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xotaemintol · 9 months

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BRATTY SWITCH!TAEMIN x BLACK FEM READER: SLAVE FOR YOU

“Baby, I'm a slave, baby I'm a slave for you.”

TWS: switch!idol, sub to slightly dom Taemin, dom reader, mommy kink, teasing, begging, hair pulling, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, grinding/dry humping, slightly bratty Taemin, pet names:(naughty kitty, kitten, good boy, pretty boy), dumbification, and praise.

PRONOUNS USED: None/fem implied (mommy/ma’am used)

WORD COUNT: 3486

Be warned, this might be slightly messy lol, I got sleepy while writing but wanted to post something a little longer for subby September, I would've continued it tomorrow but I would've lost the flow, so hopefully my sleepiness doesn't show lol, but enjoy, I'll end up editing it again (I did edit it once already) in the morning.

Taemin’s whole body feels hot to the touch, the slightest movement and he feels like he’d burst into flames from desire, losing his mind to lust he looks into your eyes, pouting as the submission takes over, there’s no more room to hide it or deny it, he needs you and he needs you now,

“Please, can I feel you?” He asked in a shaky and breathy voice, sounding unsure of himself since he knew himself that he had misbehaved enough to be told no and then some, but still, he can’t help but hope that you’ll go easy on him as he looked into your shiny eyes, your body on top of him felt so warm that he felt like he might explode from just the pressure of you, the way your eyes stare into his with that same amount of desire and sexual energy tells him that you want him too, but that telling grin on your pretty lips tell him that he won’t get anything that easily. As you look at him with a sense of faux sympathy and a teasing pout, you wrap your arms around his neck loosely and press your hips into him a little more, knowing how sensitive he must be by now. “Oh really?” You ask in a slightly condescending tone, keeping that same playful expression as you slowly rock your hips.

“How bad do you need me kitty?” His breath hitches and his body shivers from your teasing, your lips and body are addicting, just from looking at them and feeling you so close to him he was desperately trying to figure out how to get what he wanted without begging too much, “This is driving me insane”, He says in a small voice filled with pleas and desperation “Don’t torture me like this, please.” Taemin's simple request was left unfilled though and of course, it would be, Why would you let up on him so soon? That bulge in his underwear, soaked by your wetness and his precum isn’t enough to show just how badly he wanted you, no, it wasn’t nearly enough, you need him begging and crying with no shame, declaring loudly his selfish cravings for your body as if not a soul would ever hear it.

You playfully giggle as the sound of crackling thunder rings through the dimly lit apartment, the sound of the rain hitting the large windows makes the atmosphere all the more pleasant and intense, the glass of wine on the table half full with both your glasses empty and knocked over along with another that you had drank just before, nights like these, long, rainy, and dark with just Taemin by your side as he shows you just how badly he wants you always fills a certain part in you that has always been left empty by everyone else. “You think you deserve to be rewarded after behaving like a brat for so long?” You ask, you grin and gently tilt his head up to you, you look into his shiny doe eyes as they fill with desperation before leaning in as if you’ll kiss him and stopping, swiftly you lean close to his ear, softly whispering with your hands on his shoulders and your hips still against his: “Don’t get ahead of yourself, you’ve been a naughty kitty, Taemin, and a naughty kitty should be punished.”

His whole body convulses, and you can feel a soft throb underneath you as he whines, his whole body responds to your words, making him shiver and lose control, his mind going from sane to crazed by the instant “Please!” He whines, his face heating as he tries to control his breathing, still not wanting to beg to avoid embarrassment Taemin tries to find the words to say, but he can’t help it, he wants you to take control, for you to punish him for his misdeeds and make him your toy. He pouts and looks away as his body shivers in pleasure with the subtle and slight movement of your hips as you ask: “Please what?”, “Give me what I want” He answers in a slightly confident, yet submissive voice, There’s something about the way the rain hits the window and how this would be added to the moments he’d never forget that make him unable to control his urges anymore.

“And why should I?” You ask, your fingers trailing down his exposed chest, the buttons of his polka-dotted pajama shirt scattered across the cold floor and hanging by a thread to the soft material. “If you want it, you should prove it.” He looks up and takes in that mischievous smile on your pretty face, the way your lips curl so beautifully and how your brown skin is illuminated by the occasional thunder and the soft candle lights makes him want to scream, butterflies swarm his stomach as he whines and pouts, “I don’t want this to turn into a game, can’t you just see how bad I want you?” He asks as he grabs your hand and softly kisses it, his eyes close as his lips linger on the back of your hand, savoring the feeling of your skin against his even if it’s hardly anything, he lets out a small groan as his eyes roll back, once again, you rock your hips, ruthlessly teasing him as he tries his best to plead his case.

“It feels like I need you to survive,” He says, his voice cracks as he speaks, the waver in his voice as he swallows the saliva in his mouth to cure the dryness in his throat makes you throb on top of him, his cheeks flushed down to his neck and his eyebrows knot together as he places your hand on his chest and licks his plump, kiss swollen lips. “Please, don’t torture me like this, I learned my lesson.” You couldn’t deny yourself anymore, taking great pleasure in the way he expresses his thirst makes you feel that same undeniable heat, you don’t know how long you can go on like this. Suddenly the feeling of his underwear acting as a barrier between the two of you is agitating, every part of you wants to rip it off and feel him inside of you, sliding into you so sweetly that you could cry, You don’t see the point in making him beg any longer, not when it’s making you ache so badly too. So you quickly instruct him to take them off, leaving him completely naked on the soft sofa as you hover above his completely erect dick and kiss him.

Soft moans of satisfaction leave his mouth as he wraps his arms around your waist, he knows better than to lead you any further though, so he lets you take the lead, moaning softly as you slip your tongue past his thick lips and into his mouth, his body tensed as he awaits the feeling of your warmth around him, anticipating the sound you may make or how wet you’ll feel, how soft your walls will be and how hard it’ll be for him not to break at the slightest touch. You pull away, looking him in his eyes as you both pant like you had run a mile non-stop, he knows that look all too well, the look on your face when you want to keep control but feel just as needy as him when you want to punish him but feel too lost in your lust to keep up with what had gotten you in this position to begin with.

