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moonbaby26 · 3 years

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Title: Growing Love

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation of previous chapter. Loki returns to Asgard and is confronted by his mother Frigga and her accurate suspicions on his newfound interest in Midgard. While you witness the completion of the building erected for you and Loki by the villagers, followed by his return back to you in the night.

Warnings: None this chapter. Just fluff! First Loki and his mental sparring with Frigga who loves him, and then some well deserved cuddling with you who is also starting to.

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A few days ago, Asgard

Loki emerged from the light, now back home before the bifrost immediately closed once more. The smug smile remained on his face as your last question still played through his mind. He knew that nickname he’d given you wouldn’t be something you’d let go of anytime soon. In fact, he counted on it. Something to distract and occupy you for the coming weeks until he could return.

It may be selfish of course. But if you were becoming stuck in his mind this often, he had to make sure he wasn’t the only one now having to suffer. Though there was something rewarding about getting to hide you away still. Even if he knew the arrangement in the village would come to light eventually, potentially making these trips to your realm far more problematic.

The sooner he could find an alternate route to Midgard to bypass the bifrost and Heimdall entirely, the better. He could not allow all his future ability to see you to become solely dependent on Odin’s whims.

Whatever the Allfather would think of these risks now being taken though, Loki truly did not care. But historically, whatever he’d most desired always ended up taken away from him in one way or another. Or even worse, absorbed into the limitless well of good fortune that seemed to follow Thor like a miasma. So he had to prepare for that, plan for it really.

Of course, you didn’t seem the type to fall apart so easily over just some long blonde hair and an oversized set of muscles. But Loki had lost count ages ago of how many times he’d still ended up with the short end of the stick whenever his brother had entered any situation. Parading you before Thor wan’t something he was willing to chance just yet either.

No, he had to consider both his father and brother now as threats to these new emotions he was still trying to define. It likely shouldn’t be so, but somehow it always was. They always got in his way.

And as Loki now strode forward, his appearance only shifted to that of a standard royal guard, wishing for a more discreet entrance back into the palace after so many hours away. He had let the adorations of those mortals delay him far more than expected.

But the feel of sitting at the head of that mead hall with you at his side had hit him in such a strange way as well. A fleeting taste which had caused him to linger even further there as he’d fantasized about sitting similarly content on Asgard’s throne one day.

That dream of seizing his birthright was nothing new of course, yet the difference was now the addition of you in that mental image. He wanted you there so suddenly, with loyalty and pride radiating from you for all the court to see. He needed you to want to be his, to be willing to do whatever necessary to defy Asgard’s enemies in his name.

And even now, those thoughts brought a flare of desire that he could not act on. Frustrating as it was, he knew he had to maintain some semblance of patience. Heimdall’s silent stare of judgement didn’t even rile him to speaking either as the still disguised Loki passed silently by the gatekeeper.

He was bold enough to change appearance right in front of Heimdall, yes. But he also knew that until he crossed the line of actually doing something which broke Asgardian law, Heimdall would still keep what he had seen to himself. Travel to Midgard was not yet forbidden after all.

But Heimdall’s current courtesy of silence would only go so far as to delay the inevitable. The clock was still ticking on this secret and Loki knew it.

And unlike Midgard that had still been fully night, dawn was now just breaking in Asgard as Loki made his way back into the palace. The sparse guards he did encounter, he only gave little mocking salutes to. Still in the guise of one of them as he’d mimicked their own protocols before he’d turned the corner into the next corridor and ended up at the massive doors to his own living quarters.

So close to being able to hide himself back away for a few moments before the palace fully awakened, he had just placed his palms on the ornate, golden door handles when a sudden sound made him still completely.

“Good morning, son.” The placid voice called to him from nothing as his mother Frigga only materialized directly behind him.

And there was just that smallest moment of fear inside him. Just the length of a heartbeat before he’d turned smoothly to face her, his own magic dissolving to remove his disguise as excuses bubbled readily to his mind.

Of course he was still in the same armor from all those hours before, the muck of that mortal village even still marring the soles of his boots as he offered her an easy smile. “Well...how long have you been waiting here, Mother?”

Yet she responded just as simply, a gentle look in her eyes. “Not long at all really. I suppose I have good timing.”

But he was still searching, examining her body language for any hint of her actual intention. How much did she know? “I suppose that you do. Have Father and dear brother yet returned triumphant from Alfheim then?” No, he doubted that. The halls would not be near as peaceful if so.

“No. They have not.” She only answered. “...But that is exactly why I thought you may wish to speak to me now while whatever we discuss can still be kept relatively private.”

And there it was. He felt that slight bit of tension in his chest as he weighed his options in quick succession. The foundation with you still wasn’t fully laid, he needed more time to secure things. Even though he trusted Frigga, she and the Allfather went hand in hand in the end. She would not lie to her husband if pressed.

And Odin may forbid this odd new relationship outright, fearing some insult to Poseidon no doubt. If that foreign, Olympian king fully knew that the Asgardian god of mischief was now digging his claws greedily into his youngest daughter without permission, it could easily become a full blown scandal.

Loki hadn’t even bothered to investigate if you were betrothed to anyone in your own kingdom or not either. He did not care. He was a prince and would take whatever he wanted.

Though he knew it better to reveal nothing of you to his own family just yet, he also knew that if he offered Frigga too little in return, she would only step up her efforts to investigate on her own. Motherly concern and all, endearing at times, highly troublesome at others. He’d let her feel as if she had pried a little out of him at least as he played along. “And what is it that we should need to discuss so privately, Mother?” Loki asked calmly at last.

Yet she only smiled, surprising him a little still as she took his arm. “Come. Walk with me. You needn’t play such games. A mother knows when her son is enamored.”

He scoffed, though still letting himself be led as they did begin to walk. The halls were still empty enough this early in the morning for their words to not be easily overheard. “Is that what you think this all about? I think you’re confusing me with that manchild of yours for once.”

“Loki,” Frigga only chided. “It is not weakness to admit such feelings. And yes, for your brother that is an all too frequent cycle. He is not yet mature enough for his relationships to be anything but passing frivolity. But you are different. Which is why it becomes all the more noticeable when it finally does happen. Do not waste breath to deny it.”

He raised his eyebrows, never missing when she did offer even the slightest criticism of Thor. But he was still quick to downplay her insinuation about your importance. “Yet you act as if it has never happened for me before. Just because I’ve been more focused on honing my sorcery skills the last several years, it doesn’t mean I haven’t had my share of frivolity as you call it, Mother.”

But Frigga just gave him a disapproving look then. “Do not be crude just to try and shorten this conversation. There is a clear difference between solely that kind of physical interaction you speak of, and this distraction that has now carried you back to Midgard more than three times now. And you know the significance of the number three in so many of the rituals and rights I have taught you, it-”

“No.” He cut in abruptly. That was the line. If she was trying to say this was already something now beyond his control, something fated, he fully rejected that notion. “I don’t follow the predetermined, Mother. And you know I never want to hear whatever future you’ve seen for me. I will make my own.”

But the queen of Asgard was not one to back down either, responding just as strongly, “And all a witch can see is the possible outcomes, not the one that will truly be. I would never curse you with the burden of such knowledge, even if I were sure. But don’t patronize me to act as if nothing has changed for you. I came here to offer you my help, Loki. If you ever wish to make whoever you have chosen legitimate in the Allfather’s eyes, to actually bring them here one day, you will not be able to do it alone. I hope you understand that.”

“Mother...” He couldn’t help but pause to look in her eyes again, as unexpected as that offer really was. Yet he so quickly grabbed onto the possible other meaning as well in her concern. “You say ‘legitimate’ almost as if I was considered the true heir again. After all, who the future king of Asgard could court would be awfully more important than whoever just a prince would choose, correct? Of course, I suppose a marriage that one day joined Asgard and Midgard would also be significantly more impressive politically than say Thor and Sif, or whoever the Hel he’s galavanting around with these nights...”

She gave him a little hit on the arm at that. Of course he knew she hated whenever he mocked whoever his brother’s current fancy was. But she still just continued. “What should be important to you is finding the person that makes you happy, regardless of their own station. That is the future I want for both my sons. Whichever of you should one day hold the throne.”

Of course she still refused to admit Father’s favoritism that Loki saw all too well. He straightened up a little, that real sincerity in him burning through then. “But it will be me, Mother. I will prove myself worthy to Father, worthy of the throne. One way or another.”

And he hated that sympathetic look in her eyes, even though the real warmth was still there as she answered. “And I still say you’ll be far happier when you focus on yourself rather than chasing the Allfather’s approval. He already loves you both, just as I do.”

That was all he could handle for now, as he took her hand gently, bowing to her slightly before he kissed it. “No, he does not love as unequivocally as you do, Mother. But I do thank you for that. I will consider your offer. Yet I think it is still too early just yet.”

And as he straightened back up, he could see she at least accepted this. She would not dig any further into his visits to Midgard just yet. But he’d only bought additional time for just so long he was sure.“I’m going back to my quarters for a brief rest now.” He told her. “But if you need me any further today, you will find me in the throne room. Where I belong.”

Until Odin and Thor returned from Alfheim, this would be his privilege. His days would be spent hearing any grievances of the kingdom, presiding over council meetings, casting decisions on any changes to security measures, and standing as the head of all the remaining soldiers here for Asgard’s defense.

But at night...at night he’d return to his chambers. And laying there alone, surely that would be when he’d pass the remaining time awake thinking of you. Thinking and hoping that those mortals would hurry up and complete that room and bed for you both.

Whatever they built would still not be to his standards he was sure. But until you could truly lay in his own bed beneath him in Asgard, he would have to accept the compromise of a little hovel of a den for you both in Midgard.

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Midgard, several weeks later

The days passed so slowly for you. You now divided your time between your normal duties monitoring the oceans, and taking that form of the osprey, flying to visit the little village in the north that Loki had claimed for you both.

Never before had you spent so much time around mortals to be honest. And at first you’d still taken every possible measure to remain hidden from their sight. But eventually, that effort grew too tiresome.

After a while, you didn’t stay so high in the trees any longer. Yourself curious to be true, and watching as step by step they’d raised the timbers to begin building that structure Loki had requested.

You still stayed just out of their reach surely, but you didn’t fly away anymore when you saw them take notice of you. They’d even greet you quite frequently now, just calling you that nickname Loki had given you which they thought your real name. Kærr.

Especially the children. Whenever they moved out into the forest to play or gather freshwater from the nearby stream you’d also now discovered, they always giggled and called to you as they ran along beneath.

You’d even noticed that they gradually seemed to stray farther and farther from the village than they had in the beginning. As if your presence alone gave them confidence of their safety. It was such an odd sense of responsibility. One you weren’t quite sure you were ready for just yet.

The days were growing shorter too, the nights far colder by the time they finally finished that building. And as Loki had suggested, it was still quite small. Like a one room cabin really. Though they’d made quite a show of asking for your approval on it, you didn’t know what you were supposed to really do. They seemed to take your silence as a positive at least before they’d left again saying you could now summon your “master” and they would leave him to his privacy in the new dwelling.

You’d still waited until it was late at night though, knowing most the mortals would now be sleeping before you’d finally landed, changing back to the form of a woman as you’d walked to take a closer look at the building in the dim moonlight.

They’d built this also far enough from the village, here in the deeper woods that they could not stumble accidentally back upon it unless they really meant to. So you weren’t afraid of being seen as you’d walked the perimeter curiously.

It seemed sturdy enough. Quaint, but somehow inviting. And as you moved back towards the door, you realized they’d also listened to Loki’s criticism on their village’s carvings needing to be changed to reflect their new protector.

You couldn’t help but smile as you recognized well that likeness as you now ran your fingers across the rises and falls carved into the wood. The cape, the outlines of armor, the horned helmet...

But the real surprise was his pose, one arm bent, raised near level with his chest. And there perched upon that arm, was a bird of prey. You. Looking far more regal than you ever really had right to be you were sure.

There was a mix of mild embarrassment and a strange amusement that rose in you as you took the whole image in. It was quite possibly the only likeness anyone had ever made for you in the mortal realm. And paired with Loki no less.

Eros’ words carried on your heart still as you finally opened the door to venture inside. You knew Eros couldn’t be wrong, not on this subject. But it didn’t seem like it should be true either. How could you be falling in love when you didn’t even know the real meaning of the word? When you’d only had such fleeting meetings with this man?

The little bit of moonlight barely penetrated the inside of the dwelling and you just left the door open to not fully smother the light as you walked in onto the rough wooden floors. Though they’d laid down some rugs as well as your feet found them.

The furniture was sparse and simple, though maybe still the best of what they had to be truthful. A couple chairs, a small table, a chest for belongings, and of course a bed.

There were candles, but you had nothing to light them with as you now sat down on the empty bed. It was certainly a far cry from the large and extravagant bedding in your father’s palace.

But for someone who could just as easily sleep to the rocking of the waves or the silence of the deeper depths, a makeshift mattress stuffed with wool, moss, or who really knew what, really wasn’t a problem.

It was so quiet too. You laid down on your back, just to get the feeling of it as you stared up at the beams which arched into the ceiling. It reminded you most of the beams inside the hull of a ship, which was likely little coincidence. The ancestors of these people were all seafarers.

Idly, you wondered too if Loki had ever been to sea. You knew from those books you’d read that Asgard had waters of its own. But did he feel comfortable on the water? Did he ever sail? Did he swim? And maybe more importantly, would he ever swim with you?

You closed your eyes, thinking what it could be like to show him things he’d never seen before. Would he feel as good under the water as he did above it? Would he ever visit your own kingdom?

Of his own family, all you really knew was the tension and seeming competition between he and his brother. Would any of your own siblings be impressed by him though? Surprised surely. You’d never brought anyone to the palace before. Maybe one day...

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You thought you were only dreaming. Because it wasn’t as if it hadn’t happened before. Especially in the long stretches between seeing one another. That scent of him, the feel of his cool skin against your own, albeit only making you feel heated as you breathed in deeper.

It wasn’t until you felt that lightest kiss on the back of your neck that your eyes fluttered open. Laying on your side on the bed, as your vision focused you noticed the door to the cabin was now closed. That and a single candle newly lit, flickering dimly on the small table just a few feet away.

You’d fallen asleep at some point. For how long was unclear. But you were absolutely no longer alone.

“Hello, Kærr.” Loki’s voice came in an almost taunting whisper, using that nickname again.

You were startled, but you didn’t hesitate, rolling over immediately to then be face to face with him in the shifting candlelight.

The glint of his teeth met you as he smiled in amusement. But whatever harsh words you may have thought he still deserved, they didn’t come as you’d also noticed his bare chest now nearly against you.

You had to glance down to realize he wasn’t nude however. But dressed solely in a dark pair of pants as he laid so closely beside you.

“You left the door open you know. I took it as an invitation.” He added, one hand now tracing idly down the side of your dress.

“How long have you been here?” You finally asked, but tellingly not pulling away at all as you let the small touches continue.

“Long enough to realize you’ll have me putting protection spells all around these walls if this is how deeply you really sleep, goddess. Imagine if I’d wanted to do more than kiss that pretty throat.”

You stared a moment. And yes, maybe you should have been embarrassed to be caught so defenseless. But in reality, what real enemies had you ever had? You didn’t live always keeping one eye over your shoulder. Yet...was he implying he would choose to protect you if it ever came to that?

You only shifted closer to him at those words rather than retort though, boldly laying your head against his chest then as you scooted down a little in the bed. You liked the way he tensed slightly too, seeming surprised before he just pulled the bed’s quilt up around you both.

The secure feeling as his arm tightened around you beneath the blanket was also very new. Both of you quiet until it was you who next broke the silence. “Will you stay tonight then?” You could have asked how he’d known you were here, how many times he’d been checking on you via Heimdall, but it really didn’t matter.

All you actually cared about in this moment was how long until you’d have to say goodbye to him again.

His tone seemed unusual, caught off guard still perhaps. But he answered simply. “If it’s what you want. Yes.”

Which likely meant that his father and brother had finally returned to Asgard you thought. But you didn’t want to talk about anyone else right now. This time was now just for the two of you.

“It is what I want.” You confirmed, though not looking up at him in the bed. But with your head still against his chest, you could just hear his own heartbeat. And you didn’t think it was only in your imagination that it quickened at those simple words.

But it was true. You may not understand or be able to express more than this right now. You didn’t know how to talk about love or deeper need. Yet you could be honest to say you wanted him to stay. You wanted him beside you for as long as he could be.

And he just held onto you, staying pressed together as if it should always be this way. But it had to mean something to him too you hoped. Because Loki didn’t seem at all the type of god to do anything if it didn’t fulfill some sort of need for himself as well.

