It was after one of those pseudo-motivational talks that you walked into the empty room, ready to clean everything up before rushing back to your place, where your roommate had promised to greet you with some wonderful takeout. The chairs were still placed in a circle on the center of the room, where they had been since forever, and you made sure to align them perfectly before you moved on to the litter that had been thrown around the place. 

One good thing about those self-help meetings was that they were a lot cleaner than a lot of other attendees, so the “picking up the trash until your back started to hurt” part passed by surprisingly fast. You had just moved on to the snack table, analyzing what you could still save, when your soul almost left your body. 

“Hey, you,” you heard a known voice behind you. “What are you doing in here?”

You swiftly turned around, heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t know how you hadn’t let out the biggest, most blood-curdling scream ever, but that was just the first of many miracles of the night. “Jesus Christ,” you wheezed out, taking one hand to your chest. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people like this.” You swallowed dry, some part of your brain recalling that he had asked you a question. “And I’m volunteering here.” 

“I didn’t sneak up on you, you’re just jumpy.” Jungkook scoffed, leaning against the doorframe with that stupid playful smirk curling up on his lips. You didn’t know they allowed demons inside the church. “And of course you are.” He rolled his eyes. 

Maybe a few months back, his mocking tone would’ve stung a bit more. However, you had been tutoring Jungkook for about three months then, suffering through endless sessions of his whining and complaining, and you’ve grown used to his passive-aggressive antics already. You learned that Jungkook was a shark seeking for blood, waiting for any crack that would allow him to jump into a perverse little joke — about how you behaved, your priorities, or even the color of your highlighter. You, of course, always stood your ground and threw his comments right back at him — which was his initial plan, as you’ve come to realize. Jungkook enjoyed playfully arguing with you, and you thought that it was another level of strangeness and masochism you simply didn’t have time to dissect. 

Still, Jungkook (shockingly) wasn’t the terrible person you once thought he was. Every once in a while — when he was trying to talk you out of teaching him — the conversations you two would have were actually mostly pleasant, and he wasn’t awful to hang around when he dropped the whole badass persona to act like a real human being. You would even dare to say that Jungkook could be actually funny at times, and not in the bitter, sarcastic way he usually was. Sometimes, you dared to think, he could actually be reasonably nice. And also kind of cute. Even hot. 

But you would never actually admit any of that out loud. Or even to yourself, really. 

“And you?” You asked, turning back around to face the table full of half-eaten food. That looked like a battlefield, and you could already tell that there were only a few survivors left standing. “What are you doing here? Repenting?” 

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You wish. My parents want me to quit smoking,” he said. You could not see him, but you could hear him walking closer to you as you fumbled with the large Tupperware. “We settled on this crap instead of a forced intervention.” 

You scoffed. Most of the food before you was unsalvageable — some of the cupcakes had been bitten once and then placed back, and you wondered how someone like that could function in society. “You don’t seem very motivated to quit,” you mumbled. 

Jungkook clicked his tongue. “I don’t really care.” 

His voice was much closer to you, and you felt the air leaving your lungs for a pitiful instant. You convinced yourself you had only gotten scared again. “You should care about the growing possibility of lung cancer.” 

He shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s not really on the top of my list of priorities at the moment.” 

“And what is?” You asked. 

“Amongst other things…” he trailed off and, suddenly, he was standing besides you, pointing at the chaotic pile of sweets. “I actually came back to grab another one of those cupcakes. The chocolate ones are great.” 

You didn’t know why, but his comment broke the odd tension that you didn’t even know that was there, clicking you back into your previous mentality — the one that you just wanted to finish cleaning up so you could leave soon. “All yours,” you told him, “grab as many as you want.” 

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction, reaching out to grab one special brown cupcake — an untouched one, thankfully. “I love when you talk dirty.” He almost moaned before shoving the cupcake inside his mouth, taking a huge bite off it. Dramatically, Jungkook rolled his eyes and sighed in delight. “These are fucking great.” 

You chuckled, glancing at his direction. Jungkook was dressed in all black, like he usually was, and you were starting to recognize a newfound admiration towards his constant use of leather jackets. What? He looked good. “I’m glad the self-help sessions are paying off,” you commented, swiftly placing the cupcakes inside the transparent container. 

Jungkook was paying attention to your actions now, like he noticed you were there working for the first time. “What are you doing with the rest?”

“The church will probably donate it, give it to the homeless or something.” You shrugged. “Or they’ll eat it, I don’t know. I just clean up the place and leave.” 

Jungkook laughed at that, taking another monstrous bite from his cupcake and throwing himself on one of the nearby chairs. Your eye twitched a little at the thought that he had ruined your perfect circle, but you’d have to fix that on your way out. “Sounds absurdly boring,” he sang. “And they’re not even paying you.” 

You sighed. “After all the places I’ve volunteered in, boring is a blessing,” you told him. You had just placed five hot dogs in the container, and you were starting to wonder if it would be a good idea to feed people in need with those suspicious sausages. “But, yeah, you probably don’t care about any of that.” 

“You don’t know what I care about,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. You didn’t know if he was trying to tease you, but his voice came out so soft and monotone that you couldn’t really be mad about it. It was true, after all: you didn’t actually know what he cared about. Sometimes you thought that he could read you better than you could read him. “Want me to stay here with you? This place is probably empty already.”

You could not hold back your laugh at that, turning around so you could look at him. “Are you offering to be my bodyguard? In a church?” 

Jungkook pouted. There was a thin line of chocolate on the side of his lips, which he quickly licked clean. “I’m trying to be nice.”

You giggled, turning back towards the disgusting food. The rest was mostly trash, but you were happy enough with the amount you had managed to find in a good state. “That’s new.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked. “I’m always nice.”

“Always is a strong word.” You smiled, closing the lid of the Tupperware. You had managed to fill three small containers with the leftovers and, honestly, that was a big victory. “But you can stay or you can leave, I don’t mind. I’m almost done anyways.” 

He frowned. “Is that your answer?” 

You turned around. “What? You want me to beg for your company?” You smiled. “You’re mistaken if you think I’d ever do that.”

“I’m staying.” Jungkook crumpled up the piece of cupcake wrapping and threw it in the trash can besides your body. He watched you for a moment as you started to throw the leftovers away, your back turned to him and a distracted look on your face. When he broke the silence again, you were throwing the last piece of bread in the bin. “Why are you volunteering?” 

“Because I like giving back to the community.” 

Jungkook sneered at your words. “Seriously now. Don’t lie, we’re in a church.” 

“I do, actually,” you stood your ground. There was a vague sound of crickets coming from the half-open window and the low buzzing of the fluorescent lights above you, but, other than that, the city was covered in absolute silence. Perhaps that was why you felt so at peace. “But my mom told me it would be a good thing to keep myself relaxed. You know, take my mind off college stuff.” 

He hummed, and you heard him getting up from the chair. “You always do what your mom tells you?” 

You met his gaze. “Didn’t your parents make you come here?”

He smiled. “Not the point.” 

Before you could hold yourself back, your lips were curling up. Again: Jungkook wasn’t absolutely awful to be around when he actually acted like a human being. “When she says something I agree with, yes,” you told him. “My ego isn’t bruised when it comes to following someone’s idea.” 

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re saying that mine is?”

“I didn’t say that.” You smirked and turned back to the table. You started piling up the used plastic cups, already eyeing all the used plates, forks and knives that you’d have to throw away. The daycare had better eating manners than that. “Thought we were talking about me.” 

“We were,” Jungkook agreed. One of his inked hands moved to the table, and you were about to tell him that he could eat more of the cupcakes when you realized that he had started to reach for the discardable plates, throwing them away. You really didn’t think he’d help you. “Finals are coming up, though, and you care about that shit. Shouldn’t you be using this time to study or something?”