“I can’t wait anymore,” You say softly, he could swear right now that he’d evaporate into nothingness if you took even a second longer, “Please use me ma’am…make me your toy and please yourself.” You curse under your breath and bite your lip as you carefully line him up with your entrance, the feeling of his dick bumping against your cunt made you gasp softly, while you are still mostly fine, Taemin can’t help but cry weakly and roll his eyes back. “Fuck, you’re so…pretty,” You mutter, slowly you lower yourself onto him, even the head of him sliding into you with ease makes you struggle to breathe. You both jolt forward and gasp for air, your oversexed bodies feel sensitive to the touch, and going so slowly was only making it worse. “Oh god!” Taemin exclaimed as a burst of pleasure hit him, you want to degrade him or maybe poke at him for feeling so good from just the tip being inside but you are no different, gripping his shoulder as you bite your lip and slowly pace yourself.

Although you can take him, it feels too good to rush, wanting nothing more than to take it slow you pause for a second and kiss him again. You can feel yourself becoming wetter as you kiss him, the feeling much more immoral as your walls just barely clench around him, the moment he feels your wetness slowly dripping down his shaft he can’t take it anymore, lost in pure and unfiltered thirst he grabs your hips and begins to pull you down more. You break away, gasping as his length slides against your walls, already Your back begins to arch as your toes curl and your nails dig into his skin. As badly as you want to stop him, you feel too good to interfere just yet, so you allow him to guide you until he’s inside of you, nuzzled inside of you as he fills you up so beautifully, making you feel so full that you start to feel like you might shatter into a million pieces.

“F….Fuck…Oh my…” You stop as your body shivers, intense pleasure taking over as you sit on top of him and listen to his sweet cries, the way he grips your hips as if you’d fall apart gives you butterflies. “I’m so sorry…I’m sorry ma’am…I…I needed you so bad…I-“ He stops, a sinful whimper cutting through his words as he tries to speak, but it’s not like his words can save him anyways, despite your pleasured state you pull a wickedly sexual grin and grab his face gently, “You…aren’t sorry,” You say in between deep labored breaths, before you can even get anything else out you are overwhelmed with a urge to have him with no more delays, with not another word spoke you begin to slowly rock your hips back and forth. With even the slightest movement you are both sent spiraling into a pleasure that can only be described as heaven-sent, the way he presses so beautifully against your walls, how you convulse around him and the way your voices mingle together perfectly makes you both feel crazed with lust.

Neither of you want to stop and as you go faster and begin to bring yourself up and down all you can manage is broken praises, telling him how good he feels as you pick up the pace and bounce up and down on him, your skin slamming together as the sound of rain, thunder, and desperation mash together. Taemin can just barely stabilize his voice enough to thank you, crying out as his voice cracks and trembles, he can’t begin to form a sentence if he tried, and feeling you become so wet that it soaks his thighs only makes it harder for him to think. Truly falling victim to the drug that is lust you cling to him and start to move faster, Every time you move your hips he brings his towards yours, thrusting up into you as if he couldn’t bear a second without being inside of you.

“M-Mommy!” He cries out, “Oh fuck! You feel so good! Mommy! Please!” You groan and crumble against him as his voice hits a spot that makes you feel weak, your brain can hardly keep up with the different sensations, your mind goes completely blank as you become just as mindless as him and messily ride him. “Good! So good!” You scream out as your nails drag up his back, and your eyes roll back as he starts to thrust harder and holds your hips tighter, still sounding just as weak and submissive as before. “Am I doing a good job mommy?” He asks in a dangerously sexual and wicked tone, the way his eyebrows knot together with a pretty pout on his lips makes your whole body feel throb, “Am I fucking you how you like?” You almost cry as he bites his lip and looks you in your eyes, somehow that submission in his eyes is as strong as ever, even with his words being slightly more vulgar and aggressive, you know he’s only yearning for your sweet approval.

So you nod your empty head and roll your eyes back muttering: “G-Good…so good…” You lean your head against his shoulder and moan against his sweaty skin, biting down on his shoulder as he whines in your ear. “Let me take care of you, please ma’am, please let me be a good boy for you and make you cum,” Finding it impossible to deny him; and unreasonable to say no, you nod your head once again. You first expect him to go faster and slip his hand between your bodies to stimulate your clit, but your expectations are quickly derailed as he leads you to lay back on the sofa and gets between your legs. You aren’t going to tell him to stop though, you’d be crazy to turn him down when all he wants is to please you and make up for being such a brat, so as he begins to slowly eat you out you only encourage him. Your back arches as you sob softly and put your hand in his hair, pulling it as you roll your hips against his face just how he likes.

“F-Fuck! You’re doing so good baby, just like that,” You say with your eyes shut tightly, “Such…fuck…s-such a good boy! M-Mommy’s pretty boy!” Chills from all over your body, from head to toe You get an incredibly strong feeling of passionate lust that makes it impossible to think. Taemin’s mouth latches to you with his soft lips acting as pillows, his tongue massaging slow circles on your clit as his fingers stimulate it from the inside, pressure builds in your stomach as it tightens and your body begins to feel tense. His tongue feels like heaven and he shows no signs of stopping as he closes his eyes and reaches up with his other hand, rolling your nipple between his finger and thumb to add to the mind splitting pleasure. “Taemin! Oh fuck! I…shit!” You stop as you begin to pant and squirm under his touch, so close to the edge that you begin to tremble and your breathes become short and shorter, a white fog fills your mind as you pull his hair even harder and arch your back deeper with your toes curled so much that they might rip through the sofa.

“G-Good boy! Keep going! So close! So close! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Taemin!” You scream out in chants as the feeling starts to overflow, his mouth feels too good for you to hold on any longer, and as soon as he started, you were already finished, but he doesn’t stop when you reach that peak, your walls flutter around his two fingers, and just like he expected you begin to gush just a little against his chest as he brings his body up and starts to fuck you with just his fingers. You can’t hold it in, you need him inside of you again and you need it now. “F-Fuck me, now.” That is all you have to say, he won’t deny you and he won’t waste another second, Taemin is quick to fulfill your needs and do whatever it takes to please you. As he slowly enters you again you both feel like you are ripping at the seams, The moment he bottomed out inside of you he tried to control himself but he was far too gone. “Do you want me to go slow ma’am?” He asks, already moving he doesn’t realize that you can hardly speak, but you don’t have to, he knows what you want because he wants it too.

