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— new post ᵎ iuuru presents . . . “Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.” ft. ace, leona, idia, lilia, sebek
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˖ ace trappola
“Have you thought that maybe, just maybe, you have a crush on—” a flappy exercise book slapped across Epel’s face and the boy cursed. “What the hell?!”
Ace rubs his face then remains in that position with his head hung low. You? As in, you? Ain’t no way. You two have been friends for so long! Well, he does feel happier and more excited whenever he speaks to you…and texting you (especially late at night) about random, idiotic stuff puts a smile on his face…and that specific feeling in his chest— but that just means he likes you as a friend, right?
“Wrong.”
“For fuck’s sake—”
˖ leona kingscholar
It didn’t take long for him to realise this ridiculous feelings for you, but it sure did take a century for him to come to terms with it, to admit that he has fallen for you. Naturally, Leona have decided to bury this emotion deep inside—like how he does with everything—concealing it with feigned neutrality, boredom or even distaste if he’s desperate enough towards you.
Such a fleeting attraction would go away eventually, except that it’s not going quick enough for his liking. It’s been months and he’s still thinking about you whenever he’s alone with his thoughts. Still subconsciously look out for your scent or figure. Still stares a little longer than he should when you’re in his vicinity. Still sigh and groan heavily before slamming a pillow on his face because you’re always on his mind. What’s worse is the feelings felt good whenever he thinks of you, or when he meets your eyes.
˖ idia shroud
Came to this conclusion one fateful day in class, his hair instantly went pink the moment he realises! He was so embarrassed that he had to excuse himself in a panic and scurry out of the classroom, almost tripping over air.
Locks himself in his room even longer now—if possible—and hides in his sheets to think about how he’s going to deal with…this. At some point he’d groan and grip on his hot pink hair because it is suuuch a hassle to have them change colour whenever he so much as think of you or simply just walking past your classroom. Confessing his feelings is definitely out of the question because who in their right mind would think you’re gonna accept someone like him?! That’s just wishful thinking. He’s introverted and awkward and a loner and could barely hold a conversation and you’re, well, nothing like him. Yeah, this’ll go away.
˖ lilia vanrouge
“Oh dear.” Leans his head against his palm before chuckling with a shake of head, Lilia concludes he does, in fact, have feelings for you. What to do? He’s a little troubled. You’re a mortal and he’s not, it’s already crystal clear that things between you two wouldn’t work as you will pass way before he would. There’s no point in pursuing.
But this feeling…how long has it been. Besides, Lilia isn’t one to fall easily. He feels like the right decision is to seal it away, continue to act as you’re nothing but a friend. However, he feels a heavy regret forming already. If you’re observant enough, you’ll notice a small change in his behaviour towards you. Just a little.
˖ sebek zigvolt
Outrageous! Absolutely preposterous! The boy desperately asks for Lilia to please stop heaving and slapping the table so much that the tea set almost falls. With all due respect, Lilia must be mistaken!
Is genuinely confused about his feelings. There is no way he fell for a human. A human! Do you hear him? A human! It has become such a disturbance that he finds himself distracted during duty— either plagued by the thought of his feelings for you or the thought of you. He loathes it— hey, doesn’t this make him a hypocrite? Sebek is definitely the kind to let out his frustrations by working out and…be…loud about it. A sudden “No!” and aggressive shake of head in a perfectly quiet and serene atmosphere. Poor roommates.
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akicult · 2 years
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an anon asked for relationship hcs, so here you go <3
random levi headcanons
ft: levi ackerman, hange zoë
cw: fluff, levi’s smitten hehe, brief mentions of alcohol, hange being levi’s bsf, idk
- he’s always cold. everytime you lean into him to cuddle, you always shiver because of how cold he is.
- he’s protective over you. very. he doesn’t want to lose you, and often he fears one day he could.
- he’s not a social media fan, but he made accounts just to follow you and like your posts. you’re literally his only follower. he doesn’t even have a proper username or profile picture.
- for some reason, i don’t know why, but i feel like levi would love blueberries. like, he’s just always eating them.
- if you call him, he’s immediately answering the phone. longest it ever took was three rings.
- never, ever drinks. except for one time and he got super drunk after only having a couple drinks. such a lightweight.
- if you thought levi sober was clingy, oh boy. he literally couldn’t let go of your hand.
- he’s not super affectionate, though. you’re usually the one to kiss him first. but if you havent kissed him in a while he’ll slowly grow more upset & impatient.
- however, he will compliment you. even if he’s a little shy about it.
- “you look really nice.” basically translates to “you are absolutely gorgeous i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” in less words.
- you know what he really means.
- you always say i love you, in which he usually responds with a hum and a nod or a quiet “me too.”he just doesn’t usually express how much he loves you in so many words.
- how he does express his i love you’s;
- he makes you dinner every night. he’s a really good cook.
- always waits for you to finish showering before he flushes the toilet <3
- does your laundry & always makes the bed when you wake up.
- buys your favorite foods from the grocery store without even double checking.
- stays quiet if you end up taking all of the sheets when sleeping. it’s fine, he can use a pillowcase.
- listens to you rant even if your story is confusing and all over the place.
- let’s you watch whatever you want on tv, even if he finds it boring and asinine.
- he’s very gentle when he’s with you. he feels that if he’s too rough, he might end up hurting you. which is the last thing he’d ever want to do.
- loves giving you massages. if you look like you’re even in mild pain, he’ll always ask if he can rub your shoulders or something.
- not big on physical contact, but there’s nothing he loves more than your hugs. especially when you just come up to him and hug him.
- he loves that you already know how he’s feeling. the slightest change in his body language and you just know something’s off. even if he isn’t trying to send that message. the fact that you just know makes him happy.
- you like messing with him sometimes. like, if you’re just texting each other something so casual, even boring, you’ll just send him a nude mid conversation.
- he’ll just stare blankly at his phone for a second thinking about why tf u did that. then he’ll probably heart the photo & continue the conversation as normal.
- he would totally have a folder of your nudes tho if he knew how to do that LMFAOO
- the only time he ever uses his phone honestly to just interact with you. that’s it. his call list just consists of you, you, you, hange, you, you.
- hange calls to annoy him obviously.
- speaking of which, hange absolutely adores you. every single time they call levi, they’re going to ask to say hi to you at some point.
- hange always asked for your help in experiments.
- levi doesn’t like being controlling, but he hates when you help hange. he’s always anxious something is going to go wrong, but he’ll never tell you that.
- he has complained to hange about it though.
- “moblit is your assistant, why can’t he help you?”
- he made hange promise they would never put you in real danger. he’s scary when he’s serious, obviously hange said yes.
- better kiss him goodbye before you leave, or else he’s going to be a nervous wreck until you get home.
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sweetsubharry · 3 years
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do you have any friends to lovers au full of fluffy?
Yes I do!! It is a favourite of mine so be warned there’s 36 fics in this rec!! Isn’t friends to lovers fluff just the best??  💖
Please stay safe and read the tags!!
It's A Start by Magiic_Shop
“This is dangerous, love,” Louis smirked, his lips pressed against Harry’s shoulder blade.
“Why’s that?” Harry asked.
“Because,” Louis’ smirk grew into a smile, “I might never want to let you go.”
Harry shifted against Louis, reaching up to cover Louis’ hand on his stomach with his own, “Then don’t.”
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Or, the one where Harry can't sleep at night, and because of that, neither can Louis. Louis thinks it could be the start of something.
everything i can arrange, every part of me you change by orphan_account
“Don’t you try that shit with me,” Niall spits the second he reaches Louis, pulling off the hood with force. “What the hell is this?” He plops down next to Louis on the empty bleacher and unceremoniously pushes a sheet of crumpled paper in his face.
Netflix and Chill Buddy Application
It’s like no matter how hard Louis tries, he can’t seem to run away from this stupid fucking flyer. All the girls (and some of the boys) in every one of his classes have been talking about it all week. It’s on every wall of every building on campus. Louis went for a jog last night and he nearly tripped and died over a loose one on the football track.
[Harry needs a big spoon and Louis refuses to let anyone steal his position. Based on this post.]
One Plus One Is Also One (Sometimes) by justgotowisharder
“Dear Mrs. Sissy,” Anne read out loud and Harry only wanted the ground to swallow him up, “you asked me to write about my hero but I don’t have a hero, I have a superhero. Superheroes are better and have superpowers. My superhero is Louis Tomlinson.”
(Or the one where Louis Tomlinson isn’t really a superhero, but he’ll always do everything on his power to protect his baby Harry)
Love You But I Gotta Let Go by FallingLikeThis
Harry’s father is never going to be satisfied with anything that he does. But maybe that’s okay when his best friend is there, always cheering him on anyway.
Prompt 947: The despair of ever living up to his standards.
Pour Your Heart Out by hrrytomlinson
Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to. 
Take This Sinking Boat and Point It Home by goodgirlfaith (boomersoonerash)
Five times Louis Proposes to Harry and the one time he doesn't.
Just Ask Me To by TellMeThisIsNotLove
“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers.
“Of course I’m telling the truth!” Harry doesn’t even care that he sounds exasperated.
“Oh my god.” Louis grabs the wall behind him as if looking for support. His body slides down against it until he’s sitting crouched on the floor.
He mumbles something but Harry can’t really figure out what it is. He crouches down, and looks desperately at the breaking boy in front of him.
“You’re telling the truth,” Louis whispers. “You were not supposed to–”
“I was not supposed to do what? Tell me please,” Harry urges, taking Louis’ hands gently in his.
Or the X Factor era canon fic where they learn how to be a couple and that not everyone is going to be on their sides especially those with plain white t-shirts and saccharine smiles.
Burning Skies by emeraldharry 
They both watched as ice and fire danced across their palms, hypnotized by the small things they could do with their powers. Snowflakes swirled around each other as the mist twisted about like a small tornado, while the fire in Louis' hands swayed and twirled gracefully—bright and warm and beautiful.Before, Harry couldn't even think of touching him with the fear of turning his skin to ice. Now, he knew that Louis wasn't some ordinary human to shy away from. Louis was bright, fiery flames, a body of powerful waves of heat. Louis was everything he was not, his polar opposite, but it was all the more reason that they fit together just right.or[Mutant au: Harry likes to think he's normal. Except, normal boys don't freeze everything they touch. Louis thinks he's perfect just the way he is and shows him just that. Zayn is a telekinetic, Liam is a rising YouTube star, and Niall is the best human best friend there is.]
I see the love light in your eyes by larrycaring
For as long as Harry can remember, Louis has always been his best friend.
There are a few constant things in Harry’s life: his family, this town he’s grown up in, and Louis.
He had his other friends, of course, but Louis had always been and still was the person that Harry was closest to. Maybe it was due to the fact that they live next to each other, and that, since the first night they’d talked, when he and Louis shared a conversation on their conjoining roofs, they instantly hit off, and a friendship developed. Or maybe it was that Louis was always so cheeky, almost the opposite of Harry, but it complimented Harry’s slow and thoughtful way of life perfectly. Either way, it just kind of happened.
or an AU where Louis and Harry are very much in love. Featuring football & late night rendezvous.
you fit me better than my favourite sweater by brightbluelou
Harry didn't mean to fall in love with his best friend, and he definitely didn't mean to get pregnant. Despite that, it’s probably still the best thing that’s ever happened to him. And after that, well. It just kept getting better.
or; the one where Harry and Louis are friends-with-benefits and Harry unexpectedly gets pregnant. Harry never wants to stop getting pregnant after that, but Louis thinks seven kids is probably enough.
put your head on my shoulder by wayfared
Niall gives Harry until the end of marching season to either a) make a move on Louis Tomlinson or b) get the fuck over him. Either is easier said than done. Basically, your High School AU with a drum beat.
My Only Sunshine by DontLetHimGo
Harry and Louis have known each other since the start of everything.
When Harry is only a few weeks old, and Louis is two, the older boy is immediately intrigued by the little person in the carry cot. Jay knows that it will be difficult to keep her son away from her best friend's little boy.
baby, hold on to my heart by icaarusfalls
Here was the dilemma: Louis and Harry were out with their mates window shopping because there was nothing else to do and Louis brought an antique ring, hoping to pawn it off to get some quick cash. It was a small, old thing, all rusted and gold, but it had its charm. The owner didn't take it because of the minuscule crack down the middle of the jewel, so Louis just shrugged and handed it to Harry without a thought.
—•—
Louis gives Harry a ring as a joke, but Harry starts wearing the ring everywhere he goes.
So Put Your Hands In (The Holes of My Sweater) by Kat_rawr
“Are you gonna kiss me then?” He asks so quiet he isn’t even sure Louis heard him.
“I think it’s bad luck if I don’t.“ Louis’ breath is hot on Harry’s skin in the cold air. They stand in the dark; Louis’ face only lit up by the yellow-ish light from the street light a few metres away. The light over the door of their building hasn’t worked in years.
“Okay,” Harry says, and of course his cheeks heat up. There are definitely butterflies in stomach and his mouth is definitely dry.
or,
Harry and Louis go on a lot of not-dates.
It's the Sun In Your Eyes by Bearandleonardwrite
Harry's not the best with relationships. Then he finds Louis.
(Basically; Harry's insecure and hurt, but Louis loves him anyways and knows how to help.)
Sun-Dappled by QuickedWeen
Louis and his best friend Harry are in their seventh year at Hogwarts, facing down their future together. Louis has been in love with his best friend for as long as he can remember, and he begins to feel a sense of urgency as the second semester begins. Finally he hatches a plan to tell Harry about his feelings on Harry's birthday.
Stop Making Tired Excuses by midnightskies
Louis hates many things; cold tea, countdown, tuesdays, and university, but most of all he absolutely, categorically despises Eric Davidson, current boyfriend of Harry Styles. 
nonstop earthquake dreams of you by lumineres
And there's heat behind it, blazing, plasmatic, like stars crashing together, like an explosion in space, like a supernova, like a black hole--everything else sucked out of existence. There's no bed and there's no pillow and they're not lying down, just floating somewhere, somehow, and there's no room and there's no X Factor house and there's no Niall snuffling or Liam's deep, even breathing and there's no wind or traffic outside and there's no hum of the heating unit and it's all just Louis. All encompassingly Louis.
or, harry falls hard and finds louis already at the bottom
every december (your star lights the sky) by larrystomlinsons
Louis needs a date for the Christmas dance and Harry is the wingman that has feelings for him.
Counting The Steps Between Us by zarah5
AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)
waiting on the sun by midnights
A third year counselor at Camp Weehawken, Louis just wants to get through the summer without accidentally professing his love to Harry during movie night.
ft. night swimming, lots of cuddles, and even more fluff.
Right From the Start (You Know I Got You) by FallingLikeThis
Louis grows up protecting Harry. Harry loves him for it.
Let Me Give You My Life by midnightskies
Gemma has one rule for Louis while he stays with her family at Christmas; not to hook up with her little brother, so of course that's the one thing Louis does.
deep in my heart i know there's only you by ballsdeepinjesus
"Will you do it?” Harry whispers. Louis has to lean closer just to hear him. He furrows his brows and shakes his head, not knowing what Harry means. “Would you donate for me?”
Louis is dumbfounded. “I’m sorry, I thought you just asked if I’d donate my sperm. Can you repeat yourself?”
[harry and louis are best friends who engage in some platonic baby-making. very platonic.]
You Are The View by larryftnoctrl
Louis is running out on time for his photography assignment and Harry looks lovely in red. It only made sense.
the most beautiful thing by sunflowergolden
“Well, I came prepared of course. I actually have a full on suit with me.”He had to be joking. “Lou, you have to be joking. There’s no way you took a full on suit with you all the way from the States.”“I was raised right, H. You never know when you’re going to need it, so you take it with you. In case a cute boy asks you out.”or, the one where louis and harry have been friends for a while, but they live 5.404 miles away from each other, and louis goes to stay with harry for a week
Take Me As I Am by lovelarry10
“Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”
“You’re right, they don’t.”
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Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.
Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?
don't call me baby by 28sunflowers
A short and cliché roommates AU inspired by To Be So Lonely, where they’re both oblivious to each other’s feelings and Harry gets sad and jealous over nothing. It works out in the end.
Spin Me Like A Record by zarah5
Uni AU. Sometimes, Louis poses as Harry’s boyfriend. It doesn’t mean anything. Really.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic by larrycaring
Call him hopelessly romantic, but Harry was convinced Louis was the one for him. He had never really believed in love at first sight until his special person had come along and stolen his heart. And really, as soon as he had first met Louis on the train, Harry had felt something. Their love, at first sight, had started when they had met, and it had never ended since they had found each other. Harry hadn’t known it back then, of course, but even during his first encounter with Louis, he had felt that fluttering feeling from deep down inside, when Louis had first smiled at him. It had been like gravity had moved, and nothing had mattered more than him.
or even in a magical world, Louis and Harry's love is the most magical and beautiful thing in the world, Zayn is the smart Ravenclaw who falls for his best friend, Liam's true feelings are revealed and Niall is Niall.
or my first Larry Hogwarts AU that I just had to write.
Close your eyes (and let the word paint a thousand pictures) by larrycaring
They were attached at the hip as soon as they met on the Hogwarts Express. They became good friends within the first week of school, and from that day on, Harry just kind of snuck his way right into Louis’ heart. It’s just his charming side, his genuine and caring personality, his stupid puns (and now pick-up lines) that make Louis laugh his ass off, and his bravery and determination. His endless support and loyalty, his friendship… Everything about him, Louis loves. Merlin’s beard, he’s truly gone for him. And he doesn’t know how to tell Harry.
or another Hogwarts AU where Harry thinks it’s a good idea to use cheesy pick-up lines to reveal his feelings to Louis.
Faking It by TheCellarDoor
A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?
Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.
Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow by 1Diamondinthesun
Harry spends most of his time in an empty house or a lonely darkroom, dreaming of leaving his small town for art school. He's invisible to most people. And then Louis Tomlinson sees him. Life will never be the same.
Or, the American high school AU loosely inspired by She's All That.
A Real Work of Art by lululawrence
“I don’t understand,” Liam said for probably the fiftieth time in ten minutes. “You have to explain again how this is a bad thing.”
“Leeeeyummm,” Harry whined into the phone as he leaned his head onto his desk. “I felt like this year was my year for getting his attention, you know? That senior year I would finally get Logan Thompson to realize I exist! But he’s in almost every single one of my classes, Li. How am I supposed to survive that?”
“Easily,” Liam answered, with the same matter of fact tone his voice always took when Harry was in one of his fits. “He doesn’t know you exist, so it shouldn’t be a problem. Right?”
Or the one where Harry calls on an old friend, the super popular Louis Tomlinson, to help him change his look to capture the heart of Logan. Things only mostly go as planned.
wanna taste your heart, don't interfere by orphan_account
Harry still remembers how unsure he felt when he first told Louis, how self-conscious he was. Louis had been nothing but understanding and kind, though, reassuring him that nothing’s going to change between them, that they’re still best friends regardless of sex. Harry had been mostly relieved at that, because he really doesn’t want to lose Louis as a friend over this, but another part of him had been a bit sad because… well, because nothing changed between them. Or rather, there is change, but it’s completely one-sided as far as Harry can tell.
This change being him not getting enough of the way Louis smells. He just can’t help it, is the thing, unable to stop himself from trying to subtly press his nose against the fabric of Louis’ shirt by his shoulders. He still smells like faint cologne and sweat, which is enough to make Harry start feeling slightly dizzy.
(harry presents as an omega, louis is his alpha best friend, and there are hidden feelings that just get harder to control.)
Picture Perfect by LittleBubbleStyles
an AU where Louis Tomlinson is a misunderstood football player, and Harry Styles is a misunderstood photographer. Somehow, they're understood together.
this is a wip but it is updated regularly, almost finished, and I highly recommend it!!
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Ten Things I Hate About You
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Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader ft. Haechan, Johnny and mention of Jeno
Words: 7.7k
Genre: Fluff, the tiniest bit of angst if you squint, college au
Warning: Tiniest bit of cursing, kissing, family issues, anxiety attack
Summary: You never had the luxury of selecting who you were going to tutor, so when you paired with the only person you disliked, Lee Mark, you couldn’t help but formulate a list of the ten things you hated about him.
A/N: Okay so, I will admit this is longer than I anticipated, my bad. Mark has been stuck in my head and this was my way of getting him out. Basically, each part is a snip bit/ scene from the day named in bold.  *This is very very very minimally edited 
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“Who the hell is that?” was not the most flattering thing someone could say when being given a free tutor. Hell, it wasn’t a flattering thing to say under any circumstance. Yet, there you were, walking slowly towards your literature class’s resident idiot, Mark.
“Me, I’m Y/N,” he looked you up and down, frowning slightly before looking back at the professor. The boy seemed to always believe that his opinions mattered to anyone but himself. He was always screaming his misconstrued thoughts during class or more likely not showing up at all, and everything about him seemed to piss you off.
Maybe it was the way he spoke to people, always assuming he was in the right. Or, maybe it was the fact that he spoke period, always rambling about absolutely nothing while the class was engaged in relevant and important conversation. More likely, it was the permanent grin etched on his face, as if nothing could touch him, not even the failing grade he was receiving in this class.
“Mark, this is quite literally your last shot because there is seriously nothing else I can do for you,” you tuned out the rest of the conversation, only raising an eyebrow once you heard that Mark wouldn’t be able to pass without a certain score on the final.
“And you really should thank Y/N, there are other students she could be helping,” your eyes shot up at the mention of your name, blushing lightly as the men looked at you.
It wasn’t as if you had volunteered to tutor Mark specifically. You had been tutoring since high school and figured it was the perfect work-study job to take up. Except you didn’t choose who to tutor, only which subjects. Unfortunately, literature happened to be one of them, and Mark happened to suck at it.
“Now, both of you get out of here,” he pointed to the doorway with a slight smirk on his face as Mark trudged away clearly annoyed.
“We can work Monday, Wednesday, and Friday until the test. We can meet up at the library,” you offered, following after the boy who seemed to only quicken his pace. Jerk.
“Not Friday, that’s a busy day,” he shrugged, looking at everything but you. 
“The test is three weeks from today and judging by your, uhm previous scores, you need all the time you can get,” the boy whipped around at that statement, raising his brow at you. You didn’t understand why he seemed so shocked, you were only telling the truth.
“Fine, catch you later,” His eyes were looking behind you, focused on something else before he finally walked away from you. 
That was another thing that bothered you, he never made eye contact. It was like no one was worth the time of day to him. 
“What are you looking at,” A familiar arm snaked its way around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest as you prepared to go home. You smelled the familiar scent of aftershave and light cologne that immediately brought a smile to your face.
“You’ll never guess who I have to tutor,” you looked up at your best friend, Haechan, grinning at his confused face. Haechan had been your best friend since you were kids in the sandbox and since then, wherever he was you were likely right beside him.
“Let’s go eat, and you can tell me all about it,” He spun you around, walking you towards the exit.
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“Maybe you’re being too hard on him,” the boy suggested, playing with his food before taking a bite. That was his habit whenever you ate together, he would mull over his food as if building a masterpiece before devouring an entire plate in a few bites.
“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brows at the statement. 
“I mean, I dunno, maybe don’t judge a book by its cover and stuff,” A slight blush rose to his cheeks as he realized how cringey what he had said was. His eyes met yours for a split second before you both let out a few synchronized chuckles.
“That was so bad, Chan,” you reached over to poke his cheek, laughing even harder as his cheeks became a deeper shade of red.
“I mean seriously, can you even name ten things you don’t like about him?” He asked, suddenly raising his brows in a challenging manner.
“Honestly, I could name ten things I hate about him,” you admitted, taking a bite of your food to punctuate your point. He only shook his head in disapproval as a response before continuing.
“Get back to me in a few weeks, I bet you’ll even end up friends. He seems nice from what I’ve heard” he sent a knowing wink your way before calling the waitress over.
As he began talking to the waitress, his question was still lingering in your mind. Ten things you hated about Mark. You already had certain attributes running around in your head, but you wondered how many more you were going to add to your list. 
          1. I hate that he is inconsiderate
           [Monday]
It was only the first day of your study sessions with Mark, and of course he was late. You were sitting at your usual table in the corner of the library, checking your phone for the nth time. He was almost an hour late and you were anything but surprised. The boy didn’t strike you as the type to keep his word.
“Hey, tutor girl,” The voice struck you from your thoughts, coming from someone you didn’t think you’d see today.
“Mark,” You nodded towards the seat across from you, opening the textbook you had sat in front of you. The boy sat silently, a smug grin painted across his face as he looked at you, eyes focused above your head. 
