#((sQUEEZES jiu jiu like a pillow))

[pctaldrunk]

her!!! greatest!!! fear!!! is!!! snakes!!!!!!!!! and she had to throw herself in a giant snake pit to steal a prize she already w o n w/ her own sweat and blood!!!!!!

[unholydeukae]

Um... first time asking for something like this but could I request a Jiyoo one. A down bad Yoohyeon(GP) stroking herself at the dorm while looking at some of the recent images of JiU during this comeback, please?

Hi there, of course you can, hope you like it 🙂

I took inspiration from this one, though I couldn't decide which outfit of hers was better, they really outdid themselves this comeback.

We All Need Some Love - part 1

Maybe she should have thought better than wearing jorts that day, especially when their stylist chose to give her dear leader another deadly outfit. She doesn’t know if she hates more them or Jiu for being ridiculously attractive at any given moment… even asleep, drooling on her shoulder, on their way back from their showcase.

How could she resist her puppy eyes? She’s not God’s strongest soldier, heck, she’s just the village’s fool and-

A hand falls on her lap during a turn and she chokes back a groan when it lands square on her dick. And, just like that, her problem is just getting bigger and bigger.

When they stop in front of their building she regretfully wakes her up, regretting it immensely more when Jiu inadvertently squeezes on her bulge before straightening up, giving her a sleepy smile and grumbling an apology and 'thank you' before following Handong out of the van.

Yoohyeon takes a moment to gather herself, then with a groan she gets out and slouches a little on her way in, garnering Gahyun and Dami’s confused and worried gazes.

When they get in, she stammers an excuse and scrambles in her room before the others can ask her what’s wrong and she sighs in relief when she manages to get out of her jorts- well, Siyeon’s, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her- she tries to will her dick down, even with a cold shower, but once she’s in bed she’s tossing and turning, her body is exhausted from the last few days but her mind and dick won’t let her rest.

Whining, she rolls on her back and grabs her pillow to muffle her sounds, hating how she knows what she has to do.

She pushes herself up on her elbows, straining her ear and sighing relieved when she hears them talking loudly over the phone, with Siyeon. The thought gives her a pang in her heart, but she has to prioritize things.

So sitting against the wall she grabs her phone and glances once at the door before unlocking the screen and going into the gallery, where she may or may not have a folder of this last comeback just with Jiu’s photos and fancams.

The first of many is Jiu with the white outfit from the jacket- her dick twitches in her boxers so she reaches down, gently massaging herself, her body slowly going slack while a fire flickers to life in her belly. “Shit…” she mumbles, her eyes roaming all over her imposing figure.

Gradually, as she goes through her folder, she feels herself getting harder and hotter. Taking a moment from her phone, she takes off her skimpy singlet and returns to her self-loving. For a second she considers asking Jiu herself if she could help her -after all it’s her job as a leader to help her members out- but that thought is immediately shut down remembering how exhausted she has been, stressed both by the comeback and Signie’s hiatus.

When it starts to get too tight for her liking, she slips her cock through the hole of her boxers and spits in her hand before wrapping it around the shaft, imagining it’s a slightly bigger one gripping her. As she begins stroking herself, she swipes her thumb over the head, catching the precum that started pooling on top of it and smearing it around.

Going slow, she takes her time, twisting right under the head before sliding down, biting her lip to keep herself from making sounds. The voices out of her door are still strong, but she notices that Gahyun’s isn’t between them, instead there are suspicious sounds coming from her room, filtering through the wall between them.

Ignoring it, she focuses on her saved photos and the deeper she goes the tighter the coil in her lower belly gets, her thighs start twitching, her legs squirm around pushing the light sheet lower, knowing she’s going to burst soon, she let’s go of the phone, letting it land on her tummy and closes her eyes, thinking of their last show and how much skin Jiu was displaying.

How the thin button up slipped letting Yoohyeon see her muscular back and shoulders, wishing she could be biting them, marking her up- then when they faced each other, her eyes dropped to her chest and belly, the latter flexing so much thanks to the choreography, inviting her to mark her there too, but with her cum…

Just as that thought crosses her mind, she groans, straining her neck as she throws her head back, the coil finally snapping with her hips bucking against her hand and thick, white ropes erupting from her cock, landing on her trembling abs, her phone, her hand and some staining her boxers.

Sliding down her bed, she pants until she rests her head on the pillow. Finally her tension has found a way out-

A sigh from her right startles her awake and turning around she feels herself dying inside when she finds the reason she needed to rub one out, looking… disappointed?

“U-unnie?” She croaks out, trying to hide her phone, but ultimately signing her demise as it catches her attention and the pout turns into a smirk.

“Did I cause this?” She asks approaching the ladder, as she starts climbing it she grumbles, “I hoped to catch you red handed, so I could ‘give you a hand’ so to speak-” she kneels between her legs, licking her lips at the sight beneath her “-maybe you could give me one more? You won’t need to do anything, baby.”

Her dick twitches, betraying her, and this time Yoohyeon can’t bring herself to hate it.

[touchoflaughter]

IRL Tickle Story Time!

Read below the cut 🤭⤵️

So this one’s about my really good childhood friend that’s still one of my closest friends.

Yesterday we’ve been on a walk with my dog and I teased him about something he just said while putting my arm around his shoulders. He put his arm around my waist, as if he wanted to be chummy and hug me back but instead he deceitfully got back at me by squeezing my side as many times as possible, before I managed to get away.

Well I let him get away with it since I started the little argument but he really wanted to test the limits that evening!

Later, my bf had friends over as well but they had a game going on in the room next to us, we decided to play some Mario Cart.

He gave me some pokes here and there randomly. Not that he needed a distraction. Tickling me has always been his little entertaining program. I have to admit that I sucked, even without the distraction. I didn’t win one single match. Tbh I’m not used to being the loser. Not at all. I realized, I suck at loosing even more than at the game when I threw my body upon him mid game, to block his sight. He wasn’t amused about my cheating attempt and tried to fight me off while keeping his lead. But no matter what he tried, I stayed on top of him, catching up slowly but surely. Ofc he couldn’t let that happen so he threw his controller away for a sec and clawed into my sides aggressively: “Off of me, cheater!”

Now I had to give up and hurried away. (Not so) Fun Fact: I actually lost even this game and got pretty fed up when he laughed at me, saying that I wouldn’t even have a chance cheating.

Like, excuse me?? Never make fun of a sore loser!

I threw a pillow at him, that hit his face just perfectly. I may be bad at Mario Cart but I’m a champion when it comes to being a pain in the a$$ 😈

But did I consider that he’s not only an experienced martial artist and power lifter but also a member of the special operations forces? I did not.

He slowly turned his head into my direction with a warning glance on his face and I knew I was screwed. I immediately thought about Jon (my bf) and his friends next door. He tolerates my friend but I got the feeling he never liked him much, because he once had a crush on me (that has probably never gone away completely). So Jon would definitely hate the sight of me being pinned down and tickled by him. I had to do everything in my powers to prevent him from tickling me. Since can’t keep my mouth shut when being tickled and Jon would notice.

When I still tried to think about a solution, the first pillow hit me with so much power, I lost my balance and fell on my back. He immediately fired four more pillows at me, then he grabbed my arm to trap me in an ‘armbar’ (a Jiu-Jitsu technique). Luckily I knew this technique pretty well, since it was my favorite move when I performed this martial art years ago. So I knew exactly how to dodge it. I easily slipped out of his grip and pounced on him: “Are you actually trying to defeat me with Jiu Jitsu?!”

I threw a pillow in his face and laughed: “You should’ve known better!”

“Right.”, he snarled and I felt his hands at my sides again. Oh no.

I tried to keep my mouth shut while getting off of him but he followed me and immediately turned the tables by pouncing on me. A few seconds later he was sitting on my waist, almost choking me with a pillow and I knew too damn well what would happen next. So I had to act even faster: I blindly grabbed him by the waist and started scribbling over his stone hard torso.

Guys I’m so weak for strong, tough men crumbling down because of a little tickling 🫠 it really got me when he was forced to let go of me only to get away from my wiggling fingers. It was the cutest! 😩 I grow a huge liking for being the Ler these days 🥰 He was giggling and squealing like a little kid.

I was floating on cloud nine and would’ve loved to go on but he quickly disappeared and I knew he’d overpower me and tickle me to hell and back if I dare to attack him again. So we made a peace agreement but it was kinda revealing how quickly he raised the white flag when I tickled him. I guess I gotta try again soon 🤭

After a while I finally won my first (and last 😩) game and right when I celebrated my great victory he pounced on me to destroy it with a tickle attack. Who’s the sore loser now, huh? I only won one single time and he couldn’t take it!

As you can see our friendship has plenty of space for tickling and I guess it’s time I take part more actively since he’s definitely the most ticklish of all of my friends and therefore the easiest target, despite all that muscle. Wish me luck 🍀🤞🏽

X Aphro

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 21st [JiU + Dacryphilia] (also insecurities)

[9:12] You lifted your head from the comfy spot on the pillows as Minji came into the room. You had your biggest possible hoodie covering your body, pants kicked off the second you came through the door and legs under the covers. Phone in hand you were scrolling through videos, not really taking in anything and simply looking for some kind of distraction.

Minji met your gaze with a frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, rolling onto your side towards the wall.

Minji put down her bag and kicked her own jeans off on the way to the bed. You snuggled under the covers more and avoided her eyes even more. She climbed in with you and cuddled up next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. She pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.

“So you don’t want to talk about it, then?”

“Nothing to talk about,” you said quickly. Truthfully you were trying to avoid any and all thoughts at the moment so opening a conversation wasn’t really on your to do list even if you knew Minji would know something was up the moment she got home.

“Alright,” she squeezed you in a hug before pressing a few kisses to the back of your neck. “Can I talk to you then?”

“Sure,” you sighed, putting down your phone and grabbing a pillow to hold.

“I missed you today,” she hummed, nuzzling into your neck. She slipped her hand under your shirt just to touch your skin, to feel closer. 

You hummed in response and she continued.