“I study while you’re out here listening to becoming your real self or, I don’t know... waking up the giant within,” you said. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” 

He hummed, his nose cringing up at the disgusting remains of food that stuck to the plastic forks. Jungkook seriously didn’t know how you could do that for fun. “You know there are better ways to relax than cleaning up a dusty room, right?” 

“Probably,” you agreed. The cups were already in the trash, alongside with the plates, and there were only a few crumpled up napkins to get rid of before you tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. “But here I am. That’s what I chose for myself.” 

“Literally any other option would’ve been better,” Jungkook pressed on. “Isn’t that obnoxious friend of yours in cheer or something?” 

“Who? Jisoo?” You smiled at him. No one had ever called her obnoxious, but you couldn’t say that the title didn’t fit. Jisoo could be really… intense when it came to standing up for what she believed in. “She is. She invited me to join her already, if that’s what you’re gonna ask, but it’s not really my thing.” 

“It’s a shame,” he mumbled, leaning against the table. It was a beautiful miracle how clean that room had become just by getting rid of the piles of gross food, and you had proudly thrown the last piece of paper inside the trash bin when Jungkook spoke up again. “You’d look really hot in that outfit.” 

You stopped in your tracks, taking a second to digest the claim he had so mindlessly thrown your way. Just like all-things-Jungkook, a pleasant conversation could not last long, so you weren’t even surprised that he managed to ruin that talk with such a fuckboy-esque comment. 

Also like all-things-Jungkook, he managed to awaken a reaction out of you that you didn’t even know could be there. With a faint heat in your cheeks and a frown blossoming amongst your features, you actually felt a little bit of... satisfaction with the fact that he thought that you’d look hot in that skimpy outfit. At the same time, you wanted to slap yourself for falling into his charms so easily. 

In that conflicting turmoil of emotions, all you could say was a monotone, “You cannot be serious right now.”

Even if you kind of wanted him to be serious. 

“I’m being dead serious,” Jungkook didn’t back down, much to the elation of your ego. You felt like a schoolgirl being recognized by her crush, and the idea alone made your stomach curl onto itself. What the hell were you even thinking about? Yeah, Jungkook was pretty hot, but he was also kind of a douche and you didn’t want to get involved with that mess of a person. Or at least that was what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I mean…” he continued, “you’re even rocking this knee-level dress right now, can’t even imagine how you’d look if—“ 

“You can shut up now, Jungkook, thanks,” you interrupted him. Because you didn’t know how to act when he was so blatantly flirting with you, you switched back to the same passive-aggressive behavior that you had given him for the past three months. Call it self-preservation, call it panic, but your mind simply didn’t know where to go from there. “And I’m also done here, so you can skidaddle back to whatever swamp you came out of.” 

“Awn, don’t be mean, princess.” He pouted. Jungkook was a master at getting you worked up, and you had just given that to him on a silver platter. Maybe if you had mock-flirted back, he would’ve baked away. You would never know. “I was just fucking with you, you’re too easy to tease.” 

You pressed your lips together, hip touching the corner of the now empty table. “You were pretty much harassing me,” you said playfully. 

“I was not.” Jungkook smirked, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his pants. When had the two of you gotten so close? There was barely any space between your chests. “But it’s okay, I’m not gonna compliment you anymore, don’t worry. You don’t have to be so defensive.” 

“I’m not being defensive,” you said, defensive. 

“What, is it the church setting?” He raised his eyebrows, taking a look around. “Is it making you uncomfortable?” 

“No,” you answered, crossing your arms before your chest. Jungkook followed the movement and his gaze got stuck on the shape of your breasts for a second too long, making a newfound wave of heat rise up to your cheeks. “Not as much as you’re trying to make me uncomfortable right now.” 

He chuckled. “You do look cute when you’re shy,” Jungkook teased, taking a step towards you, and you took another one back, pretending you were just going to lean against the table. You sat on it in a weird diagonal position, with one leg still on the ground and the other dangling over the edge. Jungkook was so close that, when he spoke again, voice just above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your skin. “If you don’t want me here, just ask me to go and I’ll go.” 

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words came out. The atmosphere was filled with electricity, your body drowning in the warmth of his presence, the sharp seriousness in his dark eyes, and you could not bring yourself to say anything. Did you want him to leave? 

No, you realized in a rush of adrenaline, you didn’t want him to leave at all. 

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows. “Hm? Nothing?” He smirked, placing himself between your legs. Every nerve of your body was screaming for you to touch him, to just wrap his mouth with yours, and you simply could not respond to any of its commands. “You’re full of surprises.” 

You found your voice at that comment, heart hammering against your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You’re a smart girl, you can figure it out.” Jungkook placed one strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze flickering down to your chest. From where he stood, he could see the beautiful mounds of your breasts peeking under the fabric, licking his lips at the sight. “Can I at least say that I like your dress?” 

Jungkook’s palm slithered up your knee before you could even react, moving towards your inner thigh and raising your dress along with it. His touch was electrifying, and you found yourself craving more of it, a sigh caught on your throat at the tenderness of his hot skin. 

“Something tells me that your compliment isn’t so innocent,” you told him, leaning your head back slightly so you could hold his gaze. “Aren’t you gonna complete that and say that I would look better without it?”

Jungkook chuckled. “The idea is compelling, I’ll admit it,” he said, rubbing soft circles on your skin. His other hand slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “But don’t need to take it off to fuck you.” 

Your eyes grew wide at that, brain short-circuiting. You frankly couldn’t believe that was happening — the fact that Jungkook was so shamelessly trying (and honestly succeeding) to initiate sex with you. In a fucking church too, of all places. “What- what did you say?”

“You heard what I said.” His stare didn’t falter. Jungkook was looking at you like he could eat you whole, and you seriously wouldn’t mind if he tried to. You'd deal with the social and psychological implications of that another time. “Just tell me to stop and I’ll do it, princess. No hard feelings, promise.” 

This time, you spoke out and the firmness and certainty in your voice surprised even yourself. “I don’t want you to stop.” 

“No?” His voice sounded like honey, so deep and melodic even through the thick layers of his sarcasm. You had never heard him get so serious, so focused, and the thought that it was all for you was igniting a fire inside your guts. “You wanna get fucked in a church?” 

You bit your lip, blinking up at him. The point was: you wanted Jungkook, of all people, to fuck you. The fact that it was in a church was just the cherry on top, and you didn’t care about it as much as you should — your mom would be weeping blood if she knew what was going on, but you weren’t planning on telling anything to anybody. “And what if I do?” You asked back teasingly. 

Jungkook smiled, knocking the breath right out of you. You could only hope that you didn’t look as horny as you felt, because your pride was still on the line. “Told you that you were full of surprises.” He pushed one of your legs open, making you lose your support on the floor. Now, both of your feet were dangling off the edge, body trapped between his strong arms and thighs on either side of him. “Are you a virgin, baby?”

You shook your head, and your voice reached you a bit later. “No.”

“Naughty,” Jungkook said, leaning in. He stared at you like a lion stalking its prey, his gaze lingering on your parted lips before, at last, he tilted his head to the side, deciding to move towards your neck instead. “But if you have the taste I think you do, you probably had some lame missionary sex with some goodie-two shoes.” 

When he started kissing your neck, you almost forgot to give him a response. You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan, instead producing a low, shaky sigh. “And if I did? What’s the problem with some lame missionary sex?” 

“No need to get mad, I’m on your side here,” Jungkook said, one of his hands navigating up your waist, between the valley of your breasts, before grabbing your boob. That time, you couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped you. “Did he make you cum?” 

