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Any character portrayed by Natasha Lyonne, experiencing horrors beyond human comprehension: “Oh, hello, very good, okay then, understandable. Horrors, horrors, horrors, et cetera, I’ll be getting the fuck out of here now, thank you for your time.”
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scara-hater · 1 year
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Her dearest, kunikuzushi. - Ei + kuni
familial/platonic
cool kids don’t proofread. Ei being stupid and not expressing her emotions. I can’t write. I’m making stuff up cuz you can’t stop me.
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“umm, mama.
Do you ever think of what butterflies eat.”
The newly made Kunikuzushi asks, so filled with wonder. This scene of him sitting in a tub with his creator behind him, was often found in their routine. Ei scrubbing his scalp while he babbled on about what he saw that day, or asking simple questions. Though his words were different this time.
Halting her movements with fingers still in his hair, “Mama?” Ei repeats.
Lifting her hands off the boy’s head, and putting a gentle hold on both sides of his face, she tilts him upward for their gaze to meet. his curious violet stare locked to those above him. His features are soft, and his eyes close with an even softer smile, welcoming the touch of his creator. The vulnerability he displays as he lay in her grasp, light a fire to her for him. Some have called her violent and ruthless, a force that is feared by many. Yet he sits between her hands and embraces that contact.
“Well.. this book I saw said a women became a mama after she had a baby.” Opening his eyes to see her curious face, his smile only grows. “it also said mama’s create babies in there bellies” “and you made me. So that makes you my mama, right?’’ He says, eyes crinkled and teeth bright.
The god can only sigh in response. Choosing to say nothing right away she moves his head to it’s original place, and continues to work the soap into his hair.
“I suppose. but I did not birth you Kunikuzushi, you are a doll, not a human.” The statement is blunt but her tone is not harmful. Concluding his hair suitable, she wipes the excess soap away.
Grabbing a bowl and filling it to rinse his hair, she sees his face is content. Knees up and hands in the water, waving his arms to watch as ripples collide. “Stay still, or I may spill water in your eyes.” he let’s out a comfortable “okay.” Now stretching out his legs to swish his feet around.
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Once done his bath, little Kuni was placed on a stool for Ei to dry his body, later retrieving clean garments she set aside for when it’s time to sleep. Pulling the clothes over his head, and everything in-between she finally lay him in his futon.
“Is it okay if you sit with me until I have fallen asleep?”
She looks down to his sleepy doe eyes contemplating, but then decides it’s okay to be present. Walking to his side, sitting with eyes focused along the walls, “I shall. though not for long, a few minutes is all I can spare.”
“Thank you.” He whispers, slow blinks turn into drooping eyes, and soon light breathes emit from his chest. Only then does she turn her head to look at the boy below her. This sight is one she wishes could last forever.
But she knows she cannot do that. The last thing she wants for him, is her controlling his every move, he deserves to live an experienced life. She know’s it’s nearly time. Steady fingers play with loose strands of the sleeping boy’s hair. The room silent as she slowly comes to terms that she’ll soon have to say goodbye.
“My dear, for as long as you live you must hold your kindness, because this world will do anything to watch it burn.”
The strings that bind the two will one day be cut, her Kunikuzushi will be free.
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beauregardlionett · 2 years
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the eclipse episode 5
note board below for my ramblings on this episode. this one is much more scatterbrained than the last one.
episodes 1-4
Character Notes
Akk
What we know so far - Akk being from a small town has achieved plot relevance as well as his adherence to the rules and desire to become a prefect - he tells Ayan that he’s at Suppalo on a scholarship and implies that he can’t afford to attend without it, and the same likely holds true for college; Mes was the student prefect that Akk looked up to when he was younger, and I hope we get more details about Mes because he very clearly idolized Mes (side note but this is bothering me: Mes’ face looks SO familiar but I cannot fucking place why) - a parental figure has entered the ring! Akk’s father spoke with him on the phone about needing to come say goodbye to his aunt before she left - all the insight we have for now but good to know he has parents - Akk is NOT the one who took Ayan’s journal from his locker - Akk is notably NOT annoyed at all by Ayan’s texts about being paired together for judo. in fact he actually smiles and laughs to himself a little, looking almost fond (and the shot was kind of wide so it was hard for me to tell, but right before the scene cut away, Akk almost looks a little surprised at himself for that reaction) - he went to find Teacher Chadok after the fight with Ayan, but it’s not clear what exactly he was going to talk to him about - Akk sought out Ayan after Ayan missed class, but didn’t talk to him after he saw Thua approach Ayan...what were you going to SAY MY GUY??
What we should keep in mind - Akk returns to the queer cafe and he still seems totally fine in that atmosphere so my money is on Akk knows he’s queer he’s just having a crisis that he’s being queer about Ayan as a person rather than Ayan being the same gender as him - springing from the pattern of Akk constantly threatening violence to Ayan if Ayan continued to step out of line finally culminated in Akk actually punching Ayan; he then later mentions he got into fights when he first arrived at Suppalo because he was bullied - i’m curious if Akk grew up rough and tumble or if he just snapped from the environment change and pressure - he seems to feel the need to hide how his feelings toward Ayan are changing from Kan and Wat, likely thinking that they wouldn’t understand and he’s too confused himself still to explain - i believe Akk is changing before he’s even aware of it, something honest breaking free without his permission; he’s the one to approach Ayan and offer up an olive branch, something Akk wouldn’t have done three episodes ago; he even acknowledges that he was after Ayan’s notebook when before he would deny it - Akk’s obsession with the rules and love for Suppalo has been revealed to have stemmed from the interactions he had and people he met during his first year there; Mes and Dika and maybe even Chadok showed him the path to a future Akk probably felt he previously didn’t have access to, but the exact details are still yet to be revealed, especially why Suppalo was the school Akk chose in the first place
Ayan What we know so far - Ayan’s journal has been snatched by an unknown figure (potentially the same one who has yet to be identified from earlier episodes) and while upset about the journal being taken seems relatively unconcerned about the contents of said journal being spread around - Ayan has moved on from giving Akk an out and now texts him to claim Akk as his partner for judo practice in advance - previously stated that Ayan seems well-educated; he was reading G. Orwell’s 1984 in his free-time because we know damn well that’s not on Suppalo’s required reading list - Ayan may have deleted the cheek kiss photo after sending it to Akk, but he still has sleepy Akk photos on that phone of his - Ayan absolutely is feeling some type of way about Akk at this point
What we should keep in mind - it seems like there is still a distance between Ayan and the World Remembers group in terms of protest planning, but I’m curious what Ayan was doing at the school when he found Akk at the end of the episode - I should have mentioned this previously but it seems that Ayan is extremely aware of when Akk is following him and I’m not sure if it’s just because Akk is bad at it or if Ayan is that paranoid, but I find it interesting that Ayan seems to always have his guard up even outside of the school - Ayan sending the photo to Akk felt like a test, especially when he gave Akk the out to save face about likely not deleting the photo by telling Akk to do it not in front of Ayan...I’m wondering if he’s clocked the cracks in the foundation of Akk’s beliefs in Suppalo (or maybe he’s just gay lol) - when Akk asked Ayan about what he meant regarding the curse, Ayan didn’t answer and instead asked “does the student prefect title mean that much to you?” and i know it was Ayan’s way of diverting the conversation but to me it also read as a protective mechanism, as if trying to keep Akk clear of whatever fall out Ayan knows is coming
Dika What we know so far - Dika met Akk after Akk got in a fight and was able to help Akk figure out how to move forward and was “just so understanding” which is a sentiment that Ayan agrees with; the idea that Akk’s personal sense of betrayal in calling Dika a “traitor” comes from a sense of abandonment seems much more plausible now - during the snippet of flashback, the interaction between Dika and Chadok seemed...fine. Chadok seemed calmer and less severe than he does in the present, even looking like he could crack a smile or something crazy like that
What we should keep in mind - something happened between Dika and Chadok - my bet is some dirty truth was uncovered in relation to the rules; Mr. Sit mentioned something of the like during his conversation with Ayan, but no one seems to know exactly what went down
Thua What we know so far - definitely does not have a good relationship with his step-father who is abrasive and verbally abusive (what we’ve seen on screen); Thua’s mother does seem to be trying to step in where she can - Thua abruptly left the car after his step-dad snapped at him and didn’t stop even when his mother called after him; someone is nearing a breaking point - despite not being the direct target of harassment about his sexuality, witnessing that bigotry immediately after being yelled at by his step-dad clearly affected Thua as well
What we should keep in mind - previously stated that he didn’t want to see Kan get hurt again - but it looks like he will have to, considering the ep6 preview - Thua seems to understand Ayan with more ease than his other classmates, especially for someone who has not had all that much on screen interaction with Ayan thus far, which makes me continue to think that they knew each other before Ayan started going to Suppalo - “it would be nice to disappear” i want to know how long Thua’s been thinking like this and the context in which he means disappear
Kan What we know so far - Kan has made progress! he did not immediately release Thua’s hand when other students saw them holding hands - an action that Kan initiated as well! in fact, it was Thua who let go of Kan’s hand, likely thinking that Kan would be uncomfortable - only for Kan to look frustrated and disappointed after Thua walked away (i’m curious what the catalyst for this change was) - Kan’s strong belief in the curse continues to be his go-to explanation for when things start going wrong around the school
What we should keep in mind - he is the only person we are shown on screen having seen/read Thua’s post, a scene which is immediately followed by “Bruce Wayne” contacting Thua; strong suspicion here that Kan is Bruce Wayne; if he is “Bruce” my guess is it’s an attempt at getting Thua to open up under the guise of anonymity - continuation note from previous one but considering we had a scene where the World Remembers trio was being very publicly harassed for being queer, Thua being glared at for holding hands with Kan, and the mounting tension of the curse, I would not be surprised if the reason Kan looks roughed up in the preview is because someone says the wrong thing to either him or Thua and Kan snaps
Wat What we know so far - actively sought out Teacher Sani to tell her that she was right to guess he wasn’t enjoying class - that he actually liked film; and she showed him that she was listening and talked to him briefly about his interests, thereby giving Wat a supportive adult in his corner - Wat’s mediator personality shines again in the phone scene where he waits to see how Akk will react first, and then explains his thoughts to Akk and Kan, acting as a balm to Akk’s more direct explanation; then again after Akk and Ayan’s fight when he talks Kan down from pushing Akk for answers
What we should keep in mind - Wat told Teacher Sani that he had spoken to his family about his film interest and was told it wasn’t a stable career; however when he was talking to Kan and Akk about a communication arts degree, he implied that they would never entertain the idea and made it sound like he had never brought it up and was assuming based off what he knows; i’m curious if anyone in his family has actually told him not to pursue film - Teacher Sani told him “you don’t always need to do what others expect of you” and i’m excited to see how that’s going to affect his growth going forward
The Curse
- we don’t get much new information on the curse in this episode, but in his emotionally driven rage, Ayan asked if the students wanted to know the truth about Suppalo’s curse - something that Akk tried to follow up on later, but Ayan didn’t give him a clear answer; the implication that Ayan already knows what’s going on and is only here to prove and expose it was not something I was expecting, but is definitely intriguing given his connection to Dika - Kan brings up the curse in the meeting with Teacher Sani about the World Remembers group, stating that there is almost a formula/legend for how the curse manifests which is...a highly concerning detail especially considering one involves literal burning (how has this been left unchecked what the fuck)
Things to Follow Up On
- the unknown figure from ep1 and ep2 (now appearing as the journal thief in ep5) is still unidentified; i think there was an attempt at misdirection by utilizing the framing they did with Akk at the end of the episode, but Akk does not have the journal and in the shots from ep2 the figure does not appear to be wearing a prefect armband - Namo was the one pretending to be a prefect in ep1 and then was the one to tell Thua that Kan got into a fight in ep2; also worth noting his actor is in the opening credits so best to keep an eye on him - the jacket sniff: Ayan gave Akk his hoodie which of course made me absolutely insane <3 - ep2 4/4 timestamp 2:15 - unfortunately no follow up - still no follow-up on the whispered conversation between Ayan and Thua, but I hold out hope - the individual who posted the protest video still has yet to be identified - Teacher Sani being willing to pay attention to the students and listen to them: further fulfilled by her interaction with Wat this episode, but I want to keep an eye on her progression throughout the show because Chadok was notably absent from this episode giving her that leeway to be a little softer; also there was a shot of her walking around the school at night at the end of the episode? - the first crack in the foundation of Akk’s belief: the cracks are spreading as evidenced by his leniency with the phone situation - Ayan’s emotional vulnerability in front of Akk: we didn’t see much of this in the same context as the last couple episode, but we did see Ayan thank Akk for stepping in and diverting the teachers from continuing to harass Ayan in class, as well as Ayan acknowledging that he reacted on emotion instead of logic when his journal went missing (though it appears from the preview for ep6 we’ll be getting some VERY emotionally vulnerable scenes between Akk and Ayan) - none of the students at Suppalo knowing Dika’s dead: AKK THE ANSWER IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!! g o s h when Ayan changed the subject and immediately walked away, unable to tell Akk the truth about Dika? I was screaming <3 - Mr. Sit (the janitor) is now on my suspect list...previously he was in the spotlight for the van incident in ep1, then he gave Ayan the information about the rumor concerning Dika, and has interrupted charged moments between Ayan and Akk at least three times now, the last of which he seemed to have purposefully done so and did not look thrilled before he walked away...the vibes are off - Akk: no way. i don’t want to be like you. Ayan: how do you know? you haven’t even tried. Me: alright okay okay okay alright why am i emotional i’ve got my eye on you - Akk: why does it have to be you Me: elaborate - this whole time I’ve been curious about the World Remembers group and why they’re still at Suppalo if they’re clearly suffering so much; this episode gives the insight that they’ve tried to speak out about it to the teachers and to their families and friends and have been ignored/abandoned in every direction; if anything happens to these kids I’m rioting <3 “i truly believe tomorrow will be better than this”
Recurring Themes
- this isn’t exactly recurring but goes sort of hand in hand with the theme of Akk pulling Ayan closer (aggressively) but during the cafe conversation this episode, I absolutely LOVED the detail of body language between Akk and Ayan where they seemed to push and pull toward one another based on who had the upper hand in the conversation. when Akk felt smug and “on top” he would lean against the table and exude this aura of knowing he was winning, until Ayan also leaned on the table and brandish the familiar barb of being incredibly comfortable with utilizing/weaponizing his sexuality for his social benefit, making Akk lean away until he could find his footing again. and there’s the detail that when they were on common ground, like when Ayan said “thank you” to Akk, they were both leaning back, creating a neutral space (perhaps I’m over explaining this but I noticed it on my first watch and thought it was cool) - every shot of Suppalo continues to have the building dominating the screen (maybe it’s just me, but the shots of the building this episode did seem like the angle was adjusted somewhat, perhaps implying something) - no martial arts flip but Akk was the one who threw the first punch in their fight and I’m still just waiting for the narrative-relevant scene of Ayan flipping Akk - not much in the way of sun and moon imagery but don’t think i missed the way Ayan’s face was reflecting the moonlight in that last shot <3
Favorite Shot From The Episode
emotionally charged interactions in tight spaces with your enemy who is slowly becoming something more are actually something that can be so personal
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honorable mention (of course)
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Rant incoming- me being upset with myself and my poor self-care. May delete this later, idk. Seriously, long and ramble-y. 
Can I just say how pissed off and annoyed I am that I once again fucked up my body? Seriously, again. It’s so dumb, especially since it’s not really in the “this is immediately concerning, get to a doctor” way, and it’s not a self-harm way, and it’s definitely not a “this was intentional” way.
I just didn’t eat enough. Or sleep enough. Or the right amounts. Or at the right time. And not because I set out to do that, but simply because I got so caught up in other things and I just didn’t care enough to pay attention beyond a “Huh. I’m fucked up,” several days too late.
Again, it’s so dumb. See, somehow I’ve gotten to the point where I’m headachy all too often, I get cold and sleepy after eating anything at all, I don’t feel hungry most of the time, and I’m sleeping but it’s from 8 or 9 am to 5 pm. I stay up too late so I go to sleep at a weird hour and my schedule is forgiving enough to just let me. I eat at a weird hour because it’s been nearly 18 since I ate last and that was a piece of brioche bread and some water and now I’m starving. Or it’s dinnertime, but I’m not feeling hungry and I want to finish this piece of homework so I just choose not to eat and then I look up and it’s 3 am.
And now all the effects of that are slamming me all at once at a time when I need to be on normal human-person time, and it’s incredibly frustrating because there’s no way to speed run recovering from this without a very unhealthy hard reset. I know this, because this has happened before. A lot.
This exact damn pattern happens over and over again and it’s never intentional- it’s just that I don’t care enough about myself and what my body and common sense tell me. I know exactly what I need to do to live a normal, healthy life with good habits and yet I consistently don’t because changing myself takes effort. Or even when it doesn’t take effort, even when I have done a hard reset- haven’t slept in so long that I crash at 10 pm and sleep until 9 am, skipped dinner because I was sleepy and now I want breakfast... Even then it’s all too easy to fall back into poor habits because I like being nocturnal. I like playing games for hours on end, because the enjoyment I get from that outweighs how nice it feels to eat.
That’s not to say I’m not careful of course. I’ve never fainted, or fallen asleep somewhere dangerous. The meals I do eat are carefully proportioned and balanced to include all the food groups and nutrients I need. I’m not malnourished, I’m simply not eating enough. I am fully functional as a person, but I’m often operating at half-capacity for so long that I mistake it for full capacity. In all honesty, I have no idea what I can do when well-rested, well-fed, and with a healthy schedule that lasts longer than two weeks because I haven’t been that way in ages. 
Do you know? I’ve accidentally skipped meals to the point where I’ve made myself nauseous. I know how to coax food into a starving body and what’s safe to eat when you don’t feel up to eating because I have been there. I have felt cold and shivery all too often because I’m low on calories, and right now, as soon as I eat after a solid 20 hours with nothing but water, instant noodles, and fruit in the middle, I feel a burst of aching cold and exhaustion. 
It’s so dumb. I know why it’s happening. I know exactly what got me to this point. And yet it feels so stupid because I ought to be better than this, my body should know better than to throw a fit, because it’s been here before and every time I’ve bounced back. I dunno, just. I feel bad. I feel bad right now and it sucks and I hate it and I’m frustrated.
Because guess what? I know this is going to happen it the future. I know I’m going to be right back here because “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” is something very real in an awful way. And every time this happens, I get a little more used to feeling this way and thus the alarm signals start blaring a little later than they did before- or I don’t “feel bad enough” to stop and actually start self-caring it up. Because if I felt so awful last time and made it through unscathed, then surely I don’t need to stop and hard reset just yet, right?
