#I didn’t double check for spelling errors

[fruitisthenewvegitable]

Sometimes I think I’m not of the Buried.

But then I remember the feeling of being under my blanket. Of wrapping a belt or skirt around my waist. The feeling of my friends leaning on my chest at a sleepover. Of wearing oversized and warm clothes. Of closing my bedroom door and pulling the curtains shut so that all I know is this space I’ve decorated for myself and no other. The feeling of being held.

Sometimes I think that the buried is simply not for me. But then I remember all the times that weight on my chest and belly and legs and back has comforted me in a way not many other things can. In a way that makes me feel secure. In a way that grounds me until I am ready to face the world again.

I used to think the Buried wasn’t for me. But then I remembered that without weight on my chest I would simply float away into the outer depths of space, somewhere I would love to see but hate to exist in. And that if I were to pick between never setting foot on the confining grounds of the earth, letting all my worries and fears go, and flying off to the horizon, the border of our atmosphere, the moon, the sun, and the stars, never stopping until I simply couldn’t anymore, or choose the earth. Then I would still choose the earth, for even if it keeps all my discomforts, it still holds the weight that gives me the ability to calm and ground myself until I am ready to face the world anew, so that I may experience the joy of the presence of others and not just the burning core of the stars, for being able to face the things outside my door is what makes me who I am.

And I fucking love who I am.

So I will take the weight and pressure and comfort that allow me to think straight, and once I am calm again I will have my strength back.

[libraincarnate]

astrology notes: 11 🌊

quick note: i'm absolutely not an astrologer. these are just a collection of some observations, thoughts, theories, and personal experiences. above all this is just for fun. lastly, these may or may not apply to you but you might find something to be true about your friends, family, or lover. enjoy!

✿ aquarius in the 1st house (composite): people may be surprised to you see two together as a couple. this can be because you don’t look like you’d be attracted to each other or because your personalities are different. maybe you guys have been friends before so your families/mutual friends didn’t see it coming. and perhaps you & your partner didn’t expect it either and it came as a surprise, something unexpected. a friends to lovers type of relationship. and although people may be surprised at your relationship they may see that the two of you get along really well, probably always laughing and talking to each other.

✿ neptune in the 2nd house: these natives may have recurring moments where they lose money or it just suddenly disappears even though they’re certain they remember exactly where they put it. may also experience money missing from their financial accounts.

✿ lilith in the 2nd house: can indicate someone who is sneaky, stealthy, & sly like a fox, good at stealing things and rarely getting caught. probably have a history of stealing and could have been doing this since they were young.

✿ lilith in the 3rd house: may have road rage and can be someone who doesn’t respect the traffic signs nor traffic lights. the type to make a u-turn when they’re not supposed to, run a red light, or go above the speeding limit. possibly the types that got into fights in their earlier years in school.

✿ lilith in the 4th house: may be embarrassed or ashamed of their family or their mother in particular. they may not like it when people come over their house and especially do not feel comfortable inviting their friends/partner over. their family may be overbearing, lacking social awareness, vulgar, messy, etc. this placement kind of reminds me of elizabeth and her family, the Bennets, from the movie pride and prejudice (2005 version).

✿ there are so many factors to look at considering your appearance in astrology. i have the features of my rising sign and although im not a libra rising, i’m very libra/venus dominant. i’m a libra sun/venus, my sun is at 7° (libra degree), i also have a libra stellium in my natal chart and in multiple persona charts, it just goes on and on. with that being said, i have dimples and so many freckles, beauty marks, and birth marks all over my body and basically on every body part. so don’t just look to your rising sign. check your dominant planet/sign, your venus sign, the degree of your rising/venus sign, your ascendant/venus persona chart, along with any planets in your 1st house because they can all have an influence on your appearance.

✿ when it comes to words, i’ve noticed that gemini tends to double check the definitions of words to make sure they're using it correctly. they like to expand their vocabulary and using that vocabulary in their day to day speech or to appear smart & they talk a lot, more extroverted. virgo tends to be more pedantic, correcting others for an error in pronunciation/spelling, there’s an emphasis on on grammar and they may flash their impressive vocabulary to show you how stupid you sound, at work/business meetings, or when they’re being sarcastic. they're both ruled by mercury, but i think geminis like to talk more than virgos. virgos appear bashful and quiet/introverted but they have their moments when they are feeling talkative.

✿ sun in the 4th house: these natives may stand out in their family in some way. their skin tone may be lighter than the rest, may be the smartest one, the tallest one, the popular one.

if you have siblings with sun in the 4th you might get compared to them a lot, people/your family highlights the qualities that your sibling has which are the ones you don’t have or maybe they point out how they’re better than you at certain things.

✿ chiron in the 4th house: may have felt like an ugly duckling, an outcast in your family, like you don’t fit in. omg just thought of meg from family guy as i was typing this. could have been treated like cinderella was by her stepfamily.

✿ aquarius moon: may enjoy or find comfort in watching wholesome videos or reading/listening to wholesome stories or news reports. the ones with acts of kindness & generosity, humans treating each other the way they should, the ones that “restore your faith in humanity.”

✿ people with gemini or aries placements tend to be impulsive or quick to react, especially with aries who can be intense & temperamental, or someone who is uranus dominant who can be quite unpredictable and capricious. but if you have pluto in the 1st house you may have great self control. you might be livid or scared on the inside but you have a poker face on the outside. this doesn’t mean you don’t react but you delay the reaction, you wait a little longer to see how things develop and decide whether a reaction is warranted or not.

✿ libras appreciate manners & respectful people so they may not be a fan of cursing and vulgar language. this is contrary to their sister/opposite sign aries who probably curses often and uses indecent words when talking. for libras it makes them cringe, for aries it can be a form of verbal, emotional, and self-expression.

✿ pisces love it when it rains. they find it soothing & dulcet. the change in atmosphere is something they can really feel & it’s comforting. they’re the types to listen to sad music when they’re sad, so the gray skies & dark clouds only makes everything better. taking a walk or being outside on the porch or balcony as it rains can be refreshing & purifying for pisces. laying in bed cuddling or falling asleep to the raindrops feels like bliss.

^ meanwhile sun dominants may hate it when it rains because the atmosphere looks too gloomy & dismal to them. and things could get windy, muddy & messy which makes them want to avoid going outside altogether.

✿ lilith in gemini: these individuals are quick thinkers & are good with words, they know how to be persuasive which makes them good liars, they can create clever lies on the spot. while this can make them appear untrustworthy, for these natives lying could have been a surviving mechanism. they may have been subject to tense, controlling, and traumatic environments & people and this could have made them feel like they couldn’t be themselves nor speak their truth. doing so may have resulted in more pain and suffering and to avoid or at least reduce that, they turned to lying to protect themselves.

✿ netpune in the 8th house: probably aren’t afraid of death and may even look forward to going to the other side (i’m not talking about suicidal thoughts). or they might wish to die in their sleep when the time has come. they may have a tendency to imagine gruesome things like strange/dark creatures & they might experience vivid nightmares that feel real. would probably be really good at creating morbid art.

✿ scorpio mars/venus: may be mean to their partner, not really in a serious way but in a teasing way. but trust me, underneath the little attitudes & the teasing they are in loveee. they care for their partners so deeply and just want to drown in them.

✿ moon in the 7th house: they don’t like when people are mad at them or when there’s strife in their relationships. it makes them feel emotionally uncomfortable which can lead to the native worrying and obsessively thinking about what went wrong. they’ll try to talk it out, perform acts of kindness, or other things to get the person to forgive them or to resolve any issues. this is another placement that may be too forgiving or tolerant in relationships as well.

✿ cancer: may be a very patriotic individual and so they may have the desire to go to war or fight for their homeland/country in some way like getting into politics for the sake of their country. they may feel a strong connection to their family, their background/history, and the land their family came from. could be the type to rep their flag and culture loud and proud. may want to give back to their country or the people there. tradition is important and they plan on keeping family/cultural traditions alive and/or even creating some of their own.

✿ 6th house synastry: gather around the fireplace my loves, were gunna talk about this synastry because often times it’s either disregarded, underappreciated, or seen as ominous. because of this i’ll mainly be talking about the positives and the favorable possibilities. warning, this is section is lowkey long af.   with 6th house synastry you get a feel for how well a person can fit into your life. because the 6th house has to do with daily life, routines, and schedules, this is such an important aspect in a relationship. the person you have 6th house synastry with could possibly think you make their daily life so much better. and if you are apart of their daily life, then there’s potential for you to be a big part of their life or to be in their life for many years. this doesn’t automatically mean this person will be a co-worker, employee, or employer, but if you can see, interact with, and develop relationships with the people you work with on a pretty daily basis for years, even 10+, then the same can apply to the those who aren’t co-workers, etc. but you still have 6th house synastry with them.

who knows, animals may bring you two together. could meet at the dog park, the vet, at an animal shelter or pet store. you guys may get pets together and it could feel like that pet is apart of your relationship/family. perhaps you two met at the hospital/doctor’s office, or when you happened to visit their place of work.

this person may look forward to seeing or speaking to you everyday. you can become apart of their routine, your presence can feel so natural that it feels like something is missing or different when you’re not around, when they haven’t heard from you, when you didn’t go out for your daily coffee together, when you miss dinner, when you’re traveling or away from home they can really feel it and miss you.

schedules are also important, such as work schedules. with unfavorable planets and aspects they might work a night shift but you may work a morning shift, or somehow your schedules clash. or sleeping schedules which can determine the rest of your day. for example they may be a night owl and you may be an early bird which means you may not get to sleep with each other often, can eat breakfast at different times, while you feel the most productive and energized they may feel the least productive or they’re just trying to unwind. almost functioning on different time zones.

but with favorable planets and aspects and such, this can bring so much harmony, connection, and understanding to the relationship. things flow. those moments when you’re sleeping together, get to just spend hours in bed, cuddling, making/having breaskfast together, knowing exactly what they like to eat, doing your morning/night routines together. a lot of the things are in the details but they’re still significant and can contribute to forming a bond. there’s more time to spend together and wanting to be near each other either doing something together or on your own but still next to each other. there’s a sense of familiarity and comfort.

there’s so much care and attention in 6th house synastry. your partner wants to put you at ease, making sure you’re okay, that you’ve eaten, you’re in a good mood. they’re supportive. they remember the important and little things about you. your likes and dislikes. you know those games where you and your partner answer questions about each other/your relationship? you guys would probably be good at that. when you’re sick they wanna do anything they can to help and alleviate your pain & discomfort. the type to never wanna leave your side until you’re well again. your well-being is a priority for them.

the 6th house is ruled by virgo which is ruled by mercury and the 6th house relates to the conscious mind as well. so with 6th house synastry, you may be someone that’s always on their mind, they find themselves thinking about you throughout the day. wondering what you’re doing, how you’re doing, the next time you’ll hang out, how much they love you, etc.

if i’m not mistaken, the 6th house also considers the physical body. so if positive placements and aspects in the 1st house can indicate good physical attraction and sexual tension/chemistry because of physical appearance, then why can’t this apply to the 6th house if it relates to the physical body? i’m not saying the 1st and 6th house are the same, but different houses do have similar themes. with that being said, sex can also be a big part of your relationship. for a lot couples, sex is important and even a deal breaker. this doesn’t necessarily have to do with one’s performance in bed but rather the sexual experience as a whole and how they connect with each other during the act. for a lot of people sex is more than just sex and in the 6th house this can be a daily/frequent thing. might like showering together. and because 6th house is the house of service, depending on the signs/planets in the 6th house there can be a dom/sub type of dynamic, not just in sex though. your partner may be more dominant or have submissive traits in the way they approach life and go about doing things.

going back to the physical body, there’s exercising, may together & perhaps helping each other stay healthy and on top things. there’s self-improvement here but in synastry there can be improvement and progress within the relationship too. creating common goals, creating plans with each other and if you’re doing these things together, surely you must see them in your life in the future. 6th house also talks about habits and you might be a good habit, something that is so good for them and their life, possibly even addicting or healing. with taurus in the 6th you can make them feel grounded and you bring stability to their life. with leo in the 6th you can bring fun, a burst of energy or happiness to their everyday life.

if they’re headed out to the store, food shopping, running errands or whatever, they might want you to come with them and you guys can have fun doing simple things like that. the type of partner that might be sitting with you or watching you while you put your makeup on/get dressed, helping you choose an outfit. don’t forget, acts of service is considered a love language for a reason! and relationships don't only consist of romance, going on dates all the time, staring in each other's eyes saying i love you every 4 seconds (hey scorpio 😘😂), but there's a more realistic & practical side as well.

mars in the 6th can bring passion, sex, desire, and determination. your partner can be a source of motivation. and i get that mars is a malefic planet, but every planet/sign can come with pros and cons whether it be benefic or malefic, and there are also favorable/unfavorable aspects, retrograde planets, etc.

venus in the 6th can bring affection, beauty, attention, love/romance, and pleasure. they may also help you with your self-love. acts of service may be a primary love language but remember signs matters to. with taurus venus it may be acts of service + physical touch.

or with gemini venus it may be acts of service + words of affirmation.

moon in the 6th here can bring an emotional connection, considering their feelings and what’s meaningful to your partner, someone who relieves your stress. may help you cope with your emotions in better ways.

plus, the 6th house won’t be the only house with planets in it. so having a synastry chart with 6th house energy coupled with that 8th house synastry ya’ll love, or even 5th house or 7th house energy may be really nice to have.

i see 6th house synastry described as unromantic and while i agree that the themes of the 6th house aren’t related to love, i still see it as a house with themes that can establish a very good foundation for a relationship and it can help develop a bond, and greatly contribute to intimacy and a close connection.

if you read the whole 6th house synastry section here’s an extra heart for you ♥︎, because you really read all that lol. i appreciate you! but hopefully this was helpful, encouraging, and i hope this brought a sweet & supportive perspective to this synastry.

if you read this until the end i hope you enjoyed it & thank you so much for reading. ♥︎♥︎♥︎, those hearts are for you.

[rafedaddy01]

Pt1

Notes: here is the long awaited pt2, I’m sorry it took so long. I’ve been active but I haven’t had the chance to sit down and write this until now. Ps. I didn’t double check for spelling errors so if you see any just ����

Last night was strange. I try to push the embarrassing thoughts from invading my mind as i stir in bed, the sun coming up and painting the room.

Our exchange was awkward if anything more. he just eyed me up and down and smirked as i burst out of the room and shut the door. i slid down onto the floor and just sat there for a minute trying to process what i just saw.

Ive never been with a boy let alone seen one naked. Especially one that looks like THAT!

oof, i knew rafe cameron would be good looking but i expected him to look like all the rich, silver-spoon, snobs ive met. But no. he was god like. His hair was slicked back and his eyes roamed my body from the mirror dangerously, i could see the blue in them from where i was standing and they were mesmerizing. His facial features are sculpted to perfection and his abs. Oh. My. God.

and then there was his -dick- gross i dont like that word, but there it was. just staring at me. ive never seen one, besides in porn. Im not a prude i know what sex is and yes i indulge in my own sexual pleasure, but ive never actually seen one in person beofre, but if they all look like that then sign me up!

I groan as my alarm rings at 6am sharp. I always get up early because i like the morning peace. back home i would climb the roof of our manor and watch as the sun rose. it was my own private meditation and helped ease some of the stress my parents enforced on me as a 18 year old.

I walk to the bathroom rubbing my eyes and yawning, i dont expect anyone to be up at this time and i want to relax in the shower.

"Oh my god! dont you ever lock the door?" i say as i take a step back and shut the door. I could hear his deep laugh from the other side as he walked up an dopened the door. "dont worry, pretty girl, im all dressed this time" i could feel his smirk even though my hands were still covering my eyes.

i let them fall and hes right hes very much clothed. shame, wait what am i thinking! I take him in, hes wearing a bright orange shirt that as small white stripes on it and cargo shorts, his hair is slicked back with gel like last night, oh god last night. my eyes shift down to his crotch. is he.. hard?' "see something you like pretty girl?" he cocks an eyebrow at me as he leans on the door frame. "i sure do" he says smugly

oh shoots, i forgot im still wearing my sleepwear, its a black lacy bralette and matching panties, i dont like sleeping with clothes on it gets too hot. im instantly aware of how exposed i am and rush for a hoodie from my luggage, it wont cover much but it drops to just above my thighs and its better than nothing "sorry" i murmur, "dont be, its only fair i see you naked now" he says as he walks into my room and exits through my bedroom door.

"see you at breakfast? shame i missed dinner last night, i was looking forward to meeting you miss Morales" he stops in the doorway and says this before leaving

i cant help but blush. is rafe flirting with me?

i shake it off and go back to my morning routine, i take a shower and wash myself with the same cedarwood and ginger shampoo i did last night and put on some baggy jeans and hoodie as i make my way to breakfast.

"good morning Avery" ward says as they all sit in the same seats from last night, except rafe is here and his seat is right next to mine. fuck.

"you havent met rafe yet, our eldest" ward syas as i take a seat next to him "oh weve met dad" rafe answers as he smiles at me

"good, youll be showing her around school next week, ive already arranged it and youll have all the same classes. I want her to feel welcomed in this town rafe, her father is an important man and were proud to be helping the Morales's" ward explains.

shit i completly forgot about school. high school. senior year. New people, rich pricks and bitchy girls. I am so not ready.

"we still on for today?' i ask sarah as we eat our pancakes. "yes!' she says excitedly

"whats today" rafe asks

sarah rolls her eyes and i can sense the tension between the two, they do not like each other thats for sure

"im showing avery around the island and introducing her to some friends." sarah says

rafe scoffs "you call those dirty pouges friends" he says crossing his arms over his chest "i dont know why you hangout with them sarah" he snaps at her "because their good people rafe, something you dont know how to be" she slightly yells "kids!' ward warns. they both grumble as rafe pushes his seat back and storms off, breakfast barely touched. wheezie sits there like nothing just happened and sips her juice. shit this family is a little crazy, theres definatly more to their story.

After breakfast me and sarah head into town on some bikes, its not a long ride and we reach a restaurant type of building. "kie" sarah says as she walks up to a tan skinned girl with curly hair whose smile lights up the whole room "this isavery, shes staying with us for a while" there it is again, a while, i sure hope not. "nice to meet you" i say extending my hand, kie pushing it away and brings me in to a tight bear hug, i do not like being touched but i let it slide its oddly comforting. "im kie or kiara" she explains.

we spend some time chatting and kie explains that this restaurant is her parents and she helps run it. we get to know each other a little more and then sarah decides to introduce me to the rest of her gang.

we pull up to a cheatue house in kies car and exit. "hey, wasss up kook queen" a boys voice beams as he brings sarah in to a tight hug. hes cute, in a boy next door kind of way, his features are pretty and its not my type but his charming personality is interesting, ingiging almsot. "Im JJ" he bows to me and takes a hand kissing the top of it "Avery" i giggle at his antics and he winks. "this is John B and Pope" sarah says as we walk up furtuer to the house and there are two boys sitting drinking beers. "sup" they say as i walk up.

"so what brings you to a shithole like this" John B asks, he has his arm around sarah, they are clearly cozy. "Im orginially from California, a small town Nevada City, my dad opened one of the banks there and its gradually increased and become nationwide so we moved here for business purposes but im staying with the camerons until my parents settle some business back in cali" i explain

"so your a kook? shame" jj speaks my eyebrows scrunch as i look at sarah "whats a kook?" i ask. they all laugh as if im some stupid little girl, "a kook is those who live on the fancy side of town, hangout at the country club and spend daddys money, like rafe" he looks over to sarah "no offense, princess" "none taken" she laughs as she drinks her beer. "and pouges" pope speaks up, finally, "are us. the low lifes, who have to work two jobs to have a stable life and survive" he says. the group goes quiet and its odd. they have names for the groups in the town, it all seems like its straight out a movie and theres a rivalry between the two, its obvious. the way jj described the kooks with such hatred.

"but stick with us baby girl and well teach you the right way" jj says slinging an arm around me and dangling a beer in front of me

for the third time, i do not like being touched, but theres a calming in his presence, its not like rafe who excites and frightens me at the same time.

"count me in!" i beam as i take the beer from him and crack it open. tilting my head back and gulping down the liquid "thats it! woo!" jj shouts as he stands up and does the tarzan pose and hits his chest "P4L" they all chant as jj down his beer.

the rest of the day was spent with the pouges as they call themselves and me and and sarah go back home towards the evening

"did you two have fun" rafe asks as we pass him outside. hes leaning on the door frame with a smug smirk on his face "dont start rafe" she says as she walks past him "i told dad about your little adventure today, hes not happy" rafe says smiling as he eyes me down "really rafe, your such a dick" sarah pouts as she runs inside. he eyes me one more time before walking past me and inside

i dont know what it is about rafe but he intriging, its like something is pulling me in towards him. the way he stares at me makes my knees weak and my hurt beat faster. i realize the shampoo i use is his as his smells wafts off him when he walks by "oh by the way Avery, i like when you use my shampoo. it smells good on you" he stops in the doorway behind me and takes a deep inhale of my black locks

what am i gonna do with him, hes very straight forward and my body craves him in a way that ive never experienced, its dangerous and exhilarating all in one.

i head back to my room and pass by the study, i hear ward an sarah arguing. "this i important sarah! you cant ruin this for us. this is business and taking her on the cut can put her in serious danger. stop hanging out with those dirty pogues and get your head out of the gutter!" ward shouts "whatever dad, theyll always be mor of a family then you, and maybe she fits in with us!" sarah shouts back then theres a slam of the front door and sarahs gone

i take a deep breath as i head back up the stairs and into my room. what does he mean i could get hurt? what is nobody telling me? where are my parents and what the fuck is going on?