“I had something pop up, sorry about that man,” even his apologies were insincere and annoying. You almost wanted to toss the coffee drink in his hands into the trash, but you found it in yourself to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“Whatever, let's just get started,” He nodded in response, glancing down at your textbook with a look of uncertainty, “Did you bring your textbook?” It was then that you realized that he hadn’t brought anything with him, not even a pencil. Of course he was unprepared.
“It’s fine, use mine,” You turned yours around towards him before pointing towards a specific chapter. He nodded in response before flicking his eyes back up in your general direction.
“Today, we’ll start with the basics of analyzing a text. We’ll do ethos, pathos, and logos. It’s pretty simple but it’s gonna help with the essay portion,” You rambled on for a few minutes about the basis of arguments and speeches. His eyes were in the book but you couldn't tell if he was understanding or not. Throughout your explanation, you could see his leg shaking and his fingers tapping on the table. 
“Is there anything you want me to go over?” his eyes were still glued to the book as he looked back up at you. He was smiling, as usual, but something about the look in his eye told you that he was utterly confused. 
“No, Uh, I think I understand,” His taps became a bit more intense until he realized you were watching him and stopped. 
“It’s okay if you don't,” you said mindlessly, “I’m here to help,” as much as you weren’t a fan of Mark, you wanted him to do well. It was a part of the reason you liked tutoring. Seeing someone work hard for something, and helping them get there was one of the best feelings in the world.
“It’s fine,” he shrugged, smiling wider. You didn’t understand why he didn’t just say he needed help since it was literally your job, but you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
“Let’s go over it one more time, for my sake,” you went over the material again, using more examples, even some from popular music to explain the definitions he didn’t understand.
“I mean, I already understood, but I get it, more,” He said sheepishly, rubbing his face in his hand. You smiled a bit at the light pink color growing on his cheeks as you switched subjects.
“Okay, I believe you. We have some more material to cover though. Since you’re picking it up so quickly,” you smirked at the last statement, flipping the textbook in front of him to the correct page. You ignored his groan of despair, instead continuing the lesson you had planned.
You had believed after the first lesson, he might be easy to work with, but eventually, you were proved wrong. Mark was an absolute menace. His incessant taps on the table, glances around the room, random babbling, and absolute lack of interest in what you said, was pissing you off. Even the librarian had walked over to tell him to be quiet.
“Let’s take a break,” he suggested, running a hand through his hair.
“It’s been thirty minutes, Mark,” you rolled your eyes, pointing back at the sheet in front of you. He seemed to lose focus often, so you decided making him take notes might help.
“I know, but honestly my brain is full,” he whined, sending puppy dog eyes your way. Usually, you would have been able to say no, but his puckered lip and innocent eyes were beginning to sway you. 
“Fine, ten minutes,” you gave in to a smiling mark, who shot his fist up in excitement. He leaned back in his chair, looking into space with a look you couldn’t decipher. He was visibly deep in thought and you were beginning to feel very awkward as time went on.
“Tutor girl, yeah she’s tutoring me
 I wanna go home cause that’s the place to be,
Wherever I am, the vibe is nice,
Cause I’m cool like ice,” he went on and on rambling random rhymes with the biggest smile on his face. Nothing would have made you happier than saying that it sounded terrible, and while the rhymes themselves were ridiculous, his voice had a certain addictive vibe that made you want to keep listening.
He suddenly stopped, grinning at your lack of words “Shocked into silence, they say I have that effect on people,” he smirked nonchalantly eliciting a groan of annoyance from you.
“I don’t know who ‘they’ are, but your ten minutes are up,” 
“What! It’s been like three at most,” he complained, dropping his head in annoyance.
“Well, at least stop being so loud,” you rolled your eyes at the boy, who lit up once again. 
You sat in silence for a few seconds before he finally spoke, “Why are you so uptight, tutor girl?” The nickname was really beginning to bug you and so was the boy sitting across from you.
“I have a name you know,” you finally comment, ignoring his question. You were fiddling with your fingers under the table, doing anything to keep your mind off of the uncomfortable question he had asked.
“I know, Y/N,” Your eyes shot up at the mention of your name, almost giving you whiplash. 
“So, why do you call me that?” 
“It’s just a nickname,” he shrugged lightly before beginning to beatbox. He was like a child with the shortest attention span you had seen on anyone above the age of fifteen.
“It’s definitely been ten minutes now,” you pushed his paper towards him before beginning the next lesson.
            2. I hate that he really is a mystery
                 [thursday]
“I’ve never been here,” You commented, looking up at your very tall friend, Johnny opening the door for you. He was a few years older than you but you ended up bonding through the tutoring center you both worked at.
The building was a typical cafe with a warm mocha toned interior. It had bookcases lining one wall with two big grandpa chairs watching over the small tables littered around the room. The place was relatively empty, with only a few people taking up two tables near the bookshelves. It was super cozy and inviting which made you question why you hadn’t been there sooner.
“Really? A lot of people from school come here,” you only nodded in response, following the boy towards the register. 
Once inside, you immediately walked to the baked goods section, eyeing the various desserts.  
You were glad Johnny called. You had been stressed out, from your mom riding you about job applications, classes reaching finals time, tutoring Mark, etc etc. It felt like as you got older the weight on your shoulders got heavier and heavier. Everyone in your life needed you to decide on your future and you just weren’t there yet. You couldn't even decide on a pastry let alone where you wanted to be in ten years. 
“Are you ready to order?” Johnny tapped your shoulder, pulling you away from your thoughts.
“Sure,” you nodded, masking the sadness the thoughts had brought on.
You watched as the older boy tapped the service bell before peering over the counter.  “Someone’s coming,” he said, leaning back.
“Hey Johnny, what can I get ya today,” the familiar voice caused your eyes to bulge as you looked up at the owner.
“Tutor girl?” 
“Mark,” you mumbled quietly, nodding in his direction. It seemed as if your problems followed you everywhere.
“You two know each other?”Johnny asked with a grin.
Mark answered quickly “We take lit together,” you frowned at the lack of mentioning the fact that you were his tutor. 
“Ah okay,”
“How do you two know each other?” you asked, only half caring.
“We’ve been friends since his freshman year,” The older boy explained.
“Anyway, what do you want bro?” Mark asked informally, smile bright as he got ready to punch the buttons on the screen in front of him.
“I’ll have an americano, give me like two extra shots,” Johnny looked at you, waiting for your order as Mark tapped on the screen.
“Can I get an americano and a chocolate croissant,” 
“Sure,” the younger boy said absentmindedly.
Johnny reached into his wallet before you could even say anything, looking down at you with a “don’t argue” look. You were used to him paying whenever you went out together or even with other friends, even though you always put up a fight.
“Don’t worry about it,” Mark said, pushing Johnny’s card back at him, “on the house,” he explained.
“You sure?” 
“Yeah don’t worry about it,”
“Thank you,” you smiled sincerely, surprised by the gesture.
“He never pays for me,” Johnny said, chuckling as if it were an inside joke before he began looking for a seat.
He finally selected a table in the corner with two chairs beside it, right next to a window. You sat down in the chair, giving the place a once over again. Something had caught your eye this time. You watched as the dark-haired boy darted around behind the register, preparing your drinks expertly. 
“I didn’t know he worked here,” You mumbled absentmindedly, still watching the boy work.
“Yeah, he works at a restaurant too,” Johnny commented, smiling knowingly in your direction. You furrowed your brows as you looked back at him. You didn’t know he had one job, let alone two. 
“Oh,” was all you said, leaving it at that. It seemed like Mark really was a mystery to you. You knew virtually nothing about him. Something about that fact gave you an unsettling feeling that you were too stubborn to think about any further.
             3. I hate that he asks too many questions
                  [Friday]
“I don’t want to gooo,” you whined, fighting against Haechan who was currently pushing you towards the library.
“It’s only the third day. You’re such a baby,” You could practically hear his eyes roll as he stopped in front of the door. He had given you a ride to the library, as he always would if he had time.
“Am not,”
“Are too,” 
“Am not,”
“Are too,” 
“Am not,” Despite how childish it was, you literally stamped your foot, leading to a laughing fit from the two of you. 
“I can’t believe you,” he sighed, lightly shoving you.
“I’m very mature though, on a serious-,” you suddenly stopped speaking as you noticed he wasn’t looking at you anymore, “what is it?” you turned on your heel only to be met with the infamous boy himself.
“Am I too early?” he looked down at his phone with furrowed brows before looking back at you. 
“No, you’re actually on time,” you didn’t mean to come off as passive-aggressive but judging from Mark’s raised brows, you did.
You watched as Haechan reached out to shake Mark’s hand with a friendly smile and a quick mutter of his name. Mark responded by smiling awkwardly before finally reciprocating the gesture. “I’m Mark,” he introduced himself with his world-famous grin before flicking his gaze in your direction.
It was silent for a few moments before Haechan finally said something, “I’ll leave you guys to it,” he smiled one last time, sending you a mischievous look before leaving the two of you alone.
“You ready?” he asked, reaching up to grab the nape of his neck awkwardly. You quickly noticed the Jansport backpack he was sporting. It was a small thing but something about the fact that he came prepared made you feel weird.
“Uhh, yeah,” you opened the door to the library, walking quickly to the usual spot in the corner, Mark trudging quietly behind you.
“I made some flashcards for you,” You began, reaching into your bag and pulling out the index cards that you had put on a binder ring.
“Thanks,” he took the cards from your hand with a smile.
“So that guy’s your boyfriend?” he asked casually while shuffling through the cards.
You jaw all but dropped in shock as you fumbled to find the right words, “absolutely not,” you finally said, “he’s like a brother,” you clarified, waiting for his reaction.
The question made you feel uneasy coming from his mouth. It seemed random and very odd considering neither one of you had ever discussed anything personal.
“Oh, okay. You seem close,” he commented, continuing to look through the flashcards.
“We are, but uh, today lets just talk about your essay structure,” you changed the subject promptly, noticing the grin that was solidifying on his face.
Ten minutes later you could already tell he was distracted, judging by his taps on the table that were rapidly reaching a fever pitch.
He looked in your direction suddenly, “What do you want to do, tutor girl, like after graduation” 
Mark asked you the question like it was the most casual thing to say, like it was comparable to “how was your day” or “what kind of coffee do you like.” No one had really asked you that before, what you wanted to do.
“uh, I’m not sure honestly,” you were unsure of why you were even entertaining the conversation. Had it been asked a few days ago you might have just rolled your eyes and answered with the generic response you had been trained to use.
“Really? You seem like the type to plan everything a hundred steps ahead,” 
You quirked your eyebrow up in surprise “What’s that supposed to mean,” 
A light blush found its way onto his cheeks as he stumbled over his words, “No, it’s just that you, like, seem put together, like you know what you want,” he clarified.
The notion confused you to an extent. You never knew what you wanted. You had spent so long doing what people told you that you should do, that you barely even thought about what you wanted. Honestly speaking, you had only started tutoring because your mother told you it would look good on college applications. You had just so happened to actually end up enjoying it. That was the real reason you always did everything the same way and were what Mark called ‘uptight’.
“I don’t,” you admitted, “I have a hard time knowing what I want,” you trailed off quietly before asking him the same question.
“I want to pursue music, but I’m not sure if it’s practical,” he said shrugging.
“It isn’t practical,” you agreed, smiling lightly at the shocked face Mark sent you, “but if it’s something you want to do, it’s worth trying,” you finished, watching as Mark let out a breath. 
He sighed, “I wish it were that easy,” his table tapping picked up a slow pace. You nodded in agreement, realizing that you were in a similar predicament. “Well, what do you like to do?” he asked suddenly.
“You ask a lot of questions,” you replied simply, playing with the seam of your jeans.
             4. I hate that he’s unbelievably stubborn
                   [Monday]
“Mark, honestly we can just reschedule,” You watched as the boy shook his head, jumping from his previous position.
“No, I’m fine,” he shook his head a few times before gesturing in your direction for you to continue.
The boy kept nodding off throughout your lesson and showing obvious signs that he was in no way capable of learning anything. His eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn’t slept all weekend, his eye bags were at least three shades darker than usual, and most importantly he wasn’t making any noises at all. Not even his usual incessant table taps.
“Mark, you did pretty well on the practice quiz, you can take the day off,” you tried to reason with the boy whose eyes were barely open. It looked like he was sleeping with his eyes open.
“No no, y/n,” him using your real name made you feel weird and told you that he was definitely not in the right mind. “You came all the way here, let’s just start,” 
You chuckled lightly at his groggy and barely comprehensible voice as you closed your books. 
“Why are you so tired anyway? Did you work over the weekend?” you found yourself actually curious about his answer, not just asking something random for the sake of it not being awkward.
He answered simply, trying his best to hide a yawn, “yep,” 
You shook your head disapprovingly before finally speaking, “Alright this is what we’re going to do. One more practice test and then please go home and do us both a favor and go to sleep,” 
“I don’t want to be an inconvenience,” he admitted, sitting upright.
“You’re more of an inconvenience this way because I can't tutor someone who can’t even spell their own name,” I tapped on the corner of his notes, where he had written his name as “mar” leaving the last letter off.
“Fine,” he said finally, lifting his hoodie off of his head.
“You’re so god damn stubborn,” you whispered mostly to yourself.
“I can hear you, y’know,” you smiled at his remark before setting a practice test in front of him.
               5. I hate that he sees what no one else does
                     [Friday]
“Yes, mom,” you paused for a moment, waiting for your mother’s usual rant about how you never did anything right, and how at your age she was already starting her own business, yada yada, the usual. 
“I know,” pause, “I sent them out last week, remember?” pause, “I will,”
“Hey, tutor girl,” Mark greeted, taking his usual seat in front of you. He had a concerned look on his face as he noticed you were on the phone having an unpleasant conversation.
You pulled the phone away from your face, “I’ll be right back,” you shot him a small generic smile before walking outside of the building.
“Y/N if you don’t get it together, I’m going to-” your mother’s voice could be heard despite the fact that you had pulled the phone away from your face.
“I’m in the middle of a tutoring session, I have to call you back later,” you interrupted, pressing the hang-up button soon after.
You took a few long breaths before plastering a smile onto your face and walking back inside the building. You could feel Mark’s eyes on you as you walked towards him trying your best to keep up a strong facade.
“Are you okay,” the concern in his voice as you looked at him almost wiped the smile off of your face.
“I’m fine, let’s get started,”
“It’s okay if you’re not. You can tell me about it,” he paused for a few moments, tapping on the table as he usually did, “I can tell you’re you aren’t,” 
“It’s nothing, let’s just start,” you waved your hand in dismissal.
“If that’s what you want,” he phrased it more like a question than a statement.
“So, today let’s talk about how point of view affects the entire story,” you began your explanation, the fake smile long gone as you gave examples from the required reading. Mark seemed only half interested in what you were saying, which was usually normal, except today you could feel his eyes glued to your face while yours were in the book as you gestured to certain sentences. 
You were not in the mood for his antics and as time passed he was truly starting to bug you. “What!? What are you looking at?” you whisper-yelled in his direction. You found yourself feeling immediately guilty as the boy looked at you in complete and utter shock. His lips had slightly parted into an ‘o’ shape and his brows were slightly raised. His cheeks had even begun turning into a deep red.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” he mumbled, trailing off at the end.
You raised your hand to your head, feeling a headache coming on, “no, I’m sorry. Honestly, I’m a little stressed out,” you admitted.
“It’s okay, you can talk to me about it. Like, if you want,” he looked at you expectantly, with a concerned expression adorning his face.
“It’s just my mom. She has a lot of expectations for me. It’s stressful sometimes, y’know,” he nodded at your words, waiting for you to continue, “It’s overwhelming. I don’t really know what to do. It’s like she’s been controlling my life for so long that I don’t even know what I want to do without her telling me,” you finished. 
It felt good letting it all out, and for some reason, you felt comfortable telling Mark about it. He seemed to really listen to you, like he actually cared. 
“Have you ever talked to her about it?” he asked.
“No, she’s not the best listener,” he nodded again.
“Then I think right now all you can do is try to figure out what you actually want for yourself. Like what’s something you really want to do? Like bucket list stuff,” he asked with wide eyes.
“I dunno, maybe a road trip,” you said the first thing that came to mind, mentally slapping yourself at how lame the answer was. “I’ve never really been anywhere,” you explained simply. “Kind of lame,”
He shook his head, “It's not lame if it’s something you want.” You only nodded in response.
“What you want is important, Y/N. Even if you don't know exactly what that is yet.”
               6. I hate that he is everywhere
                     [monday]
“It’s not my fault,” Haechan rolled his eyes at your shocked expression as he spoke.
“Haechan,” you said slowly, “I really shouldn’t have to explain it to you,” you shook your head in his direction. 
You were walking down the main commons area in your school, killing time before your next class.
“If someone says to you, hey! Can I borrow your hanger, how am I supposed to guess that they’ll-” he stopped speaking suddenly, a smile breaking out on his face, “look there’s your boy,” he nodded slightly in the direction ahead of you.
You looked up, almost immediately spotting Mark. He was smiling brightly as he spoke to a girl beside him. She looked to be familiar, maybe from the year below you. You watched as they laughed together, heads falling back as if they were in a movie. You had to admit, they made a cute couple.
“He’s not my boy,” you shoved your friend with light force, ignoring the tight feeling in your chest.
“Don’t worry, pretty sure she’s dating Jeno. Actually no, I’m super sure, every time I see them, they’re sucking face,” he grimaces at the notion, furrowing his brows tightly as if remembering the image vividly.
You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly, “Why would I worry?”
“Okay, y/n,” he matched your expression, shrugging in the same way you did.
            7. I hate that his car smells just like him
                   [Tuesday]
“No it’s fine, I’ll just find a way home,” you glanced at Mark, whose eyes were on you already. “No, Haechan don’t worry about it. I’ll text you later,” you hung the phone up and looked up at the boy ahead of you.
After you opened up to Mark the previous week, he had begun taking a seat next to you in class. It seemed like you had become friends, or acquaintances at least. That felt weird to even think about. You and Mark were friends? No, acquaintances, you were just acquaintances. 
“Everything okay?” he asked, gathering his belongings.
“Yea, I just have to walk home,” you answered absentmindedly before standing.
“I can, like, give you a ride,” he offered nonchalantly, standing in front of you.
“You drive?”
He smirked at the question, “just got a new car,” 
“Okay then, if it’s no trouble,” you agreed, nodding at him. It was super weird how comfortable you were around him now. There were still things you very much disliked about him, but getting to know him had shown you that there were some things you hadn’t known at all.
“Alright,” he smiled in your general direction before leading the way. You had grown used to his quick pace, keeping up with ease now. 
“It’s nice right,” he pats the old black car lightly, as if he was afraid something would fall off. 
“Super nice,” you agreed with a grin.
You both walked to your respective sides and slid into your seats quietly. You were immediately hit with the smell of watermelon air freshener and the cologne Mark usually wore. 
“You can put your address in,” he pointed to the GPS on the car and you promptly typed it in.
There was a lasting awkward silence after that, Mark focusing diligently on driving while you were focused on counting the red cars that went by. You wondered how long it would take for someone to say something. Eventually, Mark just put on the radio, hoping to fill the silence.
He winced slightly at the country song that began playing, “You wanna hear one of my songs,” he said suddenly, a small smile accompanying his words.
“Sure,” you were actually curious, seeing as you had never heard him rap seriously, only hearing his mumbles when he was bored.
“Press the acronym one,” he said, handing you his phone, eyes still trained on the road. It was almost comical how focused he was while driving whereas during tutoring sessions he was always distracted.
“Que-tay, uhm, qwe-ta,” you tried pronouncing the acronym, eliciting a laughing fit from Mark. His laugh was so innocent you couldn’t help but smile along even though you didn’t know what was so funny.
“Key-tah,” he finally said with a smile.
“Ah,” you nodded, turning the volume up.
The song started off subtly, with a chill beat that matched the atmosphere in the car. You could see Mark’s light blush peeking from your peripheral as the song went on. By the time the second verse began, Mark was humming along before finally fully rapping alongside himself. Again, you were reminded of how addictive his voice was. 
He seemed so passionate at that moment, so confident. He was showing a side to himself that you hadn’t seen before. Someone so comfortable where he was. Someone truly in their element.
“I get why you want to do music,” you commented as the song ended.
“Why?” 
“You love it. I can tell. It’s like more than just a career for you, it’s a part of you,” you said matter of factly. The statement confused you to some degree. You had never seen someone so comfortable in their element. You hated to admit it but you were even a little jealous.
He smiled at that notion, “It is a part of me. Ever since I was young, my dad taught me how to play guitar and that really just jump started my love for it.” You nodded in understanding before picking a random Frank Ocean song on his playlist. 
“You should come to my showcase next week, I just got offered a spot today,” he said suddenly. You were completely shocked that he had asked you. 
“You can bring your friend, I think our whole class is going. It’s supposed to be an end of finals celebration” ah, everyone was going. 
“Okay,” you accepted simply, heat rushing to your cheeks for an unknown reason.
“just put your number in my phone, I’ll send the details later,”
The car ride from then on was more comfortable. What was once an awkward silence had become a relaxed atmosphere where you and Mark would chat about random things like the music on his playlist or the watermelon screensaver on his phone. 
              8.  I hate that he thinks can pull one over on me
                    [wednesday]
 “tutor girl, what’s up?” Mark crashed down into the seat in front of you, setting down a drink carrier from his cafe and a bag.
“Hi, Mark,” you greeted with a smile, shaking your head at his noisy entrance.
“Here you go,” he pushed an Iced Americano in your direction, following with the white bag.
“Oh, thank you, you didn’t have to get me anything,” you watched the smile on his face widen as he shook his head.
“It’s the least I could I could do for my favorite tutor,” your felt your cheeks get hot until you remembered one very important detail.
“I’m your only tutor, and you still have to take the full practice test,” you said sternly, putting the straw in the coffee quickly.
“Come on,” he whined out before starting a whole argumentative speech about how the practice tests were annoying.
               9. I hate that he doubts himself
                    [thursday]
“I mean, and I say this with full respect,” Mark began, “I truly don’t think I’m going to do that well,” he admitted, toying with the drawstring of his hoodie.
“Mark, just because you say with full respect, doesn’t make it more respectful,” you said with a grin, “but seriously, you’ve been doing so well on your practice quizzes. Over 60% every time, which is way better than what we started with,” you admitted, wincing a bit at the last statement you let slip out.
“Still, that’s not a passing grade,” he shrugged, utterly defeated as he picked up the essay rubric from his desk. His usual brighter than the sun smile had disappeared, leaving you feeling uncomfortably cold.
“Honestly your lack of trust in my tutoring skills is beginning to annoy me,” 
“No, dude, I trust you,” your eyes flew to him at that statement. He was still pondering over the paper in front of him as he continued, “I just feel like I suck at this stupid subject,” he threw the paper back onto the table at that statement.
You found yourself giving a pep talk without even a second thought “No, you don’t. You’re caught on quickly. You’re so smart but you need to stop second-guessing yourself. You’re going to do well. Even better than well because you have my help.”
“Thanks, tutor girl. I appreciate you,” you could tell he was sincere because he had met your eyes, even if just for a split second. It was the first time he had ever looked you in your eyes and it was making you feel things.
“I’m serious though, you are way smarter than you give yourself credit for, and you should know that you are no matter what score you get on this stupid test,” you finish, grinning as the smile returned on his face.
“Okay,” he nodded lightly as he stood waiting for you to join him.
You chuckled lightly at the boy as you looked up at him, “What is it, Mark?” he had a sheepish look on his face as if he was nervous about something other than the obvious.
“uhm well,” He was looking intently at you when you didn’t notice, waiting for any signs that he was annoying you.
“Actually, there’s something I was going to ask you,” a light blush found its way onto his cheeks as he spoke. You nodded in his direction waiting for whatever he had to say, looking up to find his eyes on you. 
At that moment you noticed almost like for the first time how pretty his eyes were. They were so doe-like and innocent, you couldn’t stop staring. 
To outsiders, you both would have seemed very odd as you stood just staring at each other. 
“Well, I-”
“Y/N, hurry- oh shoot, sorry,” Haechan’s voice rang from the doorway, pulling you out of whatever trance you had been in.
“I’m almost done,” you widened your eyes in Haechan’s direction for emphasis, looking back at Mark who had already looked away. “What were you saying, Mark?”
He smiled lightly for a moment, “Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing important,”
You furrowed your brows lightly, “You sure.”
“Yeah, we’ll talk later,” 
              10. I hate that I don’t hate him
                   [Friday]
“I told you so,” Haechan was grinning ear to ear as he joined you on your walk to class.
“I could name ten things I hate about him, yeah right,” He laughed to himself suddenly, mocking your old statement. “Imagine my shock seeing your face a few inches away from his. I should’ve taken a picture.”
“Shut up,” you pushed him lightly, finally reaching the door to the lit class.