Just. Uggghhhhh. And once again, I know how bad all of this is. I am well aware that this will have long term, invisible consequences in the future. I’m not stupid, I know what I’m getting into. I just can’t convince myself to care. As BBC Sherlock often called it, “it’s just transport.” The body is a thing that gets you from one place to another and suitable determination and an ability to ignore what it tells you allows you to push it a lot farther than one might think.
Again- none of this is intentional self harm. I’m not happy that I live like this. I’m not happy that I can’t bring myself to care- to put the effort in. I’ve done therapy for this stuff and the general response was “Either fix the problem or live with it. So long as the system you have works for you, and you don’t feel inclined to put in the effort to change it, the best thing you can do for your mental health is to stop beating yourself up over it.”
And yes, that’s wise. That’s more or less where I’ve settled right now. But I’m also acutely aware that there will be a point in time where I push myself too hard, too far, and things just collapse in on themselves. It’s simply not sustainable and there’s a ton of problems that come with how I live. And yet at the same time, I’m generally functional as a person and I’ve yet to damage myself on the short term enough to need immediate intervention.
In short... situation’s fucked, y’all.
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sukirichi · 3 years
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“your hair is really soft” – jjk ver!
ft. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, & inumaki toge
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ITADORI YUUJI – you’re in the room with Yuuji, who is busy watching the movies gojo-sensei had given him. He holds the cursed corpse in his other side, careful not to let him hit you, while your head lies on his shoulder, eyes drooping close from your long day. Yuuji turns the volume down and brings you closer to him until you’re practically sitting on his lap, his lips making brief contact at the crown of your head while he mumbles sweet nothings, too engrossed in the movie.
You smile at his sweet gesture, gently fisting the front of his jacket while you return the affection, kissing the edges of his jaw softly to not distract him too much. Yuuji’s lips tilt at the soft press of your lips on his warm skin. Soon, your hands rake up to his hair where your nails rake his scalp. Immediately, Yuuji deflates like a balloon as he purrs at the movement, making you chuckle in your sleepy daze.
“Your hair is really soft,” you note, and his eyes practically sparkle. Yuuji was a huge fan of hair gels and hair products, that his desk was filled with different brands all so he could keep his hair perfectly styled – in that somewhat natural, messy appeal. You love it on him and he melts at the fact you’ve noticed his efforts into taking care of himself. Most of all, the feeling of the smooth tendrils running past your fingertips like caressing a field of flowers lulls both you and him to a serene state.
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GOJO SATORU – Like Yuuji, Gojo takes his time in styling his hair. You brush your teeth beside Gojo, who scowls as he struggles to keep his hair up the way he likes before he puts on his blindfold. The lanky man groans and adds more product, flattening the strands of his hair between his palms before swooping it up. When it falls down, Gojo whines, leaning forward on the sink counter.
You chuckle to yourself; he could be so dramatic sometimes. Bumping your hip with his, you gesture at him to move, and the big baby pouts before placing his chin on your shoulder as he watches you gargle. “Babe,” he sniffles, arms wrapping around your middle before his nose nuzzles into your skin. You giggle and push him away; the little bastard knew you were ticklish there. “My hair won’t stick up the way I want it to. Now I don’t look so cool anymore. What would my students say? That Gojo-Sensei stopped being attractive?”
That earns him an eye roll and a playful smack to his shoulder. “Ow!” Gojo rubs his shoulder with another pout, although both of you know nothing ever really hurts the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. “You’re mean.”
“And you’re just fishing for compliments.”
When Gojo hides his smirk behind his palm, you know you’ve hit the nail right on the head. Gojo was probably the most self-assured and overconfident man you’ve ever met – the day he thought lowly of himself and worried about anything concerning him that would ruin his “image” would be the day pigs could fly. Nevertheless, you give in with a sigh, extending your palm towards him.
“Give me the gel. I’ll fix your hair for you.”
“You’re a lifesaver, babe!” Obediently, Gojo crouches down so you could reach his hair, but not before muttering “shorty” under his breath. You tug at his hair harshly than you intended as payback, and Gojo only lets out a loud, fake moan before doubling over.
Your laughter and his bubble and echo through the cramped room, but both of you don’t mind. It’s moments like these you cherish with your whole heart even though it’s not extremely sweet or anything over the top. Dating a jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest one at that, wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns. You worry for him all the time and stay up awake all night, only ever finding peace in your sleep when he comes home safely – which he always does.
Still, you don’t stop worrying for him. It’s only natural, after all, and the way Gojo’s eyes soften as you slightly massage his scalp and style his hair for him lets you know he loves small moments like this too when both of you are completely alone in your own worlds, just enjoying each other’s presence and not having to think about anything else.
“Your hair is really soft,” you muse, unaware of the way Gojo’s closed his eyes as he lets your hand do the magic. When the familiar scent of vanilla and flowers wafts into your senses, you lean down closer to him to sniff his hair, stopping in your movements. “That’s odd. You smell like shampoo, but I haven’t bought that scent in a week.”
“Well, I may or not be the one who emptied it the last time,” he sheepishly chuckles.
“Gojo! That shampoo was really expensive!”
“Yeah, but I wanted to smell like you,” he coos, gently peeling your arms off him so he could hug you. Because of the height difference, you face plant into his bare chest where his skin is still warm from the shower. You keep feigning your irritation, but really, you squish your cheek above his heart, and Gojo’s chest rumbles as he laughs – he knows you can’t resist him. “Sorry about it babe, let’s go grocery shopping tonight when I come home, yeah?”
“You better buy your own shampoo,” you grumble, but Gojo only laughs.
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  FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – Megumi is hunched over his desk, eyebrows pinched together while his hands move at an extreme speed. He’s studying while you scroll through memes on your phone, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend. Megumi is studious as ever, and it’s not that you aren’t, but you’re definitely a lot more relaxed than he is. 
You often tease him that you’ve got amazing memory by tapping your forehead whenever he tells you to study with him, which only makes him huff, but in reality, you refuse to study with him because he’s so distracting.
The way he bites his lip when he’s concentrated on something has your stomach erupting with butterflies, and it doesn’t help when his dark blue eyes pierce through the pages like the poor textbook committed a crime he couldn’t forgive.
All in all, Megumi’s beauty tripled tenfold when he was dedicated to something, and it was this fact that had you keeping your distance from him while he studies, because the last thing he needs is to have you jump him when he’s got an exam to prepare for. Unbeknownst to him, you’re angling your phone upwards until his beautiful side profile comes to view – and it’s so unfair his lashes are longer and thicker than yours – and you take a silent snap.
You take a few more pictures with a silent giggle, making sure to set it as your lock screen later. Nothing better than waking up to Megumi’s face every time your alarm went off, but your daydreaming is halted when Megumi drops his pen with a loud sigh.
“I know you’re taking pictures of me,” he side-eyes you with a glare. You squeak before hiding your phone behind you, knowing that it’s not out of the picture for Megumi to steal them and delete his precious photos. It didn’t help he knows your password either (duh, it’s his birthdate) so you take the extra mile by offering him a sickeningly sweet smile, an apology ready to leave your lips when – “If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so. I don’t mind taking a break or something.”
Although he sounds annoyed, the way he avoids your gaze to hide his reddened cheeks and ears say otherwise. Megumi’s back faces you as you wait patiently on his bed. You don’t want to bother him – you really don’t – so you stay put, and Megumi sighs for the hundredth time that night before spinning on his chair, arms stretched out wide open. “Come. Want hugs.”
He keeps his gaze on his lap to swallow the embarrassment of using baby-like words, which was a huge contrast from his quiet and cold persona. You don’t mind though. Deep down, Megumi is like everyone else who wants constant affection, so you leap out of his bed and jump into his arms. Megumi relaxes with your weight on top of him before he squishes his cheeks against your boobs – one of his quirks that you found endearing – a sign that he just wanted to relax for a little while.
Megumi isn’t really that huge on touch, so moments like this where he allows himself to be physically intimate with you has you floating on cloud nine. You hear him sigh between you, and you hide your grin by pushing his hair back to reveal those pretty eyes of his, beckoning him to look you in the eye.
As expected, his cheeks flush a beet red at the intensity of your gaze, but what really catches your attention is how his eyes just brighten even though they’re lined with dark circles. 
This precious boy means everything to you, and you cup his face until your noses are rubbing. “Love you, Gumi,” you whisper, the boy’s breath hitching when your eyelashes flutter against his skin. Megumi tsks, a faux scowl on his face because both of you are painfully aware that he just melts around you.
“Stop teasing me. You know I don’t like that.”
“I’m not teasing you,” you lie, brushing his hair back in a soothing manner to help him relieve the headache he gets when he studies too much. “You know, your hair is really soft. Can I keep doing this?”
Megumi hates it when people touch his hair, so you expect him to say no – and you’ll gladly respect it – but instead, he pushes you closer and murmurs, “Don’t stop doing that.”
You smile so wide you fear your face would break.
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  NANAMI KENTO – You’ve always been fascinated with your co-worker. You don’t know what it is about the sharp-faced and stoic Nanami Kento that somehow makes him stand out from the rest. It’s not like he was smarter or better than anyone, although you do admit Nanami overworks most of the time.
It’s kind of pathetic you’ve been crushing on him ever since your first day of work. Maybe it’s because he worked with virtue and wishes to actually be honest instead of just sucking the money out of others. Maybe it’s because seeing him visit a bakery every after work makes him seem softer and a lot more human than his seemingly unapproachable nature. Whatever it was, you can’t explain why you’re so enamoured with the blond, or why you have the audacity to suddenly card your fingers through his hair at his desk that time.
You were told by your boss to give him this folder – quick, easy, and simple. But Nanami has this effect on you that he makes your brain go brr every time you go closer to him. You blame it on the fact both of you are alone at the office right now for OT, but when Nanami freezes under your touch, you realize the grave consequences of your actions.
As if you’ve touched something boiling hot – and he kind of is – you retract your arm and bow so deep you feel a vertebrae popping air. “I’m so sorry!” you begin to blabber, bowing repeatedly to the point your hair has become a mess. You can’t even look him in the eye – what were you thinking?! “I didn’t mean to, it’s just your hair looked really nice and soft and I couldn’t help myself! If you want to tell the higher-ups about this harassment and get me fired, I promise I won’t mind. In fact, I’ll take this to my grave and even offer my firstborn child as an apology—”
“Y/N.”
“because I’ve done something so horrendous and oh my gosh, I was just eating donuts and I probably got crumbs in your pretty hair—”
“Y/N,”
“And that’s really so low of me. Uh, actually, I may or may not have spent last month’s salary to buy my niece a huge ass dollhouse, but I’d gladly schedule a hair appointment for you—” you stop your words when you feel huge, calloused hands squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered out like a fish. Nanami stands before you, looking as handsome as ever, and that thought only has you panicking more and withdrawing. “I’m so sorry.”
Nanami sighs, pulling away to give you some space. You try to fight back the whine because not only did you look ridiculous under him, but also because you actually missed his touch.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” he takes the folder from you, pauses, then tilts his head to the side. “You think my hair is soft?”
“Uhm,” you blink rapidly, “Y-yes. Your hair is really pretty too. In fact, everything about you is pretty, like your hands when you type in paperwork but – I’m talking too much aren’t I?” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”
“I make you nervous?” Nanami doesn’t sound like he believes it.
“Yeah,” you confess, switching your weight from one foot to another. At this point, you’ve given up on asking him out for coffee this weekend because you’re sure he’s labelled you as an idiot now. Not that it’s surprising though; not only does Nanami keep to himself out of social aversion, but you’re also pretty loud and awkward, a huge contrast to someone as well-put as him. “Anyways, uh,” you clear your throat, gesturing to your cubicle. “Now that you’ve got the file, I’m gonna go do my part. See you later, I guess. Or not. You can go home first you want. I’ve got quite a lot on my plate.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
“Sorry?”
Nanami organizes his desk one last time before following you to your desk. “I’m done with my part and it’s late. It’s not safe for you to walk home alone,” he glances at his watch, “I’ll wait for you until you’re done and walk you back home. That way, I don’t have to worry about your safety tonight,” he plops down on the empty seat next to yours, crossing his arms on his broad chest. “Take all the time you need. Just wake me up when you’re done.”
Just like that, Nanami dozes off, exhausted from a long day of hard work. You, on the other hand, are more energized than ever as you suddenly find a strong wave of motivation you’ve never had before.
Maybe you don’t mess up everything, after all.
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  RYOUMEN SUKUNA – He groans when you giggle at him, using your small, dainty hands to brush it through his hair. Sukuna liked to sleep in and it was only seven in the morning, meaning he’s supposed to be still lost in dreamland with thoughts about you and your cute little face. But because you’re an annoying brat who’s an early bird and way too cheerful as a morning person, you’re wide awake when the sun shone through the windows, and you’re gently coaxing him awake by rotating your fingers through his hair.
“Your hair is really soft.”
“Stop that,” he complains, but doesn’t really do anything to push you away. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”
“But I’m already awake,” you tease, proving your point by taking off his covers and patting his chest. “Come on, let me make you breakfast. Maybe we can go out today and go see a movie, what do you think? It’s my day off so we better make use of it!”
“Exactly, it’s a day off,” he growls the last part, surprising you when his strong hands grip your thigh and drag you beside him. Soon enough, Sukuna has you trapped in his muscular arms until you can’t move anymore. “Let’s just stay the whole day in bed. Plus, I’m the one making breakfast. There’s no way you’re still cooking for me on your day off.”
“But I love cooking for you.”
“I know, but it’s my turn now,” he huffs through your hair. Sukuna’s grip loosens around you a bit to give you room to breathe, but he’s taken aback when you only snuggle closer to him to the point your legs and tangled and your body is warm from his heat. You don’t have to say it out loud to tell him you’ve conceded to his wishes.
As always, Sukuna is right. It feels much better to just let go of time and enjoy this moment. And he smells so good, feels so warm, that you’re unable to stop yourself from burrowing closer onto his body until you’re sure you’re about to start smelling like him later.
Of course, Sukuna likes the thought of that, so he sweeps one arm behind to tug the covers back over your bodies. He kisses your temple, and with a low, husky voice, grumbles, “Let’s go back to sleep, then we’ll do everything you want later, okay? I just want to stay in bed with you a little longer.”
For a guy who was considered heartless and barbaric, he sure turned into putty in your hands.
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  INUMAKI TOGE – The platinum haired boy lays on your lap, the wire of headphones dangling beside you both. You’re thankful Inumaki has his eyes closed, because the last thing you want him to see is how embarrassed and giddy you are at that moment.
You and Inumaki have been friends for years, meaning you’ve been hiding your crush on him for a painfully long time. He’s recently made a Spotify playlist with an innocent text of, “I made you a playlist of all the songs that reminds me of you,” which leads you both to your current predicament. It’s a rather lazy weekend and Gojo-sensei isn’t around to bother any of you, so you’re in Inumaki’s room, careful not to bounce your legs out of habit to not give the poor boy a headache.
You snap back to life when Inumaki squeezes your thigh, and you’re met with azure eyes looking back up at you. “Mustard leaf?” he points to your face, which has been previously constricted and heated from his close proximity. It isn’t the first time you and Toge have cuddled, but it’s been too long and you’re standing at the edge of a dangerous cliff with the desire to tell him you like him.
Inumaki must’ve thought you’re uncomfortable with his weight on you because he begins to sit up. “Oh, no, no!” you coax him back down despite his questioning eyes, a wide grin replacing your flustered state to conceal it. “Its’s fine, really. I was just vibing with the songs.”
He hums, not completely believing it, but he doesn’t want to push either. Soon, he settles into your lap again and makes you lose your mind when his breath starts to tickle your kneepads now that he’s facing behind you.
Your heart just about combusts, and before you know it, Inumaki has fallen asleep while the theme of Howl’s Moving Castle plays. Once his breathing regulated into a steady rhythm, you reach out to brush his hair back and lightly add some pressure for better sleep. You know Inumaki lies that, and you smile to yourself when he leans into your touch even in his slumber.
“Your hair is so soft,” you say mostly to yourself, leaning down to kiss his the crown of his head, making Inumaki sigh contentedly. Gosh, you love him so much.
Now isn’t the time but...hopefully, one day you could tell him how you feel. Even if he rejects you, you hope you could still be friends even after that awkward encounter –
You freeze as the next song comes on. I.F.L.Y by Bazzi comes on, and just as you cover your mouth to silence your gasps, you hear the faintest snickers coming from Inumaki before he goes back to “snoring.”
“Toge! Were you awake the whole time?!”
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pasteldaze · 3 years
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(Ignore the last one, I sent it without finding the one I did previously, sorry!)
Heyyy! This is my first time trying to Ask something, and ofc it's a request, lol.
Is there any chance you could do a Soft! Bakugou cuddling with the reader after patrol? Like, they stayed up late waiting for him, and they're both soft n sleepy? Could be during his school days, or while he's a Pro.
I love all of your work. Thanks for hearing me out!
Hi, sorry this took so long but I had college and then accidently posted then proceded to delete it unfinished 😅.
Sleepy Baku Cuddles - Bakugou X GN! Reader
It all started over a silly argument. In class 3A's common room you were talking with Deku about your quirk when suddenly your best friend Bakugou drags you away shouting at you for spending time with his "enemy". It ends with you both arguing and being annoyed with eachother as he leaves for his work study.
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It's 12.30am and Bakugou isn't back yet, feeling guilty about the argument, you wanted to wait to apologise for overreacting, however he's late, really late and you're worried about him. Staying up, anxiously watching the news to see if there's anything being said but alas no news. As you are dozing off in front of the tv in the dorm rooms, the door clicks open and you jump up. "kacchan?!" you spin around but it's just Kirishima. "Oh... Hey Kiri" you say dejectedly.
"Hey Y/N, you're up late, you okay?" he asks, going to grab a bottle of water. "Oh yeah Kacchan isn't back, I'm a little worried" you say looking tired. "Don't worry, I'm sure he's just held back a little, go to bed and he'll be back in the morning" He tries to reassure you. "I know but I think I'm gonna stay up for a little bit, just to wait for him".
"Do you want me to wait with you?" He asks with a yawn. "No don't worry, just head off to bed I'll be alright" you say, not wanting to keep him up. "Alright, only if you're sure, if you need anything, just wake me up" "I will do" He then leaves for his dorm room.