No, you didn’t think he would stay just because you’d asked, unless he’d already wanted to. But you wouldn’t question it out loud, not now as you closed your eyes again.

It likely didn’t take you very long to fall back asleep either to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat beneath your head. Yet even as you did you could also feel the rise and fall of his chest steadying out as his breathing relaxed in tandem.

If he did stay awake to watch you, it only would have been just barely as the two of you remained curled into one another beneath that blanket. He’d asked you once before, though under more lustful circumstances, if you could get used to being with him. You’d answered yes then, wanting the chance surely, but had he meant it in this way too when he’d asked?

Eros had given you the advice to see this through. He said it was the only way to know if your growing love might ever actually be returned by this god. And that was exactly what you were now going to do.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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virtueangel · 3 years

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limitless.

chapter nineteen.

wc: 1,974. original publish date: november 20, 2020.

There is an inevitable happiness that comes with falling in love. When all the worries and doubts and insecurities are stripped away, what is left is the knee-shaking nervousness, the stomach-wrenching elation, the childishly giddy happiness. Sometimes it feels like falling asleep at midnight or waking up with a smile. Sometimes it feels like standing thigh-deep in an icy ocean, waiting for a wave that never crashes. Sometimes all there is to be done is to wait for the wave to crash.

JFK's smile falls, but he tries to hide it from Van Gogh. Why didn't he say it back? Is he going to say it back?

All Van Gogh can do is stare up into JFK's green eyes, waiting for him to say something else. To change the subject. To take his response as something positive. To let it satisfy him. To move on.

A weak wave fizzes against the shoreline. The ocean draws back and the world is silent.

"I love you, Vincent," Kennedy says again, less sure of himself this time.

Van Gogh swallows, and there is a pause in conversation. "I am falling down a rabbit hole that I didn't even know existed and it's longer and darker than the one I fell through to get here."

Sometimes answers only make half a bit of sense. Sometimes that has to be good enough.

"And what's it like?" John asks. "The rabbit hole, that is."

"It's dark," Vincent replies on an exhale, never breaking eye contact.

Now Kennedy swallows. His grip on Van Gogh never loosens. "Do you like it there?"

"No," Vincent replies too quickly. "I want to fall through it. To feel my feet on the ground."

"You're afraid of the dark," JFK states.

"I'm afraid of the dark," Vinnie agrees.

A wave slams up against the boys' legs, more powerful than the first one. It fizzes out against the shore, spitting sea foam across the sand.

"Kiss me," Vincent says. "Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like we're in love."

"We are in love," JFK protests, but his voice is small.

Van Gogh stares up at John, his eye contact so intense that JFK thinks about breaking it. He blinks, and for a split second, he considers turning his head away. But he doesn't. He sees it through.

"It's really dark in here."

"And you're afraid of the dark."

Van Gogh wraps his arms around the taller boy's neck and pulls his face down so their lips meet. He doesn't pull back when he should. He waits to break the kiss until he's sucked every last bit of saltwater off of JFK's lips. He only opens his eyes when he hears another wave fizz against the sand.

"Do you want to leave?" Jack asks when Van Gogh finally lets him go.

Vincent breaks eye contact for the first time. "I want my sketchbook."

JFK's lips twitch. All of this, and it's still not enough for him. All of this, and all he wants is his fucking sketchbook.

"I don't know where it is," John replies.

Van Gogh looks out across the water. He mumbles in response. "But I know that's not true."

"I think we should go," JFK suggests, ignoring the boy's comment.

"Go where?"

"Home."

Vincent sticks his gaze back onto JFK. "Do you even still want our home?"

JFK furrows his eyebrows. "Of course I do."

Van Gogh retreats his touch from JFK and wraps his arms around himself. "And I want out of this rabbit hole."

"So come home," Kennedy begs.

"Do you want me there?"

Kennedy sighs, realising too late how exasperated he sounds. "Yes, Vinnie, I want you there. After all of this, and you think I'd just cast you aside?"

Vincent takes a second to find his voice. "Yes."

JFK lets his guard down, suddenly remembering who he's dealing with. He was given half a person to work with. He'd thought he was special enough to make the boy whole. But it's not like anyone sells missing pieces for people. The ocean draws back after a wave, and an undercurrent tugs against the hem of JFK's t-shirt.

"You said you believed me when I told you I wouldn't leave."

Van Gogh inhales. "You don't get to be mad at me over this."

"I'm not-" JFK sighs. "I'm not mad at you. I just think you could make this a little easier on me."

Vincent scoffs. "A little easier on you? Are you fucking kidding me? You're Mr. Big Shot Jock! Everyone is in love with you! I mean- god! You're ten times more attractive than me! We don't look like a couple! We don't look like we belong together! You have so many other options, and you're mad at me because I can't trust that you're different from everyone else? That you won't pick up and leave when I become too much to handle? When you decide you don't want me anymore? Jesus Christ, Jack. I thought you knew better. I thought you said you could do this. I thought you knew what you were getting yourself into, but I guess not."

JFK goes silent for longer than he knows he should. A wave crashes, stubborn enough to make Van Gogh wobble. The calm before the storm is ending.

"I do know what I'm getting into. But I wish you had a little more faith in yourself."

"Self-doubt is taught," Vincent counters.

Kennedy shrugs. "Maybe. But it's also fixable."

Van Gogh scoffs again, looking away from the boy. "You say fixable like you mean curable. Like it's a disease."

"Change is a choice."

"I know that."

JFK sighs. "So are you going to make it?"

Vincent swallows, returning his attention to John. His quicksand eyes are full, and not of light. His lip quivers. His skin goes pale, but it's not because of the water. His gaze is glossed over, like he's not really here. Like he's thinking. Like he's remembering.

"No one else ever made that choice for me. I was always the one who had to make the choice for them."

JFK nods. "So you're tired of making it."

"So I don't think I should have to."

"You're better than them."

Van Gogh shivers. "I'm freezing."

"Let's get out of the water."

Vincent agrees, and JFK guides him back to land. He holds the shorter boy's shoulder, pulling him close and making sure he doesn't fall in any holes. The ocean's currents are unpredictable. The sand beneath their feet could give out at any moment.

The boys step out of the water, their legs pale and bumpy from the cold. The sand is rough against their ankles, harsher than when they were in the water. Van Gogh bends down to pick up a seashell discarded onto the shoreline by the waves, a jagged crack etched down the middle. He bends it until he breaks. Vincent keeps one half of the shell and gives the other to JFK.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

Van Gogh answers in a low voice, "Just hold it."

John obeys, too nervous to say anything else. It shocks him that he'd forgotten about this part of his best friend -- the part where he withholds details, doesn't share everything that's on his mind. Vincent never gives out the final puzzle piece. Not anymore, at least. He used to give it out, but he never got it back. It was taken away from him, like all the people who ever left.

They walk down the beach, the foamy waves licking at their feet. They keep a foot in between them -- just enough distance to be separate but not enough to feel alone. JFK bends down after walking a few more yards. His eye is caught by a smooth and shiny black rock, flat enough to close his hand around.

"What's that?" Vincent asks, holding his seashell half close to his chest.

Kennedy's gaze flicks over to the boy. "It's a skipping stone."

Van Gogh chuckles. "I never learned how to skip."

JFK examines the rock in his hand, holding it close to his face and turning it over before his eyes. "Me neither. I just always sort of knew."

Vincent shrugs. "Could you show me?"

Something inside JFK lurches and tells him not to say anything. Going down to the river just outside of town to skip stones with his foster dads was part of his childhood. He hadn't met Van Gogh yet. Doesn't he have to keep their lives separate somehow?

But Vincent looks so hopeful, so genuinely interested. JFK nods softly.

"To be honest, I don't know how to explain it," John admits.

Van Gogh smiles politely. "You never were very good at explaining."

Kennedy nods in agreement. "I'm trying to get better," he replies, begging Vincent to meet his gaze.

The shorter boy locks his eyes with JFK's. "Are you trying for me, or for you?"

"Does it matter?"

Van Gogh takes a deep breath. "I guess not."

JFK nods, satisfied with the boy's answer. He turns toward the water, and Vincent does the same. "Okay, so first, you've gotta get a flat rock."

"Like the one you have," Van Gogh comments.

"Exactly. And then, you sort of hold it in between your thumb and your middle finger, like this," he shows the boy. "And, like, rest the rock on your index finger. But bend it. See how I'm doing that?"

Vincent nods to show that he understands.

"And then you wanna face the water, but angle your body the slightest bit. And really what you're doing is flicking your wrist. It doesn't come from your hand. It's from your wrist."

JFK lets the rock fly, and both boys watch as it skips over the water three times. It probably would've gone farther, had they been standing closer to the water. It's still impressive to Van Gogh, though, who's never seen anyone do that before. He seems to be bewildered by everything the boy does.

"You wanna try now?" John asks, turning to the boy.

Van Gogh shakes his head. "No. I want to go home."

JFK frowns. "But you wanted me to teach you."

"No, I asked you to show me," Vincent shrugs weakly. "And besides, I couldn't do it like you can."

The taller boy's frown deepens. "I wouldn't expect it to be perfect the first time around. What I just did -- that took years of practice. A lot of weekends of my dads taking me down to the river to practice and me being horrible. Nothing is perfect on the first try."

"Why are you mad at me right now?" Vincent asks, his eyebrows furrowing.

"I'm not mad, Vincent. I just don't know why you do this."

"Why I do what? I'm not doing anything."

JFK sighs, and this time he doesn't care how exasperated he sounds. "That's my point. A lot of things come easily to you. All your art and your grades in school and stuff -- you've never struggled with any of that. You've become so accustomed to just being good at everything that you never try anything new because the worst thing in the world is to be bad at something."

Van Gogh's jaw clenches. "That's not fair."

"Isn't it?"

The world is still, except for the low waves of the ocean. The fizzing and drawing back of the water fills up the boys' ears. Finally, Vincent speaks, his voice so quiet it's a miracle it drowns out the ocean.

"Teach me how to drive a car."

"I already said I would-"

"Teach me how to drive your car," Van Gogh clarifies, and his face is so stoically serious that all JFK can do is swallow.

"Then let's go," he replies. "I'll teach you how to drive a car."

#clone high #clone high jfk #clone high van gogh #jfgogh #writing #limitless.

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khaotic-kitsunes · 4 years

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Limitless

Ah, yes, one of my Mirio villain scenarios. I really do love writing him as a villain; it’s so much fun! And hot, definitely hot.

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

You rubbed at your eyes viciously as you ran down the abandoned, pitch black streets of the unfamiliar neighbourhood; you couldn’t believe your luck, or rather, your lack thereof.

It wasn’t fair, to say the least, you shouldn’t be running like this, you shouldn’t have to struggle to breathe as you ran for your life, your chest shouldn’t burn with each panicked breath you took and your legs shouldn’t ache from the heavy footfalls that you knew were necessary if you wanted to get away.

None of this should be happening, except that it was and you were quickly running out of options; the neighbourhood you found yourself in wasn’t familiar, nor was it occupied. It was terrifyingly empty, the street lights constantly flickering and buzzing with the effort of staying on; even the shadows looked like they would swallow you whole if you wandered too close.

You only wished you knew what you had done to deserve this, you didn’t even know why the villain wanted you; all you knew was that he wanted your attention, so much so that he was willing to chase you down.

“You have to get tired eventually, (Name)! You can’t run forever!”

His words were calmer than you liked, his voice steady with a confidence you wish you could mimic; he didn’t even sound tired, instead amused at your seemingly futile efforts at escaping him.

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.

Why did you have to be the one to go through all this? It didn’t make sense, even thinking about it hurt your head; what did you ever do to deserve such shitty luck?

You let out a yelp of pain, face-planting the solid, unforgiving concrete beneath you, your legs finally giving out, your muscles screaming in protest at the sudden over-usage; it left you far too vulnerable.

“Ahh, there you are. Didn’t get very far, did you? That’s okay, you can rest now.”

Mirio chuckled deeply as he slowed to a jog, his breathing slow and even; completely unbothered by the chase. If anything, he enjoyed it. You were so cute, trying to escape him.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Mirio hummed faintly as he stepped into the modest room that you resided in, thick ropes tied around your wrists so that you couldn’t escape the place he had so carefully prepared for you; no, that wouldn’t do at all, your escape was not in his plans.

“Glaring at me won’t help” He remarked, chuckling at the way you squirmed, your efforts at loosening the ropes around your wrists more amusing than it probably should be; though he didn’t care all too much. It wasn’t important.

“What do you want with me!?” You tried to sound intimidating, grimacing the moment you heard the panicked whine that came through your voice; you were pathetic and you both knew it.

“You can stop it” He paused, grabbing a nearby chair and pulling it over to your still squirming form, taking a seat before allowing a lazy, almost carefree grin to tug at his lips; still unbothered by your attempts at freedom.

“Acting all tough, running from me…it was cute, at first. I’m a bit bored of it now though” He muttered out, reaching out to grab your cheeks, forcing you to make eye-contact with him; your entire body instinctively going completely still, you even stopped breathing.

You just sat there, staring at him and holding your breath, waiting for his next words.

“That’s better…you know, I’ve seen you around. Watched you, even…you’re almost everything I could want in a woman.”

His face twisted into a grimace while he squeezed your cheeks, a quiet yet obvious sound of disgust escaping him; you weren’t entirely sure what was going on, but it was starting to look like he didn’t want you dead. Yet.

“Except, that one, tiny annoying little detail” Mirio grit his teeth, spitting out the word ‘detail’ before releasing you, the relief of being out of his hold allowing you to take deep breaths, gulping in the air that you had deprived yourself of.

Mirio stood up slowly, moving to walk behind you, one hand tangling into your hair while he leaned down to press his lips against your cheek, the grin stretching across his lips once more; the beginnings of a foul mood vanishing almost as quickly as it had appeared.

“That’s okay though, you’ll see. Soon, you’ll see…you’ll understand that my views aren’t so bad” Mirio tugged at your hair lightly as he spoke before releasing you entirely, even moving to untie you; a cheerful air about him.

“Ah, right. Before you try it, you’ll be watched while you’re here with us. Which means no escaping…that won’t be a problem, will it?”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything to protest his treatment, but when your eyes met his; all your words disappeared and you were left unable to do anything except nod your head in agreement.

It wasn’t ideal, but it might just keep you alive. At least, that’s what you were going to go with. It had nothing to do with the strange shiver that had run down your spine just from looking into his deeply coloured orbs.

No, that couldn’t possibly be it. You were a hostage; it was that simple.

“Good. You’ll spend some time with us, if I think I can trust you, I’ll let you go home.”

He paused, standing back up to his full height before brushing his fingertips over your cheek, an almost longing look flashing through his eyes; though you were probably just seeing things.

“Give me a chance, (Name). I don’t want to make you fear me, I want you to understand me…but if I have to, I will break you of that fiery spirit I love so much.”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

“Mirio in there, Tamaki?”

Tamaki didn’t bother looking up at you as you walked into the base, instead merely nodding his head in confirmation while he continued fiddling around with the dead butterflies in front of him, getting ready to add them to his collection; you never would understand his obsession with them but Mirio had told you just to leave it alone countless times.

It was a harmless hobby to pass the time.

“He’s angry, wouldn’t bug him”

You ignored Tamaki as you walked off towards the room Mirio frequented most, you had seen Mirio mad before; back when he had kidnapped you, during one of your many attempts at escaping.

Back before you understood what it was he stood for. Before the so-called justice of the world had screwed you over and even though it had only been six short months since you had first arrived here, you knew you could trust your safety to Mirio over the rest of the world any day.

“What?!”

You raised an eyebrow as you stepped into the room, quietly shutting the door behind you while Mirio kept his back to you, the room in utter shambles; everything was thrown out of its place and it left you thankful that you weren’t the poor bastard that would have to clean it up.

“Mirio…?” You tilted your head, watching him as his broad shoulders slumped, the anger visibly leaving him while he turned to face you, eyes still burning with an unknown anger; an unexplained fury.

You would be lying if you said it didn’t make you crave his touch.

“(Name)…”

Before you could say anything, Mirio had crossed the room, slamming your body up against the door while his lips crashed against yours, rough and demanding; just how you liked it, just how you liked him.

No words were exchanged as your hands roamed each other’s bodies, stripping away clothing until you were naked and pressed up against one another, his larger body keeping you pinned in place effortlessly.

“There were reports, on T.V. that you were captured” He pulled his head away as he spoke, busying himself by trailing harsh bites down your neck and towards your chest, making you gasp out softly in response to the rough treatment. Though you loved every moment of it, your hands going to his well-muscled back so that you could pull him closer, craving more of his touch.