“I kept thinking about you, my pretty baby. I wanted to come and be next to you like this.” You squirmed a little in her grasp. Of course she knew you well, she knew the things that made you upset or insecure and it didn’t surprise you that she so easily guessed the source of your sour mood.

“You’re such a wonderful partner,” she hummed against your skin. “The amount of times I’ve come home exhausted and you have dinner ready. You keep the apartment so neat when I can’t. You make sure Cherry is happy and cared for when my schedule gets busy.”

“I’m not that great,” you mumbled, finally voicing one of the thoughts that had been running through your mind.

“Baby, I don’t know what you think a good partner needs to do but in my eyes you exceed every expectation. You take care of me, you listen to me, you show me how much you love me. What else do you think I could need?”

“Someone more…” You didn’t want to say the words, lest speaking them aloud make them more true.

“More…?” You had a hunch she knew already.

“More… in your league.” The cleverest way you had to circumvent saying the words fully.

“I don’t think there’s anything I could want that you don’t have,” she murmured against your neck. Her hand wandered along your body, down to your thighs. “You don’t get how stunning you are. From your pretty thighs that I love to look at when you walk.” Her hand slipped up your side. “To the pretty curve of your waist, the way it makes the sheets dip and I can see your form while you lie in bed. Something I can admire even when I come home too late and try not to wake you while you sleep.”

You wanted at once to curl in on yourself and to soak in every bit of praise she had to give you. Some part of your brain was rejecting everything she had to say while another was desperately clinging to every word. You pressed back against her a little more, feeling her lips smile as she pressed more kisses to your neck and shoulders.

Her hand came up, gently wrapping around your neck and making you sigh. “I love your voice so much. Do you know how comforting it is? I feel so much love and relief at the end of the day when I hear you say my name. I love the way you laugh even if my joke was bad. I love how you sound so loving and kind when I’ve had a hard day and you’re comforting me. I love the excitement in your voice when you have news to share with me. I love all of it.”

You squirmed a little again, truly realizing how much she had noticed these little things about you and unsure how to handle the emotions starting to well up inside you. 

“I love the way your eyes sparkle when you’re happy,” she hummed, poking your cheeks. “I love the way your lips and cheeks pull into a smile. And I love the taste of your lips, but you know that.”

She earned a faint giggle from you at her words. Her other arm came around you and snuggled into her embrace even more as her fingers came down your chest. 

“I love the way you smell, always so sweet and always comforting. Your smell makes me think of home now and I wouldn't have it any other way.”

She drew her fingers over your chest, drawing a breath from you and your body feeling more sensitive in that moment. You relished in the closeness with her now, reeling in her seemingly endless list of things she’d noticed and loved about you that you just couldn’t fathom.

“This must be one of my favourite things,” she hummed, gently squeezing your breast, “And not just because you make cute sounds when I play with them.” She pressed a long kiss to your neck that made you sigh before continuing, her fingers lazily playing with your nipples, simply to make you feel good and to feel close to you.

“I love laying on your chest, you’re soft and sweet and I can forget about everything when I’m close to you, like my own personal haven or sanctuary.”

You bit down on your lip, the sparks of sensation from her fingers both arousing you and confusing the mess of emotions you were feeling. You struggled to keep your breathing even, ignoring the small lump in your throat and trying to swallow it down.

“I can hear your heartbeat when I’m here. I can feel close to you and just hearing you I know you’re there even as I sleep. You bring me so much comfort, just being here for me, knowing your arms will be wrapped around me again, knowing I can press my ear to your chest and hear your heart beating, knowing that no matter what I can come home to you is truly what gets me through the hardest days. When you give me all of that, when I love all of that, how could I want anyone else? How could anyone else come close?”

You hid your face in the pillow you’d been holding as tears spilled over. Everything from her words to the sensation of her touching your chest to her closeness to trying to process all of it had finally overwhelmed you. She moved her hands and wrapped you in a tight hug, letting you cry and both of you knowing you’d be ready to talk after.

“I love you,” she hummed. “So so much.”

“I love you too,” you sniffed.

[hatsumaki45]

Wait || JiU alpha x Yoohyeon omega

The pain was unbearable, and it showed in the way Yoohyeon writhed, the pillow between her legs completely flat no longer served as comfort and the cramps in her lower stomach area loudly reminded her of the arrival of her heat. Or, rather, the absence of her alpha at that moment.

She had been waiting for her for hours, the bed was a mess and the clothes strewn everywhere cast doubt on the winter weather. Yoohyeon was hot and sweaty, riding the feather bag so restlessly that she failed to make out the laurel scent until the door to the room opened.

Minji paused in the doorframe and watched her as she finished removing her shirt. The warm aroma filled the room quickly, making Yoohyeon even more desperate with the sight of the hard member under the dress pants. With shaky movements and legs on the verge of failing the Omega climbed off the bed in Minji's direction. The ease with which her alpha lifted her up immediately caused her back to hit the wall and her intimacy to feel the phallus throbbing hard between her legs.

The moan came out of her mouth without permission and became even louder as Minji began to rub herself. It didn't take long for her to spread kisses and bites all over her Omega's neck either, returning again and again to the mark of belonging.

Soon that was not enough, the pain of her member and the moans she heard in the room had relief. Minji laid her down on the bed, undid her pants and began to penetrate her until her massive length was all the way in. For Yoohyeon that was all it took to be on the verge of.orgasm, she had wanted so badly to be filled that now that was all she needed, the sight of her girlfriend shadowing her didn't help matters, her taut abs, defined arms and sharp fangs melted her, shit that hungry look framed by the long jet stream let her know that this was just the beginning.

The onslaughts became frantic, wild and deliciously deep, each of her walls felt the swollen veins caressing her, the strokes to her sweet spot and the hand stimulating her clit were a fucking glory, the orgasm hit her, yet Minji mantivo6en the peak without stopping, procuring Yoohyeon to assimilate it completely. Not in vain the younger girl's walls squeezed her tighter and tighter, made her slowly delirious until a guttural grunt came from her mouth and, with it, the thick seed that filled Yoohyeon's loins.

The knot formed, holding the joint together, making the Omega moan from the hot, thick liquid inside her. Droplets of her own orgasm kept sliding down her intimacy, and it was when Minji brought her thighs over her chest that she understood what she was about to do. Minji brought her thighs to his chest.

Minji brought her hand to her anus to begin stimulating it as well, even though by that point it was already thoroughly lubricated. She found it easy to get one finger in and tried two, noticing that the Omega moaned her name between thrusts. A third finger followed suit, turning Yoohyeon into a disaster completely.

The knot undone, Minji flipped her over and penetrated her again, this time filling her ass with his cock as she placed a vibrator in his girlfriend's pussy, the semen lingering inside and the vibrations began to make it even more intense, especially from the hesitant lunges Minji was lambasting her ass. And it was so delicious, being filled with her alpha, having her inside as she slowly began to feel it on her back.

The weight sank her into the mattress and made her arms fail, now the penetration felt so much deeper and her cries were drowned out by the pillow in her mouth. Minji's name was drowned out even so, and the alpha's grunts were becoming clearer.

-Do you like it, puppy?

[dark-night-insomniac]

Dreamcatcher

|Reaction to their s/o holding their hand while they’re asleep

JIU

You came to the dorm today after you had a bad day. You entered and were immediately in your girlfriend's arms. You breathed shakely before she made you look up at her.

‘’I'm sorry your day was bad jagi’’ she says with a pout, you simply hugged her again, nodding to let her know it was okay

‘’Come on’’ she took your hand in hers and guided you to hers and siyeon’s room. As you entered, Siyeon was laying down while playing animal crossing. She didn't notice the two of you so you called to her

‘’Hey singnie’’ you smile sadly

‘’Oh hey y/n!’’ She replied seeming a bit worried

‘’Do you want me to let you guys alone’’ she asked Jiu

‘’No you can stay’’ you cut jiu off before she could reply. Siyeon replied back with a small okay and you followed jiu to her bed.

She sat down and invited you to sit on her lap. You decided on doing so with your back resting against her. She placed her arms around you and her head atop yours. You breathed out finally relaxed and it wasn't long before you fell asleep in her arms.

It surprised her when in your sleep you reached for her hand while mumbling her name. She looked at you almost in tears because of how cute you looked at that moment. She covered her mouth to stop herself from making noise and signal to Siyeon to look over. Siyeon giggled and Jiu bringed you even closer to her body and cooed at you.

SUA

You were joining the girls on tour around Korea. You were sitting in the back of the van beside Sua, joined by Siyeon and Handong in the car.

It was a long ride from seoul to busan and so you took Sua shoulders as a pillow. You didn't plan on falling asleep. You were way too amused listening to the girl’s stories. But when sua started playing with your hair you couldn't help but let your day of work get to you.

You closed your eyes and grabbed onto her hand to bring her closer to you for warmth. Sua looked down at you and laughed at your zombie-like state. You groaned as she tried to grab her phone to snap a photo of you.

You heard her laughing again and then clicked the camera. You nuzzled into her side and she couldn't help but cooe at you. She embraced you into her arms and rocked you from side to side. Siyeon laughed at you being squished by the older girl.

‘’Stop’’ you barely mumble in between her arms. She pinched your cheek before letting you settle down again. You grabbed her hand again, making her laugh. Soon enough you were asleep again with sua rubbing your back.

SIYEON

Siyeon came over to your apartment after coming back from tour. You were overjoyed with finally being able to have her close to you. You laid on your bed with her cuddled up to you. She was showing you videos from the tour while giggling at her members in them.

You told her you wanted to get something downstair but as soon as you tried separating from her she whined and hugged you closer to her

‘’Don't leave me’’ she said in a cute tone.

You laughed before agreeing to your girlfriend's demand ‘’Fine baby’’

You brought her closer to you and squeezed her playfully, the both of you now giggling. She looked up at you and kissed under your chin.

‘’Is it okay if i go to sleep?’’ You happily mumble to her

‘’Yea, i just want to finish watching these’’ she said before going back to her phone.