“I’ll see you afterwards, good luck,” he said, sending you a final wave before walking away.
It was the test date and you were sure that Mark was nervous. As soon as you got into the room, you noticed his fingers tapping violently on the desk, his single mechanical pencil clattering as it jumped around. He was there early, earlier than you were and that was saying something. The room was empty except for the two of you, even despite you being only about fifteen minutes early.
“Mark,” you had to call his name a second time to get his attention. “Mark, relax,” you took the seat next to him and swiftly grabbed his chattering hand in your own. You watched as his leg began bouncing up and down as if it were mocking the pencil’s previous movement, “Mark, breathe,” his eyes were glued to something in the distance, his breath labored.
“Shit, I’m not prepared,” he muttered quietly, “I should have done another quiz,” he breathed out. “and I can’t fucking breathe,” he clenched his brows at the last statement, his breathing coming out as quick huffs.
“Look at me, Mark,” you reached up to turn his chin towards you. “I think you’re having an anxiety attack,” you said the words slowly, hoping to not make it any worse.
“You have to breathe, I’m right here and I’m not going to let go of you,” you squeezed lightly on his hand to emphasize your words.
“You’ve studied and studied. You’ve worked hard. You’re going to do well. All you have to do now is relax and breathe. In and out,” his eyes were glued to yours before he finally closed them altogether and began taking slow deep breaths.
“I’m here with you, and we’re both going to destroy this thing,” he nodded slowly at your words, opening them a few minutes later as his breathing reached a normal pace and his leg stopped bouncing. 
You released his hand in the next second, sending him a small smile.
“I’m glad you’re with me,” was the last thing he said before people began filing into the room.
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[Monday]
“I know what you’ve all been waiting for. I have your graded finals,” Your professor had waited until the end of the day to finally share the news, leaving everyone anxious.
It was utterly silent as he passed them around, only the sound of him saying a quick “see me after class,” to Mark, who immediately winced at the statement. You couldn’t help but furrow your brows in confusion, noticing that Mark hadn’t received his test back.
“Class is dismissed,” he pointed towards the doorway after delivering the final test, smiling lightly at the people whose arms were thrown up in celebration.
Your score wasn’t that big of a surprise, you had gotten what was expected of you. You were way more interested in Mark. So you decided to wait outside the door, watching as students filed out.
It seemed like hours had passed while you were waiting for him. You mindlessly scrolled through your phone, completely missing the sounds of someone walking up to you, that someone being Mark himself.
You yelped in surprise as you were lifted off of your feet and spun around in the air.
“What the hell,” was all you said as the boy set you down.
“Y/N, Look!” he exclaimed, handing you the test with a huge eighty-five percent scribbled in red on the top right corner of the sheet.
“Mark, I told you, you could do it,” you hugged the smiling boy, grinning brightly at him.
“I couldn’t have without you, Y/N,” the sincerity in his eyes as they bore into your own was making you melt on the spot. 
“No more tutor girl?” you asked, grin never falling.
“You’ll always be tutor girl but, uh,” he paused as if deep in thought for a moment, “I really like spending time with you. I think it will be weird not seeing you all the time,” you nodded in agreement, realizing that the semester had ended, meaning it was summer break.
“Well, we’re friends now right. We can still hang out,” you offered, watching as the boy looked down with a look you couldn’t decipher.
“Um, I know we’re friends, but,” he stepped a little closer to you, “I was wondering like, y’know if it’s possible, if you maybe wanna,” he continued to stumble over his words. You couldn’t help but smile at his very awkward, very cute way of asking you what you already knew he was getting at.
“Mark, do you want to go out sometime,” you finally blurted, chuckling at his pink face. 
“Yes, I would like that a lot,” he said nodding.
“I don’t know if you knew but uhm, I mean it was before, but basically um, I’m sorry I judged you before, Mark,” you apologized suddenly watching as he shook his head in dismissal. It had been on your mind for a while even despite him not knowing.
“I knew you felt that way before. That’s kind of why I was so like reluctant to have you as my tutor,” he grabbed your hand and squeezed lightly.
“That’s why you were so weird the day he told us,” you nodded in understanding remembering the look Mark gave you when you were first introduced, as if you spat in his drink. In his defense you deserved it.
“Honestly, yeah,” he confessed, “but in your defense, I am kind of an acquired taste,” 
“That’s not an excuse. I was an idiot,” you admitted, “Mark, you’re amazing,” he smiled lightly at your last statement, taking the time to just look at you. His brown eyes were like a pool, drawing you in until you sank, unable to stop staring.
He reached out, cupping your cheek with his hand before speaking, “Can I kiss you?”
You only nodded in response, waiting patiently as he lowered his head towards your face until he was less than a centimeter away. It felt like hours had passed until his lips grazed yours, allowing a tingling sensation to move throughout your body.
 In a flash, your arms were around his neck and he was holding onto you delicately, like you would break if he was too rough. He tasted like a mixture of mint and watermelon gum. His warm foresty and floral scent was filling your senses, actively intoxicating you as his lips moved against yours rhythmically. The kiss was greater than any apology you could have given him since it was full of the emotion you couldn’t fully articulate. Mark was fully focused on you in the moment, lips moving against yours like a magnet.
“I told you to become friends, not make out in public,” you heard Haechan’s voice interrupt, causing you to immediately pull away from the boy in front of you. You couldn’t help but laugh uncontrollably at Haechan's mortified face and Mark’s intense blush.
“Sorry,” Mark muttered quietly, smiling as he looked down at you.
Haechan walked towards the older boy, looping a hand around his shoulder as he spoke, “Y’know, I always saw this coming. She said she didn’t like you, but a best friend always knows,” you could only shake your head as Mark looked back at you as if asking for help. You could hear Haechan going on and on about his premonitions as you trailed behind the two boys, feeling a sense of happiness you hadn’t felt in a long time. 
Mark was someone you could never see yourself with. He was loud, always distracted, obnoxious, stubborn, and mysterious. But he was also kind, deliberate, hard-working, smart, infectiously positive, and beautiful. You didn’t know when the thought struck you, but as you looked up at the brunette boy walking ahead you finally knew what you wanted. You wanted him by your side for as long as possible.
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• Pairing: alice!jungkook x madhatter!taehyung ft. ot7 • Genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst | Rating: Teen and Up | AliceinWonderland!AU • Words: 11k | AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of an accident, loss of memory → Gifset Trailer
written with @cassiavioletblue​
↳  “Does it have to make sense?” Taehyung came to a sudden halt which made Jungkook stumble right into him but he wasn’t fazed at all. He stood like a rock and it was Jungkook who had to hold onto him to keep his balance. “Stuff doesn’t have to make sense to be fun. If you really think about you’ll notice that senseless things often are more fun than things that make sense. [...]”
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Pain ricocheted through his entire body and he fought to catch his breath when he landed on his arm. His head shot backward. And the pain was slicing through him, over and over. In the background, he heard the sound of screeching brakes. Shattered glass was grinding into his hip, more glass rained down around him.
Pain. Pain. Just so much goddamn pain. Like a fireball.
Far away, someone was screaming. Blue lights flickering on and off, shadows hushing over him while he tried to blink against the overwhelming darkness.
There were so many voices. He was getting lifted and a scream tore from him, but he wasn’t so sure if he actually screamed or if it was a silent one. Maybe no one heard him anymore. Maybe the darkness was too strong as it pulled him under. Too many voices, and blackness and then he woke up.
So suddenly, just as sudden as he had fallen into the darkness.
Sweating.
His fingers were digging into the bedsheets, eyes wide as he was panting. Jungkook’s gaze kept flickering around the room, blinking against the light, when his eyes just seemed so god damn sensitive.
There was a throbbing headache at the back of his head making him hiss in pain as he reached out for it, slowly and carefully sitting up. “H-hello?” His voice sounded croaky, like he hadn’t used it for quite a while. For how long had it been dark? Jungkook looked around, but the room was eerily quiet. White walls, white bed sheets. Not even a hint of color. Jungkook rubbed his eyes, trying to blink against the blurriness, to see more clearly when a shadow rushed by his window.
“Hello?” Jungkook asked again, groaning in pain, when he pushed himself up and waddled towards the hospital door. There must be a doctor somewhere close. Maybe they could explain what had happened. He stopped, breath coming in short pants, when he held onto the doorframe and noticed something from the corner of his eyes.
His face.
Bruised up and a cut lip, telling him that something had happened.
Something that Jungkook couldn’t remember.
“Excuse me,” Jungkook opened the door, to turn to the left where he had last seen the shadow vanish from the hallways. 
Tae giggled. He had noticed the new presence almost immediately. Apparently it was a boy although you could never be sure in Wonderland. One could pose as a human and secretly be a mouse instead - but this one felt actually human.
He was a little damaged at the moment, but Tae was sure that a little while in here would make the new one forget his pain and join them happy and healthily. Ignoring the other’s polite request, he ran a little faster. Normally it was the white rabbit’s job to show the newcomers around but Yoongi hadn’t enjoyed his part, so he had given it to Tae who had lots of fun with it!
This time though his creativity had been blocked by the newcomer’s inability to open up.
They were in a hospital, a classic, standard, boring hospital - except maybe that the hallway was endless and tightly curled upwards. Tae was pretty sure that the boy would give up chasing him sooner or later and maybe, when he was out of breath and had time to sit and think he would see that he didn’t need to be in a hospital. That he could just use one of the doors to walk into a whole new world, waiting for him to be discovered.
“Oh, damn it,” Jungkook rubbed the side of his temple, as he tried to see in front of him. “Excuse me, is there…anyone?” The younger looked around, but it seemed too empty for a hospital. Where was everybody?
Jungkook stumbled ahead, right behind the shadow and where it was heading to, following his giggles. This just felt awfully strange. Something wasn’t right.
Panting heavily, Jungkook held onto the wall. “Could you wait, please?” He felt out of breath, leaning against a door. “I think I need some painkillers or something.” He could feel the view blur around him when he saw the shadow again. “Hey!” He called out, a little louder this time as he focused on the figure. Breathing heavily, Jungkook shook himself out of his dizziness, following the strange man further down the hallway. “I am talking to you!” 
“But I am not talking to you!” yelled Tae gleefully before he frowned, realizing his mistake. As an answer he ran a little faster and, as the boy was getting slower, he dared to let the other see a little more from him, down to his shoes, as he danced a quick little step dance.
Jungkook furrowed his brows, confusion written all over his face when he saw the young doctor dancing. Was he even a doctor? He didn’t look like one. “How rude,” He mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he watched the man vanish again. Jungkook felt annoyed at him and because he didn’t want to play his games any longer, he turned on his heel. He would find someone else to talk to.
Someone who could actually help him.
Jungkook took the next best door to open it up. He was angrily mumbling to himself, something about how rude the other was while he walked on without looking, just following his urge to find someone to explain to him what had happened. As soon as he had walked through it the door slammed shut, making him startle and jump in surprise. His eyes widened, when all of a sudden the white door was in front of him again, standing in midst of a field surrounded by a large, green forest.
Jungkook rubbed his eyes again.  
This was absolutely mad. It couldn’t be.
Jungkook gulped, before pushing the handle again, opening the door but the hospital was gone. Carefully, he held his hand out to try and see if something happened, but there was nothing. It was just a door in the middle of nowhere leading to more trees and grass. Jungkook felt like fainting. 
“Ah, I see you stopped holding onto what you think should be reality. Isn’t it more fun like this? More free?” Tae stretched out his arms and spun in a circle to show how much more he enjoyed this setting. It was still pretty ‘normal’ but he preferred nature over hospital hallways. “Finally, I can get rid of this awful thing. Why did you think white would suit me? It’s stupid! And not colorful at all!” He didn’t care that he sounded whiny he hadn’t worn a monochromatic outfit since forever! And for good reason, it made him nervous! There was nothing his brain could hold onto, nothing to calm his nerves just awful, plain, one colored nothingness sucking him in. He stuffed the white doctor’s coat into the next best knothole (which required some pushing, but finally the tree was taking it from his hands) and there he stood, in his full multicolored glory.
Jungkook stood there, barely moving as he watched the young man twirl around, talking to him as if he knew him. “W-what,” He finally mumbled, shaking his head, rubbing his eyes before focusing on the man again. “We’re not in a hospital?” Jungkook furrowed his brows, eyes flickering around the forest. He’s never been here before, he would remember. Jungkook turned around swiftly - but where the door had been only seconds ago it was gone. A panic washed over him, when he turned back around, looking down on him, where he was definitely still wearing his hospital clothes. White pants, white shirt. This was crazy. This wasn’t real.
“I didn’t make you wear...that,” Jungkook cocked his head aside, walking closer to where the other had pushed in the white coat, before focusing back on Taehyung. “I thought you were a doctor. I’m not...I mean...we’re not in the hospital? Where are we? Who are you? Am I going crazy?” Jungkook groaned when the pain shot through his head as if a thousand needles were pushing into his skin, view getting blurry before. It took him a moment before he caught his breath again, looking up at the strange, colorful man. “Who are you?”
Tae proudly puffed out his chest as the other was looking at his psychedelic pants and velvet jacket. "I guess it all depends on your point of view. You might be going crazy if hospital rooms are what you think should be real. From my point of view though you were crazy before and are slowly getting back to how you should be now." As Jungkook kept staring at him he sighed deeply and took the other by the hand. The boy flinched a little as if he hadn't been sure if Tae was a hallucination and was now surprised to feel the other's firm, warm touch on him, "I'm your tour guide! So just tell me where you want to go, and I'll get you there!"
“M-my what?” Jungkook stumbled after him, trying to keep up with what he just told him. “But...but my headache? I was…” The younger tried to show what he meant, wanting to turn around and let the other see for himself that he had bruises all over but there was nothing. Not even his head hurt anymore. Jungkook looked at the other in disbelief, “My tour guide? But...how did I get here? This...is not making any sense.” 
“Does it have to?” Taehyung came to a sudden halt which made Jungkook stumble right into him, but Taehyung wasn’t fazed at all. He stood like a rock and it was Jungkook who had to hold onto him to keep his balance. “Stuff doesn’t have to make sense to be fun. If you really think about you’ll notice that senseless things often are more fun than things that make sense. If this would make sense you’d get your headaches back. And I’m pretty sure headaches are no fun.”
“Sure,“ Jungkook mumbled, not understanding a word that the other was saying. But what choice did he have? The door was gone. He was in the middle of the forest with a man holding onto him that seemed rather odd, but friendly. And no idea where he was supposed to be or to go. Jungkook took a deep breath. “So, where does your tour lead me to, Mr…?” He asked, looking at the strange man with a smile.
Taehyung sighed deeply. “Didn’t you listen? I can’t lead you anywhere unless you tell me where you want to go! How should I know what there’ll be unless you imagine it? It’s not like this is...” He broke off, cocking his head “Do you think you’re dreaming? Or hallucinating? Is that why you’re so stiff?” 
“Eh,” Jungkook cleared his throat, furrowing his brows, “I’m not sure? Am I? I’m just…confused. If this isn’t a dream then what is this? What do you mean I should tell you? I don’t even know where we are?” He rubbed the side of his temples, feeling the headache thumping behind his skull again and the dizziness making him lose his balance for a moment. “Shouldn’t a tour guide know where to go?”
“How can you not know where you are when it’s so obvious!” Tae pointed to the grass under their feet and then to the trees on their left side. “We’re standing on a meadow next to a forest.” He leaned in closely until their noses almost touched and stared right into Jungkook’s face. “Is there something wrong with your eyes? Is that why you’re rubbing them so much? Or are they bad because you are rubbing them so much?”
Jungkook startled, eyes doe-like as he stared back at the man’s face that was so up close and personal that it made him stumble back. “That’s not…” He groaned, before pulling his hand away from him and turning on his heel. He had enough. He could make fun of himself if he wanted to, he didn’t need anyone else to do that. 
“No, stop, where are you going?” Tae stomped his foot on the ground. “I’m the tour guide! Yoongi gave the job to me, you can’t just steal it like that from me!” When Jungkook made no notion to turn back Taehyung ran after him, passing him by and then turning towards Jungkook while walking backwards so that he was in front of Jungkook while still looking where the younger was going.
“I don’t care who gave you what because you’re actually doing an awful job at being a guide.” Jungkook looked up with a raised eyebrow, “Do you even know what a tour guide does? Maybe you should let Yoongi do the job again. Because I told you numerous times that I don’t know where I am and as a guide…you should guide me.” He rolled his eyes, as he passed Taehyung who looked at him hurt, “Not say stupid riddles or do your …,” Jungkook turned towards him, waving his hands around, “Whatever you’re doi-“ His words cut off, when the breath got stuck in his lungs and Jungkook screamed out. He hadn’t looked where he was going.
One misstep. One thought about how he just wanted the world to swallow him whole, before he was plunging into darkness. 
The earth had willingly fulfilled his wish and so Jungkook fell deeply, downward, and further downwards until … he realized that he wasn’t quite falling in the way he was used to. As if gravity behaved differently here. Was it because he was underground? He shook his head at that stupid thought and then tried to turn as he was still falling backwards. Somehow he was falling slow enough to get a good look at his surroundings and his pace kept steady as if he was swimming in a stream of air. That thought gave him another idea and so instead of wriggling around like a worm he made swimming motions to change his position and it worked! With his face turned towards the direction he was falling he didn’t feel as lost any more. Just as that feeling had settled in he saw that the darkness was finally ending and there was a piece of ground visible that he would reach in a few minutes. As he didn’t want to land harshly he pretended to swim upwards and actually got slower, so slow that when his feet came in contact with the ground it was the soft landing he had hoped for.
At first he could see nothing but the floor under his feet but when he blinked a few times the surroundings slowly became clearer as if his eyes had gotten used to the dark - just that there was no ‘darkness’ anymore. He was in a hexagonal room with a door in each wall. However, they all had different sizes and Jungkook would only fit through half of them, maybe four if he made himself really small. He wasn’t sure who would make doors like that (for who? Or where they simply decoration?) but he figured he would never know as there was no one else there except for him. And a small, blue table with a few tiny things on it. He crouched down to get a better look and saw that there was a tiny bottle with a label on its neck that he could barely read and a glass plate with cookies on it. All of the cookies had a different shape and color and he reached for one of them when a sudden crash made him jump.
Jungkook bumped into the table simultaneously as he grabbed his chest, while holding onto the cookie. “God damn it,” He sighed, when he saw the strange man had just landed next to him – on his bum. “Are you okay?” Jungkook asked carefully, but the other seemed fine when he got up, rubbing his bottom with a soft giggle. Shaking his head, Jungkook lifted up the cookie to smell it. “So, now what happened, huh and where do we go from here, Mr. Tourguide.” He chuckled, before opening his mouth to take a bite. 
“No!” Taehyung ran towards him to snatch the cookie away and then threw himself over the table to quickly push all the cookies together with the vial into his many pockets while mumbling something like, “...not again! No growing, no shrinking this time! And definitely no sudden seas and tears, none of that!” Afterwards he turned as if nothing had happened, keeping his hands securely pressed against the pockets. “Now? We’ll unless you don’t want to stay here I’d say let's choose a door. It’s a pity you can only choose from three.” His hands pressed a little tighter against the cookie filled pockets.
“You’re weird, did someone tell you that before?” Jungkook shook his head but he was defenseless. He had tried to walk away, and he had only fallen into a hole. So, he could just see where it lead him next. “I take this one then,” Jungkook pointed at one of the doors, before getting on his knees to open it and crawling through it without any hesitation. 
“Of course, you’d chose the one where we have to crawl - nothing is easy with you, did someone ever tell you that?” came some more barely audible murmuring from Tae as he followed Jungkook through the tiny door. Again, they were standing in a meadow, just a different kind this time. They were tiny in comparison to the massive blades of grass that were thick and growing big like a bamboo forest around them. Taehyung heard Jungkook gasp and chuckled gleefully. “What did you think that a tiny door would give you a world where you’d be normal sized? It leads to a world that makes you feel tiny of course!” The grass was growing so thick and densely that they could barely see a few feet, so Tae suggested, “Let’s find a mushroom and climb on it so that we see where we are going.”
“Yeah, of course…” Jungkook shook his head but he couldn’t keep from smiling at the same time. Maybe he could get used to it. It was just a dream. Just a weird, odd dream.
“Let’s just find a mushroom and climb on top of it. What else should we do, because my tour guide apparently still doesn’t know where we are going.” He boxed the other lightly, before laughing, “You haven’t even told me your name, yet.” Jungkook turned around, walking backwards just like the strange man had been doing before, “I’m Jungkook and you are?” 
“I’m Taehyung. I’m glad we’re meeting, Jungkook.” Tae smiled as the boy in front of him visibly relaxed and finally even started to enjoy their adventure. Happy about that nice turn of events he put a little spring in his step and Jungkook followed until they were hopping along the way, both giggling like mad. It was gorgeous!
“Wait! There! I see one!” Finally, he had caught sight of a nice, big king oyster mushroom that would give them a great view. “Let’s try that one!”
It was easy for Jungkook to climb the mushroom. He was working out a lot and so it was even easier for him to just reach out for Taehyung and almost pulling him up all by himself (who really enjoyed being dragged up like this). He didn’t weight much – not to him at least.
“So, what are we looking for?” Jungkook asked before adding quickly, “Wait…you don’t know right? I probably need to know what I’m looking for.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to come up with the stupidest of things he could think of at the top of his head. “I am looking for blue smoke coming from….,” Jungkook closed his eyes as he stretched out his arm, pointing somewhere randomly, “…there.” When he opened his eyes again, the laugh got stuck, as blue smoke was ascending further down the meadow. “You’re fucking kidding me, are you?”
“You got it, you got it!” cheered Tae as Jungkook confidently pointed somewhere. It wasn’t that far away so they could easily reach it. In his joy he completely overheard Jungkook’s curses and instead was kneeling a little closer to the edge to get a better look, shielding his eyes from the sun. “Oh, that must be Jin! Such a nice surprise, I can’t wait to visit him!”
“Jin?” Jungkook wanted to ask who he was talking about, when Taehyung was already slipping down the mushroom and back on the ground, waving him to do the same. At least his guide knew where to go now. “Is Jin one of your friends?” Jungkook caught up with Tae, as they were walking (or Tae rather skipping happily) beside one another. “Do you live here...are there more people like you? You talked about Yoongi before? The ‘real’ guide?” The younger was getting curious about the world he had stumbled into, walking a little faster to keep up with him. 
Taehyung made a pout and crossed his arms over his chest. the little flower on his revers started to wilt. “Yoongi is not the ‘real’ guide. I am! And I’m trying so much harder than he did! With him you would have probably taken a nap in the very first meadow without ever falling down that hole to reach the door room or seeing the mushrooms or Jin. Not every white bunny likes to be a guide. He is so much happier now catching notes and pressing them on paper, so they become sheet music. You would think they would be too fast for him, whirring through the air like that but he can be really quick and precise when he wants to. Like a cat who normally doesn’t even move for a snack but then catches a fly out of thin air because it wants to.” He chuckles, his hurt pride already forgotten. “They are both my friends actually. If you want to meet him too we can go to the and visit him after seeing Jin?”
Jungkook agreed with a shrug of his shoulders. He had nothing else to do right now, so why not meet some new people. Maybe they could help him figure out where he was or maybe they were just as strange as Taehyung. Jungkook looked at him skipping ahead happily, finding himself smiling along with him. Although he was acting rather odd, he found Taehyung still endearing and kind.
He didn't seem like someone who could hurt anyone. 
With Jungkook concentrating on their aim and knowing where they were going the walked easily ahead, the grass clearing here and there to let them through more easily. The cloud of smoke was an easy guide for direction and when they got closer they saw that it wasn’t so much a cloud as delicate figures that Jin blew into the air but dissolved at a certain height. Taehyung was curious as to what they would see when they were at Jin’s mushroom. He lived in that thing so it was often the biggest mushroom by far, with a nice, broad mushroom cap to keep his house from rain so that Jin could sit underneath it and keep smoking if he wanted to. Taehyung had actually never been inside Jin’s house, simply because of the “space issue” (he couldn’t turn into a caterpillar and therefore wasn’t flexible enough to cozily curl up in the stipe), but he had taken lots of peaks inside and found it to be really pretty.
When their surroundings changed a little, with more herbaceous plants and flowers at their sides and moss beneath their feet he knew that they were close. He took Jungkook’s hand again to spur him on. “Come! Come! We’re close! He’ll be there any second now!”
Jungkook could feel his heart beating fast. He didn’t know what would await him exactly, so he tried to see ahead and figure out who that Jin person was. 