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism @drewstarkeysbae @sevenwivesofrafecameron @rxfecameronsslut @findapenny @r1vrsefx

[edytae]

Chapter 1: Needy Love (smut-mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x Reader

“I am promised to you, Taehyung.” Your engagement ring shined as you took off your earrings and undone your hair.

“You are…” Taehyung hugged you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist. “My promised girl…”

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader   

summary: You and your fiancé Kim Taehyung had to stay in a hotel room because of the pouring rain, giving you the best chance to show your neediness. 

rating: 18+, smut, mature, do not interact if you are underage

genre/warnings: period fic (bad attempt), Taehyung tries to be gentleman and he cares about virginity and stuff, Y/N is needy as hell but she is clueless, some clit action, there is no penetration, attempt to handjob or smth like that, it is not that spicy but they are needy whores.

word count: 13K

Chapter 1:  Needy Love

Chapter 2: Tae-time

A/N1:  It is the week before finals so that means I have to write a smut!! Please don’t mind spelling and grammar errors.

A/N2:  If you like to check my other work: Sweet Welcoming , Norway , i am mad, you’re mine, take a break, concert rush and my masterlist. Take care and stay safe.

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 “I leave the keys on- here.” After placing your suitcase on the ground, the housekeeper left the keys on the bedside table and looked at Taehyung for approval. 

Taehyung was standing tall in front of you, “Thank you.” 

“We have running hot water in the bathroom. If you like, I can bring more wood for the fireplace, sir.” The man continued, his white beard and chubby cheeks welcomingly smiling. Taehyung shook his head no. The only thing he wanted was to be alone with you. 

“Of course, sir.” The man bowed to him and walked to the door. “Our dinner service starts at 7 pm and lasts until the first lights of the morning. We would love to see you in our weekly recitals tonight. Our pianist is the best, travelling from Petrograd.” The housekeeper finally left the room after completing his job and announcement. 

As soon as the man left the room, you let out a long puff. Taehyung followed the man and locked the door, putting the safety handle on. “I am actually soaked,” You complained, trying to take your brown coat off that weighed double as it was completely wet. 

Taehyung couldn’t help but find you adorable. “Let me help you, my darling.” He said, hands finding your shoulders. When his large palms touched your skin, you felt electricity strike through your muscles.

Taehyung smiled at your reaction and helped you remove your undercoat as well. The two thick layers of clothing were gone, but now you felt freezing cold. As soon as Taehyung pulled the right arm off, you ran to the burning fireplace.

“I don’t think I've felt this cold since I was in Moscow.” You groaned at the feeling of warmth coming from the burning woods. 

“I am sorry, darling, I didn’t know it would rain this terribly. If not, I would have postponed our train.” Taehyung followed you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You let out another pleased grunt, “No, I loved our little adventure.” You touched his hands clutching your stomach. It was beyond wonderful running in the rain with his large hand holding yours.  “You should remove your coat as well, Taetae.” You turned your face to him and palmed his large shoulders— just because you could. Taehyung didn’t want to wet your blouse any further, so he got rid of his long coat in one single motion and returned to your touch quickly after. 

You hugged his chest, stealing more warmth from him. He engulfed you in his embrace, allowing you to feel his heartbeat. You felt secure in his large arms. He silenced the world with his heartbeat and sweet musky smell.

“It is the classic London weather, right?” You rubbed your face to his chest. “Yes,” He giggled, chest vibrating under your ear. 

“Yet it is very concerning. Ships might not leave ports for a few days.” He caressed your back gently as he spoke. 

Your untimely visit to England had a very joyful purpose despite the gloomy weather. Taehyung’s eldest cousin’s wedding cheerful contrast all problems. 

Taehyung’s mother informed you and Taehyung after Youngsun’s engagement was announced that you two would attend in their name. You were expecting a big family trip, just like you were a kid, but the fact that she was a widow remarrying was enough to hurry the wedding with little guests. After hearing your families’ remark, you took it upon yourself to make sure Youngsun had at least one cheering friend. That’s how you and Taehyung travelled to England at the end of October. Two of you had spent the last two months travelling together as an engaged couple, and it had been wonderful. 

“We could stay here for a bit, don’t you think, fiancée?” He said while swaying your body to the sides. “We couldn’t spend a lot of time together lately and I would love to take my fiancée to the best restaurants in central London.” 

“I would love to visit Hyde Park too. I wonder how it has changed since last I came here.” You pouted, there was no way you could with this rain.

“Sure, my love.” Taehyung kissed your slightly cold cheeks. “But first we have to go to a shop. I know a very good hat maker here.” He caressed your chin as you looked at him in excitement. 

“We have a deal then.” You tried to shake his hand as he playfully dodged it. “Shake your hand on it, Tae!” You whined.

“Promise to shop and have dinner. Not to visit Hyde Park.” He loved annoying you, oh, so dearly. “We can come here before the next Regatta, okay? Then you can run in the muddy grass all you want.” He kissed your eyelids while you let him hold your face.

“We won’t have time next spring.” You mumbled excitedly. Taehyung playfully gasped, “Oh, right. We will be busy with wedding preparations.” He kissed your grinning face. “Then, we can come here on our honeymoon. What do you say?” His tone was going deeper and deeper. You couldn’t help your lady bits get excited about the word honeymoon. 

“But we won’t have the energy to leave our room.” Taehyung kissed your earlobe. A shiver ran down your spine. His lips kissed the side of your neck as your breathing sped up. 

Taehyung’s nose hit the ends of your hair. They were damp with rain. “Do you want to have a bath, fiancée?” He whispered into your ear in his low voice. His intentions were not entirely dirty. He simply wanted you to relax since it was his fault that the two of you were caught in the rain. You shivered when his lips touched your cold ears. A scorching hot bath would be awesome right now. 

“Are you going to keep me company?” You kissed his chin while smiling largely. Taehyung bit down his lip, of course, you had to make his sexual request very sexual.

“You know, I have been a good girl for you,” You shamelessly confessed. In the last weeks, Taehyung was busy taming you and himself.  

He giggled, how could you be this adorable and sexy at the same time? 

“Please Taehyungie, I am craving you…” Your core was lightened the first time Taehyung touched you, but now that he mentioned a bath, you were on fire.

Taehyung kissed your forehead and slightly squeezed your body in his arms. 

This was his biggest struggle too. Maybe, it was a price to pay as he found his soulmate. Even though both of you are engaged now, Taehyung still didn’t have you truly despite your very tempting efforts. 

He craved you— more than you craved him— but he was too afraid of scaring you, hurting you, getting you pregnant… He knew what your parents expected from him. They knew Taehyung’s sloppy past with a couple of women. If Taehyung were to act like before, it would be the last time he sees you.

But that didn’t mean he make you stay hopeless. He indulged your fantasies from time to time and allowed you to release your sexual frustration. Also, it was great training for Taehyung as he lasted two minutes at most.

“You know-” You stopped his repetitive excuses with a scoff and changed the subject. It was starting to feel humiliating as you craved him insanely.

“I don’t think I have the energy left for a bath, but I should definitely change my clothes- ugh and my shoes too.” You grimaced and released his body.

Taehyung fell over you slightly, “You should, baby, let me help you get your shoes off.” He said, getting on one knee. 

Your breath hitched when Taehyung lowered himself and caressed your legs over your long skirt. Then, he carefully bent one of your knees and placed your feet on his knee and opened the laces. He worked as if you were a precious piece of diamond. 

"Thank you, Taetae." You shyly said as he got rid of your soaked shoes and placed them in front of the fireplace. Then, he sat on the armchair, watching you open your suitcase. 

You pulled out a new outfit for yourself, this time a one-piece navy dress with sleek shoulders. After pulling many white pieces of cotton, which were your undergarments, you drew the curtains of the room.

 Taehyung didn’t understand what you were going to do until you unbuttoned your blouse. You were undressing in front of him as if it was a casual thing. Taehyung had seen you half-naked before, he was blessed to catch glimpses of your skin. However, he had never seen you undress. You always had plenty of maids around you and he wasn’t really allowed into your room in your aunt’s house. 

But here you were, taking off your white blouse in front of him while standing in front of a mirror. As your white lace blouse was carefully placed over one of the empty hangers, your arms and necks were bare. Taehyung’s dick wished to be bare as your arms. 

While Taehyung placed his arms over his crotch to disguise his growing crotch, you were busy taking off your gored skirt. Its hemline was ruined by dirt. 

Under your skirt, you had a petticoat. You remembered your aunt’s maid pulling on it harshly as she said your waist will appear very thin, mademoiselle. But now you were struggling to pull the strings free. Only if you didn’t cut your nails recently, you would be able to do it. As your arms become sore from stretching back, you took a step closer and turned your back to the mirror to have a better view. 

Taehyung stared at your small and defined figure for so long that he didn’t think about helping you. He drooled over your body until you asked him for help. “For the love of God, let me out of this petticoat.” You groaned, a layer of sweat already on your skin. Taehyung got up by holding onto his knees. It would be so embarrassing if you noticed his erection. He felt guilty about popping an erection while you were being so domestic and natural around him.

Taehyung's hands found the two elastic strings. “It is too tight, darling.” He shared his observations quietly, but you shivered at the words. Would he say that while you two… have sex? Would you be tight for him? Taehyung swallowed thickly, realising what he said. 

Up close your skin was even smoother. It took everything in Taehyung not to ogle. “I can’t believe women are forced to wear such restricted garments,” he said, desperately wanting to touch your skin, but he took steps back, hoping his erection would go down quickly.

You nodded, “Could you help me with my corset too?” You asked while taking off your petticoat. Taehyung had already started diverting his eyes while his hands stuffed into his pockets. 

“Oh- It’s okay, I’ll call the-um…” You felt your neck burn with embarrassment as he avoided touching you, and you were thinking it would be okay to change clothes in front of him. The hotel’s owner's wife had offered a helper lady, but you denied it without giving it a thought. Now, you wouldn’t be able to ask for room service as you were already undressed.

“Could you ask one-” Your voice sounded weak. A sudden dry throat didn’t allow you to speak. You clutched at your chest, trying to cover yourself as Taehyung turned his head to the side. Why didn’t he look at you? Were you not pretty or flattered in your undergarments?

Taehyung could easily pick up the sad tone in your voice. “I can help you further if- if you don’t mind, my darling.” 

Even though the words came from his heart, from his sole desire to take care of you, they didn’t sound sincere to you. You worried that he thought you were using him.

“The housekeepers must be very busy. This place is overbooked…” Taehyung took a step closer to you, his eyes laid on the silky corset cover and the corset itself, tightly secured on your body.

“Taehyung-” You took a deep breath and folded your arms under your breasts. Then, Taehyung looked you in the eyes.

“You don’t have to do anything just because I want to. I don’t want to force things on you. That- that would make me a very bad person.” You grew angry when he averted his eyes again.

“Darling, that is not my intention.” He took another step closer to you, but this time you turned your back to him as his words rang in your ears. Your hands returned to your back to find the knot in the middle. There were four strings knotted cross two times. As you didn’t see which side to start, you mindlessly pulled on one of the ends. Thankfully, the corset became a bit looser to give you enough space to move in. You drew your hands to the front to hook off the corset from the front side. You tried to pull your stomach and chest in to give yourself ease but still, the knots in the back were too tight. 

You scoffed, your own corsets—the ones you used as a nurse never had these problems. You could take them off in a breeze as they were knotted on the front and less complicated. However, your mother had discarded them saying you were no longer part of the working class. You were an aristocratic daughter trapped in her stupid corset.

Taehyung didn’t want you to struggle and he replaced your hands with his. “I am sorry, my love. Please allow me.” His breath hit your neck and as an unashamed girl, you felt aroused in seconds. 

As he loosened the strings in the middle, you let out a deep breath. Finally, the tightness on your chest was gone as you took off your strict undergarment.

“We can eat dinner in our room if you like.” Taehyung patted your sides. It worried him how you seemed yellow all of a sudden. Was it because of your tight corset? 

You shook your head no, “I don’t min-d.” Taehyung furrowed his brows at how shaky your voice was. Your nose was red as well as your whole bare neck.

“Darling?” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You whimpered; Taehyung buried his nose into your bare neck. “I always want to touch you; you must know that. Please don’t feel ashamed. I always want to feel your flesh on mine all the time. But you must also know how you affect me…” He said, eliciting a scoff from you. Your effect on him? Does he mean his pure aversion?

“Do you know how frustrating it is to keep getting denied?” You asked with a pout. Taehyung opened his eyes while his face was still buried in your neck. He could see the swell of your breasts very easily, so he immediately shut his eyes back. 

“Do you know how frustrating it is to walk around like… this?” Taehyung pressed your lower back to his crotch. You immediately felt his erection, positioned against his abdomen. You squeaked.

“You make me insane, Y/N.” He caressed your back. “And you have the audacity to sulk at your future husband. Must I stay on my knees every single moment to prove my love to you?” Taehyung bit down your neck, and you shivered. 

“It is not my fault that I desire you uncontrollably, Taehyung.” You continued pouting. Taehyung ran his thumb on your bottom lip and groaned at your confession. 

“Oh my sweet, baby,” he murmured while looking at your red cheeks. He couldn’t understand a young woman’s endless needy burn. “Don’t baby me,” You pushed his hand with a pout. Why didn't he see you as a desirable woman? 

Taehyung looked at you in shock when you pushed him, “My darling, your desires are reciprocated. I feel the same desire, if not more…” He pulled you in again, laying your forehead on his lips. He pressed a few innocent kisses, “It would be such a crime if I didn’t yearn you, my gorgeous love. But you must understand why I refrain-” His low and steady voice didn’t ease you.

“But you enjoyed your time with other ladies without refraining yourself. Am I not simply enough for you or not as important as them?” Oh, there was the deep jealousy you harboured for every woman he ever laid his eyes on. “Maybe I should have spent my endless night in the arms of many men, and then you could maybe understand how I feel.”

Taehyung hissed with a bad taste in his mouth, “No woman in this world is comparable to you. Your worth in my heart is never a subject to question. There is only you now and forever.” 

You shrugged, no matter how much he said he was loyal to you, you couldn’t extinguish your flaming jealousy. “I-” You held yourself from arguing any further. One said that wife’s endless bickering caused the man’s life. 

“I simply crave you endlessly, and I-I wish we could be more- physical like you were with other women in your life.” Taehyung’s arms sank. 

“But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want, Taehyung. I understand.” You pressed a simple innocent kiss to his hand on your face and kindly returned to your clothes on the chair.

Taehyung gulped, his erection further throbbed. “It is not that I don’t want you, my love. I am afraid that I will hurt you, or that I will cause a big fiasco and damage your honour.” He explained calmly. “I want your soul and I want your body. I want you more than anything.” 

“I am promised to you, Taehyung.” Your engagement ring shined as you took off your earrings and undone your hair.

“You are…” Taehyung hugged you from behind. His hands wrapped around your waist. “My promised girl…” He kissed your hair. He looked at you through the mirror ahead of you two. 

“Gosh, how sexy you are…” Taehyung’s hand shook as he carefully caressed your stomach and he kept kissing your neck.

You smiled at him sweetly and continued to brush your hair in the small space he gave you. 

“Your smell is truly exciting, baby. It is such a sweet drug, it heals me.” His hand held the hair brushed sweetly and smelt it. “My love,” His eyes were closed, otherwise you could see them roll back. 

“You should change into your clothes too, Taehyung.” You knew giving him a cold shoulder wasn’t the most mature thing you could do. But it hurt you endlessly to see him so unaffected. 

Taehyung understood your thoughts from your voice and pressed a final kiss to your neck, “I love you, Y/N.” His voice was not loud but very clear.

You smiled at him back, and rubbed his hand on your stomach, “I love you too, Taehyungie.” Despite your momentary annoyance, your love for him was undeniable. 

Taehyung let out a long, relaxed breath. He might have cried if you didn’t say I love you back. He reluctantly released your body from his arm, you shivered at the cold air after his body left.

Taehyung returned to the suitcase, his clothes were mixed with yours. He tried to pull some decent clothing. He picked up his dark brown velvet suit and returned to the mirror. 

He was going to undress in front of him as you did. However, you avoided Taehyung’s eyes. You walked to the single chair in front of the fireplace, Taehyung only saw your side profile.

Your reasoning was quite simple. You didn’t want to provoke yourself any further. Taehyung knew that, but he wanted more, just like you.  “You can’t look at me too, darling?” Despite his understanding, Taehyung was slightly offended. 

“I just feel very cold, my love.” Your extra sweet voice tried to cover your bitter mind as the fireplace warmed your rigid muscles.

Taehyung wasn’t a quitter, he walked around the chair and stood in front of you. You dropped your head back to look at his large figure. His large hands caressed your face, dragging your bottom lip down. 

“Don’t sulk at me.” His voice was stern but hinted a glimpse of playfulness. You dropped your tongue out and pressed against his thumb to provoke him.

“You little coquette,” He inserted his pointer finger into your mouth instead. He watched you as you glided his long digit slowly between your wet lips.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He asked sternly again as he pushed his finger against your rhythm. Your mouth pushed him immediately as a reflex. 

“Is this why you are being so naughty?” He leaned in and whispered into your ear. 

“It is not my fault if my fiancé can’t meet my needs.” You challenged while drooling into his hand. Taehyung’s eyes fluttered, the lengths you would go to make him lose his mind was impossible. 

“Do you think I can’t meet your needs? Huh? Let’s see,” He mumbled, sliding your sleeves off your shoulders. Your soft breasts were welcomed by the warm air coming from the fireplace. 

Taehyung hissed at the sight of them, sitting there pretty, juicy… You watched his expression very closely. The side of his mouth pulled to the sides, normally he would bite down his lips to conceal his hungry expression, but he didn’t do that now. He let his hunger read by your eyes.

“You think I can’t meet your needs?” He asked as lowered his hands to his sides, his low voice never sounded this drenched with sexual frustration. 

You pushed your chest out instinctively to make him touch them. “Maybe…” you mumbled a lie. 

“Get up, my love.” He ordered, voice far from cold. You followed excitedly. Taehyung’s eyes gazed at your knobby nipples. He wanted to wrap his mouth around them now… 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked when you were raised up to your feet. His gentleman side made you smirk, for a second you had thought he was gonna be rough with you. 

“Yes.” You answered with a pout, only his unbuttoned shirt at your eye level.

“Look me in the eyes.” You heard Taehyung gulp. When your eyes met his, you saw not an angry or frustrated man- you saw a man in love. 

“Taehyung…” You sighed his name under his caring caramel eyes, leaning towards his body. You sighed again when your bare chest touched his almost naked one. 

His hand held your chin delicately, “My love…” He sighed back while his eyes danced around your face. He looked at you as if he was seeing his own God. 

“My love.” You nuzzled into his hand. It was when Taehyung aimed for your lips. 

This was not your first kiss. However, every single one of them made you lose your mind, your breath. His lean lips were mostly messy when he kissed you. Despite every bit of control Taehyung had, he became a desperate lover in disguise. But this time Taehyung’s kiss was calculated. He overwhelmed you with his tongue and pulled back right after.

Every time he pulled back, he pulled your body onto him. Your legs didn’t even try to support you as they cutely trembled every second you spent lips locked with your husband-to-be. His title made you grow hungrier. 

“Ahh,” You whined, clasping your hands more securely to his shoulders. Taehyung felt how you were trying to climb onto him. He bit your lip down, “Tae-” You gasped, immediately pulling back. However, Taehyung chased you immediately, sucking your lip, and invading your mouth with his large, thick tongue once again.

As you were comprehending his warm tongue in your mouth, his large hands wrapped around your thighs. And with a simple tug, Taehyung picked you up.

A scream let your mouth, he never had done that before. “Be quiet, baby.” He warned you as your stomach clenched at the anticipation. You hugged him tighter, “How could you- do- what?” You looked around in his arms, legs locked around his waist. Everything seemed different… a lot smaller.

Taehyung scoffed, “Pick you up? You weigh like a leaf, baby.” Taehyung’s hands held you on your asscheeks. He pulled you even higher, and for the first time he was reaching up to kiss you.

“Tae-h-yung..” You moaned the second and melted on his lips. As you sloppily kissed his lips, Taehyung carried you to the bed a few steps ahead. His thighs hit the bedside. He smirked with anticipation, “I am gonna show you how well I can meet your needs.” 

You looked him in the eyes just before he dropped you to bed. You immediately hold yourself on your elbows to watch him. Taehyung pulled off his button-up, making the little buttons rip apart. 

You gasped and watched him like his good girl. “Up, baby.” Taehyung got on the bed and pulled you over the pillows. “Let me kiss you everywhere, huh?” He said before diving into your neck. With his whole body weight on you, it felt like you could burst at any moment. 

Your lips said gibberish, “Taehyung, baby, baby…” He hummed every time you called his name.  He sucked along the vein on your neck, feeling your frantic heartbeat when he pressed your tongue on it.

“I own your pleasure just like I own you.” He whispered into your skin. You pulled his hair back, “Yes, yes, you own me, Ta-eh-yung.”

He smirked knowingly, “Say it again, my little slut.”

“You have me, Taehyung.” You gasped out, desperately trying to kiss his lips. “Hmm,” Taehyung’s attention was on somewhere else.

Your nipples were the next. He kissed around one of your nipples, chin grazing over it. Your soft nipples slowly got erected as Taehyung warmly breathed over your wet skin.

“S-so gg-od-d,” You writhed against the mattress and layers of bedding. Without a doubt, he licked a small stripe on your nipple.

A series of moans left your mouth after one single lick, and you pulled on his brown hair. “Do you like that, baby?” He asked you and gave you another small timid lick. This time, you let out a guttural moan. “You are so naughty. You do everything to get me angry and rail you like a whore. Is that what you want, huh? You want to be my whore?” Taehyung spitted the words with his deep low voice that melted your insides. His hips rutted against you. You nodded vigorously as he laughed.