You fell asleep while holding her. When she decided on sleeping as well she moved your arm over her waist for you to cuddle her. To her surprise you grabbed at her hand and didn't let go. She gasped at first thinking you weren't actually asleep. But when she saw you sleeping with a pout on your face she couldn't help but caress your cheek while admiring your cuteness.

HANDONG

You and handong were hanging out at the dorm. You were both sitting on her bed, you playing games and her shopping on her phone while sitting up against the pillow.

She wanted to buy couples items and called you up to her. You paused your game and moved up next to her and laid your head on her chest while looking up at her phone.

She kept scrolling and asking you what you'd like better, you would only humm feeling yourself getting sleepier while cuddled on her.

You were about to fall asleep and wanted to tell handong. You didn't succeed but you did just manage to grab her hand before closing your eyes for the night. She held your hand back and looked at you sound asleep on her. She cooed at you and called dami over to bash over how cute you were. Dami laughed at the two of you before snapping a picture.

Handong decided it would probably be best for her to sleep too and she opted on re-placing you.

She gently lifted your head so she could lay down properly and then placed it back. She was the one to now hold your hand as she looked at you in adoration before also falling asleep.

YOOHYEON

Tonight was movie night at the dorm and yooh had invited you over. It was pretty early on in your relationship and although you weren't the type to be shy, she still was. Especially tonight with her unnies around.

When you arrived and sat down on the couch you teased her by pulling her on your lap. She kept smacking you while covering her laughs. She blushed, making the girls laugh as well.

Yoohyeon was only sitting next to you, too shy to initiate contact. Sua saw the two of you and whispered to siyeon

‘’Go on that side, we will push them together’’ she stifled her laugh before they both moved.

You noticed siyeon next to you. You smiled at her and saw her move a bit closer. You excuse yourself thinking you were taking too much space and move closer to yoohyeon. It was then that Sua shamelessly pushed yooh into you with the excuse of wanting to sit there. You turned to see her almost over you.

She slapped sua away whining to her. You calmed down yoohyeon by leaning your head on her shoulder and holding her hand. She froze but accepted your embrace. You felt yourself fall asleep with the sweet scent of her perfume and her warmth.

You falled asleep holding her hand and she almost screeched when she noticed, catching the attention of her unnies. They all cooed at the sight and took pictures making yoohyeon whine. Regardless of being so shy, yoohyeon loved holding your hand and she was glad you fell asleep that way.

DAMI

You guys were watching a movie in the living room after a day out with the girls.

You were cuddling against her and your eyes had closed many minutes ago. You had grabbed her hand earlier to play with her fingers and the rings on it.

Dami hadn't noticed you falling asleep so when she looked down at you and saw you breathing softly she was surprised.

You said you weren't tired but here you were. She smiled at you and took a picture for her secret collection of photos she had of you. She would look at them whenever she was away from you on tour and missed your cute little face.

She thought you looked like a kid, laying on her lap with her hand in your grasp. She let out a little laugh before brushing your hair aside to kiss your temple. As she did so you turned a bit in your sleep mumbling.

You didn't let go of her hand though, only bringing it closer to your face. She didn't have the heart to wake you up and so she made sure you were covered with the blanket and closed the tv. Soon enough she fell asleep holding you.

GAHYEON

Gahyeon woke up in the middle of the night. She laid next to you. You had joined her at the dorm after her day of work.

She had texted you that she had a bad day at work and so you had immediately showed up to the dorm. Now hours later, you were laying there, she was awake, while you were peacefully napping.

She tried getting up when she felt your hand in hers. She stretched her other arm and opened the night lamp. When she looked back at you she almost screeched at how cute you looked.

Your hair was a total mess and so were the covers but you were still hanging on to her hand. she really had to go to the bathroom though. She inched her face closer to yours and whispered to you ‘’baby i'll be back soon okay’’.

She then kissed your cheek and you scrunched up your nose at the unknown contact. You opened your eyes to see her leaving and taking out her hand from yours. You whined and tried grabbing it again. She giggled at you and called you cute before making her way to the bathroom.

When she was back, you were asleep like she thought you would. She placed her hand back in yours and kissed the back of it, falling asleep with a smile on her face.

[elzyart]

Shen Yuan knew his roommate always had trouble sleeping. The dorm that he and Shen Jiu shared was small. When there was only a meter between the beds, it was difficult to ignore. The restless shifting of sheets has become as common as the sounds of crickets chirping at night.

Tonight was no different. Once again Shen Jiu was floundering around in his bed, unable to fight of whatever nightmare plagued him. Shen Yuan glanced up from his phone, observing the restless male.

Somehow even in distress, Shen Jiu retained his regal appearance. Long, slender fingers gripped the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His cheeks shone has beads of sweats trickled down them.

What was new, though, was the glistening tears clinging to his lashes as if they were protesting against falling. Shen Yuan blinked dumbly before shutting his screen off.

"Shen Jiu?" he tried softly. The man didn't stir, only burying his face further into the pillow. "A-jiu..." Still nothing. Shen Yuan sighed and slipped out of his bed. As he approached, Shen Jiu's hand reached out and clutched blindly at his shirt. He smiled at the sight, placing a hand on his cheek and wiped a stray tear.

Shen Jiu's eyes flung open in shock and he flinched back a bit, shaking a couple tears free. Shen Yuan quickly hands up in an attempt to calm him. "Hey... It's just me..." Shen Jiu stared, eyes staring through him. "A-Jiu?" The glaze over his eyes slowly faded as he met Shen Yuan gaze.

"Ah- A-Yuan..." Shen Jiu heaves a shaky breath as he awkwardly sits up. "Did I wake you?"

"No. I wasn't asleep in the first place," Shen Yuan shook his head. "How are you feeling? Looked like a rough nightmare." Shen Jiu frowned and shrugged, resting against the wall.

"I'm fine."

Shen Yuan scoffed causing to Shen Jiu to give him a judgmental look. "'Fine' my ass." He plopped himself next to him and curled an arm around his shoulder, pressing his head into the crook of his neck. Shen Jiu froze for moment before melting into the embrace, twisting his arms around Shen Yuan's waist. With his other arm, Shen Yuan pulled out his phone and decided to play some random cat videos. Because what's a better way to cheer up your sad boyfriend than cats?

Shen Jiu huffs as a ginger cat tries to jump from a fridge to a table but ends up backflipping off several other surfaces. Shen Jiu's lips tip up in amusement. Shen Yuan grins at the smile and nuzzles his nose into his hair.

Shen Jiu hummed, then tilted his head up to capture Shen Yuan in a kiss. It was like a sharp bite as Shen Yuan squeaked and dropped the phone to wrap his other arm around his neck. Shen Jiu pushed further into the kiss, squeezing tighter as if he would disappear if he let go.

Shen Jiu finally broke the kiss to breath for air, Shen Yuan took the chance to speak. "Now how are you feeling?" Shen Jiu pouted at not being interrupted.

"...Better, I suppose." He looked away, face flushed, when Shen Yuan smiled brightly.

"Good. Now let's go to bed," Shen Yuan stated before tossing his phone the side and dragging both of them under the sheets.

"Wait- A-Yuan!" Shen Jiu protested, trying to sit back up but was held down by the arm draped over his neck.

"Nope! You need to sleep!" Shen Yuan gleefully argued and shifted Shen Jiu so that he was curled up against his chest. He finished argument by giving him one last kiss before propping his chin above his head. Shen Jiu grumbled in distaste before resigning himself to his fate and closing his eyes.

[ggreactionsandscenarios]

Hello there could I request a Dreamcatcher reaction to their girlfriend accidentally kissing their pillow instead of them when she was sleeping?

Dreamcatcher Reactions

Their gf accidentally kissing their pillow and not them when asleep

Jiu

Minji did not acknowledge the fact that you missed her cheek more than by a smile. She just went to sleep, hugging you from behind as usual. She'll probably tell you in the morning though, saying you were so cute that she wanted to squeeze you hard against her but didn't because you were already deep in slumber.

Sua

Sua hit your face with her pillow, obviously waking you up in the process. Yet she wouldn't stop hitting you until you catch her weapon. When you asked why she was doing that, she'll point an accusatory finger at you.

"You better tell me who's that girl you were kissing in your dream ! Or I swear I'll just kill every girl on this planet !"

Siyeon

"Was that supposed to be mine ? Because I will take it back."

That's how you ended up getting woken up by kisses all over your face. Kisses that were fast to turn into a heated make out session, followed by few orgasms. Maybe you should miss Siyeon's cheeks more often if that was the result.

Handong

Handong had the habit of filming everything so she was fast to get her phone and record you kissing your pillow. The next day she showed the video to all the girls laughing her ass off at your loving attention towards the piece of fabric. If you get too offended by her mockery she'll stop though, not wanting it to become an argument only a fun teasing.

Yoohyeon

Yoohyeon really tried, it may seems like she didn't but she did. She tried her best not to laugh but she just cracked up when she saw you give few kisses to your pillow. She found it cute until she heard you mumbled her name.

"Oh hell no, no way this pillow is stealing my kisses."

You woke up immediately when she grabbed your shoulders and kissed you, wondering what was happening.

Dami

Dami smiled lovingly when she saw you go back to sleep after getting awaken by the thunder. When you missed her and kissed your pillow, she just smiled more before taking your face in her hands and placing it on her chest.

"That's better."

She kissed your forehead before going back to sleep herself.

Gahyeon

Gahyeon woke up by the feeling of her saliva against her cheek, she'd been drooling in her sleep. She checked if you were asleep, worried you might mock her but you were a little bit to busy kissing your pillow in your sleep to notice her presence. She did wake you up though.

"Hey ! Who are you kissing in that dream of yours ? Spoiler alert, it better be your outrageously beautiful girlfriend."

Hey, here's the request, hope you like it 😊 -Ael

[hinadoria]

Title: like nobody’s business

Author: hinadoria / Twitter: @bunniepunk / AO3: bunnypunk

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mild amounts of swearing

Summary: Shen Yuan had never known what to do about crying people, much less crying men asleep in his bed at ass o’clock in the middle of the night. God, if Jiu-ge knew about this, Shen Yuan would be six feet under. No, he’d be yeeted directly into hell’s abyss. Arguably though, this was all Jiu-ge’s fault.