It is an hour later when Bakugou stumbles in the door to see you sleeping on the couch. "Tch Idiot" He says before he covers you with a blanket that hangs over one of the chairs, prompting you to wake up. "Kacchan?" you ask sleepily. "You're late" "I know, I had to stay and question the damn villain who wouldn't talk" he grumbles. "I'm sorry for today" you say sitting up on the couch. "Hah? What're you saying sorry for, it was my fault" He says looking confused but sitting next to you.
"But I overreacted, I get it that you don't like him and-" he cuts you off "Look I don't own you, you can hang out with anyone you want I just-" "I got jealous okay!" He whisper-shouts. "You got Jealous?" you ask very confused. "God you're really gonna make me spell it out?.... I love you dumbass, I don't want you to leave me okay"
"I... Kacchan I would never leave you for Izuku, we have been friends for years and I've always had a crush on you, even ask him, he's been trying to get us together for years, and he and Ochako are dating" You say, pulling him in for a hug. Cue confused Bakugou.
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"So you're telling me, that you like me and I blew up over nothing?" He states, pulling away from you "Naturally" you reply. He slumps his shoulders "It's okay Kacchan, I know that you can be harsh sometimes but I knoe that you care for those around you... Even Zuku although you refuse to admit it" "I don't care for damn Deku..... I do like you though" He whispers "I know" you say as you pull him down to cuddle.
"What are you doing Loser?" "uh, cuddling? Y'know the thing that people do?" you ask with a tone. "The couch isn't very comfortae" He complains "Shut up and cuddle me". He grumbles but settles on the couch and pulls you on top of his chest and wraps his arms around you.
It's a bit stiff at first and He's scared to really hold you tightly but after a few minutes, you both relax into eachother and your brathing syncs up. Starting to doze off he looks down at you and whispers "I love you" thinking you are asleep but gets startled when he hears an "I love you too"
He smiles and Kisses your head, playing eith your hair, the blanket wrapped around you both, who cares of anyone sees you together.
Bonus
It's aizawa who catches you but luckily he already knew you two were going to get together and you're good kids (Bakugou literally goes to sleep at 8.30 and he is a huge nerd) so he'll let it slide this once, He may or may not also tell Hizashi but I guess we'll never know.
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sunnypogue · 4 years
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coho!rafe + the video (blurb)
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big thanks to scout for helping me map this out!!
warning: NSFW. 18+, some dubious consent issues with the video. (it’s necessary to note that rafe sending this video to himself without consent is NOT okay. like a very big violation of privacy. however, this is fiction, so...just know I don’t condone that shit in real life!) also, please use protection. xx.
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“Bro, watch your fucking elbows!”
“You watch your elbows, fucker!”
Your head darted back and forth as the teammates shot insults at each other from their respective sides of the beer pong table. You were supposed to play the winner, but at the rate this game was going, you wouldn’t be playing anytime soon.
“Hey,” A hand rested on your shoulder, voice grabbing your attention, “we up soon?”
You shook your head, “Dumb and dumber over here have been arguing about the rules for the past 10 minutes. I don’t think they’ve sunk a cup yet.”
Your pong partner laughed, “Well, just yell when someone loses. I’ll be over -”
“Cameron! Get your ass in here, Matty just said we couldn’t shotgun these claws in one go!”
Rafe’s head turned towards the kitchen, where his defense partner (and resident dumbass), Luke, was holding two jumbo mango White Claws next to his head.
“Oh, fuck you Matty - shit, Y/N, come film this.” Rafe grabbed your arm, dragging you behind him. “I need proof so I don’t have to keep chugging shit at parties to prove my idiot teammates wrong.” 
You watched with a wry smile, your phone camera capturing as Rafe stabbed the cans with his house key, before shotgunning the seltzer, Luke finishing immediately after him, letting out a huge burp.
“Oh, fucking gross, Luke.” You yelled, ending the recording.
“Alright - fuck this! Someone come play Jonesy in pong with his fucking weird ass rules.” A voice boomed from the other room, where the now defunct BP game was happening. “I’ve never had someone talk about elbows so much, you fucking boner.”
You made eye contact with Rafe, grinning as he wiped the remnants of white claw off his lips. 
“Pong?” You mouthed, pocketing your phone, before making your way into the living room, Rafe close behind.
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A few hours later, you were posted up on the couch, one of the stragglers at the hockey kickback, listening to Matty and Jonesy debating the merits of wearing a cage versus a bubble. Bored, and a little drunk, you pulled your phone out, intending to thumb through your instagram stories to drown out the sound of Matty yelling about how a bubble made you look like a “fucking bitch boy,” when your phone was snatched clean out of your hand.
“Hey!” You yelped, swinging an arm out to grab your phone, which now sat comfortably in the palm of Rafe’s hand.
“Hey!” He mimicked. “Gimme your password, I need to airdrop that video to myself.”
You rolled your eyes, “Okay, turn it around.”
Rafe pointed your front camera at you, letting FaceID flick your phone open. “Thanks.”
You waved a hand dismissively, standing up from the sunken-in couch. “I’m gonna pee, just don’t go anywhere with it. Stay here.” You gave him a pointed look before wobbling your way to the upstairs bathroom (the only one that was bound to have toilet paper at this rate.)
Rafe took your spot on the couch, fumbling through your phone with drunken accuracy (or at least, that’s what he’d say when you found out he posted a selfie to your insta story), trying to locate the video you had taken earlier. He maneuvered his way to your “Videos” tab, eyeing the most recent one. However, the finger holding the phone accidentally touched the top of the app, sending the screen to the very top of your extensive video collection. Rafe groaned, going to thumb his way back down, when he noticed the screencap of a particular video, nestled at the top corner of your phone. 
If anyone asked, he clicked on it to confirm that his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, that he wasn’t seeing things - because there was no fucking way this was on your phone.
When the video loaded to full screen, Rafe almost dropped the phone. Apparently, his eyes weren’t deceiving him. You had a video, a full, one minute, twenty three second video, of (whom he was assuming was) yourself, bent over someone’s bed, getting fucked by someone with a massive fucking cock. 
Rafe’s thumb hit play before his brain could stop him. He watched, wide eyed, as this random dude fucking railed you, cock practically splitting you in half. Watched as he held your hands to the base of your back, watched as you took it so fucking good.
And then a voice broke his reverie.
“Cameron, dude - you good?” Jonsey leaned over, apparently finished with his bubble v. cage argument. “You’ve been staring at that phone for like, a while.”
Rafe jumped, turning the phone over on his knee. “Yeah, just airdropping something. Service sucks in here man.”
He waited until Jonesy’s redirected his attention elsewhere, before he turned the phone back over, airdropping himself the video of you getting railed.
You returned to the couch minutes later, a sleepy smile on your face. “You get it?” You asked, extending your hand for the phone. 
Rafe slid it back to you, “Yup - thanks.”
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A couple nights later, Rafe was on his bed, head propped up by a couple of pillows, the video of you pulled up on his phone. He had watched it so many times, it was practically burned into his memory - the sounds of you taking it, the way you tilted your cunt to get it deeper, the way you would respond when he’d smack your ass, or pull your hair - it was addicting, seeing you like this. Rafe had never thought he’d see you, his sweet, little friend, getting fucked within an inch of your life.
It made him think about all the ways he’d fuck you - better than whoever the fuck took the video than you. Rafe thought about it constantly - fucking you in the shower, hiking your leg up to spread that sweet little cunt, fucking you in the car, pulled over on the side of an abandoned road, bent over the side of the passenger seat, hands holding on to the center console as Rafe fucked into you, door open. Rafe thought about fucking you the same way you were fucked in the video, relentlessly pounding his cock into your cunt, pulling you back onto his cock when you were close to finishing, spanking you when you begged to come - just filthy.
Rafe was so lost in thought, he didn’t hear the knock on his door, or the small creak as his door opened, or the little voice going, “Rafe?”
Rafe didn’t notice anything until you were standing at the foot of his bed, looking at him quizzically. “What are you doing?”
Rafe jumped, phone flying out of his hands. “Nothing - nothing. What the fuck are you doing here?”
You rolled your eyes. “I texted you that I was coming to grab my accounting book. I still haven’t read for class tomorrow.” You looked around the room, trying to eye the massive red textbook. “Why are you so sweaty? It’s like, 50 degrees out.”
Rafe shrugged. “It’s hot in here.”
You gave him a look. “No, it’s not, but okay weirdo.” You moved to grab his phone, now laying face up at the foot of his bed, screen dim. “Sorry for scaring you. Here’s your - ” You stopped, registering what was paused on his screen.
Rafe grabbed the phone from your grasp, realizing you may have seen a bit too much. “The book is over there.” He pointed at his desk, attempting to deflect.
You just gaped at him. “Is that - fuck, was that - ”
“It’s not what it looks like.”
“Was that me?” You finally finished your sentence, arms crossing in front of you. “Was that - where did you get that?”
Rafe slowly stood, holding his hands in front of him as if to not startle you. “Look, I’m not proud of this but - ”
“How did you get that?” You whispered, still in shock. “I thought I deleted all of those.”
Rafe looked down at his feet, sheepish. “I accidentally saw it on your phone when I was airdropping shit at Matty’s last weekend. I - I don’t know why I airdropped it to myself, but fuck. I’m fucking glad I did.”
You looked at him. “Rafe, what the fuck! That’s so fucking embarassing for me - delete that!”
Rafe grabbed your wrist that was reaching for the phone. “Why the hell is that embarrassing for you? Y/N, that is literally the hottest fucking shit I’ve ever seen. You - you’re fucking gorgeous, you know?”
You matched Rafe’s heated gaze, staring at him as he kept his grip on your wrist. “I’m literally getting fucked by my ex in that video, Rafe.” You bit your lip, cheeks flushing from remembering the contents of that particular video. “How the hell is that hot for you?”
Rafe pulled you closer. “Because I’ve never seen you like that - you’re always so reserved around me. To see you unedited, raw - just fucking taking it like that. How would that not be hot for anyone?”
You blushed, looking away. “I - I don’t - ”
“I’d like to see you like that, in person, if that’s alright with you.”
You gaped up at him. “What?”
Rafe grinned, teeth nearly glittering in the dim light of the bedroom. “I’d like to fuck you. Better than your ex. Is that alright with you?”
You found yourself nodding - you weren’t sure what world you were currently existing in, but if it was a world where Rafe Cameron (aka the boy you had been harboring a crush on since you met him freshman year) wanted to fuck your brains out after watching a video of your ex-boyfriend fucking your brains out - well, you weren’t complaining.
You let Rafe pull you in for a kiss, let Rafe slide your sweatpants off, let Rafe slip his cold hands under your sweatshirt (causing you to squeal, not expecting the temperature change). Rafe let you tug his shirt off, let you run your hands over his defined shoulders and arms, let you palm his cock through his boxers. It was soft, sweet and exploratory.
Until it wasn’t.
When Rafe tweaked your nipple, you responded by sinking your teeth into his bottom lip - just enough to bruise. He pulled away, a glint in his eye, hands going to slide your sweatshirt off, leaving you completely naked. 
“You wanna play that game?”
You slipped your thumb between your teeth, biting down softly as you walked to the edge of his bed. You went to bend yourself over the mattress, forearms propping your chest up, hair swept over your shoulder. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
Rafe growled, taking two steps over to where you were positioned, before sliding his cock out of his boxers. He grabbed his length, jacking it a couple times as he rubbed the head against your clit, leaving a trail of precome in its wake.
“You want it, baby?”
You nodded, leaning back into his cock. Rafe tutted, pulling away completely, smiling when you let out a soft whine. “Words, honey. You gotta tell me.”
You turned your head, looking Rafe dead in the eye. “For fuck’s sake Cameron, get in me.”
Rafe laughed, tapping his cock on your cunt a couple of times, before slowly sliding in, letting you get used to the stretch. You groaned, walls clenching around his length, hands gripping the bedspread as you let your body adjust. Rafe kept his long, slow slide going, until he was balls deep, pelvis snug up against your ass. He was still, just for a moment, before rolling his hips, letting his cock nudge up against your g-spot. You moaned, head dropping to the comforter. You hadn’t felt this full - well, since your ex.
“You good, babe?” Rafe asked, chuckling a bit at your reaction.
“God, Rafe - fuck me.”
Rafe leaned forward, prying your hands from the comforter, tugging them gently behind your back. He swatted at your ass twice, loving the way you tilted into the sensation, before grabbing your hair, pulling you up just enough to get your chest off the bed. 
“This okay?”
You nodded as best you could with his hand in your hair. “I swear to God, Rafe, if you don’t move right now I’ll - ”
“What? What are you gonna do?” He taunted.
You whined, rolling your hips against his cock, which was still stuffed deep in your cunt. “Rafe, please.”
Rafe chuckled under his breath. “Fuck, I could get used to hearing that - hold on, pretty girl. I’ve got ya.”
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rainii-reads · 3 years
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Chateau
DESCRIPTION: After a fateful encounter, you and Yoongi have finally decided to go public with your relationship.
This was inspired by the song Chateau by Tokio Hotel. Bolded dialogue are direct lyrics.
WORD COUNT: 1, 903 PAIRING: Idol!Yoongi x Reader GENRE: Fluff and comfort
Warnings: Implied slut shamming; analogies referencing cuts (there is no self-harming, only references to words hurting.)
Author’s note: This is my first fanfiction for BTS, and my first story in a long, long time. Hope it’s not too bad! You can also read it on AO3.
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Taking up Arms: ARMY Feuds Over SUGA and Y/N
As news of BTS’s SUGA sweeps the kPop world, fans are divided. Many ARMYs citing Y/N as a clout seeker - stealing their Min SUGA. ARMY’s on the offense challenge the perceived ownership of the Bangtan rapper. This brings to question, however, do these fans approve of the relationship or are they simply defending SUGA?
The Next Yoko Ono: Will Y/N be the end of Bangtan Sonyeondan
Silence rings clearer than the stroke of the keyboard. Three weeks have passed since word broke of the famous rapper’s new relationship. The onslaught of hatred continues to poor out in droves, yet silence remains from the musician’s fellow members. Is it possible the six comrades also dislike Y/N?
Anti-Y/N Accounts Take Twitter by Storm
In the last week Twitter has taken action and began removing dozens of accounts dedicated to canceling Y/N. While Twitter works to delete the insults and threats of harm, where is Big Hit? Will they take action to protect BTS’s SUGA and his new sweetheart?
“Sweetheart?” You snapped. “And what’s with the italics – we all know you’re being sarcastic. No need to lay it on thicker.” You fumed for a moment longer, at the snippy report, before you found your laptop being pulled from your grasp. You dared not look up at the sleepy gaze of the man in debate.
“Sweetheart, why are you reading the headlines again?”
It was the truth. Your streak of laziness was something Yoongi often appreciated about you. It resulted any many home dates and working side-by-side in the Genius Lab at all hours of the day. Shared moments you loved. However, you couldn’t handle any more inquires from that man, he had been unyielding for days, and you were slowly breaking.
“Excuse me, are their free refills on black coffee?”You had asked, trying to spare him from the one-sided conversation (if it could even be called that). Yoongi used the moment to escape and take a seat at the table nearest you, waiting for his iconic iced-americano. You remember the sweet smile he gave you as he mouthed ‘thank you’ – the start to your simple chitchat about the shop’s décor and more.
You often giggle as you remember the notes you passed on the plane ride home. The ones kept safe in your nightstand. Had you not looked up, the moment he walked down the cramped isle, Yoongi wouldn’t have shared a smile with you, before taking his seat in first-class.
Within an hour of the flight, a young, excited stewardess had come to your seat handing you a folded sheet of paper. Noticing she was waiting for you to read the note, you unfolded it and struggled to stifle the laugh that emerged. “So, who is your bias?” Yoongi wrote in memory of when your phone rang at the coffee shop, announcing your ARMY status as Converse High played. It was the rare time you had left your sound on.
From time to time, you wondered about the excited flight attendant. You wish you could see her again just so you could tell her thank you for putting up with Yoongi’s archaic flirting. Had she not been so kind and willing, your relationship may not have formed.
These and many more memories were what put you to ease when you sat in a conference room at HYBE Entertainment. It was there where plans were made for the announcement your relationship with the one and only Min Yoongi of BTS. Photos of your not-so-secret dates had progressively found their way onto Tumblr and Twitter, gaining the attention of gossip sites. However, it was more appropriate to call it an interrogation than a planning session.
“Y/N,” you remember the head of PR starting, “Are you sure there are no past scandals that will cause Min Yoongi any problems?” The intention behind ‘scandals’ had not been lost on.
Your usual demeanor was gone as you snipped back. “I’m pretty sure I was too lazy to have any scandals.”
Yoongi snorted as he held back his laugh.
It was the truth. Your streak of laziness was something Yoongi often appreciated about you. It resulted any many home dates and working side-by-side in the Genuis Lab at all hours of the day. Shared moments you loved. However, you couldn’t handle any more inquires from that man, he had been unyielding for days, and you were slowly breaking.
Your sarcasm hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Do you not understand what kind of position you are putting our artist and company in? We need to be prepared for whatever we will need to clean up after you. You need to take this seriously.” Intentions ringing clearly, again.
In your heart, you knew he trying to do right by Yoongi and the company, but the judgement that wove into his words cut. You also took offense to how he made you sound like a disease that clung to Yoongi, bringing him harm.
As you looked back, it was the first of many wounds that told you, you were unworthy of Min Yoongi.
“Y/N is very aware of what implications a public relationship will have.” The man in question spoke, his tone shifting as he said, “She is more than clear of any scandals. Worst we’ll see are malicious lies and rumors – no truth within them – and that is where this discussion will end.” As Yoongi spoke, his few words carried immense weight. For each previously inflicted cut, his words bandaged themselves around to ease the pain.
Heeding the warning, the interrogation ended, and the meeting regained its original focus: preparation for the announcement and aftermath.
Two weeks after the tense convening, the news was released through an official statement form HYBE, confirming the relationship of Min Yoongi and his new girlfriend. The media and social-media platforms were instantly in a frenzy and, as planned, everyone remained silent. It had been decided that everyone would keep silent for a month, to see what would earn a response.
That singular month had been the sharpest cut to your fragile skin.
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Breaking through your thoughts, Yoongi spoke again, “Y/N.”
You looked up at him, finally, and sighed. “I’m sick, okay? I can’t help but want to see what is being said about me, about us. Did you see they’re calling me Yoko Ono? Will the media ever cease with the constant Beetles comparisons? Don’t they see you guys are tired of responding to the accolades?”
He spared you a look, leaving you to end your rambles. The rambles he knew you were using to deflect from your current, unhealthy obsession.
“I really can’t help it Yoongi,” You sighed. “In less than a week we can finally speak out and I need to know what I’m defending myself against.”