The first thing he saw was Jin’s back, as he laid on the top of a mushroom, taking a deep breath from… well, Jungkook wasn’t sure what it was but whenever he leaned his head back, blue smoke was starting to come from his lips as he blew it into the air. The second thing he noticed was his washed out pink hair and Jungkook instantly loved it as it stood in a beautiful contrast to the blue. It was just as beautifully odd as everything Taehyung wore on his body. The younger startled a little when Jin turned around, a smile appearing on his lips.
“Oh, I have visitors.” Jin sat up, rolling back his shoulders before he simply plopped down onto his stomach to look down at them. He cocked his head aside when he noticed the stranger and then looked back to Taehyung. “Did he notice my smoke?”
“Yes, he did!” Taehyung made a gesture towards the human, “His name is Jungkook and he just arrived here, from a hospital. We went through the room of the doors to get to you and our next step will be visiting Yoongi.” 
“Well that sounds awfully nice!” Jin blew another breath of smoke into the air that turned from a cloud into a hospital corridor and then into a meadow of flowers before dissolving into nothingness. “How do you like your adventure so far, Jungkook?”
“Eh,” Jungkook had to tear his gaze away from the smoke, before answering. “It’s been...something else. I’m still not quite sure why I’m here but I’m figuring this out later so...I’m enjoying the ride.” He laughed softly, looking at Taehyung, “And you all seem pretty nice, although a little odd.” Jungkook couldn’t help it, he was always honest - but he didn’t mean it in a bad way. He liked the oddness about Taehyung. It was what made him far more interesting, than any of the people he ever met in his life. 
Jin looked at him as if he wanted to figure out why he was here as well but when nothing happened he just turned his attention back to his pipe and his shaped clouds. “Thank you, that’s nice of you to say”, he answered, as if ‘odd’ was just as complimentary as ‘nice’. “Before I forget, I know where Yoongi will be; he received an invitation for tea. Do you want to participate in a tea party as well, Jungkook?”
Jungkook was just as confused as he was surprised from the sudden invitation. “A tea party sounds exactly like something you would do in a world like this.” He smiled brightly at Taehyung, feeling more and more accepting of this wonderful crazy world.
“How do we get to the tea party?” Jungkook gazed up at the handsome man on the mushroom again, “Will you come with us, too?” 
“In a world like this?” Jin raised his eyebrows at him, “As far as I know tea parties are a thing everywhere and at any place. “I haven’t decided yet. Maybe later. However, you two you two should definitely go. A nice cup of tea makes everything better. It doesn’t matter how you get there, you could walk, swim, ride, fly, take the cat bus, jump from one tree to the other... though I must say I wouldn’t suggest this unless you can change your form into something more... light or flying squirrel shaped. Can you?”
“Not that I know of,” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, pursing his lips as he thought of the best way to get to a tea party that he had no clue where it was. When he turned to Taehyung however, he quickly realized that he was waiting for an answer from him as well. Jungkook sighed.
Of course, Taehyung had absolutely no idea either, patiently waiting.
“Tae and I walk,” Jungkook used the nickname with a smile, when he took the others hand again just like they had done before. “We’re just going to follow all the signs leading us to the tea party, right?” He looked expectantly at Taehyung, as if he was the one making his suggestions come true in this world. 
“Yeah, that sounds like fun! You never know what’s in the water and although being abducted by mermaids can be fun it’s very time consuming, so we better avoid that. And flying doesn’t really work with your size...“ Jin chimed in with an amused look on his face. Why don’t you use the magic cookies then to shrink and use a pigeon for transport?” But he only managed to say half the sentence before Taehyung's flapping hands and shushing noises made it difficult to understand him.
“I’m not doing that again! Being almost trampled to death is no fun and neither is looking for your human when she’s the size of an ant and running around the meadow. I like them in their normal sizes, thank you very much!” When he turned back to Jungkook he had the sweetest smile on his face again. “Where were we? Oh yes, we were talking about how awesome it is to walk. We should get going then, we don’t want to come too late now, do we?”
Jungkook waved Jin goodbye and in a way, he hoped to see the man again and that he would come to the tea party as well.
Swinging their hands back and forth, Jungkook was on the lookout for some signs that would show them the right direction. He found the first one hanging from a tree. Carved into some wood, there was a big arrow pointing to the left.
“To the tea party,” Jungkook read out loud, happy that his imagination had worked again. It didn’t take long to find a second arrow and a third. After the tenth arrow though, Jungkook felt like he was going in circles, but Taehyung seemed just as lively and happy to be walking ahead so the younger stopped wondering. Maybe even the arrows had their own odd way to show them to the right direction.
“Do you think we should dress a little more appropriate? Like for a tea party, shouldn’t you wear a little more formal clothes?” Jungkook stopped walking, drumming a finger against his chin as he looked Taehyung up and down and then himself.
“I’d like for us to wear something more…tea-party-ish.” Jungkook giggled, closing his eyes as he imagined Taehyung in a long, patterned coat and some striped pants that would look imperfectly perfect, highlighting his love for all kinds of colors. When he opened up his eyes, Jungkook gasped and a big smile appeared. “You look handsome, Tae!” He took Taehyung’s hand to twirl him once, giggling happily when he thought about something. “There’s something missing.” Jungkook said and closed his eyes again. 
“Oh perfect, a hat! Finally,” Taehyung took the cylinder off to have a closer look at it and then hugged Jungkook all of a sudden, flinging his arms around the others neck for a second before letting go again. “Thank you so much!  A hatter is never quite complete without a hat. If you hadn’t decided to give me one until the tea party I would have started to drop subtle little hints - or woven myself a hat from grass and leaves.” He giggled, “…but yours is definitely better. Now what will you wear? Do you want me to close my eyes?” He covered his face with his hands but made sure to very obviously peak through his fingers.
Jungkook walked up to Taehyung, softly placing his hands on his own, whispering, “No peeking,” before closing his eyes. He wasn’t so sure what he was imagining, but he had only a few ideas what a tea party in world like this could be like, so when he stepped away from the other, he was just as surprised what his mind had come up with.  
“Oh, Jungkook, that looks beautiful on you! I didn’t knew you had such taste!” Taehyung made the boy turn around again and again until the other got dizzy and had to stop while his side ached from laughing too much. He wore white trousers that went down just below the knee where his black and white striped socks were showing until down to his black boots, that were laced up with satin ribbons. He wore a blouse with lace and tiny, mother-of-pearl buttons. It had a ruffled collar and cuffs and Jungkook liked how it looked, peeking out from underneath his blue jacket. It was tailored nicely, with rounded edges at the front while it ended in a swallowtail on his back. The jacket was hemmed with a dark blue velvet ribbon that was so soft to the touch that Jungkook loved to just rub his fingertips along it. All in all, he looked stunning.
“You are perfect!” Taehyung complimenting him again, before hesitating “Or, wait, almost perfect!” He quickly took down his hat again and rummaged through the decoration on it; the flowers, the fabric, the leaves, until he plucked a small bow from it with a few forget-me-nots in the center. “There you go..” Carefully he pinned the flower in Jungkook’s hair, right above his ear where it could hold his curly hair out of his face. “Now you’ll be the prettiest guest at the party for sure.”
The younger couldn’t help it when the blush appeared on his cheeks, the heat making him avert his gaze as he felt for the bow in his hair. “Thank you,” He mumbled shyly, pointing at the arrow to bring Taehyung’s attention from him to something else again. “I think we’re good to go now,” Jungkook didn’t even finish his sentence, when Taehyung intertwined their hands again skipping ahead and pulling him along with him. Jungkook was running, while the other was so happy jumping and greeting every tree and little animal they crossed with a bow, taking off his hat in a respectful manner. Taehyung looked really good in his outfit, Jungkook thought again, eyes stuck on him, when he didn’t notice at first that the forest was clearing itself. Only when soft, very irregular sounding music came to him, did Jungkook tear his gaze away from him. 
“Oh, we’re there, we’re already there! You must be really thirsty for some tea!” He commented as a small clearing came in sight with a massive table on it. There was no house or car to suggest how the table had gotten here. It was just the table, a few chairs, and a few people around it that looked as odd as Tae even from afar.
And of course, the table was loaded with stuff. There were colorfully striped lollipops that were as big as a head and heaps of whipped cream. Jungkook could see strawberries - or what he thought looked exactly like strawberries except for their color which was anything but red. Maybe they had used food coloring on them? 
There were a few cakes and cookies strewn across the table but each of them had something to it; there was a small layered cake that was more leaning than the tower of pisa, another one had small wooden toys stuck in them and another cake had clear bite marks that indicate someone had taken the cake and just bitten off pieces instead of cutting it properly. As he remembered Tae’s aversion to him eating cookies he skipped those, but the cupcakes looked really tasty. There weren’t any that were alike, it was as if there was a silent rule that each cupcake had to look entirely different from dough to frosting. 
“Finally, took you long enough!” A voice squeaked, before jumping up from their chair, gracefully walking all over the table, leaving Jungkook wondering how he didn’t bump into anything, before falling into Taehyung’s arms for a tight hug. Little grey ears were peeking out from the young man’s hair and from this close Jungkook could make out little whiskers. “Who did you bring to the party, Tae?” The mouse asked, before pulling his friend ahead to bring him to his assigned seat. 
He gently squeezed the mouse-person’s hand before turning towards his guest. “This is Jungkook. He is from a hospital.” Taehyung had a habit of telling others his name and story before Jungkook even had the chance to. “And Jungkook, this is Jimin, he is a dormouse. Without him a tea party can’t be called a real tea party. He is an expert on tea and teapots, and he can tell you really interesting facts about all kinds of tea. He used to live in a teapot, that’s why he knows so much about it.”
Jungkook waved at the mouse, who suddenly vanished under the tablecloth and reappeared on the other side of the table. “That’s good to know,” He smiled at Taehyung, following him to a seemingly empty chair to take a seat and reach for a cup of tea.
“Heh, not so fast little one – this is my chair!” The voice startled Jungkook effectively, making him jump around and almost falling over. He had been sure there was no one sitting on the chair (Jungkook had even looked thoroughly to not oversee a little person or animal that was just a smaller size). But where no one had been before, sat a man now, grinning at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Oh…oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I didn’t see you there…” Jungkook apologized, awkwardly moving around the tall man whose eyes kept following him until they stopped at Jimin who was peeking out from under the cloth. Jungkook looked at the mouse and back again, walking backwards until he hit the chair where Taehyung was sitting on. The man began to lick his teeth, showing off some sharp canines.
“Oh, a cat.” Jungkook whispered in awe.
“Not just a cat. Namjoon’s a cheshire cat!” said Taehyung as if that should mean anything to Jungkook. Taehyung seemed perfectly undisturbed by Jungkook almost sitting on his friend. “Don’t worry, he does this some time. I think he secretly enjoys scaring people. If you want to make sure he’s not around then look for a grin. He sometimes forgets his grin.” He bit heartedly into a muffin who seemed to have vegetable soup inside and then smiled at Jungkook with a face smeared full of green soup.
“He can just vanish like that. That’s awesome,” Jungkook suddenly couldn’t keep his eyes off the cat, who was taking bits from the cheese off a plate to hold it under the table. For a moment, he wondered what he was doing, but when he found Jimin missing, he knew the mouse had been hiding again. “He won’t hurt your friend, though, right?” Jungkook asked, walking around to sit on the other side of Taehyung on the only chair left.
“You mean Jimin? No, never! Not for real. He chases Jimin around sometimes but that’s just for show. The two are very close, they even sleep together, with Namjoon curled around him and Jimin even tinier in the middle. It’s awfully cute, but don’t tell them I said that, I think they still don’t know that everyone knows about their friendship.” Taehyung licked his finger clean from whipped cream. “Why are you asking?”
Jungkook hummed in response, trying to imagine the cat and the mouse cuddling up to one another. “In my world, cats like to eat little mice like Jimin a lot.” He shrugged his shoulders, “But I like this way more.” He pointed at the cat again, who was pouring some tea into a cup without even looking that the mouse was holding up for him to fill, while talking to someone.
“Am I too late?” A yawn followed the sudden question and Jungkook smiled, when he met the eyes of the bunny Taehyung had told him lots about. “Oh, the ex-tour guide,” He chuckled, but the bunny didn’t even really acknowledge him. 
“I don’t like your world.” Taehyung shook his head, “People are wearing boring clothes and are eating one another. You can be glad that you’re here with us. Have you tried the cucumber jam?” He looked over to where Jungkook was looking and saw Yoongi leaning sleepily on the table. His jabot was hanging right into a heap of whipped cream but as they had both basically the same color it wasn’t that obvious. Yoongi was also wearing a hat through which his ears were peaking so at first look one couldn’t really say if the fluffy bunny ears came from his head or from his hat. “Yeah, that’s him. You don’t want him to finish the tour now...do you?” He asked carefully.
Jungkook shook his head, without even really thinking about it. He had come to terms with Taehyung being his guide, without really guiding him. “I am very happy with you,” He nudged the hatter’s side playfully. “And believe me, I don’t like my world that much either. I should stay here.” He took one of the cupcakes and took a bite, happy about the sweet jam inside. 
“You can’t stay here,” Someone spoke up and Jungkook’s eyes widened when they met the gaze of a person dressed in only white, even their hair and lashes were. “Not until you speak to me that is,” Hoseok raised his (white) eyebrow, leaning over the table to take a good look at the human boy, leaving Jungkook confused about how the crown was still on his head as it had a weird tilt - but it seemed stuck.
“Who is this, Taehyung? Does he have an invitation?” The white king addressed Taehyung right away, not even bothering to ask Jungkook, when the other was telling everyone until now who the human boy was and where he came from. 
Tae, who’s chest had been puffed out proudly since Jungkook had told him he could stay his guide seemed to be getting smaller under the gaze of the white king and he carefully avoided the other’s gaze.
“Uhm, not… not really?” He nervously began dissecting a cupcake. “Jin told us about the tea party and so I thought why not bring him along. He’s really sweet, he didn’t dream of one bad thing since we’re here; no monsters, no sickness, he just went along with it as soon as he figured it out and since then it has been a really fun journey. I wanted to show him the sea after that maybe and...” He got interrupted by Namjoon’s voice. “The sea of tears? Do you think that’s a good idea for someone as fragile as him?” 
“Well he wouldn’t have known that it was made from tears, the sea water is supposed to be salty!” Taehyung spat back and only when the king cleared his throat did they both turn quickly around, Taehyung sitting straight on his chair while Namjoon curled his blue-violet striped tail neatly on the tablecloth.
“So, what you are telling me is that there is a lost human child without invitation and instead of telling me right away you took him along on a journey?” Tae sounded rueful when he answered, “I...yes, I did, but I would have told you, eventually. And you should have seen him! He was stuck in a hospital! There were only white walls and cold rooms and... how should one get better there! Isn’t it nicer to be among friends and drink some tea and eat some pickled raspberries?”
Jungkook felt as if he was suddenly at the wrong place, his heart beating fast in a nervous habit as he avoided the kings stare. Instead something else had caught his attention, so he turned to Taehyung, placing a hand on his arm to get his attention. “What do you mean… get better? So...I was at the hospital? I didn’t imagine it?” Jungkook furrowed his brows, as he spoke as quietly as he could but of course everyone was listening attentively. Even Jimin had peeked out from under the tablecloth again. 
Taehyung opened his mouth but before he could explain anything Yoongi started talking. He was still leaned lazily across the table even though his jabot was whipped-cream-free by now (Namjoon might have helped him by licking it clean).
“Hatter basically abducted you, my sweet child. He has a thing for the lost and lonely. And it’s not like you were at the hospital - you probably still are there. Unless they decided to forgo all hope and let you die, then you can actually stay forever.”
“Yoongi!” Jimin shot out from under the table and pulled at one of the rabbits ears. “How can you say that to him! He’s right here!”
Jungkook blinked at the rabbit, then back at Taehyung. “Is that true? I’m….I’m just dreaming this? They forgot about me?” The young human looked at everyone around them, as sadness washed over him. He wasn’t even so sure who forgot about him. He couldn’t remember. But he had accepted this world, that it wasn’t a dream but something else, something more magical.
It was as if the moment, Jungkook let the dark thoughts cloud his mind, rain was starting to pour. “You said it’s not a dream.” He whispered, before getting up from the chair and excusing himself. 
“It’s not! Jungkookie, don’t leave like that please!” Tae jumped up, running after Jungkook immediately while Jimin jumped on the table to catch all the rainwater in teacups before it fell onto the table. When he licked his lips, the rain tasted salty.
Taehyung hugged Jungkook from behind to keep him from walking any further, ignoring how the rain started to soak him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But I wanted to see you happy. And you were, weren’t you? If only for a while. Please don’t be sad! I would have brought you back, in the end, I promise! That is… if you wanted to go back. I like you. And I don’t like the thought of you leaving. Don’t you want to know what else there is out here? Oh, I can show you so much more than you could ever imagine! We can dance with the walrus or ride on a tortoise or sing duets with the pansies! We can slide down all of the rainbows and play chess with the frogs…wouldn’t you like that? You told me you didn’t like your world either! Please... can’t you stay here? Just forget about what Yoongi said and then we’ll hide from Hoseok until he can’t send you back anymore!”
Jungkook sighed, feeling the warmth that Taehyung’s hug brought making him feel secure and safe. And yet, it didn’t feel right.
“I don’t know.” Jungkook shook his head, looking over to the mouse, who has stopped catching raindrops but still holding onto his cups tightly as if any moment it could start pouring again. “I can’t remember anything from before,” He turned to Taehyung, slowly pulling the other away from him. “Isn’t there anyone waiting there for me? In my world? Do I belong here? I’m a human. What if I just imagine this…” Jungkook bit his lip, “Am I imagining you because I’m lonely?”
Taehyung shook his head. “No, this is not…” However, he was interrupted before he could finish speaking. “Enough!” Hoseok had stood up, standing at the table in his full, snow-white glory. Surprisingly nothing on him looked as if he had been just hit by rain a few seconds ago, it was as if nothing had happened - while the others at the table looked quite wet and miserable (Namjoon wouldn’t stop licking his tail and drying his ears). “Taehyung, you need to bring the human home. Right now. And then I expect you at my court to make amends.” Taehyung sighed deeply and his hold around Jungkook tightened just a little more. “Yes, my king.”
Jimin held out a plate where the whipped cream was running down like milky soup so that the cupcakes underneath became visible. “Do you want something for the way? Some cupcakes maybe?”
Jungkook shook his head, denying while averting the mouse’s gaze who was pushing the plate against his stomach a few times until he just took one cupcake to make him happy again. When he reached out for the cake, a small, blue butterfly landed on his hand and Jungkook stilled completely. Bringing his hand back, Jungkook looked at it, mesmerized by the beauty of its wings. A smile appeared on his lips and a painful ache in his chest told him that he loved this world a lot. It was so much brighter and more beautiful than the human one. He was about to let the butterfly fly again, it’s little wings flattering when out of a sudden and a small -poof- later, Jungkook got caught off guard when Jin landed in his arms making him stumble a little from the sudden weight shift.
“Did I miss anything?”
Jimin let out a squeak while Taehyung just helped Jungkook put Jin down. “Don’t do that! He might get a heart attack!” 
Jin giggled. “Silly, you’re more dangerous to his heart than I am.” Then he went off to find a seat at the table, wiping off the water from a chair. “What happened here?” Namjoon leaned over to whisper in his ear while they both looked at Jungkook. 
Jungkook bit his lip, feeling as if all eyes were on him (which they were, although everyone was trying too hard to seem as if they were doing something else). Jungkook took Taehyung’s hand again, when he noticed Hoseok’s gaze directly on him but although he felt like he should simply go, he couldn’t.
“Thank you for the invitation,” Jungkook spoke softly, looking at everyone but Hoseok. “I still had fun and…,” He took a deep breath, before addressing the king, “Please don’t be too mean to Taehyung. He was really kind to me, and I understand you want me to go….so I will. I won’t tell anyone about you.” He smiled at the little mouse who was hiding behind the cat’s tail, climbing onto its lap. Jin raised his eyebrow, looking at the king with a smile before he blew some smoke into the air. “I like the human. He’s…different than the ones before.” Leaning over to Namjoon, he chuckled, “That’s probably why the king doesn’t like him.” 
“God forbid some chaos in wonderland!” Namjoon threw a hand of confetti in the air and when Hoseok gave him a sharp look he turned invisible, except for his ears, tail and grin. 
“We should go…” Taehyung had leaned in and whispered into Jungkook’s ear, gently squeezing his hand in the process. They carefully sneaked away before Hoseok could say something else or the other’s shenanigans could get them into more trouble than they already had on them. When they were out of reach Taehyung addressed him again “Thank you, by the way. For speaking up for me in front of the king. So… you are not mad at me? For taking you with me?”
“No, not anymore at least.” Jungkook laughed, “When you first ran away from me I was mad, but I went with you willingly. You didn’t abduct me like Yoongi said. He was probably just grumpy because we woke him.” He leaned onto Taehyung to show him that he still trusted him, before making them both stop. “Will I see you again? I mean…,” Jungkook played with the hem of his shirt nervously, “I’m scared of what happened. I really liked it here and…I would love to visit you again.” 
Taehyung’s eyes lit up like stars. “Oh, if you want that then we can definitely see each other again! Just keep your eyes open and I’ll be there, I promise! The only thing you have to do is stop doubting yourself. That’s all! Would you do that for me?” He took both of Jungkook’s hands in his, totally excited at the prospect of possibly seeing him again.
“Easier said than done,” Jungkook murmured, “But I will try.” His smile gave away that he meant it. If he could see Taehyung again and maybe even the other’s he would try. “How do we go back?” Jungkook asked, looking around, “Do we have to climb up the hole again?”
“Perfect!” Taehyung made a little happy dance, before breaking into laughter. “Climb up the hole again? No, of course not!” He turned and then ran beelines around some trees that were close while Jungkook watched him in confusion. Finally, Tae seemed to have found the right tree because he hugged it close, pressing his ear against the bark and then knocking gently against it.
“This is it!” He called out, as if Jungkook had any idea what he was talking about. 
Taehyung climbed about two feet up before he reached a knothole and put his hand inside. His whole arm fit inside even though the tree was barely that broad. “Just.. a little.. I’ll have it in a second!” He proclaimed and then braced his feet against the tree so that he could use both hands to hold onto whatever it was that he had reached for in that knothole. “Let...go!” he demanded breathlessly while he continued to pull and yank at something with his full force. “It doesn’t suit you anyways, you look way more pretty in pink with your flowers!” As if that had persuaded the tree to let go Tae fell backwards, two pieces of cloth in his arms; a doctor’s coat and the shirt Jungkook had worn when he had woken up; a blue, oversized thing that only fit into a hospital.
Jungkook watched in awe, laughing when he saw the hatter tumbling on the ground, before jumping back up as if nothing had happened. It still made him sad, when he saw the ugly shirt, but he took it and pulled it over, nonetheless.
“White doesn’t suit you,” Jungkook announced when he saw Taehyung buttoning up his long coat. The sun was hiding beneath the grey clouds that hung low in the sky and Jungkook tried to keep his sadness at bay, but he knew he would miss the strange man.
A lot more than he maybe wanted to admit. 
“I told you so!” came the answer proudly as if wearing white and looking good was an offense to Tae’s nature. “I like the blue on you.” He commented after watching Jungkook plucking on his blue hospital gown. “Just not.. like that. I should have made you a pretty hat while I had the chance. Although the bow is cute as well. you’re a really pretty human. And fun too. Don’t forget that please.” Taehyung sighed deeply, looking right behind Jungkook to something that hadn’t been there ten seconds ago. “There it is...” His voice sounded a little strained.
Jungkook looked over his shoulder to find a revolving door in midst of the meadow. Following the hatter, Jungkook kept close to him but unfortunately the spaces between didn’t give them enough room to walk through it together. “Promise me, we’ll see each other again.” Jungkook reached out for Taehyung.
“I can only visit you if you let me! But I promise you that I’ll do anything I can to see you again!” Taehyung leaned forward to give Jungkook one last quick hug before stepping back. “Have a safe trip!” He gave Jungkook’s compartment a light push. It was just the blink of an eye that the door separated them but when Jungkook could see again he was alone - and his surroundings weren’t a meadow anymore. He tried to slow the revolving door down so that he could see where he was or get out, but he couldn’t get it to stop for him or even slow down, instead it felt like it went faster!
“Taehyung?” There was no answer, just the quiet whooshing sound of the doors turning over and over again. Where Jungkook had thought he could see something else in between the slits of the swinging doors now there where only shadows sirring, something white that contrasted with the black of the doors. Black, white, black white.. like a chess board… just that the colors came quicker and quicker as the doors turned faster and faster…
Jungkook felt nauseous and sick. He couldn’t keep up anymore. He was blinking furiously to keep concentrating, to keep walking but the dizziness was getting stronger until his eyes rolled in the back of his head when the darkness pulled him under, making him faint as he stumbled out of the door.