Taemin grabs your legs and pushes them back, with your body folded he begins to slowly fuck you, although he moves at a slow pace his every stroke is aggressive and hard, yet so precise, he slams into you with so much force that it knocks the air out of your lungs with every movement and leaves you both screaming out to the heavens above. The sound of the rain is drowned out by Taemin’s voice begging for you, he trembles above you as beads of sweat drip down from his forehead to his chin and fall onto you, he feels so good, so pleased and grateful for you being too lenient that he starts to forget himself and with no shame calls out your name as he goes faster, an intense wave of chills rush up his spine and he hunches over as he grips the back of your knees tightly, his nails; just as yours did him, dig into your skin and his stomach muscles tighten. You can feel him pulsing inside of you, every movement is another kiss to the thousands of nerve endings that allow you to feel this good.

“Ma’am, Ma’am, I’m gonna cum…I-I I’m gonna cum!” He tries to warn you as he continues that same fast pace but you don’t respond, and when he looks at your face he sees why, your eyes are rolled back and your mouth is slightly open but no sound comes out, only short bursts of struggles for air as you slap your hand against the armrest, “Oh mommy, did…fuck…oh my god…” Taemin rolls his eyes and drops your legs to kiss you before whispering in a kitten-like voice, “Did I fuck you dumb?” You finally let out a soft moan, long and drawn out as you wrap your arms around him and hold him closely, knowing that this power switch won’t last long or end well for him Taemin kisses you again, “I’m…I’m sorry ma’am, I’ll behave next time,” he whimpers out, “I’ll be a good boy…I’ll be a good toy.” As his words come out even more rushed he once again warns you that he’s about to cum, and just like before, you don’t respond, you only weakly pull him closer to kiss him and mumble against his lips. “Good boy, good boy, my good boy, such a good boy.”

The feeling of a white wave of pleasure comes crashing down on him, chills cascade across his skin and he can hardly keep his body upright, his breathing is uneven and he feels tingles spread all over from his head to toes. Before he can stop himself or pull out, he melts inside of you, spilling his love deep inside your walls as he whimpers and holds onto you tightly.

“Fuck! Oh god! You feel…f-fuck!” As his climax hits him at a pace too fast and intense to keep up with, his perfect strokes become slightly sloppy yet deeper. Allowing that feeling to take over as he calls out your name and pouts, his eyebrows knot together and his voice becomes weaker and softer, “Y-You…feel so good” He says in a submissive voice, before the feeling can completely die down he leans back and pulls you on top of him, letting you fall onto him and lay against his chest as you both pant and try to recollect yourselves, your bodies buzz with delight as you silently lay together, allowing your bodies to become one in a more wholesome way for just a moment. Neither of you speak as you listen to the sound of the rain and thunder, and each other's breathing, you don’t say anything until you start to feel yourself dozing off, laughing as you catch yourself and open your eyes.

“You know, this doesn’t count as me punishing you,” Taemin smiles a little and pouts, as you look at him you smile at the sight of his eyes closed and a satisfied look on your face, “can’t you let me off the hook just this once?” He asks, “I promise that I’ll behave tomorrow…” You sigh happily and brush the hair that sticks his sweaty forehead away before kissing him lovingly, for a second you say nothing, just enjoying the feeling of each other for a little longer as you calm down. “Are we sleeping on the couch?” You ask, “If we are, we should at least get a blanket…what if someone sees us?” Taemin yawns and shrugs as he rolls over on his side, forcing you to turn over with him, leaving you trapped between his chest and the couch. “Let them, it’ll be their fault for walking in without a warning.”

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writethrough · 1 year

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Hi, could you do either Billy Hargrove or Eddie Munson reacting to seeing their s/o who usually doesn’t like children, interact with a baby/toddler who they actually like? Maybe the s/o was hesitant at first but then the baby just became really attached to them? Ty <3

Little Chickadees

(Eddie Munson x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: None (I think)

Word Count: 889

A/N: Full disclosure, I really wanted to write both Eddie and Billy, but Billy's version has taken on two very different paths, so I need a bit more time with his. One is a little more wholesome and fluffy while the other is on the serious side. I'll link the fluffy one with this post, but not sure about the other since it won't have the same tone.

Thank you for the request! And I hope you enjoy it!

“Eddie, you literally hang out with children all the time!” you said, exasperated.

He gripped his chest as if in pain. “Ouch!”

You groaned. “You know what I mean. It’s just…Kids don’t like me, and I don’t like them. It’s a mutual dislike.”

You were rambling at this point, and both of you knew it.

All you wanted was to spend the day with your boyfriend, but because he was such a sweetheart, he had volunteered both of you for the petting zoo at the Fourth of July carnival. And where there were fuzzy, adorable creatures, there were screaming, crying kids.

“C’mon, it won’t be that bad!” He flopped beside you on his bed. “You technically don’t even have to watch them. That’s what their parents are for. You just have to make sure no one loses a finger to a goat.”

“That’s not helping,” you said.

“Or lets an alpaca loose.”

“Eddie!” You threw a pillow at him.

“Alright!” he laughed, “Alright, I’ll stop.”

You played with the chain hanging from his jeans.

“You’ll be fine, sweetheart,” he said, rubbing your knee. “But we should probably head over. I know how much you hate being late.”

You let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I guess.”

He offered you his hand, intertwining your fingers to lead you to his van.

You wished it had taken longer to get there. You would have rather listened to Eddie ramble about the most recent campaign than deal with the children of Hawkins.

At least the animals would distract you.

The baby goats were adorable, but you couldn’t help wincing when they bumped their heads together.

Baby ducks and chicks were waddling around in their pens, and the alpacas were corralled in fencing where visitors could see them.

“Think anyone'd mind if I took one of these guys home?” Eddie asked, holding one of the baby ducks.

You gave him a soft smile, resting your chin on his shoulder. “As much as I would love to see you play mother hen—or mother duck—I think stealing isn’t exactly the right answer.”

He puckered his lips in thought. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He set it back in its pen. “And with my luck, it’d probably like Uncle Wayne more than me.”

You hummed and kissed his cheek. “Guess you’ll just have to settle for me.”

You went to pull away, but he quickly caught you around your waist to kiss you properly.

“There’s no settling when you’re the most amazing person I know,” he said into your hair.

Your heart beat a little faster the longer he stared. He always looked at you like you were the only person in the room. And you counted yourself grateful you found someone as kind and loving as him.

“Love you,” you whispered, touching your forehead to his.

“Love you, too.”

Excited shouts and giggles drifted as the kids bounded to the petting zoo.