In an almost languid fashion, he placed the laptop down and sat next to you. Pulling you closer as he organized his thoughts. “That’s not really for you to worry about. The company and I will handle that.”
“No, I need to do something. I can’t just hide behind you. People are talking about us and they’re going to watch and critique every little thing we do. I know that isn’t what we discussed, but this anxiety is unlike anything else.”
He reached out and gently ran the tips of his fingers down the sides of your face, smoothing out any traces of stress. The very hand that famously held a tight grasp on a black microphone, was now the source of your ease. The very hand that was adored by many, was saved for you.
“Here’s the thing,” he spoke slowly, “People are gonna talk. So, let them talk; let them talk about us. People are gonna watch. So, let 'em touch, let 'em see, let 'em feel what love is.”
They were simple words, yet, as the always did, they healed the damages from the last three weeks.
Tears overwhelmed your eyes, gliding down to touch the tips of his fingers. “Let it all go, since it finally happened.” He had worried about the brave face you had been parading. “I know they’re going to talk. I know they’re going to watch. Baby, I don’t mind as long as it’s you and I. We’ll just let them see what real love is.”
As you processed the abundance of emotions that had accumulated, Yoongi held you close. Occasionally whispering the right sentiments to soften the anxiety more. While you laid with him, you wondered: Exactly how much had to go right for you to be with him? The gossip columns may say that the two of you were different, too different in fact, but your time together showed you how alike you were. How right you were for each other.
Many more challenges awaited you, but with him you knew it would be fine. You were not coming down from your cloud.
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Later that evening, as the tears dried and the anxiety eased to rest, you proposed a trip. “Hey, the next time were in California we should stay at the Chateau Marmot.”
“Isn’t that place haunted?” His abundance of quirky knowledge never ceased to amaze you.
After a quick search to confirm, you scratched the plan. “I’ll find another chateau. One free of the paranormal.”
A short moment of silence passed before you asked your next thought, “What did you mean earlier when you said, “let them touch”?
Yoongi looked up from his phone and paused for affect. “Don’t know. It just sounded right in my head – I didn’t mean anything weird by it.” He laughed, exposing his renowned smile.
“Pervert.” You teased, tossing a pillow his way.
In an unexpected fashion, Yoongi lunged forward seeking retaliation. Having not anticipated it, you stumbled off the bed, in an attempt to run away, but he pulled you back before you could escape. In the most cliché of moments, he tickled your sides until the fits of laughter led to you sharing a loving gaze and slow kiss.
“You’re right,” you said as your lips separated, “Let ‘em talk – we’ll show them what real love it.”
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The Power Couple that is Y/SN
A year has since passed since news of Y/SN occupied our every thought. In celebration of our favorite power couple, we’ve broken down the Top 10 Reasons why we love Y/SN!
Goals: How do we land a relationship like SUGA and Y/N’s?
Recently, photos and videos of a not-so-secret date between SUGA and Y/N made their way onto the internet. As the young couple is seen leaving Chateau de Sureau, they’re hand-in-hand showing signs of laughter. The love between the two is so clear not even an anti-Y/SN could deny it. So, the question remains, how do we get our own fairytale romance?
We’ve been asking, but has SUGA?
The question all fans of Y/SN have been wanting to know: When will SUGA ask the big question? Our sources suggest it may be sooner than you might think. As BTS wraps up their latest world tour, preparing to go back to the studio, rumors of the young rapper ring shopping have bubbled up. Whether this is true or not remains to be seen, but we look forward to the exciting news for our favorite couple.
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Dark Knight
Part 1
Bucky x reader
Warnings: violence, 18+
Word Count: 2,484
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"Hey, slow down!" You yelled at the two children. Your four year old daughter and nephew continued running past you as if you hadn't said a word. You just shook your head and continued to prepare their lunch.
The doorbell rang and you wiped your hands confused as to who would be visiting unannounced. Then you rolled your eyes when you realized who it probably would be.
You looked out of the peephole and your suspicion was confirmed. You opened the door and stared at your child's father.
"Bucky, I thought I told you to call before you came over here?" You leaned against the door frame.
"I did. You didn't answer," he said back with just as much attitude as you were giving him.
You remembered leaving your phone in your bedroom on the charger.
"Jordyn, your dad is here," you yelled and turned away from the door. He followed you inside.
You and Bucky had a very emotional break up 7 months ago. He didn't really give you a reason, he just came home after a mission and told you that he'd be staying with Steve for a while.
After weeks of silence and then only coming by to see Jordyn and ignoring you, you finally gave up trying to talk to him.
After four months, your friends convinced you to go out on a date. Somehow, Bucky found out about it and after scaring the guy off, he started coming by the house unannounced and staying much later than he should. 
"Dadddyyy!" Jordyn screamed as she and your nephew Braylon ran towards you.
"Hey, princess," he scooped her into his arms. "What's going on, Bray, you watching over the girls today?"
"Mmm hmm," the young boy nodded his head while giving Bucky a fist bump.
"Come on, daddy," the little girl squirmed out of his hold and grabbed his hand, "we're about to eat lunch." She started towards the kitchen.
"Go wash your hands, please," you said to them as you set their places at her kid's table.
You and Bucky didn't speak. He stood by quietly and made sure to stay out of your way. You'd catch him watching you, but he wouldn't look away. He didn't care that you knew.
Once the kids sat down to eat, you took a seat at the island with Bucky and grabbed a bag of chips.
"You know, you should really eat better." 
"Says the human garbage disposal? Worry about yourself." You stuffed another chip in your mouth.
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Bucky was playing outside with the kids. You watched out of the window as they took turns swinging from his arm. This is exactly how you pictured your life at one point. 
He must have felt you watching. He looked up at you and smiled. You quickly looked away and stepped out of view. You shook your head willing yourself to snap out of it. It's never going to happen. He made his choice.
You heard the door open and Jordyn came running inside.
"Momma, momma!" She yelled excitedly. 
"Yes, Jordy?"
"Can you come out and play tea party with us?"
"I'm sure your dad and Bray don't want to play tea party. Why don't you play something else?"
"But they're already at the table waiting. Daddy told me to invite you," she informed you.
You looked out of the door and sure enough, they were both sitting at the table on the deck in top hats. You couldn't help, but laugh. Big bad Bucky Barnes was sitting at a table playing tea party with his little girl and nephew.
You grabbed some cookies, a pitcher of sweet tea that was already in the fridge, because making some would leave the guys waiting too long, and your phone. You walked outside to Bucky and Bray speaking to one another with terrible British accents.
"What are you doing?" You giggled. 
"We're having a tea party," Bucky said.
"But why do you need the accents?"
"Because we're — are you recording this?" He asked once he noticed your phone.
"Absolutely, I may need this for blackmail at a later date. You look so adorable in your wittle hat."
"No, stop," he grabbed at you, "delete it."
"Absolutely not," you laughed and ended the recording.
You sat down with them and poured tea while Jordy handed out cookies. As you all sat around and enjoyed your snacks, Jordy started telling Bucky about your weekend movie nights.
"Daddy, you should come this weekend, so Bray isn't the only boy. We're gonna watch the Alien Vs Predator."
"You let her watch stuff like that?" He raised a brow at you.
"Yes, she knows they aren't real," you shrugged.
"Yeah, daddy, not like the Chitari or anything. Besides, uncle Tony dusted them, right? Peter said they blipped away right before his eyes."
"Who's Peter?" Bray chimed in.
"Alright fine," Bucky jumped in before she could spill the beans. "I'll come. Is it okay if I come?" He turned to you.
"Pleeeaaaassseee, momma?" Your daughter looked to you with those big blue eyes just like her father's. 
"Yeah, please, momma?" Bucky jumped in. They both batted their eyes at you. Bucky whispered something in her ear and then they smiled.
Damn it.
You were powerless when it came to those smiles. He knew it and so did she. You just shook your head and laughed.
"Fine," you bit.
"Yaaaayyy!" They celebrated their victory together.
"Wow, you got played, auntie," Braylon said to you.
"Big time, kid."
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You were preparing snacks when you heard the doorbell. You told the kids to go and open it since you knew it was Bucky.
"Hey, need me to help with anything?" He offers once inside.
"Um, if you could just get the kids in their pj's and grab their blankets, that'll be great. Jordy likes to sit on the right side of the couch and it's Bray's turn to have the remote."
"Got it," he turned to complete the task you'd given him.
While he handled the kids, you set their snacks up on the middle cushion. Bucky came down the stairs holding a kid under each arm like a sack of potatoes.
You opened the blu-ray and put the movie in, but left it open, so Braylon could close it. They enjoyed controlling the TV on movie night. Jordyn snuggled down on her side with her favorite Bucky blanket and Braylon did the same with his Sam Wilson blanket.
"Bray, I can't believe Sam is your favorite superhero, he's not even cooler than me," Bucky rolled his eyes.
"He can fly. Can you fly uncle Bucky?" He asked.
"I see how it is."
"You're still cool, daddy," Jordyn whispered.
"Thank you," Bucky kissed her forehead.
"Alright, are we ready kids... And Bucky?" You said as you took your normal place on the love seat, tucking your feet beneath you making sure to leave room for Bucky.
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Midway through the movie you looked over to see both kids drifting off to sleep. You stretched your legs out and put them on Bucky's lap. He took that opportunity to switch his position and lie his head in your lap.
"What are you doing?" You froze.
"I'm getting comfortable," he replied nonchalantly.
You tried to keep your breathing even, but your heart rate increased anyway. You knew he could hear it, but he kept watching the movie. You wanted to run your fingers through his hair the way you used to. Just when you were about to cave, your phone started vibrating.
You picked it up to see that you had a text from someone you'd recently met. You responded and held the phone waiting for him to text again.
After a few messages back and forth, Bucky finally asked, "Who's texting you?"
"Um, none of your business." You sent your last message and put the phone on the table.
When another notification came through, you felt his body tense up.
"Can you grab a kid and help me put them to bed?"
"You can go ahead and get yourself ready for bed. I've got them," he moved off of you and grabbed Braylon first.
You scooped up your phone and followed behind him. You texted the mystery man back, put the phone on your dresser and went into the bathroom.
Once you came out of the bathroom, you heard Bucky talking to Jordyn. You tip toed to the door to watch them.
"But daddy, can you stay? I know you can't sleep in mommy's bed, but you can stay in mine." You heard her sleepy little voice. It brought tears to your eyes. You never wanted this for her. Sometimes, she understood that mommy and daddy didn't live together and other times, she just didn't want to accept it.
"No, princess, your bed is too small for me. I'll stay with you for a little while," he said and smushed his large body in the bed with her. The sight would've been hilarious had you not been feeling emotional. You walked away and back down to the kitchen for a glass of wine.
By the time you finished your second glass, Bucky still hadn't come down. You were tipsy and tired of waiting, so you went back upstairs, but when you peeked in on the kids, Bucky was gone. You were confused until you saw a bright white light coming from your dark room.
"What are you doing?" You walked up to him and snatched your phone from his hands. You saw that he'd been looking through all of your text messages.
"How long have you known that Andrew guy? Where did you meet him?" He fired off.
"You have no right to ask me those questions and you have no right to invade my damn privacy! How did you unlock my phone anyway?"
"I do have a right if you're going to be bringing these men around my child."
"Bucky, get the fuck out of my house," you said fed up.
"This is my house." He walked towards you and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer once he finally reached you. "And if I ever catch any of those men here, it won't end well for them, so be careful," he said in your ear and then placed a soft kiss on your neck.
"You forfeited your place in this house when you decided to leave," you pushed him away, "now get out."
"Okay," he put his hands up in surrender.
He turned to leave and you waited until you heard his car start before setting the alarm. You paced back and forth. How dare he go through your phone? Who the fuck does he think he is threatening a man you hadn't even been on a date with yet? Then he had the absolute audacity to kiss you??
"And you," you pointed to your wet pussy, "you're a fucking traitor. One little tiny kiss and you're weak for him? No!"
You grabbed your phone and texted Andrew to meet you for coffee soon. He agreed and you both said goodnight.
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You'd dropped the kids off over your sister's house. She wanted Braylon to come home for a few days and of course Jordyn packed her bag and tagged along. You went by the coffee shop to meet Andrew after. Seeing him again started out nice, but then he asked a few odd questions that put you off and you started looking for reasons to leave.
A few days had gone by and you'd stopped answering calls from him and would keep replies in texts short. 
Today, you were taking the trash out when you heard a familiar voice call your name.
"Andrew??"
"Hey, you, uh, you live here?" He asked.
"Yeah, what are you doing here?" You looked around.
"Oh, I have a friend who lives just up the road and I was headed home when I saw you come out," he explained.
"Oh, I see... Well, I'm —"
"How are you?" He cut you off, "I haven't heard much from you since we met up last."
"I've just been busy with some stuff is all," you lied.
There was an awkward silence that surrounded you for a moment.
"Can I come inside? Maybe we can sit and chat for a while," he suggested.
"No, I don't think so. I barely know you, Andrew." You stepped up on to the porch and opened the door. When you turned to say goodbye, he was right behind you.
"Just give me a chance," he pressed.
"Back up," you sounded stern, but your heart was racing.
He took a small step back, but he was still way too close for comfort.
"Who were you visiting?" You asked.
"Excuse me?" He was confused.
"You said you saw me, because you were leaving a friend's house. Who is your friend?" You were now visibly shaken. His lack of an answer told you everything you needed to know. You knew there was something off about him a few days ago.
You tried to run into the house and shut the door, but he was too close. He ran in behind you and grabbed your top. You picked up a lamp from one of the side tables and smashed it over his head.
"Ah!" He yelled, "you crazy fucking bitch!"
He pushed you into a wall. Your back hit so hard that it knocked the wind out of you. You hit the floor gasping for air. Your brain kept telling you to scream, but nothing was coming from your mouth.
He grabbed you up by your hair and forced you to look at him.
"Was that really necessary?" He spoke through clenched teeth.
You could feel the tears stinging your eyes, but you blinked rapidly to keep them from falling. You would never let this psycho see you cry. 
Of all the days for Bucky to not randomly stop by, you thought to yourself.
Bucky. Your eyes widened at the thought of him.
"FRIDAY, call Bucky!!" You yelled quickly.
That made Andrew pause and gave you an opportunity to strike. You punched him in the stomach hard enough for him to buckle and he let you go. You smashed your knee into his face as hard as you could. The crunch sound from his nose breaking was far more satisfying than it should have been.
"Leave now and you might get to live," you warned him.
"I'll take my chances," he charged at you.
He threw you to the floor on the pile of glass from the lamp. You felt a piece tear through the skin on your upper arm. For the first time you were able to scream.
"Don't scream now, I tried being nice to you, but you wanna be a bitch and force my hand," he said just before wrapping his hands around your throat.
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Whumptober 2020 - Day 27
I actually wrote an entire fic for this that was a part 2 for Abandoned on day 8, with a part 3 to come later, but I wasn't overly happy with it and decided ultimately that it would flow better if there was no middle part. There will still be a part 2 (only, no part 3), but not for another couple of days. So, I deleted that entire fic and started over and wrote this. Which meant that I had less time to work on this one, as I'm already catching up with myself and hoping that I don't have to put off any updates! I'm not necessarily entirely happy with how this one turned out overall, but I do like the middle at least and I hope you guys enjoy it regardless of my feelings.
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Day 27 - Extreme Weather
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Warnings: hypothermia
“Pidge, radar check. It looks like the temperature is dropping rapidly.”
“Okay, just a sec...holy crow, you’re right. Storm coming your way, fast. You guys need to find shelter now.”
That was all the warning they got before the wind hit. It howled across the plain with all the fury of a hurricane, so loud in his ears even through his helmet that he could barely hear Shiro’s voice shouting over the comms. 
“If we can get to the other side of this hill we should be out of the wind.”
“Roger!” Keith yelled back. It wasn’t like they had much choice in moving that direction, anyway. The wind was shoving them along, causing them both to have to lean backwards into it even while running to keep from tumbling over.
They were almost to the small mountain when the storm fully arrived. Suddenly the air was filled with so much white that Keith couldn’t see his hand in front of his face, and he had lost sight of Shiro completely. 
Apparently he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t see, either. “Just keep moving forward! Once we get there we should be able to work our way around to the other side by feel.” 
Keith furrowed his eyebrows. As long as neither of them somehow missed it and wandered off into the open plain on the other side...but they were close enough that it should be fine. He hoped. And they both had on their armor, which was made for much colder temperatures than this in deep space, so even if they did get lost they probably wouldn’t die. Probably. As long as a hundred other variables didn’t happen.
“I can hear you worrying from here. Just keep walking, Keith.”
“You just keep walking,” he lamely replied.
The good news was, he found the mountain. “You here yet?”
“Yep. Turn east, that’s the closest end.”
“Got it.” 
The bad news was, after several long, stumbling minutes of walking blind with one hand trailing the face of the hill...something happened. He wasn’t ever really sure what. All he knew was that suddenly his feet were flying out from under him, and he was smacking face first into some unseen object hard enough to make his forehead impact with the inside of his helmet. Before he could reorient himself, Shiro was nearly tripping over his feet.
“You okay? What happened?”
“Think I hit a slick spot, or a root or something. I’m okay. Just watch your step for the next couple of feet.” Pushing himself back up, he shook his head slightly to rid himself of the slight dizzy feeling, then kept moving forward.
It seemed to take ages, but they eventually turned a corner and had the wind at their backs again. It was only a few paces more from there until they turned again and the world fell relatively calm. There was snow shooting around the sides of the hill just behind them, and it was still swirling in the air all around them. But he could see again. 
And one of the things he could see was a little starburst cut into the center of his faceplate.
At first he thought it might be a snowflake, and tried to brush it off, but no, there was definitely an indentation there, and maybe even a longer crack coming off from the center. Whatever he had hit must have been sharp to do that kind of damage to a space helmet. It wasn’t a big deal, though. Yeah, the display inside his helmet was fritzing a little, but he could just rely on Shiro’s information until they got back to the Castle and could get his helmet fixed. 
There was no reason to tell Shiro. Then he would just be the one excessively worrying.
“Did you guys make it?” Pidge asked.
Shiro nodded. “Yep. Looks like we’ll just have to hunker down here until the storm passes.”
“Could be a while by the looks of the radar. I’d offer to come pick you guys up, but…”
“No. There’s zero visibility out here. Stay put, and we’ll do the same.”
He looked over at Keith and gave a smirk. “It’s not like we’ve never had to kill time together before.”
Huffing a small laugh, Keith settled back against the rocks, folding his arms over his chest. “View here’s not quite as nice as the Garrison roof.”
Now Shiro smiled for real. “Nope. That view was definitely the best.”