“My baby, my lovely fiancée and my little whore…” He licked around your nipple slowly, eyes fixed on the brownish-pink knobby nipple. “My virgin whore… hmm?”

You squeaked, “Yes, yes, your whore, I am yours!” Taehyung faked a gasp at your words. “You have such a bad mouth-” Taehyung tried to discipline you, but you knew it better.

“Maybe you should stuff it with your dick, Taehyung?” Your smart mouth did you good when Taehyung buried his face into your chest again with a groan. He kissed and bit every bit of skin he could reach. “Dirty girl… What happened to my sweet innocent babygirl?”  Your warm smooth skin was enough to have Taehyung have uncountable fantasies. His cum on your skin sounded more than he could ever fantasize.  

“Taehyung, don’t mark- Oh my God….” You tried to resist his sinning mouth. 

“I will mark you the way I want. You are mine after all…” Taehyung brushed his nose along your jaw. 

“But my maids!” You insisted but turned your head to the side so his mouth could take advantage. 

“Then you shall not have maids, my love. After all, I am the only one who is responsible for you. I will dress you every morning.” He groaned into your ear, one of his legs was between your thighs and your hips were trying to hump him.

“Oh, are you needy, my love?” He asked as he pinned your hips to the bed. You moaned in frustration. “Are you rubbing your sweet juices onto me?” Taehyung always made you ride his thigh and dirty his clothes. Then, he touched himself with wet patches on his pants, imagining your sweet weight on him.

“See it for yourself…” You cried as his mouth kept sucking little roses to your breasts.

“Mhmm, my sweet love… Can I taste it for myself?” He rubbed his nose where he just sucked a pink bruise. 

You mewled an answer. Taehyung cooed, “Isn’t this what you wanted all month, Y/N? You teased me so brutally.” 

Taehyung watched you hiccup as his warm breath blew onto your knobby nipple. “Such a sexy woman I have. Absolutely ravishing.” He took your nipple in his mouth and groaned while sucking it in his warm mouth.

Your back arched into his mouth, your hands were pushing him on the shoulders when the sensation got too hot and pulling him back when you craved it. You thought the pleasure was unbearable. “Taetae,” You mewled. One of your hands brushed your hair out of your face. 

“Mhmm, fiancée…My whore…” Taehyung let you pull him off your chest. You heaved when he hovered over you. “What do you want, baby?” He asked. 

Your eyes blinked open, “I want you. I want you so much, Taehyung.” 

“Where do you want me, babygirl?” He raspily asked.

“Between my legs…” Your cheeks burnt like oak wood on a winter night. Taehyung laughed through his nose, “Tell me where, baby.” He kissed your earlobe. You couldn’t bring yourself to say where it is, and Taehyung knew that.

“Is it somewhere sinful, baby?” Taehyung loved playing into your innocence, the more he played into it, the needier you became. You nodded, suddenly the confident sexy persona of yours had melted into a puddle at Taehyung’s feet.

“Mhmm, I could have guessed since you…” He took a big breath in your neck, “you are still rubbing yourself to be like a little slut….” He kissed the top of your shoulders. 

“What are you, baby?” He asked, eyes expecting an answer. 

You choked out your answer, “I am yo- girlf-riend…” Taehyung immediately tsked, his lips brushed yours, hands caressed your shoulders as you whined. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are my slut, my fucking wife-to-be…” 

You gasped as his hand wrapped around your neck, “My pliant little fiancée, you are so good for me… sitting with my family prettily, being a good girl,  knitting for me too. Mhmm? You are going to be the best wife, right?” His veiny strong hand only looked like he was squeezing, however, he was gently holding your neck, feeling your throat gulp. 

“I am going to have a beautiful wife…” He looked at your teary eyes as you nodded vigorously. Taehyung groaned, you were his… He could have you the way he wanted. 

“Can you take my trousers off, princess?” He babied you with his head tilted to the side. You nodded eagerly, “Free me.” You patted his hand on your neck. Taehyung released you in a second and his hand went to your bare boobs. His large, long hand engulfed one of them easily and slightly squeezed it. Despite the heat pooling in your underwear, you followed his request. 

You had undressed him before, but excitement struck you nevertheless. Taehyung smirked at your excitement, “Can you do it, my love?” He rose to his knees, his free hand brushing your shaky ones.

“I have undressed many men, Taehyung.” You wanted to sound clever and refer to your job at the military hospital, but Taehyung looked displeased. 

“You are only to undress your husband from now on.” He looked at your eager hands at the top of his crotch.

Despite your said experience, you were shaking like a leaf with excitement. “But I have never undressed such a handsome man like you, fiancé.” Calling him by his title still made your insides tickle. 

Taehyung responded by only patting your hair, thankfully your precise hands sided with you and took care of the one button in a blink. Before you could take it off completely, Taehyung’s hand wrapped around your hair and pulled it back.

“Where is your manners, baby?” His low demanding voice made your pussy cream itself. You cried another whine out, “Please?” You asked with a timid voice.

Taehyung’s eyes closed when he brought his fingers to caress your lips. Your lips immediately fell open to greet his long slender digits. Taehyung bit inside of his cheeks, your mouth was so tempting, warm, wet. Your pretty tongue came out and licked his thumb. 

Taehyung hissed at the contact and memorized its texture immediately.  “More?” You asked right after you wrapped your lips around his thumb. This was your time to tease him more, make him unforgettably hard that he will suffer from that boner for years.

“Baby,” He needed to get on track otherwise you were going to make him orgasm. “Be a good girl and lay back…” Taehyung took his thumb out and held your chin. His low voice excited you, a playful hitch left your throat.

You laid back with him following you. His upper body pressed yours, his insanely warm skin pressing your cold one was enough to get your eyes rolling. “Mhmm, isn’t this nice, baby?” He asked you, eyes locked on your lips. Your hands wrapped around his neck and brought his lips onto yours. 

He smiled when he hovered his lips over you, he could feel your heartbeat against his chest. “You want to kiss me again, darling?” He brushed your nose with yours.

You pulled his hair slightly, “Taehyung.” You tried to sound demanding but his insanely hot body on top of yours made it impossible. He didn’t wait too long and connected your lips together.

Oh, his sweet, velvety lips… He was the definition of smoothness, charm and oh, loveliness. Your heart poured out when he slowly started to kiss you. Despite his slightly hard and mocking tone earlier, he melted inside your mouth like hot chocolate.

“Such a good kisser.” Taehyung was loving the way you kissed him back, giving your everything back to him eagerly. You shivered at his compliment.

“Learned from the best.” Your breath hit Tae’s now wet lips. Taehyung chuckled and then buried his face into the crook of your neck. He took a big whiff, followed by a sensual groan as if he had his favourite meal for dinner.

“Taehyung…” you bucked your hips up to him. “I want to be good for you.” Taehyung’s eyes rolled back in his head, his lip tingled from your needy statement. 

“You do, kitten?” His voice was unclear, pressing wet suck onto your shoulder.

You were an absolute mess, no matter how much he kissed you before. “My love,” Taehyung sighed as he lost track. His hips subtly bucked up to yours, lowly mewling as your half-bare skin touched his trousers. 

“Please take off your trousers completely, baby” You begged him as his clothed member rubbed you. Oh, how big he was, only the swift touch was enough to remember how gifted Taehyung was. He was large enough to make you lose your breath and mind.

Taehyung let your hands find their way to his trousers, “Baby…” He growled when your finger brushed around his head. You circled the large meaty tip while whining.

Taehyung leaked as you touched him and ruined his underwear. You bit your lip at the sight of his aroused face. He rarely gave you this much time to touch him. You tried your luck by going down his shaft. 

Taehyung followed your fingers with a low growl, which made you retract your fingers. His animal-like whine was definitely out of the need for you. It did stroke your ego. “Hands off, love.”

After your hands pulled back, Taehyung brought his hands onto your clothed waist. Your chemise was pooling around your waist and covering your private areas from his eyes. That didn’t mean Taehyung didn’t feel the heat radiating from it. Your pretty cunt was burning against his thigh. Most probably it was messy with your juices. Taehyung’s hips bucked up to you at the thought, he licked his lips. 

“Baby,” he ran his hand from your waist along your sides. You held your breath in as he caressed the cotton fabric of your undergarment. 

He smoothly ran down, and both of you hitched when your bare skin touched his. Taehyung felt your smooth skin as you shivered at his numbing fingertips. Taehyung drew circles on your thighs and momentarily rubbed your knees to warm them up.

His touch was the opposite of soothing. Your heartbeat was beyond any normality, breathing hard as a stallion after a Sunday race.

“Let’s play a game, Y/N.” He cockily said. “Everywhere I touch with my fingers, I have to kiss too…” 

You only heard his hands gliding up to your thighs to your hips after that. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but he already had his hands between them. You let out a long, high moan. His hands were inches away from your heat. If you could buck up, his fingers would touch your heat.

So you did. “Tae!” It almost sounded like a cry. “Yes, baby” he answered sweetly as he ran his finger inside your thigh, collecting a taste while he perfectly managed to block your attempts. He mockingly laughed.

“I can already smell your taste, baby.” Taehyung licked his lips. You clenched your thighs even harder, locking his hand between them harder. 

Taehyung laughed lowly, signs of adoration were apparent. “Baby, spread your legs.”

His low voice made your thighs lock even harder, you bit your lip, ready to face the consequences. “I can’t…” You whined. Every muscle on your body was convulsing excitedly. 

Taehyung rubbed your hip with his free hand, “Why is that, baby? Don’t you want me to touch your…” He brought his lips right to your ear, “touch your little pussy? Make her so wet for me, cream for me, huh?” 

He didn’t need to do anything, you already started pushing out more warm juice. Taehyung was pleased with your reaction. “Even my words are enough to get you soaking, baby. Do you still think I can’t please you?” He rubbed the smallest circle against your pelvic bone. He could imagine your creamy juices rubbing up there, lips enclosing that beautiful pearl. 

“Spread…” Taehyung was ready to let his horny side take over him, that was what you wanted. “It is me, baby. Don’t be shy.” He pecked your lips. “I will pleasure you, my love, just like the way you were begging me…” 

You squeezed his hand even harder, you were being ridiculous. He was right, you were begging him to touch you all the time, and now don’t let him feel you.  “But Taehyung was a patient man…” you thought. And very handsome… Your real-life prince, your one true love, your soulmate… 

“Can you kiss me, my love?” You asked him in a small voice coated with arousal.

Taehyung groaned at the pet name, he would do everything as long as you called him my love. He connected your lips in a second, taking his sweet time despite the hard erection he had. 

This time Taehyung kissed you like he was hugging your lips with his. He was rubbing your waist with his free hand, his chest grazing over yours sweetly. To his surprise, your thighs were still quivering; but they were slightly open now, giving his hand space to move.

“Do you trust me, baby?” Taehyung backed off as you chased his lips. Your swollen lips were attached to his chin. “Yes, yes, I do, my love.” You answered with a breath. Your confidence and trust in him aroused Taehyung even more. You were so ready to give yourself to him. 

“Do you want me to guide you, darling?” His question confused you. Yes, he was supposed to guide you. What sort of a question was that?

Taehyung saw your confusion, “Do you want me to tell you what I am going to do or would you like to be surprised?” He explained further without messing up your mood. 

You nodded, “I want to be surprised… but, but-” Taehyung watched you speak eyes closed. “But I want you to talk to me.” 

If your eyes were open, you could see how much you made Taehyung gulp. “Do you want me to talk dirty to you?” Taehyung placed his forehead next to your ear. He could easily whisper into your ear like this. 

“Do you want me to say how much  I want to play with this pussy?” You anticipated the touch. Your hips were trying to chase his fingers but Taehyung’s firm body made you slightly immobile. 

“Yes, yes. Please, please..” You cried out in pleasure. Your hands were securely planted on his shoulders, trying to move his body on yours.

“Oh, I will tell you then. I will tell you how many times I imagined these lips would feel…” Taehyung touched your outer lips with a hiss. Just like he imagined they were drenched. Your reaction was similar, your body jolted up at the contact. 

“Ha-ah, did y-yo-u reall-yy?” You asked. His growl was enough of an answer. “You have no idea...” He shushed you with a wet kiss and continued his dirty ministrations. There were more than a few moments where he fucked his fist while imagining painting your sweet cunt with his seed.

Your back arched deeply at the next swipe, this time his thumb nestled between your soaking, warm lips. “Tae…hyung.” You breathed out to his face. His firm body was the only thing that was keeping you bound to the bed. 

Taehyung muttered some curses under his breath, “Taehyung…” You held the root of his hair as he started to move his fingers. His thumb found your clit very easily, “That’s the pretty pearl, huh?” 

You gasped, how could something so little could be this shaking? You quivered in sweet sensation. “It is magical, right?” He asked as he pressed the pad of his thumb. 

“Yeah… It feels.. mhm. Taehyung!” Taehyung watched your pleasure crumble. “You became such a needy girl. You want me to touch this little clit until it breaks, huh?” He kissed your pout as your teary eyes opened and found him. 

He was the definition of your pleasure. You couldn’t be mad if he broke your things. “Let me feel you, baby…” He murmured, Taehyung had more in mind than just rubbing your pleasure spot. 

“Let me feel these butterflies…” He closed his eyes and tried to imagine them as his pointer finger stroked your inner lips lightly. Your reaction was another high-pitched cry and endless tugs. Letting him have all the power was comforting at all times; but when he teased, Taehyung was infuriating. You almost wished he let you ride his thigh. 

“Ohh, they are so wet too, baby.” Taehyung followed them until very down, feeling your gaping core seriously drenched with your juices. “You are doing so good, baby. My good fiancée…” Your head was slightly turned to the side, lips bit down as pleasure coated your face with just a simple stroke from his finger. Taehyung kissed your cheek cutely as if he didn’t have his hand inside your underwear. “I can feel your little hole, baby.” Taehyung circled his pointer finger around the twitching hole, you mewled. 

“Taehyung, I will explode…” Your voice asked for mercy. If you could whine and mewl enough, maybe he would grant your wish and stuff himself into you. You would absolutely explode then. 

Taehyung felt your hole clenching harder as your thoughts went wilder. He immediately brought his thumb onto your clit again. He precisely pressed onto the spot while caressing your inner lips. “You are clenching so hard baby, relax pussy for me…” 

You scoffed, “I can’t help it…” He knew that.

“How do you plan to fit my cock in here, baby? You are so small. Feel, you can’t even take my one finger in…” Taehyung groaned, he knew that you could take his one finger at you if he slightly pushed. He was actually afraid if he could get it out by the way you are clenching.

“But that’s normal… My- mhmm, baby.” Taehyung felt a gush of your juice dripping out. Maybe he should have stopped circling your clit. 

You held Taehyung’s bicep, you could feel the muscles flexing as he rubbed your numb clit while caressing your inner lips. His fingers were intimidated by your clenching core, so he only slightly tried to push his one finger in. You dug your fingers into the meaty bicep when you felt him slowing down. Your guttural groan stopped him fully. 

“Taehyung!” You screamed. “Please, don’t stop, baby, please... Please, I am so crazy for you.” 

Your loose mouth made Taehyung go back to action with more vigour. That was it, he was going to make you cum now. 

“You are? You are so horny for me, huh?” He repeated your words as his hips started moving against your hips without him realising it. 

“Yes, love. So much. You are doing so g-good.” You wished you could do better in dirty talk. 

“Y/N…” He hid his face in your neck, your intoxicating smell could make him orgasm on its own. 

“Cum for me.” He ordered. “Cum all over your lover’s hand baby. I can’t wait to be drenched by you, ohh, be covered in your juices.” You nodded mindlessly while your hips worked back to his hand. 

“You would rather it was my big cock, right. You want it buried in your sweet cunt. You want me to co-rrupt you and g-ive you m-my babies.” Both of you moaned in unison. Your high came to you in bliss. Your thighs locked over Taehyung’s hand.

“Y/N…” He moaned seconds before your orgasm, but you couldn’t hear him from the intensity of your orgasm. You were sure that your breathing stopped at one point. 

Taehyung pressed your waist slowly to stop your back from arching, your one leg around his waist kicked straight as you hummed a sweet moan. “Good girl…” He praised you as you tried to calm down your shaking. “You are so pretty…” Your gaped mouth, closed eyes, bruised lips… They were too pretty. 

“Taetae…” You squeezed your thighs back. Taehyung kept caressing your skin. His mind was hazy from the smell of your orgasm. “You’ve done a good job, baby…” He praised you. 

Your light giggle filled his ears. “You did, too.” Taehyung left your little clit alone and dipped your fingers down in your lips. Just like he expected, you were absolutely wet. He moved his finger to hear the squelching sound. 

You groaned in embarrassment. Taehyung flicked his fingers even harder to make a louder sound. “This is how much this cunt loves me, mhmm? Just for me…”

You moaned, you could orgasm from this. Taehyung watched your face. You were concentrating on your orgasm again. He felt a sudden pride. “I can make you cum with just two of my finger tips.” 

You groaned, Taehyung joined you with a laugh “But I haven’t finished yet.” Your eyes opened largely at his words. He finally made eye contact with your glowing eyes.

“I said I will kiss everywhere I touch, right?” He licked his lips in anticipation. Your hands pushed him. Taehyung knew you didn’t actually want to push him off. 

“I want that too, yes…” You immediately proved him right. Your little horny body was too stimulated to take in Taehyung’s naughty words. “But… but I am so sensitive.” You didn’t mean to shiver. “What if I squeeze your head too?” You said it in a mockingly shy voice.

“My love, that would be my happiest place to be trapped in.” Taehyung’s eyes fluttered. His face got taken over by a faint smile. You touched the side of his mouth, his full cheeks. His smile largened quickly before pressing kisses to your fingertips. “If that’s your concern, I can help you do this.” He said after coming to his senses. You looked at him with a smile, excitingly waiting for his next move. 

“I won’t trap you, okay? Tell me if you don’t like it.” His extra warning made you extra excited. 

You kept peering up at him with a smile on your face. He studied your face, no sign of doubt was there.  “Let me, babygirl.” He whispered when his large hand grabbed both of your thighs strongly and pressed them apart. A high pitch squeak left your mouth.  Your knees were pushed to the sides with his iron grip. You tried to close your legs again but there was no chance. Your hips weakly bucked followed by a whine from your sweet mouth. You didn’t think he could command your position this easily. If your long chemise could allow, you would be fully spreaded and bare for him to see.

Meanwhile, Taehyung kept looking for signs of your discomfort, but you granted him a chuckle. “What is so funny, Miss?” He expected you to moan from you- not that he didn’t find your laughter amusing.

“I must be dreaming…” Your hands came on his large ones resting on your thighs. 

Taehyung bit his lip, “I am definitely not…” He murmured as he laid on you, this time spreading your legs ever so slightly with his knees. Your chemise rid up to your thighs, his clothed hard crotch pressed against your thigh.

“This is not even close to what my finite mind could make up. You are beyond my dreams, my love.” Taehyung had already missed kissing you in such a short amount of time. So, he indulged. He sweetly kissed your cheeks as your hands found their way to his nape. You felt him twitch. You wonder if he was aware of it. “Did you dream about this?” Your voice was still joyful. 

Taehyung scoffed, “You cannot even imagine what I want to do to you, Y/N.” Despite your happy mode, your body went back to having small shivers and twitches. “You have no idea how much I want to play with this little pussy.” Taehyung’s voice got lower and throaty as he finished speaking. His manhood twitched as he deeply inhaled.

“Wh-wha-at?” You asked in a small voice. If Taehyung wasn’t a breath away, he would have missed it. 

“Let me show you, love.” Actions speak louder than words. So he got on his mission.

You welcomed his warm lips on yours sweetly. You kissed him timidly, too excited about the proximity of his member. To not wait any longer, Taehyung skipped past your neck. Your hands encouragingly held him. You searched for the courage to ask him for a touch…

“Mhmm, Taehyung…” Maybe for the first time tonight, you moaned this sensually. Your head was clogged with his hard member. For a second you were sure he would let you touch it. Your moan forced Taehyung to stop his mouth and look up at you. Your eyes were already locked on him. 

You brushed his hair out of his face, looking at him with admiration tinted with pleasure. Taehyung kept eye contact with you as his brushed his nose against your nipple. A giggly whine left your mouth. Your nipple became harder with the smallest touch. Taehyung bit his bottom lip to make sure he didn’t pierce through the prettiest breasts. He gave you enough time to prepare for his next move. You watched him wet his lips and open his mouth slowly. Despite your anticipation, another whine ripped through your throat as his warm mouth wrapped around your bare nipple. His hips rutted onto your thigh ever so slightly. 

It took you even more to get over this little sensation. Much to Taehyung’s surprise, you spoke coherently. You could not just lay here and enjoy pleasure selfishly.  “Taehyung, stop.” 

Taehyung tried to get up on you in an instant, but you kept him by the head.  “Little sweet whore, do you want me to stop or continue?” He said as you didn’t let him get up. 

“It feels so sensitive there…” You whispered, feeling guilty because you made him feel guilty. 

“My love, we can stop anywhere you want.” He lovingly cooed you while you realised his manhood against you, only underwears in between. It throbbed at this very moment. 

“No, no, I don’t want to stop.” You clung even harder to him, lowering his face to cover him in your kisses. Taehyung smiled as your lips danced over his cheeks and eyes. However, your cuteness soon ceased. 

“I want to please you too, Taehyung.” You whined. You were very selfish when it came to pleasure. Taehyung helped you with all of your needs to the best extent but never let you pleasure him fully. He was secondary. He came but his orgasm was never the focal point.

“Love,” He breathed loudly. His cock throbbed more to prove him wrong. “Let me help you too.” You asked. “Maybe it will help me get less sensitive too.” You said while covering your nipples. They were getting harder at Taehyung’s gaze. 