“Show time,” Eddie said, reluctantly pulling away.

You sighed for what felt like the tenth time. “Yeah, yeah.”

When you got to the main area, Eddie showed some little boys the goats. And when one of them headbutted Eddie’s leg, the boys all laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world.

And you briefly caught Eddie biting his lip to keep the groan back. He’d definitely have a bruise tomorrow.

Someone tugged on your shirt to get your attention. Holly Wheeler stood there with her head tilted back.

“Hey, Holly. Where’s your mom?” you asked.

She pointed to her right, where her parents were having what looked like a disagreement.

“Okay,” you nodded, “why don’t we look at the baby chickens? How does that sound?”

She nodded excitedly.

“Alright, Holls.” You gently picked up one of the chicks. “Sit next to me, and you can pet him.”

You both sat on a hay bale, and Holly was transfixed by the creature.

“Just use one finger and be super careful,” you said.

She slowly ran her finger down the chick's back, barely any pressure applied.

“Soft,” she mumbled, a content smile on her face.

“You like him?”

She nodded again, starting her path from the beginning. The chick lowered its head, eyes closing as the repetitive motion put him to sleep.

You grinned. “Looks like he feels safe with you, Holly.”

She giggled but stopped petting him, not wanting to wake him up.

“Let’s put him back with his friends. Wanna see the ducks next?”

She was standing by their pen in an instant.

Her interaction with the ducks went much the same. And soon enough, Mrs. Wheeler called Holly back and gave you a wave of thanks.

You had just put the duck back when Eddie sidled up beside you.

“Kids don’t like you, huh?” he teased, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You rolled your eyes. “It was a fluke.”

“Yes, of course.” He nodded as if it made perfect sense. “S’why you were so good with her, right?”

You pinched his side lightly. “Holly’s a sweet kid. Not like your little demons.” You nodded toward the group of boys now at the alpacas.

He shook his head slightly. “That goat had it out for me.”

You laughed, leaning into his side.

He kissed the side of your head. “Knew you’d be fine.”

You faced him. “Whatever you say, Dungeon Master.”

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majesty-madness · 1 year

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A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 3600+

Warnings: flirty 40's!Bucky, small 40's!Steve, slight angst, nothing else really (I mean it's a little sad)

a/n: I started a new job and I haven't had the time to write much before hand so I hope at least one person will enjoy this. Also I'm posting this at like 11:30 at night so I'll repost it tomorrow.

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Chapter Three

First thing her ears pick up on are the sounds of cars driving on the street with the occasional honking.

Despite the aching thrumming over her body, Y/N managed to open her eyes to take in the slightly darkened room.

She kept still as she took in the environment around her; at first the familiar edge of panic shot up her spine causing her to whip up in the bed she occupied. However, the longer she stared out into the room, the more it sank in.

The small bedroom complete with a bed fitted with olden sheets and a comforter, a modest dresser sitting against a wall covered in chipped paint and scrapped wooden panels acting as the floor.

It wasn’t a dream, everything that happened last night was real.

She was in Brooklyn, New York, in the 40’s.

Once the memories rushed back to her, Y/N took a deep breath, fingers carding through her hair while her arms rested on top of her thighs.

Then she wondered what time it was so she moved her eyes about the room, subconsciously looking for a digital clock and forgetting she wouldn’t find one. Though she found a small analogous clock sitting on the nightstand that read, 8:30am.

She hummed, knowing that it was about the same time she got up every morning.

Nice to know that even in traveling through time, she kept to a schedule.

Figuring she should get up, Y/N pushed the comforter from her legs and bundled them up at the end of the bed. Then quietly, she stood up from the warm mattress and tip toed over to the wooden bedroom door. Her fingers reached forward, taking the cool metal of the doorknob into her grip, the cold almost stinging the surface of her skin as she turned it. A clicking sound resonated into the room and she pushed the door open.

Y/N peaked out into the living room, seeing that Bucky and Steve were already up and running for the day.

Jeez. It seemed that even in the 40’s, Bucky and Steve were early risers too.

Before stepping out, Y/N listened in on their soft voices talking to each other.

“You think she’ll be okay? She seemed out of it.” Steve asked, as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.

Bucky, taking a sip from his coffee mug, shrugged then swallowed the contents. “I’m not sure, but she seemed alright for the most part. Besides, she doesn’t have anywhere else to go; it wouldn’t do us any harm giving her a chance to get back on her feet.”

Steve nodded in agreement.

The said woman smiled tenderly, mostly to herself, at Bucky’s words. They didn’t know each other all that well at this time, and yet Bucky was putting her needs before his own.

That was a rare gift to find in any time period.

Finally, she stepped out from Bucky’s room, quietly making her way to the side of the dining table.

At first, the boys didn’t notice her presence, however, once Y/N just a few feet from the table, Bucky straightened himself up.

“Hey, good morning.” He greeted boyishly.

Steve whipped himself around to see Y/N standing there. “Good morning.”

She shyly smiled, head dipping down a couple of times. “Good morning, you two.”

“Did you sleep well?” Bucky asked, setting his cup onto the table; deep blue eyes never straying from Y/N’s delicate figure covered in nothing but his baggy white shirt.

“Yeah I did. You were right, it did get chilly in there last night.” She joked light heartedly, trying to keep the situation less odd.

“Were you able to stay warm at least?”

Y/N nodded. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, and if there’s anything else you need, just let us know.” Bucky said, seemingly distracted by Y/N’s morning beauty.

Steve looked between the two adults then let out a cough causing Bucky to shake out of his thoughts. “So Y/N, do you want some breakfast?”

Her eyes snapped to Steve who stood from the tablwe. “Oh yeah, that’d be great. Thank you.”

He politely smiled at her, proceeding to pull out one of the dining chairs for her. She walked over and sat on the wooden material of the chair; it wasn’t exactly comfortable but she wouldn’t be sitting at the dinner table for a long time.

“What would you like?” Steve asked Y/N who had spaced out for a moment.

“What do you two have to eat?” She asked as she looked between the two men.

Bucky strolled into the compact kitchen searching for food. “We have - let me see - we got eggs, bread, oatmeal, cereal and….I think that’s all we got.”

“How about uh…oatmeal?” Y/N answered though it sounded more like a question.

Bucky scoffed with a grin. “Oatmeal? Unsure are we?”

Y/N laughed. “No, I mean oatmeal please.”