They sat mostly in silence for the next several minutes, just staring out into the strange patterns of whirling snow. It seemed so natural to feel cold while watching a snowstorm that Keith didn’t even think anything of it until a shiver shook his body. That’s when he finally realized that something wasn’t quite right.
He was cold. Not only cold, but goosebumps were forming on his skin underneath his flightsuit. That shouldn’t happen. The whole thing was designed to regulate his temperature. He had floated out in open space before and felt perfectly comfortable, so there was absolutely no reason that a snowstorm should have made him cold.
Unless the armor or the flightsuit was compromised, of course. Like, say, a crack in the helmet.
He didn’t want to tell Shiro. He knew he really should.
“Um.” He cleared his throat, nonchalantly tried to rub a little warmth back into the part of his arms that wasn’t covered by armor. “Don’t like, freak out or anything -”
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Keith rolled his eyes. “I said don’t freak out! It’s not a big deal, okay? I just wanted to let you know that, uh...I think I may have cracked my faceplate when I fell earlier? And it’s possible there’s some air leaking in.”
“What?” Shiro was in front of him immediately, clapping his hands onto either side of Keith’s helmet so he could tilt it up toward him. That close, he could actually just make out his voice over the wind without using the comms. “Keith, why didn’t you tell me as soon as you noticed?”
“Who says I didn’t?”
“Me, because I know you. Do you see what the temperature is out here? ‘Some air leaking in’ is not good!”
“Um, no, I don’t see. My, uh...display has kinda been on the fritz ever since it happened.”
“Keith!”
Jerking his head out of Shiro’s hands, he glared up at him. “I’ll be fine! I’m just a little cold, that’s what made me realize. It’s nothing to worry about, though. It’s not like the air is toxic.”
Shiro gave him one of his patented stern dad looks, which then fell into the even more common - at least around Keith - exasperated dad look. “You let me know as soon as you start feeling any colder.”
“Yeah, sure.” He was already feeling colder than he had at the beginning of the conversation. But it wasn’t like there was really anything Shiro could do about it. They couldn’t walk through the storm, and no one could come get them. He’d just have to deal with it.
Unfortunately, his thoughts of not actually telling Shiro anything didn’t work out, because he sat so close that their arms were touching and could feel when he started full-on shivering. To his credit, though, he didn’t say anything. He merely nudged Keith forward a little and swung one leg around behind him, pulling him up close to his chest and wrapping his arms around. It was awkward with the bulky armor and the jetpack, but Keith imagined he could feel the tiniest bit of warmth on his arms where Shiro’s rested on them.
It didn’t really help anything. The temperature inside the helmet was still dropping quickly, the cold creeping down his body and seizing every inch of skin and muscle. He couldn’t stop shivering. 
After a few minutes, Shiro muttered something under his breath and pushed Keith gently forward, beginning to unbuckle his armor at his shoulders and sides. He pulled off just the back portion, and did the same with his own chestplate, before hugging him close again. 
He could feel the pressure, which was nice against the tremors wracking his body. He could maybe feel a little bit of the body heat. The problem was, the suits weren’t just meant to keep out cold temperatures. It was going to take a whole lot more than body heat to get through two of them.
“Pidge, tell Lance to be on standby in his Lion. As soon as there is any kind of break in the storm, I want him to get to our location as quick as he can.”
“Roger that.”
“Keith, bud? Do you think you can cover up the crack with your hand any?”
“I c-can t-t-try.”
His arm didn’t want to cooperate. When he finally did get it to raise, it was shaking too badly to keep it in one place. Shiro must have seen his struggle, because he reached up and grabbed onto the hand, pressing it in close to the helmet. 
“Is here good?”
“Y-ye-ah, I...I… ’s good.”
It was a bit hard to keep track of time. The snow kept flying by in mesmerizing loops and waves, and the two of them sat silently with both of their hands pressed over half his faceplate. Gradually, numbness began to steal over him, replacing the cold with blissful nothing. Even his shivers calmed, leaving him exhausted but relieved to be done with them.
“Keith. Keith, you still with me?”
“Hm? Yeah. ‘m good. Feel...better. Stopped shivering.”
“Yeah, I know, that’s not good. Don’t you remember the Garrison training?” Shiro’s free hand began pumping up and down his arm vigorously. “You’re okay, though. You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you warmed up.”
Keith wasn’t really sure which of them he was trying to reassure. Personally, he was feeling too sleepy to care much about any of it anymore.
“But whatever you do, don’t fall asleep on me, okay? You can’t fall asleep. Talk to me, Keith.”
“You’re not my dad.”
Shiro chuckled. “Oh, yeah? Well, tell Lance that. He’s the one that’s dubbed me ‘Space Dad’.”
“Whaaat? That was totally not me, that was...that was Hunk!”
Oh, apparently Lance was on comms now. Probably waiting in his Lion like Space Dad had said.
“Are you kidding me? That was most definitely you, and we all know it,” Pidge butted in. “But seriously, Keith, listen to Space Dad. Don’t fall asleep.”
“‘m sleepy, though.”
“Well, wake up! Hey Shiro, got any embarrassing stories you can tell us about Keith?”
“Oh boy, do I ever. How about the time when he was sparring with this kid named Brandon, and -”
“Daaaad,” Keith whined. “Be nice to me while I’m dying.”
Shiro’s tone suddenly sobered. “You’re not dying, Keith. You’re gonna be just fine.”
“Yeah, Mullet. Even if I have to figure out how to activate a snowplow feature on Blue, we’ll come get you before anything happens to you. No dying today.”
Everyone fell quiet, and through the slight haze in his brain Keith wondered if he had done something to upset them. It wouldn’t be the first time, and probably not the last. Just as he was thinking of apologizing, Pidge spoke back up, as perky as before.
“So. I’m pretty sure Keith hasn’t heard yet about what you did in the kitchen the other day, Lance.”
“And he doesn’t need to! Ever! Too many people know about that already! I mean...nothing happened in the kitchen the other day, what are you talking about?”
Pidge launched into her tale, Lance protesting all the while and Shiro laughing along. It actually did keep his mind feeling more alert, as did Lance’s answering story of something Pidge had done back in their Garrison days...to start with. By the end of it, though, heaviness had started to overcome him, inviting him to sink down into deep, comfortable darkness.
On the edge of his consciousness, he thought he could feel someone shaking him, and Shiro’s voice calling his name. He tried to answer, he really did. But his tongue had already succumbed to the heavy sensation, and all he could do was give a little hum. 
Then Pidge’s voice came, curiously close to his ear. “Uh, guys? Red just left her hangar.”
“She what?”
Lance’s voice, also really close. What were all these people doing in his ear? “Yeah, I see her! She’s like...wow. She’s just burning a path through the storm. I’ve never seen anything like it. And she’s moving fast.”
The body he seemed to be leaning against heaved a giant sigh and relaxed. “Thank you, Red,” someone whispered.
That was the last thing he was aware of for a while.
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kaleidoscopeminds · 3 years
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“It brings out your eyes.” for you know xo
hi mandie thank you ily!!!! so!!!! it turns out I can’t go a week without these stupid boys so as it is Wednesday here is a little deleted scene from the ballet boys... sits around the time Calum and Luke are seeing each other. Enjoy, love u endlessly!!!!
“What are you doing?” Calum’s voice mumbles out, hands reaching to keep Luke within his grasp.
Luke wants to sink back into the warmth of Calum, but he knows he can’t. Class starts in just over an hour and he’s already been late once this week because of Calum... Distracting him. 
“Getting up, “ Luke sighs, extracting himself from Calum’s grip and rolling over.
“No, stay,” Calum grumbles into the pillow. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Calum looks up enough to give Luke a suggestive stare, heat pooling in his sleepy eyes, and Luke is so very tempted to slide back towards Calum and let himself get caught up on his lips.
Luke huffs and drags himself out of bed instead. 
“Stop,” he says grumpily but he can’t help but smile at Calum reaching out for him.
“Mm no, you can’t just stand there looking like that,” Calum says, flicking his eyes down Luke’s body.
“Fuck off,” Luke says rolling his eyes and searching around the floor for something to pull on so he can go to the bathroom. 
“No, don’t get dressed,” Calum whines from the bed.
Luke snorts. “I may risk it when its just Michael but I’m pretty sure Ashton is here too,” Luke raises an eyebrow at Calum before giving up and just pulling on a pair of Calum’s boxers which have ended up on his chair with his clean clothes, although he can’t remember them getting mixed up in there.
“Okay, I’ll allow it,” Calum smirks at Luke pulling his own boxers over his legs. “But only because I don’t trust Ashton when faced with a naked Luke Hemmings.”
“Fuck off,” Luke says, reaching back over the bed to punch Calum in the shoulder. Calum takes the opportunity to grab onto Luke’s arm and drag him back towards him. Luke trips back onto the bed, landing half on top of Calum with a loud thump.
“Cal,” Luke whines.
“Hi,” Calum says sweetly, nose to nose with Luke.
Luke can’t help but melt into Calum’s grip, resting his weight on him as Calum’s hands skate up over Luke’s back, one hand coming to curl possessively in the back of his hair and the other lightly brushing over the side of his ribs. 
“See, better if you stay,” Calum says, ghosting his lips over the side of Luke’s jaw, punctuating his sentence with a nip of his teeth.
Luke allows himself one more second in Calum’s arms before dragging himself away. He wants nothing more than to crawl back under the covers with him, but that’s not going to help his attempt for Principal, especially when things are actually going smoothly for once.
“I’m going to shower,” Luke says firmly, turning towards the door.
“Can I come?” Calum says hopefully from behind him.
“No,” Luke says, staying turned towards the door so he doesn’t reveal the smile on his face.
“One day that’ll work, I know it,” Calum says as Luke leaves the room.
Luke tries not to think about how much he likes the idea of Calum being in his bed when he showers and even when he leaves for class. Tries not to imagine Calum wandering about his space even when Luke’s not there like he lives there too. These are all thoughts that belong in the ‘not so casual’ drawer, one which Luke has far too many things bundled and shoved into. It’s basically overflowing at this point, with Calum’s sweet words and home-cooked meals and soft touches. 
Luke shakes his head forcefully and gets out the shower, wrapping his towel around his waist.
He heads back to his room to find Calum in the position he left him in, head smushed back into the pillow and eyes closed again. Luke smiles a little whilst digging around in his drawer to find his clothes. He sighs as he keeps on pulling out Calum’s clothes instead of his own, he didn’t even know he had that much stuff here (they’ve only been doing this thing for three weeks for fuck’s sake) but can’t deny the number of pairs of pants and socks he doesn’t recognise.
He finally manages to extract some things he thinks are his own and starts to get dressed. Predictably, as soon as he drops his towel, Calum seems to wake up again.
“Oi oi,” Calum says, now staring at Luke unabashedly.
Luke just rolls his eyes and pulls on his clothes, putting sweatpants over his dance shorts and pulling on a pale blue hoodie that might be Calum’s (it’s definitely Calum’s), ignoring Calum’s noises of protest as he dresses.
“I’m making tea, are you gonna be up to drink it?” Luke says smirking.
“I’m up, I’m up,” Calum groans rolling out of bed, and Luke can’t help but appreciate Calum’s body as he stretches in front of him, the tattoos across his chest rippling with the movement.
“Now who’s getting distracted,” Calum winks as he pulls on a pair of boxers (Luke’s, he’s pretty sure), and dons a hoodie (also Luke’s, as it happens).
“Fuck off,” Luke says and heads out his door to the kitchen Calum following him, suppressing his laugh in his hand.
Luke brews them both a cup of tea and puts on some toast as Calum drapes his upper body over the counter. He slides the tea over to Calum and they both sip quietly whilst waiting for the toast.
“I can’t believe you’ve got me drinking tea like a bloody Pommie,” Calum says, eyes glittering over his mug.
“It’s the Luke effect,” Luke says smugly, grabbing the toast and buttering both slices before handing one to Calum.
“Take it back, I don’t want it,” Calum says around a mouthful of toast. 
Luke steps on his foot deliberately.
“What are you doing today then?” Luke asks.
“Shift at four, finish at one,” Calum says, frowning slightly. “Should probably go back to mine, you gonna be there?”
“If you want?” Luke says casually, busying himself with crunching his toast.
“Of course,” Calum says quietly, fixing him with a searching look. Luke tries to look indifferent as he sips his tea. “Need a bed warmer,” Calum continues after a moment with a grin.
“Right,” Luke says, rolling his eyes. He downs the rest of his tea to cover his face. “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you later then.”
“Hang on,” Calum says, and drags Luke into his space before he can leave the room. He looks like he’s going to say something then gets distracted by what Luke’s wearing, brows furrowing at the sweatshirt. “Is that mine?”
Luke blushes and chews his lip slightly. “Dunno, might be?” He hedges. “I can wear something else if you want it?”
“No it’s fine,” Calum slides his hands up Luke’s arms with a thoughtful look in his eyes. “Looks better on you anyway. It brings out your eyes.”
If Luke thought he was blushing before its nothing to how hot his face feels now. Calum just laughs and leans in, kissing him softly on the mouth.
“I thought you were going?” He murmurs across Luke’s lips.
“I am,” Luke says huffily. He turns away and Calum smacks his bum as he goes to leave the room, Luke throwing him a dirty look over his shoulder.
“Bye, Pretty Boy!” Calum calls as Luke leaves the room. Luke shakes his head and gives him the finger, but finds himself smiling again as he leaves the flat with Calum in it.
He can’t stop smiling even on his commute into class, hiding it in the neck of the soft jumper, that might smell quite a lot like Calum.
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Okay some of us are now dying to know. What does the morning after look like for SaHyo. I assume with the morning light comes new revelations, and I'm ready. 🦄
tw for mentions of rape
Jihyo woke up before Sana. Her head was pounding and a bit fuzzy, but she generally remembered what happened yesterday. They had gotten drunk, and then they slept together. Jihyo thought she would have more regrets, she had cheated on her husband last night. But honestly, she didn’t feel regret. She felt relieved.
Sana’s body looked like it was glowing with the way the sun shined on it. The sunlight trickled in from the slats in the blinds, illuminating Sana’s naked form. Jihyo wasn’t sure she had ever seen someone that beautiful while they were sleeping. Sana had a few red marks on her neck, and Jihyo would probably feel bad about them later. But for now, she liked them. She had always been territorial. Everything was quiet, and perfect. Jihyo wanted to freeze time and just exist in this moment with Sana. She didn’t want to leave this bed. She didn’t want reality to hit her. She wasn’t ready for it. 
“Jihyo?” Sana muttered as she woke up. “Are you awake?” “Hello.” Jihyo put one hand on Sana’s cheek. Sana was still opening her eyes, clearly still sleepy as Jihyo and her held eye contact. “Good morning sleepy head.” “You should have woken me up when you woke up.” Sana whined, causing Jihyo to giggle at her. SHe hadn’t even noticed how much time she had spent staring at Sana. It was an embarrassing amount, and Jihyo had never been like this before. So soft. So in love. It was scary. 
Sure she had loved Daniel. It took a long time to stop loving him. He was sweet, and their parting was not easy. Especially because he never knew the truth about Dahyun. Jihyo checked in on him sometimes. He had moved to Australia recently, and Jihyo was honestly happy for him. He looked happy there, and Jihyo suspected he may even have a girlfriend. He posted a lot of pictures with her, so she assumed they were probably dating. She didn’t mind like she thought she would have. She still thought he maybe deserved to know about Dahyun. And she would tell him. One day. Whenever she was able to get Minjoon out of her life. 
Her and Minjoon’s relationship had always been complicated. They had never loved each other, but they had been married against both their wills. Jihyo had tried to fight it, but she lost the fight to her family. Minjoon had never treated her well. He was a charming man to most people, but Jihyo saw the real side of him. The ugly side. The night Chaeyoung was conceived had not been something Jihyo wanted to remember. She had tried to fight, but he fought back. She had cried the next day, showering and washing her body repeatedly after he touched it. When he found out Jihyo was still with Daniel, he went mad. He took her phone, deleted her social media accounts, blocked any phone number he did not recognize, and then he forced himself on her. He threatened her, and she knew she was stuck. Everyone trusted him, no one trusted her. 
She had so much fear about Sana. Sure Minjoon was around less now than he was when she was with Daniel, but it still terrified her. He didn’t know Jihyo was bi, so that would likely throw him off their trail for a while. But she wasn’t sure how long they could keep it a secret from him. She had tried to stop herself from falling in love with Sana because of it. She didn’t want Sana to get hurt. But Jihyo had already crossed the line, without even realizing it. She was in love with Sana, and Sana loved her. They had kissed multiple times, and now they had slept together. There wasn’t any going back now.
“-Jihyo?” Sana interrupted Jihyo’s train of thought. “What’s wrong? Oh no do you regret this-”
“The only thing I regret-” Jihyo cut Sana off, leaning forward and kissing her. “Is not doing this sooner.” A blush spread across Sana’s cheeks. 
“W-What about Minjoon-”
“Don’t worry about him.” Jihyo could deal with him. He was her husband after all. Sana didn’t have to worry herself with that. “Why don’t you go shower? I’ll meet you in the dining room for breakfast.” “Where are you going?” Sana asked as she watched Jihyo get dressed. “I’m just going to make a call. It’s for work. I’ll see you in a bit, okay?” Jihyo gave Sana a fake smile. She didn’t want her to know what she was really doing. Sana was so perfect, so pure. Jihyo wasn’t going to drag her into the shitshow that was her marriage. “Okay.” Sana nodded, leaning forward to give Jihyo another kiss. “See you in a bit.” “Yup. See you.” XX Jihyo stared at her phone for the better part of five minutes. She had worked up all this nerve to call Minjoon earlier but all her resolve was lost when she pulled up her husband’s contact on her phone. It was scary. But she had to do this. She couldn’t live with him anymore. If she wanted to be with Sana, she had to get rid of him. 
The phone rang twice before Minjoon picked up. Jihyo had the phone pressed to her ear as she twirled her pen with the other, a nervous habit of hers. “Hello?” He sounded tired. He was on a business trip. Jihyo had no clue where, anytime she tried to ask him and his employees would just say business trip and not answer anymore. 
“Minjoon…” Jihyo took a deep breath. She had rehearsed what she was going to say to him earlier, but it all left her when she heard his voice. 
“Mm… Minjoonie hang up.” Jihyo paused when she heard a woman’s voice. A woman? Why was Minjoor with a woman? Reality hit her like a truck. She wasn’t the only one who wasn’t faithful in this relationship. “Come back to bed.” “One second baby.” Minjoon giggled. “Who is this?” It was then that Jihyo realized she wasn’t using her cell phone. She was using her work phone. Minjoon didn’t have her work phone number saved in his called id. 