A gasp fell from his lips, when his eyes shot wide open and bright light was piercing his eyes, making them burn. His heart was beating fast, a sound mimicking its state while Jungkook was panting, eyes flickering around the room to orientate himself. “T-taeh-taehyung,” He murmured when his blurred view sharpened and someone in a white coat approached him. Jungkook smiled.
“Well, hello there...“ A tall man in a white doctor‘s coat came over. He was wearing a stethoscope around his neck like a necklace and had a name tag above his pocket that was too small for Jungkook to read in his dizzy state. The man reached for a clipboard and looked at a few sheets of paper before getting right next to the bed. “It‘s nice to finally meet you, Jungkook. Do you remember what happened?“ He took out a small flashlight and pointed it at his eyes. “Could you please follow the light with your eyes? It‘s just a little test I have to do before we can concentrate fully on our conversation.“ He smiled at Jungkook as if talking to him would be the best part of his day. “So.. do you know where you are?“
Jungkook’s voice sounded raspy as if he hadn’t used it for days. “I don’t know…but I’m in a hospital, right?” He asked, turning his head away from the light, because it still hurt to look at it. Only slowly did his eyesight turn sharper again until he could make out the doctors face again and the sterile room he was in. Alone. There was no one around him. “Why am I here?”
“Yes, that is right.” The doctor smiled as if Jungkook had given the right answer to a quiz, “You’re at the Broadwater Health Clinic and you came here because you had an accident. You’ve been in a coma for a few days, so you got us a little worried there, buddy! However, your body is healing great and now that you’re awake you’ll be fine in no time!” Apparently he had expected Jungkook to be happier because when nothing happened he carefully placed a hand on Jungkook’s arm. “If you’re still feeling a little fuzzy that’s normal. Just give yourself time and don’t try to do everything at once. Be careful and try to get a feel for your body again. If anything feels wrong or if you need to talk to someone just press that button over here...” He pointed to a big, red button that was within Jungkook’s reach, “…and with these you can turn on the radio or change the position of your bed. There’s no TV allowed yet but if your test come back fine you can watch some in a few days.” 
He listened attentively, trying to understand what kind of accident had happened. He looked down to where he saw his leg in a cast and to the wheelchair that stood at the corner of the room. Moving his arms carefully, Jungkook reached for his head, where he located some bruise that was aching badly, causing the dizziness he felt. He was about to lay back when he felt something else.
A bow.
Jungkook stiffened up, carefully plucking it from his hair as he looked at it. The doctor was about to turn around, when Jungkook held him back. “Where…where is this from? Did you see who gave it to me?” Jungkook’s heart was beating a little faster. He remembered the bow, the hatter and his friends. It couldn’t have been just a dream, right? But how could it be?
The doctor turned in surprise and when he saw what Jungkook was holding his smile became a little sheepish. “Ah, the bow? I’m sorry if you don’t like it. Normally our patients aren’t allowed to wear anything like that for safety reasons, but your friend insisted on it and that it was helping so as you weren’t moving anyways and he was really adamant we left it in your hair. Do you want me to give it back to him?”
“No, I like it,” Jungkook whispered, holding it close to his chest. “Is he still here? M-my friend?” He asked, feeling anxious if it was really Taehyung who had given him the bow. He couldn’t remember anyone else and it would still take a few days for the memories to come back fully. “Can I see him?”
“Yes, he’s a patient here as well so he won’t go anywhere soon.” The doctor hesitated a little before finally giving in, “I can tell him that you’re awake and that you’re allowed to make a quick trip across the hallway but only if he keeps you in your wheelchair and only if you promise that you’ll take it slow. You just woke up so please don’t overexert yourself.”
“Thank you,” Jungkook smiled at the doctor, who told him to stay where he was and that a nurse would help him up in a bit. He could feel his heart jump at the prospect of meeting his friend, or whoever it was that was here, when the words of the doctor sunk in. Taehyung was a patient, too. Maybe his little trip into wonderland, had been still a dream? Somehow it made him sad to think so. It had felt too real to be there. It couldn’t be just that. 
Jungkook was left alone for a few minutes while the doctor went to search for his friend. However, he didn't need to wait for long.
Suddenly Taehyung came bursting into his room like a storm, hugging Jungkook short and tight before hurrying to get the wheelchair in front of him. "Oh, Jungkook, finally, finally you're awake! It was awful to wait for you to finish your beauty sleep, but I talk a hell of a lot to you while you were gone. And you woke just in time to get tea in the mensa! The others are waiting for you! Come one, we should go meet them!"
Jungkook felt dizzy from the sudden back and forth, letting Taehyung help him in his wheelchair. Before he could walk around to push him ahead, Jungkook reached for his hand, his heart skipping a beat at the sudden contact of skin. “You talked to me? And you gave me this?” He asked carefully, pointing at the bow in his head.
Taehyung stopped immediately, worry clear on his face. "Yeah, of course I did. Don't you remember? Are you not entirely back yet? Do you want us to wait until your memory comes back? Or..." Suddenly he smiled, but it was a sad one, "It's okay, the doctors said you might not even hear what I was telling you. Maybe I'm a stranger to you and that's...that is okay I guess...It will be. I can become your friend again. If you want to?" He looked nervous and it was obviously really important to him. "We could still go for tea...maybe you recognize one of the others?"
“You are my friend, Tae.” Jungkook smiled, heart beating fast as he looked up at him, holding onto his hand tightly, too scared that Tae might go. “How could I forget about my favorite guide.” Jungkook’s smile reached his ears, excitement blooming in his chest. “So, it was all true?” He asked, still a little wary, “Everyone is here?”
Taehyung’s smile turned big and boxy again. "So, you do remember! I knew it! I knew you wouldn't forget me - us!" He started to carefully push Jungkook's wheelchair further along the hallway. “And they are all here, in the canteen to finish our tea party. There's sadly not the same food and we have mostly crackers and cinnamon cookies but It's alright as long as we're together, isn't it?"
Jungkook looked over his shoulder, cheeks blushed, feeling slightly feverish but he wasn’t sure if it was because his body was still healing or because of the rush of endorphins in his body. “I could never forget you. I was just scared I wouldn’t find you so easily.” Jungkook bit his lip, looking ahead as they made their way to the hospital hallways. They looked familiar, only more crowded this time.
“Is the cat there, too? And Jimin?” Jungkook asked when they neared the canteen, “What about the caterpillar?”
“They are all here - though of course it wasn’t so easy. So, we all had to take a little defeat in our own way. You’ll see when we’re there.” He had a little trouble opening the door of the mensa and getting Jungkook through because he accidentally kept working against the door opening mechanism, but they managed anyways and then they were inside. At first glance it looked exactly like a typical hospital canteen, white and grey with a serving counter (that was closed at the moment) and something that one could think of as some hospital kiosk except that it didn’t really have the typical sugary stuff one could normally buy there. On the right corner, right at the wall was one big table (which at second glance turned out to be one small tables pushed together) where all of wonderland’s inhabitants were sitting around it; Namjoon, Jimin, even Hoseok was there.
Jungkook’s eyes widened when they fell on the white king and he immediately looked up. “Is he okay with being here?” He whispered, “You didn’t get punished for inviting me right? I thought he didn’t like humans?” Jungkook smiled, when he saw Jimin, waving the other happily. 
“He thought a visit couldn’t hurt.” Taehyung whispered right back. That’s when Hoseok turned his face towards them. Flecks of his face were as white as his attire back in wonderland, with white lashes and discolored lips. “They call it vitiligo but they say he’s fine, he just accidentally got a sunburn because he didn’t knew he had to be more careful with his skin.” Most of the others looked the same - except that there were no ears or tails on them. Only Jimin had something like a bandage on his back and Namjoon had an inhaler by his side.
Jungkook gasped, “Are you all sick because you have to visit me here?” He whined quietly, not liking the idea of his new favorite people hurting because of him. Namjoon gave him a smile, shrugging his shoulders, as he carefully soothed over Jimin’s hair, “We don’t mind. We can go and leave whenever we want to. It’s just a form of us, just a version that we portray in this world, you see.” Jungkook nodded, taking the teacup Taehyung offered him with a smile. “How long have I been gone since I left?” He asked, “And where is Yoongi?” 
“You weren’t gone for that long, about three days maybe. You’re not used to switching worlds like we are.” Explained Namjoon and then moved a little aside so that Jungkook could see Yoongi curled up on two chairs. “He’ll wake up in a bit. Narcolepsy. But we’re always there to catch him when he falls asleep again.” 
“Oh,” Jungkook giggled when he saw the man curled up, snoring softly. “I’m so happy you came here,” He turned around to Hoseok, “I really am.” He whispered a small ‘thank you’ to the king, feeling honored that he had decided to come with them. “But next time, let’s do a tea party in your world again.” Jungkook said, reaching out for Taehyung’s hand as he intertwined their fingers under the table softly. “Those are way more fun.”
Jimin nodded enthusiastically, “What kind of flavor even is this? Fruit flavored tea? Who drinks that?” The mouse turned awkwardly stiff, as he tried to reach for his cup, when Namjoon ended up reaching for it and giving it to him. When Jungkook gave him a pitiful look, he quickly explained, “I guess humans don’t fit into small spaces.”
Taehyung gave him a pitiful look. “It’ll heal. And I’ve seen some amazing things on the internet of people who can fit in really tiny spaces by stretching and bending themselves into cool shapes! Maybe you could learn that too!” They were passing around the teapot when Jungkook gently nudged Taehyung’s side, motioning to the inhaler at Namjoon’s side. “So, what is this about then? Do cheshire cats breathe differently here?” 
“Oh, that's not Namjoon’s,” Taehyung placed the teapot down and snatched a cinnamon cookie right from Yoongi’s plate. “It’s Jin’s. All that smoking apparently affects him here.” 
“Where is he then?” Jungkook looked around but he wasn’t anywhere in sight. “Just stretching out his wings a little,” came the casual answer. As if to proof it a tiny blue butterfly landed on Jungkook’s nose, happily flapping his wings to show his joy about their second encounter.
So, maybe the human world wouldn’t have to be as ‘boring’ and more with a touch of magic in it.
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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years
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Saturday 11 April 1835: SH:7/ML/E/18/0016
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No kiss. fine morning F48° at 9 5 am at which hour breakfast and at downstairs reading till 10 50 from p. 181 to 195 Philip of Idiopathic fevers - John took before breakfast my letter written last night as above to ‘Messrs. Jonathan Gray and son solicitors Petergate York ppd’ - out at 11 5 sometime with Charles H- and John Mann in the joiners’ shop - talking about the Spiggs coal pit - then had Charles planning a granary over part of the new coach house and bottle cratches and lumber etc cupboard in the laundry - had Mr Freeman from about (before)12 to 2 20 - out with A- at 2 35 left her at the Cliff Hill gate close to the house- walked leisurely back by the old highroad - paid Charles H- senior for the compass I had from him sometime ago - went up to Walker pit - told Joseph Mann to try and agree with Pickells for a gin horse for a few days or a week by the day and to send Holt’s horse home for fear it should die with us - have had 4 days - then giving orders to John - to get his brother to come and what jobs to set him - then giving orders to Charles Howarth and set out railing in Allen car for Richard Woodhead to do in my absence - then up again at Walker pit to lock up the gin shafts with a padlock from home Holt having promised but failed to get one - came in at 6 10 - wrote the last 6 lines - and wrote 4 pages of ½ sheet and 3 or 4 lines on envelope (what I wrote on Thursday would not do) and wrote under the seal small and close to Lady VC- of what I wrote on Thursday - dinner at 7 - sent off at 7 ½ my letter to ‘the honourable Lady Stuart 21 Grosvenor Place’ and enclosed with it my letter to ‘the Lady Vere Cameron’ both undercover to ‘Lord Stuart de Rothesay 3 Carlton house Terrace London’ - Mr Washington waited about ½ hour till we had done dinner - A- with him while I came up to dress and went down again to coffee at 7 55 - Mr Washington staid till 9 ½ - with my aunt ¼ hour till 10 10 - had just before going to her had letter from Mr Jonathan Gray to say he would be at home and would call on us at 6 pm on Monday and kind letter one ½ sheet full from lady Stuart de R- skimmed over the London paper came upstairs at 11 ¼ - fine day F49° now at 11 ¼ pm - Mr Freeman came about Barber’s information against the 2 young men - all against B- said he had informed against these two youths tho’ he confessed he had seen Gill come in the right and fetch trees away and had never told because he was afraid if he had Gill would have murdered - I said if Mr F- would stand to this it was reason enough to turn B- off said I was going from home - would meet Mr F- in the wood and have B- before us on my return - F- had been much hurt fancied I was offended against him - quoting the conclusion of my note (vid. line 6p. 19 - explained that) merely meant that whoever was wrong Gill had beaten both F- and me  and that tho’ I was absolutely in want of stakes and buildings at the time I could neither get them from Gill nor get any value from them from any one  - luckily consulted Mr F- about an architect and engineer - it seems Mr. Bradley had nearly got out of F- £300 and in the same almost swindling sort of way for £1500 out of Wentworth’s and Chaloners’ bank
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at Wakefield - Bradley not a man to be depended on - very idle - never right in his estates - not fit to be an architect except a soft stone country - not fit for stone like ours - once gave F- an order for a portico (Corinthian capitals etc) estate £20 and F- told him he could not get the work done under £25 let alone price of stone - I said this would never do for me - mentioned my intention of making Northgate house into a good Inn - F- thought it would answer very well - he mentioned Johnstone of Lichfield, and also Potter an elderly man (also of Lichfield) very clever who built Stafford jail and infirmary - but Mr. Bernard Hartley aetatis about 55 of Pontefract (employed for the country) one of the most honest men to be found - he might be interested implicitly - Jesse Hartley of Liverpool brother to Bernard also an architect - Mr. Thomas Lees of Cheetham hill, Manchester, a very clever man, but not quite to be taken of his word - F- did not know of any engineer - said Rag Covers from 4 to 6 in. thick enough to be carted by Mark Hepworth e.g. and delivered (from F-‘s Northowram quarry) at Denmark engine pit at 2/3 per superficial yard - 9 square ft. = 1 superficial yard .:. a goit 5ft. wide (i.e. requiring bottoms of 6ft. long) would take 1 ½ superficial yards per yard in length - therefore my 5ft. wide goit will cost ¾ ½ per yard in length for bottoms - suppose the goit costs 12/-
Bottoms per linear yard = 3.4 ½
Tops ditto ditooo = 3.4 ½
Side walling stones = 1.0 ?
Labour walling and digging = 4.0
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per yard – and the arched part might not cost more for F- would have me buy field wall stones (by the lump) for it
this hearing about Bradley is terrible - but it is well, nothing is absolutely began - I must look about me for somebody else - what a pity so much time has been lost! - note this morning from Mr Parker with my bill and cash account and papers of my field purchased of Mr S. Washington and a deed relating to the Staups purchase - ‘Mr Mitchell called this morning and proposed fixing a price upon the lower George when he had seen Mr Bateman’ - I should have returned some answer this evening as Mr P- is going to London tomorrow but for matter escaped my memory - nice letter from lady Stuart de R- impossible to say what will be done - Lord Grey has failed to make a ministry ditto Lord Melbourne - ‘if Lord Lansdowne excludes Lord Bingham and chances to give office to O’ Connell, I think he will be more mad than the ex. chancellor’ - Lady S- de R- will be out of London at Easter for a week ‘and then must be back to present Louisa! who is really grown up I hope, or she will be too tall - she and Charlotte and papa all desire kind remembrances and believe me very truly yours E. Stuart de Rothesay’ -
my letter to V- merely a kind letter of congratulation on the birth of the young laird - and my letter to lady Stuart merely thanks for her telling me so immediately of V-‘s confinement and affectionate inquires after and hopes about Lady S-‘s own health - her letter had alarmed me and prepared me in some sort for the melancholy political news of the resignation of minsters -
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lazyfox411 · 5 years
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Spiderman: Afraid of Water (ft. Irondad)
im back from the dead yall with a fic i promised @spiderling-the-meme​ a long time ago and never ended up finishing until now. 
Length: 1904 words (a short boi)
Prompt: i honestly dont even remember what the actual prompt was my dude i just know you asked for peter being afraid of water after his experience of being dumped in a lake by the vulture and tony accidentally triggering that fear while theyre on vacation with irondad and spiderson feels so….thats basically what this is lol
Peter used to enjoy long showers. A relaxing flow of warm water, clouds of steam, and the fresh scent of soaps and shampoos. It was all enjoyable. Key word being was.
               Now, stepping under that warm stream meant reliving. This water was warm, but not all water was warm. This water didn’t surround him like a dark wall of nothingness, but some water had. He could still breath under the shower water, didn’t sink into what seemed like an endless abyss, but that wasn’t true for all water.
               Being in the water meant reliving. Reliving the night he’d been dumped in a lake and left to die, the glow of the Vulture’s eyes still refracting through the ripples. He hadn’t given it a second thought at first, but then he’d notice hid heart rate going up, the hairs on his arms raising, his breath getting short. He’d pinned it on the spidey-senses, some sort of danger near by, only he couldn’t seem to find anything wrong. It only dawned on him when he looked at all the places it reoccurred: the beach, the rain, the shower. He was afraid of the water.
               So now, Peter took shorter showers. Just to get clean, not to relax. When Aunt May offered to take him to the beach, or the pool, he politely passed. He didn’t go out in the rain unless he had to, and never without an umbrella. And no one questioned it.
               Today there were no clouds looming over the city, so Peter decide he would be safe without an umbrella. If anything, it would be snowing today; with winter temperatures blowing in earlier than usual.
               Peter stared out the window whenever he could at school that day, not to watch the weather, but rather to avoid watching the whiteboard at the front of the class. School seemed so boring now that he was Spiderman, but he had promised Aunt May and Mr. Stark that grades would come first. He might have had his fingers crossed when the subject of precalculus came up.
               “Mr. Parker,” droned the precal teacher, Mrs. Traff, a middle-aged woman with wrinkled hands and massive red glasses, “since you’re not paying attention, I can only assume you already know the material?” Her voice didn’t waver, but her sharp eyes pierced through him.
               “Absolutely,” Peter lied, hoping his voice didn’t squeak.
               “Then perhaps you’d like to provide an answer for question number two?”
               Peter nodded, slowly, as if buying time would help him in the slightest. He saw Ned waving at him from the corner of his eye, mouthing something that looked like ‘five’.
               “Five,” he answered.
               A collective wave of muffled laughter passed over the other students. Peter’s face heated.
               “Five?” Mrs. Traff repeated incredulously. “Mr. Parker, you are telling me that you believe there are currently five states in our country?”
               No one bothered to hide their laughs this time. Where just a moment ago he was beet red, Peter knew now he looked like a sheet. He looked around the room, only really seeing it now. “This…this isn’t precalculus,” he said stupidly. He was in a history room. Mrs. Traff was his history teacher. Ned was trying to say ‘fifty’.
               Fridays usually carried good vibes, but the day did not get any better after that. Between taunts of ‘Penis Parker’, Ned accidentally blurting that Peter still had a nightlight in his room (really though, Peter had to wonder, what was so wrong with that?), and a freezing cold walk home, Peter was downright miserable upon returning home.
               “What’s the matter, Spider-man?” May ruffled his hair.
               Peter liked when she called him that. When it came from May, it wasn’t a superhero name. It was just a nickname, like squirt or sport, holding only love and affection, and not the weight of the fate of the city. May was supporting him. After laying some ground rules—a lot of ground rules—and a lot of yelling at Mr. Stark, May was supporting him as Spider-man.
               “I’m okay, Aunt May,” Peter said.
               May tsked and smoothed his hair back down. “I know what’ll cheer you up.”
               Peter raised an eyebrow.
               “Tony Stark called today, asking for you.”
               “Me?” Peter asked, like she would be referring to anyone else. “Like, me, as in Peter Parker? Personally?”
               “Yup,” May said, popping the ‘p’.
               “What did he want?”
               “He asked if you’d like to accompany him to an expo this weekend. In Miami.”
               Peter’s eyes widened to saucers. From what he’d seen in the media, Mr. Stark’s expos were nothing short of amazing. A whole variety of guests, from college students sporting backpacks and sweaters to millionaires in extravagant suits sipping fancy drinks, a big inspirational speech from Mr. Stark, and all the newest ground-breaking technology that SI was funding.
               “I can go?” Peter asked.
               May pretended to think about it. “I suppose. If you promise to be good. No taking on supervillains. Or staying up past bedtime.”
               Peter was already bounding to his room to start packing. “I’ll be good, Aunt May, promise! I’ll be so good! The best!”
               May chuckled. “You already are, Spider-man.”
A sleek black car pulled up outside Peter’s apartment early the next morning. He couldn’t see through the tinted windows, but there was no doubt in his mind that this was one of Mr. Stark’s cars.
               A quick goodbye to May later, Peter was getting in the car. Part of him had been expecting Happy to jump out and open the door for him, but the window rolled down and over the purr of the engine and blaring AC/DC came Mr. Stark’s voice from the driver’s seat, “Come on, kid, we can’t afford to be late.”
               “Happy isn’t taking us?” Peter asked. He’d never admit it, and he knew Happy wouldn’t either, but he was pretty sure they were actually getting along really well.
               Tony smiled, a different kind of smile, like he wasn’t quite sure of himself. “I figured we could go it just the two of us,” he said. “If that’s okay.”
               “Yeah,” Peter grinned. “That’s cool.”
               It was really cool. Mr. Stark had sort of become like a father to Peter. A rich, famous, awkward, bad-at-feelings, superhero father, but a father nonetheless. And if Tony wanted to spend time with Peter? Maybe Peter had become like a son.
               The thought made him glow.
               They talked about Peter’s school, and Miami, and how great it would be to escape the ever-dropping temperatures, and listened to music too loud and bought ice cream and got a parking ticket (“I’m so sorry Mr. Stark I’ll pay for it I swear!” “Kid. Seriously?”), and while it wasn’t a regular road trip, Peter didn’t think he’d ever had a better one.
               Tony handed the car over to the hotel valet and their luggage to the bellhop. Peter had never been in a fancy hotel before. He wondered if they were all like this, or if he was just getting special treatment because he was with Tony Stark. Either way, it was pretty cool.
               “Expo isn’t until tomorrow,” Tony explained while Peter gawked at the luxurious sweet they would be staying in, “so tonight’s for doing whatever you want, kiddo. I mean…Pete. Peter.”
               “Cool,” Peter said absentmindedly. He didn’t notice Tony’s little slip; he was too enraptured with exploring the bathroom he was pretty sure was bigger than his entire apartment. “I mean, uh, yeah,” he cleared his throat, “cool.”
               “I think there’s an arcade downstairs,” Tony suggests. “Or we could go find the pool.”
               Peter has remembered to pick his jaw up off the floor now, but is still staring, wide-eyed, at the art pieces that adorn the walls of the hotel room, and not really hearing a thing that’s being said.
               “That sounds good,” Peter says, still distracted.
               He only realizes what he’s agreed to once he’s standing on the small tiles of the pool’s edge, clad in a pair of swim trunks May must have packed in his bag, and being suffocated by the strong scent of chlorine.
               They’re the only people here, and Tony has already dived into the water, and he looks very happy, instead of being terrified and looking for the nearest exit like one other particular person in the room.
               “Come on, Pete!” he calls. “The water is nice!”
               Peter’s throat tightens. “Um, I- uh,” he stammers, trying to think up some sort of excuse, but Mr. Stark is waiting for him, eyes twinkling and water dripping from his dark hair, and Peter doesn’t want to disappoint him so he makes his way forward on shaking legs.
               He crouches by the very edge of the pool, despite the thousand alarms going off in his head, and Tony swims over to him.
               “Come on,” Tony says again, reaching out for Peter’s arm. Peter freezes when water droplets make contact with his bare skin.
               Tony, still smiling, unaware of how close to hyperventilating Peter is, takes a gentle hold of his arm, and tugs. It’s meant to be gentle, an attempt to coax him, and it is, really, except that Peter isn’t very focused right now and it’s enough to send him over the ledge into the water.
               The temperature is uneven, a swirl of cold and warm, separate, but still mixed, and the water is wet and it’s everywhere and it’s heavy, why is does it feel heavy, and why is there no air, why can’t he breathe, he’s thrashing, sinking, why won’t his body swim, the breath leaves him in a stream of bubbles, where’s the air, he can’t breathe—
               A strong pair of hands pulls him back up to the surface.