Then the dark haired man pulled out a sealed small packet of, what Y/N assumed was the breakfast food itself. He rummaged through the shared kitchen, eyes dancing over the different metal pans inside to find the one he needed.

As he began to prepare the simple meal for Y/N, she pulled her attention to Steve who had sat back down diagonal from her. “Did you sleep okay?”

There it was again, the look of startled surprise appearing across Steve’s face upon hearing her question.

She wondered, was it really so odd for someone other than Bucky to be concerned for him?

Nonetheless, he answered. “Oh yeah, I slept fine. Thanks for asking.”

“What about you, Bucky?” Y/N tested out the name, feeling a bit awkward for saying it despite having said it many times.

From what she could tell, it didn’t bother him as he stood over the stove waiting for the water to heat up, rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“Uh…well I slept about as well as one could on that rickety sofa.” He admitted, a small groan falling from his lips as he set his hand down to his side.

A pout formed on her lips. “I’m sorry to hear that, hopefully I won’t be taking up your bed for too long.”

“It's really not a big deal. Besides I'm the one that offered, didn't I?”

Y/N tilted her head to the side, “Well technically, you both offered your beds.”

The boys laughed at her witty comment, easing some of the tension in Y/N’s shoulders.

“That’s true, but still…” Bucky snickered, pouring the oatmeal packet into a bowl and then mixing it with hot water. “I wouldn’t worry your pretty little head about our sleeping arrangement.”

He picked up the bowl from the counter and brought it to the table, placing it carefully in front of Y/N.

“We said we’d help you out until you got back on your feet, and we meant it.” He added while taking his place at the table, across from her.

She smiled gratefully at him, and spared Steve that look as well. “And I am grateful for that.”

Bucky gave a slight nod, taking a sip of his coffee. And in the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Steve take a drink of his orange juice at the same time.

Y/N gripped a hold of the spoon already buried by the thick oatmeal and took a bite. The moment it hit her tongue, it burned and in a panic she quickly swallowed to make it go away; feeling the uncomfortable sensation of it traveling down her throat into her stomach.

Should’ve blown on it first. She scolded herself in more ways than one.

She managed to keep her distress on the downlow as neither one of the boys reacted to her searing her tongue off. Honestly, it was better that way, she already felt awkward around them.

Deciding to take another bite, Y/N first blew on the food before swallowing it, much happier that it didn’t burn her that time.

“Speaking of getting you back on your feet, do you have any other belongings with you that we might be able to pick up?” Bucky asked, thumbling the handle of his cup.

Y/N thought on it, gaze dancing about over the surface of the table. “Um…no, no there isn’t. Like I said before, that purse was all I had.”

“Well that means we’ll have to go out today and replace what got stolen.”

She quirked a brow up at the implication. “You don’t mean you’re going to replace it?”

“Well yeah..” He stated matter of factly, with a little hesitation.

“I can’t ask you to do that.” Y/N objected, her breakfast nearly forgotten. “That would be so expensive.”

Steve leaned forward, clearing his throat as he began to voice his thoughts. “But we can’t leave you with nothing to call your own.”

“The question of money isn’t a serious concern either; both of us have steady jobs so getting you something like clothes won’t be a problem.” Bucky added to further support Steve’s point.

Y/N listened to the two, becoming more and more conflicted because one, she wasn’t even from this time period so it would be pointless for her to buy things when she would ultimately leave, but she wasn’t even sure that she could leave or if she could when she’d be able to leave and if she was going to stay, she did need regular household items to live in this time.

Either way, she needed at least the bare minimum for a person to live semi-conveniently.

“I would feel guilty if you spent money on me; I’m not from around here.” Y/N still tried to reason with them, but they weren’t having it.

“It doesn’t matter if you’re from around here or not. You’re here now with us, and life can be difficult on your own so let us two gents help a pretty lady in trouble huh?” He teased confidently.

Again, the familiar heat rose to her cheeks and her heart skipped a beat in her chest. She was not used to this type of flirting from him. Back home, Bucky was much more subtle with his flirting; his self consciousness made him hesitant in any kind of romantic relationship. Therefore, to know that he was flirting in the first place, one would have to look under the surface to see what his intentions were.

To have Bucky, in a time she knew nothing about, being much more obvious in his intent was a shock to be sure.

Regardless, she shyly moved her head down to her breakfast. “O-okay…”

Once they had all finished with breakfast, Steve cleaned up the table and kitchen while Bucky searched through his closet for his smallest clothes for Y/N to wear, at least until they got to the clothing store a couple of blocks down the street.

He had handed her another white button up shirt, and a pair of brown high-waisted jeans with a belt. They were the smallest he could find, but they all soon realized that wasn’t going to work because as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, the pants would not stay up properly.

Y/N had pulled the belt over the very last notch and it still wasn’t tight enough around her waist.

Bucky stood still, thumb resting under his chin as he contemplated what to do next. Then Steve made the suggestion that maybe a pair of his pants could fit, so he grabbed a pair and waited for Y/N to change again.

When she stepped out they saw immediately that with the coupling of Bucky’s belt, the pants did indeed fit around her waist so right after that, they left for the clothes shop down the road.

Though the clothes fit, it was clear they weren’t her’s, if the slighted stares of people walking by her on the sidewalk was any indication. Luckily, Y/N didn’t care what others thought about her clothes, she’d be wearing a different pair here before too long anyhow.

The three of them mostly kept quiet until they came into view of the shop Bucky had mentioned earlier that morning. Bucky pointed it out, and they jogged across the street to meet at the front door.

Steve stepped forward to open the door first, letting Y/N and Bucky step through before he did.

The first thing Y/N noticed was the counter with a lone bell sitting on top of it and nobody occupying the space behind it though that quickly changed as Bucky casually strolled up to the counter and tapped the bell, causing a ringing sound to echo through the small inside.

An older woman, probably about fifty years old, walked out with a pair of black glasses attached to a thin chain around her neck, and a maroon colored dress. Once her eyes set upon Bucky’s figure, she smiled brightly.

“Hello, dear, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!”

He smiled back at her in return. “I’ve been busy with work.”

The woman then playfully slapped his arm. “Don’t give me that, James. You said the same thing when you were in school.”

That caused Bucky to laugh while the woman looked at Steve. “Hello, Steve, dear. How are you feeling?”

He gave a nod and a much more relaxed smile. “I’m feeling alright.”