“Baby,” He breathed again. You arched your back to show him your desperation. 

“Let me touch you, baby.” Your hands slowly and gently went to his chest. He had always been very soft with you. It was why you always felt good when you were with him. You knew he meant comfort, pleasure and fun. You would never expect less of him. 

Taehyung moved away from your touch when come too close to his crotch. You recognised this gesture from yours. “Can I continue?” You asked, lips already trembling at the possible rejection.

“I am so weak with your touch, my love.” He cried out. “You make me so drunk…” He whispered as he rubbed his face to your chest. 

“You make me so weak too…” You whispered in return, patting his hair. He stayed there for a few minutes while throbbing violently. 

“How much do you want me, Taehyung?” You asked him, you were annoyed by how many times you had to have this conversation. 

“My love,” He picked himself up and peered at you from your chest. “Just be honest. How much do you want me sexually?”

Taehyung answered immediately, “So so so much, very much. All the time, always…”  He kissed up to your lips. 

“That’s exactly how much I want you back.” You spoke into his mouth as he nodded. 

“Never, I will always crave you more.” He said childishly. You giggled. He cut your giggles with a snap of his hips. “Never, I crave you more.” He said back.

“I crave you more.” He snapped this thigh again, this time his crotch pressing your bare core momentarily. 

You couldn't answer back this time. Long breathy shakes felt your mouth as he granted himself the pleasure.

“My love,” He growled. If he raised onto his knees and pulled you closer, he could give you more powerful thrusts. “Yes, baby?” You asked while your lips aimed for his. 

You held his gorgeous head and looked him in the eyes. “I want you to cum, Taehyung. Please…Anyway you want… I just want to see you cum for me.” There was no shame or shyness. You wanted to see him fall apart for you, lose his mind for you.

Taehyung’s eyes completely rolled back at your request. Fuck, yes he will give you what you want. 

“Naughty girl…” He growled as you didn’t let him stand tall. “Let me get up and pound this little cunt, okay?” He slowly moved your hands clutching onto him. Then raised onto his knees on the soft bed. “Spread these nice and good…” His voice made you clench them immediately. “You said anything I want…” He rubbed your hips sweetly as your thighs spread on their own.

“Good girl,” He praised. 

A moan mixed with a whine bubbled through your mouth. He was going to make you lose your mind once again. “Taehyung…” Taehyung couldn’t help but laugh at your sensitive, overstimulated, horny body, eager to please him, oh so eager to please him. Only him.

“Who got you this sensitive, darling?” Taehyung pushed your chemise up your hips. You moaned, “You, baby.” He smiled.

“My- my- my Taehyung.” You said as he nestled between your legs firmly. “That’s right baby, I am yours.” Taehyung’s finger brushed on your pubic bone. He gave you one touch and pulled his finger back. Your body reacted similarly to before, hips bucking, mouth gaping. After you stop bucking your hips, you felt the move in his hands. You patiently waited for the next brush, and Taehyung did gave you another brush, this time with his clothed member. 

Your breath hitched with contact. It was so hot, almost like he was in a fever. It was heavy and hard. You were sure your skin was engraved by it with the slightest touch. Taehyung's body was so tense, especially his stomach. He was squeezing his muscles hard not to cum right down. 

Your warm core, inviting smell, and sinful voice was too much of a temptation. To make matters even harder for him, your hands came over his large shaky ones. 

“Me, me.” You mumbled, hoping that he would let him touch you. Your answer was granted when Taehyung brought his hands to his back. Now, he was under your hand, only his cotton underwear keeping you away from him. 

You wanted to wrap your hands around the meaty member immediately. But Taehyung had never given you the pleasure that straightforward. He would tease you in one way or another. He would grip your thighs, and breathe lowly to your ear. You wanted to tease him too. Teasing him so painfully that his ground would shake under him.

You looked at his tall body, his button-up was open to show his chest, arms cuffed to his elbows. His strong neck was more prominent as he dropped his head to the back. His hands were gripping and twisting the bedsheet.

“On me.” You said as you brought his hands to your waist. His face ghosted a smile as if he was drunk.

“You could come up if you like,” you teased while tugging his wrist towards your tit. Taehyung groaned, “naughty girl…” 

You giggled at his words, “Yes, I am your naughty girl…” Oh shit, you talked back. Taehyung’s hips bucked up to yours, whining at your power. You giggled again. 

You placed your hands on his thighs; they were meaty and generous enough to provide you endless orgasms before. You squeezed them strongly which made Taehyung breath hitch. You looked up at him immediately, his head was still dropped back. 

Just like you did to him, he let him enjoy his body. You examined his crotch carefully. His bulge was very apparent.

“Ghmmgg-hh” Taehyung let a loud groan when your finger touched where you assumed his tip was. His hips rutted against your finger poorly. “Do you like it?” You innocently asked, deep down, realising you have no idea what to do. 

“Yeah, baby. You make me so weak.” He whimpered. His strong jaw, characteristically lean eyes, prominent nose, lean lips… everything manly and strong and put-together about him had diminished. He was, now, just whimpering because you were touching him at the most sensual point on his body. You had him. “Can I hold you?” Regardless, your submissive nature combined with inexperience couldn’t yield this side of Taehyung. “Baby…” Taehyung lowered his eyes at you. “Please.” He whispered. 

At first, his plea was not understandable, but he slowly tugged your wrist and hand and held it like it was his. Then, cutting all the teasing, he wrapped around his thick cock. His underwear was still on, but it was very thin. You felt the smooth texture of his skin, some prominent veins. You instinctively squeezed it, not sure what is the best way. 

“You are so warm, Taehyung.” You whimpered as he guided your hand over his length. Taehyung’s abdomen was clenching more so decided to return to his position back on top of you. 

“Yeah, baby? You are so warm too.” He plotted one arm over your head and hovered over your body. His shirt fell open towards you, you wanted to take it off, but both of your hands were occupied. You didn’t want to lose your privilege to touch him there. Taehyung moaned so sensually again. It seemed like he was never getting used to the sensation of your sweet warm hand, trying to jerk him. 

“Baby, don’t squeeze-” “Tae-s so hard…” Two of you moaned at the same time. “F- shi-” Taehyung gurgled the moans in his mouth, his hips were mindlessly rutting inside your fist. “For love of God-” You looked at him with large eyes. He sounded to be possessed by something. His eyes were closed and brows furrowed.

“Baby,” He groaned. “Can I take my- do you want to touch me bare?  I want to please.” He pleaded as his teary eyes opened.

You nodded immediately. “You don’t even need to ask, baby.” You said while he momentarily got up to discard his underwear. 

Taehyung had returned to your arms with another surprise. His button-up was also gone. For the first time, he was completely naked. Your shaky hands caressed his shoulders when he returned hovering over you. You wanted to touch every inch of his skin, but his hard dick waited for you. 

“Oh my…” You carefully lowered your eyes. There he was, free of every garment, standing up against his stomach. Your eyes momentarily closed as if he didn’t want you to look at it. When you opened them back, Taehyung was still standing there, with a lopsided grin on his face.

“Taehyung…” You whined in pain as someone pinched your skin. Your core leaked out twice as much juice in the sight of him. Your hips bucked up to meet him, but Taehyung pulled himself back in time. This time you cried in frustration, Taehyung kissed you to soothe you. 

“Shall we continue?” He asked as you sniffed. It was adorable how easily you could cry out of hornyness. 

“Do you want to help me, baby?” Taehyung playfully brushed your nose with his so that you could look him in the eyes, maybe his face was as exciting as his dick.

“Yeah,” You said, releasing your bottom lip from the tortuous grip of your teeth. “How do you want me?” Maybe, you should pull your garments up and show him how wet you were. Then, beg him to fuck you. 

“Put your hands here,” Taehyung brought your hands to your crotch. “Fist them,” He guided you with his shaky hands, cheeks are crimson red.

Taehyung fisted your hands right over your crotch, “Don’t move them, okay?” He pulled the collar of the chemise down to release your tits. When your right tit fell free, his lips couldn’t help but get a small taste.

“Look at you,” he said while you patiently waited for him. “You are such a good girl for me.” He kissed your forehead. You licked your lips, “Anything for you. Anything to get you-” Your words cut by Taehyung’s long groan. He kissed your lips and bit down your bottom lip before you could respond.

It drove him mad at how innocent you were and yet you got so dirty for him. You were his perfect girl. “Baby…” He connected his lips to your jaw, “I will put my dick in your fist, fuck it just like I would do to that wet cunt, okay?” You nodded.

 “Will it satiate my little, horny whore?” You cried out, “Yeah. But only for a little.” You shrugged. 

Taehyung giggled, “Thought so, you fucking whore.” He rubbed the tip of his cock against the side of your hand. “Mghmmm, Y/N.” He called your name, even this little contact turned him mad. He was almost ashamed of how easy you’d got him. 

“Babyyy,” He groaned again as he eased into your loose fist. “My sweet, little temptress…” His nose nudged yours with the slight movement of his hips to your fists. His lips pressed yours as you slowly squeezed him. The pressure got him weak, his mouth fell open on yours as his warm breath covered your face.

“Taehyung.” You aimed for his plushy lips, but your kisses fell on his chin. Your entire body was itching to touch his body, grab his shoulders, run your hand on his back, pull his hair; but your small hands were giving him the best fuck of his entire life. 

“Ghhhgh,” Taehyung growled instead of answering you. His lips slowly picked up a pace while looking into your eyes. Your eyes were silently encouraging him to corrupt you. His dick inside your fist was too large, he was straining them to fall open with every thrust but you secured a good on him. And it was hot, burning, scorching.  

It was your time to talk him dirty, well at least in your best way. “You will fuck me like this?” Such a failure. You asked in a small voice, hands getting incredibly wet and sticky because of Taehyung. You wanted him to feel pleasure, he deserved that after how well he had been treating you. Taehyung tried not to build a fast rhythm. He had to hold back and last longer. He shouldn’t return a minute man.

Taehyung seemed to be affected by your words as his hips snapped hard enough to shake the entire bed. His mouth closed on your neck, this time teeth getting involved. “I’ll f-fuc-kk y-u till y-ou c-can’t-tt ev-enn-” His ragged breath didn’t let him finish. He breathlessly continued pistoning into your fists. Even he doubted if he could ever do that. If you talked once again, he was sure to cum right away.  

“You are so hard, Taehyung…” You squeezed him to emphasise how rock-hard he was. Taehyung dug his teeth into your pulse. “And- Ah, baby…” You moaned at his wet tongue soothing the pain with a lick, and you continued with a breathy tone. “It is so long, baby.” You said it like it’s a secret. 

Taehyung’s member went past your two fists with ease and his mushroom tip hung out when he was all the way in. He was that long. “How are you going to fit him into me?” You asked with a buck up from your hips. Taehyung warningly groaned, and his one hand pushed your hips down. 

“I will finger you all night to get you loose for me.” He replied. 

“But it goes so far up…” You took a deep breath to enlarge your stomach so that his tip could brush against you. Taehyung cried a hush, but it didn’t make you shut up. You continued more desperately, “I want it in my mouth too, baby. Will you teach me that too?” You gulped. Maybe he would let you do it now?

Taehyung picked his face from your neck, his eyes were teary and desperate while maintaining that intimidating look. He let out a low whine, “I am going to release, baby.” His voice was hoarse, just like the way you love it. He wished he had a little mental space to rub your clit, trying to take you to orgasm with him, but his mind was completely occupied by you. By your touch, by your smell… 

You squeezed him more, slightly moving your hands along his shaft to match his thrusts. “Oh, Y/N.” He said while his back shook. 

There it was.  His orgasm, completely and most definitely owned by you. Taehyung kept eye contact with you as he released his warm seed into his hand. He burnt your face in his head. You were the reason for, not only his orgasm but his life. 

“Taehyung…” You murmured sweetly as his hips didn’t show any signs of slowing down. He kept fucking into your soiled fists while his mind ran wild. He thought every unspeakable thing while his mouth breathlessly confessed his love for the hundredth time. “I love you so much.” He smooched your lips once before he whined. Overstimulation was kicking in now, but he didn’t want to leave his nest. He was breathing fastly, his heart beating rapidly against your chest. His ears were ringing with the intensity of his orgasm.

You shakily unwrapped your fingers. Taehyung hissed loudly, he was just about to scold you for not being patient but you brought your dripping fingers to your mouth. 

Taehyung watched you in shock as you sucked on your pointer finger. His cum filled your mouth stickly. You pressed him against the top of your mouth to taste him properly. Bitter and addicting. 

Your dirty gesture almost angered Taehyung. How dare you? How dare you could be this dirty while looking like the most innocent angel?

“Dirty angel.” He tsked when you pushed your finger knuckle deep. A shrug followed his words. You licked your fingers eagerly. Right then, a bright idea striked your mind. 

Taehyung followed your eyes falling down to his cock. He was still standing tall and hard. Why was he still aroused after he orgasmed? 

Before you could ask him, Taehyung picked up his discarded shirt from the bed and wrapped it around his waist. 

“Don’t even think about it you, naughty angel.” He said scolding you playfully. You laid there, pouting, wishing to have your power on him back. Taehyung went to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean your hands. You huffed as walked on the wood and found his way to the bathroom. While you waited for him, your mind wondered why he was still aroused. You made him cum just now. Shouldn’t he be less full? You wondered as the mess on your hands and chemise was long forgotten. 

Taehyung came back a minute later. He was wearing a clean boxer with a prominent bulge. He silently sat down next to your legs and guided you once again. A gorgeous smile was ghosting his lips as he cleaned your hands. Taehyung bit his lips when your clean hands went to pull up the straps of your chemise.  He had to say goodbye to your nipples. You were getting ready to get up. Taehyung pouted, now he didn’t want to leave the bed. 

You raised onto your elbows, spreading your legs a little. “Can you clean down there, too? I am soaking wet.” you asked with little to no sexual request apparent in your tone. No one other than you knew how uncomfortable it is to sit while a puddle in your pants. 

Taehyung’s mouth went dry with the request. Suddenly, he could smell that wet cunt. He nodded, “I need a clean towel, baby.” He threw the dirty one to the ground as he got up again.  

You watched his back and plump ass as he walked back. His muscles were almost more apparent now. You squeezed your thighs involuntarily, the puddle down there was enough to swim in it. The slight buzzing on your clit ceased when Taehyung left the room. 

You comfortably spread your legs fully open. The warm air hit your creamy cunt. The fire had become very powerful and the room was very warm. You heard Taehyung open cabinets in the bathroom. He was humming a low melody. You barely heard it from the fire cracking. Suddenly, the bed became very comfortable. You felt your body melt into the large bed. There was still time until dinner, maybe you could have a sneaky nap to process your orgasmic mind.

Right as you closed your eyes to sailing to the dreamland, Taehyun reentered the room with two towels in his head. The smile was still on his face, lighting up all his handsome features like a magical glow. His cheeks were full, lips still red from the biting.

“Good girl…” Taehyung smiled even larger as he saw your satisfied face. He climbed to the bed and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Do you feel good, baby?” His low voice vibrated your body. You nodded, “I feel so relaxed…” You rubbed your face into your shoulder as Taehyung caressed your waist. “Are you sleepy, my love?” He asked even though your eyes told him everything he needed to know.  He took his favourite place between your legs–with an innocent will– and rubbed your knees and calves as you sighed contently. 

“Can I?” he asked while his fingers wrapped around the skirt of your chemise. Your eyes were closed. Taehyung's hands started working gently as he got permission from you. He pulled the skirt of your chemise up to reveal your creamy cunt. 

He held his breath to get rid of the piece of fabric, and there she was, looking creamy and relaxed. You fought the urge to close your thighs perfectly this time and allowed Taehyung to have his unsupervised look at your core as your eyes kept closed. 

Taehyung gulped largely, his mouth never felt this dry. He almost felt his stomach grumble in hunger. His concentration and self-control skills were about to give up on him. 

He looked up at your face, you almost looked like you were sleeping, then down to your pretty pussy. “Fuck,” A quiet swear left through his teeth. Your juices were rubbed to your thighs messily, creating clear strings. Some of it came up to your pelvic bone. 

He hummed as his hands shakily held the towel. He would rather have you in his mouth. Ah, he would love to have a taste. 

“Taehyung…” You called his name in a tone similar to a moan. Taehyung’s hands immediately stopped when he heard your voice. “Yes, my love?” He asked sweetly. As he was about to remind you that this could all stop, you spoke in a whiny voice. “Why are you still up?” Oh, dear… Taehyung choked on his breath as your eyes were opened slightly to look at his bulge. 

Taehyung was hard and he had been hard even though he came to your hands like a pubescent boy. As he thought of an explanation, your hips bucked up impatiently. “Well,” He said while swiping the damped, warm towel between your thighs. A gurgled groan left your relaxed face. “You better get used to that…” He was going to have fun with your confusion only for a little while.

Taehyung watched you breathlessly, hoping you would ask him to do that again. “What- What do you mean?” You seemed to cope with this easily much to Taehyung’s expectations. Taehyung slowly laughed to tease you. “Taehyung!” You groaned annoyingly, your attempts at confrontation were followed by a yawn. “If you aren’t going to tell me, how can I know?” You innocently continued to complain. 

“How did you learn about your previous endevaours, Miss fiance, mmhm?” He asked, pointing at your hands. 

You scoffed with red cheeks, “Oh my God, Taehyung!” Your hands come to his hand on your thigh that was kept you spread. “It is very normal for me to wonder about these things! I am a young woman in her early 20s.” Ah, your shyness combined with stubbornness was Taehyung’s fuel to tease you harder, but he needed your cunt on his face so he didn’t continue.

Yeah, you fucking are, Taehyung thought. A beautifully sexy woman that made his cock twitch with her words. Taehyung took a deep breath, you were his woman, his, his, his… He had the time in the world to explore you sexually.

“It means he still wants you so badly.” Taehyung said while a wet circle was formed on his new underwear. “He is ready to go again.” He looked down at his cock desperately. 

“Tell him that I want him so badly too.” Taehyung’s hips involuntarily bucked up to your cunt. His eyes largened at his move. He definitely didn’t mean to do that at all, but his cock wanted to. Thanks to God, your eyes were still closed, a light sleep ghosting your face. Taehyung took another deep breath, he clenched his whole body. Back to front, he thought. That was how he suppose to wipe you.

With all the courage in the world, he wiped the mess between your lips. The wet towel felt refreshing against your burning core. It was not harsh against your skin as you expected, but it might be just because of Taehyung’s gentle hands. 

So much juice rubbed onto the towel that Taehyung wanted to smear his face with it. “Oh, baby.” The breathy moan belonged to no other than your desperate lover Kim Taehyung. Nevertheless, he continued to clean your wet mess quickly but gently. 

“Will you cuddle me, Taehyung?” You asked him as he let your skirt down and got ready to wash the towels. Your voice was sweet and needy as always. But this neediness wasn’t coated with sexual desires. It was simply a gentle, lovely request. 

A smile took over his face, yet his jaw stayed still. He was still clenching all muscle on his body to not buck up to you again. Taehyung’s muscles slightly relaxed as you opened your arms to the sides to persuade him to a long cuddling session. 

“Yes, my love.” He threw towels to the ground. “Let’s get under the cover, baby.” He suggested as you picked up yourself and get under the first thin layer of the bedding. 

As soon as Taehyung lay, you placed your head on his shoulder and threw your one leg over his waist. “Mhmm, love…” He groaned through his nose at your sweet arousing smell. “You smell like sex.” He pecked your forehead while caressing your arm.

You giggled, “You smell so nice…” You reciprocated his groan with a whine as you rubbed your face into his neck. You could stay here for hours… “This is so nice, Taetae.” You mumbled.

Taehyung squeezed your body to his side while nodding, suddenly he was quite sleepy too. “Let’s nap for a while, okay?” He asked as you intertwined your fingers with his and held his large hand. 

“Mmkay…” You followed with a small peck on his chin and fell into sweet slumber. The time it took you to fall asleep was hilariously short. Unfortunately, Taehyung couldn’t follow you thanks to the raging cock in his pants. 

And this was his lesson to never deny your sexual request ever again.  

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Why don’t you continue the story by reading Tae-time? 

[weaper-reaper]

Eventuality Pt.2

1, 3+4, 5, 6

NEW CHAPTER JUST DROPPED!! FT. Jealous Konig (if you squint) so you’re welcome. As always cross-posted on Ao3 @WeaperReaper, check that out for quicker updates.

CW: Same as before in Part 1. Just more plot here really. No NSFW

Hot water never felt so good. My muscles eased as it glided over my shoulders and down my back, the steam from the shower drifted up and over the flimsy curtain that separated the tiny tiled space from the rest of the bathroom. It had been my plan to clean off the sweat and grime from yesterday the moment I got into my room last night, however the moment my head hit the pillow on the cot I was out.

It was a much needed rest, and though I really only got a handful of hours sleep, I wasn’t going to start complaining. The room I had been set up in was nice. Assumedly slightly larger than the others, with being at the very end of the hallway. There was a steel desk welded to the wall where another bunk would have sat normally, and I’m sure it made for a good place to study. Although with how lacking this particular home base was with any medical professionals- I doubt I’d be doing more studying then I would actual practice.

I unloaded only the basics this morning, never really making a habit of unpacking or filling out a space for too long. I quickly towel dried and dressed myself in the uniform I laid on the neatly made bed. Classical tactical pants and thick mock neck combo. My medic badge from my jacket flashed brightly against the rest of the dark colors, and I ran a hand through my hair to push it from my face as it dried.

The tablet I also took out earlier dinged from it’s place on the desk, I threw my boots on before I made my way over, sitting on the creaky metal chair. It scraped against the stone floor as I scooted it closer.