“I was…they were naïve”

You whimpered out his name as he lifted you up against the door, burying his dick inside of your hot, welcoming body without warning; the sudden onslaught of pleasure leaving you more than a little breathless while he fucked you against the door.

It seemed your answer hadn’t been something he wanted, or maybe he was just over-thinking your answer like he had so many times before.

“Just a smile, then they were dead” You laughed, moaning loudly when his hand closed around the base of your neck, his other hand on your hip, keeping you steady against the door while he fucked you with a roughness you hadn’t seen before.

“What’s that? You killing heroes for me now?”

He grinned widely, blue eyes glued to you as you moaned and squirmed in front of him, your eyes rolling back as you allowed the oh-so-addictive pleasure to overcome you; not worrying yourself with the way he choked you.

Mirio would never let you die, not his precious little pet; not after going through so much effort just to show you how he saw the world.

“I was mad before, wondering how many people I’d have to kill to get you back” Mirio paused, eyeing you up hungrily as your body bounced from having him fuck you so hard; he was positive your back would be bruised later on from the force of your body hitting the solid wooden door.

However, bruises could be taken care of and he had more than a couple different ways he could apologise to you if you did end up bruising.

“But knowing you actually killed a hero to get back to me…fuck, I’m going to have to reward you for that baby.”

You whined out softly as his hold on your neck loosened, allowing you to gulp in much needed oxygen, your hips bucking down against him each time he hit your spot; his thrusts only growing more erratic as he began to near his end.

“So tell me, do you want me to give you a nice reward? Or should I just fuck you until you’re unconscious and we call that your reward?” He laughed at the cry of desperation that fell from your lips, your nails dragging over his back harshly until Mirio decided to pin your arms above your head; his hips stuttering to a stop as he buried himself inside of you; shooting his hot cum deep inside of you.

Your own orgasm had you squirming and grinding down against him, desperate to ride out the high that overcame you; his name endlessly spilling from your ravished lips, surely loud enough for the entire building to hear.

“That’s right, tell everyone who you belong to baby…you’ve come so far, you know that right? I’m so proud of you baby girl, my little villainous slut.”

#cheeky kitsune #mirio togata #mirio x reader #bnha x reader #togata mirio #reader x mirio #togata x reader #reader x togata #villain au #villain!mirio #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #scenario #smut #requests

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letsperaltiago · 3 years

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a merry little christmas

Welcome to (once again belated) door four of four!

Behind my Christmas calendar’s fourth door is a... baby’s first christmas, pure fluff oneshot ♥️

Summary: It's Baby's First Christmas and Jake and Amy are taking it all in - both presents and tiny surprises from their son. Pure domestic fluff for days.

Rating: G

Words: 2.2k

Read on AO3 here

Right then and there keeping a straight face, or just anything that looks somewhat close to it, is beyond impossible.

It’s Christmas morning, six AM to be more precise, and the still rather new, little family of three is slowly making their way through the presents waiting for them under this years’ Christmas tree. As a matter of fact, it’s rather Jake opening gifts meanwhile Amy is on the couch with their two-month-old son eating his second breakfast - that is if his previous meal at three AM can be considered breakfast. Jake likes to call those meals Midnight Mac Snacks.

“They really need to communicate more,” Amy chuckles, which causes her chest to jolt just the tiniest bit, alas apparently enough that it earns her a grumpy little cry from Mac to which she immediately reacts by stroking and repositioning the tiny infant’s head. “No need to complain, Mr. Mac. Mommy and daddy are just having some fun.”

“He’s bitter because all he got for Christmas is ‘Baby’s first Christmas’-ornaments.” Jake hasn’t stopped laughing since he opened the third ornament, from auntie Roro, which came after uncle Charles’ ornament. Upon unpacking this second ornament, from Charles, matching the first ornament from Holt, it didn’t cause much worry. The new parents simply saw it as a matching coincidence and they’d just keep both. Although upon unpacking a third one, they should’ve known: it was a perfect, hilarious 99th precinct-disaster.

Fast forward to present time, Jake is sat on the living room floor with not three but six ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ ornaments for his son. Sure, they’re all different styles and designs but Jake can’t help but laugh. In retrospect, he and Amy had told the squad that baby Mac didn’t need anything grand for Christmas as he was still so small and had everything he needed so far. They told their friends to save the money and spoil Mac for next Christmas, a Christmas he’d understand much better than the current. Turns out great minds think alike and everyone’s creative take on Mac’s gift had been the same.

“It’s kind of cute that they all had the same idea.” Mac has gone back to quietly suckling on Amy’s breast, allowing her time to chime in on perhaps this Christmas’ funniest moment yet. It’s too soon to declare it the funniest as they’re headed to a huge Santiago Christmas-dinner in the evening and anything can happen there.

For Christmas morning though they very early on, already before Amy gave birth, decided to stay home as they knew it’s what they’d prefer with their very new son. Sitting there, in the moment, looking at gifts from their incredible friends and Mac quietly eating in the lights coming from the Christmas tree, they’re both thankful to have made that choice. Sure, Santiago-Christmas morning was an event that you didn’t want to miss out on but this year, with very few hours of sleep behind them and vomit on both clothes and hair, it’s nice to be able to soak in the sweet surrender of their little trinity.

“We do have the best friends.” He picks up the ornaments, hanging them on his fingers to put on display for his wife. “What do we do with these?” A sheepish smile replaces the goofy grin from before.

“I don’t know…”

The doubt on Amy’s face, biting her lip, thinking hard, is clear as day which is understandable since Jake himself doesn’t hold the answer for their little dilemma. Giving them back to their respective giver is not an option - what would Holt do with a ‘Baby’s First Christmas Ornament’? - and getting a refund also seems too cold. Fact is that each of their friends has had the same idea: they wanted to mark and somehow be a part of Mac’s first Christmas. Jake and Amy can’t, nor want to, take that away from their son nor their friends. All in all, there seems to be no good solution but one: keep all six ornaments.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Jake cocks an eyebrow, implicitly suggesting what his wife is already thinking.

“If you’re thinking that we should keep them all and put them on the tree, then yes, I am thinking what you’re thinking.”

At just the right time, almost as if he’s agreeing, Mac lets go of his mom’s nipple before letting out a small, hazy gurgling sound. A sound he’s never made before. Both parents freeze on the spot, forgetting all and everything about the ornament-issue.

“Did you hear that?” Amy asks, making it sound as if she doesn’t believe her ears and a second opinion is needed. Having studied all and everything for her first child’s arrival, everything this could possibly imply, Amy shouldn’t be surprised that her two-month-old is finally introducing his first small noises. The fact resides very clearly on the Milestones to Expect-index, page 2, in her ‘Two month’-binder. Yet here she is, Jake right there with her, surprised by this new accomplishment of her newborn - one of many accomplishments that she both loves and, even two months in, still is a bit nervous about discovering as she just rather know her baby fully by heart already. On those occasions where Mac’s changing, something she swears happens daily, makes her feel uneasy as if she doesn’t know him at all, she holds onto Jake’s reasoning: Some tests can’t be studied for.

And no matter how much she hates that fact, Amy knows her husband is right and she does love him for reminding her whenever she happens to fall down a spiral of doubt and frantically tries to grasp for the control that lies within facts, books, and lists.

Jake jumps from his spot on the floor as if it were lava and falls into place beside her on the couch where he can hover over his incredible son.

“I did but I didn’t fully realize where it came from right away, but oh my gosh, Ames! Our son is a genius!”

“Perhaps… Or simply in accordance with average-”

“No, Amy - a genius! Like his parents.”

Her husband looking as if he could burst any second, a firecracker of sorts and there’s no stopping the explosion, Amy hurries to put down her before lifted shirt and places Mac against her shoulder. Here she hopes he can both burp and, hopefully, make another glorious sound for them to be proud of. Jake leans in as though he and Mac are to exchange secrets behind Amy’s back and the milk-drunk infant, unable to control a whole lot, waves around his arm and just so happens to grab Jake’s index finger. During these first two months of Mac’s life, this has happened a few times already, the first time being at the hospital which caused Jake to cry happy tears Still, every single time, Jake feels reaffirmed by the fact that creating this tiny human being is one of his best decisions ever - that and telling Amy Santiago that he wished something could happen between them - romantic stylez.

“C’mon, mister. Show daddy how you talk.” Jake coos even though the little man of the moment seems far from interested in or bothered by his parents’ admiration and swooning over his new talent. His mommy patting his back does feel good though, especially when it helps a burp escape and Jake, of course, has to laugh because Mac is truly and fiercely his son. “Now that’s talking!”

“Not what I had in mind but nice to know he’s burped.” Amy chimes in and replaces the soft patting with small loving strokes, hoping to soothe her boy to sleep as the next step in his ‘eat, burp, sleep’-routine - even if Amy wishes Mac would make another sound. Just to confirm that she wasn’t hallucinating before.

“Make a sound for mommy, baby. Just a tiny one.” Amy takes her turn cooing a plea but it happens to be very much in vain.

“Aaand he’s dozed off,” Jake chuckles quietly whilst using his thumb to caress the tiny fist still wrapped around his index fingers, a fist that doesn’t let go even though the owner is already fast asleep with a mix of drool and milk caught in the corner of the gaping mouth.

“That was fast.”

“I don’t blame him. Life is exhausting.” Jake is carefully pecking his son’s head covered by thing, soft, black hair and even though Mac on her shoulder blocks the view, Amy smiles and wonders how she got to lucky with these two boys.

“Bedtime?” Amy asks, expectant of confirmation of whether or not Mac is far enough gone to be moved without waking up and throwing a tantrum that’ll mean they’ll have to spend another half hour or so lulling him back to sleep.

“I sure wouldn’t mind. I did prepare breakfast though.” It comes out mid-yawn, proving Jake’s point further, as he nods his head in the direction of the pancakes, courtesy of Jake, and hot cocoa, courtesy of the local bakery that has blessed their lives by opening at five AM, waiting for them in the kitchen.

“Not you, silly. McClane. You and I are definitely having that delicious cocoa. The smell of it has been tempting me since I sat down to feed.”

They mostly call him Mac. Mac or a thousand other things like Mr. Mac, Magic Mac, baby, monkey - one time, macadamia nut - and the options are limitless and renewed every day. Jake doesn’t know for sure but this might be the reason why the full name McClane being said, the context being that it’s his son’s name, makes him feel butterflies in his belly. Either that or because he still can’t believe they named their son that. Perhaps it’s a bit of both reasons.

“Still can’t believe you agreed to that name.”

“Must’ve been a moment of weakness for me. I was pregnant and delusional.”

Amy teases and proceeds to carefully remove sleeping Mac from his spot on her shoulder, relocating him to the safety of her cradling arms.

“Delusional from the incredible round of sexy timez we had just prior to picking his name.”

“Jake,” she scolds as if the sleeping baby, which doesn’t even grasp the concept of speaking yet, were to be scarred by their explicit flirting.

“What?”

Amy’s already up on her feet, heads down the hall and into their bedroom with Jake close on her heels. “I remember it so vividly.” Jake points to their bed. “We were right here, post incredible sex, and we got talking about baby names because a new suggestion had stroked your mind right before I came in and wooed you with my good, amazingly hot looks.” Amy’s head whips around from where’s she’s just focused on placing Mac in his cradle, double-checking that he’s still asleep, now displaying a cocked brow and overall expression that challenges his recollections of that conclusive night. Defeat hits him and his shoulders drop with a sigh.

“Okay, you were seven months pregnant and going through a particularly horny phase - which I, by the way, loved - and I, being a dutiful husband, couldn’t decline your explicit requests. But I do still stand by the fact that I boinked my way to the name McClane.”

“Oh my god,” Amy groans, partly in reaction to her husband, partly in reaction to her sore back making an appearance when she straightens up from tugging in the baby. “Stop besmearing our child’s name. I can still change my mind.”

“I’m right though.” In the meantime, Jake has approached his wife and wraps his arms around her. Pulling her closer, back to chest, and she instantly relaxes under the pecks he places on her neck. “And it’s an amazing name for an amazing little human.”

They smile in unison as they admire the life they created, carelessly and contently sleeping Christmas morning away, before them. Wrapped up in her husband’s arms and their perfect little son to look at, a fuzzy feeling that is way beyond and greater than happiness flows through Amy’s veins. The pecks to her sweaty and tired-feeling skin pick back up where they left off, systematically and how he knows she likes it, going around her neck and shoulder-area.

“I really wanna give in to how inappropriately horny you’ve suddenly made me, but…” she trails off with a sigh.

“You can’t stop thinking about the hot cocoa.” He finishes her sentence and the pecks are replaced by a muffled chuckle that tickles her skin. “It’s okay, Ames. I’m right there with you.”

“Thank God,” she groans.

“Hot cocoa and a Christmas movie we can fall back asleep to?”

This suggestion of Jake’s that will allow Amy to give into her tiredness is what she’s wanted to hear all morning.

“Sounds perfect. Grab the baby monitor?” She turns around to follow him back to their kitchen only to see him already holding the gadget with a tired, knowing smile plastered across his face and to Amy, even with his messy curls and shirt clad with stains of baby-vomit, her husband looks absolutely perfect.

Baby’s First Christmas might just be her favorite Christmas so far.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #340

“wash the poison from off my skin / show me how to be whole again”