“You staying out of trouble?” She asked inquisitively while raising a brow at him.

He laughed then too, bashfully, almost like she had caught him red handed. “Mostly.”

“Oh my word, boy! You’ll worry me and James to an early grave!” She let out a laugh of her own that time then her attention was pulled to the unfamiliar young woman standing between them. “And who is this young lady?”

“This is a new friend of mine, Y/N. She, unfortunately, had her stuff stolen and is in the market for some new clothes.” Bucky explained, pivoting himself to look back at the young woman.

The older woman walked around the counter to shake Y/N’s hand which Y/N politely reciprocated. “I’m so sorry to hear that dear. I’m Irene, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Ma’am.”

“Don’t you worry, now. We’ll find you something real nice, something that..” She took a small step back to eye the baggy clothes she wore, her smile falling and expression utterly perplexed. “...will suit you much better.”

Y/N watched Bucky cough awkwardly while Steve avoided Irene’s gaze all together.

“Seriously, boys, you couldn’t have found something better for the poor thing to wear? Shame on you.”

Y/N might have laughed if she hadn’t felt embarrassed that she let Bucky and Steve let her wear their clothes.

So much for not caring what others thought.

Irene then gently grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, beginning to lead her further into the store. “Now let’s pick a nice dress for you.”

“Dress?” Y/N questioned, abruptly stopping in the middle of the store.

“Of course a dress, deary! What else would you expect to wear?” The older woman gawked at her.

Y/N eyes fluttered down to what she was already wearing, briefly gesturing to it. “These?”

Irene shook her head. “Don’t you think that sends the wrong message dear? Wearing two different men’s clothes?”

“How could you tell they were from two different men?” Y/N asked, surprised.

The older woman turned over her shoulder for a moment, staring at Bucky and Steve as they avoided looking at her sight directly, awkwardly busying themselves with anything other than the woman herself.

She sighed. “Honey, I’ve been doing this for a long time, I think I can tell when the clothes don’t match.”

“Oh..” Y/N mumbled.

“Now let’s stop wasting time and get you something pretty to wear!” She insisted, beginning to lead her towards the back of the shop again.

In the span of thirty minutes, Irene has picked three different outfits for Y/N to try on, and each seemed to fit her personality perfectly while also being shockingly comfortable.

The first outfit had been a green shirt waist dress with white flowers decorating the fabric; next there was the tan lined skirt and a white blouse, and lastly, a pale blue peplum top dress with a gray cardigan and a pair of black flats with a thin strap going over the foot.

The pale blue dress had really caught Y/N’s eye, urgently pointing to it as soon as she’d seen it hanging on one of the many racks in the store. Irene seemed to agree that it was the perfect dress since she exclaimed the word beautiful once she’d stepped out of the changing room.

Y/N took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, liking the way that the dress wrapped around her curves in a classy sort of way. She thought she looked attractive with the combination of being polite, best of both worlds.

Although there was something oddly familiar about this shopping trip. Y/N couldn’t place it.

“I have to say, you are a natural at picking out clothes, Ma’am.” Y/N complimented, continuing to look in the mirror.

“Please call me Irene.” The woman waved at hand at the formality. “Besides I should be good at this, considering I’ve been doing this for twenty years.”

Y/N grinned at the woman’s carefree attitude then let the older woman guide her back to the front of the store where Bucky and Steve had been waiting patiently.

Upon catching Y/N in that pale blue dress, Bucky nearly jumped up from the chair he’d been sitting in, eyes growing wide with awe.

“Wow, you look…” He paused for a brief second to swallow hard. “..beautiful.”

Then it hit her.

She had stepped out of the changing room inside one of the various clothing stores inside the mall, watching as Bucky’s eyes grew wide and stood straight up when his blue eyes settled on the dress she was wearing.

“Wow, you look…beautiful.”

Y/N couldn’t help the giddy grin and an excited laugh that left her. “You think so?”

He nodded, completely stunned. “Yeah, I mean, god, you’re perfect.”

“Aww, Bucky.” She stepped forward, resting her hands on his shoulders and pecked his lips. “You are the sweetest, you know that?”

Bucky raised his metal arm to the small of her back with a smile that could light up the world. “Only for you, Doll.”

Suddenly, she felt like she didn’t know how to breathe as that one memory knocked the air right from her lungs.

In the short span of less than a day, somehow she’d forgotten the reason she was here, the whole point to why she had to be getting new clothes in the first place.

She didn’t belong here, but the memory and what was happening now started to merge together in a way that made her want to drag him into her arms and never let go; kiss him until they both had troubling breathing.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know anything of what they shared together, what they had.

He didn’t know her.

Fighting back the suffocating ache in her chest, Y/N tried to convincingly show she was flattered by his compliment. “Thank you, Bucky.”

“No problem.” Bucky shyly nodded, beginning to fidget in his spot. He didn’t have to fidget for long as Irene called for his attention.

“Now, James, normally I would charge you the usual rate, but seeing as how she had her stuff stolen, I’ll take fifty-percent off.” Irene explained, writing down something on a sheet of paper.

“Well that’s awfully kind of you, Irene.”

The woman huffed. “Don’t get smart with me, Buchanan or I will charge you in full.”

Bucky raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop.”

Irene wrote a couple more things down, then turned a clipboard towards the tall brunette. “Sign here, and here and I’ll get these wrapped up for you, Honey.” She said to Y/N, already pulling on a roll of brown paper and wrapping the outfits she picked out.

It took another few minutes eventually though, they bid the older woman farewell, not before she playfully scolded Bucky to ‘take care of her.’

Being out with a pair of clothes that fit the times actually made Y/N feel a little more at ease. Now there wouldn’t be any more random strangers staring at her like she was an eyesore.

To be fair, it did nothing to release the painful ache in her heart.

Her thoughts ran rampant on all the small things that her and Bucky had done together back in her modern time. Happiness was the usual feeling that accompanied it but today, sadness tugged at her instead.

The screwed up thing was that she was with Bucky right now, but she couldn’t be with him like that. It felt like in some way, the world was teasing her. In reality, the notion of going home was futile because she had no clue if it was possible to get back home and if it wasn’t then what would she do?

Would she live out the rest of her days in time that she had no business being in? Live her entire life in love with a man she could never touch or hold?

She knew she’d never be able to live a life that way.

But how were things going to go from here on out? What were they going to look like? She wondered.