AO3: Link

It started when his old roommate Shang Qinghua decided to get hitched at Shen Yuan’s 25th birthday party. Disregarding the fact that it was his birthday party in his apartment that he was paying for (Shang Qinghua was only there to keep an eye on him at Jiu-ge’s ever insistent demands), an increasingly hammered Shang Qinghua had decided it was the perfect time to propose to his disappointingly sober boyfriend.

“My LORd, have yOU EvEr ThoughT about Getting HitchED?!” he shouted in Mobei-Jun’s face. Shen Yuan saw the wince on Mobei-Jun’s face before he could smooth it away. Airplane-Bro had that effect on people. Even his boyfriend was no exception.

However, Mobei-Jun had silently pulled the biggest ring Shen Yuan had ever seen out of his pocket like it was a dimension to worlds unknown. Shang Qinghua yanked it out of his grasp, put it on, and immediately started sobbing loudly in his boyfriend's arms, effectively ruining the atmosphere.

If it wasn’t because Shen Yuan was already secretly plotting to escape to his room, he might have been significantly more miffed at this sequence of events.

After all, he had never been one for big, lavish events like a formal birthday party. He’d much rather spend it in the comfort of his room, maybe playing videogames with a few close friends. However, Jiu-ge had insisted, in that stubborn way of his, taking no arguments. As a result, Shen Yuan wasn’t sure he even knew half the people at his own party.

This all didn’t mean he was completely free of indignation, however. Shen Yuan cleared his throat pointedly, but was ignored by both the affectionate couple and the crowd of people politely applauding.

It was a testament to Mobei-Jun’s excitement, if he was a man that felt such emotions, that he leaped up onto the table, which creaked dangerously with his weight.

“I’d like to thank my dear friends and my soon-to-be best man who supported me through this time. Whom I wouldn’t have met without Shen Yuan’s recommendation to work at Cang Qiong’s internship program under Shen Jiu. So a heartfelt thanks to them both,” Mobei-Jun proclaimed.

The attention of the party turned to its host, who began to turn hot under all the attention.

Damn, it wasn’t as if he was Mother Teresa.

He had simply wanted to stop hearing Jiu-ge’s nagging complaints about a lack of competent interns at his company. And he knew that Airplane-bro’s boyfriend was just about to graduate. It was simple math.

Either way, he had to resolve this situation before Mobei-Jun broke the table or worse, made him give a speech. He quickly grabbed an abandoned glass from the table and raised it high. With raucous cheer, the party returned to full swing, and Shen Yuan strategically retreated to his bedroom.

The next day, Shang Qinghua had all but been moved out of his apartment (Mobei-Jun worked fast and efficiently. Shen Yuan had been begrudgingly impressed). In the midst of his soporific haze, a loud banging came from his front door. Reluctant to get up, Shen Yuan nevertheless used every last bit of his willpower to do so. When he opened the door however, he immediately found himself in deep regret.

A pale Jiu-ge, like Bloody Mary summoned from a dirty elementary school bathroom mirror, stood at his door, foot tapping a mile a minute. He stormed past Shen Yuan into his apartment and curled his mouth in distaste at the mess.

“This apartment is no longer acceptable. I’ve put up with it until now, but this is the last straw. It is imperative that you move out immediately to a place not infested by the stench of the poor,” Jiu-ge demanded. Shen Yuan would never tell him it was probably the week-old ramen stewing on his kitchen counter.

“But I don’t want to, Jiu-ge, please!” he whined. Like most things regarding his older brother, would eventually yield, but would put up a valiant effort nonetheless. No one had the right to accuse him of being a pushover, after all.

Jiu-ge sat down at his oily counter with a sigh, hands flying up to bury themselves in his messy hair.

Shen Yuan immediately felt guilty.

His brother looked a lot less put-together than he usually was, now that he was looking more closely. His shirt was unbuttoned and his makeup was smudged, both facets of his appearance he usually controlled with meticulous determination.

“Please don’t fight me on this, A-Yuan.” His brother looked back at him, and Shen Yuan could see the weariness in his eyes.

“Is everything okay?” asked Shen Yuan. He tapped his fingers nervously.

“It will be,” Jiu-ge answered immediately as if he had expected this question. “Once I get a good night’s sleep.” Shen Yuan moved to sit by his brother.

“Mobei-Jun proposed to Shang Qinghua yesterday,” he offered. This made the crease between Jiu-ge’s brows deeper further.

“At your birthday party?”

“I know, I was shocked too!”

“Rude bastard. I knew nothing good could come out of that tight-knit group of rascals the company foisted on me.”

“Don’t be like that. I bet you secretly appreciate their help, big softie.” Shen Yuan poked at his brother’s cheek, and giggled when Jiu-ge pretended to bite at him. A small smile appeared on his brother’s face, and Shen Yuan rejoiced at the sight. He felt like he deserved an award for Best Brother of the Year.

“I suppose they suffice at times.” Jiu-ge wrinkled his nose like he had thought of something particularly disgusting. “Well. Almost all of them,” he huffed. He shook his head when Shen Yuan looked at him in question. But Best Brother of the Year did not do things half-heartedly.

“I know how to cheer you up even more,” Shen Yuan decided then and there.

That was how Shen Yuan found himself moved into the expensive nouveau-riche apartment complex next door to his brother on the third floor. All things considered, it wasn’t too bad. Jiu-ge was too busy to check up on him more than once a week in person, although the daily calls to his office phone were still a requirement.

Shen Yuan had always been a homebody, there was no denying that. As long as he could coop up in his room reading and editing trashy novels, he didn’t care for the particulars of time or place, even if leaving his apartment and chancing upon another human made him feel like Oscar the Grouch having been caught outside of his trash can and committing a crime.

The point was: it had all been going just fine and dandy, until one day a shout disrupted Shen Yuan from his editing of one of Airplane’s terribly written papapa scenes. He roughly yanked open his curtains, hearing a rip in the plush blue velvet. Whatever, what Jiu-ge didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

The scene which greeted him was one of darkness, which okay, he wasn’t quite expecting that but fine, it wasn’t the first time he had lost track of time doing this and that. Shivering, Shen Yuan stepped out onto his balcony and peered over the rails to see a very attractive, very drunk man holding a broken bottle of what looked like Xin Mo liquor.

“Shen Jiu, there you are, you fucking bastard. Fucking coward! What, too afraid to come and see your disgusting student Binghe on this beautiful night? You always thought you were above us mere mortals, didn’t you? I hope both sides of your pillow are always ice!”

Yikes, Shen Yuan thought privately.

This dude was hammered. Despite everything a laugh bubbled its way up his chest. He didn’t know his brother was so unpopular at work but with a sour face like his, he should’ve expected. Briefly, the thought of pretending to be his brother just to hear more of the entertaining insults crossed his mind, but before he could open his mouth the man, probably named Binghe, went on.

“I bet you think you wake up just looking like an angel descended from the heavens! Well let me tell you, scumbag, that I curse you and your descendents to always have shaky eyeliner! Let’s see you keep up that hoity-toity look and scream at me when you come into work looking like a clown!”

Shen Yuan covered his eyes in horror. Not his eyeliner! He had to look sharp for the ladies.

“I fixed that stupid assignment one million times! Your nitpicking doesn’t even make sense anymore, you blind geezer! Come down here, if you’re not a coward and I’ll show you ...” Binghe paused, looking like he was gonna hurl.

“Show me what? You can’t leave me hanging like that, I won’t be able to sleep!” Shen Yuan shouted out, against his better judgement. He had already been collecting Binghe’s flavored insults to use against that traitor Shang Qinghua next time he saw him.

Binghe looked back up, with what seemed like confusion in his eyes, though it could have just been bleary drunkenness. To Shen Yuan’s horror, it looked like Binghe had tears in his eyes.

“All I wanted was for Laoshi to acknowledge me,” Binghe sobbed out. At this point Shen Yuan had missed his chance to tell the poor man that his brother was out of town on a business trip, and that Binghe was shouting at a stranger. He felt something in his chest squeeze at Binghe’s watery puppy dog eyes.

“Why does everyone look down on me?” Binghe cried. “I try so hard, over and over but all you do is scorn me … again and again! What do I have to do, just tell me, and I’ll do it. Anything! Just …” At this point the boy was choking on his sobs. Shen Yuan felt something shattering. He found himself walking down the stairs. He was going to go down and fetch him before the police were called, that was all, he told himself.

By the time he arrived on the cold grass ready to coax the drunkard, he found him passed out, clutching the broken bottle so hard his hand was bleeding. Shen Yuan sucked in a sharp breath.

“Alright buddy, let’s get you warmed up,” Shen Yuan said as he pried the glass from Binghe’s hand and used all his strength to haul him up and to the elevator.

He got several strange looks as he dragged an unconscious man across the fancy lobby, but Shen Yuan just snorted and ignored them. The people here had sticks so far up their ass they were getting free prostate massages. Shen Yuan stifled his laughter at his own wit in Binghe’s dead weighted shoulder and got a few more strange looks by the lady in the elevator. Halfway to Shen Yuan’s room, Binghe woke up and stared at Shen Yuan like he was an alien.

He struggled a bit and whined, “Laoshi, please don’t dropkick me into the Panama Canal, I promise I’ll be a good boy.”

Shen Yuan laughed and patted Binghe’s hair. “Go back to sleep, rowdy boy. We’ll talk in the morning.” It probably wasn’t because of his words, but Binghe managed to walk a few steps on his own before becoming dead weight on Shen Yuan again. He felt the breath knocked out of him.

“For someone who’s such a crybaby, you sure are … heavy!” Shen Yuan panted as he managed to drag Binghe into his apartment and throw him onto his bed. He shoddily wrapped up Binghe’s bleeding hand with several bandages. Novels may have taught him a lot, but he had surprisingly little practical knowledge when faced with a gash like Binghe’s in reality.

The fatigue of the night finally caught up with him as he saw Binghe’s peaceful sleeping face and he barely managed to do his nightly routine before sliding into his bed next to the unconscious person.