A new message popped up in my dashboard. It was an email confirmation for the transferring of my records from my old Sergeant to Captain Price, and a note that I’d be working solely under his jurisdiction. When I tapped on his icon however, nothing but an error message showed up. It was almost as if he wasn’t in the system. I went to the search bar and typed in Johnny, but no one stationed this far east came up.

I tried ‘Soap’. Nothing.

My fingers itched over the keys.

‘Konig’ I typed, unsure at first how to even spell it. Yet again, nothing. A KORTAC tag popped up for a moment, but being another national division I didn’t have clearance for any of that information.

I sighed, how was I meant to treat them if I didn’t know anything about them? If there were no files on anyone I’d met so far. I racked my brain to try to think of any other names I might have heard yesterday but nothing else came to mind. I glanced at the clock- 04:03.

“Well, since I’m up already..” I mumbled out loud to myself and turned to strap my pack on, shoving the tablet inside the bigger pocket. Maybe Soap would have more information, I could ask him to schedule a briefing with Captain Price and I. Something I was surprised I’d heard nothing about since landing, surely if they requested someone they’d at least fill them in.

Pulling my door shut and entering the hall, I was even more surprised to see it packed and bustling with early morning energy. Men had their doors open and some were half dressed- yelling across the hall at someone else. I did my best to keep my eyes mostly to the ground, and thankfully, was able to leave the testosterone fueled building without bumping in to anyone.

That wasn’t however- the case as I swung the double doors open to the outside. I immediately ran into the side of another soldier, dressed in all black and a hoodie that’s seen better days. He had a balaclava on also, the warmth from his breath fogged up into the air as he huffed from my intrusion. His snapped to mine and my breath hitched in my throat- if looks could kill.

His mask had been altered, a white skull painted onto the front made him even more intimidating.

Suddenly I forgot how words worked.

“Mack!” Someone shouted and I was almost too afraid to drag my eyes away from the behemoth in front of me.

“Mack!” The voice said again and a large hand cupped my shoulder, “Oi lass- I thought you wouldn’t join us.”

“Us?” I was able to meakly force out, my gaze finally settling over Soap, dressed in track pants and an almost matching hoodie. Must have been military issued.

His big dorky smile found it’s way up onto his cut face again. “Aye, I see you’ve met ghost.” He turned the both of us back to the brick wall of a man from before and punched at his shoulder lightly.

“C’mon now, don’t scare away the newbies.” Soap teased and I felt incredibly small between them, eyes wide in the relative darkness.

This ‘Ghost’ just gawffed in response to him, turning away slightly to avoid either of our faces.

Soap turned back to me, “You’re not runnin in that are ye?” He asked, motioning to my boots and tactical pants- filled to the brim with gaze, electrical tape, and whatever other medical supplies I could fit. I shook my head at him.

“Uh no,” I spoke, finding my voice once again. It was slightly scratchier from the morning cold. “I was hoping to do some inventory in the infirmary, y’know get stock of everything or whatever.”

He nodded but still let out a laugh. “Not here a full 24 hours yet and ye ‘already thinking too much. I know what you need.” He handed me a bottle that he pulled out of nowhere, emptied of its original water, and re-filled with some chunky looking slush.

I scoffed, the man to my right suddenly forgotten in the background. “There’s no way I’m drinking that.” I was 100% sure whatever was in that was in no shape healthy.

“Suit yer’self.” He said and took a swig of the concoction, letting out a forced sounding ‘Ahhh’ after his swallow. I let a laugh escape me and he eyed me from the side, turning to face ghost.

“Well if you don’t want to join us then maybe you’ll play score keeper. Here.” He handed me a small black notebook, opened to a page scribbled with tally marks. One side labeled ‘SOAP’ and the other ‘GHOST’ with a poorly drawn skull next to it.

“First to make a lap around the entire base, and touch that center pole there,” He pointed to a floodlight that sat in the middle of the courtyard between both buildings. “Wins.” He turned to Ghost who was already stretching one leg out behind him- getting into a sprint position.

“GO!” He shouted.

They both took off in a full sprint and veered right some, ghost reached out to give soap a push that made him stumbled slightly, giving ghost the lead as they wrapped around a building out of sight. Yells and other Scottish noises could be heard echoing through space and bouncing off walls. I let a smile fall on my face as I looked back down at the notebook.

Not wanting to peer too much into his privacy I thumbed over the random doodles and put a pen in the crack of the page, saving my place as I closed the book in my hand.

Some other men took after them as well, and that’s when I noticed the small crowd from inside slowly made their way out onto the yard. Doing random warmups and exercises, but mainly trying to keep up with the race I’m sure.

It was cute.

And it probably boosted morale too, which was always a good thing. My hopes for this place slowly began to rise as I looked around some more. I shifted from my spot slightly before I caught something in the back corner of my eye. A familiar figure stood hunched slightly, resting against the corner of the main building, he had his eyes at his hands, a small book similar to Soaps, and was scribbling something down.

He glanced up as I approached him, myself not even half-aware that I was until we made eye contact. He snapped his book closed and stood up straighter- easing his hand that held the book behind him. My eyes followed the movement.

“Were you drawing?” I asked, where I found the courage to randomly strike up conversation I’ve no idea.

His fingers thumbed the crease of his book and as he hesitated answering. Crap, was I pushing too much?

“Yes.” He spoke out after another moment.

“Cool.” I muttered, feeling like a child at the playground, feeblishly attempting to make friends. I didn’t meet his eyes again, but instead settled at looking at the mask he wore. I hadn’t noticed it yesterday, but there were bleach stains just under the holes that kind of represented tears.

What was everyone’s deal with wearing scary masks?

“How’s your cut doing?” I glanced up at him and his eyes were already on mine, they widened slightly when I spoke- like I had caught him off guard. I tried to contort my face into a pleasant look.

He stood unblinkingly at me for a moment. Then his eyes shifted up behind me and hardened ever so slightly. Stomps grew loud and rapidly approached us. I turned to see as Soap and Ghost made their way across the courtyard in full sprint. Soap moved with an ease and swiftness that I was instantly jealous of. Ghost was just a hair behind him, arm and fingers outstretched. He grabbed onto Soap by the back of his hoodie and pulled just hard enough to give him forward momentum to touch the base of the lamp just before Soap could.

The Scott swung around as they came to a stop and immediately turned to me.

“Did you see that!” His eyes were wide and he looked astonished.

Ghost joined him at his side and they slowly made their way towards where I stood with Konig.

“Bile yer hide!” He shouted followed by some more Scottish noises and pushed at Ghost in a friendly but competitive way. “You cheated.”

“You never set any rules, Jonny.” Ghost’s voice was gravely and he was slightly out of breath. Steam rose off the both of them in a comical way as they both huffed. I handed soap back his notebook when they got within arms distance.

“And you, lass? You saw what he did right?” Soap pleaded in a thick accent and looked almost childlike with big puppy eyes. I raised my hands up in defeat.

“Unfortunately I was talking to Konig here, so I didn’t see much.” I held in a laugh as he responded with another Scottish phrase that probably didn't translate over too pretty.

His eyes rose to the man behind me, and I could feel his larger frame against my back. His body heat wrapped itself around me and I had to stop the shiver that ran up my spine. Something in Soaps demeanor seemed to change slightly as the two of them made eye contact with the other, and he turned to tap Ghost out, their feud dead now. He signaled that they should go inside with a tip of his head. I watch slightly confused as the two of them turned and made their way back to the barracks- soap mingling a little with the others on his way past.

“Oh wait-“ I almost shouted, but the two of them were already halfway across the area, their larger bodies taking two of my strides in one. My hand hung in the air awkwardly. Damnit, I meant to ask him about Price.

I sighed and Konig cleared his throat behind me, reminding me of his presence. I turned to face him and I hadn’t realized how close we were standing together until I had to crane my head back in order to find his eyes. Which were already on mine, naturally.

I let in a sharp inhale, the cold and crisp air bit at the inside of my throat. God it gets cold here at night. The sky was brighter now then when I first came out though, and eventually the sun would rise and heat up the dunes again. Something I wasn’t particularly looking forward to, so I tried to enjoy the cool air while I could.

Konig cleared his throat again awkwardly and I realized I was staring at him, heat quickly warmed up my face and I moved my line of sight back down to the center of his chest.

“You are close with him?” He asked, a little too seriously to just be a curious question. I took a step back so I didn’t have to bend my neck so much when I looked up at him.

“Who, Soap?”

He nodded, the fabric of the mask shook under his movement.

“Oh no,” I corrected. “I arrived yesterday, that’s the first time I met him. Or well, any of you really.” I looked around, most of the men had started to fill into the main building now. Some came out to sit on the benches to eat their breakfast. Others started training in groups or faux fighting in pairs out in the courtyard.

“It is easy for you to talk, to him.” He said matter-of-factly.

I shook my head and corrected him again, “Not really, I’m not the best for conversation really.” I chuckled. I let out a little ‘hmm’ of conviction when he didn’t respond and gestured over to the entrance doors.

“So shall we take a look at you then?” I asked, he nodded and followed behind me to the room we were in before. The doors squeaked shut after us and I could feel everyone’s eyes on the pair of us, Konig followed so close at my back that I could feel the shift of his gear as he walked. Though I suppose being as tall as he was he drew eyes from everywhere anyway, I did my best to brush it off.

We made out way into the infirmary relatively smoothly after clearing through the cafeteria and other crowded rooms, and settled more comfortably in this room. Just the two of us.

My face heated up again at that thought.

Konig hovered by the door as I went to the desk in the back to unload. Tossing my bag up onto the counter I unzipped it and pulled out various items, trying to distract myself by taking account of what I had brought with me.

I glanced back at him, then in the far corner of the room where there hung a single curtain from the slide on the ceiling, a lonely cot sat behind it. I pointed over to it with my finger, “You don’t have to lock the door again, just have a seat over there I’ll be over in a second.”

I didn’t watch him, but I could hear as he crossed the room in less than three long strides. There was something slightly comforting about how quickly he could move. If I ever needed it, I knew who I’d use as a bodyguard. The bed creaked under his weight as he sat, and I took the chance to glance at him from the corner of my eye. He pulled the curtain closed just enough to block him from view of the door, and tucked the bottom of his mask up into his helmet so that only his lower jaw and neck were exposed. I found myself missing the sight of his lips.

I shook my head to get rid of those thoughts and his eyes drew back to mine to follow every movement I made.

The room was silent as I pulled my tablet out, opening an empty file and labeling it ‘Konig’.

“Since you’re here do you mind if we do a physical? I mean I don’t really know what equipment is here, so you’ll have to bear with me for a bit.” I hovered a pen over the screen and turned to face him slightly, his eyes traced down my body and settled on where my hip rested against the edge of the desk.

He nodded slowly and clasped his hands together in front of him, falling into a gentle slouch. His figure was so tall and built that he was probably used to constantly trying to make himself appear smaller and less intimidating. I appreciated the gesture.

“Good.” I mumbled and his eyes snapped back up to my face. I pulled out another alcohol wipe and approached his side. “Tip your chin up to me please, I’ll change these bandages.”

He did what I asked without resistance, and as my hands cupped his face he was less stiff then he was yesterday. I let a gentle smile find my face, glad I’m capable of creating a soothing environment. I slowly peeled off the old tape and gauze against his body and snapped on some gloves before reapplying new ones. The cut looked significantly better today.

“Y’know I don’t think it’ll even scar, Konig.”

“König.” He corrected softly, his German made it easier for him to pronounce then I could.

“Koo-nick.” I tried again, snipping off small squares of excess tape from his face.

The mask shifted above him as he huffed out through his nose in a little laugh. I thought I could see the faintest tip at the corner of his lips, I wished I could pull up the dark fabric to watch him smile- but I wouldn’t push his boundaries like that. Especially not when it seemed he just started to ease up with me.

“Close,” his voice was soft as he spoke to me, and the little praise sent butterflies straight to my stomach. I removed my hands from his skin and cast my eyes anywhere but his, settling on the tablet I brought over. “König.” He said again. “Do you know any German?” He asked.

I hummed a ‘no’ and sat myself on the little black stool, rolling back over to him, tablet open on my lap in front of me. Now that we were both sitting, he was still taller than me and I went up to just about his shoulders.

He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. If I shifted over just slightly, I could brush our legs together.

“It means King.”

“I don’t doubt that.” I said as I made a show to size him up again with my eyes. He shrunk a bit under my gaze, but still relatively hovered over me in a relaxed way.

“So King,” I mused and his eyes lit up at mine, “How tall are you?”

“82 inches.”

A low whistle escaped me and I noticed the more I probed for questions the faster he bounced his boot or wrung his fingers together. After a solid ten minutes or so of recounting his medical history and any procedures he had done, he settled on pulling his tags from under the collar of his shirt. I quickly jotted down his blood type and leaned back with a heavy sigh.

“I think that’s all then.” I mused and his eyes never left my face. I tipped my head up at him and intentionally gave him a bright smile, those bright blue eyes grew wide and snapped across the room, suddenly looking everywhere but mine. I stifled a laugh and rolled back over to the desk about a foot away from where he sat. Glad for some distance as the room seemed to grow warm.

“I hope to take some blood samples later, maybe today or sometime later this week so, don’t go to far okay?” I turned back over to him and crossed my legs up top the other.

He stood and re-settled the mask back over his face like it had been before and nodded. He turned to me just before he reached the door, one hand on the handle.

“I hope you like it here, Maus.” He said in a gentle and promising way, my face flushed and he quickly turned to leave, the door falling shut in his wake.

‘I hope you like it here,’

‘Maus.’ Rang between my ears.

Was I just given a nickname?

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Kicking my feet and giggling the entire time I was writing this. The soap ghost race? C’mon guys GUYS guys pls. Also 82 inches is 6’10, I don’t actually know if that’s cannon but someone on TikTok said it so it must be real right?

Feedback apreciated

[ichoosefictionalthoughts]

Love Match - Eloise Bridgerton x fem!reader

A/N - HELLO FELLOW GAY PEOPLE!!! I have wanted to write this for a while but didn’t know how to without it being kinda half baked. I think I got there in the end though. Not proof read because I have been working today and am mentally spent. Please let me know what you think though. (Edited- now done a quick check, fixed some spelling errors and the weird double spacing it had after posting)

warnings: allusions to lewd dreams, self shaming about being gay because of the time period. Has a happy ending though so yay!

Word count - 1,152

You watch her from across the large hall, dancing couples blocking the view. She looked stunning, she always did but especially now, especially in the candle light. You look at her and you remember how you felt all those summers ago, all those feelings rush back. The feelings you promised yourself to never utter. The guilt attached to it all is too all consuming. It’s one thing to make yourself an outcast of society but you need to think about your younger siblings, you can’t bare the thought of their futures being tarnished by your actions or uncontrollable feelings. Its unthinkable. You find yourself not really listening to the man thats talking to you about nothing, society puts a lot of importance on things that are completely worthless, meaningless.

Your mind finds its way back to Eloise.

She always makes the nothing seem so interesting, or at least she did before everything. Your head fills with flashes from your dreams these past few months. Of skin, heat, sweat, sin, your tangled up feet after clutching at sheets. You look back at her and find that she is already watching you, almost as if you’re both thinking the same thing. ‘I miss you.’

Your mama must see that you are paying the gentleman no mind as she approaches from behind and snaps you from your train of thought. “Thank you my lord, we should be making our rounds of the room. We have not had a chance to greet Lady Danbury or the Bridgertons yet.” He takes your hand and kisses the back of it, most likely to try and stir some sort of reaction but your heart already belongs to another. One you cannot have and will never have, history and society will say you were friends whether you were spinters or not so you might as well find someone you can tollerate. Preferably someone in the same ‘situation’ as you, that way you can both hide and avoid shaming your families publically and in plain sight.

“Hello Lady Bridgerton, Viscount.” Your mama nudges you slightly.

“Oh yes good evening Bridgertons,” You find yourself glancing at Eloise.

Your mama and Lady Bridgerton find themselves lost in conversation, informing eachother of their own findings of other families during the Ton. You take your chance to find a hiding place away from the staring eyes of ‘gentlemen’ and the judgemental whispers of the mamas. You hear footsteps behind you but try to ignore them incase they belong to the man who kissed your hand only moments before.

“Y/n, wait...I can’t walk-this dress.” You hear grumbled from behind you, you stop walking and turn out of curiousity.

“Can we talk, in private?” She looks nervous, you have only seen Eloise nervous once before and that was before her debut.

“Why of course, Eloise. I was just headed to the library.” You extend your arm out, offering your elbow for her to take - which she does. Her face becoming less tense looking as she does so.

One of the only good things about being a lady is the fact that you can be left alone with Eloise. Once in the library the silence is suddenly very loud, the contrast from the bustling hall does not go unnoticed but it is both slightly uncomfortable and welcomed at the same time. Both of you feeling more relaxed but more unsure of what to do next.

Eloise takes the first step, “Why haven’t you visited? I have missed you. If there is something wrong you can always tell me you know that.” She takes her hands into yours. You are glad, for the first time in your life, that you are wearing gloves as your hands must be damp with nerves.

“I-I cannot. It is something I have sworn not to say.” You cannot bare to look at her in the eyes so opt for looking at your hands, still being held by hers.

She steps closer, “Who have you sworn secrecy to?”

You can already tell how she is going to react when you say, “Myself.”

“Y/N, thats just ridiculous. We have never kept secrets before. You know I would never judge you no matter what - I am not exactly a lady myself so if its something to do with society then-”

You cut her off, “It is not just society.”

“Then what is it?” She looks frustrated, worried, upset? You can’t exactly tell, but the look in her eyes makes her look like a hurt puppy. You love puppies almost as much as you trust Eloise so you find yourself saying, “Its you.”

“It’s...me?” Her eyesbrows come together.

“Yes, it’s always you.”

“Y/N, what have I done? I am so sorry if I have done something wrong I-”

You find yourself cutting her off mid sentence again, not very ladylike but this is not a very ladylike topic in the eyes of the Ton. Or most people in this society if you are honest with yourself.

“You have done nothing wrong. It is what you have done right that is the issue.”

Her eyes go wide and she steps back, “Well now I am even more confused.”

“You make me feel a way that I simply cannot resist. I am a moth to your flame. Seeing you tonight is killing me because you are just so beautiful that it hurts, it hurts that I cannot express how I feel and that no matter what happens we both get hurt. Ether you do not feel the same way and I watch you find someone you love and can actually be with or...” You find yourself at a loss.

“Or?” You look at Eloise, she does not look offended or hurt - she just looks soft and calm. Much different to her usual state of passionate rambles, she has gone quiet.

“Or you feel the same as I do, and we have to live our lives knowing how the other feels. That kind of pain is something entirely different.” You find yourself looking at your hands again, this time clasped together on your lap.

“The loss from you in my life is worth than both of those, Y/N. I had to watch the person I love disappear but still be within view. You were my safe space and it was just gone. I feel as though I finally understood the pain my mother has been feeling all this time. A love match gone.” You cannot believe what you are hearing.

“A love match?”

“Yes, Y/N. A love match, the person who you want to spend your life with. I have never been able to put it into words. It feels like if i loved you less, I could talk about it more...or better”

You find yourself laughing as well as crying, “You did not just quote Jane Austin at me right now... I refuse to believe it.”

[arizona2004]

Courts of Love and Hate. Chapter 1

Nyx x OC-Juniper(Tamlin’s daughter)

Note: in this Nyx was born later than is canon(I wanted Tamlin to have a son about Nyx’s age and that doesn’t make sense as canon) 

WC:3118

Request linked here   chapter 2

Nyx

I swallow a heavy sigh as my uncle Cas goes on about the Spring court. We just returned from the annual high lords meeting, where everyone was supposed to discuss finally restoring the sacred mountain in the middle so that meetings can be held there, but instead, half of the meeting was spent bickering and insulting one another, and I’m not proud to say the Night court was half of the problem.

I know there is a lot of history between the Night and Spring courts and that the Highlord Tamlin is largely at fault for hurting my family, but I can’t help but wonder about the unity between our courts. If there were peace between the north and south Prythian would surely have fewer enemies trying to invade. We should appear united. 

I interrupt my Uncle to say as much while we all finally collapse in the sitting room. I feel my father's gaze on me but I’m too focused on the look of pride on my mother's face to turn to him and see what he thinks of my thought.

“What are you suggesting Nyx? A peace treaty? It’s not like we’re at war with Tim Tam. We just don’t like him,” Uncle Cas says.

“I just think, maybe if we started acting more civilly, he would too, and our future generations can be at peace with one another.”

“There’s too much bad blood between us.”

“There doesn’t have to be. If we make peace now, then we can settle this. I don’t know the full history, and my children don’t need to know any of it. Nor do the Spring descendants.”

“I’d like to agree with you, Nyx,” my uncle Az speaks up, “but history is important.”

“Yeah,” Mor says, “what if centuries down the line, the Spring court attacks us, making claims about the past as reasoning because they didn’t keep to the deal, and your descendants have no understanding of the feud between the courts?”

I plop down on the couch between my parents, giving in because they’re right: my idea was stupid.

It wasn’t stupid, Nyx, my father speaks into my mind, it just wasn’t the solution.

Keep using that smart head of yours, and you'll figure it out one day. You’re the future of all of us; we believe in you, my mother chimes in before they both return to the conversation.

I, however, ignore my family and let myself get lost in thought. I double-check my mental walls, ensuring the only crack is the one I leave open for my parents to speak to me as they please but not look any further. 

I ignore them in favor of thinking of her. The one secret I keep from my family: Juniper.

She was at the meeting today. It took hell to convince her father, but he relented because “we aren’t discussing anything too unladylike,” apparently. That’s what she said in her most recent letter. I know she loves her father, but I also can tell he’s a misogynistic asshole who needs to get his head out of his ass. The only reason Juniper doesn’t hate him for it, I think, is because she doesn’t care much for court politics.