“I can’t believe you.” Was the first thing that came out of Jihyo’s mouth. He had been so mad when he found out she was with Daniel. He had hurt her, physically and mentally. And now she comes to find out he’s been cheating too. Suddenly everything makes sense. Why he was constantly away on business trips. Why he never told her where he was going. “Jihyo… Did you hear that?” Jihyo could hear the panic in his voice.
“Yes.” Jihyo nodded. “I can’t fucking believe you.” “You can’ believe me? You fucking cheated on me first!” He argued. 
“Yeah and you- you raped me in response!” Jihyo had never been able to put what happened that night into words. She had hated everything about that night. The only good thing to come out of it was Chaeyoung. “Your a fucking monster.” “I don’t want to hear that from you!” Minjoon argued back. “You dirty cheater!” Jihyo had felt guilty every time she met Daniel after she had married Minjoon. But she had been with Daniel before she had been with Minjoon, and Minjoon knew that. Something else occurred to Jihyo as she formulated her response. Minjoon had been going on these business trips longer than the twins had been alive. He had been doing them since before he even knew about Daniel. “You did it first…” Jihyo sat back in realization. 
“N-No I didn’t!” Minjoon argued. 
“You did… And I’m an idiot.” Jihyo crushed herself. “Minjoon this clearly isn’t working. Can we please just get divorced already dammit?”
“Do you know what our families will say-”
“Fuck them!” Jihyo interrupted. “Please… I’ll do all the work. Just sign the form. You can go be with whoever that girl is and I can be happy.” “Fuck you Park Jihyo.” She heard him growl. “Do whatever you fucking want.” He hung up the phone and Jihyo set the phone down. She should be happy, she got what she wanted. But the conversation had left her tense. 
“Jihyo?” Sana knocked on her office door, startling Jihyo. 
“Come in.” Jihyo put the phone away. 
“What’s wrong? I heard you yelling?” Sana asked as she came into the office. Jihyo patted her lap and Sana climbed into it. 
“Nothing’s wrong Sana.” Jihyo felt all of her anger and bad emotions melt away looking into Sana’s confused doe like brown eyes. “But-” Jihyo interrupted her with a kiss. “Nothing is ever wrong when I’m with you.” And Jihyo meant it.
XX Thedivorce was strangely anticlimactic. Jihyo had expected Minjoon to cause a huge fuss, but he had stayed quiet, signing all of the required legal forms and attending all the legal hearings. Jihyo came to find out why a few weeks later. His new girlfriend, who Jihyo suspected was the girl who’s voice she heard, was pregnant. He announced it to the media about a month after their divorce. They hadn’t made it public how far along she was, but Jihyo found out from her family she was already pregnant before Jihyo had even asked him for the divorce. Sana asks Jihyo if the divorce had anything to do with her, but Jihyo reassures her it had nothing to do with her. The only people who really suffer in the divorce are Dahyun and Chaeyoung. The two girls go through a big change. Their parents got divorced, their dad had a new girlfriend, and they were getting a new half sibling. It was a lot to take at once. But they come to adapt to the changes. Minjoon only takes care of them once a month, for a weekend. Jihyo can’t help but feel nervous anytime they go over to his house, but the court had ordered he spend at least some time with them. 
Dahyun had started asking more and more about her real dad after the divorce. Jihyo tells her a little bit about Daniel, and tells her that he loves her even if he can’t see her. It’s a little white lie, because Daniel doesn’t actually know about Dahyun. But Jihyo knew if he did, he would absolutely love the girl to death. Jihyo decided she would tell him soon, with Minjoon gone Jihyo realized it was finally time. Jihyo had made Dahyun promise to never tell Minjoon about her real father, afraid of how he would react. Dahyun promised, and Jihyo noticed she was actually able to keep the promise. Eventually, Jihyo stops worrying as the girls going over to their dads becomes less frequent. After the birth of their half sister, Minjoon had started seeing the twins even less because he was too busy. They both seemed okay with it, and Jihyo suspected it was because they rarely saw their dad before. Once a month turns into once every six months and once every six months becomes once a year. Jihyo really didn’t hate it, she knew he was their dad but she hated him.
Sana fit perfectly into their lives. The girls had already adored Sana, so finding out their mom and Sana were dating, they were elated. They even started calling her mama. Sana was so happy to be with them, nearly crying when they called her mama. Jihyo finds it adorable how much Sana loves them. 
“Dahyun stop squirming.” Jihyo sighed as she tried to keep Dahyun still. She was holding both of the twins hands, the two seven year olds dressed in nice clothing. “Chaeyoung you too.” “Chaeyoung do you see her?” Jihyo was ignored by the two, who were scouring the crowd for Sana. 
“No.” Chaeyoung nodded, looking all around. “Wait I see her!” Dahyun and Chaeyoung both let go of Jihyo’s hands when they saw Sana. She was still in her graduation robes, walking around looking for Jihyo and the twins like they were looking for her. “Mama!” The twins giggled as they ran to Sana. 
“Dahyun! Chaeyoung!” Sana smiled and opened her arms for them, hugging them both tightly. “Mama you looked so pretty on stage!” Chaeyoung commented as she hugged Sana tightly. “Yeah yeah! You looked so cool! You're a teacher now mama!” Dahyun giggled.
“Thank you girls.” Jihyo locked eye contact with Sana, seeing how her girlfriend was on the verge of tears. Jihyo couldn’t help but get emotional at Sana’s emotional state. They had come so far. They had started as strangers. Sana was her kids nanny, she wasn’t supposed to mean anything to Jihyo. But then they fell in love. And now, here they were. The day Sana was finally graduating and becoming a teacher, like she had wanted to since Jihyo had first met her. Once Dahyun and Chaeyoung had gotten their fix of hugs they stood off to the side and examined Sana’s degree. Jihyo came up to her while the twins were distracted.
“I’m so proud of you.” Jihyo pulled Sana into a kiss. 
“Thank you.” Jihyo loved the teary smile and giggle Sana gave her. “I love you.” Jihyo pulled Sana into another kiss. 
“I love you too.”
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writingfandomfeels · 4 years
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Jack Kelly - Jack Jelly
Request: Hello! Can I request a jealous jack jelly imagine? May I ask for 13. “I thought you agreed I should wear this costume to the party tonight?” “Oh I agreed to you wearing it tonight, but I had no party in mind” with Jack?
A/N: Can you believe I probably originally posted this already a year ago and here I am having to repost it now because I was dumb and accidentally deleted my blog? 
Modern AU
Smut after ~~~
A plastic witch cackled at the door as you entered the costume store with your friends. 
“I’m tellin’ you guys, this place is the shit. Ain’t nobody got better costumes than ‘ere.” Race said. 
“It’s a costume store. How great can it be?” Spot replied flatly. 
Race ran to a child sized devil costume hanging on a rack across the room. “So great it’s even got the perfect costume in a size small enough for you!” He teased, holding up the little red outfit. 
Spot looked from the costume to the blond, unimpressed. “I ain’t wearin’ that. And for your information I’m a size medium.” 
“Ohhh, well that can be arranged.” Race disappeared into the many aisles of the store. 
Holding Jack’s hand, you lead him to a section you saw labeled as couples costumes. You laughed at some of them. “Look,” you held up two large foam based costumes in the shape of bread. “We could be peanut butter and jelly!” 
Before Jack could respond, Romeo came up from behind you, holding up two medieval looking costumes. He handed you one of them. 
“Care to be the Juliet to my Romeo?” He asked with a wink. 
You took the silly medieval hat off the hanger that also held the dress and threw the hat onto your head. “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.” 
Romeo and Jack both just blinked, unable to recognize that you were reciting the play. 
“Uhh… yeah.” Romeo responded, backing away. 
You giggled and took off the hat, hanging it and the dress back up. 
Jack pulled out from the rack a vampire costume. 
“How’s about this?” He suggested, a twinkle in his eye. 
You took the costume with you to the change rooms to try it on. The corset was a little tight around your chest and the skirt was very short, but then again you figured that’s probably how it was supposed to be. Exiting the dressing room you did a twirl, your cape spinning with you. “How do I look?” You asked. 
Romeo, Race, and Elmer were browsing the clothes nearby and all looked over at you when you spoke. Although you’d only intended to get Jack’s reaction, Romeo was quick to comment. 
“Is it true what they say about lady vampires? That they really know how to suck?” Romeo flirted. 
The others laughed. 
“Cute, but you’re not my blood type.” You teased. 
“Aw, c’mon, gimme a chance. You know, your skin wouldn’t still be pale after a night with me!” 
You laughed at Romeo’s remark. “I s’pose there is room for two in my coffin. But I had the spot saved for-” you paused as you turned, not seeing Jack standing nearby anymore. “Jack?” 
You searched the store, eventually finding him holding up two different costumes now, one a cowboy and the other a cowgirl costume. You took the cowgirl costume from him. 
“What’s wrong with this vampire one?” You asked, holding up the cape. 
He shrugged. “Couldn’t find a match for me with it.” 
You tried on the cowgirl outfit, this time the others were somewhere else in the store so only Jack saw the reveal. As with most adult sized halloween costumes it had to be a sexy cowgirl but you didn’t mind. And you loved Jack’s reaction to it. 
He grinned and licked his lips as he admired how you looked. “Yeah, let’s get that one.” 
Later that evening when it was time for the party, you were confused to find that Jack hadn’t actually expected you to wear the cowgirl costume. 
“I thought you agreed I should wear this costume to the party tonight?” 
“Oh I agreed to you wearing it tonight, but I had no party in mind.” Jack smirked. 
You let out a frustrated sigh. “Well I already told them we’d go and this is the only costume I have so I’m going in it anyways.” You stated, leaving the house to wait for him in the car. 
“What? But-!” Jack called after you. 
You could hear the muffled booming stereo even from outside the house but when you opened the front door it was like getting flooded with the bass beat. 
“I’m gonna go get us some drinks!” You shouted to Jack over the music. 
He nodded as he watched you walk away and disappear into the crowd. 
“Y/N!!!” Katherine yelled when she saw you. She was standing with Sarah. The two of them were dressed as Daphne and Velma from Scooby Doo, Katherine’s red hair perfectly fitting the costume. 
“Oh my gosh, you look amazing!” Sarah complimented. 
You thanked her. “Somewhere around here, Jack is a matching cowboy.” 
Continuing to mingle, it took quite some time for you to get the drinks and find Jack again. There were just too many people you knew, and even quite a few you didn’t who wanted to strike up a conversation with you. When you returned to him, you found him already with a drink and looking awfully grumpy with his arms crossed sitting on a sofa. 
“What’s that? Your Spot impression?” You teased, dropping onto the sofa and handing him the glass. 
He took it from you, setting down his nearly empty cup and continued to sip in silence. 
“What’s the matter?” You asked. 
Angrily he made eye contact with you, looked around the room, then back to you, then stood up without saying a word. 
“Jack?” You stood with him. 
He grabbed your arm rather firmly and began walking away, bringing you with him. Deciding he wasn’t going to answer, at least not yet, you chose to stay silent as he pulled you away from the noise of the party and down the hallways to the bedrooms. You passed various people talking and making out in the hallways and dark corners of the house and eventually found yourself in a dark empty bedroom. 
“Jack what-?” You started to say but immediately the boy was on you. 
He pressed his body against yours so that your back was up against the door. “You weren’t supposed to wear this out.” He growled, his lips inches from yours, sending a chill down your spine. “You’re makin’ everyone stare and want you when ya’ all mine.” 
Breathing quicker from the unexpected intensity, your mind raced with the excitement. 
He moved to your ear now, speaking in a rough whisper. “Maybe I need to remind you that you’re mine.” He tugged at your earlobe with his teeth then moved to kissing down your neck. 
~~~
Desperately you wanted more. You pushed away from the door, guiding the two of you to the bed, Jack falling backwards onto it. 
“Oh, sorry!” You apologized, not meaning for him to have fallen. 
He smiled. “You wantin’ to get rough too are ya’?” 
You blushed and moved to begin taking off your costume. 
Quickly Jack sat up, his legs on either side of you. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’?” 
“Getting undressed?” You stated the obvious. 
He brought his hands to your ass, squeezing it and pulling you closer to him. “No you’re not. I want you to wear it.” 
You lifted his cowboy hat a little so you could see his face better before wrapping your arms around his neck. “Oh really?” Slowly you moved into a crouch, trailing your hands down his chest. “What else do you want?” You flitted your eyes from his to the growing bulge in his pants that was now at your eye level. 
He took a deep breath as he considered the offer before shaking his head. “No, you’ve been too much of a tease lately.” He stood, taking your hands in his and pulling you up with him. “I want to fuck you til I’m the only name on your lips.” He whispered. And with that he threw you down, climbing on top and kissing every inch of exposed skin. 
Despite wanting to keep the costume on, Jack did take off the jean short-shorts you’d been wearing as well as his own pants and of course your underwear. He slid a finger up your slit, earning a shaky sigh from you. He pulled a condom out from his pocket, putting it on then teasing your entrance with the tip. You moaned softly, fluttering your eyes closed in anticipation. Without notice, you felt him roll the two of you over so you were now on top. 
You sat up, staring at him dumbfounded. 
“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” He winked. 
You pressed your lips together to hold back the laugh that wanted to explode at the ridiculous joke, knowing that if you started giggling you’d end up in a laughing fit and never get back to the action at hand. Instead, you carefully positioned yourself over him and slid down onto his length. 
“You seems awfully cautious for the wild west.” He criticized. 
Taking the hint to get rougher with him, you took the lasso from his costume and pushed his hands so they were over his head, tying his wrists together. As you leaned forward tying the knots, you made sure to linger by his ear. 
“That wild enough for you, boss?” You whispered then bit at his neck. 
You felt him shiver underneath you, his chest rising and falling quicker than before. Rolling your hips against him, he let out a groan and bucked his hips up to meet yours. Quickly you fell into a fast paced rhythm with him, your bodies colliding together like violent waves on a jagged cliffside. 
“Fuck sugar, I want to touch you real bad.” He whined after it was becoming too much. “You look so good up there.” 
You untied his hands. “Then touch me.” 
Without hesitation he brought one hand to one of your hard nipples, the other to your clit. Furiously he rubbed tight circles on your bud, causing you to let out a loud cry of pleasure. Luckily the party was so loud you didn’t need to worry about keeping quiet. 
“Ah, shit Jack.” You moaned. 
“That’s right doll, say my name.” He commanded, relentlessly continuing to pleasure you.  
As you got closer and your thrusts became sloppier he gripped your hips, pulling you to him hard. His name echoed off the shadowed walls as you shrieked in euphoria. Jack let out a loud groan as he came too. 
A peaceful sleepiness washed over you and you flopped down next to him on the bed. He brushed the hair away from your face, admiring how lovely you looked even in the darkness, the only light shining in from the gentle glow of the moonlight outside the window. 
“Were you really jealous?” You asked, closing your eyes and cuddling into him. 
“What? ‘Course I was.” Jack answered. “Did ya’ not see how everyone be lookin’ atchu tonight? Not to mention Romeo flirtin’ with ya’ earlier.” 
You rolled your eyes. “That’s just Romeo though. You know he means no harm.” 
“Still,” he paused, “when they all were seein’ how good you looked in that vampire costume… well… I didn’t like it. That’s why I wanted just us tonight. But then I saw the cowgirl costume and I knew you’d look damn good in it too. But I got it wanting it to be for just me. I didn’t even want us to go to the dumb party.” 
You stared at him as he lay on his back, eyes to the ceiling. “I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t know you were feeling that way.” 
Sitting yourself up so you were leaning on one arm you gently cupped his cheek with your hand and placed a soft kiss to his lips. 
He smiled. “Well, after all that I think I can forgive ya’.” 
You giggled and kissed him again. 
“Hey! Wait a second!” You exclaimed. 
He sat up a bit, leaning on his arm too, looking at you puzzled. 
“We really should have gone with the peanut butter and jelly costumes! ‘Cause you’ve been so jelly!!!” 
“Oh geez.” Jack fell back into the bed, unamused by the stupid humor but unable to hide his smile. 
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Every breath you take. - 4
You never got the time or the possibility to recover from your last visit. When you woke up the next day, you found messages on your phone of unknown numbers, but you replied exclusively to the one you supposed was sent to you by Risotto with the date of your next workday. He never replied back, and you were grateful as you meekly asked your fiance how one would go ahead and delete some messages from your phone. He looks at you with a strange glint in his eyes, but gave you instructions nevertheless. You didn’t know how to behave now that they got your phone number, your phone was brand new and getting something else would infuriate your parents. You weren’t really well versed in electronics either and you really wanted to avoid your loved ones being involved in this ordeal.
You just stewed in your own worries during the days you were supposed to enjoy before stepping inside that building again. But the newfound knowledge of their interest, of their odd fascination with you, made you jumpier and more nervous than usual. You refused to meet with your friends and your darling, pointing to your need for some alone time and relaxation. Your fiance couldn’t really understand the root of your change and you could see and hear he was starting to grow suspicious of something. Of what, you have no idea, but he did come by your house uninvited with the pretense of paying a little visit to his in-laws and his beloved.
He would hover around you and glance over your shoulder as you picked up your phone to check the time. You didn’t know what he was doing, but decided to question him. You really didn’t have the energy to deal with other stress and your mind was occupied with thoughts of impeding doom and creepy men lurking and observing you at every corner. When you did confront him, later that evening, he just stuttered his words and babbled about you acting weird. At the sight of your tired face, he sighed and admitted he may have got the tiniest bit insecure. Not wanting to meet with him was a big deal and since he talked to you about his intention to support you during your studies, you got more and more distant.
“Oh.” Your tone was worn-out, but not flat. You really were getting rusty with noticing other people’s emotions and you felt insanely bad at the idea of your dear fiance worrying about you losing interest in him. You just scooted closer to him, rested your head on his shoulder and inhaled deeply. You reassured him; you did love him, you did want that future to be with him. You just had too much to think about these days and you didn’t want to dump all your worries, your moody swings onto him. He kept silent for a few moments before sighing and apologizing; he said he knew it would be good for your relationship if he didn’t voice his doubts, you were supposed to be a team after all.
In the overwhelming yet gentle atmosphere that built up in that intimate hug, you felt your shoulders relax and give in slowly. You felt days, weeks and even months’ worth of stress drip down your skin and leave your body, the warmth and smell of your fiance enough to lure you into a sleepy haze. Just when you were letting yourself falling asleep on his shoulder, you heard the loud ring of your phone and jumped out his arms just when he shot up from the surprise as well. Confused, you reached for the device and checked the screen.