“Sometimes,” you said, slightly flustered. You didn’t think you’d be discussing your sexual history with Jungkook, but, well, there you were. “He was alright.” 

“Only sometimes?” Jungkook chuckled, the vibrations of his deep timbre vibrating through the sensitive skin of your neck, his thumb grazing your nipple. The heat between your legs only grew, your entire body practically begging to feel more of him. “That’s a shame, I could do better.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start getting cocky.”

“I never stopped being cocky,” he responded without hesitation. Well, he was right. “And I do have a good track record.” 

“Doubt it,” you said, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips. You knew that you were playing a dangerous game, pressing right at the weak spots of his inflated ego to see how he would react. Perhaps you’d be luckier trying to poke a bear with a short stick. “You wouldn’t know the difference between a real and fake orgasm even if it hit you in the face.” 

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you for an instant. You knew he had caught onto your challenge straight away. He liked it as much as you did, there was no doubt about that. “Let’s see, shall we?” he asked. There was no denying the devilish aura that was all around him now, suffocating you with its tempting heat. “How long do we have?”

“I’m locking up the room tonight,” you said, watching as his eyes sparked with an emotion you could not decipher. “But I wanna get home before ten. Have homework.” 

You could see him fighting against the natural urge to ridicule you for saying something like that at such an odd time, but, at the end, he managed to avoid it. “More than enough time.” Jungkook placed one hand on the back of your neck, gaze darting hungrily toward your lips. “Come here.”

And then his mouth was on yours, and everything else was white noise. Jungkook kissed you much slower than you had anticipated, taking his sweet time caressing your mouth with his; hands exploring the curves of your body and teasing their way underneath your dress. He sighed heavily against your mouth when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss, his soft tongue poking out and entering your mouth perfectly. Jungkook was a good kisser, you had to admit it, and he got your knees weak sooner than you’d like. 

His body was hot and firm against yours and you could feel the outline of his abs underneath your fingers as you trailed your hands down his torso; his quick heartbeat drumming on your palms. Jungkook’s breathing got heavier as you hooked your fingers on the hem of his pants and tugged him toward you. Instantly you noticed the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

Then, something switched. Just as you had reached out to touch his hardness, squeezing it lightly underneath your fingers, Jungkook groaned against your mouth and bit down on your lip. You had barely any time to react before he was pulling away from the kiss, gaze darkening. 

“Such a tease,” he mumbled hoarsely, his breath hitting your mouth in soft waves. His hand was hovering over your heat, his middle finger pressing down on your sensitive nub, making you whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me.” 

Jungkook was much quicker than your thoughts and, within a second, the motion of your panties being pushed aside made you fumble closer to him; your hands holding tightly onto his shoulders when he finally decided to touch you. 

“Fuck,” he groaned next to your ear, making your mind go blank for a split second. The teasing motions of his digits brushing your entrance were enough to make you whimper, hips thrusting forward in a failed attempt to make him move further. “Look at this, you’re soaking my fingers. Wanna get fucked that bad?”

But he didn’t let you respond. The sudden intrusion of two fingers inside your pussy made your back arch, nails digging in the leather of his jacket as Jungkook opened you up. “I—” you tried to speak, but it was hard to think when he started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The sounds of your wetness were a filthy symphony filling the quiet atmosphere. “Jungkook, what—” 

“God, that’s so tight,” he groaned, speaking through clenched teeth. His voice was enough to shut you up at the spot, a frail moan dripping from your lips. “Relax, baby, you’re too tense. Let me take care of you, alright?” 

You nodded, eyes drifting shut as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You hated to admit it, but Jungkook was already winning against your ex by a long shot: the way his digits brushed inside you, gradually moving apart to stretch you, got you searching — begging — for more. You were sure you could cum around his fingers and, when he curled them up and they dragged against your sweet spot, the idea became a lot more palpable. 

“Jungkook, you’re taking too long, I’m gonna cum like this,” you complained, chest rising and falling under the waves of your upcoming orgasm. You could feel it building up in your stomach, ready to snap, and you didn’t want it to happen around his fingers. “I wanna feel you.” 

Jungkook breathed out at your needy request, placing a kiss against your jaw. “I’m just getting you ready for my cock, baby,” he said. A loud moan dripped from you when he unceremoniously added a third finger, your legs trembling on either side of his body. “I don’t know if you can take it.”

You scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you said, only half aware of the fact that your voice sounded more like a whimper than a serious comment. “I can.” 

He smirked wickedly. You really were pushing his buttons. “We’ll see about that,” Jungkook responded. 

Within a second, right as your orgasm was about to wash over you, he removed his fingers from your pussy. The frustrated moan you let out was quickly swollen by him, his mouth rogue against yours and the sweetness of his tongue intoxicating you — probably those stupid cupcakes, you thought. 

“Turn around for me,” he asked. 

You quickly did as he requested, putting your feet on the ground before turning your back to him, hands leaning on the table. Jungkook placed one hand on the curve of your spine, pushing you down until you had your chest against the surface, ass perked up and pussy in full display for him. There was a gush of cold air against your flesh when he pulled up the fabric of your dress and tossed it over your waist, exposing your lower body for him.

The boy hummed at the sight, one of his legs kicking your feet apart so he could position himself in the middle of your thighs. “You’re pretty all around,” Jungkook commented, one of his palms grazing your asscheek before grabbing it. His motion was harsh, needy; earning a whimper from you. “Knew you would be.” 

Through the dense clouds of your desire, there was still some part of you that managed to make fun of that situation. “You spend your free time thinking about my ass?”

“Won’t answer until I have a lawyer present,” he joked. 

You felt his fingers hooking around the fabric of your panties, pushing it further to the side so you had your cunt fully exposed for him to see. The drumming of your heartbeat almost drowned out the low groan he produced at the sight of your flushed heat. 

“Princess, your pussy is dripping so much…” Jungkook trailed off, one of his fingers tracing a line between your lips. He felt the urge to eat you out, to lick you completely clean and make you cum on his tongue, but he decided that would have to wait for a different time. “Is this all for me?” 

“Yeah, all for you,” you said, weak. There was a thundering exasperation building up inside you, motivated from your denied orgasm and from the way that Jungkook was taking his sweet time. 

“Good girl,” he mumbled and your chest was filled with pride. “Can’t wait to fuck it.” 

“Then don’t wait,” you practically begged. “Just rush.”

He removed his finger from your heat. “Shh… be patient,” Jungkook told you and you swore you could practically hear the smile in his voice. You could hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his zipper opening echoing around that still room. “I’m gonna give you whatever you want.” 

You whined at the abrupt feeling of his warm cock rubbing between your folds, its tip hitting your clit after every languid thrust. “Fuck,” you cried out, shaky. Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said that he was big, his length was so thick that you were starting to get second thoughts whether you could take it or not. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. “Just put it in, Jungkook.” 

But Jungkook was having way more fun just teasing you. “Pussy’s so wet for me.” He breathed out, his hands tightening around your hips. You felt him throb between your folds, and the sensation got you searching for air. “You’re soaking my cock, baby. You want it that much?”

“Y-Yeah.”  

Jungkook hummed, leaning in so he could place a kiss on your shoulder. “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve to be fucked, princess,” he promised, his length still rubbing between your folds. He was so hard and heavy that your mind was spinning, your lungs drowning in expectation. “Gonna fuck you so well that you’re never going to forget it. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” your voice was a pathetic moan, and you hated your body for betraying you so easily. “Yes, please.” 

After another pec on your shoulder, Jungkook leaned back. “Be loud for me, alright?” He asked. “Can you do that for me?”

You swallowed hard — what were the chances that someone would hear you? You had no idea. “Yeah, whatever you want, just fuck me.”