               “Mr. Stark,” Peter manages between coughing up water and sucking in air, “I’m sorry, I—”
               “It’s okay,” Tony says, and in true Tony Stark fashion starts rambling, “it’s okay, Pete, just breathe. I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I shouldn’t have pulled you into the water like that, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you couldn’t swim—”
               “No,” Peter interrupts, “it’s not that. It’s not that, it’s…ever since that one time, with the Vulture, he dropped me into that lake, and I thought I was gonna die, Mr. Stark, and I would have if you didn’t come and save me, and ever since then, the water just…scares me.”
               And just like that, Tony is scooping him up like he’s a little kid, and carrying him out of the pool room. He gives Peter a towel to dry off, and looks at him, with his hands on Peter’s shoulders.
               “How come you never told me?” Tony asks.
               Peter can breathe better now that he’s away from the water, and he is silently glad Tony knew what he needed to make him feel better. He’s not glad about the guilty look that paint’s Mr. Stark’s face, Mr. Stark isn’t—Tony isn’t supposed to like that.
               Peter shrugs. “It’s not your fault, Mr. Stark. I guess it just never really came up.”
               “Will you tell me next time? If there’s ever something bothering you, I want to help.”
               A nod.
               “Well,” Tony says, straightening and moving to stand, “that’s certainly enough swimming for tonight. Or forever. What do you say we go back up to the room and watch a movie instead? I think we can probably pay-per-view Star Wars or something.”
               “That sounds great,” Peter grins. He means it this time.
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vegafiction · 6 years
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Overdose for lance, voltron?
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Count: ~2.8kPairing(s): KlanceChara(s): Lance-centric, ft. PaladinsFandom: VoltronPrompt: OverdoseWarning(s): Drug abuse, overdosing, langst
I don’t know why this turned out to be so long but, I hope it’s enjoyable?? I didn’t edit it too much because I spent nearly 4 hours on it. My brain was tired of staring at it lmao. I think this ficlet comes across more like addiction than overdose BUT WE’LL JUST ROLL WITH IT!
I would like to formally apologize to Coran for not only being unable to write him but for putting him through this.
Part One: Chronic Pain
Get your bingo card @badthingshappenbingo
Lance slid the empty pill bottle across the table and into Coran’s line of sight. He flashed the older Altean engineer his most charming smile.“I need a refill.”Coran inspected the empty case. He ruffled his mustache for a moment, stroking it with careful movement until the silence stretched far longer than Lance felt comfortable with. Coran was usually a man who wore his heart in his sleeves, Lance didn’t have difficulty trying to figure out what went through his head, but lately, it’s been hard. Then again, Lance found a lot of things difficult through the haze pain medication that coursed through his veins.“Does your arm still hurt?” The Altean asked instead. “I watched the team training today. Your movements were exceptional if a little… sluggish.”“Oh, yeah! My arm wakes me up in the middle of sleeping sometimes, so I was just, you know, drained.” He grinned widely. “But I stayed focused! I’ve been doing the exercises you taught me. The medicine makes it possible.”Coran gazed into his eyes steadily. “Hm, yes,” He drawled. “Okay Lance, I’ll fill it up, but its one pill a day. Even if the pain returns and you feel like it’s gonna fall off, it’s just one!”He refilled the bottle as he spoke, unaware of the way Lance’s blue eyes hyper-focused on the carton of medicine. He sealed the carton, placed it back onto the high shelf and reset the protection lock for safe keeping. Lance refocused on Coran, his smile strained as the royal advisor held out the replenished container to him.
“Thanks, Coran, I—“ The weight of the medicine was light in his grasp. He turned the container over in his palm and counted the number of pastel pink pills.Frustration clawed in his chest.“You’re only giving me ten?” (He tried to keep the anger down in his voice, but wasn’t sure if he was doing a good job of keeping it off his face. “You gave me twenty last time.”“Twenty pills for twenty quintants.” He explained, his kind eyes oddly sharp. “It’s only been two movements since you woke up from your coma, Lance. What happened to the rest?”“I already told you, the pain comes back when I’m asleep!” He snapped.Coran’s red brows furrowed worriedly.“Lance,” he began gently. Lance poured the pills back into the container and hastily screw on the top. “I understand you may be struggling to come to terms with what happened but—““I don’t need a lecture right now! I get that enough from everyone in this castle, I don’t need to hear it from you.” He pocketed the medication. “Thank you for your help, Coran, but I can manage myself from here.” He headed toward the door.“I won’t give you another refill!” Coran called after him.Lance froze in front of the door, a sense of frustration, rage, and fear bubbled in his chest like a brewing storm. He grumbled under his breath and marched out of the infirmary without a look back.Coran shook his head, heavily troubled.
Lance’s thoughts raced as he dodged an attack from one of the training drones. Ten pills weren’t going to cut it. Even now, despite having downed two pills after his unpleasant encounter in the infirmary, Lance could still feel the trace of pain deep in his skin.Today, he’d meant to practice shooting. He still found it uncomfortable to pull the trigger of his rifle without the twinge of pain, but Coran’s refusal played like a broken record in his mind. The red bayard shifted into the altean broadsword and he charged toward the drone, slashing away at its robotic parts.His shoulder erupted into pain. He hissed, suddenly infuriated. How was it possible he could still feel pain? He could barely feel the hilt of the sword in his hand!I’m not taking enough. He reasoned. He charged into another drone, swinging his sword. I need more!Distracted by his angry, anxious thoughts, Lance failed to see the other training drone until it slammed its weapon down across his back. Pain ignited his nerves, blinding his thoughts. Another drone kicked the sword right out of Lance’s hand, sending it flying across the training room and shoved the hilt of its own weapon into Lance’s solar plexus.The blue paladin crumbled to the ground, wheezing.The drones immediately deactivated, freezing in place around him like a statistic mob about to crucify him. Through the tears in his eyes, Lance gazed into the worried face of Shiro.“That was some beating,” He held out his hand to Lance. “You’ve really improved with your swordsmanship. Have you been training with Keith?”Lance climbed to his feet with Shiro’s help. He wiped the dust from his clothes, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed for having lost himself in his rage.“Yeah, when he can.” He rubbed his right arm, resisting the urge to grimace in front of his hero. He plastered on a bright smile for Shiro’s sake. “What’s up, Shiro? Did you need me for anything?”“I was hoping for some of your “world famous” milkshakes.”Lance blinked, surprised. “Aren’t you lactose intolerant?”“Yes.”“…won’t you…get sick?”Shiro’s smile was amicable. “I’m willing to suffer for a little taste of Earth.”Lance raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Fair enough. Let me just change and we’ll go visit Kaltencker.”
Lance couldn’t feel his face, though he was absolutely sure he had one. He sucked on freshly made milkshake through a large straw Hunk had been lucky enough to find on their last trip to the space mall. He watched Shiro swirl the straw around in his cup before taking another swing of what will ultimately destroy his intestines in ten doboshes.He seemed quite pleased with Lance’s work. He drained the white substance of liquid death until Shiro was left with nothing but whipped cream and whatever remained of the space fruits Lance had used to make their shakes.“Any last words?” The Cuban teased.“Actually, yes. I wanted to talk to you about your training with the others today.”Lance tore his eyes away from his drink. He found Shiro’s unwavering dark eyes peering into his own. It was unsettling.“Yeah? Coran said he was impressed I was recovering so fast. I mean, of course, I would. It’s me after all.” Lance rattled nervously. He occupied himself by twirling his smoothie straw in circles. “I basically almost have full function in my hand again. I should be good enough to go back on missions with you guys.” He stared back at Shiro with a hopeful gaze. “You guys probably don’t even really need me, but… let me at least make up for it!”“Lance, what happened to you wasn’t your fault. You saved those people’s lives at the risk of your own. We’re all proud of you and we’re happy you’re still with us. But, I’m not the one who can make the call.” He sighed. “Coran is worried about you. We’re all worried.”“Worried about what? I’m fine.”Shiro’s eyes bore into his own. “Are you? You were unfocused during the training session today. And earlier, you seemed angry.”Lance gripped his cup tightly, uncomfortable with Shiro’s questions and frustrated with himself for his inability to do anything right. He felt the sharp ache of his arm flare up. He couldn’t hide his grimace.“Lance?”“I’m doing my best to get better.” He said, his voice hard. “I’m getting there! Just… give me a chance.”Shiro’s expressionmorphed into something akin to pain. It took Lance a second to realize why his hero looked so uncomfortable. Shiro excused himself from the kitchen and tried to hurry out of the room with his dignity intact. (He ended up booting around the corner before Lance could say a word).
He downed three pills with a gulp of water in the hopes of silencing the aches and pains of his body. He felt the weightlessness of the medication kick in minutes after consumption and plopped himself into bed.The thoughts that whirled in his mind slowed to a standstill. He gazed into the ceiling, not quite comprehending what he was seeing, but feeling more at peace with himself than ever before.Slowly, his body grew numb as he struggled to fight against the heavyweights that were his eyelids.
Lance snapped back to reality with a loud gasp. He bolted upright in bed and desperately scrambled to pull away the sheets wrapped around his body until all his limbs were free.Standing a foot away from his bed was Keith. He was dressed in paladin gear, helmet in hand, while his eyes fixated on Lance with an expression that stung worse than Coran giving him a lecture.“Wh-what happened?!” Lance gasped. “Why are you in paladin gear?”“The Castle of Lions was attacked while you slept,” Keith answered, his voice carefully controlled. “We tried waking you up, but you weren’t responding.”The Blue Paladin gulped, throat dry. He found it difficult to keep Keith’s gaze, guilt reared its ugly head in his chest.“Is everyone okay?”“Yeah. Luckily we didn’t need to form Voltron, but Red wasn’t cooperating with any of my commands.”“Well, I mean, you did leave it for the Black Lion.” Lance tried to joke. Keith didn’t look amused.“Lance, Red kept trying to return to the Castle as we fought. Do you know why?”He didn’t. His brain wasn’t processing correctly. He side eyed the pill bottle on the shelf and tried to recall how many he had taken so far and how long ago was his last dose.Keith moved into his line of sight. His expression was no longer hard but filled with worry.“It’s because he sensed you were in trouble. Coran told us about your outburst. You slept through the ship’s attack and didn’t respond to anything I said or did.” The Red Paladin heaved a heavy sigh. “Lance, I’m cutting you off.”Lance felt his whole body grow cold. He stared into Keith’s pained eyes with an expression of pure disbelief.Rage exploded in his veins.He shot to his feet just as Keith moved toward his shelf.“You can’t do that!” He practically screamed. “My arm still hurts! You can’t take away the only thing that works!”“I’m doing what needs to be done,” Keith answered harshly. He snatched the nearly empty bottle from the shelf, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Coran said he gave you ten pills for ten days.” He shook the bottle. “You only have three left.”“So what?! He gave it to me ages ago!”“It’s barely been twenty-four hours, Lance!” Keith made his way to the door. “I’m not going to stand by and watch you kill yourself like this. I love you too much to bear that.”Lance chased after him into the hall. He grabbed onto the bottle with desperation and tried to pull it free from Keith’s grasp.“Lance, stop!”“It’s just medicine! They’re not going to kill me!”“Do you even hear yourself?!” Keith ripped the bottle away from Lance’s hands. The momentum of his pull launched the container from Keith’s grasp. They watched it clatter to the ground, the force of its fall snapped open the lid and the trio of pills scattered across the castle halls.Lance bolted.Keith wrapped his arms around the slender boy’s waist and pinned him down, ignoring the almost inhuman screaming of an addict’s desperation.“Stop it, Lance! Stop it! Stop it!” Keith cried.Lance bucked beneath Keith’s weight, desperate for the last remnants of the only things that kept the pain away. He clawed the ground; could already feel the traces of his previous dose slip from his mind.Suddenly, Lance was hoisted from the ground. He could make out Shiro’s voice amidst his yelling but the former Black Paladin’s words didn’t register.The brown delicate hand of Allura’s came into his field of vision. His instincts slipped into overdrive. He tried to kick away his captors, but the tips of his fingers rested against his forehead and then—He was gone.
Coran slammed his fist against the wall in a rare display of anger. He heaved a heavy sigh then carefully rubbed his hand in an effort to assuage the pain away.Princess Allura cleared her throat, uncomfortable.“So, what do we do?” Keith asked once it was obvious no one had anything to say. “Stick him back into the healing pod and hope for the best?”“The healing pods cannot heal what is mental,” Allura said, her voice soft. “The best we can do is wean him off the medication, abruptly if possible.”“Like going cold turkey?” Hunk chimed in.Allura seemed perplexed by the expression but nodded nevertheless.“I should’ve been more careful,” Coran said, remorseful. “I should have given him the smallest possible dose and monitored his consumption. Xoralax was a highly sought after substance in the black market. I shouldn’t have assumed it wouldn’t be the case here.”“It’s alright, Coran. You couldn’t have known.”“Do you have more of the stuff?” Pidge asked, her brows furrowed. “If we’re going to ween Lance off of the medication, we should make sure he can’t get his hands on more.”“Not to worry, the rest are securely locked up in the infirmary and protected by a passcode!”Keith turned to Coran and asked, “Does Lance know the passcode?”“Absolutely not! All the substances in the infirmary are protected by a glass barrier. If anything happens to it, an alarm will—“Coran’s voice was drowned out by the ear-piercing wail of an alarm system. The rest of the paladins clasped their hands against their ears but Coran stood frozen in place. He bolted out of the room before the others could question him. Keith followed in his tracks.
“Lance!”Coran burst into the medical bay, steeling himself for the worst. Lance was on his hands and knees, desperately trying to gather the scattered Xoralaxpills. he must have dropped the box in his attempt to steal them.Coran rushed to the boy, eyeballing his pale skin tone and the beads of sweat that dotted his brow. He noticed the way Lance’s fingers quaked as though he wore cold. He tried to lift the boy from the ground, but Lance resisted.“No, no, no, I need it! I need it! Let me go, Coran!” He screamed.Coran forced Lance to stare into his eyes. His heart sank.His pupils were blown.“You don’t need any more of this, Lance. You need medical attention! Let me—“ He tried to move him again but Lance shoved his elbow into the older man’s gut and scrambled away.Keith rushed into the room before Lance could even think about escaping. He was joined immediately by Shiro and Hunk. Allura hurried to Coran’s side, checking for wounds, but he assured her he was unwounded.Pidge hung back by the door, too stunned to say a word. Too terrified to move.Lance lashed out at his family. He crawled toward the pile of pills and tried to collect as many as he could until Shiro and Hunk grabbed his arms and pinned them against his back. He wailed in despair.“Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GO!”Keith grabbed his sweaty face, violet eyes filled with unshed tears. From frustration or sadness, Lance couldn’t be sure.“Lance, listen to me, you’re going to be okay. We’re going to help you.”He didn’t want help! He wanted medicine. His entire body felt like he was on fire and all the others ever did was hold him back.Lance tried to break free from the death clutches of his friends to no avail. He tried again and again, but the more he resisted, the weaker he felt. Slowly, Lance’s legs couldn’t support his weight any longer and he collapsed into the arms of Shiro and Hunk.“Quickly! Into the pods before his heart stops!” Coran urged.He hastily typed away into the monitoring system as Shiro and Hunk carried the limp boy into the machine.By the time Lance was comfortably placed inside, he had already fallen into nothingness.
Keith and Coran were the first people that came into Lance’s vision as he stepped out of the healing pod two quintants later. He fell into Keith’s awaiting arms, weak and weary, and disoriented from the sense of gravity tugging his body.Keith settled him onto a chair carefully. He took a water bag from Coran’s hand and handed it to Lance. When he didn’t respond, Keith gingerly topped the straw between the boy’s lips. He drank slowly but greedily.Coran knelt beside him. He peered into his eyes.“How do you feel?”Lance shrugged. He leaned to the side, pressing his head against Keith’s waist.“M’sorry,” he slurred. “M’sorry.”“I’m just happy you’re awake,” Keith said. He ran shaky fingers through the boy’s brown locks, grateful for the chance to feel it silkily pass through his fingers again.Coran patted the boy’s knee. Before he could rise, Lance lurched forward. He wrapped his arms around Coran’s neck and held him tightly. Emotions welled up inside him. He returned Lance’s hug just as tight.
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A Very Merry Voltron Valentine’s ft. Pidge
Alternate title: Lance is a little instigating shit and pidge is a huge sappy nerd
A/N this was done with literally no editing or beta so mistakes be damned! Take my trash and do what you will with it lol
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“There is no capitalism in space Lance,” Pidge said with a roll of her eyes as she tried to find the perfect ratio of alien ingredients to make the brown sludge in her cup taste like coffee. “And even if we were on Earth I would still try to fight the good fight against corporate schemes that disguise themselves as holidays. Its evil to try and trademark love,” she said pushing herself onto the counter and taking a long sip. Still terrible but if it was giving her at least some sort of buzz so worth it for the time being.
Nothing, however, was worth seeing that horrible ‘I know something you don’t know’ look that Lance wore so proudly. Pidge frowned, tapping her fingers against the ceramic mug trying her hardest to not ask. Asking would mean giving in and admitting she was curious in whatever gossip he had. Even if she was dying to know why he even brought up the subject of Valentine’s Day she didn’t want to feed into his teenage soap opera ways. Lucky for her though he wasn’t very good at keeping things to himself.
“That is very noble. I’m sure you must have been very popular amongst all your tech nerd buddies who also never had dates. But things are different now pidge! You do have a date and maybe they don’t share the same fight the system inclinations you do,” Lance said with what he must have thought was a very casual wave of his hand as he leaned on the counter opposite Pidge “But if you don’t care that s/o got you something well then that’s none of my business,” he continued looking down to pick at his nails.
Pidge’s first thought was that with the right forward momentum she could easily knock Lance to the floor and force him to tell everything he knew about the gift. Of course that’s probably what he wanted judging by his eyebrows lost somewhere in his hairline and toothy smile. So instead she cleared her throat and said “I have to go. Right now. Immediately. And you still can’t pressure me into this …. No matter what may happen in the future know that you had nothing to do with it!” as she ran out of the kitchen.
Pidge’s time off was supposed to be spent working on some personal projects, mostly working on some of her language courses before the castle started beeping at her and projecting holographic reminders in her room. Now she was desperately trying to figure out exactly what romance was even supposed to be. She had visions of hearts and fat babies with bows dancing around her head as she tried to remember what Valentines was like back home. She groaned, pulling at her hair and slumping onto her bed. “Sure Pidge you’re suuuuuuch a genius. Alien tech, no problem. Giant lion weapon system, no problem. Get your date mate a nice present and suddenly I’m as intelligent as a snail. Ugh no … that’s an insult to snails!” she mumbled grabbing a pillow to scream into.
She did nothing but simmer like that for a long time, the wheels turning and turning in her head to the point she was sure there was smoke coming out of her ears. Then suddenly she sat up right, the fire moving from her brain to her eyes. “I’ve been looking at this all wrong. I can’t figure this out the way Lance would. I have to solve it my way. Besides my way is going to end up being much more efficient and not only help myself but all other romantically troubled people to come!” she announced to her audience of scattered tools and crushed energy drink cans before setting to her new task: finding the scientific solution to the perfect Valentine’s Day.
It was at best a show of her dedication to s/o but at its worst, and somewhere a little closer to the truth, it looked like a conspiracy theorist wall. Pictures and words taped to the wall with multicolored string creating a makeshift obstacle course. Several people had tried to come check on her only to look at the mess, decide it wasn't their problem and walk right back out. Even s/o had been warned about Pidge’s strange project and hadn’t been around except to leave snacks and the occasional ‘remember to drink lots of water!’ note. At long, long last though she was certain that she had the key. A fool proof plan she had gotten all of the details perfected at three o’clock in the morning.
Well almost perfect, she had neglected one detail in her pursuit of scientifically backed romance; she had absolutely no idea where to get any of it. They were currently trying to lay low which meant there was no guarantee of the next time they would be going off ship. The only option she had was to work with what was around the castle … it was going to be a long day.
~*~
Pidge had looked rough before, forgetting to sleep for a couple days could do that but it was nothing compared to how she looked and felt now. It seemed like it was just disaster after another, she tried to not think of it as a metaphor for her life. First it was the flowers, a classic and what she assumed would be the easiest considering Allura had a greenhouse tucked away in the upper stories of the castle. Pidge had found the most appealing colors and shapes, trying to match those she knew from Earth, to create the ultimate bouquet. It was going great until she broke into a rainbow of rashes in some equally as colorful places on her body. That dream was quickly squashed.
Pidge thought that at least she could have a nice dinner and some chocolates to give to s/o, Hunk was a sap for that mushy kind of stuff. Heck he had been making everything heart shaped for month in preparation for the big day! Yet Pidge had all but been laughed out when she brought her requested menu. “Dude I would love to help you and I can do what I can buuuuut this is not Earth. I don’t have anything that’s even close to, what was it you wanted steak? Really, steak? And truffles? Oh man I wish I had access to some chocolate! It’s a nice thought but the best I can do is like a trio of space goo,” Hunk said before Pidge kicked that damned goo machine and left.
The rest of her tasks when just about the same. The closest thing to a stuffed animal she found was the training robots. The shiniest thing she could find to try and make jewelry was scraps of galra tech which just seemed ominous. She had managed to blow up something resembling a balloon but discovered whatever gas she used was very unstable finally leaving her empty handed and half an eyebrow short.
She trudged back to her room late into the night, worse for the ware and completely down in spirits. “This is what I get for turning my back on my morals, karma apparently works over time in space,” she snorted as she belly flopped onto the bed wondering if she suffocated in the sheets if she would be allowed out of the Valentine’s celebrations that she was sure Lance had planned for later the next day. She was perfectly willing to wallow in her own sadness until she was dragged out to see what amazing thing s/o had gotten her when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Her heart fluttered, knowing who it had to be but almost hoping that it wasn’t. The soft footsteps could only belong to one person and despite the fact nothing was going right Pidge was happy to hear them. After all the trouble and disappointment they were the only person she could think of that she would want to be around. Even if she had nothing to give in return. “Hey there stranger, I didn’t realize we had someone new living in the castle. I have heard a ghost has been roaming as of late though,” they teased as they sat on the edge of the bed with legs crisscrossed. “I did try ghost hunting but haven’t had much luck …. Ya know I missed you Pidge,” they added with quiet sincerity.
It wasn’t posed as a question or even with the air of sad guilt for which Pidge was eternally grateful. It was something she appreciated with their relationship; there was never any need to explain her weird habits until she was ready to talk. “Im a weirdo who doesn’t deserve your patience but I will selfishly accept it,” Pidge said slumping and twisting around until her head was resting in their lap, her arms hugging their waist. “But good news is ghostbusters have stopped by and eliminated all ghosts. I’m back to being my usual annoying goblin of a person,” she said grinning up at them.
“Mmm you are definitely more of a troll but whatever you decide to be, as long as you’re mine again, I’m happy~” they cooed down at her, rubbing her arm and bending down to kiss the top of her head. Pidge gave a content sigh and wanted to bury herself in this moment, get lost in the warmth and serenity of being reunited with them. “Aaaaaaan because you’re mine I kinda got you something. Lance has been on my case about Valentine’s Day, which I personally think is a sort of emotional cop out but I couldn’t resist a chance at arts and crafts,” they grinned, gently scooching Pidge over to reach for something in their pocket.
Pidge expected to be a nervous wreck, feeling so low that she would want to puke but she instead found herself actually anxious to see what it was. The earlier disdain of not being able to make a perfect gift a shadow in the back of her mind, almost laughable in that moment. She held out her hand to accept what she now saw was a card, pushing herself up to get a better view of what it said. On the front there was a cartoonish picture of a galaxy, stars and planets dotting the shimmery blue paper, and bubble letters that read ‘Are you stuck in space Valentine?’ then opened up to a very crude sketch of what was undeniably a butt surrounded by all capital letters in harsh red print ‘BECAUSE THAT ASS IS OUT OF THIS WORLD.’
There was silence for a minute, while s/o sat biting their lip, opening their mouth stuttering about how they weren’t a great artist and that she didn’t have to like it she just thought the joke was funny but they could totally forget the whole thing. Only shutting up when Pidge crashed her lips against their own, laughing into the kiss so hard they seemed to be vibrating against each other, tears wetting their cheeks before they pulled away gasping for air while the last fit of giggles left their systems.
“This is perfect. You’re perfect,” Pidge said, arms wrapped around s/o’s neck with her forehead resting against theirs. They giggled again and kissed the tip of her nose “Only cause I have someone to be perfect for,” they replied with another smile which Pidge happily returned. Again she didn’t deserve someone this amazing but she wouldn’t want anything else.
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They looked at each other before glancing back at her. Kara watched them have a silent conversation.
“I will take her. Go. Go back to what you were doing, dear.”