“I don’t know who it is,” you stated, your voice low and concerned. You turned to your fiance and he simply gave you a shrug, looking over the screen to see if he could recognize the number. When you two established that you didn’t know who was calling you, you left the phone ring until it stopped a minute after. You exhaled with relief washing over your body and was about to ask your sweetheart if he wanted to get out for some fresh air when the phone started to ring again. You grimaced and he noticed your tension, your muscles strained and eyes narrowed to the point he could hardly see them. He gave the phone a quick glance, noticed it was the same number as before and suggested that maybe it was important. At your silence, he showed all his worry.
“Let me answer,” he didn’t phrase it as a question or a request, but as a statement. You looked at him just for a second before handing him the phone. Maybe you should have considered your options better and simply told him it was probably some prankster, but your anxiety got the better of you and the possibility of someone else dealing with the weight of that burden was nothing but a sweet and soothing promise. You observed as he pressed a key and brought the phone to his ear, greeting whoever was on the other side. There was silence for a slow second before you could hear a deep voice replying back from the speaker of the cellphone. You rested your head on your fiance’s chest, embracing him, as guilt started to mount inside of you: you could recognize Risotto’s tone of voice. In your new position, you could make out the words spoke by both of them.
“Yes, this is [Y/n]’s phone,” he replied, and you choked on a sob. He glanced at you, but you didn’t elaborate on the reason you were suddenly scared of his words. You never, ever gave your first name to those men, yet they seemed to know it. Or your fiance just outed your identity to those demented mobsters. In any case you couldn’t really stomach the thought of even one of them calling you by your actual name.
“And who is this?” You heard Risotto’s question and the heavy implication behind his words. Your fiance was mostly unaware of what he was facing for you, but you felt his arms tighter around your body as he heard the menacing note in the other man’s voice.
“I’m their fiance,” his answer was followed by silence. The lack of noise besides your breathing, which picked up at some point in the conversation, made your chest hurt and your stomach feel heavy. You were so close to just snatching your phone back and deal with the possibility of your fiance thinking you were hiding something from him, until you could keep that world away from him. Your body was frozen though, your muscle stiff with fear and the bile collecting in your throat was threatening to spill out. “Any who are you?” Your never felt closer to puking than when you heard your darling’s harsh tone in that moment.
“I’m Risotto Nero,” you noticed how your fiance was holding back a bark of laughter at the mention of the mobster’s name. He then casted his eyes to you and raised an eyebrow, silently asking if you knew anyone with that name. You looked away and then nodded when you met his eyes again. Your seemingly demure reaction made him all the more wary, but the light in his eyes told you he wasn’t mad at you. “They are supposed to come by tomorrow. I need to speak to them.”
Realization dawned over your fiance and he frowned deeply. He told the man you were busy, he could take and deliver his message to you without problems. He slapped away your hands when you tried to pick your phone from his grip, a gesture that surprised you and then you pleaded softly for him to hand you the device. You hoped your voice was low enough not to be heard by Risotto, but you picked up voice when he declared to your sweetheart to pass the phone just like you asked. Your fiance shot you a glare, but his face softened when he saw just how on edge you were.
He gently caressed your cheek before handing the phone to you. You brought it to your ear and listened to the calmer words of the man you were supposed to face the next day; he was requesting various services you usually didn’t perform and had your shiver down your spine. It would take you a bit more time than usual to finish your job, you contemplated, and you closed the call with a small, defeated voice getting out of you. You almost forgot your fiance was right besides you until you felt his hand on your back, a sweet call to hug him to find some kind of comfort.
“Tomorrow, I’m coming with you.” The resolution in his voice, as well as his eyes, didn’t allow you to counter his declaration.
You found yourself, the following morning, in your fiance’s car. Heading to that house with him near you seemed like a fairytale until you caught a glimpse of the roof of the building in the distance and images of those men’s actions flooded your brain. You started to stay quiet and answering more sporadically to the man in the driver seat as you approached, and you told where to stop. You tried to convince him to park a few houses over, but you already told him the address and he was being stubborn about stopping right in front of the door. No one was driving on that street and you were sure you’d see barely any traffic for a while. It was a concept you never considered before, but now it was buzzing in your head and you couldn’t get it out. If they wanted to hurt the two of you, those guys could kick down that door and come for you right in that moment.
With your mind preoccupied with morbid ideas, you didn’t notice how your fiance was trying to get your attention. Your eyes were focused on the door, on the windows, on any opening that could lead those men out or let them spy on you while you were apprehensively seated in that car. Were they watching your right in that moment? The light didn’t allow you to look inside the house, you couldn’t make out silhouettes behind the glasses. The swirl of anxious thoughts heightened your senses and when you felt a kind hand on your shoulder, you nearly jumped out of your own skin. Holding your bag tight against your chest, you looked over to your companion.
“I will come to pick you up later, alright?” He asked and you nodded, grasping at the prospect of seeing your partner again that day to power through the hours you were supposed to spend there. You got closer to him, just enough to leave peck on his lips, before walking out the car and bending down to talk to him with the door still wide open. “If you finish early, we can go out. We haven’t had a date in a while.” You smiled at him and accepted his invitation with a brimming heart. He grinned back and said his goodbyes.
You stepped away from the car, closing the door, and watched him drive away. With the vehicle farther and farther away, you had the sudden realization that you lacked a mean to flee in case you were dealing with something dangerous today. You mentally tortured yourself, how could you be so dumb? In mist made of anxieties and fears fogging your brain, you didn’t think that the temporary comfort of your fiance’s presence couldn’t trump over your need to have an escape plan. You considered dialing your darling’s number and call your employer to let them know you were sick, you couldn’t possibly compromise the team’s health. But you were standing right in front of house and you were sure their eyes were already on you.
You sighed, breath wobbly just as much as your legs, and reached in your bag to fish one of the gifts you got last time. You didn’t touch anything until yesterday to dump everything on your desk and look over the objects given to you. You considered just throwing all of them in the trashcan, but you were sure they’d be curious over why you didn’t have them with you or if you were wearing them. Consequently, you elected to bear with the disgust of wearing one of them. You swallowed and looked over the headband in your hand, the only accessory you got that would make sense wear if you took in consideration the type of work you were supposed to do for them. You checked once more if your fiance’s car was in sight and then slide the headband over your head, keeping your hair away from your eyes.
With heavy steps, you walked to the door and opened it. You tiptoed inside and left your stuff at the same spot, hanging the coat this time. You kneeled to the ground and took out a small lock you got these days, closing it around the zipper of your bag in order to keep the contents safe from their prying hands. You got up and pocketed the little key, glancing down the hallway as you stood up once again. No one was in front of you, but you knew they would be around somewhere – not that you cared enough to look for them. You slowly stepped over the door of the kitchen, the closest room to the entrance, and glanced inside.
You didn’t see any mobster, but you could see the absolute mess that was the room. Your heart stopped for what seemed an eternity as you looked over the piles of plates, pots, glasses in the sink and the overflowing can of garbage resting just besides the fridge. You stalked to the counter and was nauseated to see how dirty it was. Opening the refrigerator, you were met with emptiness besides few ingredients that looked way too specific for not being placed intentionally by someone. You exhaled with frustration and whipped your head towards the table on the other side of the room. It wasn’t cleaned up, the sight making you grit your teeth.
You decided to give up on the kitchen and went to the living room. There you found the entire team, sitting in complete silence besides the low murmur of the television. They turned as soon as they say your moving shadow, some smirking up at you and some keeping a stoic face as they looked you up and down. Ghiaccio seemed the only one to flinch just barely, an arrogant grin splitting his lips soon after. As you noticed his attitude, you gave a quick glance at the other men in the room; some were searching your body for a sign of something they didn’t seem to find, some frowned at the sight of you after their initial grin fell, others seemed simply confused by your view. You squirmed under their eyes, pressing your legs so close to each other that you could feel them tremble and creak by the sheer pressure.
Ghiaccio stood up from his spot on the sofa, walking towards you under the scrutiny of his fellow teammates, all the while almost beaming. That smile, however, looked distorted and crooked in your eyes as he approached your frozen body and raised his hands to go at either side of your head. You squeezed your eyes shut and heard him grunt lightly, making you practically visualize his eyes rolling at you. You felt his fingers grab at the headband you were wearing, pulling the string and widening it a bit before letting it go gently, with the tips of your ears secured under the cloth. You held your breath the entire time and opened your eyes just when you felt his fingers brushing some hair behind your ears. He was so close, and you had to resist the urge to just shove him away.
“I knew this would suit your tastes,” he moved his head after speaking and regarded his colleagues with mockery in his voice. He sarcastically asked them what they thought about your new accessory, weren’t you just perfect like that? You didn’t have the bravery to look at them as they either grunted and whined or told him to shut up. Ghiaccio returned his attention to you. “Good choice.” His words made you almost gag, but you decided to raise your eyes and take into consideration the others before you started to week in front of the bespectacled man.
With horror, you noticed none of the gents in the room seemed to be too happy with the new development and you were so close to fainting by the intensity of their eyes that you didn’t know where or how you found the strength to step back from Ghiaccio, take a deep breath and start to speak hurriedly.
“I appreciated all your gifts,” you didn’t know what to add, what to say to make them stop looking at you like they wanted to set you on fire. You didn’t even know how you were blocking yourself from falling down on your knees and beg for them to stop, to leave you alone and stop whatever machismo-filled competition they thought they could take on you or whatever it was they were doing. But then you just averted your eyes and looked at the floor before speaking up again. “Thank you so much, I didn’t have time to reciprocate.” Before anyone could assure you that it wasn’t needed or that maybe there were ways you could return the favor, Formaggio broke the silence.
“What the fuck? You guys gave them gifts?” He sounded incredulous, almost as if he was outraged by his teammates’ gesture towards you. Illuso told him it wasn’t their fault if he was inconsiderate and idiotic enough to let the possibility pass him by. You could only stand still as the two of them started to argue, Formaggio’s yelling while Illuso was barely raising his voice to mock him. You could see Ghiaccio imperceptibly trembling before he whipped his entire body in their direction to scream at them, adding to the general chaos.
Melone’s complaining, directed to you, was soon added to the choir of voices. He ignored his teammates to whine directly to your face about your bare hands. He was getting close and went to grab your wrists to display your fingers fully, but Prosciutto stopped him just in time and regarded you with more annoyance than you were used to from him. He questioned you about the jewelry you found, if you liked it or if you preferred something else – fancier or more sober. He swore he understood that wearing expensive accessories during a cleaning job wasn’t ideal, but he was rather disappointed in seeing you pick another gift over his. Melone agreed with his words and you really, really wanted to make a run for the door right in that moment.
While Pesci and Risotto elected to stay back, with Risotto’s imposing body blocking the view of the window as he leaned on the sill, the others started to close up on you with various degrees of urgency. Illuso was almost calm, just inserting himself to generate some friction between the others; Ghiaccio shifted from complimenting you for the choice and yelling to the point of making you wince; Formaggio was promising he’d get you double the amount of gifts you got this time if you just gave him a list or something, he wasn’t that good with presents. Prosciutto was harshly telling the others to leave you be while taking the time to get closer to you, the ghost of his arm over your shoulders like an unwelcome promise, whilst was asking you if you would let him know if he got your finger size right.
You felt like you were suffocating and took a step back into the hallway, feeling the back of your head colliding with Prosciutto’s arm. He took your movement as an invite to finally rest his arm on your body in a motion mocking one of comfort. When you tried to move further back, you felt his fingers dig into your skin replacing a stern warning, so you just stood still and listened to their voices wash over you like tides. Couldn’t they get that you were anxious? Wasn’t it evident? Did they just not care enough, would they subject someone to their incessant attentions? Talk about taking a mile; you were practically slipping and on the verge of collapsing whereas they were trying to prevail and metaphorically (or literally, you didn’t think they minded) get their claws all over you.
Your afflictions were interrupted by Risotto approaching silently. When some of the men caught and followed your frightened gaze to his figure, they stopped talking and some even stepped aside to allow their boss easier access to your personal space. You felt Prosciutto tense around you, his hand sliding across your back, leaving a trail of shivers and coldness in its wake, but without letting you go completely. When his steps came to a halt, Risotto wasn’t standing in front of you, rather he was at your side. He was still towering over you with an impassible look, those pitch-black eyes boring into yours.
Quickly yet steadily, he took hold of Prosciutto’s hand and lifted it from where it was resting, right on your shoulder blade. His grip must have been pretty loose taking into account how effortlessly Prosciutto dropped his arm, despite the earnestness to do so. The stillness of the room now that Risotto intruded in the scene was as nerve-wracking as the previous turmoil, with the added bonus of the boss of a mob group hovering over you. You didn’t have enough courage inside you to maintain eye contact with him, opting to avert your eyes and fixing all your attention to the ground.
“You didn’t come alone today,” his voice rumbled low and you jumped, scared. You initially shook your head, deciding only after a while to use your voice and confirm you were escorted this time. Maybe you should have lied, but you were sure it would have made things worse; Melone and Ghiaccio’s faces lightened up simultaneously and they abruptly offered you to drive you home after your were done with cleaning, Melone with clear enthusiasm while Ghiaccio stayed calmer yet smugger in his proposing. You stalled for a good minute, which made Melone repeat his offer and Ghiaccio bark out to give him an answer right away. Then Risotto voice silenced the both of them. “I’m sure they won’t be left alone. Or so was their intention.”
It unnerved you how he spoke in definitive statements, like he could read you and your apprehension without effort. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and noticed how he was still single-mindedly watching at you. As soon as your eyes locked together, he latched onto that eye contact like a leech and made you afraid to turn away again with the simple intensity of his stare. There was a flash of a smirk, gone as soon as it came. “You have much to do. Let’s hope you can finish in time.” With his final words, he was gone.
He walked past you and you followed him with your eyes, up the stairs until he disappeared. You didn’t hear his footsteps on the upper floor, but you heard the click of his office’s door. For a moment you completely forget about all the other men breathing down your neck, but you were quickly brought back to your current situation when you heard Prosciutto clear his throat. You whipped your head and were faced with confused, somewhat exasperated faces. You were panicking once again and, against every fiber of your body, wished their boss would be back just to shield you from their gazes. You asked them if they had anything special for you to do today. Prosciutto smacked Melone on the back of his head as soon as he opened his mouth.
After hearing some of them – Prosciutto needed help with his suits, Illuso wanted you to take care of the mirrors a bit more, Formaggio’s drawers were brought up by Ghiaccio because of the stink. You just smiled unsure and listened to all of it before walking away as soon as they were done.
If you were surprised earlier about the state of the kitchen, you jaw dropped when you took in the situation in the bathrooms and the bedrooms. If an earthquake came and swallowed the house, you’d have less to do: clothes, beauty products, hair, piles of plastic plates and anything else that could be thrown on a floor, were there; the beds were obviously messed up beyond normal use, some had the blankets all the way to the floor, some pillows covered in hair. The bathrooms were foggy, visibly sticky and damp from recent use, with little care to put away brushes, hairdryers or bottles. When you checked the trashcan by the toilet on the upper floor, you found tissues of questionable nature and were grateful you didn’t have anything in your stomach in that moment.
For the entire day, everyone under that roof tried to lure you away from your duties, adding task after task to your workload. Some were harmless enough, but other requests made you close to punch the man in front of you in the teeth. Prosciutto looked you over when you were carefully dealing with his suits, eyeing the expensive brands on their tags, when he grabbed a jacket from your hands and draped it over you shoulders; he pressed the cloth to your skin, moving your head from side to side, before humming approvingly and letting you continue with your job. You didn’t see him all day after that. Melone was following you around, enduring in pestering you about his offer to escort you home with his motorbike, until he dragged you to their garage to show it off and then ask you to clean it under his supervision when you didn’t seem to impressed by the vehicle. Ghiaccio came between the two of you with car keys in his hand and the demand to follow him on his lips, followed by the order to sit down in the passenger seat to try it out.
When you went to dust off the mirror in one of the bathrooms, you felt like you could see Illuso’s reflection staring back at you and almost cried as you turned around to recompose yourself. You freaked out, much to Illuso’s enjoyment, when you felt a hand on your back, and he asked you if you were done with the bathroom because he has to use it. You slammed the door on your way out, eliciting a bark of laughter from the man behind the door. Pesci was quiet most of the day, staying in the living room and keeping silent while you were busy vacuuming, and you were so grateful for his timid demeanor. He just muttered to you to question if you liked the chocolate he left you, with you giving an answer with an unsteady smile about your appreciation, a void and cordial statement. He got up after that, heading upstairs and coming back few minutes later to hand you some more sweets. You smiled again and bit down on a piece, a row of pearly whites offered to him with hope he won’t pressure you past that. Formaggio decided to sit on the countertop while you slaved away in the kitchen, altering between enquiries about what you’d like as a gift and jokes about how adorable you looked with rubber gloves and dark circles, observing you scrubbing pots. You weren’t sure he understood the concept of compliments.
In spite of all the distractions and all their attempts to make you stay overtime to finish, you managed to complete your job in time, toeing the deadline you decided with your fiance. You collected your things as relief washed over you, waving at whoever you met on your way to the entrance. Out of the door in no time, you stood as close to the road as you could without risking being run over. You waited and waited, occupying yourself with removing the lock on your bag and taking off the headband, throwing glances in the direction of the street to see if your fiance was arriving. You fished you phone and checked the time; it was quickly ticking away, but seconds almost stopped when half an hour passed without seeing your darling.
You peeked over your shoulders to verify if you were alone so you could take a call and be sure your partner was coming. You noticed that the door was closed, but with the shifting of the sun, the shadows at the windows were pretty visible. You trembled and your fingers clenched around your phone, trailing your eyes to the outline of the city in the horizon. Due to nerves, you almost threw your phone when it ringed and vibrated between your finger. You didn’t even check the number of the display, you just brought the device to your ear and sighed with relief at the sound of your fiance’s voice.
“Where are you?” You tried to hide the fear in your voice, crush any type of worry so that you could reassure him that you were fine and he could simply drive here, pick you up and you’d deal with your emotions in the intimacy of your house. You understood you failed in your intent when he apologized with more emphasis than necessary.
“I’m sorry, I really am,” you heart sunk at his words, the deep chagrin that his words carried didn’t help your aching mind to relax when you heard the door behind you open. You turned around as you listened to your fiance tell you how his car broke down when he tried to start it earlier. You didn’t even check to see if cars were coming, you just retreated to the other side of the road while keeping your eyes on Risotto, now standing on the doorway. Your fiance continued to address his inability to come and pick you up, but he was still up to hang out this evening. You hung up after hastily saying goodbye. You dialed your father too, but he was busy at work; your mother didn’t have a license. Your friends were all busy or didn’t own a phone.