She worries about things like whether or not her shoes match her dress or if she accidentally made a spelling error in one of her letters. That’s what I love about her. She’s always worried about the little things and would rather be a writer than a Highlady. 

I asked her once what she would do if she wasn’t a princess, and apparently that was an easy question. She would be a writer; she’d write books and poems and articles. She’s good at it too. She asked me the same question, but I have no idea what I would want to do besides lead my people. I feel pride when I come up with a solution to help my parents fix a court issue and joy when I hold a sword in my hand or pull from the well of power in my gut. I don’t get that feeling with anything else the way Juniper gets it when writing. 

She says it’s because I was born to be a leader, but I’m not so sure about that. I’m not sure about most of the things I do when leading our court. My mother says that’s okay because it’s not like I need to lead the people by myself anyways, but my father was doing it at my age. I should know how to too, right? 

As the bitter feeling of anxiety settles in my gut, I shake my head and try to return to my happy distraction. Juniper. She was wearing a mint green dress with darker green accents decorating it. And dark green slippers to match. Her long blonde hair fell down her back in thick waves, framing her soft face in gold. Her green eyes found my blue ones as soon as she sat down beside her brother. She looked away quickly, but I couldn’t. I barely get to see the face behind the letters, I was entranced until my uncle spoke.

“It’s impolite to stare,” Azriel's voice was quiet over my right shoulder.

“Oh, he’s blushing!” Cassian piped up more to the left. “Think she’s pretty, do you?”

After that, I only risked an occasional glance in her direction. Our eyes didn’t lock again until the very end when we all got up to leave, and I could swear she smiled. Just a little bit, a small tip of the edge of her lips. The image is ingrained in my head. Green dress, matching shoes, blonde hair tucked behind her ear, dark eyes piercing mine, pink lips tipped up in the faintest smile. 

Kissable lips. Or so I imagine. The only time I was ever close enough to Juniper to kiss her I was a fumbling fifteen-year-old, and I accidentally fell on top of her in a dark garden. 

That was four years ago now, and since she responded to my letter two weeks after our clumsy meeting, I have been helplessly in love. And desperately trying to hide it, terrified of my family or hers ever finding out.

I know my parents wouldn’t care all that much, they would understand that you can’t help who you love, we don’t get to pick and choose. They wouldn’t judge her based on anyone's actions but her own. A scared little part of me, though, wants to keep her all to myself, away from the prying question and curious eyes of my aunts and uncles. 

She’s my secret, and I want to keep it that way, so when my uncle Cassian says my name in the same sentence as hers I panic.

“Nyx’s cheeks are all pink, he’s probably thinking of Princess Juniper again.”

“I am not!” I immediately defend myself, trying to figure out what everyone was talking about while I was daydreaming.��

“You seem awfully defensive,” he says, smirking.

I defer. “You can’t think about someone ‘again’ if you’ve never thought of them at all.

“You’ve never thought of the Spring Princess? Not once?”

I shake my head.

“Well, that’s concerning. How can you never think of anyone at all and still know who they are? Is your brain ticking properly?”

“You know what I meant, Cas! I don’t sit around thinking about her. Ever.”

“Okay, okay,” he says, putting his hands up. “There's no reason to get angry; I was just teasing.”

“I’m not angry,” I say, trying to calm down and hide the frustration building in my chest.

“Your hair’s on fire, sweetheart,” my mother chimes in.

Fuck. This happens sometimes. I’ll get mad or anxious, and what looks like black and white flames start burning to life atop my head. At first, my parents thought they were just dark and light shadows that would show up when I was emotional, but they quickly learned it was more like fire, hotter than any other fire known to fae. My father has the scars on a few of his fingers to prove it. 

Neither of my parents moves away from me, but I know they must feel the heat radiation from my head at this close distance. Dad places a comforting hand in between my shoulder blades while mom holds my hand. The flames flick out of existence.

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I was just frustrated.”

“It’s okay,” Cas starts to say but changes course as I stand, “don’t leave, Nyx. Everything's fine.”

I walk out of the room anyway and quietly walk up to my bedroom for the night. I hate losing control like that. 

Juniper

Falling onto my mattress, I feel light. Like I’m floating on a cloud. My heart is fluttering in my chest, and I can’t help the grin that stretches my face. I wrote to Nyx just before the meeting, so I can only assume he’ll write to me next. I just can’t wait for the letter to arrive. I’ll sit in my room all day tomorrow and wait for the black crow to arrive at my window if I must. I never thought such a dark bird could bring me so much joy. 

I’m still dreaming about what life with Nyx could be if our parents just got over their differences when a hand waves over my face. I sit up abruptly, not having noticed anyone enter, and incidentally get smacked in the face.

“Shit, Juniper! Are you okay?” my younger brother, “I didn’t mean to hit you, but honestly it was kinda your fault.” I glare at him. “What? You sat up into my hand.” 

“Whatever,” I grumble, rubbing my face. “What are you doing here?”

“We need to talk to you,” my older brother-Kai- says from the end of the bed.

“About what?”

“The meeting today,” Kai says, settling at the foot of the mattress with a firm expression.

“Yeah,” Oak adds, crossing his arms and attempting to mimic the glare. 

“What about it?” I ask, kicking off my shoes and avoiding their eyes. “It was rather boring and…unmannerly. The Highpeople insulted one another half the time. Especially our father.”

“You just don’t understand the history between our families. There’s so much hate and blood. The Night Court has done cruel and unthinkable things to us.”

“Well, if I don’t know the full history, then tell me, Kai, explain it so that I may understand.”

“Yeah!” Oak perks up at my side.

“No,” he says, remembering Oak is there. “Father would not want you to know, and you,” he directs his attention to Oak, “are far too young.”

“I’m twelve!” Oak grumbles. He and I are relatively close in age, only six years apart, while Kai is 14 years older than me. For fae, though, that’s still pretty close. 

“This is not what we came here to discuss. We’ll table this conversation for another time,” which just means he’s never going to bring it up again, and it will not be discussed.

“I thought this was what we came to discuss. The Night court being evil and all that?” Oak asks while scooting more onto the bed, pushing me over.

“Well, sort of, yes. Juniper, we couldn’t help but notice, at the meeting, you noticing the Night Prince.”

“No, that’s not right,” Oak interrupts, “I noticed him; he’s hot. Juniper was ogling him!”

Kai starts to speak up to tell Oak not to say things like that, but I interrupt him, “I was doing no such thing!” I defend. “He was just sitting right across from me. I couldn’t help but see him every time their Highlord or Lady spoke.”

“Hmm,” is Kai’s only response while piercing me with a glare that makes me want to spill all of my secrets. I swallow the lump in my throat, though, and force my body to relax. “Whatever the case was, we came here to tell you you ought to stay away from him.”

“He’s bad news, so don’t get any romantic thoughts,” Oak adds, pointing at me sternly.

“If you are thinking about romance, I’m sure father would let a nice spring lord court you. Many of them ask about you.”

“I’m not looking to find a husband right now,” I tell Kai sternly, “Certainly not with any of the lords.”

“Why ‘certainly not with any of them’ they are good males.”

“I’m not attracted to any of them. Romantically or otherwise.”

Kai's cheeks pink slightly as he looks at me with one of his stern, protective expressions, “You ought not be attracted to anyone otherwise unless already romantically.”

Of course, he would be naive enough to think I only feel romantic attraction. “I can be attracted to whoever I please. Besides, it’s not entirely my choice, more of a bodily response.”

Kai goes even redder. I’m sure he cannot fathom why he is having this conversation with me. “Juniper, you cannot-”

“Relax Kai. I said I felt attraction, not that I act on it. Besides, I don’t want to.”

“Good. You shouldn’t,” he says sternly and thoroughly. I know part of it is to protect me. I wonder if he’s also insisting because I’m a woman, and ‘it wouldn’t be proper’. He’s hypocritical like Father in that way sometimes. I hate it.

“What are we even talking about?” Oak asks, slightly confused. “I thought there was only one form of attraction.”

“And what kind was that?” I ask curiously.

“The one that means you like someone,” he says helplessly. A smile quirks my lips, and I notice one on Kai’s too.

“There is the attraction that means you want to court someone. And then there is the attraction that means you want to-” Kai stops, searching for the right words, but Oak offers a suggestion of his own.

“Fuck them?” 

I choke on air, a blush running up my neck, while Kai turns ten shades of red. “Where did you learn a phrase like that?” he asks.

“Heard some of the guards talking about it,” Oak supplies, which I’m sure upsets Kai. He’s tried to keep Oak as sheltered as possible. Kai is somewhat like our father but tries to keep as far from being like him, I’m not sure why, but he seems to want to keep Oak a happy faeling for as long as possible. 

“Come on, Oak,” Kai says, pulling our little brother from the bed. “This is not a topic I planned on discussing with you yet, but if I must, then so be it, but it is not for our sister's ears.”

“Okay!” Oak jumps to attention, happy to learn what it means to ‘fuck’ and I say nothing, knowing it’s for the best to let Kai think I know nothing about sex. 

That night I can’t help but lay in bed a little late, my thoughts running back to what Kai said earlier and the insults exchanged at the meeting. What happened between our courts?

Eventually, I fall asleep and wake early in the morning to a slight pecking on my stomach. I open my eyes to find a crow sitting on me. This isn’t the first time this has happened, so I don’t panic, I just untie the letter from its ankle and watch the bird fly away. 

A smile quirks as I open the letter and remember what I wrote to Nyx after that happened the first time. Your bird rudely woke me this morning. He sat on me and pecked me awake before dawn.

His response made me laugh. It always does. Whenever I’m outside, and a letter arrives, your bird sits on my head and tries eating my hair.

I’m still not sure I believe him, but it makes me laugh anyway. I open his newest letter, not bothering to even roll out of bed. He goes on for pages about how lovely I looked at the meeting. I can’t help the blush or the feeling of pride that fills me. I spent days planning my look; I’m over the moon that he liked it.

He answers questions from my last letter and doesn’t mention anything about the meeting beyond how happy he was to see me again. I can’t stop thinking about the feud between our courts, though. So after I respond to everything else in his letter, and mention how dashing he looked yesterday, I bring it up. It’s just a few questions. I’m sure he understands I probably know a lot less than him about the history, and I’m curious as to what his court's side of it is. 

I call over a Cardinal and tie the note to its leg before releasing it with directions to Nyx. Then I form a plan for breakfast while dressing. My lady's maid comes in mid-way through me getting ready and doesn’t even bother to scold me for getting ready without her; she gave up on that years ago. Instead, she picks up where I left off and sends me down for breakfast with my father and brothers. 

I sit through the beginning of our meal quietly, as Kai and father speak about something, and work up the courage to ask my questions. When silence fills the room with the end of their conversation I know it’s probably the only chance I’ll get.

“Father, I was hoping to ask a question,” I say before I can chicken out.

“Yes?” 

“How- how did the former Highlord, before you, die?” he stops and looks at me shocked and probably annoyed by my asking.

“Why would you ask a question like that?”

“I only noticed it wasn’t in the history books I have. Several of the other Highlords’ deaths are mentioned, but not his.”

“It is not in the books you learn from. He died with the rest of my family: my brothers and mother. Killed by the current Highlord of the Night Court and his father”

“How did his father die?” I ask before I can stop myself. 

“I killed him,” he snaps, struggling to reign his anger in. I should stop asking questions, I know I should. And the look on Kai’s face is begging me as much.

“But why would they kill your family?”

He freezes at that question, staring at the food on his plate for a few moments before looking up and piercing me with a cold stare, “Because they wanted to, Juniper. And the Night court thinks they’re entitled to everything they want. Stray away from thinking about them!” he growls, making me tense in my chair. “You’re dismissed. Go to your room.” I don’t hesitate to stand and practically run from the dining hall. 

[goldenempyrean]

Could you do on where Reader has been on a mission for like a month or something and then comes back and Wanda is sick but tries to hide it unsuccessfully because she wants to go on a date or something with Reader because they’ve been gone so long. So Reader makes her stay home and just rest but Wanda is being stubborn

A Less Then Kind Illness

Hey! Tysm for the request, I hope you enjoy :) lemme know your thoughts. I’ve finally finished my request inbox so please feel free to send some more in. I enjoyed writing this alot and I may or may not have stayed up till 3am just to get this finished ;)

Any spelling/grammar errors are purely mine. I am far too tired to double check this

Quick thank you to @lyak12 for helping me with some of the ideas!

Summary: A nasty cold has made its way through the compound while you were out on a mission. You come home to a very quiet compound and a very sniffly girlfriend.

Wordcount:2,291

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You stepped off the quinjet and took a deep breath of the cool New York air. Finally, you were home. You had been sent on a 2-week long solo mission in the chilly Russian mountains, searching for a rumoured Hydra base. Well, it turns out that the base was there and it posed a legitimate threat due to the fact it was heavily armed, you had to spend an extra 3 days just to make sure it was fully safe. And after all that time you were looking forward to seeing your girlfriend again once you got back home.

You did find it slightly strange that Wanda hadn't greeted you at the landing pad, usually she was there readily waiting for when you arrived. You had even shot her a text 10 minutes prior to landing to tell her that you were close. Maybe she was just busy. You didn’t let you mind wander too far as you made your way into the compound.

It was eerily quiet as you wandered through the surprisingly empty compound hallways.. You did smile to yourself though as you heard distant laughter coming from the main common room. You stepped inside and laughed to yourself as you saw Clint and Thor playing MarioKart on the big TV, hurling childish insults at each other.

“Hey guys.” You leant against the doorframe and smirked to yourself.

“Y/N! Welcome back.” Thor jumped up to greet you, “How’d the mission go?”

“It was okay, nevermind that. Why’s it so quiet in here? Where are the girls?” You inquired as you grabbed a small bottle of Sprite from the public mini-fridge, leaving your bags next to the small countertop.

“I think Wanda is down with whatever bug has managed to sweep its way through here. She looked tired earlier.” Clint called from his position on the sofa.

“Wanda did infact look unwell when I saw her earlier. I advised her to go back to her room and sleep.” Thor added as he unpaused the ongoing game, earning himself a dig from Clint.

“Wait, Wanda’s sick?” You asked for clarity as you began to pace back and forth. Wanda had only been sick twice in the 4 years that you had known her, you couldn’t help but start to grow concerned and that worry only increased when you heard Clint say;

“I think so. I wouldn’t be surprised if she is. This cold is seriously horrible, even Nat’s gone down with it, she actually went willingly to her room to sleep it off.”

“Nats down? Like as in shes actually in bed resting?” You couldn’t hide the hint of shock in your tone as you spoke. Nat never got sick, nevermind actually going to her room to rest. You couldn’t help but worry about what condition you would find Wanda in when Clint’s voice cut your thoughts off.

“Yeah ‘Tasha’s been down for about 2 days now, this bugs hit her hard. Plus Stark wont come 10 meters within the compound while there are still ‘germs’ here, and then Banners off on some geeky conference in London,” Clint finished his sentence with a chuckle but stopped as he saw your worried expression, “Hey don’t worry, Im sure Wanda’s okay..”

“I know. Im gonna go and check on her though, we were meant to be going out for dinner when I got back but she’s definitely not going to want to cancel, even if shes sick.” You said as you swiped the box of tissues sitting on the main table, “Just incase.” You noted out loud.

“Give us a call if you need anything.” Clint said as you turned to leave.

“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later.” You said, making your way to the door.

Thor waved you out as he went back to his ongoing game, “Cya Y/N. Now go and tend to your girlfriend.”

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It hadn’t taken you long to reach the door of your girlfriends room, you had taken a slight detour to slip a ‘get well soon’ note under the door to Natasha’s room first. You gave a gentle knock on her door and waited… No answer. You knocked again, this time a little louder… Nothing. You sighed and reached around in your pocket for your keys, you didn’t like letting yourself in without permission but this was an acception. You unlocked her door, taking care not to make too much noise as you entered her room, the door silently swinging open.

The first thing you noticed was how dark it was. Wanda always opened up her curtains bright and early, she had always loved the natural lighting which would flood the room through the wide windows. Yet the inside of her room was dark and eerily still. The only sound was the gentle snores coming from beneath the mound of blankets on her bed.

A grumbled moan of confusion came from the sheets as you saw Wanda slowly shift from her position as she gradually woke up. You cursed at yourself for waking her but Wanda was known for being a light-sleeper. As she poked her head from the sheets you noticed her rather sickly appearance. God she looked exhausted, even in the dim light you could see the dark bags beneath her eyes, you also noted her flushed red cheeks and pinkish nose.

“Y/N?” She murmured, her hoarse voice still full of sleep as she slumped against the headboard of the bed.

“Hey darling.” You sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed her leg, “A certain somebody told me you weren’t feeling too hot.”

Wanda sniffled as you spoke, rubbing the sleeve of a hoodie, which happened to be one of yours, against her nose. “Here.” You placed the stolen box of tissues beside her, “I thought you might’ve needed them.“

“Thanks,” She took one and blew her stuffy nose, trying to get some form of relief, “Did the mission go okay?” She asked as you stood up to open a window, letting some much needed fresh air into the clammy room, taking care to leave the curtains shut.

“It went fine baby. How long have you been sick for?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“I woke up yesterday and I didn’t feel great. I think I caught it off Nat since I was looking after her a few days ago.” Wanda admitted with a sigh before breaking off to cough chestily against her wrist.

“Aww, you really don’t sound too good ‘Wands. Have you taken anything yet?” You asked before hovering your hand above her forehead, waiting for approval.

She gave you a slight nod in allowance and you gently rested your hand on her head. You could feel her sink against it as the coolness hit her feverish skin, “Your really warm baby. Your definitely running a fever.” You clicked your tongue as you finished your sentence and you went into her bathroom to search for a thermometer.

“What have you taken for this?” You called from the bathroom, still searching for the device. You could’ve sworn that there was one in there last time.

“Nothing yet-“ She was interrupted by another set of deep coughing, your heart aching throughout every second of her fit.

“Wanda, you okay? Wheres your thermometer sweetie?” You called out to her as you began to search the final cupboard.

“‘Tasha’s room,” a small voice called back, “She has a fever too.”

You really didn’t want to disturb Natasha just to get a simple thermometer, especially if she was feeling as unwell as Wanda. With a sigh you admitted defeat. Y/N: 0, thermometer:1.

You weren’t concentrating and almost walked straight into Wanda as you came out of her bathroom empty handed, you were even more surprised that you hadn’t heard her get up from the bed.

“Wanda, what are you doing? Your meant to be lying down.” You asked, visibly concerned and slightly startled.

“We had plans.” She said, her hoarse voice shaking as she spoke, “We were meant to go out when you got back.” She turned away from you to cough into her elbow, the sound of it made you cringe. She sounded so horribly congested and you couldn’t help but sympathise for her.

“Oh baby.” You muttered as Wanda swayed on her feet, “That can wait, we need to get you feeling better first.”

“But I- Hhh’htschiew! H’etschoo! Hh..h’itschiew!” Wanda seemed to have lost her balanced as she stumbled back into your open arms, you could feel the heat radiating from her body. Had she gotten even hotter? You carefully supported her by the waist as your mind raced, unsure of what to do next.

You were about to insist that she get back into bed when you noticed the uncomfortable dampness which had soaked through to the sheets. The poor thing was literally laying in her own sweat, this fever really wasn’t going easy on her.

“Dizzy…” she mumbled as she swayed in your arms, the room spinning around her as she sniffled to herself.

“Just sit here for me sweetie. I need to change your bed.” You instructed her to sit in the small cosy armchair opposite the bed. You also pulled a fresh pair of pyjamas from her drawers and handed them to her, “Can you change by yourself?” You asked sincerely with no judgement.

She gave you a little nod and you turned your back to give her some privacy and to collect some new sheets from beneath her bed. You waited for her to confirm that she had finished changing before pivoting around on your heels. You picked up her dirty clothes and threw them in the hamper at the other side of the room.

“Heh’tischoo! Hh’tishoo!”

“Bless you Wands. Im sorry your so sick.” You sighed as you sat on the arm of the chair, rubbing her back through the thin fabric of her clothes.

Wanda let out a moan of discomfort as she scrunched her eyes together, “My head hurts..” She admitted quietly and you kissed her temple.

“That’s why you need to lie back down. You’ll feel better if you do.” You tried to convince her to go back to bed but she was having none if it. You had finally finished putting the final clean pillowcase on the bed when Wanda made her next point.

“I’ll be fine Y/N. Please just let me take you out, I haven’t seen you in weeks.” She argued. She did have a point though, you hadn’t seen each other in weeks and going out did sound amazing but there was absolutely no way that you were going to let Wanda out the compound in her current condition.

“Please Wanda, sweetie your not thinking clearly. Can you please just get back into bed for me?” Sadly your coaxing didn’t seem to work as Wanda stood back up from the armchair and shakily made her way towards the door.

This was it. You had had enough of her behaviour by this point. Even though you knew that it was her fever clouding her judgement and she wasn’t purposely being difficult. But you had ran out of options, if being gentle wasn’t going to work then you’d just have to do it your way, “Wanda Maximoff, God help you if you take another step towards that door.”

Now she knew that you meant it. There wasn’t a lot of times when you used your stern voice but when you did she knew that you meant what you were saying. You loved Wanda, you really did but it was infuriating when she refused to look after herself. You took a moment to breathe and collect yourself before standing up and making your way over to her. Offering your hand out to her which she accepted after a moment of hesitation, only to break off from your hold a few seconds later as she pushed you away lightly as she sneezed down into her hand, her body bending at the waist from the force of her unusually strong sneeze,

“Huh’tschIEW! W-woah.”