Shen Yuan was just about to drift away into sleep until he heard sniffling coming from the other man and turned around to see Binghe crying in his sleep.

And so was his current dilemma. Shen Yuan had no idea how to handle crying people. He stared dumbly for a few moments before kicking himself to do something, anything!

Shen Yuan wouldn’t do this for any random stranger that came knocking to his door, but luckily he had gleaned several useful tidbits of information from Binghe’s drunken speech. For example, he was likely one of Jiu-ge’s new interns at the large Cang Qiong Company he worked at, under the Qing Jing subsidiary. Second, Jiu-ge seemed to be giving the poor boy an extremely hard time, and Shen Yuan knew better than anyone just how sharp his brother’s acerbic tongue could be. Shen Yuan felt mildly responsible for cleaning up his brother’s mess.

Also, Binghe was terribly cute. He reminded Shen Yuan of the little puppy he used to play with in childhood, named Bingbing, after his favorite actress.

It was a combination of these facts, or none of them, that ultimately made Shen Yuan do what he did next; wrap his arms around Binghe and gently stroke his hair, murmuring comforting words to him until he stopped crying.

Somewhere along the way he found himself asleep as well.

Binghe awoke from his drunken stupor sometime between ass and fuck o’clock in the morning. His hand was covered in messily wrapped bandages.

When he saw the face of the person fast asleep next to him, he flinched backwards so hard he almost fell out of the bed.

What did I do last night? He wailed miserably in his head. A worst case scenario flashed through his head, and he made sure that both of them were clothed before exhaling a sigh of relief. That was the last time he let Mobei-Jun get him drunk, bachelor party be damned.

The last thing he remembered was accepting a glass full of alcohol in the bar he’d been dragged to, but everything afterwards was a blur. He didn’t remember how he walked all the way to his boss’s nouveau riche apartment, and he certainly didn’t remember how he ended up in bed with the man he was most fearful of.

There was one thing Binghe knew with full certainty, however; he had to escape this apartment immediately before he lost his job or worse: his life.

He had barely turned around and registered vaguely that the apartment was a lot sloppier than he’d expected of his avaricious boss before a sleepy hum made him freeze in his tracks.

“Mmm… Binghe?”

Binghe froze. Shen Jiu had never called him by name, it was always something along the lines of “scum” or “lad”.

Filled with trepidation, he turned to face his boss against his better judgement.

A sleepy smile stretched its way across the face of the person in front of him just as the morning’s rays peeked through the rip in the curtains and fell across his face.

Angelic, Binghe’s mind vaguely registered. Maybe he hadn’t come to his boss’s apartment after all. Maybe he had died and entered a realm different than the one he’d been in. Maybe he was already in heaven.

The angel’s face scrunched up cutely at the offending rays across his face. He glanced at the curtains before letting out a forlorn sigh.

“Jiu-ge’s gonna kill me for that …” sighed the angel across from Binghe.

Jiu-ge? Who’s that, I’ll fight him so you never have a frown on your pretty face ever again, Binghe thought blearily.

Mr. Angel noticed he was awake and smiled a crooked smile.

“Good morning. You were drunk and screaming outside my window last night, so I thought I’d do a public service and take you in before you hurt yourself, “ the angel laughed nervously. “Binghe is your name, right?”

Binghe nodded, feeling like his body was not his own. Then he had a thought.

“Wait … how do you know?”

The angel’s lips thinned, looking like he was trying really hard not to laugh. Oh, that was not a good sign.

“Well … You dropped your name in the middle of shouting about how you wished your boss’s food was too salty, among other things …”

The wave of relief that was about to pass through Binghe at realizing this person was likely not his boss aborted itself as it was overtaken by sheer waves of mortification.

Binghe covered his face with his hands, letting out an ungodly groan of embarrassment.

“Binghe… I’m saying this for your own good.” Mr. Angel looked into Binghe’s eyes seriously. “Do you know how to use swear words?”

Binghe immediately pouted, feeling like he was being made fun of. He couldn’t find it in himself to be truly annoyed, however, at the angel’s bell-like peals of laughter smothered by his hand. It was such a stark contrast to his boss’s restrained expressions.

“Ah! I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Shen Yuan, Shen Jiu’s younger twin brother.”

And there was the horror again.

Just as Binghe was about to bid farewell to his short, inconsequential life, Shen Yuan continued chattering. “You’re lucky Jiu-ge’s out of town on a business trip, and that you weren’t actually serenading his window but mine. If he was here, I don’t know if I could have even stopped him from personally throwing you into a jail cell.”

Binghe felt like he had gotten off of a life-threatening roller coaster ride. Stiffly, he rose from the bed and bent ninety degrees into a bow.

“Thanking Shen Yuan for his kindness in rescuing this lowly one from his predicament!” Binghe grew so nervous he immediately started speaking as if he were in a period drama. “In order to repay my honorable benefactor, this one will prepare breakfast!” He rushed away before Shen Yuan could speak a single word.

Once Binghe found the kitchen, he allowed himself a mini-freakout session. He! Was in! His boss’s younger brother’s bed! And the younger brother was an angel! Even though Binghe was fairly certain nothing untoward had occurred between the two of them the night prior, he felt every inch of his nerves tingling. He was also fairly certain that any other person that lacked Shen Yuan’s generosity would have immediately called the police on him at the least.

This was the first time anyone had done something so selfless for his sake.

Unbidden, a flush streaked across his cheeks, and Binghe slapped at himself to get out of it. Shen Yuan was his benefactor, and it would be wrong to have indecent thoughts about someone so innocent. There may not be much Binghe was good at, as he had learned from his internship under Shen Jiu, but the least he could do was cook him a decent breakfast.

Shen Yuan was roused from his half-wakeful state by the smell of something good coming from the kitchen. Which was weird because last he checked, there was nothing in there but dust and half-eaten ramen. (Yes, he had a problem.)

Wait … Binghe!

It was a little belated, but the nagging voice in Shen Yuan’s head that sounded suspiciously like Jiu-ge berated himself for falling asleep again while a stranger was in his apartment. A cute stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.

Shen Yuan, the voice nagged. One of these days you’re going to get yourself murdered in cold blood …

Alright, shut up, you. No one wants to hear this in the early morning, Shen Yuan bickered back.

“Sir?” Binghe’s voice nervously called from the kitchen entrance.

Shen Yuan immediately relaxed back into what he thought was a cool pose.

“There’s no need for formalities, Binghe. After all, you’ve already slept in my bed.”

Binghe’s ears flushed red at his words, and he swayed back and forth like a maiden on the morning after her wedding night. Shen Yuan stopped this strange line of thinking once he realized how weird it was.

“I made you breakfast as a thank you for er… handling me last night,” Binghe said softly.

Well, that didn’t help his strange thoughts. The last conscious thought Shen Yuan had was that he’d better go and eat the poor shy guy’s food since he had made it already.

He didn’t recall getting up or sitting down at the kitchen table, but the next thing he knew he was staring down at an empty plate, stomach full of delicious food.

“I don’t know what to think. This is the first time this has happened to me.” It wasn’t, but Shen Yuan had always had a flair for the dramatic. “If you can cook so well, why are you wasting your time under my brother’s wing? You should go be a professional chef, and share this magic with the rest of the world.”

It wasn’t empty praise. Shen Yuan genuinely believed he’d be blessed if he could eat like this every day for the rest of his life. His terrible habit of crappy eating would be forever changed.

Binghe was so red he looked like a tomato.

Abruptly, the sounds of a phone ringing disrupted the nice atmosphere. Binghe’s face paled.

“Oh no, I left Mobei-Jun at the club last night. He must be wondering where I am. The bachelor party got kind of crazy.”

Hm? Mobei-Jun? Shen Yuan slapped his forehead in realization. Of course! Binghe was a part of Jiu-ge’s interns, of course he knew Mobei-Jun. Shen Yuan had no idea how he had failed to make that connection. He might even be the best man Mobei-Jun had mentioned, since he was pretty sure the third intern was a woman. Sha Hualing, he believed her name was?

Either way, Shen Yuan hadn’t realized he and Binghe were so closely connected. Besides, he hadn’t felt comfortable calling Binghe a stranger, now that they no longer were.

Maybe he’d get a chance to see Binghe in a tux at the wedding? That would be so cute! Of course, he’d have to help keep him away from the champagne, especially since Jiu-ge would also be there. That was a nightmare waiting to happen.

While Shen Yuan was off fantasizing, Binghe had gathered all his stuff and prepared to leave. He hovered nervously around the door.

Shen Yuan snapped out of it to bid him goodbye. Binghe smiled shyly.

“Maybe I’ll see you around again sometime?” he asked.

Shen Yuan hid a smile behind his hand, and adopted a lofty expression.

“This immortal does not often descend from his honorable peak. However, if fate wills it to be so, then so shall it be,” he said, imitating Binghe’s earlier style of speech.

Binghe laughed, but kept hovering near the door as if he was waiting for something.

“Alright, your friend must be wondering where you are. Go on, now.” A flash of disappointment crossed Binghe’s face, but he obediently left, looking back like a puppy several times as he did so.

It wasn’t until much later that Shen Yuan would realize he had forgotten to explain that he was friends with Shang Qinghua, and that they would likely see each other again at the wedding. By the time the wedding itself rolled around, it would prove to be an ordeal of its own.

But that would remain a story for another time.

[flooffybits]

Carry On

Idol: Handong (Dreamcatcher)

You were once forced to continue with the absence of one member. Now the girls are once again forced to face the same predicament.

Warning: angst and character death

Seeing the amount of people that were commenting on their performance, Minji sucked in a deep breath while she gripped the microphone tightly in her hands. “Hi everyone.” Her voice, although loud, carried the weight of the news that they were carrying for the past week.

“I know you’re all concerned. We had to perform as seven before, and now we have to do it again.” Her voice cracks at the end of her sentence and she sees Gahyeon from the corner of her eyes, head cast down and fighting back tears while Yubin held her by the shoulders. Yoohyeon is beside Handong, gripping her hand while the other was used to wipe the tears that managed to escape her eyes.