“Whatever I want? That’s a dangerous thing to say.” He moved around behind you, making you flinch when you felt his cock align with your dripping entrance. The anticipation was driving you insane. “Might have to see if you’re up for it another time.” 

There was an answer somewhere in your mind — you could swear there was — but it was quickly forgotten the second that Jungkook pushed himself inside you. The drag of his cock was a delicious torture, streching you out and filling you up to the brim until you were shaking under his touch, both of you moaning at the sensation. 

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, hands turning into fists on the table. Your cheek was pressed against the polished wood, hot breath creating small white clouds on the surface. 

Jungkook released a shaky sigh when he felt you clenching around him, your body desperately trying to move closer to him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Gradually, he moved himself away from your pussy just so he could slam back inside, marveling on the way you trembled at the feeling, crying out his name in the prettiest of whimpers. “Your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeezing my cock so well.” 

Took you only an instant to realize that you were absolutely addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you, the heavenly push of his hardness in and out of you as he slowly started to set a pace. “Oh my god, I’m—” a pitiful hiccup interrupted you, turning your voice into a sharp cry. “That’s so good, Jungkook.”

Jungkook chuckled behind you, his thrusts starting to pick up speed. Your eyes closed in endless bliss, every part of your brain focused on the sensation of his fat length stretching you up. “Told you I’d be, not my fault you didn’t believe me,” he said, but you could tell that his confidence had started to wear itself thin — he, too, seemed to be much more focused on the way that your bodies met. “Do you touch yourself, princess?”

You almost didn’t know how to answer him, a deep heat rushing up to your cheeks. “W-What?”

“When you’re alone, baby,” he practically hissed. You were bouncing on the table then, your body jerking up and down as he fully pistoned his cock inside your heat. “Do you play with your little pussy?”

“Y-yes,” you stammered, embarrassed. “S-Sometimes.” 

“Show me how you do it,” he requested in-between huffs, lust dripping from every syllable. Jungkook spoke to you like a siren, effortlessly inducting you to comply with everything he wanted. “Come on. Don’t be shy, I wanna see you play with yourself for me.” 

You didn’t even know if what you were feeling was shyness, but there was a veil of hesitation that covered your actions. As your hands moved downwards, one of them clenching around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up while the other trailed over your mound, you felt strangely vulnerable, exposed. At the same time, you wanted to do what he asked you to, wanted him to wash you over with compliments until your mind was going blank. 

So you closed your eyes and focused on the sensation of two of your fingers coating themselves in your wetness, then their pressure on your clit. You whined at the feeling, pleasure exploding in your veins as you started to rub yourself, tracing small circles on your sensitive spot. There was no way you could ever reach that sensation again, the sweet motions of your fingers combining perfectly with the thrusts of his hard, fat cock inside you. You were doomed. 

“That’s it… just like that, baby,” Jungkook whispered, obsessed with the sensation of your walls fluttering around him. You had gotten so tight that he thought he would see heaven at any second now. “Feels good?” 

“Y-Yeah, so good...” you struggled to get out, “feels amazing, Jungkook.” 

“So perfect for me,” his praise shot straight up to your core, making you mewl under him. God, the way that you were tightening around him was going to drive him insane. “You feel so fucking good, I can’t stop fucking you.” 

Jungkook took one of his hands to your neck, using it to guide your body upwards until you had your back pressed against his chest; his hot lips assaulting your neck. The new position made it so much easier for his cock to drill inside you, reaching even deeper and hitting sweet spots you didn’t even know you had. It wasn’t long before you were moaning out, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure overtook you. 

“Just take a look at that, baby,” his voice broke you out of your hypnotized state.  “Look at you. Such a good slut, just taking everything I’m giving you, touching yourself for my cock… fuck. Could watch you like this forever.” 

You had to take a moment to understand what he was talking about, and then you saw it: the window. It stood silently across the room from you, half open, and the glass combined with the darkness of the night gave a perfect reflection of the two of you. You could see yourself, the mess you had become, as Jungkook pounded in and out of you and your fingers worked on your clit; the darkness of his hungry gaze as he followed the motions of your body against his. 

Even if you cried out at the sight, your body freezed up a little at the thought of someone walking by and seeing that private spectacle. The possibility itself was minimal — the window gave way to the side of the land, where a big, thick fence separated it from the nearby houses; most of the ground covered by large trees and bushes — but it wasn’t zero. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the humiliation that would come from being seen like that. 

He, of course, noticed your change of demeanor right away, and you could see in the faint reflection that he had smirked at that realization. “What is it? Are you worried someone is going to walk by?” Jungkook almost groaned against your ear. His cock continued to pump ferociously in and out of you, and you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts for a moment. “That someone is gonna see you get fucked like a good slut?” 

“It’s not—” a moan cut your sentence short. Not like you knew where you were heading, anyways. 

“No one is gonna see you like this, know why?” Jungkook was grunting, his fingers tightening around your throat. You cried out at the feeling, your cunt clenching around him in a way that got him fucking you even harder. “Cause this is all for me. Just for me.” 

Then he was pushing you back on the table, your chest crashing against the wooden surface and his hands yanking you by the waist. Jungkook was fucking you so hard that your worries left you as soon as they arrived, your mind a turmoil of desires and broken exclamations that didn’t give space to anything else but him. 

“You look fucking gorgeous like this, stuffed with cock,” he marveled at the sight. There was a known wave of pleasure hovering over you, ready to crash at any given moment, and you stopped rubbing yourself just so you could prolong its arrival. “Wanna see you cum for me, make a mess for me, baby.” 

The words left you in a confusing, broken order, “Jungkook, I can’t… too much… can’t...” 

“Shhh, you can,” he was slowly easing you into your orgasm, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy. Jungkook fucked like a machine, fast and precise, and you didn’t think you’d be able to forget that anytime soon. “You told me you could take it, so now you’re gonna take it. Don’t you wanna be good for me?” 

“I- I want to… I’m so close,” you cried out, pressing your forehead against the table. You didn’t know how it hadn’t broken yet, with the way that Jungkook was fucking you so mercilessly hard. “I’m so, so close.”

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he urged you on, his member throbbing inside you at the thought. Your legs were so weak that you knew you’d fall facedown on the floor if he wasn’t supporting your weight with his strong arms. “Be a good girl and cream my cock for me.” 

And that was it. That was all that you needed to push yourself over the edge, submerging you in ecstasy and making you squeeze him so deliciously. “J-Jungkook!” You moaned out his name again and again, unsure of how loud you were being, but also not caring as much as you should. Jungkook realized he loved hearing you call his name more than anything else. “Fuck! Oh my god!”

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned back, his thrusts a sloppy, uncoordinated mess. He was hypnotized by the view of your cunt hugging him, your wetness dripping down your thighs as you rode out the last seconds of your orgasm. “Pussy’s so fucking tight, so fucking perfect— gonna cum too.” 

You gasped out at the sensitivity that was starting to spread, every movement shaky as you tried to push yourself against him. “Yes, please.” You looked over your shoulder, meeting his hooded gaze. Jungkook looked like a god, his dark hair sweaty and messy and his lip trapped between his teeth. That image would plague you forever. “Cum inside me, please.” 

He groaned loudly, eyes closing for a second. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,” he hissed, chest heaving with anticipation. You knew he was close, everything pointed to that, and all that you wanted was to see him reach his high, using your body like it was just a doll for him to fuck. “Didn’t know you’d want to be filled up with cum, princess.” 

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled — a pretty, fucked-out smile that got Jungkook grunting like a madman. “I want your cum inside me, Jungkook, please.” 