Y/N didn’t know it, nor could she, but right now in a time far away, a single man was wondering the exact same thing.

#marvel #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes series #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader

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violetsareblue-selfships · 10 months

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(19 - on top of a scar/injury) with diluc OR (5 - crown of the head) with xiao — you can either do both or just pick whichever you feel like doing :D

ty~ so this post will be the diluc drabbles - I'll post the xiao ones tomorrow~

on top of a scar [(diluc receiving) 413 words]/injury [(April receiving) (411 words)] - two drabbles hehe

Diluc lets out a quiet groan and melts against the mattress, the feeling of her hands slowly soothing his muscles almost making him tear up. Just the fact that she'd been concerned enough about him when he made an idle comment about being sore that she offered to give him a massage in the first place…

He swears he falls more in love with her every single day. He doesn't know how he got someone so sweet and caring to fall in love with him, and it makes him feel like the luckiest man in Teyvat.

Slowly, the stiffness of his muscles -- one borne of too many late nights fulfilling his other duties to Mondstadt on top of those for the winery -- starts to ease and he's growing more relaxed than he's been in a long while.

"There… that's doing the trick…" April murmurs quietly, letting out a soft laugh. "It'd be better if I had your vision though. I don't think ice is what you need right now…"

Diluc lets out a quiet chuckle. "Mmm… maybe not, but that feels good either way," He says and she hums in acknowledgment.

Her hands drift down from his shoulders once there are no more knots and she slowly works down his back. As she does, her eyes settle on the scars on his upper back. She doesn't ask about them despite her burning curiosity. It's not her first time seeing them and she knows he'll tell her about what caused them when he wants to.

Instead, another urge wells up in her, one that's much more innocent and that she's able to act on. So once her hands have moved low enough to allow this, she leans down and starts slowly pressing kisses down the line of one of the scars.

Diluc breathes in sharply, knowing what she's doing. His next breath is shaky, though he's not quite sure why.

Maybe it's the feeling of tender affection on something that has only represented pain until now. Maybe it's the proof that she cares about what happened even if she doesn't ask him aloud.

Or maybe it's the fact that it's her lips against his skin. Or some combination of the three.

Either way, he doesn't move, doesn't ask her to stop (because he doesn't want her to), and soaks up her attention like a sponge. All while thinking once again of how lucky he is to have someone like her.

The fireplace crackles softly, keeping the room warm and comfortable despite the growing chill from the breezes outside. The room is silent apart from that, neither of its occupants wanting to say a word. One being focused on his task while the other is too busy staring at him.

Diluc's touch is gentle as he wraps the bandage around her wrist, every movement of his fingertips against her bare skin sending small shivers down her spine. It doesn't take much longer before he's securing the bandage and making sure it won't slip and that it isn't too tight.

"There," He murmurs quietly. Before either of them says another word, he's gently pulling her wrist closer and dipping his head down so he can brush a gentle kiss over the cut through the bandage.

April's cheeks heat up at the touch, at the warmth that spreads through her body at the sweet gesture. His eyes flick up to meet hers and his lips curl in a soft smirk as he kisses it again, a little stronger but still gentle not to disturb the healing injury.

"Why so surprised, dearest?" He murmurs, amused at how flustered she's become off of something so simple. "I've heard that it helps injuries heal faster."

April giggles softly. "And I didn't think you were the type to believe something like that, 'Luc…"

"Mm, you'd think so. Call it a remnant from my childhood that's never quite left," Diluc says, pulling away and looking at her with love and a bit of concern. "Now, was that the only injury?"

"Mhm. Thank you for patching me up, love," She says softly, glad that she has him to come back to after her commissions, especially when mishaps happen like during today's.

"It's no trouble. Just another duty of mine," He says with a wry smile as he gently squeezes her hand and moves to stand up properly. April smiles a little at his words and watches as he repacks the first aid kit and puts it back in its usual spot.

"Take it easy, dearest. I'll be back with some hot cocoa, alright?" Diluc asks and April giggles. Despite how minor the injury might be, he's always like this when she gets hurt. She nods her head and he leaves the room, leaving her to spread out on the couch to wait for his return.

Still, her heart feels warm from that whole exchange. Her Diluc really is quite sweet, isn't he?

#self shipping #self ship #f/o #romantic f/o #fictional other #thanks for the ask!#i'd melt for you 💖🍷#mika✨#my writing

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Merry Christmas, Darling | NCT

FANDOM: NCT

PAIRING: Yuta x Reader

WORD COUNT:

RATING: PG-13

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: N/A

SUMMARY: You and Christmas aren't exactly on good terms. Your boyfriend has a scheme to maybe help your point of view on the holiday...with a little help, of course.

You and Christmas have never really gotten along. There has been a lack of the so-called "Christmas magic" in your soul for some time, and despite having a beautifully lit tree sitting in the patio window of your apartment on Christmas eve night, it just doesn't feel like Christmas. You know your boyfriend was busy with his little band of brothers and likely calling his own family. You're sitting on the floor in front of your couch, a cup of hot chocolate held between your fingers as you stare blankly at the tv as nothing in particular plays. Yes, you may have turned the tv on and spent ten minutes clicking through things and then randomly picked something that was holiday themed, but you don’t have it in you to actually pay attention; you’re much too lost in your own head. You can’t recall the last time you actually, truly enjoyed a Christmas. And while some would say to spend time with a significant other, you and Yuta have only been together for a few months, so you don't expect him to stop his usual holiday plans and cater to you. The sound of a familiar tone chiming has a distracted smile curving your lips as you open your phone to read the message.

{From; Yuta 💙}: How's my princess?

It's a simple question and yet, somehow, that helps you feel better. You want so badly to lie and say you’re fine, but you know at this point, anything that sounds dismissive will alert Yuta and he’d be at your door in minutes. You can’t ruin his usual plans to be selfish.

[⇚]: I’ve been better. At least I’m off tomorrow.

{From; Yuta 💙}: Do you want me to come over?

[⇚]: Yuta, no. You have plans with the guys already. I can’t intrude on that. You can always come over tomorrow. I’ll be fine, I promise.

You regret sending the message when you realize the last line of text. That’s one of the things you didn’t want to say. You frantically move to type in a reassurance, but the reply has already come in.

{From; Yuta 💙}: Are you sure? I can come get you, you know.