What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? I have this oddly specific memory of bringing my little Snorlax plushie for one in pre-k. I remember thinking everyone thought I was weird for liking Pokemon as a girl. Do you remember losing your first tooth? I don't. Have you ever been addicted to a game? What game? I think I was addicted to World of Warcraft at a point, but it's honestly hard to tell. My depression was just so abysmal that it was the one thing I got even a smidge of not even joy, but active distraction out of because the options of what you can do in the game are essentially limitless. Are you afraid to pop a balloon? Not really, but it does make me jump because I don't like loud noises. Name one person you’d like to see this month. Bitch we fighting Covid, stay away from me. When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn’t have? I don’t know. Which was better: the first The Lion King or the second? They're nearly tied, honestly, but I prefer the original. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? I KNOW my maternal grandmother didn't, and I don't believe any other grandparent did, either. When was the last time you had a bubble bath? Not since I was a kid. What do you usually buy when you go to the corner store? You mean like, a gas station or dollar store? Something small like that? In that case, I'll usually look for a Mountain Dew Voltage sometimes along with something Reese's-related. Do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? My cat, absofuckinglutely. He so obviously loves me. I know my snake doesn't though, considering reptilian brains just physically aren't capable of creating that emotion. She does, however, obviously trust me and definitely seems to enjoy coming out of her terrarium and thus hanging out by me. Bubbles or sidewalk chalk? I loved drawing with chalk, but I like bubbles more. I just love how they catch light and have such beautiful colors to share. What do you use to tell time when your gone out somewhere? My phone. Are you proud of your body? FUCK no. I wish I still was, goddammit. I used to be so fit, and it's funny, because even back then at like, 118 lbs at 5'4'', I thought I was kinda chubby. Like bitch shut the fuck up. Watermelon or cherries? I honestly don't like either, but I'll definitely pick watermelon over cherries. They're disgusting. What is your all-time favourite song? "False Flags" by Massive Attack. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Biiiiiitch guess lmao. I think everyone has, though. What is the band you’ve listened to most lately? Definitely 3TEETH. Love 'em. Favourite brand of cookies? Hm, good question. They've gotta be good at making SOFT chocolate chip cookies, though. I don't enjoy crunchy cookies nearly as much. If you could meet anyone who lived before your time, who would it be? I don't really know. Oh, y'know, chatting with Edgar Allan Poe would probably be cool. Do you pay for your own things? I literally can't. It's embarrassing. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance? No. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? Certain sexual things I've done, probably. When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? Of course. Have you ever felt trapped in a relationship? I felt that way in my friendship with Colleen, but no romantic relationships. What would you consider unforgivable? Rape. Like no, go to hell. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Pre-Covid, yeah. What do you dislike the most about being the gender that you are? Probably how heavily judged women are for having ANYTHING "wrong" with their appearance. You could be five pounds over what is "normal" for your height and you're seen as fat. One strand of body hair, and you're disgusting. Bushy eyebrows, you're now manly. I could go on and on. Do you think that weed/marijuana should be legalized? Yes. Rate your typing speed on a scale from 1 - 10? 10. Do you enjoy tanning? Ugh, no. Just sitting there doing nothing but sweating. Have you ever written anybody an anonymous note? I have not. What is your favorite condiment to go with french fries? Ketchup. Have you ever laid in a hammock? Yeah; we used to have one. It was the best when we lived in the woods. Do you blow dry your hair or do you let it air out? I just let it air dry. Candles or incense? I prefer incense. Can you juggle? No. Your favorite vegetable? Broccoli. Do you catch lizards? No; I don't like terrifying wildlife. I'd much rather just take pictures of the little guys and let them go about their business. If we returned to a world without internet, what aspect of online life would you miss the most? YouTube, haha. It's more unique and personal entertainment than television, imo. Are you craving anything aside from food, and if so, what? I want a new piercinggggg. What was the last change you made to your lifestyle? I'm *trying* to get back into regularly making art, along with reading. I'm also really trying to implement drinking more water into my day. What was the last thing you gave up doing? *shrug* What was the last thing to boost your self-esteem? What sort of things typically make you feel good about yourself? It really, really helped to hear my PHP group enjoy my poem about gay rights so much. I was so terrified and did NOT want my therapist to share it, but it turned out being very beneficial. To answer the second question, it's pretty much stuff like I just mentioned: positive reactions to things I create. When it comes to food, do you prefer crunchy or softer textures? Definitely softer. Do you prefer savory or sweet things for breakfast? Hm. Depends on the day, ig. What is something small that you take extremely personally? I'm blanking. What was going on the last time you couldn’t sleep? I just... couldn't sleep. That's not rare for me. Have you drawn anything recently? I recently drew a picture of a still from Rammstein's "Mutter" music video, and I'm now working on Sara's 'kat Alucard. If you're going somewhere close by, do you walk? No. One simply does not walk in this town and not fear being shot. Do you prefer colorful notebooks over plain ones? I like colorful ones, particularly those with a nice pattern or something on it. What's your most ambitious goal? I'd consider wanting to be a successful freelance photographer to be rather ambitious. Do you know anyone named Alex? Well, knew, by this point. One of my closest online friends that just got a boyfriend and fell off the face of the planet when we used to talk every day. I'm still hurt about it, honestly. What's your favorite kind of pie? I don't like pie because of the crust being so, well... crusty and crumbly. Have you ever chatted someone up and scored a date? No. How far would you go with someone you just met? Not very far at all. All you're getting is a hug, if even that. What's your favorite meal to have for dinner? I mean, it depends on what I feel like having. I don't have a set favorite meal. What do you daydream about? The future, mostly. People I miss. Have you ever known someone online and then met them in person? If so, which website did you meet on? Yes, Sara. <3 We met via YouTube back when it had much more social connection. Have you ever been to the beach? Yeah, a good number of times. When was the last time you were sick and what illness did you have? I don't believe I've been ill in any sort of way since I had that ungodly ear infection a few years ago. Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? Yeah, Colleen's house. Mom once tried kicking me out of the car one night otw home, but I didn't listen. Have you ever intentionally trolled? No. How many siblings do your parents have? Mom has two brothers and I think one sister, and Dad has one sister. Who last held your hand? My niece or nephew, dragging me somewhere, haha. Have you seen all the Lord of the Rings movies? No, not interested. What was the last thing you watched on YouTube? I'm watching John Wolfe's playthrough of Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs. It's so funny how like... every let's player I watch doesn't enjoy the game, like they miss the incredible symbolism and shy away from the advanced language, and sometimes it's just frustrating to watch them; I only do because I enjoy the game and want to see more people experience it and relive it vicariously. It's very high on my list of favorite games. What sport do you find yourself best at? I wouldn't know; I haven't played any sports in years. I was pretty good at softball as a kid, though. Do you think makeup on guys is freaky or sexy? My opinion shouldn't matter; a man can wear makeup whenever he damn well pleases without worrying what others think. But anyway, I tend to find it attractive, especially if it's goth makeup. Have you ever been accused of a crime you did not commit? No. Do you like pickles? I love dill pickles. What was the craziest moment of your life? Probably just lying in that hospital bed following my OD, my mom and two best friends just sitting there with me. It was such a weird, weird feeling. Like I was just so done, frustrated beyond what I can say. I remember thinking it was almost funny, just how it all built up and went wrong. Where do you spend most of your time? In my room on my bed. What is your favorite muffin? Chocolate chip. Would you ever get a boob job? I already know when/if I lose the weight I want to, it will be kind of a big deal to me and my atrocious body image to get a breast lift. Being overweight ~does things~ you know, and god knows I want every trace of it that can be erased gone. Would you ever go on a reality TV dating show? That's a massive "no" from me, buddy. Would you rather be inside or outside? It depends on where I am and the temperature outside, but generally, inside. Do you like the current president? Well, I voted for him, so I can't shit-talk much. I don't know the true depths of him as a person and all he stands for, though; when I decided I needed to vote, I just did some research on his core values. I don't have any complaints yet, from what I've seen at least, which isn't a lot. Do you whiten your teeth? I've used whitening strips before, but I don't now because they're not that effective. If it's financially plausible at some point in my life, teeth whitening is another thing I want to have medically done because of my previous horrible self-care. My teeth have a clear yellow tint and I hate it. Do you get cold easily? No; it's actually the opposite: I get hot easily. What was the worst sickness you ever had? Probably this one stomach bug I had where I just threw up relentlessly. Like eventually barely even bile would come up; it was just dry heaving. My stomach muscles were in agony. Was your childhood wasted by something? No, thankfully. Would you rather die during an adventure or die like a normal person? A normal person. The idea of having such a sudden death stresses me out for multiple reasons; I mostly don't want my family to just be suddenly devastated, and I honestly want to come to peace with the fact I was dying. Like, find my life's own closure instead of just having it ripped away. Have your parents ever tried to commit suicide? Jesus, I sure hope not. Do you have a gag reflex? A very strong one. Do you ever fantasize about trying drugs? I've wondered before what the effects of weed would be like for me, but "fantasize" is definitely the wrong word. Would you rather have sex before you’re married or wait till marriage? It'd be up to my partner, honestly, because I'm fine with either. What is the nastiest dare you have ever committed? I never did dares because I thought they were stupid. Like I'm not gonna do dumb shit just to show you I can. Do you know anyone who has been raped? I think I might? Have you ever asked someone for a tampon? Yeah. Do you have any exes you can’t stand anymore? No. Are you more of a phone or a computer person? Computer. Do you prefer headphones or earbuds? Earbuds. Headphones are just big and clunky and in the way when you use a laptop in bed, plus they irritate my skin. I like how earbuds actually go in your ears for more direct hearing. Would you ever consider adopting a child with a severe mental illness? If I wanted children, no, because I don't think I'm capable to give a child like that adequate care, being so mentally ill myself. I wouldn't want to risk worsening their condition. Favorite thing to do with a significant other? Play games together, particularly cute multiplayer ones that are more about the experience of playing together versus getting past difficult obstacles and such. Like for example, one of my favorite memories with Jason is simply playing Little Big Planet together. Favorite ice cream topping? I don't like many toppings on my ice cream, but I do love melted hot fudge. First boyfriend/girlfriend’s name? Aaron. Do you support PETA? Considering they are incredibly self-righteous extremists, no. Do you believe in the Big Bang Theory? Well, I believe in some sort of "god" figure that created the universe, so I don't think so. A condensed ball of nothing exploding to create something so extravagant? It sounds pretty far-fetched to me. But then again, maybe that semblance of a "god" I believe in created the universe through that, idk. It doesn't really matter now, though, does it. What happened happened, I'm not very concerned with it. What insect can you not stand the site of? It's more so larvae that I can't stand the sight of, like maggots and stuff. They make me squirm. Do you like Doctor Who? I've only seen one or two episodes, so I can't say. Do you approve of gay marriage? Of course I do. I'm bisexual and would like to get married, so I might marry a woman. Are you into politics? I'm really not. Do you think the world is ending soon? Nah, even though it sure does feel like it sometimes. Ever been to a mosh pit? No, they don't seem very fun at all. Do you like to debate? NO. NO NO NO. Do you like the band System of a Down? Yeah, I do. Are you German? It's a big part of my heritage. Do your parents like your best friend? Yes. Who’s someone you can act your complete self around? Sara, 100%. She's the only person I feel entirely comfortable around when it comes to being myself. Do you believe in Friday the 13th? I don't believe in there being any supernatural power to it, no. Who is your favorite rapper? Eminem. What age is your youngest aunt? Uhhhh I have no idea. Do you like bowling? Sure, it's fun. Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? I do. What shows or characters scared you as a child? Ghostface from the Scream series was my worst fucking nightmare. I couldn't even see pictures of him without crying. The King Ramses guy from Courage the Cowardly Dog also gave me a number of nightmares. Something about the way he was animated was very unnatural and unnerving to me.

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IPTV Streaming Service

The best answer to that question could be to say that IPTV is an initialism that stands for Internet Protocol Television. However, merely breaking down what every letter of IPTV stands for doesn't fairly explain what IPTV is, what it enables you to do, or why it's a invaluable asset in the world of online media streaming – particularly in these attempting instances. IPTV, it seems, perhaps the best factor to happen to the 2020 Corona-virus quarantine that you've got by no means even heard about .. till now.

Basically, IPTV works by offering users with a network on which they will stream live content. So, instead of merely utilizing your individual internet connection with the intention to access streaming content, as is the case with OTT (Over The Top) streaming content suppliers or different free or premium TV streaming websites, IPTV reroutes your laptop into an exterior network, which may be viewed by multiple computer systems concurrently.

In different phrases, as a substitute of, say, throwing on a present on Netflix or Hulu and struggling to watch on the identical time with a buddy in another location, IPTV plugs you each in, remotely, to the live stream, leading to a way more seamless and streamlined live TV experience. This is clearly very totally different from traditional cable tv, which is usually a solitary expertise. IPTV can provide inter connectivity not like another kind of streaming service on the market.

With extraordinarily low latency streaming of live video content, IPTV is just not solely an answer for the informal TV viewer that wishes the quickest and highest decision streaming of live TV, however it is also steadily used as a business or broadcast resolution. In a business context, IPTV can be used for the quickest and most reliable live video chatting, bringing you as close to the workplace as you may be without ever actually having to step foot out your door. Bars and restaurants, too, have used IPTV as a extra reliable option to entry live sporting occasions. The advantages of using IPTV are quite a few, especially in the course of the present pandemic that we're all trying to quarantine ourselves out of.

All around the world, en masse, people have taken to either voluntarily quarantining themselves or being mandated to take action, as within the case of Italy, by their governments. We all need to do our half to assist put an finish to the COVID-19 pandemic, and, so, we've needed to put lots of the societal conveniences that we've taken as a right prior to now on pause for the foreseeable future. Therefore, IPTV might have by no means been more of a handy solution – each for persevering with to make sure that our work will get carried out and not using a productivity halt, in addition to having the ability to socialize whereas persevering with to apply the security precaution of social distancing.

With IPTV, by making use of a a lot larger and extra capable internet network than most of us occur to have readily available, companies can proceed to run easily and with out lag and people can proceed to just about hang with friends, watching their favorite live TV shows collectively, in excellent synchronicity, as if they're actually within the room collectively. IPTV has never been extra related than it's at this time. So, if you're contemplating signing up for an IPTV streaming website, you might be on the best path for a really prudent and handy solution to many issues unique to the modern moment.

What kind of content can I watch on IPTV streaming websites?

Well, that can differ a little bit bit relying on which IPTV streaming service you go together with. But, generally talking, I like to think of IPTV as an internet-based cable provider of types, only an IPTV service is exponentially vast and extra powerful than any traditional cable provider available on the market. The only IPTV streaming websites, to provide you an concept of what I imply, can supply as much as 10,000 TV channels from almost 100 countries around the world. Some of the smaller-scale IPTV websites, alternatively, nonetheless have hundreds of channels – many greater than you'll be provided by a conventional cable supplier.

So, there may be yet one more profit to discovering a great IPTV service: you'll not be restricted to TV networks which might be inside your area or locality. Sure, you'll doubtless be capable of get these as effectively, but the world of cable TV is just about border less with the very best IPTV websites. So, whenever you ask what sort of content may be watched on an IPTV streaming website, it would get you nearer to the reality to ask, instead, ‘what kind of content can I not watch on an IPTV streaming site?’

And the reply to that query, after all, depends on the IPTV stream in question. Basically, IPTV offers cable TV over the web. But some even supply VOD (Video on Demand) streaming as effectively, which solely furthers the capabilities of and strengthens the trigger for locating your self an IPTV subscription.

There are some drawbacks, nonetheless, and so they principally pertain to the VOD side. Not each IPTV service presents VOD. Only a number of of the very best IPTV streaming websites do. So, don't go into the world of IPTV anticipating it to be something in any respect like your experiences with Netflix, Hulu, or Amazon Prime Video. What you are getting, instead, is sort of limitless entry to a globalized cable TV service that may be accessed over the web – no cords required.

My monthly subscription bills are starting to add up … Do I've to pay for IPTV?

Unfortunately, IPTV is just not a free service. Which is comprehensible, proper? I imply, take into consideration the variety of channels and the quantity of worldwide TV access an IPTV website will instantly give you. It is unparalleled. So, it makes complete sense, not less than in my view, that you would need to pay for such a service.

That being mentioned, in lots of circumstances, IPTV is definitely worth ditching your old cable company for, if that is likely one of the payments you will have that's beginning to add up alongside your different streaming companies like Netflix and Hulu. When you contemplate what number of channels IPTV presents, and the way dependable the live streams actually are, it turns into clear that IPTV is likely one of the only (and cost-effective) methods to entry live TV presently available on the market.

I would even consider ditching services like Hulu TV or YouTube TV for an IPTV streaming website. Again, it’s a matter of each amount and high quality. YouTube TV presents entry to one thing like 70 networks for $49.99 a month. One of the very best IPTV websites that I do know of (which we'll talk about in additional depth in a while) offers over 10,000 networks from 70+ different countries. Never miss out on a live occasion or program ever once more.

Is IPTV safe to use?

This query has two implications, I believe. Firstly, is IPTV protected in terms of viruses and knowledge considerations; secondly, is IPTV protected from a authorized standpoint? Well, let’s tackle the virus and data security concern first. As lengthy as you select a good IPTV service (i.e. one from my prolonged record of critiques), you should have nothing to worry about when it comes to contracting viruses (digital or organic if you're staying indoors and watching your IPTV). I might by no means knowingly hyperlink to a malicious web site. That being mentioned, a VPN and good antivirus software program are at all times highly beneficial for anybody who plans on doing something online.

When it involves authorized security, I can't converse to all jurisdictions on this planet, however I do know for a fact that in most free countries, it's not illegal to make use of an IPTV service. Where the authorized grey space comes into impact, nonetheless, is in terms of what the individuals who broadcast content over an IPTV service select to make accessible. In different phrases, if an IPTV service provider doesn't have the rights to a live occasion however they live to stream it over their network anyway, which places them in authorized limbo. You, because the person, nonetheless, are protected to stream as many IPTV packages as you want with no worries.

What is the best IPTV provider on the market?

Well, it is a difficult query. Everybody has their preferences, after all. Personally, if you need the most important bang in your buck I might go together with Smart IPTV (that's the IPTV I discussed earlier with over 10,000 networks). That being mentioned, lots of people actually appear to love Best Buy IPTV (no relation). If you need a greater concept of which IPTV is finest for you, learn via my reviews and weigh your options!

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Late Night Phone Call -- David Dobrik smut

A/N: Oof it’s been a hot minute since the last time I posted some of my own writing on the blog but I was inspired by you all lol. Hope you enjoy this Au concept because I can definitely see myself developing it further.

You were just curious.

Honestly.

It was one of those nights where you just couldn’t fall asleep for the life of you for no apparent reason and it was growing increasingly annoying. Tossing and turning under your sheets soon became tedious, the irritation boiling inside of you until you forced yourself up and out of bed and down stairs to your living room with a blanket. Grabbing the remote from the coffee table you flicked the flat screen on and got comfortable amongst the cushions of your couch.

It had been an hour or so now, the clock across the room reading 3:06 and yet sleep was no where on your radar. You had taken to scrolling through your phone due to lack of content broadcasting on just about every television station—it was that point in the night where there were only infomercials playing.

Finger flicking the screen of your phone once more, you absentmindedly scrolled through your twitter, reading but not really absorbing anything due to lack of interest.

“Are you feeling lonely?”

Your ears perked at the ominously seductive voice echoing off your walls, eyes instantly shifting to the tv.

Prancing around in nothing but tight briefs were a montage of multiple male models, all of them genuinely too pretty to portray whoever the add was selling. But it did the job in catching your attention so you have to give them credit.

“Are you in the need for companionship, a fiery Friday night inside instead of out?” The man’s sickly sweet tone spoke over the provocative music decorating the background of the video, another man appearing laying sprawled out on a couch.

“Why don’t you take your chances and call us at 1-800-FUN-TIME.”

A phone sex company? Of course this would only air at 3 in the morning.