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, don’t worry— Shit.” The sounds he was making were heavily: those breathy, high-pitched moans that echoed all around you; broken by deep grunts that had your thighs shaking. Jungkook fucked himself in you like he was meant for it, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he finally found his orgasm. “Fuck! That’s it, fuck—”

Jungkook called out your name and mixed it with praises and curses when he came, spilling himself inside your pussy. You sighed at the feeling, taking in the blissful sensation of having his hot cum spilling out of you, dripping down your legs as he continued to thrust inside you, milking out his orgasm. 

At last, he started to wince from sensitivity. His body collided against your back, his heavy breathing fanning your neck as he tried to collect himself. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbled, “you’re amazing.” 

“You’re not so terrible yourself.” You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips, nor the way that you melted against the surface of the table, drowning in his heat. 

Still, you couldn’t stay there for much longer: it was already a miracle that no one heard the chaos going on in that room, and you weren’t trying to push your luck for the night. Especially since you had a pile of homework (and possibly — now cold — takeout) waiting for you at home. 

You raised your body, leaning against your elbows. “I have to leave,” you told him, taking one of your hands to lay on top of his tattooed one, trying to ease his grip from your waist. “Now if you could just…” 

“Shhh, shhh,” Jungkook hushed, unrelenting. He was much stronger than you, and your muscles were too weak for you to try and do much, so you eventually gave up. “Stop moving. Let me feel you around me for just a bit more.” 

You frowned. “Why?”

“I like it,” he said simply. His breath was a faint caress against the skin of your neck, and you didn’t have much fight left in you. “We all have our tastes.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so weird.”

“Don’t kinkshame.” Jungkook pouted, then pressed a kiss against your shoulder. “You just begged me to fuck you in a church, remember?” 

“Yeah, I guess I don’t have much place to judge.” You laughed dryly, then looked over your shoulder. “Why is your cock still hard? How long is this gonna take?” 

Jungkook groaned, clearly annoyed. “Shut up and enjoy the moment.” 

~ 

The so-called moment lasted about two more minutes (which was kind of impressive, you thought) before Jungkook softened and slipped out of you. You hated to admit but you kind of liked the feeling of having him still inside you, completing you as his lips danced around your neck; fingers tenderly playing with your hair. You never thought Jungkook would be so gentle after fucking you like that, but you guessed that you weren’t the only one that was full of surprises. 

Jungkook, apparently, also liked to admire his work. After he had slipped out of you, he made you sit back on the table just so he could stare at his own cum dripping out of you, a glimmer of satisfaction in his dark gaze. He had pushed his white release back inside you and smirked up at you, asking, ever so kindly, for you to go home like that, filled with his cum. 

You, of course, promptly accepted it. 

“By the way,” he called when you two had already stepped out of the church, enveloped by the coldness of the night. There was only one solitary light pole illuminating his features, making him look like one of the saints in the chapel — nothing but fake advertisement, in your opinion. “Wanna know how much I got in that immunology test?”

“How much?” You asked. 

“Eighty two.” Jungkook smiled brightly then, and you found yourself joining him. “Never saw a grade so high in my life. And that counts all the times I’ve cheated too.” 

“Seems like the tutoring sessions are paying off.” You crossed your arms before your chest, the hem of your dress swirling around your knees. The night was weirdly peaceful after everything that had taken place. 

“They are.” He nodded. “I’m looking forward to the next one. Helps that my tutor is kind of a hottie too.”

You scoffed. “So I’ve heard.”  

“And, by the way?” 

“Yeah?”

“You would look better without it.” He pointed at your dress, a sly smile already sprouting on his lips. “Hope to see it next time.”

“Good night, Jungkook.” You rolled your eyes, already turning around — yeah, like there would ever be a next time. 

~ 

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Supercorp + Hogwarts AU + meet messy + "is that the best you can do?"

“Hey, do you guys want to see a muggle magic trick?”

Kara doesn’t have to look up to know Alex and Kelly are exchanging glances over Nia’s head. Nia is the best witch in the fifth year hands-down, but her grasp of muggle illusions leave a lot to be desired.

“Sure…” Kelly agrees, politely but unsurely, while Alex shakes her head.

“If this is that stupid coin trick again, Nia—” she starts, but Nia is already squeezing between them on the grass, unfolding a pack of muggle playing cards.

“It is not,” Nia says. “Prepare to be amazed! Yvette says I’m really good at this one.”

“Oh, joy,” Alex mutters under her breath, which turns into a pained yelp when Kelly elbows her in the ribs.

Kara finally raises her gaze from the newspaper she’s been half-reading, fully prepared to commit to Nia’s trick, but then she catches a glimpse of dark hair and a brisk pace. It’s Lena Luthor, notorious loner, actually sitting outside by the black lake with her books.

It’s odd—Lena never sits outside. People talk; Lena doesn’t have many friends (someone even started a rumor that Lillian Luthor pays Jess, another sixth year, to hang out with Lena). In fact, the only time anyone really sees Lena is in class, or in the Slytherin common room when Jess is also there. Kara sees her even less (only when Slytherin and Gryffindor share classrooms), but that doesn’t make the hopeless crush she’s fostered on her since they were eleven any less potent.

Kelly starts clapping suddenly, reluctantly dragging Kara’s eyes from Lena (who is reading a book; Kara is wondering just what kind of book it is). “Aw, Nia, that was good!” she says. “Do it again!”

Even Alex is curiously lifting up the cards one by one, as if trying to determine the trick herself. “Did you use actual magic for this?” she asks.

“I’m just that good,” Nia brags, though the way she tries to expertly shuffle the cards right back into their box suggests otherwise; half of them spill onto the grass. “Oh man!”

“I’ve got this,” Kara says, absentmindedly reaching for her wand. “Accio—”

“Kara, no!”

Oh, that’s right, Kara thinks belatedly. My wand is broken. It had been an unfortunate event on the Quidditch pitch involving an overzealous Hufflepuff seeker (Winn is still very apologetic about it, but it can’t be helped now). Unfortunately, Kara never seems to quite remember that magic is off-limits until it can be fixed.

And even more unfortunate is the fact that her mind and her words have begun to converge; she’s thinking about the book Lena is reading while glancing at the cards, and her mouth is forming silent words, and really it’s not a surprise at all when said book rockets out of Lena’s hands and aims right for Nia’s head.

No one dies, though, nor do they have to make the unpleasant trudge to the infirmary—Kelly is far quicker than any of Kara’s botched magic, and the book explodes into nothing when she mutters a firm, “Evanesco.”

“Kelly!” Kara forgets, for a second, about the whole Nia-about-to-break-her-face thing; her heart drops to the pit of her stomach at the thought that something of Lena Luthor’s has been reduced to figurative dust. What if that book was personal? What if it was special? What if it was—

“Excuse me,” says a quiet, sudden voice, and Kara just about falls over in the grass at the sight of Lena Luthor standing there. “I think you summoned my book.”

Kelly winces. “Oh, actually—”

“I destroyed it,” Kara blurts out, because really, this is her fault and Nia still has a face so the least Kara can do is take a fall for a friend. “I’m sorry. My wand is broken, and I was trying to summon some cards, but I was looking at you and thinking about your book and it just…I’m sorry. Again. I can pay for it?” She immediately begins digging into the pockets of her robes, but all she manages to scrounge up is a broken sugar quill and a drawing on a torn sheet of paper that depicts Professor Grant as a dragon.

For a moment, all Lena does is stare down at Kara in a peculiarly quizzical way. She doesn’t seem mad or anything, just perplexed. A second later she says, “You were thinking about ‘Voyages with Vampires’ strongly enough to summon it? I don’t really enjoy Gilderoy Lockhart books myself.”

“To be fair,” Kara’s quick to defend herself, “I couldn’t read the title from this far.”

“Right. You decided you wanted to snatch my book from me because it was mine.” And just like that, the curious expression on Lena’s face drops entirely, twists into something resigned and exhausted. “Is that the best you can do? Petty little child games?”