Bora and Siyeon stand on either side of her, both with somber expressions on their faces and she can tell that if they tried talking, they would be no different from her.

But she was the leader and she had to do this.

“Y/n is... she will no longer be present.” She paused, feeling the lump forming in her throat while Siyeon gently squeezed her arm. “We told you that the concert was delayed due to personal reasons.”

Bora squeezed her friend’s hand before deciding to take over, knowing that Minji was not able to properly speak out on her own. “The concert was supposed to be canceled, but at Y/n’s request, we pulled through.” She breathed out while lightly dabbing at the corner of her eyes. “We were all fighting for something we weren’t sure we could win but in the end...”

“Our Y/n has been battling cancer for two years and, four days ago, it seemed that she’s finally taken a break.” She finally admits and it hurt so much more to say it out loud.

The rest of the girls were doing their best to hold back from crying, but the moment the screen behind them popped up, they had to brace themselves with the video you had prepared before your departure.

“Hello!”

Seeing your smiling face had caused majority of them to break down into tears. Yoohyeon held Handong close to her and rubbed her back as she felt her tears falling on her neck.

“I really hoped it wouldn’t come to this.” You say with a light smile. They could see you in the hospital, but even with that, you looked as free as always despite how thin and pale you’ve gotten.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen our InSomnia’s, but I’m incredibly happy to see even some of you during our performance for the Drive-in, and that I was able to perform with all of Dreamcatcher.” You say with a content look on your face.

They could see you looking somewhere off camera and they wonder if this was shot during one of their visits.

“I know that a lot of you have been disappointed with how badly my performances have been, and I admit, that was my fault. I was hoping that I could show you all the best performance I could give.” You can’t help but sigh regretfully before shaking your head and pulling the smile back on your face.

“I know that this may be sad news for you, but please, never let this be a reason to lose your smile or happiness. You’ve shown us love and support from the very beginning, and all I ask is that you continue to give Dreamcatcher that same amount of love even in my absence.”

Your eyes shift again and your smile becomes a bit softer before you’re speaking again. “Jiu unnie, Sua unnie, Siyeon unnie, Dong unnie, Yoohyeon, Dami, Gahyeon, I’m sorry for having to leave you so soon like this, but I hope you know how much I love and cherish each of you. Being a part of Dreamcatcher has to be one of the best gifts I’ve ever received and everyday I thank the universe for blessing me with seven wonderful girls as my members, my friends, and my family.” A lone tear falls down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away.

“Keep aiming high and keep fighting. I know you can do it.” You finally say before waving your hand. “This is Dreamcatcher’s Y/n. ‘Til we meet again!”

When the screen goes blank, the rest of your members are back in their line, all of them wiping their tears away, though Handong and Gahyeon were covering their faces after getting to see the whole video you’ve left for them.

“Y/n never stopped fighting. Even when people were being mean to her, she always told us ‘it’s okay, they don’t know. Just forgive them’.” Siyeon spoke up despite her trembling voice. “She didn’t want us to focus on the bad things people said.”

“Remember what Boca is about, she would tell us.” Yubin said while she tried to blink away tears, but just this once, she couldn’t seem to stop them from falling. “Y/n unnie has always been very thoughtful. She’s caring to those around her and I think that was what made her so unique. It didn’t matter who you were because she’s able to ease herself into your life without issue and makes things seem lighter.”

“Unnie is-” Gahyeon tried to say something, but she struggled to get words out without sobbing. “She’s one of a kind and I don’t think there will ever be anyone who can replace her.” She managed out, failing to keep her own tears at bay.

“Y/n has been keeping everyone together. She knows when someone is feeling down and she won’t hesitate to be a shoulder to lean on or a listening ear. She acted as though she was our personal therapist sometimes.” Bora shared with a little smile when she recalls the few times you decided to stay up with her when she wasn’t feeling her best.

“It worried me when she would do that. I didn’t want her to take all the burden to herself and we sat down to talk. I think that was the first time we really saw Y/n cry. She told us she was used to comforting others, but never the other way around.” Minji explained as she shifted her microphone to her other hand. “Y/n has been a joy to the people she’s come across and I know that there’s no forgetting someone like her.”

“Unnie always says she wants to leave a mark in people’s lives. She said it was her dream to inspire others.” Yoohyeon said in a small voice. “I think my only regret would be... not telling her that she was able to achieve that dream.” She says while shutting her eyes. “Everywhere we went, people remembered her and called out her name. She’s met thousands of people and I’ve seen some people online leaving comments about her, sharing stories from when she was still in school or those she befriended in her hometown.”

“Her patience was so long and I don’t know how she could stand all of us, but when I saw the good things people said about her, it was no doubt in my mind that unnie really was Dreamcatcher’s angel.”

There was a bit of laughter to lighten up the mood, but when Yoohyeon turned to the person next to her, she gave her a small squeeze as an act of encouragement, telling her that it was going to be alright.

“Even though Y/n said she would no longer be part of Dreamcatcher, I don’t believe it. For me, we will always be an eight member group and she’ll always be there as long as our memories together last. Dreamcatcher won’t be here without all of us and I think that’s what we have to keep in mind. Y/n wanted all of us to keep fighting, and I’ll be sure to do my best to keep her dream alive.” Handong managed to say while looking at the camera and the rest of the girls smiled at her.

When the concert wraps up, the girls are all consoled by their staff, their managers, and even the director as they thanked everyone for helping them make the event and for looking after them throughout their career.

Many have expressed their condolences and reached out to the girls for your passing, and their families have sent yours messages as soon as they found out.

Your parents were able to fly all the way to South Korea, deciding that it would be best to have you buried there just so you would still be close with your members and all the people who were close to you. Since they believed that it may have been something you would want, they had no troubles coming to the decision.

The director of HappyFace also decided that it was appropriate to give everyone a much needed break after finally letting the news out and the girls were all able to rest and absorb everything that happened.

“Can I come in?” Handong looked at the door to see Yubin poking her head through the door and then beckoned the younger girl inside. “You haven’t left the room today and we were hoping that you weren’t shutting yourself out.” The rapper explained as she took a seat and Handong sighed softly while shaking her head.

“You know I wouldn’t do that.” She muttered as her hand gently ran over the letter you had left for her. Yubin took a quick glance at it and hugged the older woman. “Are you still upset?” She asks softly and Handong pats the top of her head while staring at your familiar handwriting.

“At first, I was. None of you told me when I should have been there for her. It took her passing out in front of me for you all to finally say that she was sick.” She mumbled before she placed the letter on one of her pillows.

She could remember the night well. After your first performance since her return, she saw your body slumped up against the wall and your manager assisting you just to bring you back to your waiting area.

“She was so stubborn.” She said with a laugh, tears building in her eyes as she recalled what you told her as soon as she found out.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” The blue haired woman demanded when you were finally left alone with all of your members and they had explained to her what happened in her absence.

You gave her a slight shake of your head, smiling despite the pain that had washed over you. “I know that I won’t be able to stick around long enough so I wanted to at least perform as a complete group one last time.” You rasped out and Handong felt her tears finally break free while shaking her head and gripping your hand.

“Don’t say that. You’re going to be fine!” But the smile you showed her was proof enough that you were telling the truth. Minji explaining what the doctor told them during your last check up only further proved that you would not be reaching winter.

But they didn’t think you would be gone so soon.

“I know you’re upset, but don’t blame the others. They only found out a couple months after you left and I begged them not to tell you because I knew you would come back home.” You reason. “I couldn’t take away your opportunity of reaching your dreams.”

“Even then, she thought of you.” Yubin mumbled and Handong nodded her head. “But she was right. If you had told me while I was in China, I would have dropped out of the competition.” She admits while thinking back on everything.

“Still, I wish I had noticed sooner. I was worried because every time we were on call, she looked thinner and I thought she hadn’t been taking care of herself.” She tells the younger woman and Yubin nodded in agreement. “It was hard keeping it a secret from you. We wanted to tell you, but Jiu unnie reminded us to respect Y/n unnie’s decision.”

“I appreciate that you were all there for her. I know I couldn’t physically be there, but it’s assuring to know that she wasn’t alone.”

“In the end, you were still there for her when she needed you the most. I think that was all that mattered to her.” Handong nodded her head while inhaling deeply. “She’s okay now, she doesn’t have to be in pain and no one is going to hurt her.”

Right after their short break, the girls pushed through with finishing the third part of Dystopia. Your message to each of them had been their source of motivation and the girls were driven in showing you that they would be okay, even if you weren’t physically there.

Day and night, the practices went on. They recorded the songs and rehearsed them again and again, each girl participating in all parts may it be the songs or the choreography. Yoohyeon had even given her own suggestions during the filming of the music videos.

January of 2021, HappyFace was able to announce the group’s comeback and all seven of them were feeling both excitement and anxiety as they waited for the video to finally drop up until promotions rolled in.

Being nominated once more for winning an award, all of them did their best, having each performance full with more energy than the last with you in mind. While they weren’t too confident with winning, they were more focused on sending out their message that they are heard and that they are here to stay despite all the downs.

“And the winner is...” Watching as the numbers flashed on screen, everyone watched with bated breaths before they finally stopped and their picture popped on screen while confetti exploded everywhere. “Congratulations to Dreamcatcher!”

Hearing the announcement was a shock to all of them and they looked to one another, slowly becoming teary eyed as Minji shakily accepted the trophy and microphone. Turning her head, she saw all of her members in tears, all overwhelmed by finally achieving the one constant wish you’ve all been holding on to.

“Thank you so much. We...” It looked like none of them were capable of saying anything, each girl holding on to one another as Minji tried to compose herself. “We’re very thankful to our staff, our director, our InSomnias and our family. Thank you for your never ending support.” She sobbed out before looking back to her friends. “Most of all, we would like to thank our shining star for being our reason for pushing forward and for believing in all of us.”

“Y/n-ah, we finally did it!” Handong said into the mic, smiling despite her tears as all of them huddled together, taking one another’s hand while setting the trophy by their feet and then bowing deeply.