“Spend time talking to some of our hottest guys with the hottest voices. Only 50 cents per minute with your one night beau.”

“Yeah right.” You scoffed to yourself, snorting and reaching forward to grab the remote, switching the channel to another random number and letting it play as you returned back to your phone.

30 or so minutes passed.

And you couldn’t get that damn background music out of your head. The jingle rang between your ears continuously, despite your efforts to ignore it and focus on the hundreds of tweets scrolling over your phone screen. It was obnoxious.

Though you had to admit it had been quite some time since the last time anyone besides yourself got you off, 7 months to be exact. You were constantly tied up at work, project after project within the company being handed to you which left you little time to associate with anyone besides those in your work circle. And if you weren’t stuffed underneath piles and piles of manila folders and emails you were sleeping. The last time you went outside of the house for yourself was when you walked from your front door to the mailbox on the first floor of the apartment complex, and that was less than 10 minutes.

This just wasn’t a period in your life where you could really search for a relationship and actually have one. All your efforts went into work and work only.

But maybe you deserved attention..even if it was a paid job.

Before you could even recognize what you were doing the pads of your fingers were typing away on the keypad, the numbers rolling off as if you had them memorized (which after that commercial flashing it over and over again at the bottom of the screen you practically did).

“1-800-FUN-TIME”

The phone began to ring and suddenly your palms were sweating, cheating constricting itself of air as the realization hit you that you were *actually doing this.

But you could hang up anytime. You weren’t obligated to go through with the phone call. If you wanted to you could end the call right now and go back to reading through your phone as if nothing happened—

“Welcome to the Fun Time Sex Operator line! Give us one moment whilst we connect you to one of our eagerly waiting guys!”

Shit.

As the phone began to ring once more you began to rack your brain over whether or not you were actually going to do this. If you wanted to back out this was the exact moment to do so. So..why weren’t your hands moving to end the call?

“Hey there sexy, I’m David.”

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.

There was actually someone on the other line—this was happening. And even though he only spoke 5 words your body was already responding to the sound of “David’s” voice. Maybe it really had been too long if you could get wet this quickly.

“Hello?” Senses flooding back you jumped at the sound of his voice, remembering you were in a conversation.

“H-Hi.”

He chuckled, “Hi there.”

Your face flushed, slapping your hand against your face in embarrassment at your lack of speech right now. But what do you say to a phone sex operator?

“Can I assume this is your first time using a sex line?” He sounded humored, voice dancing out of the receiver onto your skin creating a ripple you didn’t expect.

“Mhhm.”

“Well then, I promise to be gentle.” Chills, actual chills, “How about you tell me your name pretty?”

You contemplated it for a moment—somehow now feeling more in tune with yourself to manage the basics of human understanding and interaction. Should you give your identity away? Wasn’t the whole purpose of phone sex meant to protect yourself of exposure?

“Uhm, I-I don’t know if I want to.” You stumbled, mumbling softly back to him.

“That’s okay,” You could hear the smile in his tone, “Do you have something you’d like me to call you instead?”

Another pause as you thought to yourself. The options were limitless. But after hearing David’s voice, surprisingly there was only one thing you wanted him to call you.

“Baby girl.”

It came out as more of a question rather than a demand, but your nerves were still a bit frazzled—this was a situation you didn’t exactly know how to adjust to. David on the other hand seemed to tense at your choice of name, the sound of his breath getting caught in his throat echoing over the receiver.

“Mm baby girl..I like that.” He moaned.

Heat pooled between your legs like a flash flood.

“So, baby girl, what can I do for you?”

It was the ultimate question with an answer you don’t know if you exactly had. You knew the intent of course—it was in the title. But what did you want?

“To cum.”

Another obvious grin from his end.

“I can help you with that.”

“Okay.” You whispered, bracing yourself for whatever was to come.

“Take off your pants baby girl, want you in just your underwear.” An electric feeling raced under your skin causing goosebumps to rise yet again, the tone of David’s voice changing from soft and endearing to dark and demanding in the matter of a moment striking something deep within you.

You did as asked, pulling the strings loose on your sweatpants before shakily shrugging them off your legs. They were tossed to the floor, your top following creating a pile that you would return to later.

“They’re off.”

“Good. Now put me on speaker, you’re gonna have to be able to both of your hands.” A moan nearly escaped your lips at his words, toes curling and pussy aching from the sheer directness. You hastily did as instructed, placing your phone to the side—a far enough distance where you could perform anything David was going to ask of you and still communicate back and forth.

“Y-You’re on speaker.”

He simpered before he spoke again, now even closer to the mic than he was, “Play with your clit baby girl, one finger rolling over and over again on your sensitive button.”

Easing them inside you gaped at the feeling of yourself being stretched out. Sure it didn’t compare to your toys or an actual cock but it did feel great.

“In and out for me.” He whispered, as if he could see everything that was happening, “Want to hear how wet you already are for me.”

You moaned at his words without any control, his voice putting you in a heavy daze which was beginning to mix with the pleasure arising inside of your core, creating a deadly intoxicating concoction.

“I can hear it baby girl,” David grinned, “Sounds like you’re in a puddle and we’ve only been talking for 10 minutes.”

You opened your mouth to combat with a witty response but he spoke before you.

“It’s been a long time since anyone’s paid that little cunt any attention huh?”

Another moan slipped off your tongue, practically dripping down onto your bra-cladded breasts. You had never admitted it, not even to past conquests but dirty talking did something to you. You found it to be better than any other form of foreplay. Something about someone being so demanding over you, forcing you to succumb to their wishes please a part of you like nothing else.

Unknowingly you picked up the pace, fingers pumping in and out at a heavy rhythm--earning a cry.

“Sound so good for me baby girl.” David spoke, “Keep going just like that.”

Your body seemed to be more sensitive than usual, your orgasm already making its way down faster than it ever had in the past. It was a startling feeling, unfamiliar. Normally it took you quite some time to build up, but now? Maybe this stranger was capable of doing more with less than any of your past partners ever were when they had more.

“Da-david!” You moan, digits fiddling with your clit whilst the others slipped in and out of your dripping cunt “Please!”

“Aww you already sound like you’re gonna come undone. Do you want to cum baby girl?”

“Yes!” You whine out, back arching as you throw your head back letting out loud, incessant moans. You’re so close, fingers doing you so surprisingly well that you could feel a knot in your stomach, straining to come undone but then suddenly everything stops. David’s voice interjecting

“Don’t cum,” He growled, “Not yet.”

“P-Please!” You whine in response, body flailing around on the couch at the sudden lack of physical attention. “David.. please let me cum.” You wail.

“Nu uh Baby girl, you wanted me to make you cum. So you have to listen to everything I tell you to.” He whispers, voice corse and slightly strained as though he himself was trying to hold back.

“How? Please I’ll do anything!” You cry out.

“Just listen to me,” He snarled, “And if you cum before I say so then I’ll hang up.” Obviously he couldn’t see you but you nodded your head furiously in agreement, moaning out a shaky ‘Okay’ as you tried to retain some air.

“Good girl.” David beamed. “Now open your legs again, three fingers in your hot cunt now but don’t forget about your clit.” He says. Your body follows instinctually, legs falling to their sides at his will.

The moment you slip your fingers back in you can feel your walls start to clench, the sensation having you groaning out

“Oh--fuck!” You cry, toes curling and body trembling under your own touch.

“There you go baby girl.” You can barely heard him, attention fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure stretching from your core to every other nerve ending in your body. “Just imagine those fingers are mine, pumping in and out of you, caressing your clit like no other guy ever has.”

You jut forward, every movement happening now beyond your control. The pleasure was leveling up and quickly—euphoria near, on the brink.

“I bet you taste so fucking good.” He groans, chest sounding heavy with strained breaths.

“David, I-I’m gonna cum. ” You whine, the pace of your fingers speeding up rapidly to edge you further.

“Hold it.” He growls yet again. “Hold it baby girl."

“I can’t,” You huff, the knot in the pit of your abdomen burning so brightly you knew you had little to no time left. “Let me cum, please just let me cum.” You chant. It feels like you’re going to explode from the inside out, body so close and aching for that sweet release. Tears are streaming down your face as you cry out.

“Okay.” He finally speaks, “Cum for me, let it go.” The moment after the words leave his mouth you’re completely blinded by the pleasure irrupting from inside of you. There’s no stopping your body’s reaction to the orgasm: crying out loudly and body quaking as the waves expand inside of you like a stretched out rubber band.

And David is talking you through the whole thing, words of encouragement and admiration spilling one after another.

The orgasm subsides and now the both of you are just met with the sound of your heavy breathing, and if loud enough—your beating heart.

“You sound so pretty when you cum for me baby girl.” He coos to you, tone returning to it’s gentler touch that you heard when he first introduced himself. You’re more than a mess, brain coming out of the clouds to try and find the right words to say.

“T-Thank you.”

His now familiar chuckle echos over the phone yet, ringing out into the open space of your apartment, “No problem baby girl. Have a good night.”

The phone cuts out and the call drops, David leaving you in nothing but a puddle of his own making.

A/N: oof hope you enjoyed!

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Supernatural stars cover EW to celebrate 300 episodes (and an epic reunion)

Samantha Highfill

January 16, 2019 at 12:00 PM EST

“REUNION TIME!”

Jared Padalecki is making an announcement. It’s early December, and he and his Supernatural costar Jensen Ackles are preparing for their final two days of filming the 300th episode (Feb. 7) as demon-hunting brothers Sam and Dean Winchester, respectively. As they walk onto the Men of Letters set on a rainy Thursday, they come face-to-face with Jeffrey Dean Morgan, a personal friend and the man who brought Papa John Winchester to life in the show’s pilot (and left the show after season 2). “It’s the culmination of 300 episodes,” Padalecki says of Morgan’s return. After all, John’s disappearance kick-started the brothers’ road trip.

“DAD’S ON A HUNTING TRIP, AND HE HASN’T BEEN HOME IN A FEW DAYS.”

Standing in his little brother’s college apartment, Dean Winchester first uttered those words in the pilot, and in doing so, launched Supernatural’s — and the brothers’ — first big mystery. “I had a good feeling about the show just reading the pilot,” Ackles says. “It had grit, the characters were well-written, and the story had miles to go.” Although he couldn’t quite predict how many miles the journey would be.

Supernatural premiered on The WB in 2005 and has since become the longest-running show in The CW’s history. The idea was simple: two brothers hunting monsters from urban legends, the kinds of things you’d hear about while sitting around a campfire. Bloody Mary? They killed her. Hook Man? Yep, him too. But it didn’t take long for the writers to understand that they might have to broaden the scope of the show if they wanted to get 20-plus episodes (much less 300). “We quickly realized that [conceit] would run out in a hurry, so even early on we expanded our horizons of what the show could be,” executive producer/co-showrunner Robert Singer says. But just how far could they stretch? And would they even get the chance?

Despite surviving the 2006 WB–UPN merger that created The CW, it took years forSupernatural to land on solid ground. “Bob Singer and I were fighting for the show’s survival at the ends of the first three seasons,” says creator Eric Kripke. “We’d have a meeting with the network that we informally called the ‘explain-why-we-should-give-you-another-season’ meeting.” And yet there was something about those conditions that felt right for a show about two humans trying to save the world from superhuman forces. As Dean recently said in a season 14 episode, “Impossible odds—feels like home.” But the land of impossible odds isn’t simply where the show (and the Winchesters) lived in those early years. It’s where they thrived. “In the beginning we almost mischievously wanted to see what we could get away with,” Kripke says. “There weren’t a lot of genre shows on The CW. It was mostly Gossip Girl and 90210. We were always like the goth kid at the back of the class that no one really wanted to pay attention to. So on this little weird horror show, we really got to push some boundaries that hadn’t been attempted in TV. There was no one saying, ‘That’s too crazy.’” So they took risks. They wrote a Groundhog Day-style episode called “Mystery Spot” that saw Dean die more than 100 times in one hour. They created “Hollywood Babylon,” an episode where Sam and Dean investigated a haunted horror-movie set. They produced “Ghostfacers,” an episode shot to look like a reality show about ghost hunting. “We always felt like we were on tenterhooks a little, but it helped us in a way,” Singer says. “We said, ‘If they don’t like us, let’s be bold.’ ” And in season 4, they made perhaps their biggest, boldest decision yet: They introduced angels (and therefore a much more religious story line) into the fold, which Singer identifies as the show’s biggest turning point. “I was concerned that would be a bridge too far,” Padalecki says of the angelic decision. “I wondered, ‘Are we going to turn o a lot of the people that came here to watch a scary movie?’” Kripke himself had fought the idea for years, until a pre–season 4 epiphany came to him while he was washing his face, of all things. “I realized the supernatural world was unbalanced,” Kripke says. “There was only evil. So I walked in the writers’ room on day one of season 4 and said, ‘Okay, there’s going to be angels…but they’re dicks!’”

Thus began what Kripke, who’s since created Revolution and co-created Timeless, still believes is one of the best hours of television he’s ever written: the season 4 premiere. “Lazarus Rising” introduced Castiel, the show’s first and longest-lasting angel. “Right before my scene, [then writer] Sera [Gamble] said, ‘Your life is about to change,’” remembers Misha Collins, who plays Castiel. He adds with a laugh, “I was like, ‘You’re so full of yourself.’” But Collins’ life did just that when he shifted from being a guest star to a series regular as his character survived multiple deaths — and even a brief stint as God — to become someone Sam and Dean consider family. “Angels completed the mythology,” Kripke says, and with them, the show was able to build to what writer-turned-showrunner Gamble refers to as the “regularly scheduled apocalypse” at the end of season 5. It was good versus evil. Michael versus Lucifer. Dean versus Sam. And for a while, everyone believed it was the end of the show. But when the network gave them a renewal for season 6, the writers were left to figure out what the heck comes after an apocalypse. The answer? Anything they wanted.

“A benefit of genre is we have such a huge runway in terms of ‘anything can happen,’” then writer and current co-showrunner Andrew Dabb says. “A medical show is limited in the scope of what they can do. We’re not.” So the next few seasons saw Supernatural push even more boundaries, with alternate realities, meta episodes (“The French Mistake,” anyone?), and new villains. That’s not to say everything worked, but that’s the beauty of a long-running show with a devoted audience — everything doesn’t have to work. “Fans would forgive sins of certain episodes because they love watching Sam and Dean,” Singer says. Because saying Supernatural fans like Supernatural is like saying Dean likes pie. It’s not about liking it. It’s about loving it. “I don’t think we have casual fans,” Singer says. “They live and breathe this show.” The #SPNFamily gathers all around the country (and globe) for multiple conventions each year, and every July they ll the largest venue, Hall H, at San Diego Comic-Con. It’s those fans who are devoted to Sam and Dean, even when their Impala might take a wrong turn. “The show’s ability to evolve and adapt is what’s led to it lasting 14 years,” Dabb says, adding, “Theoretically there are still a bunch of Leviathan out there running around that we never dealt with, but we don’t talk about that.”

Limitless options and viewer forgiveness aside, there is one rule the show has to follow — outside of standards and practices, that is. “I credit Bob Singer for instilling from very early on the idea that the show can go anywhere as long as the characters stay true to themselves,” former showrunner Jeremy Carver says. “The core of the show is the bond between the brothers.” With Sam and Dean as its foundation, the show can make episodes like season 11’s “Baby,” which was shot entirely from the perspective of the Impala, or season 13’s “Scoobynatural,” an animated crossover with Scooby-Doo and the gang. “One of the fun takeaways of watching Supernatural is that if you can imagine it, there’s probably a little town somewhere in America where it’s happening,” Gamble says. “It’s unlike any other show, really, in the history of American television.” And 14 seasons in, it’s still finding ways to surprise fans by, say, bringing John Winchester back.

“DAD?”

Standing next to his little brother in the Men of Letters bunker, Dean can’t believe what he’s seeing. This time he’s not enlisting his brother to find Dad, because Dad has come to them. And he hasn’t changed much. His beard has more gray in it and his face is thinner, but it will surprise no one that John comes back with a rifle in his hand. (Sorry, Walking Dead fans; the rifle came before Lucille.) But John isn’t the only one who’s changed. Standing across from him, Sam and Dean are no longer the kids who crammed toy army men into the ashtray of the Impala, or even the young men who went looking for him in the pilot. They’ve grown up. Their lives, quite simply, have changed. The same can be said of the actors themselves. In fact, Ackles is currently two years older than Morgan was when he filmed the pilot. “That’s how full circle it all is,” Morgan says. “Like a father would be, I’m very proud of the guys. It makes me get choked up because they’ve done so well here. Episode 300? That’s unheard of.”