“What? No, I would never—”

“Because last week Eve Tessmacher hit me with a furnunculus curse that was far more clever than this,” Lena all but sneers. “It’s always the pig-headed Gryffindors that aim out of their league.”

“You wanna say that again?” Alex is jumping up, her wand brandished out, and Lena glances from her to Kara to Kelly to Nia, as if just realizing how potentially outnumbered she could be.

Except, well, that’s so not the issue. Kara hastens to stand between Alex’s wand and Lena’s body, nearly knocking her sister over in the process. “No! No, I didn’t do that as a prank, I—” She pauses, feels her cheeks go hot, and then rushes out, “Ijustthinkyou’rereallypretty!”

Alex lowers her wand; Kara can tell, because Alex uses it to jab her in the ribs. “Oh, bloody hell,” Alex grumbles, and she nudges Kelly to join her. “I think that’s our cue. I’d rather study for Potions than watch this.”

Kelly obligingly drags Nia along, who looks like she wants to protest, but eventually Nia caves in—though not without trying to wink conspiringly at Kara, which doesn’t work because Nia “winks” with both eyes.

“But—” Kara watches as her friends scatter, and then she is left with the heavy, accusatory gaze of Lena Luthor. She tries to smile, but imagines her attempt is more of a wince than anything. “Did I mention that I’m sorry?”

Lena takes a step forward. She raises her chin in the air, no less guarded, but her eyes convey a tiny bit of that earlier curiosity all the same. “You’ve already had your fun, Kara Danvers,” she says. “But I will give you credit, no one has played the ‘I have a crush on you’ prank yet.”

Kara frowns. “Do people really play pranks on you so much?”

“I am the weird little sister of a boy who tried to blow up Hogwarts,” Lena all but deadpans. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re way more than Lex Luthor’s sister, and that’s just...really mean,” Kara says, words bursting out before she even pauses to rein them in. “I mean, you are so smart! Last year you saved a bunch of first years who wandered into the Forbidden Forest. A-and you never tried out for Quidditch, but sometimes you fly with Jess on the pitch and you’re so fast you could easily run circles around anyone on the Slytherin team. You’re the coolest person ever. Even when you were eleven, you—” Finally, her brain starts to catch up with her mouth, and Kara flushes hotter than she ever thought possible. “Oh, gosh. I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean for that to sound…stalker-y. I only know about the first year thing because Professor Grant’s son was new that year and I was supposed to be babysitting him. And then the flying, well, sometimes I go to the pitch with Winn whenever he wants to practice—”

“Kara. You can breathe any time you want,” Lena prompts, and Kara pauses to do exactly that.

“Sorry,” Kara adds, again, after she’s let her lungs rest a bit. Her whole body feels shivery from head to toe, like she is seconds away from fainting, and honestly? She just might. “Anyway. Um. I can replace that book if you want. Or I can give you the money and you can pick out a better one, since you said you weren’t a fan? Whatever you want.”

Lena is quiet for a beat. “What were you going to say before? About when I was eleven?”

Kara bites her lip so hard she knows she will inevitably have to ask Kelly to heal it later. “Oh, that,” she says evasively. “I meant, when you were eleven, and I walked face-first into the wrong wall trying to get to platform nine and three quarters, and you didn’t even laugh at me. You just...helped me up, and promised you would walk with me to the train until I found my family again.”

“I remember,” Lena says, and her voice is softening, as is her expression. “You somehow got lost between platforms seven and eight. Your sister was furious when she caught up with us.”

“Yeah.” And Kara finds herself smiling at that memory; this time it’s a real smile, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried. “That was really nice.” She wants to mention more—how even when Lillian Luthor scowled at Kara’s hand-me-downs, Lena complimented her right away on the shirt that had once been Alex’s—but all Kara does right now is step back. “I’ve bothered you enough, I think. Will you…let me know? About the book?”

“I don’t care about the book,” Lena says, and she swallows, loud enough that Kara can hear it. “Do you mean it?”

“That you’re...nice?”

“Yes.” Lena’s cheeks are a faint pink color, and Kara’s entire mouth goes dry.

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, and in that moment—with Lena blushing, and Kara’s chest tightening—they both know that she’s confessing to so much more than thinking Lena is nice. “So. Um.” She squares her shoulders, and prepares to be brave enough to live up to the Gryffindor name: “Can I buy you something that’s not a book? Sometime? Maybe on our next trip to Hogsmeade?”

“Like a date?” Lena asks, so impossibly soft, and Kara nods.

“Exactly like a date,” Kara says, and honestly, she should demand ten points to Gryffindor herself because her voice does not waver once.

And Lena Luthor smiles, just cautious enough to show how unsure she is, but still warm enough that Kara’s heart skips a beat. “Okay,” she says. “But on one condition: I’ll handle any magic until then.”

“Deal,” Kara agrees, and it’s official; breaking her wand might have been the best thing that has ever happened to her, ever.

[finelinevogue]

the fact that Y/N has post natal depression Is somewhat refreshing idk I just don't see it talked about much on here and if it is it's like Hella angsty and the partner doesn't understand what it is but I was wondering if u could touch on it a bit more cause it's something I'm really scared about happening to me and I just want harry to hold me and tell me it's going be okay 😚😚😚😚

P.s. if u don't wanna it's understandable

anon: can u write about harry helping y/n through her ppd maybe like the 3rd time was so bad that h decide that he won’t be having more children

so this was requested twice so i would love to be able to write this for you both, hope this is okay - mind it’s heavily angsty!;

tw: vomiting, ppd and od

oli - 4, felix - 3, belle - 12 weeks

Motherhood was really fucking hard.

The birth of your newly born daughter, Isabella, had really taken a back pedal on your mental health. You had suffered with post natal depression after the birth of your two sons, but nothing as bad as this.

It had hit you around the 7 week mark after giving birth. The pregnancy itself was okay, even though she was slightly premature, but it was after you’d taken her home that it’d all spiralled downhill. It started with complications with her breastfeeding - like she was rejecting the milk that you had produced. It hurt to see her reject you and your body, finding more comfort in drinking from a pre-made milk bottle as her dad rocked her to sleep. You recall the evening so clearly and felt like an utter failure as you watched her drink a bottle of formula for the first time.

“Ssh ssh,” Harry cooed to your 7 week old daughter as he rocked her in his arms on the rocking chair in her nursery. She was whining because she was hungry, but the problem was that she wasn’t accepting your milk. She hadn’t been accepting your milk all day and now it was becoming dangerous for you to keep on saying ‘Oh i’ll just try later.’ Harry had told you to make a formula bottle for her. “Mummy’s coming.”

As much as you didn’t want to, you were walking back to the nursery with a warm bottle in your hands. You’d tested it on your hand to make sure it wasn’t too hot and then taken a sip to taste it, out of jealousy, and you thought that it didn’t taste any different to you. Then again you’re not a 7 week old human whose only date is milk.

“Look here’s mummy with your yummy milk, okay? Look Belles!” Harry cooed at his darling angel and you only wished he wasn’t as happy for her as he was.

“Yeah.” You spoke softly, handing him the bottle and standing nearby, part of you hoping that she would reject this too and she wasn’t just rejecting you.

But no, she drank the formula like it was her last meal.

“Such a sweet girl, aren’t you?” Harry praised her, watching her in awe as she kept on drinking the formula. Watching as she was drinking to become the strong girl you knew she’d become. It just hurt that it wasn’t you that could help her become that.