In the space between Handong and Siyeon, they made sure to leave a bit open where you could most definitely fit despite their locked hands and various other artists who watched the display and even fans could feel their own eyes fill with tears.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

The Reader and Erik having pillow talk and she asked him “Which one of your scars hurt the most?”

They were never going to get out of bed at this rate. Tangled in the sheets, Y/N and Erik were staring into each other’s eyes and listening to each other’s breathing. Erik was enamored by her striking beauty. The girl from Atlanta that he met through baggage claim only four months prior. This was the time they also got to know each other more. He learned how much she loved cats and that she couldn’t bring herself to adopting a new one after her cat passed away. She used to be a gymnast but quit at the age of 17 because of a broken ankle which ruined her chances of going to the Olympics. Her mother is of Creole heritage and supposedly they were descendants of Marie Laveau. Her favorite color is emerald green. She graduated with a degree in History and now she’s an Archivist. Her father was a drunk and a sexual abuser to her mother and she was glad he died from cirrhosis of the liver. She has a strawberry birthmark on her left buttocks. She’s fluent in French and Spanish. So much more amazing facts about her.

Erik told her of his life in Oakland and how he was passed around from foster care to foster care. Detention Centers, Juvie, almost in jail, Naval Academy, Military, MIT for grad school. Fluent in French, Spanish, German, Xhosa, and a lot more. He had a love for cooking, reading, anime, and rain. Very skilled in combat knowing three different fighting styles such as Dambe of Africa, Krav Maga that he learned while military training, and Jiu-Jitsu. He hated politics. Erik was very careful at the beginning with telling Y/N about himself but the closer they became the more she wondered about why he always traveled and what his scars meant. She didn’t know that Erik was a deadly assassin wanted in a few countries like Russia and Iran. So many passports and different currencies. It’s like he had to sleep with his eyes open.

Now, her pure hazel eyes were on his scar covered chest. A savage next to an angel. Y/N reaches out with her buttery soft hand to lightly touch his scars. The feeling tickled him in a delicious way causing Erik to close his eyes and bite his lip. She giggles, Erik, grabbing that same hand to plant a soft kiss to her skin before placing it back on his chest. Her taste lingered on his plush lips and he couldn’t help himself when he licked them.

“Can I ask you something?” She looked up into his onyx eyes, “it’s okay if you don’t want me to.”

“But I want you to,” he spoke with his alluring raspy voice, “I love it when you wanna know more about me, Princess.”

She sat up on her elbows causing her braided hair to fall over her shoulder, “okay,” she allowed her pretty eyes to travel the placement of his scarring, “I wanna know which scar hurt the most.”

“...You really wanna know that?” Erik looked away from her, grabbing her hand again, “I don’t know if you understand what you’re asking me, baby girl.”

“Erik,” her voice alone made him look up into her soft eyes, “I know what I’m asking. And I want to know more about the man that I’m sleeping with and falling in love with...”

She was so precious. There were multiple scars on his body that hurt like hell when he did them. But if he had to choose one...

“Here,” Erik grabs Y/N’s fingers, bringing them around his side to press along his rib cage. There, something she hadn’t noticed before, was a keloid scar that didn’t heal like the rest of the scars. It was oddly shaped and when she pressed into it a little more Erik flinched. He could still feel that one. Y/N drew her hand back quickly causing Erik to wrap his arms around her.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to scare you like that-“

“It still hurts.” She couldn’t understand why she was crying about it.

Yeah, that one wasn’t intentional...it wasn’t methodical like the rest. It was as if he carried the pain of the person he killed with him. Now, Erik was experiencing nostalgia. His memories of that slaying hit him tremendously. He swallowed an angry grunt and squeezed Y/N tighter. Her warm cheek rested against his chest and her knuckles stroked his abdomen making the hairs rise on the back of his neck.

“Erik?” She looked upward, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” He strokes her hair back before grabbing her braid lightly, “You’re not a sorry person and this shit is my mess, not yours.”

“You’re mines so,” She presses her nose against his skin, “Your mess is my mess now, babe.”

“Why didn’t I find you years ago?” She was perfect for him. The calm to his hurricane.

“I wish I knew you before. Even when looking at these scars I still see the same amazing man I know now. I know you feel like trash but I see different.”

Just hearing her say those words made him want to flip her on her back and make sweet love to her. Every stroke inside her delicate and celestial body felt like a part of her was intertwined with him. He was a better man now because of Y/N.

“I killed a childhood friend of mines.”

Y/N continued stroking his abdomen without interrupting Erik. She let him talk.

“It was...the whole situation was fucked up honestly,” Erik felt his lip tremble a little so he twisted his lips to control it, “He tried to get me set up. For some money. 10,000 dollars to get me set up and killed because some motherfuckers wanted me dead back in Oakland. They hated seeing me with a college degree instead of on the streets.”

He paused to gather himself because now he was picturing his friend's lifeless bloody body.

“I was no saint, I have the scars to prove it but I was trying to change, you know? Anyway...I came back to Oakland to reunite with my second family. They took me in, fed me, clothed me, and made sure I was in school even though both of us were out there running with the wrong crowd. I wanted to properly tell them how much I appreciate everything they did for me even when I didn’t seem like I cared, you know?”

Y/N nods her head slowly to let Erik know she was hanging onto every word he said.

“So, my childhood friend asked me to meet him at Fat Burger on N Vasco Rd like we used to do before we hit the liquor store and bought up some weed. Burgers, drinks, and weed...that was our shit. I pull up and usually, it’s hella niggas out there and some shorties too. Nah. This night it was blank and cold out there. Luckily I brought my Glock with me...”

Erik looked down at Y/N to check in on her and when he did their eyes met. She looked so innocent like a child being told a bedtime story.

“Go on, I’m listening,” she spoke with a whisper.

Erik swallows spit, “The minute I grabbed my gun I see a big ass white H2 Hummer 2008 pull up, about four niggas with silver 9mm pistols hop out. Y/N, I could feel my whole world tumbling before me like a fucking earthquake touched down in San Fran. That’s when I knew that this nigga set me up. After everything, he set me up to get killed in a fucking Fat Burger parking lot by four punk ass niggas who couldn’t even hold a gun. Shit was fucked up.”

Her warm hand pressed down on the center of Erik’s chest to help him ease his shaky breaths. Erik’s hands came down to fist the sheets, veins in his arms and shoulders surfacing as he replayed that night in his head. He had just turned 32. All the Wakanda shit happened and he felt renewed.

“I held my own and killed all four of them. My friend didn’t know how skilled I was. You need a whole army for me and that’s even if you get me. After I dropped them motherfuckers I checked out the car and saw duffle bags and shit to break into somebody's place. And I bought a new house. After seeing that I saw red. Not just the blood but...I was so hurt and I just wanted to kill him.”

Erik glares at the ceiling, “I pulled up on my friend, he was home smoking weed with the neighborhood hoe in the back sleeping that he made his main bitch. I dressed in all black and I used the tip of my gun to knock on that door.”

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“He opened it high as a kite and I wanted him to see the hurt in my eyes before I pulled that ski mask down to finish him off. I didn’t want to talk, I wanted him dead just like them other niggas. He looked from my gun to my face and then he closed his eyes. Shorty in the back came out wrapping a robe around her body and he stopped her. She ran back into the room and slammed and locked the door.”

So...this how it is, E?

“Shut the fuck up you grimy motherfucker,” Erik could see himself pointing the gun at his friend's face as tears streamed his eyes.

“Why? Why Aaron? You’re own brother?”

Listen, niggas kept hounding me. Saying they were gonna kill me and Simone. You know Simone got a baby on the way so I did what I had to do.

Erik saw they’re text conversations between them. He knew it was calculated but he wanted his friend to say his part. And the nigga was lying dead in his face. He was about to be on his face in a minute.

“Save it, nigga,” Erik saw his hand roughly shove him inside his home, pulling his ski mask down further and slamming the door shut.

“Get the fuck off the floor and sit your ass down in that chair so I can see you, nigga.”

Aaron got up and carefully sat down. Still the same old Aaron. Just now he was betraying his friends.

“You know what’s about to happen, right?”

E, man, listen, I had to man, it’s me, E, it’s A-Ron, we boys, we go way back, man, we’re brothers-

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

What about Simone? She-she knows how you look man she’ll call up her peoples, E, don’t do this-

“Simone ain’t stupid,” Erik laughed darkly, “She knows if she talks I’m killing that bitch too. I bet both of y’all tried to set me up. You and that loose pussy bitch.” He saw his spit flying out and connecting to his hand and the Glock.

Aaron’s silence confirmed it. It was him and Simone. Shit, now she had to die too.

E!!! No...E, please man, don’t do it man, fuck, It wasn’t all her E!!!! Don’t do her like that, please-

Now that Erik thought about it, one of them niggas who tried to kill him was her brother.

“I thought I told you to stop whining like a punk bitch and take this shit like a man? You a real motherfucking gangsta, right? Planning to kill your own family for some money? Nigga, I wanna see your brains on the floor.”

Simone came running out with a gun of her own. Bitch wasn’t 6 months pregnant. Hoe ass still slim. He was gonna kill her for aiming a gun at his head. She didn’t deserve a scar on his body.

Simone, go back in the room!

She didn’t listen and actually fired a shot at Erik that would have got him in the shoulder if he wasn’t so swift. He came at that bitch with two rounds to her chest. She fell back with a heavy thud.

NO!

Erik could see Aaron snarl like a pit bull. He let out an ugly cry and shot up to grab his gun. Erik peeped that he had it hiding beside his couch.

“You forget who you fucking wit, Aaron?”

Little Erik from way back when. Little Erik that thought he was too good to look out for his family back in Oakland. The family that took you in. Nigga, if I didn’t organize the kill some other niggas would have. Won’t be surprised if some of them driving by your gated community ready to set it off-

“It’s Killmonger.” Erik could feel his blood boiling.

Aaron laughs.

Who?

He hastily aims for Erik but he was fucking with Killmonger. A skilled assassin wanted in two countries.

Pow. Pow.

Aaron’s brains were on the floor...

“Erik?”