As for how John comes back, let’s just say things get weird — don’t they always? — and there’s an altered reality at play. “Our guys are put in a position where they essentially can have a wish granted,” Dabb says. “They’re actually expecting something else, but [John’s return] comes from a place of want by Dean. The need for closure is really what brings John back into their lives.” But John isn’t the only person who comes back into their lives. As with any altered reality, not everything changes for the good. Without getting too specific, whatever brings John back also causes the return of Zachariah (Kurt Fuller), the no-BS angel who saw Sam and Dean as nothing more than thorns in his side. (Like Kripke said, angels are dicks!) Speaking of angels, this reality also affects Castiel in… certain ways. This time the boys are dealing with a different (though not entirely unfamiliar) version of their friend.

But for Morgan, who’s been asked for years about returning, it has always been about bringing John back in the right way. “The relationships between these three men were so open, so if I was going to come back, it would be nice to have some closure, especially with Sammy,” Morgan says. And before the hour’s over, both boys will get a moment alone with Dad. “This episode gives Sam a chance to forgive,” Padalecki says. Ackles adds, “For Dean, the whole episode is a dream that he doesn’t want to wake up from. But he knows he has to.”

Back in the bunker’s kitchen where Padalecki declared “reunion time” just hours ago, Sam and Dean are sitting around a table sharing a bottle of whiskey with their father and catching him up on everything he’s missed. Yes, they’ve saved the world (more than once). Yes, Lucifer has a son. But most important, John’s late wife, Mary — the woman he spent his life trying to avenge — is alive. Right then Mary rounds the corner for the moment she never saw coming, but in a strange way has always been waiting for. “Everything’s right in the world in this bubble of time,” Samantha Smith, who plays Mary, says of the couple’s reunion. “It’s very romantic.”

But as the Winchesters know a bit too well, all good things must come to an end. And when this is said and done, Sam and Dean will return to their life, driving down crazy street next to each other. Because despite the show hitting 300 episodes, nobody’s ready to call it quits just yet. “I don’t think we’re ready to throw in the towel,” Ackles says. “We’ve still got a little gas in the tank.” Put another way, Sam and Dean still got work to do.

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Twist of Deadly Wishes

Twist of Deadly Wishes -- Pathfinder Feat

... Glancing away, the mage visibly struggled with his emotions. “Any wish, then. Is mine.”

“Yes.”

“Mine to make as I see fit.”

The demon smiled. “Oh, indeed. Most certainly and truly, master.”

“Any ... any wish at all?”

Shadibriri shrugged. “Within ... ah, limited guidelines. Barring a wish for more wishes, there is little of which I am not capable. As I have said before, to other men in other places: I can call forth any spell, I can resurrect the dead, I can rewrite time and space. I can create from nothing, and make you wealthy beyond your wildest dreams; I can open doors to other worlds, and cast you across the infinite pleasures of the planes as you desire. I can turn lead to gold, pig-farmers to pigs, and day to night. With but a word, I can unmake mountains, reshape flesh and topple kings ...”

“Very well.”

The demon smirked. “I was not done, master, and am still bound to speak the truth. The whole truth. I can also rewire your brain so that you think you’re a hummingbird, or set your bones on fire, or turn you into a pillar of salt and throw you into the ocean to dissolve, as a certain nameless sorceress once discovered. My abilities are not much limited; you drink from the very waterfall of creation’s torrent when you unleash my gifts. Be careful, I suppose they say, what you wish for.”

“It is to you, then, to interpret the meaning of my wish?”

The demon shrugged again. “My powers are great, and call on majesties older that your species can fathom; even I do not truly comprehend the full scope of what I do, any more than you understand the mysteries of digesting a glass of warm milk and turning it into blood and flesh, nor how it is that you fall to sleep, and dream, and then wake again. I would be careful, were I you, to know exactly what you want, and to make it clear to me what you want, and to phrase what you want as precisely as possible. Barring that, you should also hope that I’m in a good mood, and that my values coincide rather perfectly with your own.”

The mage swallowed, hard. He then allowed himself a thin smile, but it was wry, and without much humor. “Heh. Yes.”

-- from Twisting Amongst Mages

You command the very waterfall of creation’s torrent.

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Prerequisite: Ability to use spells, spell-like abilities or supernatural abilities of any kind; non-good alignment; see Special, below

Benefit: When you gain this feat, roll three ten-sided dice and arrange them in order from highest to lowest; you will generate a three-digit or four-digit number from your result (somewhere between 111 and 1099). If your highest score is a ten, it represents 1,000; otherwise, tens always represent zero.

For Example: Mike rolls a 3, a 9 and a 10. His final result is 1093. Amber rolls two 3s and a 7. Her final result is 733. Kelsey rolls two 10s and a 1. Her final result is 1,001.

This is the total Twist Score you much reach to Cash-Out your wish. Each time you Cash-Out, you re-roll this 1d100 and once again begin the long climb to your new target score.

If any magical attack you make – or supernatural ability you use – would ever kill a living intelligent creature outright, you may choose to reduce your damage by any amount and thus leave the creature alive; if you choose to do so, you may demand that your victim make a wish.

If your target hears and understands you, and freely chooses to make this wish, you gain the ability to grant this wish (caster level 21st), much like an efreeti or glabrezu.

A wish made in this way must be a statement that can be uttered, in full, in six seconds or less.

Demanding that your target make a wish in this way ends your turn. On your opponent’s next turn, she may speak her wish as a free action. On your next turn, you may then grant this wish as a full-round action.

You may not grant more than three wishes per day. If you are a PC, you may not grant the wish of a fellow PC. Whether you are a PC or NPC, you may not grant a wish to an ally of any kind; if you attempt to do so, your attack’s damage is not reduced in any way and your ally is instead slain.

You may always freely choose to fulfill a wish of this type in a destructive or even deadly manner, although you must TECHNICALLY fulfill a mortal’s stated desires by use of this magic: if a target states that she wishes she could see in black-&-white, rather than in color, you could not, for example, just summon a horde of baboons to beat her to death and then say “your wish is granted.”

If your target says “I wish for limitless riches,” however, you are 100% percent within your rights to crush them beneath a tide of gold coins Plutokinesis-style or banish them to a section of the Elemental Plane of Earth composed entirely of diamonds ... but without a breathable atmosphere.

Your GM is the final arbiter of what are and are not legal responses to the granting of a wish; strong, open and above-all honest communication with your GM is not simply encouraged for this feat but is instead required.

If your GM cannot decide what a specific character would wish for, she may choose to roll 3d6 on the chart below (ignoring any result and rounding down if that option has already been used too many times) to determine the character’s wish; possible responses from you are also listed after each choice:

I wish I wasn’t here! / I wish I was somewhere else! [You may plane shift your target to the Abyss, to the City of Brass or to another location of your choice]

I wish I could escape / I wish there was something I could do to get away safely! [You may baleful polymorph your target into a rabbit or a frog]

I wish you weren’t here! / I wish you would just go away! [You may use greater teleport, moving to any location that is outside of your target’s immediate visual field]

I wish I was home! / back home! / at home! [You may teleport your target back to their home, bringing along yourself and your party or other combatants if you desire]

I wish this hadn’t happened! [Your target is teleported, unharmed and healed of all conditions & wounds, back to where they last awoke or to wherever they were 12 hours ago, whichever is greater]

I wish you would just let me go! [You and your target are both teleported 100 feet into the air, with you grappling your target. At the end of your action, you are teleported back to your previous location]

I wish you were on fire! [You gain the benefits of fire shield]

I wish you would leave me alone! [Your target is subject to a maze effect]

I wish I could kill you! [Your target is given one round to kill you. All other creatures in the area benefit from a sanctuary spell. If you are not dead at the end of the round, your target dies]

I wish you couldn’t see me! [Your target gains permanent natural invisibility, as per an invisible stalker. She also gains a permanent overwhelming scent of rot, death and the grave (or some other scent, as you choose); all opponents within 30 feet may freely detect her purely by sense of smell. If she is upwind, the range increases to 60 feet; if downwind, it drops to 15 feet. Her exact location is not revealed, only her presence within range and the general direction toward her. When she is within 5 feet of any creature with a sense of smell, that creature automatically pinpoints her location even if otherwise blinded to her. She may also be tracked by her smell: any creature may attempt to follow from where she has been by making a Wisdom (or Survival) check to trace her movements and current whereabouts, even if she possesses the trackless step ability. The typical DC for smelling her out is 10; this DC increases by 2 for each hour since she departed the area. This otherwise follows the rules for the Survival skill.

I wish I was immortal! / I wish I was undefeatable! [Your target gains the benefits of the Immortal Creature template and is subject to a baleful polymorph effect]

I wish I was invincible! [Your target is transformed to adamantine, as per a special flesh to stone spell]

I wish your magic would fail! [You may gain the benefits of transformation]

I wish there was another way we could settle this! [You and your target are both teleported to another location, as per a maze spell. You may challenge your opponent to any test of skill -- that is NOT combat! -- that you desire; if you opponent fails against you, she dies]

I wish you would face me alone! [You and your target are both teleported to a location of your choice]

I wish you were dead! [You instantly split yourself into a pair of creatures: your spectral true self and your corporeal false self. Your true self becomes both invisible and incorporeal, and must remain directly adjacent to your false self until this effect ends. You may take no actions while you are so disjointed, nor interact with your environment in any way except to observe. Your false self dies for one hour per character level you possess or until you choose to end the effect. At any time while this effect is active, you may choose to end the effect as a free action: thereby collapsing yourself back into a single creature under your full control. All reversible effects related to your death are undone instantly at this time, just as though you had not died; this includes any damage and/or all secondary effects that would have been avoided if your false self had not died. You are the beneficiary of a true resurrection effect.

I wish ... I wish ... uh ... (stuttering) [your target is forced to answer the following round]

I refuse! [you may not force the creature to make a wish]

You are not required to grant a wish made of you in this way. For example, if a victim says “I wish your bones were all broken,” you could offer to your GM the option “Very well ... I gain all the benefits of an elemental body (or fluid form) spell, and all of my ‘bones’ are ‘broken’”; if your GM doesn’t like that, however, you are within your rights to simply say “I will not grant such a wish.”

If you choose not to grant a wish, you lose one Twist Point from your current Twist Score. This does not count against the total number of wishes you can grant each day.

Each time that you grant a wish by use of this feat, you add a number of Twist Points to your Twist Score equal to your target’s Hit Dice. Once you have reached your goal, you may Cash-Out all of your Twist Points as a full-round action and immediately gain the benefits of a wish spell.

Special: This feat assumes that your GM will establish additional specific, in-universe backgrounds and requirements for gaining this ability; the prerequisites (above) for this feat are thus left intentionally vague, entirely up to the storyteller. In a traditional fantasy game, this power might be limited only to elves or to other creatures with ties to the First World, only to demons and their mortal kin, only to wishcrafters or witches with specific Patrons, only to members of a certain lineage or arcane tradition, only to mad chaos-gods and their spawn, to the seventh son of a seventh son, or to certain “chosen ones” who are born to fulfill a dark destiny.

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Only Now

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 8.5K

Description: Requested by @softelkie

When you close your eyes, you can hear his voice intertwined with the sound of waves crashing against blushing beaches at sunset, a faint whisper originating from a dream beyond the horizon, one that you had never been able to decipher until now.

A/N: This is also my entry for the NEABL Writing Contest! Hope you guys enjoy ^_^

You know that song?

The one that makes you feel happy and sad at the same time? The one with the lyrics that conjure fluttering hearts and forgotten memories?

The song that makes you think about the boy you love?

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The smell of the ocean is something you know better than the back of your hand. A cool, salty breeze that reminds you of rippling water, shimmering under bright orange sunsets and cloudless pink skies. It’s the scent of your childhood adventures and nostalgic daydreams, a fragrance stronger than the flourishing gardens of your adulthood, an aroma more thrilling than the most potent of spices.

Perhaps your love for the seaside was what brought you back to that small town after university. The town you hadn’t seen since you packed your bags and headed to the city in search of new faces and limitless opportunity, but it was only a matter of time before your longing for the return of your youthful dreams drew you back to the ocean.

In search of that place again, you were definitely being naive to not expect grown-up responsibilities to follow you there, and leave it to your parents to remind you of your aging body and transpiring days.

“Honey, you’re nearing your mid-twenties. You should consider meeting someone, don’t you think?”

“Mom, you can’t force these things.” You fight back the urge to get annoyed. She’s been pushing you to start dating ever since you entered your junior year, worried that you’ll soon reach that age when you’re considered undesirable. “It just hasn’t happened yet, ok?”

She sighs. “You can’t be too picky.”

“I’m not!” There’s irritation in your voice this time.

“What about that friend of yours?” She raises her brows. “Jimin, was it? He seems like a decent option.”

“MOM!” You stand up from the table, pushing your chair back loudly. “Jimin is just a friend. Can we please stop talking about this?” You literally can’t believe she’s bringing this up on your first night back when she knows for a fact that you hated discussing the topic.

“Your mother is right.” Your dad seems to find your mild exasperation a good sign to conveniently butt in. “Time will soar by faster than you can predict.”

“Dad” You whine, hating yourself for acting like a child, ironic because you’re always seeking to dwell inside adolescent dreams.

“We're just looking out for you.” He sighs. “We don’t want you to be alone when you are old.”

Perhaps it’s because his words hit the spot you had tried to conceal. That concern you had convinced yourself was not worthy enough to bring you down. Or perhaps it just reminds you of how childish you really are, for secretly dreaming you’ll end up with a person who probably doesn’t even exist. Waiting for someone who will never come. Looking for someone you’ll never find.

“I need some space.” You hastily excuse yourself from the table, taking long strides towards the door and slamming it shut to make your point. You honestly cannot believe your parents are treating you like this when you’ve just graduated from university. Shouldn’t they be happy that you’ve accomplished one of life’s big milestones? They should be congratulating you, not giving you more shit to stress over.

And what the flying fuck is wrong with being single? Why can’t they just accept that you’re happy being alone? That you don’t need a significant other to live a good life. It’s so absolutely infuriating that you have to take deep breaths to calm yourself as you make your way to the beach.

There are neither winds nor clouds to hide the stars and the moon, only soft laps of water smoothing across the wet sand. The calming silence is reminiscent of all those nights you snuck out of the house in search of irreplaceable peace, a type of serenity you cannot find anywhere else.

Sitting on the rock that faces the ocean, you can sense your anger fading. Thank god because this is exactly what you came back for and if even your secret hideaway couldn’t relieve you of irritation, you might as well head back to the city. But just as you were about to relax fully, the rustle of footsteps on the grass startles you, and the voice that follows makes you jump out of your skin.

“Enjoying the view?”

You whip your head around to see the shadowy figure of a boy, face half hidden by dark, long bangs that sweep across his eyes. His hands are tucking in the pockets of his hoodie, skin of his knees barely peeking through ripped black jeans.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” The questions tumble out of your mouth before you realize how absurd you must sound, interrogating some stranger as if they had just trespassed into your territory.

He chuckles lightly at your bewilderment. “I think I should be the one asking those questions. I’ve been coming here for years, and it’s the first time I’ve seen you occupying my spot.”

“Your spot?”

He tilts his head and points at the rock you are perched on.

“Oh, I-I’m ss-orry. I didn’t know.” You clumsily climb down, feeling kind of stupid for acting like you owned the place despite the fact that you’ve been gone for the last four years.

“Hey, it’s fine. I can share.” There’s a playful hint in his voice, and it stirs your curiosity.

You pause midway down, unsure if you should go back up or just leave, but your distracting mental debate causes you to take a misstep. The stranger quickly lunges over, holding his arms out just in time to catch you before you fall.

You slam against his chest, firm but just soft enough that it doesn’t hurt. In that moment your mind is blank, cheeks flushes from the sudden turn of events.

“Shit, s-sorry.” Averting your eyes to avoid how awkward the situation has become, you wish you had been more careful.

He laughs lightheartedly. “Leaving so soon?”

Realizing you were still trapped in his arms, you hastily remove yourself by taking a step back. “I don’t want to get in the way of you and your….” You trail off, not knowing what a boy his age would do out by the ocean in the early evening, but whatever it was, there was probably no place for you in the equation.

He chuckles again, this time nose scrunching up and eyes crinkling around the edges. “I could use some company.”

His response is an invite for you to stay, but hesitation prevents you from accepting his offer right away. You had come out to be alone

“But you seem like you have a lot on your mind.” He speaks before you can formulate an answer. “I’ll just find another rock.”

“Wait…” The word slips past your lips before you can organize your thoughts, and conclude whether or not you actually wanted to stop him from leaving. You swallow, not knowing what invisible force, urge, or desire gave you the push to ask him to stay. For one, you didn’t even know the guy. He could be some creepy stalker for all you knew, but then again, he seems all right judging by his politeness and did he smell pleasantly of citrus and strawberries too? Not that you were purposefully taking note of his scent, but it was kind of hard to miss when you literally fell into his arms two seconds ago.