You felt powerless. Worthless, even. The one thing that you had carried the weight of your breasts around to do and you couldn’t even do it. Your nipples were so sore and your breasts ached so badly and it was all for nothing. Perhaps it was punishment for being such a bad mum. Perhaps you’d never been good enough for this job and it was your bodies way of shutting you down forever. You wouldn’t need the ability to produce milk anymore, because you weren’t worth the title of becoming one again. You wanted to be happy for your little one, seeing her happy but all you felt was rejection and sadness. She didn’t think you were good enough to be her mum and that really hurt.

Along with the breastmilk problem, Belle also became very stubborn when you wanted to change her nappy. Anytime you tried to change and help her she put up a fuss, kicking her legs and sometimes she would bite or hit you away. It was just a reminder that you weren’t a good enough mum for her and that she didn’t feel safe enough around you. She didn’t find comfort in your presence and she was so fussy about what you did around her. With Harry, though, she was an angel. She loved him so much and obviously he made her feel so loved and safe - something you’d clearly never be able to give her.

There was also the chores of being a mother to your other two sons too. Oli and Felix were old enough to understand that they had a baby sister, but they weren’t old enough to understand how miserable you were. Harry wasn’t even able to figure it out yet. You tried your best to put on your bravest face, knowing that your family needed you to be strong but the truth was that you were crumbling on the inside. You were feeling less and less like yourself and you were waiting for the moment when you’d completely fall apart. Nothing felt right anymore. Everything was just numb.

“You two boys okay?”

You walked into the children’s playroom see that they were sat at the little table colouring in. Felix’s little legs dangled slightly, whereas Oli’s legs touched the floor and it made your heart swell at how big they were both getting.

“Yep!” Oli cheered, scribbling with his left hand as his tiny tongue stuck out from his lips as he concentrated - a habit passed onto him from his father.

“What are you both drawing?” You asked, coming over and kneeling on the floor beside them and having a peek at their drawings.

“We’re colouring for daddy.” Felix answered, some of the words not being pronounced properly due to his young lisp and lack of being taught how to say things correctly yet.

His words stung though. You appreciated that he was only a toddler and he meant nothing evil or malicious by it, but it hurt to think that maybe, just maybe, your sons were doing this for their dad because he did so much more for them than you did. Of course you tried to be the best mum you could, but maybe you weren’t doing enough. Maybe you weren’t meant to be a mum after all, or at least not a good one.

“O-oh,” you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes because your boys looked so proud at their artwork - and you should be too. “Tell me about them then, my loves.”

Oli went first, “So this is me and this is Oli and this is dad. It’s us playing football like we did the other day, mummy.” He pointed out to each of the figures, some looking actually quite terrifying but you’d never have the heart to tell him that. The figures were all holding hands though and it hurt to think that you weren’t a part of that.

“Oh that’s so good Ols!” you rubbed his head of hair and then turned to Felix’s, “What about you Fix?”

“I drew daddy as the best.” He pointed to a trophy that the figure - more like a stick-man-slenderman - was holding, which was decorated with the award of ‘my hero’.

“I told him to write hero, mummy.” Oli added, and you smiled at both of them.

“Well done. Good job both of you. Daddy will love these!” You only wished that they would draw something for you. You hated to think that you were being petty, but honestly you just wanted to feel loved. “Shall I go cut up some apple for a snack, hey?” You asked, trying to feel useful.

“Daddy is making us smoothies!” Felix answered and you had to stand up, up and away from their heigh, so they didn’t catch the tears in your eyes.

“Okay! Don’t forget to give him those pictures - he’ll love those.” You praised them and they both giggled to each other.

The sight of your sons laughing should’ve made you so happy, but it only reminded you that you weren’t the source of their happiness. You weren’t on their mind enough to be their inspiration for drawings. You definitely weren’t their hero. You were just a woman to them, not a mum. You wanted to be so much more but it was clear that they didn’t need you. They were loved by their dad and each other, not in need of your heart.

Eventually Belle settled down and was sleeping better through the night, leaving you and Harry to much more peaceful nights sleep. Well, just Harry.

You had found it near impossible to get to sleep now. You lay awake at night wondering when Belle would next wake up, wondering when she’d next need you. Harry was always quick out of bed though, even if he actually was sleeping, to help her ordering you to stay in bed and rest yourself. You couldn’t help feel like he was telling you to stay put because he knew you wouldn’t be able to do your job properly - and you started to believe him.

You’d found yourself getting jealous of those that could get to sleep. When you were walking down the road you’d judge a person by how much sleep they looked like they got last night. You definitely looked like you only had 2 hours - even when you’d only had 37 minutes but who’s counting? Your dark circles were heavily noticeable, but no one cared enough to ask. Even Harry stayed clear of you more and more often; spending more time with the kids than you and sleeping on his side of the bed instead of yours at nighttime.

There had been one evening where you had been so restless that Harry had gotten so frustrated and left the room, with a blanket and a pillow, and slept on the couch. You’d never felt so much like a burden than that night. Your family was rejecting you and you felt like a failure. You were a success at failing in everything. The meals you cooked went half eaten by everyone because you would’ve forgotten to add a key ingredient. The children preferred to spend more time playing with their dad because you weren’t energised enough to play the games they wanted to. Your daughter still rejected your milk. It was all too much and you just wanted one nights peace for it to change.

Last night had been that night.

Fuck these were so addicting. You were finally getting the sleep that you so badly craved, only with the help of tablets.

You wanted the sleep because that was the one place you could escape to. You needed that escape to help you get out of bed the next morning. Life was too hard for you to not dream, and without dreaming you didn’t want life.

It started off with taking one every night before bed, but then they stopped working again, so you started taking two, then three. Four was obviously where your body hit its limit.

“Mummy? Can you come tuck me in please?” Oli asked, little toy giraffe in hand and shaking you in hopes of waking you up to send him peacefully off to sleep.

You’d gone to bed a bit earlier tonight, lying saying that you were extremely exhausted. Harry said he would be able to handle things and that’s when you excitedly ran upstairs to take your pills; 4 of them. You’d made it into your bed, feeling slightly drowsy after completing your nighttime routine, but then you started to feel unwell and really ill. Before you’d passed out you’d stuck your fingers down your throat in hopes to make the feeling in your stomach disappear, but it ended up you throwing up all over the bed and pass out right there.

“Mummy! Wake up!” Oli rattled your back, but you were still unresponsive.

Oli padded out of the room and down to his sisters room where he knew his dad was. Belle was being extra fussy this evening and Harry suspected it had everything to do with you retiring early. He heard Oli come into the room just as he’d gotten Belle down.

“Y’alright buddy?” Harry whispered, tip-toeing out of Belle’s room, leaving the door open slightly, and crouched down in front of him.

“No. Mummy’s not waking up.” Oli pouted, rubbing a tired fist over his eye.

“She’s probably in dreamland, bud. She was really tired today.”

“She’s really tired all of the times.”

“I know, Ol.” Because Harry did know, but he was too much of a coward to face up to the problem. The doctors had said that post natal depression can strengthen with every birthed child, but he was too blind sighted by the fact that you’d overcome the first birthed post natal depression so quickly, and was so in love with his baby girl, that he didn’t truly see how bad things had gotten. Harry had tried giving you some space, distancing himself from you in bed and spending more time with the kids so you could relax and rest up, but nothing seemed to be working. He was surprised, actually, that you’d been having better sleep recently and so was hopeful that maybe the worst of the depression was over.

Hell, was he so wrong.

“Go to bed, bud okay? I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Wake mummy up so she can give me a kiss.”

“I’ll try little man, alright?” Harry scuffed his sons hair and then watched him walk off to his room.

Harry walked into your dark room, the air smelling slightly sour, and walked around to your side of the bed. He sat down next to you sighed heavily. He needed to speak to you, no matter how tired or angry you’d be with him. He was losing you as a wife and a mother and a soulmate and a lover. He was just losing you, just as you were losing yourself and he was doing tip-toeing around the problem any longer. He was going to try and make this better. He was going to better understand how you were feeling in order to help you.