Crowley nodded once before glancing at Kara one last time and vanishing, returning to wherever he had been prior to the whole debacle with Luke.
Rowena turned to her, gaze kind. “Come with me, Kara.”
Kara followed her, past lengthy hallways and down 3 more floors, feeling cold and mentally uneasy the further they went. She trusted Rowena, though, and her presence kept whatever fear that would have eaten her at this point, at bay.
Finally, they stopped. In front of a mahogany door, not unlike those from the first floor. The hallway it was in was different, though. Darker; both aesthetically and feeling-wise. The wallpaper was black with twisting white vines, the door frame painted in silver; while the aura that beat from the walls had a darker, eviler feel to it. Somehow, the oppressing, sick, cloying feeling, felt as if it alone could drive someone to madness in minutes.
Rowena pressed her palm to the door, and after a second, it opened on its own. She glanced at Kara, silently telling her to follow. The young superhero trailed after her inside, Rowena closing the door after her.
Just as big as the room she had visited last, possibly a little larger. 50x30 ft, she estimated. There was a king-sized bed near the middle, against the wall; the sheets a burgundy color. Aside from that, the lighting here was definitely better than what she had seen so far upstairs. It looked brighter, practically normal. Except for the low thrum that she can still feel, deep within the walls and furniture.
Rowena went to a table on the side, where the bed was nearest. On it sat a tea set, complete with edibles. Kara’s stomach growled, embarrassingly. She blushed as Rowena glanced at her, shooting her a smile as she prepared them tea. Meanwhile, Kara’s gaze kept on wandering over every part of the simple but expensive-looking room, as well as on Rowena herself.
When the witch finished, she brought two cups over to Kara, who expected to be handed one. Instead, Rowena gestured her to the table-and-two-chairs set, that Kara was absolutely sure hadn’t been there before. Hesitantly, she sat down, eyeing the table and chair combo with suspicion. After taking the proffered cup, she watched Rowena sit on the other chair, not even across the small round table.
Kara breathed in the warmth of the tea, the scent of lavender filling her senses and slowly calming her. She took a long sip, the heat being of no trouble to her. When she finished, the cup was empty.
“Ask me. What do you want to know?”
Kara looked at the redhead, feeling much better. “What is this place?”
“Ah. A hotel, and an unconventional one at that. More than that, though, a place of wickedness and evil. Somewhere to indulge your darkest fantasies as it eats away at your soul. A kind of club of sorts, if you will.”
Kara’s expression was dumbstruck. “Wh- Like a sex club, or like Hostel?”
Rowena grinned at her, then regained herself. “Sex club is too limiting. That’s merely one of the things that goes on here. When I say dark fantasies, dear, I mean dark fantasies.” Rowena looked her in the eyes. “The sickest, most depraved things our minds are capable of wanting.”
“And that,” Kara swallowed. “That means –”
“Murder, torture. And yes, other carnal desires, too.”
Kara felt her stomach churn despite the tea’s soothing effect. Her suspicions were confirmed.
‘You want to have some fun?’
‘You’re new here, aren’t you?’
‘Wouldn’t you be fun to play with.’
‘Don’t go in alone.’
“This place, what is it?” she asked again. “It feels,” she waved her hands. “Evil. Not just that kind of evil, but… I can’t explain it. It feels like the walls are humming. Sometimes, beating. Like it’s alive—”
“That’s because it is. Sentient. From all the rituals and dark magic performed here on a daily basis. The sacrifices.”
Kara felt like she was going to be sick. “My sister. She—we were just walking and she got weaker and weaker…”
Rowena looked at her with careful sympathy. “The power here affects people differently. Depending on its intentions for them. On the kind of person that they are.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, the Hotel wanted your sister – as a sacrifice.”
“No,” Kara said loudly. “I won’t let that happen.”
Rowena made a placating gesture. “That will only happen if she sets foot here again. She just has to keep her distance and she’ll be safe.”
Kara relaxed, a sense of shame filling her at the feeling of relief she felt. Alex may be safe, but there were still people being killed here every day.
Her gaze hardened, features one of determination. “I have to stop this.”
“I understand,” Rowena nodded.
“People are dying. Innocent people. People with families and loved ones.”
“Yes. And so it has been for centuries.” At the look of outraged shock on the young hero’s face, she hastened. “Kara, dear, this ‘hotel’ has stood for longer than you can imagine. Longer, even, than I’ve been alive. Trying to end it would be like trying to stop an earthquake. Simply impossible.”
Kara draw herself up. “I’m Supergirl. It’s my duty to protect people, to help them. I can’t just stand around and do nothing.”
“Darling, it’s a fight you have no chance of winning. Trust me.”
She did. But she also, on every principle she lived by, couldn’t just allow this to continue. Centuries or not. She was Supergirl. There had to be something she could do.
A thought occurred. “Why are you here then?”
Rowena smirked. “Same as most others.” When Kara’s face fell, she hastened to explain. “Carnal desires. Seldom do I partake in the rituals other witches come to do.”
“But you’ve sacrificed someone? Before?” Kara asked, afraid of the answer.
Rowena took a breath. “I have. But it’s been years since my last life offering. I prefer to leave my playmates alive nowadays.”
Kara breathed shakily, feeling the weight of it all crash over her. In the back of her mind, she had known. She had suspected. Rowena. And Crowley, even. She didn’t want to believe it, but there was no denying the truth when it came directly from the person involved.
“I have to try,” she said, pulling herself from the darkness trying to crush her. She looked Rowena in the eyes. “You know I have to.”
“It’s impossible,” Rowena stated, looking back at her own. “The Hotel’s alive, Kara. Hearing, seeing, feeling. It knows when someone within its range, not to mention inside it, wants it gone. You think you’re the first one to have intentions of destroying it? It will eat you alive, my dear. And that’s not even counting the patrons here.”
Rowena stood up, looking down at Kara’s seated form. “You wouldn’t stand a chance. You almost didn’t! What were even doing, going on your own? Didn’t anyone warn you how dangerous it was? Who knows what would have happened if we didn’t come along?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re an unclaimed prey, Kara. Alone and lost. That light inside you like a beacon to the countless predators—guests– of this Hotel. If we hadn’t sensed you, and come runnin’, you’d probably be locked up in someone’s room right now, gettin’ fucked or tortured, or both!”
Kara was stunned for only a second. “I had to come back. After Alex got sick and I took her out, I needed to come back for answers, to find out whatever it was that did that to her and stop it. And,” she shrugged, trying to appear confident. “I’m Supergirl. I can handle myself. I was able to manage it before you arrived.”
Rowena sneered. “That’s because he was playing with you. Toying you.”
Kara stood up. “I’m not helpless, Rowena. Have you forgotten what I can do?”
Rowena looked up at her. “Oh, you’re physically powerful, yes. But you don’t attack unless someone charges at you first or fires some sort of weapon. And you’d rarely find a usual here who would engage you in that way. You’re too nice, always believing the best in people.”
“Fine, maybe I am. That’s not a bad thing. In any case, I can defend myself when I need to. Just because I wait until the last minute doesn’t make me any less capable.”
“You can’t do that here. This place? It could sap your energy, make you weak. I’ve seen powerful witches fall, thinking they were safe because they could defend themselves. It’s not how you survive here. You are either wolf or sheep. The stronger the wolf, the more respect they command. The sheep? It doesn’t matter how strong you are. You’ll be taken, and owned, and played with. You won’t last 5 minutes on your own.”
Kara’s shoulders slumped as realization came. So that was the reason for her weakened abilities. She thought it was only the atmosphere. Or even the fear.
“I’m sorry, then.” She shook her head. “I didn’t think. Thank you, for rescuing me.” It was an odd thing to say. She was so used to being on the other end, being the one to rescue someone. It felt strange.
Rowena calmed down, taking Kara’s hand in hers. “You may be strong, but you have to think before you rush into things. Not everything could be solved by brute strength. Do you understand?”
“I do.”
“And how are you feeling?”
“Tired. Troubled.”
“Are you scared?”
A pause. “A little.”
“Just a wee bit?”
“Yes. It would have been worse if I didn’t have you here, to be honest.”
“And how do you feel about knowing I’ve sacrificed before? Innocent people.”
“The tiniest bit queasy. It felt worse when I heard it at first, but now it’s not much. You haven’t done it in a while?”
“Not for years,” Rowena reassured. “And how do you feel about my… other… reasons for coming here?
Kara blushed but immediately replied without thinking. “Curious.”
Rowena smiled a little. “Curious how?”
“I’m curious about what you like, the type of fantasies you have. How ‘kinky’ they have to be for you to come here and not just satisfy them elsewhere. Curious about what kind of lovers you take. If you’ve ever taken a woman before.”
Every word that came out of Kara’s mouth made her blush harder and harder, until her entire face was glowing reddish pink. “I didn’t mean that.”
Rowena’s smile got wider and wider the more Kara spoke. In the end, she was grinning. “Oh, but you do. Don’t you, dear?”
“Yes.” Kara clamped her mouth shut with both hands.
Rowena giggled. “I thought you might think that way. But I had to be sure. Unlike you, dear, I couldn’t just afford to rush into things.”
“Did you do something to me?” Kara demanded, flushing, embarrassment clear on her still reddened cheeks.
“Just a wee bit of truth potion on your tea. Nothing to worry about.”
“Truth potion?” Kara repeated, sudden dread tying her stomach into knots.
“Just a mild dose. Not enough to make you blurt out every secret you have unprompted, just enough to make you answer truthfully, and be unable to lie. Not that you’re any good at lying, but it does help bring forth inner truths not yet consciously realized.”
“You tricked me,” Kara said aloud.
“Och, I did no such thing. Is it really considered trickery, pouring a wee dose in your tea? I didn’t tell you to drink the entire cup, darling. Giving us, what? Give or take an hour more? And I have no intentions of asking you about your weaknesses to use against you. Just your darkest fantasies would do.”
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Character Summary (Tony)
My PC is back in business but my Office license expired and money is a thing so I don’t have her last name because it’s on a word file, no judge.
Gender: Female (MtF transgender) Age: 26 Sexuality: Lesbian DOB: 04/04/1992 Race: Caucasian Ethnicity: French Canadian Nationality: British Build: Narrow/Petite Height: 5,6 Ft Hair: Short and choppy, long on top with an orange strip Skin: Peachy, looks healthier with some sun, small freckles.  Artefact: Corvonius, a spellbook possessed with a demon who, like most other demons in the Archives, offers Tony the ability to cast spells (and in this case, the use of her demonic voice) in exchange for human souls.  Powers: Spellcasting, healing, shields, intimidation, some ability to sense magic. Notable Features at Start: Scar on her forehead from falling over while rollerskating when she was six. A birthmark on her ribs shaped like a duck, about as big as your pinky nail. Notable Features Gained: Various bullet wounds- One on shoulder, through and through, one in the ribs, three on the right thigh in a tight line. Lots of piercings on the right ear, scars on her fists.  Personality: Do-er, proactive, aloof, and unrepentant. Bold and often careless, headstrong, tendency to remove herself from difficult situations rather than face them. Listens to conscience but begrudgingly if driven to do something she’s afraid of or uncomfortable with. Chaotic Neutral. Punk, but keeps the aggression to a facade mostly, prefers to rely on subterfuge.  Development: Tony starts off as a mute who uses sign language. Lots of silent commentary. Ignores people a lot. When she gets a voice by making a deal with the book demon Corvonius, she becomes much more erratic. Her personality starts railroading a lot of plans, causing a rise in tensions. That said, she’s still driven by giving a shit about her friends and wanting to keep them safe, and she becomes an extremely useful and dedicated member of the crew despite her volatility. At the midway point, her powers have a moment where they fail and she’s pretty shook. Later, at an anarcho-punk settlement (Bilgabar), she gains a following that helps to bolster her sense of security, and weirdly enough this helps to teach her about restraint and responsibility with her powers.  Emotional Complexes: Often feels detached from situations thanks to a lifetime of abstraction from regular people, and years of being able to leave a situation when it got tough. Her lack of restraint and selfishness are rooted in a lot of bottled up frustration and feelings of impotence, and fear of losing her voice and powers. Absolutely terrified of being powerless or ignored. 
Relationships-
Harker: At the beginning of the narrative, Tony mostly just feels sorry for Harker. She’s loud and clumsy and rude, but she’s in a hard situation and that’s likely to stunt anyone. That said, she’d be more sympathetic if Harker rose to the occasion. As the story progresses, they get closer, Tony takes on a kind of older sister role and tries to both embolden Harker and get her to be more decisive/quick, and also nurtures a concern for her safety. At the end, as Harker’s risen to the occasion and become a pretty formidable fighter, Tony becomes incredibly proud of her, and makes a consistent effort to remind Harker that she’s come a long way and no longer has to feel like a liability.  Cress: Best friends at the start of the story. Cress offered a job where Tony’s lack of voice wasn’t a glaring disadvantage, respected, supported and included her for years. As the narrative progresses, tensions rise between them as Tony behaves more erratically, contradicting Cress’ strong and pragmatic leadership, at the very least mitigated by Tony’s sense of loyalty and strong fighting skills. By the end of the narrative, Cress has come to respect that Tony’s her own person and a different one to who she spent those years working with. They’re no less close, but their relationship has changed, and Cress is learning to respect the new voice.    Abbo (best friend): Tony’s always liked Abbo. He’s a kindhearted man who tries to help everyone, although she’s not a fan of his doormat-ish nature at all, she wishes he had more strength of character. Her respect for him goes up across the narrative as he learns to take the initiative and stand up for himself, and acknowledge his emotions. By the end, he’s almost a different person. He’s decisive, bold, he looks wild and happy and Tony identifies a lot with that.  Scouts: The scouts are weird. They’re all like ten years old, but they’re running a military hierarchy? Fuck that noise. Mercy and Amira are cool, but the rest are a little too 1964 for Tony. Kremboid: This place is great. Bart pisses charm and it takes a lot to see past that, but he’s a genuinely good guy. The locals aren’t the most refined, and if you don’t have the means to defend yourself you probably don’t fancy spending your summer here, but for Tony it’s a comfortably rough place where she’s neither marginalised or feared.  Jort: Fuck this place sideways. It’s a complete fucking waste of agriculture and commerce, because it’s full of xenophobic crazies. Thanks for the witchhunt and the cinnamon roles.  Union: Cool, but Jesus is this place big. Hard to feel like Billy Big Bollocks when you’re getting lost every half an hour. Still Buddy is a cool as hell governess, Father Duck is a good friend, and when they got there, Harker finally seemed at ease.  Bilgabar: This place is just home. Tony’s people are here, the people who really trust and love her, people who aren’t scared of her and look to her like some kind of matriarchal den mother. But it’s not like she’s being taken advantage of, but she wants to take care of these people. And she learned how to be a leader, not just a loose cannon/wild card edgelord
Backstory- Tony was born to a middle class French Canadian family in April 1992. Her life really began in 2005 when she came to understand that she wasn’t a boy, and began to transition, leaving behind her deadname, but surprisingly few members of her family. Sadly, Tony had always been mute. She has no memory of being able to speak, although her hearing and understanding of words is totally fine, leaving her with this impression that she had a voice at some point, although nobody recalls or believes this. Tony’s family, in light of her inability to speak, wanted to keep her at home and support her financially, but this idea upset her deeply. She hated the idea of being dependent or treated as an invalid, so she broke out on her own. Now, she was mute. So despite living independently she was still financially dependent for about six months (age 20,) before being employed at a real-estate company. She communicated through sign language to get her job done, and was reasonably good at it, but she received a lot of criticism from her colleagues, mostly down to her lack of voice, coupled with transphobic office mates who deliberately excluded her from events. After two years at the company she was assigned a bigoted partner, Darren, and it became clear that everyone wanted her to either get fired or quit. Darren purposely iced her out during viewings and started losing sales, and within a year they were on the edge of being let go. On their last chance, Tony decided she’d had enough and walked out, leaving Darren to go get fired on his own. During her time at the real-estate business, her family had suffered some money troubles, so she didn’t feel comfortable telling them she’d quit. A month later, with £100 left to her name, an ambitious job application came back confirming an interview- Research assistant for Dr Cress Abassi. She spent the next three years as her friend and colleague. 
Relatives-  Mother: Clementine. A mothery mother, doting and involved to a fault. Not the cleverest, but more than makes up for it with determination and open-heartedness. Father: Louis. A silly, eccentric man who fucking loves his food and his music. Adores his kids but not the best decision maker, and some crap investments led to their money troubles.  Sister:  Claire. Not super close with Tony, doesn’t fully understand the reasoning behind her transition, but does her best to support her and, when she finds out Tony’s missing, starts trying to find out more about the trans experience/community, becoming obsessed with finding her sister. 
Faves- Sweet tooth- hates chocolate but loves gummies, hard candy, bubblegum. Really wants to like art house movies but doesn’t always get them. Actually more of a collective, music wise. Big fan of Edgar Wright. Likes all food except for nuts, because they’re a snack food not a fucking ingredient.
Hates- Nuts in meals. Chocolate, Turkish Delight, Superhero Movies, Chick Flicks, country music.
Fears- Being powerless. Being ridiculed. Going home after spending time in the Archives. Being alone. Losing her voice again. Not a fan of deep ocean. 
Hopes- To live in the Archives forever. To fight the Eldritch horror and win. To go back to Bilgabar to live. To keep everyone safe. 
Dreams- Of living a life without feeling like a burden, independent but with people she cares about and can rely on all around her. 
Attracted To- Women. She feels like butch women should be her thing, but to be frank, she absolutely adores women who are shy or silly, she thinks they’re cute as fuck.
Aesthetic- Punk. Lots of leather and metal, beaten up. If she was building a ship she’d make it out of scratched sheet metal with spikes and other non-aerodynamic things. Muddy face, bitten nails with chipped polish. 
Lovers- Vivette, met in Jort, one nighter, nothing really in common. Cali, met in the Union, a potential romance that she actually invests in but Cali balks when she sees her powers. Finally, Yana, met in Bilgabar. A love/hate relationship, combative, lots of emotional tension and unspoken feelings. 
Skills- Spellcasting, healing, sensing magic, sneaking, intimidation, manipulation, good in a crisis.
Job History- Real Estate, Research assistant. 
Pet Peeves- People who lie for convenience or because they don’t want to confront a problem. People who let their lack of backbone affect other people. Children. Co-dependent people. Needy/beggy people. People who refuse to help unless they get their own way. 
Self Image- Generally doesn’t think about it. When she does, she ends up conflicted between her lack of foresight/consideration and the fact that she’s almost always right about a situation. After Bilgabar, her self image improves. 
Insecurities- Being called out on her mistakes. Doesn’t like her flat chest, isn’t a fan of her nose, worries that women and friends find her unapproachable. 
Addictions- Likes a good smoke now and again, drinks heavily if she’s having a rough day but stays on top of it. 
Scent- Leather, light perfume
Gait- Light-footed, waify, if she doesn’t want she can go unnoticed, but is also capable of establishing a presence.
Voice- TALKS IN BLOCK CAPITALS IN BOLD. LOTS OF CURSING. LOTS OF CONTRACTIONS. 
To Get What She Wants- She’s more than willing to kill people she knows deserve it, to steal or destroy, or to generally threaten people. 
Draws the Line At- Harming innocents or victims. These people have her complete protection, and she takes a hard stance against prejudice or sex-based violence, or anything that would harm an innocent. 
She didn’t realise that she would- Kill so freely. Even with a code of ethics, she kills scores of people in battle and feels no remorse. 
She didn’t realise that she couldn’t- talk to women. Considering she possesses the voice and powers of a fucking demon, her confidence and flirting ability around women is piss poor/ 
Lowest Point- After the Eldritch horror establishes control over a certain amount of the Archives, Tony loses her powers- even when they come back, they’re on the fritz. After getting to the union and getting pretty viciously dumped by Cali, she hits a low point and starts lashing out. 
Highest Peak- When she and her following at Bilgabar are able to fight off an attack from EH and some low-level demons. 
Nemesis- Caulk. A naysayer at Bilgabar who tries to undermine her and question her ability to lead. But it’s through Caulk that she learns she can’t just murder people who pose and issue. 
Trustee- Vince. Orange dude she meets in Jort, a nervous little guy who becomes a close friend, and joins her at Bilgabar. After the events of the novel, he becomes a penpal. 
Allergies- Transphobes and dickheads
Most Ashamed Of- Her behaviour at the start of the novel, when she first gets her powers. She’s extremely reckless and puts everyone in danger. She also hates how things went in the Union with Cali, she feels like shit. 
Most Proud Of- Her following. Harker, Abbo and Cress. How she’s grown, how she quit the RE company. 
Secrets- Women are hard to talk to. She really doesn’t want to lose her voice. She’s not entirely sure about whether Corvonius is trustworthy. Some of the spells in her book that she’s said have run out, haven’t. 
Deeper Secrets (never tell)- She still nurtures some unrequited love for Cali. She still has nightmares about her old life back home. She’s terrified that her parents and family will spend the rest of their lives looking for her. She’s also terrified that they won’t. 
Tells Everyone- She’s trans, she’s a lesbian, fuck the establishment, fuck liars and cowards, fuck politicians.
Politics- Anarchist, but good at diplomacy. 
Tactics- All out offensive, with time to plan she can effectively identify and attack weak points while conserving numbers, great under time pressure and is capable of throwing dozens of spells out if they’re down to the wire. 
Hogwarts House- Slytherin. 
VTMB Clan/Sect- Bruja/Tremere, Anarch
Inspiration- Amanda (DGHDA), Aubrey (TAZ), Persephone (WICDIV), P!nk
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End of Season Availability: Brett Brown and Bryan Colangelo
45 minutes of Brett Brown.
46 minutes of Bryan Colangelo.
Holy cannoli, we’ve got quotes for days after an immersive and comprehensive end of season availability.
I figured the best way to do this would be to just pick out the most relevant quotes and do the snippets for easy reference moving forward. It would take me about 400 hours to transcribe everything verbatim, so let’s truncate the best parts for smooth reading.
There’s a lot to “parse,” which has become one of my favorite crutch words in 2018.
Brett Brown
On Ben Simmons’ jump shot:
each player received a document RE: this is what goes on with summer development, from a skill package perspective, strength and conditioning component, and what preseason looks like… 4 sheets for a detailed roadmap for each player
for Ben, it’s very much a part of conversation, his offensive future involves free throw line, efficiency finishing, and jump shot, maybe you talk about a three-point shot at some point
evolution of jump shot – he understands his world will become easier when that becomes part of his game
On his future and a contract extension:
has spoken briefly with Bryan Colangelo about a contract extension, loves being in Philadelphia, “we’ve grown something, collectively as an organization so proud of where we are.”
Looking back on Boston series:
do I wish I had played T.J. more earlier? probably. do I wish I had used Justin Anderson more? maybe. could Markelle have played a role? maybe, but when you coach a team to 52 wins, 16 game win streak, beat Miami 4-1, I’m happy to “go down” with the people who got us there
On the criticism of his coaching:
“I have heard it. I think the things that come up are, at times, wildly unfair. It’s part of our landscape, and we can go specifics if you want, but I get it. I’m the son of a coach, I get it. I am my harshest critic. I’m fine on my personal judgment day. I sleep at night. I sleep just fine at night. What we did and what we’re going to do makes me say that with confidence. The disappointment inspires emotion from passionate people and there’s nothing wrong with that. I understand but don’t pay attention enough for it to keep you up at night.”
Simmons’ shot part two:
We have a shooting coach in our program, but actually looking at other shooting coach possibilities to include in our staff design. John Townsend is a valuable asset, Ben will be spending intense time with him.
As far as completely rebuilding Simmons’ shot, no. “Intense refinement,” but not a complete blow up.
It’s an “easy sell” for Ben to fix shot this summer, to focus in on free throws, jump shot, and finishing efficiency
Ben “wants to be great,” as a team “we were exceptional in the final third of year, he was a rebound away from averaging a triple-double.” Had we played him a bit more he would have reached that easily. Celtics experience helps him with real-time learning.
On being “owed” something because he coached a bunch of terrible teams during the “Process” years:
It isn’t being owed. “I don’t feel like I’m owed anything. I feel like I deserve a lot but that I’m not owed anything.” Five years ago we talked about pace, space, and pass offense, but program also has to reflect the city and we have to play defense. We play with pace, space, and we pass the ball. Defense, we were third in the NBA this year. We finished 3rd in the east and most of us were just doing cartwheels at the thought of making the playoffs. “Our culture is not to be denied.”