“Are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.” He’s the first to speak after the two of you are comfortably situated back on the rock.

“I just moved back home after graduating from college. I mean, I’ll probably have to look for a job in the city eventually, but I figured it’s good to take some time off.”

He nods, leaning back an observing you more closely.

“How about you?” You direct the question back, not wanting to miss a chance to learn more about him.

“I wanted to find an inspirational place to compose and the ocean was mysteriously alluring.” There’s a mischievous hint in his voice, like he wanted to spark a bit of your interest, which he’s successful in doing.

“You’re a writer?” You ask, unable to hold yourself back.

“A song writer.”

“Oh, a musician.”

“Aspiring to be.” His lip quirks upward as you turn to glance at him.

You continue to look at him as his attention is mesmerized by the boundless water, tracing along the contours of his face, outlined by the silver moonlight, and noticing rather naturally how soothingly attractive his features are. The way his nose curves at the tip, his slightly parted lips and relaxed eyelids as he breathes gently. Despite the obscurity of the night, you can effortlessly see his appearance with the help of his aura and something strangely familiar about his demeanor.

“May I ask for your name?” It suddenly hits you that you have yet to ask the most basic of questions.

He turns back to face you, lips curving up as he blinks slowly, almost sleepily.

“Jungkook.” His voice is low, marginally husky, but smooth like the sand underneath the perennial waves.

“Jungkook.” You repeat, lowering your gaze and noticing how instinctively it glides off your tongue.

“And you?” Startled by his question your pupils shoot back up.

“Y-Y/N” There’s an obvious break in your voice as you pronounce the syllables, nerves kicking back in for reasons you can’t comprehend.

“Y/N.” He exhales it the same way he had said his own name, and the warmth ignited in your heart is undeniable.

A stillness floats between the two of you as the night grows older, but it is in no way uncomfortable, quite the opposite in fact.

“So do you have any plans for the rest of the summer?”

His sudden inquiry snaps you out of your reverie. “Huh?” You whip you head back to see that he’s looking at you intently.

“You mentioned taking some time off.” He adds casually.

“Oh…right…ummm” Surprisingly it’s something you hadn’t really thought about. What were you going to do besides relaxing by the sea?

“If it’s too personal or something, you don’t have to answer.” There’s no trace of bitterness in his voice, no sign that he’s just saying it out of courtesy. You can tell he really means it.

You quietly laugh to yourself at how awkward you were being. “N-no, it’s just. I guess I’m not really sure. Haven’t exactly planned, you know?”

He nods, tongue poking out to wet his lips out of habit. “In that case, would you like to hang out sometime? Like during the day?”

“Are you asking me out?” The blunt words escape before you realize and you immediately regret being so inept, mentally face palming and missing the way his smile grows wider.

“Yes. I am.” His own blunt response makes your cheeks heat up even more. You have a hard time finding the right words to accept his offer, years of turning people down have done opposite of preparing you for this moment.

“It’s fine if you don’t. I don’t want to make you feel forced.” He adds quietly, finally looking away nervously.

“No! I mean, y-yes. I-I’d like to hang out.” This time you mentally face palm so hard, you swear you can hear the loud smack tangibly.

He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the edges. “I’m honored.” He comments teasingly as he pulls out his phone.

You quickly mimic his motion; assuming that this is the part you’re supposed to offer him your number. When the screen lights up to half blind you, the first thing you notice after your eyes have adjusted is the time, or more precisely how late it already was. “Shit!” You involuntarily curse.

“You have to get back home, right?”

Nodding frantically, you flash him an apologetic look. “I’m basically free every day.”

Your reassuring words make him smile.

“Me too” He responds.

The last thing you see that night is his lingering gaze trailing after you as you run back along the path cutting through the grassy field, further and further away until his figure diminishes, transforming into a small speckle in the distance. At the waning of that transient image, you feel something you don’t think you’ve ever felt before, at least not for someone you’ve just met: the reluctance to leave.

You don’t know what it is about him, what he possesses that sparks your fascination in learning more about him. How he was able to engage so much of you so early on. Maybe it’s the ocean’s doing, just like that person it makes you see when you close your eyes.

Maybe it’s the way he smiled at you, washing away the anxieties that accompany the act of meeting new people. Or maybe it’s the way his voice was the kind to tell stories without words, calming your fears with an un-pinpointed familiarity.

Whatever it was, you were undoubtedly planning on finding out.

…

The universe works in mysterious ways, because you’ve walked this earth for almost a quarter of a century never have you ever felt the kind of inexplicable excitement you did when Jungkook messages you the very next day. With the vibration of your phone waking you up, you’re greeted with near exhilaration the moment you see the text. Why was your heart racing? Why are you virtually having trouble breathing? You blame it on being woken mid REM cycle. It’s called being startled and thrown off. You were never a morning person to begin with.

Hopping out of bed, you actually take the time to look nice or, more accurately, feel the need to do so. Normally, looking presentable was all you ever aimed for, but you were unexpectedly self-conscious about seeing him for the first time during the daylight hours, aware that the additional light would allow him to see parts of you that he couldn’t last night. The concern is a bit unusual, but you weren’t going to read too much into your suddenly altered inclinations.

You meet him at the same spot on the beach you had chatted with him the night before. The scenery looking completely different now that the sun’s rays were illuminating the entire area, the tall grass, the trees leading into the shady forest, and of course, the lively ocean.

You find him leaning against the giant rock, hands casually tucked into the safety of his pockets, and gaze cast towards the breathtaking body of water. In any other scenario, you would’ve been more interested in how stunning the surface of the sea was sparkling under the iridescent light, but in that moment, your fixation was drawn towards the boy and how fondly he was admiring the landscape. His expression is the picture of calm, features relaxed yet the flicker of his eyes gives away how alive he was feeling at the sight of such magnificence.

“Jungkook?”

He turns. Slowly. And you don’t know why you’re holding your breath, but the moment he sees you, his lips curve upwards, transforming into the most adorable of smiles and loosening all the knots in your stomach, making your insides flutter. The moon had not lied about his attractiveness, and the sun had just confirmed the truth.

“Y/N” He breathes out airily, still grinning like a child. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

“I’m not even thatlate.” You defend, pulling out your phone and checking to see that it’s technically only five minutes past the time you had told him you would arrive. “But sorry, I was just-”

“It’s fine,” He laughs. “I wouldn’t blame you. After all, wedid meet under some pretty sketchy circumstances.”

This time it’s your turn to chuckle. “You’re right. You could be some serial killer.”

He huffs another laugh. “So what made you come?”

Perhaps the question held more weight than you had taken the time to consider in that instance, but to you then, it was nothing more than a casual exchange. “It’s a small town, and I’ve got nothing to lose?” You shrug. “And how do you know I’m not dangerous?”

You’re surprised that he actually spends a good minute forming a response, but he eventually beams once more. “For all I know, you probably are. But I’m willing to take the risk.”

Your jaw drops at his reply. “Wow, so you think I’m out to hurt little boys.” You cross your arms, pretending to be offended.

“Hey, I am not little.” He pouts, bottom lip protruding on it’s own accord.

“Whatever you say~” You continue to tease, even though you feel kind of mean for doing so.

The mood is lifted, and your remaining worries from the morning have completely disappeared.

Jungkook inquires about you childhood as the two of you survey the forest and lush green fields. You find it interesting that all the places he takes you are the exact ones you enjoyed exploring as a child: the old tree that curves downward to form a nice shelter, it’s stair-like branches making it perfect for climbing, the trail of stepping stones along the stream leading to the hidden waterfall at the side of the mountain, and the tall cliff over-looking the awe-inspiring ocean.

“Oh god, you’re going to fall.” Your eyes are stretched wide as you watch him crawl towards the end of the branch the two of you were sitting on as he attempts to catch one of the largest butterflies you’ve ever seen.

“I won’t” He grunts, still fully concentrated on the target. You can’t deny that he’s athletic by the looks of his controlled movement and the bulge of his biceps, not that you were staring.

“It’s going to fly away.” You call once more, gripping on the tree trunk for dear life as his movement makes the entire branch sway.

“You’ll never obtain what you are looking for if you’re afraid you’ll lose it.”

“This is no time for philosophical remarks!” You squeak as his the branch snaps crisply. You immediately squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the imminent fall, but all you hear is Jungkook’s laughing.

“What did I tell you?”

You open your eyes to find that he’s standing on the ground, proudly cupping the creature in his hands. Leaning down to get a closer look, the branch finally gives way. You barely have time to react before you realize that you’re actuallyfalling this time.

“Whoa!” He instinctively releases the butterfly to catch you in his arms. “Someone enjoys falling.” He chuckles as he holds onto you tightly.

“Hey, this time it's all on you.” You throw the responsibility on him before the heat can rush to your face.

“Ok, ok. But at least I caught the-” He blinks a couple of times, visibly realizing the butterfly made an escape in his haste to catch you.

“The what?” You smirk, finding his dumbfounded reaction utterly hilarious.

He sighs. “Are you ok?”

The genuine concern is a contrast to your own joking tone. “Um, yeah. I’m fine.” You clear your throat awkwardly.

He smiles in relief, and this time your burning face is inescapable. “Good.”

There’s something about Jungkook that strikes a perfect balance of just enough boyish charm combined with a manly protectiveness. You find out that he’s a few years younger than you, which isn’t all that surprising considering how young he actually looks. He has a baby face for sure, but there’s something about his sharp jawline and tall nose that makes him appear more mature at the same time. It’s an enigma in and of itself really, and you have to force yourself not to dwell on his appearance too often.

As striking as he is physically, it’s his aura that really leaves a lasting impression. There’s something eerily familiar about him, but you’re afraid to allow yourself to believe it’s for the reason you’re suspecting. You’re convinced it’s just the nostalgia and your innate love for the seaside.

Even so, you can’t deny feeling that he seems to understand you without words, without even having known you for very long, and when it feels like no one else in this world does. Although, you were most likely just jumping to conclusions too early on, but if he can make you feel like time doesn’t matter when the two of you are staring at the endless sky, that all of your anxieties are washed away as you’re breathing the scent of your childhood adventures, and that reality is just as beautiful as your most vibrant dreams, you’re more than willing to believe in his galaxy.

…

Jungkook wasn’t lying about being a musician. You had almost forgotten that creating music was his official profession, until he brings you back to his apartment to show you his studio.

It’s small one bedroom type of flat on the seventh floor of one of the newer condos. He even got sound proof walls installed so he could work late into the night, although it would probably be a necessity during the day as well. He’s eager to sing you a song, and you can tell he’s passionate. The excitement in his eyes gives his whole heart away, and you were planning on bursting his bubble as a playful joke of some sort, that is, until his voice unapologetically steals your breath away.

Jungkook’s voice is beautiful, wholly, extraordinarily, and indisputably, to the point where it's almost unreal how he can express the full range of human emotion through song. But surprisingly, it isn’t the pure sound of his singing, but rather the familiarity that renders you speechless once again. Maybe the ocean had been trying to tell you something all along.

You’re almost in disbelief, questioning if you were being delusional in thinking the voice you were listening to right then was the exact one you had been imagining all these years. It almost causes your legs to give way, but you luck out because he stops singing the moment you start to feel your body sway.

“So what do you think?” His request snaps you sharply back into reality.

Clearing your throat and metaphorically slapping some sense back into yourself, you smirk impishly. “A song about love?”

He chuckles lightly. “Not your cup of tea?”

You shake your head; glad he picked up on your jest and didn’t take offense. “It’s not that. The song is beautiful, but a bit unrealistic don’t you think?”

“So you’re not a fan of love songs.” He bobs his head in understanding.

“So you’re pro sappy, romantic love?” You counter, reflecting his motion. It’s not that you wanted to judge his belief system or put labels on him, but you had expected his thoughts to be more aligned with yours, especially based on the conversations you’ve had with him the past couple of weeks. His outlook on life was so similar to yours; you have a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that his view on something so mainstream was vastly different. Raising a brow rather amusedly, you probe him for confirmation. “You can’t actually believe in true love can you?”

He glances at you cautiously. “Are you going to laugh in my face if I say yes?”

“I’ll try not to.” You grin, trying to hold back the laughter that is already tickling your chest. You find it charming that he’s so concerned about your opinion of him, and despite all of it, he still manages to remain honest. “It’s just, I didn’t take you to be the hopeless romantic type.”

“I’m just a casual fan.” He defends with a shrug.

“If you’re a fan that automatically makes you a believer.” You accuse playfully, feeling a wave of endearment from the way his face cutely flushes ever so slightly. The fact that he’s so pure when it comes to these things at his age and the fact that he remains true to himself in the face of your teasing just makes him even cuter.

“I’m ok with that.” He responds. “I just didn’t expect you to be so against the idea.”

His comment suddenly makes you wonder when you started to give up on believing in love. If anything, it should be more of a female thing to be a fan of romance. “I guess I just can’t see myself that dependent on another person, or even fathoming such a person even exists? It’s hard to explain…” You purse your lips, searching for an explanation or a way to articulate how you truly feel about it all.

“I kind of see what you’re getting at.” He bobs his head once more. “But to me, I don’t think loving someone is as hard as the world makes it seem.”

You cock a brow. “What do you mean?”

“You know, the whole I would do anything for this person and without them my life can’t go on.” He exhales, shaking his head displeasingly. “The way I see it, loving someone is pretty simple. You make them smile and care for them. You hold each other in your arms and become each other’s happiness.”

Your jaw drops in incredulity at his description. “Wow, you just managed to make romantic love… boring.”

He cackles, throwing his head back. “Hey, it’s not my intent to downplay what they show in the movies or write in books. But love is what you make of it, right?”

“You just contradicted your song.” You point out. “And what about the dark side? Like unfortunate diseases, cheating, unrequited love, and pairs who are star crossed?”

“Yeah, those factors would complicate things.” He furrows his brows. “But everyone loves the same way, even those who are star crossed. I say if two people grow apart, it’s fine to break up when that time comes. I think you’re getting believing in love and believing in forever mixed up. I don’t believe in love that lasts forever, but I do believe in the capacity to love another person.”

“Oh, I see. So you’re not as wacky as I thought.” You giggle, relieved your beliefs systems are not entirely clashing.

“I’m guessing you haven’t experienced what is defined as ‘love’, yet? Or at least your capacity to love someone hasn’t been tested?” You’re too busy to notice how red his face has become or the nerves sprinkled in his voice as he’s asking these next questions.

You sigh heavily. “Nope. I’m proud to say I have yet to fall head over heels for anyone.” You take another deep breath, reminded of what your parents have been urgently pushing you to do ever since you graduated college single. “Although, I’m not exactly sure if it’s something to be proud of.”

“Well, it’s definitely not something you can control.” His voice is more relaxed now.

“Have you?” You question, curiosity getting the better of you.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know…” The uncertainty in his voice is a strangely stark contrast to his usual confident tone. He slowly lifts his gaze to peek at you, making you wonder why he’s suddenly acting weird. He hastily clears his throat, averting his eyes. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll write you a song about it.” He offers nonchalantly.

“Another song about love?” You cock a brow.

He exhales with a smirk of his own. “About the simple love I believe in.”

Jungkook doesn’t talk about love after that day, well at least not for the rest of the summer. You’re thankful the space between you is still contentedly amiable, but you find yourself wondering why you’re thinking about him so often.

Why you’re always waiting to see him each day, checking your phone for text messages and planning your outfits days in advance. You acknowledge the undeniable sensation of feeling more than at home when you’re walking alongside him as the two of you spend long afternoons chatting about the most random things and the maddening reluctance to leave him when the evening finally arrives. You don’t understand this new feeling, why you were suddenly giddy over the tinniest things that would conjure the thought of him or why every ordinary day had suddenly become something to look forward to. Was it new or had you been like this with other friends too?

Because even as your parents were suggesting you meet their friends son, on friendly terms and totally not for the purpose of setting you two up, the first person that pops into your head in none other than Jungkook. The thought of him always made you feel safe, and that was something you couldn’t say about anyone except him.

“Do you ever feel like you’re searching for something that doesn’t quite exist?” He’s looking at you as he voices the question, eyelids sleepy and wind tousling his soft bangs.

You continue to examine his lazy features, lips slightly parted as he waits. He’s mesmerizing, and despite thinking it’s just due to the fact that he possessed an objectively good-looking face, you have a hard time convincing that’s the only thing you’ve been spellbound by.