“Baby?” He spoke softly, nudging you gently, “Baby wake up.” No response. “Y/N, my love? Wake up for me darling, need to speak with you.” Normally you would’ve stirred by now but there was still nothing. “Y/N?” Harry shook you a bit more urgently now - one that would surely wake even the deepest of sleepers. “Y/N!” He shouted, perhaps a bit too loudly for the comfort of his children.

He turned you over and that’s when he knew this was very, very, bad.

Your face was pale grey and your mouth was covered in the remains of vomit, and he suddenly understood the gross sour smell from before. Your hair was greasy and stuck all in the wet sick all over your face. Your eyes were puffy from the remains of tears. You looked dead.

“No, no, no. Y/N! No you don’t.” Harry’s eyes starting weeping and he couldn’t think straight. He checked your pulse on your wrist and timed it - it was unhealthily faint. He wouldn’t be surprised if you were in your last beats of your heart. His tears and sobs were uncontrollable, but he had to be both strong for you and his children, as well as for him. “Fuck sake pull yourself together Harry. Okay, baby hold on please. Okay? You don’t get to leave me like this, you hear me? I love you so much, baby. Fuck i’m so sorry.” He gently placed your head back down on the pillow and pulled out his phone.

999

“What’s your emergency?”

“I need a-an ambulance p-please. I-I think my wife i-is dying.”

The rest of it was a blur for Harry. Him trying to wake you up. The ambulance arriving. Oli and Felix crying when they saw you being carried away on a stretcher. Belle’s deafening screams. Harry’s heart beating for the both of you.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was the rhythmic beeping sounds that woke you up.

Your whole body felt achey and sore, your head a pounding mess. You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting them to the light of the room. You expected to see the family photo on the wall opposite you and the white of your curtains, but you were met with a heart-monitor machine and a hospital bed instead. You looked down at your body and noticed a cannula in your arm, making you squirm because you hated stuff like that so much. Your nose had a tube running inside it too, feeding you the oxygen your lungs weren’t receiving properly.

It then dawned on you how you weren’t in the room alone. You saw a sleeping Anne and Gemma on the chairs in the far corner, with Felix and Oli tucked against their sides - Anne with Oli and Felix with Gemma. It was so cute to see them so cuddled up close. They looked peaceful. You took note of the baby pram that was at the end of your bed, most likely playing bed to your beautiful daughter. Your mind felt lost. You can’t really remember what had happened, apart from taking four of those sleeping pills. You fully remember the weight of feeling worthless and useless as both a mum and a wife, though, and that feeling was still very prominent.

Your eyes lastly landed to the side of you, where Harry was sat but also laid on your bed. The top of half of his body laid upon the bed, his head buried onto this arm deep within the bed, whilst his bottom stayed rooted to the chair. His hand was holding yours tightly, which was a sign that he wasn’t asleep. You were so scared to face him though. You had failed him, again and again and you weren’t sure whether you could be enough for him anymore. Enough for your family anymore.

You squeezed his hand three times saying ‘I love you.’

“Y/N,” He whispered so hoarsely, but you were so focused on him to even catch it. He looked ruined, and you’d done that to him. His eyes were dark and tired, but also red and puffy from where he’d been crying. His hair was a mess and you could tell it hadn’t been washed in a while. How long had you been out for? You felt rested in your sleep, but not in your mind or your heart.

“I—” Your breathe got caught in your throat, but you persevered to finish your words. He deserved to here them. “I’m sorry.” You were whispering so you didn’t disturb anyone else in the room.

“No, stop it. I’m sorry baby.”

“Harry don’t, you don’t have anyt—”

“Stop yes I do I—”

“Harry please you don’t owe—”

“Y/N listen!” He cut the little volley-conversation and ordered you to just stop. You started crying when you saw that he was too. “Whatever you’re going to say, don’t. Whatever you’re thinking, stop it right now. Because I love you. Fuck, I do. I love you so much that when I found you unconscious in a pile of your own sick thinking you were dead, my only thought was that I wished it were me instead”.

“Harry, you don’t mean—”

“My god Y/N! You don’t get it, do you? I would do anything to switch places with you right now. I would suffer a thousand times over if it meant you were okay. I’d suffer in hell for you. Nobody else but you has ever made me feel like this. I married you because I love you and I want to wake up next to you every day of my beating hearts life. I chose to have children with you, because I knew how great of a mum you’d be and what beautiful people you’d help bring up into the world—”

“But i’m not.” You cut Harry short, trying to pull your hand away from him but he didn’t let you - only tightening his grip and pulling himself closer towards you. He was so close you could kiss him.

“Not what?” He asked, although he already knew the answer. You’d both had this conversation before, but you were both tired of it and were ready for it to be your last now.

“A good mum. I’m- i’m not a good mum or wife, Harry and i’m sorry.”

“I told you not say it and stop thinking it, because you’re completely wrong Y/N. You’re a good mother and a good wife, because you are a good person.”

“But i’m not great.” You whimpered, thinking back to the drawings your Oli and Felix had done. “I’m not the best.”

“But you don’t have to be, baby. You see our beautiful, healthy, happy and safe babies over there?” Harry turned to look at them, love in his eyes as in yours. “They wouldn’t be all those things, no matter how you feel about yourself, without you. I could never have brought them up to be half the people they are without you by my side, the way you make me a better person. You claim you don’t got this, but baby you’re already doing it and have been doing it for 5 years with our children and so much longer with me.”

“I’m just so fucked up Harry.” Your head tilted back on the pillow as you got heavily emotional over the situation.

Harry shook his head and moved his hand to cup the back of your neck, moving your head forwards until it met his. The touch of his skin against yours, no matter where and how small, made you feel alive and you’d missed him and that feeling so much. You missed loving him so much.

“Listen to me.” He ordered, keeping you still. “You are strong and you are brave Y/N Styles. No matter what you tell yourself I will be here every goddamn day of my life, if I have to, to remind you that you are worth more than your fucking weight in gold. You are my heart. You are my soul and the mother to my greatest achievements. I know they are yours too, just as I know I am your heart.

“You are.” You whispered so quietly under your breathe, but Harrys heart warmed when he caught you saying it. He knew though.

“Just let me love you. Let me be there for you. If you want medication then let’s do it, and i’ll be there for every step of the way. If you want to go to a rehabilitation centre for a bit, that’s okay we can—”

You shook your head and licked the tears away from your face. You were both such tearful messes, but the love between you was undeniable. “No, no please, no.”

“Okay, okay, love. We won’t. See, you’re okay. I promise, you’re okay. Stay with me, yeah? I’ll love you and keep you safe, just as you will me.”

“Promise.” You told him sincerely. He brought his lips to yours with that single word. He was so proud of your for being so brave and strong. He wishes he was half the person you were. His lips conveyed those thoughts of his and you could taste the love and passion burning through his heart and out on to his lips. He tasted like home. z he was home. Your lips smacked together messily, but you didn’t care because you loved each other too much and had kissed each other even more. Once you pulled back he stayed close to you, smiling at you with such awe. “I think.. I think I want to try medication please.”

Harry didn’t say ‘okay’ or ‘sure thing’, no. He said four words that meant more to you in that moment that any others in the universe. More than saying ‘I love you.’ Words that reminded you that not everything is okay and that sucks really bad, but you’re doing your best to get through it. It was a reminder that you had so many people who loved you and cared for you. It was a gun at the starting line symbolising that the journey ahead wasn’t going to be easy, but worth it.

“I’m proud of you.”

[jiminzfilter]

slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

:(

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.