You raised your eyes to see Risotto still at the door, then turned towards Naples. It was at least an hour on foot just to reach the edge of the city, but you could do it. You’d prefer the pain in your legs than staying in a car or on a bike with any of those men. As you were seriously considering starting to walk, Risotto called out for you and you regarded him with shock at how quickly and silently he approached you. Standing a few meters from you, looking down, he was smirking in an attempt to seem friendly. Or maybe he was really mocking you.
“No one can come,” you supposed it was a question, but the inflection of his voice didn’t make it sound so. His low voice, the finality of his phrasing, made you shiver, and a cold feeling reached your bones to poison you from the inside. You were sure you would die, if not by his hands, by the sheer terror that was snaking up your soul. “We can drive you. I will come too, I won’t leave you alone.” Maybe he meant to be reassuring, that you won’t be alone with one of him men to do whatever they wanted with you. But you just hated, loathed the constant threat of refusing them. He gave you the choice between the two vehicles they had, and you thanked whatever god was taking pity on you that you at least saw them earlier.
Accordingly, you found yourself in the passenger seat of Ghiaccio’s car as you were escorted to your house. You opted to take the car, to Melone’s displeasure, after some considerations: the street to your apartment was narrow, steep, and a car wouldn’t fit in any way. If Melone was the one bringing you home, he could argue that it was not problem to drop you right in front of your door and you really, really, really wanted to avoid them knowing your exact address. With Ghiaccio’s car, you could make him park somewhere far away and decide to walk home the remaining distance, no matter the time it would take. And more, it allowed you to stay as far away from both Ghiaccio and Risotto, despite their lack of seatbelts.
The drive was painfully, but thankfully, silent. You kept your eyes in front of you, following the street so that you could protest any turn you didn’t like. Luckily, Ghiaccio didn’t seem to steer away from the route you gave him and Risotto didn’t chime in to give him different instructions. You just sat with tensed muscles, with your bag clutched in your arms and pressed on your chest. When you got to a crowded plaza, not too distant from your destination, you told Ghiaccio to stop and he did so without second thoughts. You thanked both of them for the ride, but you were simply met with aloof faces and goodbyes. They didn’t seem to be moving when you stepped away, so you dived into a cafe shop nearby and waited by the storefront to observe them. Some time later, you saw Prosciutto approach the car and get in. The car was therefore started and the three of them drove away.
You waited around ten minutes before paying for the coffee you bought to pass the time and started to walk with lighter steps towards your home. When you got there, you called your fiance and set the time for your date. You got ready and enjoyed a casual, carefree evening with him. The tension melted away and you could only fill your mind with happy memories to ward off the nightmare you were living. When you laid in your bed later that night, you slept peacefully for the first time in a few days.
The next day, your mother asked you to go grocery shopping and you considered the long walk and late hours of the day before were enough for your poor legs. You took your car keys and went to open the door. You froze when you noticed it wasn’t locked and wondered if you were truly dumb enough to leave the door open all day. Peering inside, you saw a package sitting right on the driver seat with a neat note on top of it, reading a simple ‘I already know’ in hurried yet confident handwriting.
You decided to walk, after all.
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12/31/2020 (14 months after the event)
Happy New Years!
It has been a rather weird year, hasn’t it? While some days from this year feel like they were only yesterday, others feel like half a decade ago. To be quite frank, the same applies to the last time I saw you. I’m sure if you saw this you would go “blah blah, you say the same thing every time you write.” While this is true, I can’t help it. I started taking new medication, as of 14 days ago. My psychiatrist, I have one of those now-- along with a therapist haha, recommended me getting put on escitalopram for my severe anxiety. It’s always been pretty bad, but over the course of the past 14 months, it has skyrocketed pretty high. Isn’t it strange how our minds develop as we get older? Survival of the fittest? Or is it just adaptation? The human body is pretty neat, let alone our brain. 
I was going through my photos the other day, and got the sudden urge to delete all of them. Of course, I’m not as crazy as just upright deleting them-- so I uploaded all of them onto a drive, and then deleted them from my phone. All of them. Decided it was time for a fresh start, why not start with the one thing I open every day, right? I decided earlier today, about a week after I deleted all of my photos, that I would go into my drive to try and find a photo from September that I downloaded from a manga I was reading. Of course I got sidetracked, I scrolled to 2014 and was going through all of my old photos with my brother and my family, and then suddenly I got to 2017 and there it was. The black and white photo of you and I at the parking deck, both of us laughing as hard as we possibly could. I smiled softly of course, as the beautiful memory came rushing over me. But then something hit me. For some reason, this isn’t how I remember you. My brain forgot what you looked like, or at least started trying to. It’s been about a year since I last saw a photo of you. While the brain is so incredibly amazing, it has a bad habit of memories starting to fade, especially when it’s a person attached to bad memories as well. It works in some cases, where people are trying to forget-- but even still it does the opposite and leaves the person going “Why can’t I forget you!?”. Strange, right? The human mind is so beautiful. I can still hear you talking to me sometimes, if I try hard enough. Lately, I haven’t been so hard on myself. I’m trying to figure myself out still, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it is okay that I still love you. I know I more than likely always will. That’s what love is, right? Being able to love and never losing that love, no matter what happens. 
All of this being said, I figured I would kind of recap everything that has happened in the wonderful year of 2020. It has been one hell of a ride.
January, the month of my brother’s 15th birthday. He was so happy and we all celebrated his birthday with him the following weekend. We also went hiking the same month, while it was cold; my mother, brother, and I had a blast. This month was mostly just working and being lazy on my off days. I had a fall out with my best friend.
February, I had a love hate relationship with this month. I tried dating someone new, I saw that you had gotten in a relationship two months prior and figured it was time for me to try and move on as well. Needless to say, dude was a douchebag and was a very violent individual. I left him within 3 weeks. My birth father, his newlywed wife, my cousin from my favorite uncle, whom I had never met until then, and I all went to Ruby Falls. It was quite a beautiful journey. Whilst I fought with my father, it turned out to be an okay experience. Later in the month, I ended up getting into a fight with my landlord, who was demanding that I pay extra, even though I was not behind on any payments. I ended up cooperating with them, so that I didn’t lose my home. I celebrated my little sister’s fifth birthday.
March, I lost my job. Millions and millions of other people did as well. Covid-19 struck the world. I took it lightly and just assumed that yet again, the media was blowing things out of proportion. My landlord wasn’t understanding of the fact I was put out of work, along with millions of others. They ended up being generous for the month after I showed them statistics. I ended up being lazy, doing nothing but watching Netflix and Disney plus for the entire month.
April, Corona Virus was boring at this point. We had all been told, “Oh! We’ll all be open for business again in the next two weeks!”. That was the first week of March, and it was now April. The government didn’t give us any kind of help until the last week, so that kind of fucked me. I spent most days laying in bed on TikTok. I also got super into streaming in the beginning of this month, and my platform was finally starting to take off.
May, unemployed for two months. I debated taking a job at a warehouse. Unfortunately, the media deterred me from doing so. There was a spike of cases in my state; it was terrifying. I didn’t leave my house much. I got my dog, for the first time in 4 years. It was beautiful, I cried. He was so happy to be back home. I started a routine of watching anime every morning at 7 am and then going for a walk. I wanted to get back into a daily routine, regardless if I had a job or not. I was falling behind on bills, and I really needed to distract myself. I started getting into digital art, rather than traditional, for the first time ever. I stopped making my music.
June, I reconnected with a lot of old online friends from 2013. It was strange and I didn’t really know how to feel about it. It was nostalgic in a way, spending late nights on discord calls. I didn’t really enjoy it all too much, I felt like it all needed to stay in the past. I started anti-depressants, again. This time it was Prozac. It made me feel extremely drowsy, and made me feel out of body most of the time. I tried to date, again. An old friend that I had from 2013, we reconnected and even though they were out of state, I decided-- “Hey, maybe this will be good for me. I don’t have to worry about them getting aggressive with me, we can take things slow, and we can pace ourselves.” Oh man, if only I knew. He flew down to my state, met the family, was extremely respectful and even stayed in a hotel the first trip. Everything seemed to be going okay.
July, my 21st birthday. Did I drink? No. Sounds crazy, right? I had about half a drink, and decided I just didn’t want any. I had stopped taking my antidepressants, the new boyfriend had said that I wasn’t acting right. It fed into my suspicion, that the meds weren’t doing a whole lot for me. They were just making me really sleepy and on edge all the time. The new boyfriend had come down again for my birthday and mother’s birthday, since we share the same birth week. Celebrated with my mom, her best friend, and I. July was pretty hectic, since I had decided I would be moving to West Virginia on August 5, 2020.
August, I moved to West Virginia. I packed up all of my belongings, uprooted everything I had ever known, hugged my family goodbye, and got into the back of a truck with a u-haul attached to it. I rode in the back of the vehicle for 14 hours, fell asleep in Kentucky, woke up in Ohio. It was daylight by the time we approached West Virginia. It was so beautiful, all of the mountains. I was moving into the house in which he lived in, which his sister was next door on one side, and his parents on the other side. We had the nice river breeze, since Ohio river was within eyesight. I lived in the Tri-state area so it was Pennsylvania on one side, Ohio on the other, and us-- five minutes to each state. It was a good first couple of days. Then we got into our first fight. I was unable to work, since I left my car behind. Luckily, I had saved up a bunch of money for me to be able to buy one. He hit me with really low blows, saying I didn’t need to work-- since women weren’t good for that kind of thing. It hurt, to be honest. I had never seen him like this before, in the eight years I had known of his existence. He had been with me in my hometown for three weeks and not once acted like this. I walked on eggshells, bought a car with my hard earned money, then got a management job at the Domino’s that was ten minutes from my town I was living in. Towards the end of the month, he got aggressive with me. He stopped working the same week I had moved in, he had no car. He had no ambition, he decided to just give up. Maybe that’s what I tried to see, maybe-- just maybe I could help him find some ambition. I wanted to save him, in a way? We got into a severe fight, I couldn’t take it anymore-- I fought back, and he ended up swinging on me.
September, I packed all of my belongings that I could into my tiny little Toyota, and left in the middle of the night. I had one thing on my mind, and that was to go to my mom’s house. My mother had known how bad he had gotten, since he acted such a way with my mother on the phone, unknowingly. I drove for 15 hours, well 13 but with rest stops to nap for a bit since I was running off of no sleep, but I finally ended up back home. I ended up staying with my mom for a bit. Later had to relocate, so I moved in with an old friend. Started streaming again.
October, Worked. Literally worked the entire month, my entire existence fell into dread. I became overly aware of how much time had passed. I felt like I had been doing nothing. I dreaded the last day of the month, every day just gave me more and more sadness.  I didn’t want the day to come. I started dreaming of you more and more and more. Halloween came, I decided to look at it differently, I started to thank you-- rather than try to hate you. I came to the conclusion that I would never hate you.
November, Thanksgiving! I started to become grateful, moved back into my mom’s house. It was a bumpy ride, but I managed to get back into the habit of doing healthy things. Started going to the gym again, drinking more water. I told my father he was dead to me, haven’t spoken to him since. I got to spend Thanksgiving with my real family, my mother and her best friend’s family. They watched me grow up since the day I was born. It was so much better than any other holiday I had ever had up to this date.
December, I started a new form of medicine. This time it was for anxiety, since that’s the main factor of my illness-- or so we think so far. I am on escitalopram, and I started it the week before Christmas. I got to see my real family again. It was nice, but this time I got to reunite with my childhood best friend for the first time in fifteen years. It was so lovely. I have become almost bedridden again, but it won’t last long-- since it’s just a side effect of my medicine. I also got to see some friends from high school, but then I realized-- they’re the exact same way they’ve been since the beginning. They wanted nothing but to talk about drama. It just isn’t my thing, I don’t like dealing with people much anymore, because of the constant drama. I’ve learned a lot about people changing, and the lack thereof.
I think this year has been a year full of lessons for me, and it has been tough. As they say, there’s no pleasure without pain, no pain no gain, right? This year has taught me a lot about myself and the people around me, and I am extremely grateful for the things I have experienced. I’ve learned so much about who I am as a person. I’ve grown a lot, while this year has kicked my ass. I have high hopes for the next year. For the first time, since 2016, I finally see a future in myself, by myself. 
To New Beginnings, Lovebug.
I love you, always.
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Keeping Warm
Pairing: Sandor Clegane/The Hound x reader
Summary: Request from anon: I saw that you were taking requests and I was hoping you could do a fic where sandor and reader are traveling together and upon reaching an inn in inclimate weather, they realize their only choice for shelter is to share a room (: Thank you!
Set: Season 8, but the plot of this oneshot has nothing to do with the plot of the season, it’s simply due to the weather:)
Warnings: language
Notes: I managed to delete the first version of this request, so I had to rewrite it. It felt rushed the first time, so this feels even more rushed haha, but I think it turned out alright. Hope you enjoy:)
Feedback is appreciated x
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Winter had come upon you as you were on the road heading south. You would expect the weather to get better the further south you traveled, but that was not the case. The wind was pulling you in every direction and the snow was making everything just a bit more tricky. It was impossible to start a fire, and hunting was not easy.
You and Sandor were on your horses, following the road the best you could in the snow. It covered every inch of ground around you, as well as the air, limiting your view to only a few meters ahead of you.
In the distance you saw something glowing yellow, standing out from the white of the snow. You assumed the glow was from fire. Your horse slowly walked closer, pushing its way against the wind, revealing a house. The yellow glow was emitting from torches inside the building, meaning there were people, and shelter.
“Sandor!” you shouted at Sandor who was riding on his horse close behind you. You pointed to the house in the distance. He didn’t reply, but you headed for the house, hoping for shelter. Sleeping outside wasn’t going to be an option in this storm, you would risk freezing to death.
You reached the house and got off your horses. You looked through the little window and saw people drinking, eating and having a good time.
“It’s an inn,” you said and grinned, looking up at Sandor standing beside you.
“We’re damn lucky with this one,” Sandor said, a slight smile on his face.
You put your horses in the small horse stall on the side of the inn before heading inside.
As you entered the inn, the smell of meat and the heat from the fire hit you hard, making you shiver. The noise quickly died out and the people at the inn turned their heads to look the two of you standing by the door. Sandor, being so used to getting stared at, walked through the crowded inn and sat down at an empty table in the corner of the inn, you following closely behind.
As you sat down across from each other, you removed your wet capes and gloves, revealing your red hands. You tried to wiggle your fingers, but they had gotten too stiff from the cold to move. “Fuck,” you muttered and put your hands between your thighs to warm them.
“We’ll spend the night here,” Sandor said. “Can’t be running around in the storm.”
“You’re right,” you simply answered.
Seconds later, a small, old lady came running over to your table.
“How may I help the two of you?” she said, her hands folded in front of her chest. She seemed blissed to be serving you, making you assume she was probably the innkeeper.
“We want chicken and ale,” Sandor said. You smiled apologetically at his rude answer.
“Yes please and thank you,” you said. “And two beds would be lovely.”
“Chicken and ale is no problem, as for the beds... I can only offer you one to share, we are completely packed tonight! The weather has got everyone seeking shelter,” she said.
You looked up at Sandor. He was looking at you as if seeking approval. You shrugged as if saying yes.
“It’ll do,” Sandor said.
“Great! I’ll bring you your food and drinks and I’ll show you to your room after,” she said smiling, and walked away.
The old woman quickly came back to your table with two plates of chicken and two large mugs of ale. “Here you go, you two!” she quickly said before rushing over to tend to another table.
Only seconds after finishing your dinner the old woman came running back to your table. “All finished?”
“Aye, show us the room,” Sandor said and got up, you following.
“This way, you two!” the old lady minced towards a staircase at the back of the inn, you followed her upstairs and into a rather small bedroom. It contained a reasonably sized bed covered with two big pieces of fur, a small table with one chair, and of course a fireplace. It was probably intended to be used by just one person. “Here you are,” she said. “Enjoy,” she said with a glint in her eye and left the room.
You were quick to move over to the fireplace to provide the room with some heat and light. When you turned back around Sandor was putting his few possessions on the little table. You started removing your cold and wet armor to put them in front of the warm fire to dry them off for tomorrow. 
“You take the bed,” Sandor said, making you turn around to look at him. You saw him moving one of the fur blankets from the bed to the floor.
“Wh-no! Why can’t we share the bed?” you said.
“You don’t want that.”
“Yes I do. The floor is bloody cold; we’re sharing the bed,” you said, continuing removing your wet clothing.
“A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be sharing a bed with someone like me.”
"That’s not true,” you said quietly as you finished removing your armor.
Left only wearing your tunic, you quickly walked over to Sandor. You grabbed the fur blanket and moved it back into the bed.
“We’re sleeping together, you have no choice,” you said and got into the bed. “Come on,” you said and patted on the empty space beside you.
Sandor sighed. “You’re a stubborn little lady,” he said, making you grin. 
“I just need you to keep me warm,” you said. Sandor smiled at your feisty comment. He removed his armor the same way you did, before finally getting into the bed beside you.
Sandor laid down on his back, his hands folded resting on his stomach. You laid on your side, grabbing ahold of the furry blanket, hugging it to your chest. You couldn’t quite manage to get warm. It was close to impossible for you to fall asleep when you were freezing. You tucked the blanket closely around your body, making sure no cold air could seep through. You put your bare knees up to your chest and rubbed your hands up and down your arms to try and get warm, but to no help.
You felt the heat from Sandor just inches away from your cold feet. You slowly slid your feet in under his blanket and pressed them onto his warm skin, making you shiver. He gasped and grabbed ahold of you ankle in shock.
“Seven Hells, woman!” he burst out, making you chuckle.
“Sorry!” you quickly said. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I’m bloody cold.” His grip loosened, but he kept his hand resting on you.
“Come ‘ere,” he muttered as he snuck his big arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. His sudden act of affection made you blush, you felt your blood rushing through your body. You stretched your legs out, allowing you to press your whole body against him. His long arm was wrapped around you, his big hand resting on your back. You put your head on his chest and snuggled closer to him.
“Thanks,” you whispered and put your hand on his chest. 
“You move too much,” he said, excusing himself from showing you affection by keeping you warm. You just grinned at his remark, now glad you had been moving around.
The feeling of the heat coming from the big man close to you and the sound of his heavy breathing finally made you sleepy.
“Goodnight, Sandor,” you whispered.
“Goodnight, little lady,” Sandor replied, resting his chin on your head.
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