He could hear her voice bringing him out of his trance. Erik blinked and now he was back in bed, naked with Y/N. She was sitting up now, bare chest moving rapidly with every deep breath and tears in her eyes. Did Erik just tell her all of that? Flashes happened before his eyes and he could see himself in a cold motel bathroom pacing with rage. He could hear himself screaming at his reflection in the mirror before beating the side of his head. Erik saw his past self punch the mirror into tiny pieces. Erik saw his hand pick up a long shard of glass that fell in the dirty sink. His shirt coming up rest under his chin as tears pricked his eyes making it harder for him to see. That glass broke the surface on his rib cage and his hand shook. He could see himself placing a zig-zag scar into his skin. The glass shard cut into his palm. He was doing so well. Now, he had to leave Oakland behind again.

“Shit, baby,” Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, cradling his head. His hot tears dropped to her breasts and down her belly. Startling her Erik pulls Y/N on his lap bringing his large arms around her. He wept and she did with him.

“I opened that wound back up, shit, this is my fault,” she felt stupid for asking him that now.

“No,” Erik looked up at her with his wet lashes, tear-stained cheeks, and red nose, “I needed that. I need to just,” he breathed in and out, “let the shit go. It was still haunting me.”

“I didn’t want it to get this heavy,” she wiped her face, “Just keep holding me so that I know you're alright.”

Erik gripped her naked waist and rest his head between her breasts. Her smell, warmth, voice, the taste of her tears on his upper lip, she was...so...good. He groaned when he felt his dick plumping up between his legs.

“It’s okay,” She felt it too, “I got you, baby.”

Y/N cupped the back of his head gently, “here,” she brought his mouth to her left nipple, “it’s okay...”

Erik sucked on her nipples softly. His saliva mixed with his tears covered her perky breasts. She rubbed circles with her thumb into the skin on the back of his neck.

“Mm,” she moaned gingerly, “You want more?”

Her hand came down between them to rub along his dick. She picked his weight up and slapped her pussy with it. He could hear the gushy sounds. Erik popped his mouth off her nipple to look into her light brown eyes. She didn’t say a word as she gripped his shoulder with one hand, opened her legs, and picked up his dick with her other hand to sink down on him. His forehead fell forward with defeat. Y/N pulled Erik’s arms around her waist again and with slow smooth strokes, she fucked him.

“You need this, baby,” she kissed his eyebrow, “just feel me, okay?”

Her pussy slushed and oozed around him. Damn, she was giving him what he craved to fix the ache. Fucking the pain out of him like her pussy was made of angel dust. Erik rests his head on her shoulder and allowed his senses to kick in. He could smell her and feel her pulling on his dick. He could feel his balls tightening and his dick swelling. He was going to cum prematurely. Erik grabs Y/N’s waist, bouncing her on him. Her sweet moans and begs for him to fuck her good drove Erik insane. He laid his body flat, pulling her down with him. He raised his hips from the bed and pumped into her pussy. She could hear herself splashing on him.

“Yes, Erik, yes, take my pussy,” she placed soothing kisses on his neck, “Do it, baby, that’s it, make you feel all better, yeah?”

“YES.” He spoke with a grunt.

She bit into his shoulder.

“Baby, you’re making me cum. Faster, yes, don’t be shy, daddy, fuck me faster.”

She was his undoing. Erik grabs her ass to keep her still while he fucked her into a frenzy. She connected with his eyes and Erik didn’t blink away. Not even when he started to cum. A vein formed in the middle of his forehead from how hard he came inside of her. She bit down on her lip, squeezing him purposely to empty him fully.

“Oh, God, Erik.”

“I love you.” He whispered before his eyes closed.

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[hela-of-ren]

My Chosen: Epilogue

IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS SINCE I’VE POSTED ANYTHING, ROSE. I am so sorry for the extremely unnecessary wait, guys. Life caught up with me and I found myself working within an inch of my life with hardly any down time on weekends to write or see my friends or anything. I’ve also chosen to largely stay away from the star wars tag because of all the discourse with certain ships and all around toxic behavior. You guys are amazing for sticking around and I thank you so much for that. I was going to do two more chapters for this, but the way I want to end it is perfect in one chapter. So without further adieu, please enjoy the final chapter of ‘My Chosen’.

The warm sun danced along your arms and legs as you sat perched by the window, a warm mug of tea in your hands. The steam drifted up and warmed your cheeks as you gazed out into the vast courtyard below.

Leia sat on a stone bench with a book in hand as Kylo imitated Luke in slow movements of Jiu Jitsu, their every move in sync with each other.

Since Luke’s reveal of his original intentions towards Kylo, he had been on the road to gaining Leia’s trust back along with his trust towards Kylo. More than anything, he wanted to better himself and rid any feelings of guilt.

Kylo was in a very similar boat, but struggling a bit more. The darkness was in no way gone from him, nor did you expect to to be. Every creature had dark and light with in them, it was how they chose to act on those tendencies. Every day he learned more and more about this new century and how to speak in multiple new tongues.

He absorbed knowledge like a sponge and was always eager to apply his knowledge, just like the prince he was in ancient times. It was no easy position to be in, but Kylo tried with everything he had to appear decent in your eyes.

“Enjoying the view?” A sarcastic yet amused voice called from behind you.

Rey stood in the door way with a knowing smirk on her face as you rolled your eyes in response.

“I could ask you the same.” You replied with a teasing tone as she chortled in delight.

“You’re always a sight for sore eyes, Y/N.” She snarked back at you. She made her way over to you and sat on the bed. “How’s it going with mummy bones out there?” She leant back on her elbows as you chuckled.

“He’s adjusting with every passing day. It’s no small job, but he makes it look relatively simple.” You took a sip of your tea and leaned your head against the window, watching as Leia stood from her seat and gestured Luke away leaving Kylo to his daily meditation.

He began to sit down when his body stiffened and his head turned in confusion. His eyes glanced around until they landed on you in the window, a small smile gracing his lips. You smiled back and made a small wave in is direction only causing him to smile more as he lifted his fingers to his lips and placed them on his heart.

Your body filled with a spreading warmth as you returned the gesture, watching him sit down and begin as a gagging noise sounded off behind you.

“You two are disgusting.” Rey laughed as she jumped up and ruffled your hair. You laughed and brushed her hand away. “C’mon, love bird, you promised me a round of training.” With that you placed your mug down and followed her out the door.

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The spray of the shower was a welcome relief from the vigorous training session Rey had put you through. Since the entire mummy incident, you’d made the decision to begin self defense in favor of not constantly feeling like a damsel in distress.

Also, it just felt really good to kick major ass.

You leaned your head back and allowed the water to relax your muscles, your hands pushing through your hair in complete relaxation. As more steam filled the room, you found yourself lost in the relaxing feeling as the door opened and closed.

It wasn’t until the shower curtain moved slightly that your turned to see a very close and very naked Kylo. You clutched your chest and slapped a hand against his tattooed chest.

“You scared the shit out of me, Kylo! What have i said about sneaking?” His head tilted in a curious manner before he stepped forward within the shower, causing you to step back and make contact with the wall.

He rested his forearms flat against the tile around your head and leaned in until your foreheads touched, every inch of your bodies coming into contact with each other under the wet spray.

“My Chosen...” He uttered in perfect english before pressing his lips to yours, a sigh of pleasure leaving him as his hands slid down the tile to encase your face. Your eyes closed as your hands slid up his firm abdomen, your nails lightly scratching the muscles there.

He shivered in delight, mouth opening in a smile before sliding his tongue into tango with yours. His hands disappeared from your face for a second before you felt yourself being lifted against the wet wall, Kylo’s massive arms squeezing and massaging your thighs.

With a loud smack, your lips left his and you were able to get a good look at him. The water had drenched his hair to the point where it hung in his face, causing you to stifle a laugh as you attempted to slick it back on his head. He leaned into your touch like a puppy, a smile of contentment gracing his lips.

You rested your arms around his shoulders and dropped your forehead back down to his.

“Looks as if someone had a good day with his lessons.” You whispered as he nuzzled his nose against yours. If there was something you enjoyed more than anything about Kylo, it was how affectionate he was with you.

“Mmm, good indeed...” He rumbled before nipping your chin. When it came to everyone else he was very reserved and cold, even stiffening the slightest when Leia hugged him. Yet with you it was like he was a man starved and you were the feast that could satiate his hunger. “Better now with you.”

After another half hour of vigorous kissing in the shower, Kylo had carried you out and dried the two of you off while always maintaining some form of contact with you. You now found yourself in your underwear with Kylo’s head resting on your stomach, a pair of loose fitting black sweats on his hips.

His fingers traced over the remaining scars on your stomach with a gentleness only you knew, lips following in their wake. One hand lay face up on your pillow while the other scratched and sifted through his hair in slow strokes, a low purr rumbled from his chest at the feeling.

He had never sought redemption, never really wanted it if he were to be honest. But when it came to you he felt the need to be better, maybe not entirely good but better.

No, he didn’t want redemption, but he without a doubt wanted you.

“Kylo?” He looked up, resting his chin on your stomach, “You’re quiet tonight...more so than usual.” Your hand left his hair to trace his features.

“Sometimes...I think that I am still in that tomb...still wrapped in dried bandages and trapped in my own head...” Kylo had made strives in his lingual skills, now able to speak English and Italian on top of his native Egyptian.

“...I still think he’ll return....Snoke...and drown me back into the darkness. But worse...I’m afraid he’ll take you from me...” His voice had been reduced to a low whisper as his eyes scanned your scars. You sighed and tilted his chin back up.

“Snoke will never come back, Kylo. You beat him in more ways than one.” You sifted your fingers through his hair once more. “Plus, I’m your chosen, you’re kinda stuck with me.” You joked as a smirk appeared on his lips.

“Indeed, you’re correct...” He growled and crawled up your body, muscles rippling under his tattooed skin. He stopped just in front of your face, lips barely touching yours, “You are mine, my Chosen.” With that, he devoured you with everything he had.

He still had a long way to go, but that was fine with you. You’d stay with him through it all no matter what.

Because really? Death is only the beginning.