You felt the weight of Wanda’s body slump against you, as her knees seemed to buckle from exhaustion.

“Bless you,” you whispered into her ear as you supported her back to the bed, “Now this was exactly what I didn’t want to happen.” You sighed as she finally sat back down on the side of the bed.

“I don’t feel good.” Wanda’s tired voice murmured as she rested her head against you, sniffling thickly before stifling a cough against her wrist.

“I know baby, I know. Can you just lie back down for me sweetheart?” You asked and with some more gentle encouragement she finally gave in and followed your directions, climbing back into the fresh sheets.

“Im sorry. Im such a mess right now.” She apologised as you pulled the covers over her shivering body.

“Don’t apologise sweetheart. Your really burning up, I’ve never seen you with a fever like this before.”

Wanda sniffled wetly against her wrist before reaching out the grab a handful of tissues, she seemed to have great timing as her nose promptly began to tickle and she sneezed down into them.

“Hh’tsxchiew! Het’tishoo! Htshoo!”

“Bless you sweetie.” You said as you searched the bottom drawer of her dresser which was reserved for your clothes, you pulled out a thin set of pyjamas and quickly changed into them before climbing in bed next to your sniffly girlfriend.

“Y/N?” Wanda yawned as she curled up against you.

You began to run your fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp lightly “Shh, just try and go to sleep sweetheart.”

“Im glad your home Y/N, I missed you.” She mumbled as you kissed her head softly.

“Me too.”

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[goddamnwebcomics]

Red Space Blues

It’s a comedy, sci-fi action webcomic by John Poole (AKA JohnCartoonist).

Melody Meadows is your average day adult bunny woman who’s looking forward to working as a botanist. Unfortunately, she’s instead employed as a mercenary and immediately sent off to work for the ever so shifty Mercs R’ Us company. From there on, she goes on various misadventures as an intergalactic mercenary meeting semi-competent co-workers, ancient gods, strange clients, teleporter mishaps, sociopathic and psychopathic mercs alike, space pirates, crazy A.I., sentient weapons, lots of life threatening moments, and barely getting paid for anything.

You can pretty much grasp the tone of the comic just by looking at the first page. It’s extremely comedic with jokes and punchlines thrown left and right practically at all times, but I wouldn’t exactly call them laughing riots. I say that because so much of the humor is way too easy to see coming and, for me at least, didn’t really make me crack a smile or burst out laughing. It’s not a completely boring comic with how much things tend to happen, but it always feels like it’s going through the motions. Things do get a little more narratively focused starting at chapter five onwards, but it’s still not something I can call super exciting. 

The art style of the comic changes a lot, so expect some inconsistencies with how the characters look (minor drawing errors included). Same can kind of go for the format of the pages as it can change from regular comic pages, to comic strips, to gif/animated videos (usually done when the artist feels experimental), and to vertical mobile comic strips. Watch out for various spelling errors, grammatical mistakes, and punctuation issues as the artist tends to not double check their own writing frequently.

Oh god FUCKING EW. This looks like a spinoff of Delgo. And the constant humour and rapidfire plots are guaranteed to make for one irritating riff. This might be one of the worst ones for the ages.

[starryhiraeth]

Heal me pt3

So, it’s been a hot minute

Life has been hectic but here is pt 3

(Not double checked, there might be spelling errors)

(I’ll be doing more writing now, so feel free to suggest anything x)

Pt1

Pt2

BEGIN!

“So what do we do?”

Keira asked,

“I don’t know,funnily enough,I’ve never been lost in a field before” You sassed back

You and all your friends we really hungry, you’d honestly been in that fucking field all day and all of you have been to lazy and hungover to move. Everyone woke up with small cuts and bruises,probably from sleeping on dirt, which you happily healed for them but after that, you kind of all just sat there (awkward)

Then suddenly a cloud of black smoke appeared and from within it, The high lord, the high lady and their family, of course, your mother and the gorgeous man with the blue Syphons who caught your eye last night

OH SHIT, YOUR MUM WAS THERE!

The glare she gave you could’ve made ten Illyrian warriors cry.

You gulped

“Hey ma…”

She kept on staring, yeah…you were fucked

“Sooooooo-”

“Get up,Y/N” she said

“Yep yep got it!”

They all Winnowed you back, but you couldn’t help but notice the look that the man with the sapphire Syphon was giving you

Was in questioning?

Was it disgusting? No.don’t be ridiculous, your way to hot for that

Ether way he didn’t stop staring until you were sent to you room by your mother, grounded,

You tried to argue that your an adult and she couldn’t ground you, yet with one ‘stern mum look’ she had you jogging to your room,

Taking and bath and relaxing, your thoughts kept fading back to the man with the blue Syphons.

(So it’s really short but it’s really late where I am, so I’ll update more tomorrow xx)

[sickbaysaturdays]

Have Mercy

By Kit @solacearchiveWhen Medic is kidnapped from her job at a mining camp to serve as conscript labor for the Imperium, she learns that survival means different things to different people, and doing no harm is never that simple.

While this story can stand on its own, it will make a lot more sense if you’ve read “Succor to the Brave,” available in the February archives of this fine blog.

Content warning for suicidal ideation (mentioned, brief) and torture (non-graphic, throughout).

“Get the damn door closed!” Rushka yelled, pulling her coat around herself.

“Sorry, sorry.” Duncan shoved his weight, which was less and less these days, against the barracks door. It thunked shut, sealing out the subzero but breathable air under the cheap radiation dome outside.

“Gonna freeze us all in our sleep,” Rushka muttered, lying back down.

Duncan ignored her and scaled the ladder to my third-tier bunk. “How’s the reading practice, little sister?”

I shut the floppy children’s workbook that one of the guards had given me. “Hard. It’s like being in grade one all over again. Did something happen?”

He shook his head and rubbed at his bloodshot eyes. “Nah, commandant just locked himself out of his personal computer. The security at her house was insane. Oh, but look what I got for us.” Grinning, he pulled two chocolate bars out of his coat pocket. “Swiped them right off the table when they weren’t looking.”

I squinted at the wrapper in the dim light from the window. “Star-light choc-o-late.”

“See? You’ll be fluent in Dosan before you know it.” Taking his own bar, he swung down onto the middle bunk.

I’d better be. My entire drug cabinet was labeled in the language, and the acceptable number of medication errors is zero.

The chocolate lasted me about four bites, euphoric sugar exploding in my mouth and leaving me wanting more. Chocolate, peanut butter, cinnamon cake, quickbread—once upon a time, before our world ended, I’d told Duncan I’d introduce him to quickbread, Kumitan-style.  

I would never get the chance.

Reveille called us out of bed and out into the razor-cold morning. Pulling too-thin coats around hunched shoulders, we shuffled into line, stamping our feet to keep them from going numb. Cold raked my face as I lined up next to Duncan in the yard, under the naked black sky.

“First work detail,” the guard shouted. He started pointing at people. We didn’t pay much attention; our work assignments were always the same.

The guard finished his work roster. Then he turned to the rest of us, the skilled prisoners. “You and you, follow him,” he ordered, pulling two prisoners out of line. 

I had a brief, nauseating memory of the mining rig cafeteria. The guard continued, picking one or two people out of every dozen.

“It’s going to be all right, little sister.” Duncan bent his knees and shoulder-checked me while the guard wasn’t looking. “Hang on.”

Duncan was in no position to make such promises, but I knew what he meant.

The guard made his way closer to us. I held my breath, sick with fear. I wasn’t even sure which outcome I wanted. Was it better to be picked or left behind?

When he reached Duncan, the guard shook his head. I knew what I wanted then.

“You, with him.” The guard pointed at me, then at a soldier standing by with a laser rifle. “Move!”

Duncan reached for my hand. His fingertips brushed against mine as the soldier grabbed my other arm and yanked me out of line. It was the last time we saw each other.

Different infirmary, same nightmare. No, sickbay. On a ship, it’s called sickbay. That’s what the Dosan characters above the double doors spelled out, s-ih-ck-b-ayee, with an end signifier on the last letter and a place-name marker above the /s/.

There were no other medics on the Enforcer.  The crew made vague, taunting references to what had happened to their last one.

I didn’t have much to do the first week. I studied Dosan from the few computer files I had access to. Marching orders were to sleep in sickbay in case a patient needed my help. A crewman, Suban, brought me food since I wasn’t allowed to mingle with the crew.

She was nice enough, except that sometimes she had plans with her friends and did that instead of bringing my food. I started doing the POW thing and saving the non-perishables in a safe place.

And then a corporal came in with an ingrown toenail. I digit-blocked the toe, removed the offending growth, and provided her with a sheet of care instructions from a file the previous medic had left behind.

“What the hell’s this?” she snarled, waving the slip. “Where’s my off-duty note?”

“T-there’s no r-reason you can’t go to work,” I stuttered. I was so stiff with fear I could barely talk. “The d-digital block—”

“We’re the ones with the keys, flatfoot. Now write me off duty.” Her fingers danced near her sidearm.

The safest way out of this would be to just write the damn note. I went back to the computer. My trembling fingers brought up a blank off-duty note. I made three typing mistakes filling in the blank fields. Baring her teeth, the corporal took her note and sauntered out.

I curled up under my charting desk and hugged my knees, willing the shakes to stop.

The next day, a warrant officer walked into sickbay and, before I could ask him what was wrong, grabbed me by the arms and shoved me into the bulkhead. I barely stifled a scream as he dug his fingernails into my arms.

“You write an off-duty note if someone is in here dying, you got that?” he hissed. “Some enlisted person doesn’t feel like working with an owie toe, you tell ’em too bad, they got to work. I don’t care if they’re mad about it.”

“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. I just wanted him to let go of my arms.

“Damn flatfeet. I don’t care about the labor shortage; using you is a mistake." 

Scowling, he threw me to the deck. I landed on my side on the brushed steel, reflexively curling up to protect my vital organs.

"I have to work with you, but I don’t have to treat you good,” he said, and through tears I watched his boot draw back.

Those days saw me trying to thread an impossible needle. Enlisted people want off-duty notes, fun painkillers, and whatever very non-evidence-based treatment they heard about from their friends. Officers will get very upset if enlisted people present flimsy off-duty notes or show up to their workstations high, and military sickbays simply do not stock trout bladder extract. 

Eventually, I stopped bothering to ice the bruises.

At night, I slept very lightly because there was no point in letting myself dissolve into sleep if I was just going to be yanked out of bed by an angry crewman with a cough that could not wait until morning. Instead, I dreamed of home, deep in the copper-green desert, under the dark orange sun.

Even though it was warm and there was food when Suban deigned to bring it, I wished they hadn’t pulled me out of line that day. Duncan never let me give up and stole chocolate even though he was risking his life. Rushka was good company, too, once you got past the brusque exterior. I would brave the frostnip to be with them again instead of being stuck on the Enforcer, surrounded by people who hated me.

“You gotta eat,” Suban said to me one day, trying to tempt me with some kind of vat meat and grilled vegetables. “When you first came on board, I thought you must have some gut parasite.”

“Actually, that’s because they barely fed us at the POW camp,” I said.  

“We all make sacrifices because of the war,” Suban said. “When I served on the Fist of Glory, we lived on combat biscuits and tube cheese for three weeks once.” She pushed the plate towards me. “Just a bite?”

“My friend’s still there,” I continued, ignoring the food. “My friend Duncan, he’s a software engineer. They stole us from the asteroid mine where we worked. We were civilians.”

Undaunted, Suban said, “But now you have a great opportunity to be part of the Imperium.”

And I think that was the same day they brought me the man.

He was in his forties, fifties maybe, shackled, bruised, and wearing threadbare clothes that needed a wash. He locked eyes with me, pleading silently. 

I looked away because I knew I couldn’t help.

“We need you to make him talk,” the lieutenant said as they muscled him into a chair.

I played dumb. “Talk, as in?”

“Give him drugs so he tells the truth,” the sergeant said.

“There’s nothing like that in my drug cabinet,” I said, hoping I’d concealed my horror.  

The sergeant turned to his lieutenant. “Is she telling the truth?”

The lieutenant laughed. “One way to find out.”

Torture, whether with a lieutenant’s fist or a medic’s drugs, has been proven time and again to be the most unreliable way to gather intelligence. But that’s never fit with the Imperial worldview.

I clapped a hand against my throbbing eye. The lieutenant’s boot rested on my sternum. 

“Which drugs do we give him, Medic?”

I was about to beg him not to hurt me, to insist that nothing in my drugs cabinet, or any drugs cabinet, would suit his purposes, but something inside me chose that moment to wake up.

They’d taken everything and everyone, and now I practiced medicine at gunpoint. It would never end unless I ended it.

I glared at the lieutenant with my non-bruised eye. “Just kill me.”

He made a face. “Do you know how hard it is to find medics in the first place? Gah, just get off the floor and fix the flatfoot, flatfoot.”

I shimmied out from under his boot and staggered to my feet. Approaching the prisoner, I asked, “Is it okay if I take a look at you?”

The sergeant rolled his eyes. “Oh, just do it!”

“It’s a violation of my medical oath to treat someone without their consent,” I said, emboldened by my earlier brush with death.

The prisoner didn’t speak to me, but he caught my eye and gave the slightest nod. From then on, we had an understanding. It was the same way POWs had talked back on that desolate moon: a glance, a head tilt, a flick of the eyes. Maybe if this war went on long enough, we’d develop our own code, a way to say things like I’m from Kumitan, the Cappadine Valley. If you get a chance, tell my family I’m alive.

I never saw the man again. I never knew his name, or where he was from, or if he had family who wanted to know he was alive.

He wasn’t the last.

It wasn’t often, but once a month or so, between the shipboard injuries and illnesses, they brought me a prisoner of war. 

Sometimes the injuries were minor, nothing I hadn’t sustained myself at the hands of an angry crewmember. Other times, I had to crack open the burn kits and orthopedic printing medium. I didn’t ask how any of it had happened. Partly because it wasn’t my job, and partly because I already knew.

I heard about Kumitan while I was printing a cast on a young man’s arm. All the insignias had been ripped off his Harahan planetary guard uniform.

“Hey, Medic,” one of his guards taunted. “Hey, Medic, you’re from Kumitan, right?”

“So?” I turned around, keeping an eye on my patient. Why did he care what kind of flatfoot I was? Kumitan, Harahan, we were all inferior people to him.

Giggling and sneering the whole time, they told me what their glorious Imperium had done.

Days smeared together into numbing repetition—perform hand hygiene, see patients, print care instructions, catch hell.

I was getting better at dodging blows. 

My ears rang and buzzed when soldiers baited me with lurid descriptions of what their Glorious Planetary Infantry had probably done to my family and neighbors back home.

Now when I dreamed of home, I had to dream of the past. After a while, I had to stop thinking about home at all. It made me unbearably sad.

“Oh, cheer up,” Suban told me, cutting up a piece of meat doused in gravy. “It’s steak night! No frowning on steak night.”

“I’ll eat later,” I said. I wanted to lie down and die. My patient last night had done just that. Bayonet wound to the leg, terminal shock, nothing I could do. 

Was he the first patient I’d lost on the Enforcer? Or had the weapons tech died first? I couldn’t remember.

“—steak will get cold, and nobody likes cold steak! Come on, I had to convince them to save some for you. They didn’t want to waste good meat on a flatfoot, but I told them you’re not dumb and sniveling. I mean, you could probably tutor my nieces in Dosan. You deserve—”

Suban kept talking. I focused very hard on my drug cabinet, on the labels in that ancient dead language they’d revived as an affectation.

The weapons tech died during a skirmish with Alliance forces. The Enforcer shifted into normal space, and I, being underslept, malnourished, and generally frail, passed out on the floor from the physical shock of it. I was still getting over my syncopal episode when the ship shuddered on a structural level. 

I would later learn that meant we’d been hit.

In the distance, alarms screamed their emergency messages.

I knew this feeling. It was the calm before the storm.

The storm arrived in the form of a screaming Imperial corporal with a bloody mess of a right leg staggering through the sickbay doors supported by two of his crewmates. I directed them to a bed and gloved up. First priority, stop the bleeding. He was shrieking a lot, so I mentally checked off airway and breathing.

I’d barely gotten the bleeding under control when an ensign arrived, dragging the unconscious body of her lieutenant. The lieutenant had rotten-looking burns on his face and one hand, and his dosimeter was blacked out.

“Decon, both of you,” I ordered.

The ensign glared at me, but I was more afraid of radiation than Imperial officers.

While they were scrubbing down, five more casualties came in, ambulatory but with positive radiation exposure and blood pouring out of them crying out for help I didn’t have beds I was just one little medic with no one to help—

And it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that none of my experience had prepared me for this or that I was exhausted and scared and wanted to go home (home doesn’t exist anymore) and sleep forever. I was going to deal with this because there was no other choice.

Deep breath. Fresh gloves. Into the breach. 

Hemorrhage-airway-breathing-circulation-neurological status. Plug the holes, secure the airway, support the respirations. Stop the pain. Ignore the screams and prioritize. No more beds, minor cases get chairs or blankets on the floor.

Behind me, the doors banged open. More patients.

Medicine becomes very binary at times like this. Hurt versus not hurt. Stable versus unstable. Alive versus dead, or on the way.

Corporal Leg Wound kept screaming for more painkillers I couldn’t safely give him. As long as he kept hollering, his airway was patent. Stable.

I couldn’t help the lieutenant. Forty grays is well past a lethal absorbed dose. The ensign had also taken a lot of grays when she pulled him and the others out of the irradiated section. Whether or not she’d live was beyond my control. Move on.

I moved on to the mechanic with a pelvic fracture. Stabilize with a binder to prevent blood loss. Give painkillers first because ow. I bolused fluids and blood and did a quick scan to confirm that there wasn’t any more internal bleeding. Stabilized, move on.

Which brought me to a weapons tech with a saturated homemade dressing on his upper arm that dripped blood. I apologized for the wait. He said it wasn’t no trouble in an accent that sounded far from the Imperial core. I cut the dressing away, and blood spattered my safety glasses. I slapped some sterile gauze over the wound and pressed hard. 

The wound was too close to the shoulder for a tourniquet, so it would have to be a hell of a pressure bandage.

“Step away.”

The warrant officer stood over me, sidearm hand dangling menacingly. I think it was the same warrant officer who’d kicked me for writing Corporal Toenail the off-duty note, but I had trouble telling the Imperials apart.

I tried to step back and still keep the pressure on the wound, but I knew that wasn’t what he meant.

“This man is a deserter,” the warrant officer said. “He abandoned his post in battle. He will receive no medical care.”

“But—” On Kumitan, and every other Alliance nation-world, medical care was given without condition or stipulation. Prisoners facing life sentences for unspeakable crimes received the same standard of care as schoolchildren. It was part of the oath we took. The oath I took.

“Step away,” the warrant officer ordered. 

He unfastened the safety strap on his sidearm holster.

I should have said something. Like, what are you going to do, shoot your only medic in the middle of a battle? Or said nothing and kept the pressure on the wound and dared him to do something, and maybe he would have and maybe he wouldn’t have, but at least I’d live or die a medic.

But I froze. Some very old animal survival instinct grabbed my arms and pulled them back. 

I stepped away. The weapons tech looked at me, at the warrant officer, at the blood pouring from his arm.

“I’m sorry, I swear,” he said. 

“Glory to the Imperium!”

“Be quiet and die like a man,” the warrant officer snarled. To me, “Stay put, flatfoot.”

The weapons tech took a thousand years to die. 

Small things, like the way the sweat dripped off his face as he went into shock and the way the warrant officer laced his boots, etched themselves into my mind. I had a thousand years to do something, but I only watched.

And then there was a sickbay full of casualties to attend to, some in critical condition, and there was no time to grapple with the fact that one person had woken up that morning and a very different person would go to bed that night. That would take a while to sink in.

I could never remember if my POW with the bayonet wound had been the first patient I lost in that sickbay or the weapons tech. Funny how time goes into a blender when every day brings new horrors.  

My home was gone. My work meant nothing. The only way I could fall asleep anymore was to take strong medication and pretend it was a fatal overdose. The bruises came easier, lasted longer. Waking hours were a dream, a haze of unshed tears that had maybe caused a novel sort of encephalopathy.  

In the Kumitan tradition, members of the lifesaving professions go by titles, not names, while on duty. Driver, Pilot, Medic—it affirms the seriousness of our work.

These days, I called myself Medic because somewhere in all of it, the human part of me had died. The only thing left was the medic.

And so I practiced medicine. Some days when I was half-delirious, the work felt like a sacrifice offered at the altar of some ancient god, Hermes, Asclepius, Sekhmet, Ixtlilton, have mercy on your disciple.

It all came down to mercy. Mercy was what they lacked. Mercy was my trade. A patient came in howling from skin burnt down to exposed nerves and I shot mercy straight into their veins.

And then one day, about a Kumitan year after the reign of nightmares and angry black boots began, there was mercy for me.

Ever since the weapons tech, I got a gnawing dread whenever the battle klaxons went off. This was no different. I waited and waited until the dread overwhelmed me, and still no casualties came. Laser fire echoed down the hallway, but my sickbay was silent as a tomb.

And then two enormous laser rifles stampeded through the door, and I threw my hands in the air and begged them not to shoot me because you can dream of your death all you want, but when it comes you won’t be ready.

I did not die that day. They told me, in the simple words you would use with a child, that the Alliance controls the ship now, not the Imperials. That they would not hurt me.

And there was medicine to be practiced.  

It was finally over, and I had never felt so unwell. Syrupy exhaustion lived in my bones and my skull, no matter how much I slept. Sometimes I had nightmares, jarring, bloody fragments that woke me up gasping in a cold sweat. Bright lights hurt my eyes, and any voice louder than a murmur set my teeth on edge.