Observing that you haven’t replied, he continues. “I mean, you’ve felt like it doesn’t exist until you find it.” His gaze is now cast downward, and you think you can detect a slight flush in his cheeks.

“Actually, yeah.” You swallow. “Like something you can only sense in dreams.” You wish you’re somehow able to express your resonance with his inquiry better, but you were never good at conveying your deepest thoughts.

He nods, smiling faintly. “Or chasing after a place you know you’ll never reach, but doing it anyways because you know someone is waiting for you there.”

“Do you think that person would wait if they knew you’d never get there?” You can feel the weight of your query hang in the space between you.

A silence lingers in the air, and you’re almost led to believe he’s fallen asleep because he’s still staring idly at the ground, breathing calmly and sitting so, so still.

“I know they would.” He finally exhales, glancing at you with an unreadable, yet reassuring expression.

You wonder why being with Jungkook feels so comfortable, why sharing a conversation with him is so pleasant and engaging. You’ve known him for less than three months, and it already feels like he’s been with you all your life. Or perhaps it’s the effect of you not remembering what life before you met him was like. Is this what people mean when they say your whole world changes when you develop feelings for someone?

No way. That’s some bullshit. You don’t actually believe falling in love would happen this easily. It’s just infatuation. You’ve heard about it, and you know it doesn’t last.

Sure you’re always thinking about him, but in your defense, he’s the only person you’ve been hanging out with recently, granted you still find it absurd that every little thing would suddenly remind you of him. It’s like he was filling every nook and cranny of your mind, making you question how you could be so childishly infatuated so quickly. And you’d expect this new development to annoy you at least somewhat, but no, it actually just makes your heart flutter whenever you see the image of his smiling face as you close your eyes, euphoria that ripples through your chest and saturates your body with warmth.

It’s definately infatuation. Nothing special.

But what is the difference between categorizing someone as a friend vs more than a friend?

You clearly still have no idea, and you also didn’t know you would find out soon enough.

…

Jungkook likes to keep the atmosphere light. Call it a personality trait or habit, but he enjoys jokes and tries to work around matters that would usher in concern, even when you can tell there’s clearly something important on his mind. Heavier topics are not usually brought up in your conversations, until the day he tells you he’s been offered a contract from a record company in the city.

“Congratulations.” You voice, not knowing why the news makes a knot form in the pit of your stomach. There’s one tightening in your throat as well.

“Thank you…” He mumurs, still looking at you as if he can't quite read your reaction.

“You’re really going places now.” You force a smile, but a person would have to be desensitized to not be consciousness of the tension in your speech.

“Y/N” He cuts in, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I haven’t signed. I-I umm, wanted to ask for your opinion on it first.”

“Me? Why?” You laugh almost hysterically, and it’s so out of place that you yourself don’t even know where such a reaction came from. “It’s your dream. What does it have to do with me?” You were really taking your immaturity to new heights. Thinking back it’s embarrassing how you couldn’t control your emotions, how dumb you had acted at the time.

He doesn’t respond right away, looking down on the ground as he attempts to formulate a response. “So you’re ok with it?”

“Of course!” It’s a lie, but you’ve gone too far to turn back now. “My opinion shouldn’t matter anyways.”

“That sounds more like you’re not ok with it.” He murmurs barely audibly.

“We’re not tied to each other for an eternity. If we grow apart it’s ok, right?” You hate yourself for being so passive aggressive in that moment, how disgusting you feel for bringing the topic of breaking up into a conversation about the future and potentially going long distance. Why were you such a coward?

Jungkook only swallows and looks down at the ground. “Y-yeah, of course.” He mutters.

He doesn’t hold a grudge, and you persuade yourself that you don’t have to apologize even though you know you should. You reacted in the wrong way, and you almost wish Jungkook would hold you accountable for it. But he doesn't and it only makes you feel worse.

A couple days pass, and he doesn’t message you. Maybe for the purpose of giving you some space or maybe he was disappointed in the way you treated him, you don’t know. You feel awful, and you can’t even bring yourself to rationalize your actions because there was no justification for your harsh words. And you knew if you didn’t work this out, you’d regret it for the rest of your life.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry for the way I acted the other day. It was completely uncalled for. I was being stupid and totally overreacting. I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty or anything. I was just…. scared.”

He doesn’t say anything for a good two minutes, letting the sunlight grow and fade as clouds floated across the blue sky. The ocean breeze tickles your cheek, and you wonder what he’s thinking about for such a long time.

“Take my hand.” He finally says.

“Huh?” You look down at his hand, palm facing upward as he waits. “Y-you, I-I…”

He chuckles, reaching down and interlacing his fingers with yours as you were obviously too taken aback to react normally. His hand is so warm and strong. You can feel his heartbeat vibrating through his veins, the twitch of the tiny muscles in his digits, and again, you’re surrounded by that same kind of safety only he can provide.

“I finished the song.” He murmurs. “Would you like to hear it?”

You nod, still staring at him with a mildly shocked expression. Your gaze never leaves him as he sings, his voice so heavenly it’s impossible to describe with mere words or images alone. You’re looking at the sunset reflected in his eyes, the way the colors speak of the same promises his lyrics are conveying. It’s the first time you’ve looked inside someone else’s heart, and found that they’ve created a place for you there.

“We don’t know what will happen to us later, but I like that the future isn’t decided.” He says as he stops singing and begins drawing swirls on the back of your hand.

“Uhh, because it’s more interesting that way?” You’re really good at killing moods, but if you weren’t, you’d be tearing up at how full your chest feels in that moment with his hands still interconnected with yours. But in all honesty, you’re heart is still secretly crying at how his actions now and for the past few months have all spoken of one central message. The one he has just delivered as a song dedicated to you.

He giggles. “Yeah, and it makes me feel like I have the power to choose.” He smiles blissfully at you; the universes in his eyes already stealing the show before the stars appear.

…

Long distance is just as hard as everyone makes it out to be. You miss him. You miss the blissful summer you spent with him, but you’re thankful for technology.

At least you can still hear his voice through the receiver, see his face on the screen, and message him as much as your heart desires.

Still, you’ll never stop missing him.

It was fine at first, when he would call you with news of how well his debut album was doing, and you felt so proud watching him perform his songs live. But you couldn’t stop the insecurity that dating a rising celebrity would inevitably bring. What if he falls for another celebrity? What if he finally realizes he could have someone way hotter, more talented, and successful than you? Those were the questions you asked yourself every night, each time a dating rumor was published on news sites or when the growing number of fangirls would loom over you like inescapable shadows.

But each time you drowned in doubt, he would remind you of his promise.

“Remember the song I wrote for you?” His voice is muffled through the receiver, but it relaxes you nonetheless.

“Ugh, how could I forget?” You roll your eyes despite knowing he can’t see anyways.

“The meaning will never not be true.”

“Why are you speaking in double negative?” You accuse, pretending to be annoyed.

He laughs, and you can see the way his face is probably scrunched up in your mind. “It will always hold true.”

You sigh, smiling down at the blanket covering your legs as you sit in bed, phone in ear. “Ok.”

“Ok?” He sounds astonished. “Have I actually converted you into a believer?” He’s referring to the idea of love, and the excitement in his voice is undeniable.

You roll your eyes again, hoping it’ll translate over in your voice. “Yes, I’ve been converted.”

No matter how hard you try, long distance is unrelenting.

It happens gradually, and perhaps that’s the scariest type of change. The kind that is undetectable, until it's too late. It’s like a break up that is planned, the whole “letting someone down easy so they don’t go crazy and hunt me down” sort of schema. You don’t find it difficult to convince yourself that Jungkook would never do that to you. He’s not that cruel, and he would never break a promise.

Would he?

But then the calls become more and more spaced out, until they stop all together. He stops responding to your texts, and no matter how hard you try to persuade yourself that he’s just busy with promotions, you can’t help but feel that something is not right.

Despite knowing that being fueled by insecurity only comes off as desperate, you sum up the courage to pay him a surprise visit. A trip to the city in which you were searching for jobs in anyways. You could make it a chance for you to get a feel for the place and decide whether or not it was somewhere you could see yourself working and living in for the next few years, although, the fact that Jungkook was there had left no doubt in your mind that it was.

The train ride is long, but your eagerness overrides the suspicions that plague your mind. It’s going to be fine. He’ll be so happy to see you. It’s been over half a year.

“What are you doing here?”

The sharp voice throws daggers against your back.

“J-Jungkook, I-I…”

He walks past you and enters his apartment before you could explain. You had been waiting outside his door for over three hours. His schedule ran overtime.

“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced but I wanted you to be…umm pleasantly surprised.”

“Pleasantly?” His bitter response takes another jab at your heart.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your jaw tenses, finally letting the anger and hurt overtake you.

“What’s wrong with me? Absolutely nothing.” He scoffs. “I guess, I’ve just…”

“You’ve what?” You spit, unable to lower your raised voice.

“Moved on? I don’t know how else to phrase it.” He says, almost mockingly, not even trying to hide the fact that he was purposefully trying to hurt you. “I tried to let you down easy, but you just couldn’t pick up on the hints now could you?”

“Are you fucking serious right now? Is this you breaking up with me?”

“Is it not obvious?” His jaw twitches from his clenched teeth.

You can’t believe what you are hearing, praying that your ears are deceiving you but also wishing you didn’t feel so stupid for not reading the signs sooner. “So we’re over? This is it?” You fight back the tears that would only make you look more pathetic. “You don’t even remember what you said to me do you?” You didn’t mean to bring up something so foolishly trivial at this point, but you can see his body tense at your words.

“Remember what?” He voices lowly, avoiding direct eye contact, lines on his forehead growing deeper as he searches for the answer.

You scoff and sniffle, tears finally rolling down your cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re acting like you don’t know. Wow, I really was an idiot to trust you.”

And then you’re rushing out the door, ignoring the rain that has started to fall as his calls for you to stop. Lightning flashes across the sky and thunder crackles loudly in the distance, but nothing could stop you from getting out of there. The anger and pain was drowning out his desperate cries for you to stop running.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You continue to sprint as fast as your legs can carry you. You knew that you probably won’t be able to outrun him anyways, but you pray that he’ll give up and just let you be. Why would he put in the effort to care anyways? What you’ve done was already embarrassing enough. You didn’t need him to kick away the rest of your remaining dignity, however nonexistent it was at the present.

“Y/N, stop!”

He reached out and grabs you by the wrist, pulling you around to face him, his wet bangs completely covering his eyes. Your own vision is blurred by the rainwater, increasingly obscure as the pellets pour down harder.

“What are you doing? Let go of me!” You scream, attempting to rip your arm out of his clasp, but he doesn’t budge.

“I didn’t mean to do that.” He pulls you closer to him.

“What? Break up with me?” You scoff again, turning your head away. “I’m pretty sure you made it quite clear.” You feel his grip loosen around your wrist, and that’s when you turn back to a scene that shatters your heart.

He begins to cry. And you’ve never seen him cry. Not that crying was a strange occurrence or an inappropriate reaction in a situation like this, but the way he completely broke down, tears mixing with rainwater to the point where you can’t tell if just raining that hard or due to how long his grief in the form of tears has been accumulating, was painful to witness. Your chest constricts sharply at the sound of his agonizing sobs, the way he drops to his knees and covers his face with his hands, kneeling in front of you in the middle of the street, so small and powerless.

You’re confused.

You don’t know why, and you most certainly do not understand what he’s trying to do, but there’s not a single cell in your body that has the strength to walk away from him like this, so you make your way over to him slowly, waiting for him to realize you’re giving him a chance to explain. The moment he feels your hand on his shoulder, he opens his arms and hugs your waist tightly, afraid that you’ll leave or disappear if he isn’t quick enough.

“I’m sorry” He cries, body still shuddering from his sobs.

And that’s when you learn why he doesn’t remember.

…

The events that happen afterwards are stored as a fuzzy memory somewhere deep in your recollection of the time you spent with him.

Jungkook.

The boy you made fun of for believing in love. Only playfully though because he spend long nights conversing with you under the moonlight and he allowed you to see countless sunsets reflected in his eyes. And joke’s on you because you fell in love with him.

Jungkook.

The boy who wrote a song for you because he placed you in the center of his heart. And maybe the greatest thing that came out of his effort to make you believe in the kind of love he grew fond of in his days listening to music and writing songs by the sea, is that you are now here to remind him even on the day he doesn’t anymore.

Jungkook.

The boy who has a rare genetic disorder that results in premature dementia.

The signs started showing up not long after the release of his first album. And maybe if you were more observant during all the days you spent texting with him back and forth or the late night video calls snuck in during his busy schedule, you would’ve suspected there was something abnormal about his growing forgetfulness. You had suspected it was from the stress of promotions and recordings, but of course, fate isn’t always that generous.

“W-was it difficult to love me?” His voice is meek and grief-stricken, finishing off with a noticeable tremble. You notice the tears welling up in his eyes for the first time as the scene before you makes your chest cry out in pain.

You shake your head frantically, unable to believe he’s assumed you ever had to force yourself to love him and unable to comprehend what it even means to find it difficult to love someone like him: the boy who holds entire galaxies in his eyes alone, the boy who embroidered the vast expanse of your sky with colors you had never even known existed until he showed them to you, the boy the ocean promised would light up your life when you met him- and he did.

Loving him was the easiest thing you’ve ever done, and there’s not a single day that goes by where you’ve ever come close to regretting falling for him. The inability to grasp how such a question could even manifest in his mind makes you freeze in place, searching for the right words to make up for not showing him how much he’s meant to you or how little you had to try to embrace him tightly in your arms because your heart had long chosen its owner.

“I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I tried.” You whisper, cupping his cheek in your hand as you kneel at his bedside.

Your words are the final blow that makes him break down. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I know I said when a time like comes, it’s ok to break up...b- but, but I don’t want to forget. I-I don’t want-” He shakes his head as tears ceaselessly stream down his face.

“Shhh, it’s ok.” You use the pad of your thumb to wipe some of the salty liquid away, but it’s no use because he’s still crying. “I’m not letting go of your hand.”

“No, you have to.” He cries. “I’ll only hurt you when I can’t remember. You have to leave me. You can’t-”

“Jungkook” You interrupt. “Whether you want it or not, I’m going to hold on to you.”

You end up holding him on his hospital bed for the rest of the afternoon, patting his back gently as he cries into the crook of your neck.

“God, I shouldn’t have written you that song.” He chuckles in between waning sniffles, dabbing the used, crumpled tissue against his already swollen nose.

“I’m thankful you did, because it’s still my favorite.” You smile, tracing circles along the back of his hand.

“I can’t believe you just watched me cry like a baby for the last three hours. I wouldn’t blame you if you decide to leave me now.” Though he intends for it to be a joke, you stiffen slightly.

“Jungkook, please, never tell me to leave you.” You concentrate on him pleadingly.

He sighs. “I don’t want to hurt you when I lose the ability to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“I don’t care.” You voice. “You can’t force me to not love you.”

“I know.” He exhales defeated by your stubbornness. “I just wish it was me and not you.”

“Don’t say that. It hurts just as much.”

He nods regretfully. “I’m sorry.”

Days pass intermittently, with winter ending at the arrival of Spring. You didn’t know how rapidly his disease would overtake him, optimistically hoping it would progress by the year rather than the week. As much as you didn’t want to acknowledge his fading memories, it’s impossible to ignore when it began to affect his ability to perform daily tasks.

You had always expected that real love would be just as painful as it is euphoric.

Maybe that is precisely what you were afraid of believing in it.

“It’s getting worse.” He murmurs, staring at the lively sea, winds stronger today as they pick up the waves.

“Don’t feel bad about it.” You squeeze his hand tightly in your own.

“But when the day comes that I don’t remember to love you, just know that I still do. I always, always will.”

“And I’ll always be waiting for you.” You whisper.

“The me that remembers will be sure to come and meet you.” He swears it by the stars in his eyes, the ones that you know will shine forever.

His words make you smile and lean into his chest, firm but soft just like the first time you fell into his arms. Perhaps you knew all along that it was him. That you didn’t want to believe he existed because loving him makes you vulnerable, that the euphoric bliss that comes with love is a tradeoff for something darker, something more painful. But would you change things if you knew that this would be the outcome? No, you’ve come far enough to know you wouldn’t.

“Don’t worry.” You breathe out just a wave of the ocean crashes against the cliffside. “I’ll remind you of all the things you’ve known and all the things you’ve forgotten. I’ll bring us back here, and I’ll play our song. And when the day comes that I start to forget, we’ll lay here in the rain, in the dark, in each other’s arms.”

…

You probably remember that song now.

The one that you’ll still listen to because it reminds you of that boy. The one that is kept safely tucked deep within your heart for the rest of your days.

The song that will forever be a message from the boy who loves you.

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