On Markelle Fultz:
huge conversation, to shrink it – want him getting back his mojo and playing basketball in a high level, energized environment
had a long chat Thursday, we know what he had to endure this year, can’t wait to coach him again, we’ve seen signs of brilliance with what he’s done this year, think he’ll have a great summer
On Joel Embiid’s summer:
first summer that he has come back and will be healthy
fact that we played that volume of games, we all would have been happy with that in preseason
strongly believes Joel’s future is his body, mastery of diet, rehab/prehab, and strength and conditioning
deserves so much more credit than what he receives, coming out of an operation and wearing a mask with a lens and “trying to figure out playoff basketball,” commitment and navigating through setbacks is historic throughout his early career
health will bring post game to a new level, ability to turn and face, back down, pass out, that world he has to own
feels like Embiid is becoming a leader in the locker room
On growing the roster “organically” vs. adding a superstar free agent, the dichotomy in the fan base of how to proceed:
starting with fans, they have showed a consistent resilience, conflicted at times, but my feel is that there’s been an acceptance of growing it organically, “we all live with the pain of what we went through.”
if that portion of fan base is still prepared to take that notion and think it equals a championship, it’s “noble, but I don’t agree with it.”
another high level free agent is required and we have the ability to attract one
when the time is right, “we need help” to win a championship
Does Ben need to bring his elbow down when shooting? 
yes
also feet are important with his shot
free throw – he was a 77% FT shooter at LSU, dipped this year and then went back up in playoffs
want him to get to the free throw line more next year
Clarification on Markelle’s injury situation and what he was going through:
it is so documented, but I’ll answer the question again
he hurt his shoulder, it affected portions of his psyche, I get it, he was injured, then he didn’t play much basketball, brought him back and resurrected some stuff and I “thought he did quite well.”
felt fine with decision not to use him in playoffs, 19 year old with 19 games under his belt
feels like Markelle is doing fine now, spirit and motor is back
confident that he will have a great summer
On report that Boston committed a foul and traveling violation in final moments of game five:
respects the league for doing report and admitting it, owning it
you would love to have it back, 2 free throws for Embiid or Marcus Smart travels and you have time to get a shot up
“that’s the fragility of many things, here it’s the playoffs”
What is the makeup of a high level free agent? Shooter? Floor spreader? 
for the first time since I’ve been here, there’s tremendous clarity on roster, no mystery of Ben Simmons skill package or what Embiid has
what complements that? drape those qualities over the free agent market and say, “yep, that fits him.” we’ll make our own assessments but I’m not here to name names
Follow-up effort about the free agent question, specifically about Ben not playing with another ball-dominant perimeter player (LEBRON JAMES):
“if this player you’re describing was great, we’d figure it out, truly. we’d figure stuff out. it’s as honest and simple as I can answer that.”
Brett Brown https://t.co/GkdZrSS0bX
— Kevin Kinkead (@Kevin_Kinkead) May 11, 2018
Bryan Colangelo
Opening statement:
had a great year, lot of things were accomplished, but we’ve got so much more to do
coaches and players did a tremendous job and deserve a lot of credit
we’ve got flexibility built into our plan, ability to improve this team this year, but if we decide to defer, we could wait until 2019 free agency, have optionality with both years and been diligent protecting that, if we feel like there’s a deal to improve our team then we’ll more forward, want “sustainable winning”
On adding a high-level free agent: 
would agree that team needs to add something to get better, but great young core that continues to improve, Celtics series was worst you’ll see them play
i’ll say “talent, not free agent,” talent comes in many forms whether its trade, etc, we have cap room to explore any and all options
but to say this group can do it now, they obviously proved that they cannot, adding more talent or another piece is something we’re striving for
have about $25m in cap flexibility right now if they go for a free agent now, “does require some sacrifice,” will know more after draft lottery to find out where draft slots are
in order to use full cap flex, will have to “renounce” JJ, Ersan, Marco, and/or Amir. those four were a “big chunk of our production” at the end of the season, replacing that is difficult, would love to have all for back, but picture is not likely
Markelle Fultz playing in the summer league:
been aware of this topic, season just ended a few days ago and need to finalize a summer plan for him. Thursday meetings were more of a surface level discussion, exploring “various other hires” for basketball program and organization, may or may not factor into his development
summer league is “on the table” but need to discuss more with him and his agent and reps and everyone else
On Markelle working with his own people in the summer and keeping tabs on him when he’s not with the team: 
people train with various people, our coaches have done a great job, he’s come a long way, I’ve often said he’s not completely there yet, with respect to his offseason and where he trains, we’re still working out those details, our coaches, for the most part, will always be present
guys like to go to gyms and have a friend or former trainer rebound for them, we’re okay with that as long as it fits our plan for developing his game
On Brett Brown’s contract and how he did as a coach this year:
Spoken with Brett on a few occasions to let him know that it’s the intention to sit down and discuss a contract extension for him. Don’t think it’s healthy for a coach to go into a season with one year on their contract.
“Hopeful” to sit down and discuss his situation. “He realizes how much we value him as the coach of this program.
Brett does have what it takes to coach this basketball team, everybody asked if I’d give him the opportunity to coach – absolutely, he deserved the opportunity to coach better talent and finish the job, he’s going “a very good job, which is why we will be talking about a contract extension at the appropriate time.”
On T.J. McConnell:
his option will be exercised
  On Jonah Bolden:
has an NBA out clause in his contract, is able to leave Maccabi and join the Sixers
  On Furkan Korkmaz and Timothe Luwawu-Cabarrot:
injuries set both players back, but they aren’t being forgotten from a development standpoint
both will likely play for their countries during international qualification this summer
Korkmaz added 20 pounds to his frame, but not all good pounds, still thinks he’s a young and bright talent, more likely to play summer league than TLC
On the Boston series:
this series with Boston was a bit of a wake up call, adjustments were made, it “exposed us to some degree, individual and team weaknesses” and we all have to learn from that.
no issues selecting Fultz over Jayson Tatum, very complimentary of what Tatum did in the playoffs (what the fuck else is he supposed to say anyway?)
That’s about it for Colangelo. He was asked at least 7-9 questions about Markelle Fultz specifically, so I’ll go back in and dig those up for a story sometime next week. For now, here’s the video:
Colangelo https://t.co/BLntKWsFYh
— Kevin Kinkead (@Kevin_Kinkead) May 11, 2018
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In advance of you transfer from a typical therapeutic massage to an erotic massage, check with her if it truly is alright. Usually she will say indeed if she is into you. But if you are not confident if you really should changeover into an erotic therapeutic massage, stop and then ask her if it really is all right to touch right here or there to prevent any embarrassing and uncomfortable moments. Increasing your therapeutic massage strategy You must insert erotic massaging to your "lady pleaser" repertoire if your target is to seduce and satisfy gals. Now to perform on your approach you are likely to need some support from the experts. What you can do is pick up a pair of dirt-inexpensive books on 50 percent.com and discover the basic principles of erotic massages. I essentially make recommendations on my internet site. Some massaging guidelines for newbies Usually be ready... If you are arranging a therapeutic massage you should be absolutely sure you can go through your total program uninterrupted. No mobile phone phone calls or similar forms of disturbances. Assure yourself that you will have at least an hour of cost-free time (possibly far more because sex normally follows erotic massages). Be geared up prior to offering a therapeutic massage. Set the ideal atmosphere by building confident the area is heat and some enjoyable songs (i.e. Sade) is taking part in in the history. If you are going to enjoy music, make positive you use a CD and have it programmed to repeat disc(s) so that it plays right through with out stopping. Once once more it truly is about rhythm... there nothing at all worst than possessing to attain more than and adjust the track or station. When you have everything established up nicely she will see that you are a romantic male who puts a ton imagined into pleasing a girl. That is additional than she can say about any other man she has been with, I wager. Will not overlook your warmth warming massage oils. Keep the therapeutic massage oils in an simple-to-attain site just incase you have to reapply. You do not want a split in rhythm. You must also don't forget to have thoroughly clean hands. Make confident your arms are clear and fingernails are slice. Use mild apparel (if you determine to wear any) when offering or receiving a therapeutic massage. I typically massage females on a bed or desk but you can also do it on the floor so long as you have loads of towels, sheets, and pillows to make the floor as relaxed as achievable. Before you commence a full-blown erotic massage, your target should be to get her as peaceful as doable. Notify her to close her eyes and breath deeply. Inquire her the moment each and every so frequently if it feels excellent or if there is everything she would like. For example, inquire her if you ought to go quicker or slower-- use additional or much less force. When you shell out interest to what a girl wants she will be even far more turned on. You have to always have at minimum one particular hand on her entire body in no way eliminate contact. Transfer quite slowly and gradually even though making a good rhythm. Keep in mind, the key is to go from a normal therapeutic massage (back, neck, and arms) into an erotic massage (focusing on her breasts, interior thighs, clitoris, and G-place). Start out on the non-sexual areas then shift you operate closer and nearer to her erogenous zones. You want her to foresee your contact as significantly as attainable. As you get to the more delicate locations consider making use of your fingertips to bit by bit glide in excess of her pores and skin to get all those goose bumps likely. Use your thumbs and palms for the larger parts of her human body. As you obtain knowledge you will discover that some destinations need to have to be touched more firmly (the buttocks and thighs), when other spots will only need light-weight touches (breasts and vulva). "So in which must I begin?" Even though there is no proper or mistaken location to start out a therapeutic massage, I observed the very best location to start off massages is with the ft. You can want to start off at her feet and then perform your way up her overall body. Due to the fact the ft has thousands of nerve endings, she will really feel quite a few sensations if you massage her feet the suitable way. Use your thumbs in round motions on the base and leading of her toes. Her back is another place that you need to have to spend awareness to. Utilizing your palms, slowly and gradually make circular motions in reverse instructions although applying slight stress with your body. The subsequent focus on ought to be the again of her thighs (so have her lie on her belly for this). This is an particularly erotic location that generally goes unnoticed.
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morbidnun-blog · 6 years
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Use Erotic Massages to Make Just about every Date an Instantaneous Good results
erotické masáže Praha Gentleman, start her engine As an athlete I get massages to soothe sore, tired muscles all the time. Massages not only soothes muscle tissues, it also soothes the mind, leading to you to relax--much like meditation. But with a slight adjust in technique, you can flip typical massages into erotic massages. This kind of massage can be utilized to change on any girl. Even if it can be just for a solitary evening, the females you give these erotic, whole-human body massages to will be mentally related to you. That's why, creating orgasms an less difficult goal. Here is why you should study how to give erotic massages An erotic therapeutic massage is an exceptional seduction method. I have discovered how to become a fantastic masseur and since of this I have the ability to switch nearly any day into an immediate accomplishment. Everytime I therapeutic massage the women I'm with we usually conclude up obtaining unforgettable intercourse. It would seem as if women get extremely-delicate to the contact following an erotic therapeutic massage everything is heightened--from her thoughts to her physique sensitivity. Getting affected person pays off You should be patient when dealing with girls. Massages go hand in hand with the way a woman's head and body operates: they both need to be worked little by little and with treatment. Since ladies can get wherever from twenty-45 minutes to get entirely aroused, a therapeutic massage is the ideal way to get her "juices" flowing. Just picture starting up off with a harmless therapeutic massage: "You brain if I give you a foot therapeutic massage, Ruby?" then gradually shifting into an erotic therapeutic massage. You will be acquiring super very hot sexual intercourse with her by the time you're halfway through your program because she will be so aroused. Seems wonderful will not it? Warning! Ahead of you transfer from a typical therapeutic massage to an erotic therapeutic massage, question her if it is okay. Typically she will say certainly if she is into you. But if you are not absolutely sure if you really should transition into an erotic massage, stop and then inquire her if it can be all suitable to touch right here or there to avoid any uncomfortable and awkward moments. Increasing your massage method You should add erotic massaging to your "lady pleaser" repertoire if your objective is to seduce and fulfill girls. Now to perform on your procedure you are likely to will need some enable from the pros. What you can do is decide on up a couple of dirt-low cost publications on 50 percent.com and learn the basics of erotic massages. I actually make suggestions on my site. Some massaging tips for newbies Generally be organized... If you are planning a therapeutic massage remember to be certain you can go by your complete regimen uninterrupted. No phone calls or very similar varieties of disturbances. Guarantee by yourself that you will have at least an hour of free of charge time (it's possible more because sex normally follows erotic massages). Be geared up before offering a massage. Set the best atmosphere by creating confident the space is warm and some pleasurable music (i.e. Sade) is enjoying in the background. If you are going to play music, make positive you use a CD and have it programmed to repeat disc(s) so that it plays proper by way of with out stopping. After once more it truly is about rhythm... there nothing at all worst than having to access more than and modify the music or station. When you have everything established up properly she will see that you are a intimate person who places a ton considered into satisfying a lady. That is more than she can say about any other gentleman she has been with, I bet. Really don't neglect your heat warming therapeutic massage oils. Hold the massage oils in an straightforward-to-reach spot just incase you have to reapply. You don't want a break in rhythm. You should also remember to have clean palms. Make certain your hands are clean and fingernails are minimize. Don light apparel (if you come to a decision to put on any) when providing or receiving a therapeutic massage. I normally therapeutic massage gals on a bed or desk but you can also do it on the flooring so extended as you have lots of towels, sheets, and pillows to make the area as comfortable as attainable. Just before you start a complete-blown erotic massage, your aim really should be to get her as calm as attainable. Notify her to close her eyes and breath deeply. Inquire her once each so generally if it feels very good or if there is something she wants. For illustration, check with her if you must go more quickly or slower-- use a lot more or a lot less stress. When you fork out awareness to what a girl wants she will be even more turned on. You have to always have at the very least one hand on her human body never shed contact. Go very bit by bit although making a great rhythm. Recall, the crucial is to go from a typical therapeutic massage (back, neck, and arms) into an erotic massage (focusing on her breasts, inner thighs, clitoris, and G-spot). Start on the non-sexual regions then go you operate closer and nearer to her erogenous zones. You want her to foresee your contact as significantly as attainable. As you get to the much more delicate regions try out utilizing your fingertips to bit by bit glide above her pores and skin to get those goose bumps heading. Use your thumbs and palms for the more substantial portions of her human body. As you obtain encounter you will find that some areas need to be touched additional firmly (the buttocks and thighs), although other destinations will only need light-weight touches (breasts and vulva). "So the place really should I commence?" Even though there is no appropriate or mistaken spot to start off a massage, I identified the finest location to start off massages is with the ft. You are going to want to start off at her feet and then perform your way up her physique. Because the toes has thousands of nerve endings, she will come to feel several sensations if you massage her toes the appropriate way. Use your thumbs in round motions on the base and top of her feet. Her again is an additional region that you will need to shell out interest to. Utilizing your palms, slowly and gradually make circular motions in reverse instructions when implementing slight tension with your overall body. The following target really should be the again of her thighs (so have her lie on her abdomen for this). This is an really erotic area that generally goes unnoticed.
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yasunope-blog · 6 years
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Use Erotic Massages to Make Each Date an Instant Results
erotické masáže Praha Gentleman, start her engine As an athlete I get massages to soothe sore, tired muscle tissue all the time. Massages not only soothes muscle tissue, it also soothes the brain, causing you to unwind--much like meditation. But with a slight modify in approach, you can change standard massages into erotic massages. This kind of therapeutic massage can be utilized to change on any girl. Even if it really is just for a single night time, the women you give these erotic, complete-body massages to will be mentally related to you. Hence, producing orgasms an simpler goal. Here is why you need to learn how to give erotic massages An erotic therapeutic massage is an exceptional seduction method. I have discovered how to turn out to be a fantastic masseur and mainly because of this I have the skill to change practically any day into an immediate achievement. Everytime I therapeutic massage the girls I am with we commonly conclude up having unforgettable sexual intercourse. It seems as if gals get ultra-sensitive to the touch following an erotic massage anything is heightened--from her feelings to her human body sensitivity. Being affected individual pays off You ought to be client when dealing with gals. Massages go hand in hand with the way a woman's head and overall body operates: they both ought to be worked gradually and with care. Because girls can take any place from 20-45 minutes to get fully aroused, a massage is the perfect way to get her "juices" flowing. Just picture starting off with a harmless massage: "You mind if I give you a foot massage, Ruby?" then slowly moving into an erotic therapeutic massage. You will be obtaining super scorching sex with her by the time you are halfway by your schedule since she will be so aroused. Appears wonderful will not it? Warning! In advance of you shift from a standard massage to an erotic massage, ask her if it's alright. Usually she will say certainly if she is into you. But if you are not positive if you must changeover into an erotic massage, stop and then request her if it can be all appropriate to contact in this article or there to avoid any uncomfortable and awkward times. Improving your therapeutic massage method You ought to add erotic massaging to your "woman pleaser" repertoire if your objective is to seduce and fulfill females. Now to operate on your strategy you are going to need to have some enable from the pros. What you can do is decide up a few of dust-affordable books on 50 %.com and study the essentials of erotic massages. I actually make suggestions on my web site. Some massaging ideas for novices Usually be well prepared... If you are arranging a massage remember to be positive you can go by way of your complete regime uninterrupted. No telephone phone calls or similar kinds of disturbances. Assure yourself that you will have at the very least an hour of cost-free time (it's possible more because sex usually follows erotic massages). Be well prepared before offering a massage. Established the ideal atmosphere by generating certain the home is warm and some pleasurable audio (i.e. Sade) is taking part in in the background. If you are likely to enjoy songs, make sure you use a CD and have it programmed to repeat disc(s) so that it plays appropriate by way of devoid of halting. The moment again it really is about rhythm... there absolutely nothing worst than possessing to attain more than and alter the tune or station. When you have everything set up properly she will see that you are a passionate gentleman who puts a ton assumed into satisfying a woman. Which is far more than she can say about any other guy she has been with, I wager. Never forget your heat warming massage oils. Preserve the therapeutic massage oils in an easy-to-get to place just incase you have to reapply. You do not want a crack in rhythm. You ought to also recall to have clean arms. Make positive your palms are thoroughly clean and fingernails are cut. Put on light outfits (if you determine to dress in any) when providing or receiving a therapeutic massage. I commonly therapeutic massage gals on a bed or desk but you can also do it on the flooring so extended as you have lots of towels, sheets, and pillows to make the area as cozy as doable. Prior to you start off a complete-blown erotic therapeutic massage, your aim ought to be to get her as calm as possible. Inform her to shut her eyes and breath deeply. Check with her once each and every so usually if it feels excellent or if there is anything at all she would like. For example, question her if you must go faster or slower-- use more or considerably less strain. When you pay interest to what a lady would like she will be even a lot more turned on. You have to often have at least one hand on her overall body never lose speak to. Go incredibly bit by bit when building a great rhythm. Recall, the essential is to go from a typical massage (back again, neck, and arms) into an erotic therapeutic massage (concentrating on her breasts, internal thighs, clitoris, and G-location). Start on the non-sexual regions then go you operate closer and closer to her erogenous zones. You want her to anticipate your touch as substantially as achievable. As you get to the more delicate locations attempt using your fingertips to gradually glide in excess of her pores and skin to get all those goose bumps heading. Use your thumbs and palms for the greater portions of her entire body. As you get practical experience you will locate that some areas will need to be touched additional firmly (the buttocks and thighs), whilst other destinations will only require light-weight touches (breasts and vulva). "So wherever should I start off?" Although there is no proper or mistaken place to begin a massage, I identified the greatest place to begin massages is with the toes. You may want to commence at her ft and then work your way up her body. Since the toes has hundreds of nerve endings, she will feel many sensations if you massage her toes the proper way. Use your thumbs in round motions on the bottom and top of her feet. Her back is another location that you will need to pay out consideration to. Utilizing your palms, gradually make circular motions in opposite directions although implementing slight stress with your human body. The next target should be the again of her thighs (so have her lie on her abdomen for this). This is an really erotic area that usually goes unnoticed.
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Use Erotic Massages to Make Every single Date an Immediate Success
erotic massage Prague Gentleman, start off her motor As an athlete I get massages to soothe sore, exhausted muscle groups all the time. Massages not only soothes muscle tissues, it also soothes the brain, triggering you to unwind--significantly like meditation. But with a slight modify in method, you can switch common massages into erotic massages. This variety of therapeutic massage can be applied to flip on any female. Even if it can be just for a single night time, the ladies you give these erotic, entire-body massages to will be mentally connected to you. For this reason, building orgasms an much easier objective. Listed here is why you need to learn how to give erotic massages An erotic therapeutic massage is an exceptional seduction strategy. I have figured out how to grow to be a great masseur and due to the fact of this I have the capacity to change nearly any day into an quick accomplishment. Everytime I therapeutic massage the females I'm with we commonly conclude up having unforgettable sex. It appears to be as if gals get extremely-sensitive to the contact after an erotic massage almost everything is heightened--from her feelings to her physique sensitivity. Being individual pays off You ought to be patient when dealing with ladies. Massages go hand in hand with the way a woman's head and entire body operates: they both should be labored slowly and gradually and with care. Since ladies can acquire any place from 20-forty five minutes to get entirely aroused, a massage is the excellent way to get her "juices" flowing. Just imagine commencing off with a harmless massage: "You thoughts if I give you a foot massage, Ruby?" then steadily shifting into an erotic therapeutic massage. You will be acquiring tremendous incredibly hot sex with her by the time you might be halfway by your routine since she will be so aroused. Seems fantastic will not it? Warning! Ahead of you go from a regular therapeutic massage to an erotic massage, request her if it's okay. Commonly she will say of course if she is into you. But if you are not certain if you ought to transition into an erotic massage, halt and then ask her if it truly is all right to contact right here or there to steer clear of any uncomfortable and uncomfortable times. Bettering your therapeutic massage technique You should include erotic massaging to your "lady pleaser" repertoire if your aim is to seduce and fulfill gals. Now to work on your approach you are going to want some enable from the specialists. What you can do is select up a few of dust-inexpensive publications on Fifty percent.com and understand the basics of erotic massages. I essentially make suggestions on my website. Some massaging tips for newcomers Constantly be prepared... If you are organizing a therapeutic massage be sure to be absolutely sure you can go by way of your overall program uninterrupted. No phone calls or comparable sorts of disturbances. Assure your self that you will have at least an hour of totally free time (perhaps more mainly because intercourse typically follows erotic massages). Be ready prior to providing a therapeutic massage. Established the ideal ambiance by building absolutely sure the home is heat and some nice songs (i.e. Sade) is actively playing in the background. If you are likely to enjoy audio, make absolutely sure you use a CD and have it programmed to repeat disc(s) so that it plays appropriate via without halting. Once all over again it truly is about rhythm... there practically nothing worst than having to access more than and alter the song or station. When you have everything set up nicely she will see that you are a romantic man who places a good deal considered into satisfying a female. That is a lot more than she can say about any other man she has been with, I wager. Never forget about your warmth warming massage oils. Keep the therapeutic massage oils in an uncomplicated-to-achieve area just incase you have to reapply. You don't want a split in rhythm. You must also recall to have cleanse arms. Make positive your fingers are cleanse and fingernails are reduce. Wear light-weight clothes (if you choose to use any) when providing or acquiring a therapeutic massage. I generally therapeutic massage gals on a mattress or desk but you can also do it on the ground so lengthy as you have lots of towels, sheets, and pillows to make the surface as comfortable as possible. Ahead of you start a total-blown erotic therapeutic massage, your aim must be to get her as comfortable as possible. Inform her to shut her eyes and breath deeply. Request her when just about every so often if it feels excellent or if there is something she needs. For illustration, inquire her if you must go more rapidly or slower-- use additional or less tension. When you pay awareness to what a female wants she will be even far more turned on. You have to usually have at minimum one hand on her human body never lose contact. Transfer incredibly gradually while developing a great rhythm. Recall, the crucial is to go from a normal massage (again, neck, and arms) into an erotic therapeutic massage (concentrating on her breasts, interior thighs, clitoris, and G-place). Start out on the non-sexual locations then move you operate nearer and closer to her erogenous zones. You want her to anticipate your touch as considerably as attainable. As you get to the far more delicate regions consider working with your fingertips to bit by bit glide above her pores and skin to get these goose bumps going. Use your thumbs and palms for the much larger portions of her body. As you achieve practical experience you will uncover that some locations need to have to be touched additional firmly (the buttocks and thighs), when other spots will only will need light-weight touches (breasts and vulva). "So where really should I start out?" Whilst there is no proper or wrong location to start off a therapeutic massage, I identified the greatest position to commence massages is with the toes. You are going to want to start out at her feet and then perform your way up her overall body. Because the toes has hundreds of nerve endings, she will feel quite a few sensations if you massage her ft the correct way. Use your thumbs in circular motions on the base and top of her ft. Her again is one more location that you need to have to pay attention to. Using your palms, bit by bit make round motions in reverse instructions whilst making use of slight pressure with your entire body. The following target must be the back of her thighs (so have her lie on her stomach for this). This is an extremely erotic location that commonly goes unnoticed.
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