But I couldn’t tend to myself. There was work to be done, medicine to be practiced, patients to be seen. Ancient gods to be appeased.

Every morning, Corporal Flynn, my command-assigned bodyguard, knocked on my cabin door and got me up for PT. The hollow shell that used to be me put up a perfunctory argument and peeled itself out of bed, dressed, and pretended to be a person for the next twelve hours because that was what these people expected.

But I wasn’t. I had done unspeakable things, and I never didn’t think about it. 

Stretching on the gym mats, I thought about the weapons tech. Updating vaccines, I thought about the POW from Harah with the smashed-up arm. Chatting with Lucan, the medic from the Libertad, I thought about Duncan, whom I had left behind on that desolate moon. Any normal life I lived after all of that would be indecent.

Corporal Flynn thought I didn’t put my name in the Kumitan survivors’ registry because I was afraid to know what happened to my family and friends. Actually, it was because I didn’t want them to know what had happened to me.

In any case, the registry was for survivors, and I had not survived.

And every so often, the floor dropped out of the universe. I thought the childhood asthma had come back, until Corporal Flynn pointed out that the β-2 agonists I was taking by the lungful only made it worse. They walked me up and down the less-trafficked corridors, or sometimes just held me until the shakes stopped. We didn’t talk about it after.

Usually, the episodes came right after I was done practicing some serious medicine. On the Enforcer, I’d realized medicine was like pressure holding the nitrogen in a deep-sea diver’s blood. Release the pressure, release the nitrogen, and you have decompression sickness.

And now there was no medicine I could practice, nothing to offer the ancient gods, no mercy for this disciple. There was no first aid kit in this cargo hold, and when I asked about the one topside, my answer was the familiar boot.

“They’ll be fine,” the warrant officer snarled, and clomped back up the ladder.

Fine, fine, fine, yes. From my position between the cargo bulkheads, I could only see their hand, and the hand hadn’t moved in a little while.

I couldn’t see the rest, but I knew they were there. Specialist Begay, Corporal Quinlan, Specialist Suarez, and a few others from the Libertad’s forces that I didn’t know. 

Gunnery Sergeant Wong had gotten Lucan and Mechanic Constanzakis to safety, I hoped, and Dr. Wick had been at the CASH hospital when we were ambushed.

Drawing my knees up to my chest, I wondered if the shackle chain was cold enough to use as an ice pack for my arm.

“Hey, flatfoot.”

“That’s Medic to you.” I didn’t even look up. Let them shoot me. I would trick them into showing mercy.

“Okay, fine. Medic.” The voice was hushed , furtive. “I got a question.”

“Trout bladder extract is a scam,” I said.

The ensign kneeling on the deck in front of me actually snorted. “No, not a medical question. You were on the Enforcer before it was captured, right?”

Where was this going? Where was the trap? Slowly, I nodded.

“Um, did you know this ensign?” She produced a digital photo and tipped it towards me.  

It showed her, younger, and another woman in military dress uniforms, fists raised in the Glorious Salute. I frowned. Most of the Enforcer’s crew were faceless monsters. But this one, I knew.

“Oh. Her.”

The ensign’s face brightened. “Do you know where she is? I couldn’t find out anything after I heard about the Enforcer.Was she taken prisoner?”

“I’m sorry,” I said, and I almost was. “She died in battle before the ship was captured.”

“Oh.” The ensign bit her lip and blinked hard. “Damn it, Eliza! How—what happened? You were the medic; you couldn’t save her?”

Oh, I tried. I gave that woman every radioprotective and growth factor and immunotherapeutic that I thought would help, not to mention transfusing ungodly amounts of platelets. It wasn’t enough. That old monster sepsis caught her in the end.

I wouldn’t tell her friend that, though.

“You should know, she was a hero,” I said instead. “She ran into a contaminated section to help evacuate the crew members trapped there. They survived because of her.”

Squinting through unshed tears, the ensign stared at her photograph. “Damn it, Eliza. Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

The engines droned on below my feet. I leaned back against the bulkhead, wincing at the loud scrape of shackle against deck.

My lance corporal’s hand had moved a few times. At least they were alive. There was no response when I called out to them, or any of the others, but between the cargo bulkheads and the drone of the engines, they probably couldn’t hear me. Clever holding pen design on the part of our captors.

The ensign returned, walking toe to heel so her horrible boots didn’t clomp on the metal deck. She crouched in front of me.

“Medic,” she said.

I glared at her. She had some nerve coming here, knowing what they were going to do to us.

“What does the Alliance do to prisoners?” she asked.

This was interesting. “Prisoners of war?”

“Yeah.”

“Depends on what they did during the war. If there’s evidence that they committed human rights crimes, they’re sent to Station New Haag to stand trial. And yes, a flatfoot counts as a human under intersystem law.”

She ignored my barb. “And if they’re convicted?”

“They go to prison, I guess.”

“Or maybe they’re executed?”

It took me a second to realize what the word she used meant. “The Alliance has never used death as a punishment.”

“Really. What are the prisons like?”

“I’ve never been to one. But if you mean do we treat you the way you treat us, the answer is no. We show mercy.”

“Oh.” She paused and looked back over her shoulder at the ladder. “That’s not what they tell us.”

“Who do you believe about the Alliance, the Imperial propaganda machine, or someone who actually grew up there?” I asked.

She left, and I dozed against the humming bulkhead, or tried to. Sick anticipation forced my eyes open. I knew what the Imperials would do to us. Quinlan and I had skills; they would use us, especially her. In such a rabidly xenophobic society, linguists were hard to come by.

The other infantry people, my lance corporal, were only useful to the Imperium as sources of information. And Imperials showed no mercy when they thought you had information. I shuddered, thinking of all the patients who’d told me their stories without saying a word.

I did not want that to happen to Corporal Flynn but I’d failed to stop worse things.  I hugged my knees and closed my eyes and—

The ship shuddered, structure-deep, as a ship-to-ship bolt struck its hull.

The world was very far away for a while, a pale, tinny replica of something I used to recognize. I didn’t fight it. Occasionally I recognized something—the flash of laser fire, or the clomp of heavy black boots, or an ensign kneeling on the deck and shouting I’m not resisting! but none of it seemed very important.

Gunnery Sergeant Wong was in there somewhere with a big pair of laser cutters. Everything smelled of burning metal, and then she and my lance corporal embraced like old friends.

The edges sharpened. The edges belonged to the sick bay on the Libertad.

“Hey, you.” Dr. Wick smiled down at me. “How do you feel?”

I had to think about it. “Okay, I guess. Are the lance corporal and the others all right?”

“Everyone’s in one piece. Corporal Flynn went to the commissary for snacks a few minutes ago. 

Do you remember what happened?”

No. “Yes.”

“Good. You were pretty out of it when they brought you in, but I couldn’t find anything physically wrong with you. Figured I’d just let you sleep it off.”

“Thanks.” I raised myself up on my elbows, wincing as my bruises made themselves known.  

Dr. Wick put her arm around me and helped me sit up. I had the strangest urge to lean my head against her shoulder. But this was Carolyn Wick, co-author of one of the most referenced books on combat medicine. I shrugged her off and tried to look like I had it together.

“Do you know where you are?” she asked me.

“Sickbay, the Libertad.”

“Good.” She ran me through the basic neuro exam. “Is anything bothering you right now?”

There was the black, disgusting sludge that had lived under my skin since the Alliance had captured the Enforcer, but some things medicine could not fix. 

Still, being back in shackles had reminded me of old ghosts and unfinished business. And that gave me an idea.

“Medic? You with us?”

I pushed myself off the exam table. “Pardon me, Doctor. There’s some business I need to take care of.”

The prisoners from the Imperial runabout were being held in the Libertad’s brig. When Lance Corporal Flynn returned from the commissary, pockets stuffed with biscuits, I asked them to take me there.

“You sure?” they asked.

I put a hand on their shoulder. “I’ll be fine. This time, they’re the ones in cages.”

Seeing my scrubs and medical insignias, the soldier on brig duty let me inside without question. Corporal Flynn posted themself just inside the hatch.

The ensign was in the last cell, lying on the bench with her jacket open. She sat up when she saw me.

“Medic.”

“Ensign.”

“You were right,” she said, gesturing to an empty meal tray on the floor. “Three times a day.”

I wasn’t here to chat about the conditions. I pulled a couple of paper photos out of my shirt pocket and passed them through the slot. They were a few years old, but freshly printed and decent quality.

“What’s this?” the ensign asked.

“I told you what happened to your friend,” I said. “Now you help me find mine. His name is Silas Duncan. He’s a software engineer. The last place I saw him was the prisoner of war camp on satellite moon KL-33.

"We’ve captured a lot of you, and we’re going to capture even more. On the transports, at the camps, in the prisons, you show those pictures to everyone you meet. Someone’s seen him. Someone knows what happened to him. You are going to find my friend.”

“Did you find what you were looking for?” Corporal Flynn asked me as we stepped out of the hatch.

“I hope I will.”

“Hey, Medic, you forgot to sign the visitors’ log on your way in,” the soldier on brig duty said, tapping his tablet.

“Sorry,” I said, taking the pen he offered.

Name, the sign-in sheet demanded.

Mercy, I wrote.

—–

If you’ve read all the way to the end, please either like, reblog, or reply (you can just leave a dot or other mark so I know you were here).

Also, if you’ve been a regular reader, please consider leaving a comment in the replies!  I’m about to start a new job that will leave me with less free time, and I’m debating which direction to take these stories.  I’d like to know: do you have a favorite character or character you’d like to see more of?  What’s your favorite type of whump, either in general or in the stories?  What have your thoughts been on this story, or the series in general?

As always, enjoy your Saturday in sickbay, and make sure to tell all your whumpy friends about it.

[violetszone]

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I can understand wanting to improve, but I don’t understand how you think you’ll be able to improve without feedback or editing? Whether you’re writing for a class or just for fun an editor is meant to help you improve your writing. But I don’t understand how you view an editor/proofreader. It seems like you view it as cheating. Which is not the purpose. An editor would not be changing any idea or base of text. They would just be helping grammatically, or in your case giving suggestions to improve the English. But that’s all it would be is a suggestion. If you don’t like it, you wouldn’t have to change anything. My degree is in a subject that relies heavily on writing as communication, and I can’t think of one class or paper that we didn’t peer review (have a classmate edit) or send over to the writing lab for semi-professional review. Even not I would sent out a company wide email without having someone double check that I haven’t made a spelling error or that what I’m saying wasn’t clunky.

Hello again. I don't have a problem with feedback In fact, on the contrary, it makes me happy. And as I said, I'm very sorry, but the department I'm studying is a very heavy one and my school is 2 hours away from my house, so I don't have any time to edit or even write fics normally. And as for how I view an editor or proofreader, I never think of it as cheating, they are there to help, I just find it weird to send my shitty smut to someone I don't know and ask them to fix it for me, I don't think it's worth anyone's time. I have just started university. This is my first year. As you can understand, this year I am studying a health department entirely in English for the first time in my life.Yes, I will probably need to check and write something during the year and send it and that's definitely important.Thank you again for your suggestion. As I said, if what I write disturbs all my followers and readers so much, I will find a proofreader for you. I apologize again.

(I'm really insecure about my English and writing. Normally, I wasn't even writing until 10 months ago. My section is difficult, the fact that it is in English makes it even more difficult. And this kind of thing that has been coming for the last few months -I don't mean the person who wrote this, don't get me wrong, the person who wrote this, you were very kind, thank you- I was thinking of quitting writing because of the things that attacked under the name of criticizing my writing, of course I didn't do it, but I'm still thinking about it.Because what I don't understand is that I haven't seen any other non-English-language writers who write F1 fic or anything else like me being criticized or attacked as much as I am. Your criticisms are very nice, you make me very happy when you are so kind, I love you, thank you and I'm sorry for my mistakes, good evening.)

[gameguides]

Victoria 3 How to Create Country

Welcome to our Victoria 3 How to Create a Country guide. This guide will explain how to mod in, or make, a new country. It will tell you how to make a country at the start of the game, and cover formables, too. We know that there are people who have a hard time finishing the Victoria 3 game. If you are one of those who find it difficult to finish the game, let's take you to our Victoria 3 guide. #Victoria3

Victoria 3 How to Create Country

This guide will cover how to create / make / mod a new country into the game so that it exists at the start of the game in 1836. Important starting notes: - It's recommended to do text editing with a better editor than plain Notepad. My recommendations are Notepad++ (which is what this guide will use), VisualStudioCode and Sublime. - All .txt files in the game must have the encoding UTF8-BOM. They may not work properly if they don't have that. If you don't know how to set the encoding, just copy an existing file and change its contents. - Everything after a # in a text file is "commented out", meaning the game ignores what's written after the #. - If you get some errors or something went wrong, it's more likely that you made a mistake or didn't follow this guide exactly. Almost nothing here is useless, so pay close attention! Defining the country By "defining" we mean two things: - A human meaning of "deciding where the country will be and what it will look like - A code meaning of telling the game information about our country so that it knows what the country is So first of all, think about what country you want, and especially where it will be located. My country will be called Cyrenacia and will be located here in Tripolitania's land.

I think that I want to have it own the whole of the Libyan Desert state.

Now that I've decided those things and thought about some others, I need to decide on a tag (a three-character short code name for the country). I think CYR makes sense as a tag. Let's make sure that CYR isn't already used in the base game by using Notepad++'s Find in Files function to see whether CYR shows up in the base game country definition files anywhere.

And it doesn't, great! Now I'll go to my mod's country definition folder.

And I'll add a definition for it.

As you may be able to see, there are some important parts to a country definition. It starts with the tag, then you add a colour (this can be in either HSV360 format or RGB). Use some online RGB color picking tool, or image editing software to find the colour you want. After that you decide what type of country it will be: - recognized - Mostly used for "western" countries - unrecognized - Used for "non-western" countries, akin to Vic2's "uncivilized" - decentralized - For countries without a central system of government, usually used for indigenous people - colonial - For countries that are colonies of recognized countries Then state its tier, which is essentially the size of the country: - city_state - principality - grand_principality - kingdom - empire - hegemony - At release in the basegame, only the country of India is a hegemony. Think of it as a megaempire After that you'll put the cultures in. The in-game spellings are usually the same as the code spellings, but not always. You can always double check in the base game's common/cultures folder. And finally say what state the capital is in. As above, this is normally the same as what's written in game, except that spaces are always underscores, which is why my state capital is STATE_LIBYAN_DESERT instead of Libyan Desert. So your state will always be something like STATE_(NAME). If you're not sure, check in map_data/state_regions or common/history/states. Make sure you've got a closing bracket, too. Most fancier word processors like Notepad++, VisualStudioCode and Sublime have some way of doing this. Proper bracketing is very important! Making the country show up (ft. the history folder) Now that the country is defined, let's make it show up in the game. Right now, the game only knows that CYR is a possible country, but it hasn't been told that it should exist. To do this, we need the history folder, and specifically these three folders.

Let's start at the bottom with states. The file(s) in this folder tell the game who owns what states (or what provinces in the state) at the start of the game, as well as information about what cultures consider the state to be their homeland. Let's navigate to STATE_LIBYAN_DESERT:

As we can see from the highlighted section, TRI (Tripolitania) currently controls the state. Let's just change that:

If you launch the game now, you will see that CYR controls the state, but it's missing information about population and buildings, so it's kind of useless. So head over to the pops folder, and once again find STATE_LIBYAN_DESERT, and there, too, change TRI to CYR:

And do the same in the buildings folder:

Here we can see that there are no buildings in the state. That makes sense, considering it's mostly desert and has a very small population. And with that, the history folder entries are done for now. Finishing Touches - Victoria 3 How to Create Country Our country is now playable, but if we launch the game it'll be called CYR instead of a proper country name! That's where localization comes in. Localization is the way that you translate code into human languages like English. Let's navigate to our mod's localization folder.

You may see that I have a custom file name. The game supports that kind of thing, but some things are quite important. The file must: - be .yml format - have _l_english at the end of the file name (if your localization is English) - start with l_english: in the contents of the file I suggest just copying localization file from another mod or the base game and emptying it (except for the l_english: part). The localization is pretty simple, as shown here:

TAG: "country name" TAG_ADJ: "country adjective"Just replace TAG with your own TAG, i.e. CYR in my case. Again, you can boot the game now and the country will be visible, but I'll recommend two more things. 1) Your country needs a country history to customize what it's like at the start of the game. This will tell the game what kind of technology it has, as well as laws and other information. I recommend just going and copying a similar country's history. That's what I've done for my country history.

2) Quite optional: Population information. The population folder in the history folder gives information about the people who live in the country, specifically their wealth and their literacy. You can create a new file for your country and the two following things can be added: Wealth: (defined in common/scripted_effects/00_starting_pop_wealth.txt) - effect_starting_pop_wealth_low - effect_starting_pop_wealth_medium - effect_starting_pop_wealth_high - effect_starting_pop_wealth_very_high Literacy (defined in common/scripted_effects/00_starting_pop_literacy.txt) - effect_starting_pop_literacy_baseline - effect_starting_pop_literacy_very_low - effect_starting_pop_literacy_low - effect_starting_pop_literacy_middling - effect_starting_pop_literacy_high - effect_starting_pop_literacy_very_high I've decided to go with the following:

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[junekramin]

Their, there, they’re…it’ll be okay.

I started a new book the other day. (No shocker it was a John Sandford.) I loved his prologue – it inspired this post. Among other things, he mentioned how he has been using guns since he was 14 and knows his stuff. Yet in one novel, since during the course of the novel one police department went from a certain gun to another and he wanted to CORRECT facts, he made a change and got called out at mention of a safety on a Glock. He KNOWS his guns, it was a detail of a “find and replace” mishap. He mentioned one other such error and the onslaught of e-mails that ensued. I’m just getting into this novel, but there’s going to be ocean diving involved. “Lots and lots of numbers.” Depths to prevents the bends, proper resurfacing speeds, etc. He’s done the research, spent a lot of time with the professionals, done a lot of diving himself and so on, but an error could sneak in. His response on a reader potentially correcting him: “Write it down, and chew it up well before you swallow. I don’t want to see it.” LOL

As an author, I both love AND hate this. We’re held to some standard – mostly by ourselves – to get ALL THE THINGS right. Unfortunately, we are human and NOT infallible. Our fingers miss things as we rush words to the page, our brains miss what we know is coming as we reread it 50 times, our betas are so engrossed they miss it, our editors, our typo killers…yet readers can catch it. Some forgiving, some not. This is mostly for typos, but the average editor reading a detailed scene in swordplay isn’t going to know the correct positions and terms. (I’m mentioning this because of a book I read once. It was obvious she competed in the sport and knew her stuff and it was impressive, but the droning on was boring to me and didn’t help the story any IMHO. )

I sat through a wonderful Brian Freeman event once, where he talked about e-mails readers sent to him. The mere mention of a bird in Superior in the 80s in one novel led to a lengthy e-mail from a fan about how he was wrong, how they didn’t migrate until XX year, ten other facts, and how he must have been thinking of a different bird. *sigh*

I’m sure if I check, I hold some kind of record for the most updates for books at my online libraries. I’m always mortified to find typos that were missed after a minimum of 8 sets of eyeballs before any book was published, even after all this time and re-releases. *sigh* There is a dear woman sending me corrections as you read this. (Thanks, Cindy!) Simple things…”than” not “that” and such, but a mistake still the same. I want them and will fix ALL THE COPIES immediately. I have burned more books than you know.

This happens to everyone. EVERY NYT BESTSELLING AUTHOR and in their BIG 5 PUBLISHING HOUSE $29 NOVELS, but it kills me a little every time to find one. “How was this missed? Gah!”

One I will talk about every time is when I found “role of duct tape” in a NYT Bestseller. “How did that get missed by a Putnam editor?” Does it make me feel better? No.

I had ARC copies out and a reviewer left a comment once it was live: “someone should tell the author the difference between reign and rein when it comes to horses.” I HAD horses. My editor HAD horses. We KNOW the difference. It was CORRECT twice and WRONG twice. $#it happens. I was grateful it was pointed out and fixed them, but would have loved it if she wrote me, not left it in the review once it was published, but fair is fair, I suppose. It was there in the novel, FOR A DAY, but the review is there is all its gloriousness for all eternity – “The author is an idiot.” *sigh*

With all my re-covering and re-editing, I caught something in one before the darn thing even started! Epilog. “Um…where is the h-e-double-hockey-sticks is the u and e?” I know how to spell it, yet missed it. My editors and betas missed it. While I cried a little inside, I went to do shot glasses for a signing event. I’m not attending this year, but I still do them for the organizer. (Wild Deadwood Reads. Great event!) Here’s my machine:

His name is Carver (because I have to name everything) but do you see the brand? EPILOG!!! Not that it may or may not have anything to do with it…but it wasn’t a misspelling. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

So…maybe I rant about typos too much. But do know, if you are a perfectionist and find one, I’m happy to hear about it. I’m not one to carry on and think you need to prove you are smarter. You have excellent eyeballs or had the appropriate amount of coffee that day and I appreciate you!

No freebie posts today, although Dustin Time, I Got Your Back, Hailey, and the 1st in my middle grade series (Through the Mirror and Into Snow) are still free if you haven’t dug in yet.

I’m also seeking a new author. If you have a favorite whose books you may think are “in my wheelhouse” (not category romance and not erotica) feel free to drop me a line. I like the unknowns. (I’ve never read the “BIG” names everyone can rattle off. I like the little guy/girl.)

Thanks in advance!

Happy Reading!

~Bug

Oh! And my “hooker” moment for this post: An Elsa dress lap blanket.

We drove to PA for my aunt’s 90th birthday party and I needed something to do. Once again my PA’s granddaughter scored. LOL It worked up way too fast! It was done by the time we got there. I’ll need to bring more things next time!

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

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