Emotions are already raw enough right now, and the way Yuta always takes care of you, even when you say you don’t need it, is one of the reasons you adore him so much. Your heart melts at the way he treats you like royalty, and it’s such a strange thing compared to any relationship you’ve ever had.

[⇚]: You enjoy your night with the guys, baby. You can come over tomorrow.

It takes a little longer than anticipated before the reply comes in.

{From; Yuta 💙}: Remember to stay warm. I love you.

He doesn't have to tell you, you know he loves you. He knows you know, but he does it at least twice a day anyway since the first time either of you said the words. 'I don't want you to ever forget.' he had said when you asked one time while he'd visited. You'd had a terrible migraine and he had come to take care of you, ending with your head in his lap as you laid on the couch listening to music quietly in a dimly lit living room. Small moments like that keep you going when work keeps the two of you apart. A smile has curved your lips in fondness as you reply back.

[⇚]: I will. I love you, too. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?

{From; Yuta 💙}: Bright and early. 😜

There's a laugh at the reply, and you shake your head a little. The group is barely four days into post-tour right now, which means the chances of Yuta actually being able to get up early, let alone get Johnny up to bring him over because his license test isn’t for another few days, is slim to none. Jet lag and overall exhaustion from giving their all will no doubt have them sleeping in another day or two. You lean back onto the front of the couch, deciding to try and pay attention to the show you’ve put on. It takes a couple of episodes, but you’re finally starting to enjoy the show and the chaos that’s ensuing on screen when there’s a knock on your door. A glance to your phone shows there’s no other message from Yuta, but you aren’t dumb. There’s no one else who would just show up at your door at this hour. Getting up from your little cocoon, you find yourself sighing as you make your way to the door. “Yuta, you didn’t have to make Johnny drop-” you cut yourself off when you open the door to find not Yuta, but all nine men standing on the stoop of your apartment. There are presents being carried and a few bags of gifts held in hands and you stare at them despite the cold seeping into the warmth of the apartment. “What are you guys doi-”

“We couldn’t let you be alone, Y/N.” Johnny begins, grinning.

“Yeah, it’s Christmas!” Jungwoo chimes in with childish glee.

You open your mouth but can’t speak, so instead you use the next few moments to take all of them in. Johnny clearly drove, you can see the keys in his hand, but he’s carrying a large bag that’s taped shut with a bow on it. Taeil is smiling, carrying a few of the boxes himself as he regards you curiously. Mark and Haechan look like children seeing Santa because it’s the first time you’ve met them in person. Jungwoo is balancing a large box under one arm and leaning into Jaehyun, whose hands are tucked into a jacket, but there’s a bag of gifts hanging from his left arm. Doyoung looks to be the most cold, hovering in the corner with a set of presents in his arms. Taeyong stands just behind Yuta, looking like a big brother as he rests his chin on Yuta’s shoulder, looking at you. Yuta himself is front and center, hidden behind a stack of boxes, but you recognize the jacket he’s wearing and the familiar sight of the silver dragon ring you gave him for his birthday.

“You guys…”

“Are you gonna invite us in, Y/N?” Taeyong teases. “It is kind of cold out here.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach to remove the stack of presents from your boyfriend’s arms, carrying them to the tree that only has a small batch of presents beneath it. The others follow you inside, placing their own carried packages around the tree. You step back so they can arrange everything, unable to keep from chuckling as you start toward the kitchen to put your kettle on - you’re going to need more than the little keurig for warm drinks. Yuta catches your wrist as you walk past where he’s closed the door and locked it, pulling you close to seal his lips over yours in a quick kiss. You let him hold you, not caring about the chill in his jacket as you return the gesture, one hand resting at the side of his neck. “Yuta, you know you didn’t have to come.”

“I wasn’t going to let you be alone, princess.” he whispers against your lips. “Not on Christmas.”

“But the guys-”

“Have been wanting to meet you anyway. If they weren’t asking me, they were asking Taeyong and Johnny.” Yuta cuts you off, reaching a chilled hand up to brush some hair out of your face. “They wanted to come. You’re a part of our family now, baby.”

Despite the chill of his skin, you lean into his touch, watching him with the pure adoration you regard him with at any given time. “Thank you. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. And I never want you to forget that.” Yuta replies. The quiet moment of assurance between the two of you is broken when you hear Johnny from the kitchen.

“Hey, Y/N, where’s the big kettle? I know you have one in here.”

Both you and Yuta laugh softly, and you lean in to steal one more quick kiss and usher Yuta towards the mass of bodies in your living room. His arms move from where they hold you, taking his jacket off, which allows you to join the eldest of the ‘95 liners in the kitchen to open the cabinet above your stove. Johnny goes to reach for it, but you smack at his chest playfully. “No, sir. You are guests.”

“Family is never considered guests.” Johnny counters, staring at you sassily while easily reaching over you to pull the kettle from the shelf. He chuckles at the indignant huff you give him, but turns away to fill the kettle with water. “Go get settled.”

You shake your head and sigh at his words, turning instead to the breakfast bar to open the cabinet above and pull out mugs. You find that you’re lucky you’ve acquired such an odd collection of mugs over the years, otherwise you may not have enough for all ten of you. Johnny doesn’t argue when you get mugs first, but you don’t have to see his face to see the playful look to know he’s amused at your determination. You find yourself moving towards the living room, nudging Jaehyun from in front of the couch enough to sit and curl against Yuta’s side, your fingers finding his to lace them together. Mark insists on finding a movie to watch, and you nod to where the remote sits on the end table furthest from where you and Yuta are perched. It isn’t hard to notice the way the members who haven’t met you - which is most of the group - watch not just you but the way the two of you kind of settle into each other. Your mind is starting to spiral when Yuta’s hand squeezes yours and brings you back, laying a kiss at your temple.

“Breathe, Y/N.” he explains. “They wanted to come, to see you.”

“Why?” you whisper back, tucking further into him.

“Because I love you, and they want you to know you’re welcome.” The words make you smile just the littlest bit, turning your head to kiss him.

“What would I do without you?”

“You’ll never have to know. You’re stuck with me now.” Yuta answers.

“You’re stuck with all of us, really. But mostly Yuta.” Taeyong counters as he finds the place next to Yuta, having heard the last of the conversation. Your eyes take note of where everyone is making themselves comfortable, letting your head rest on Yuta’s shoulder. Jungwoo sits on Taeyong’s opposite side. Taeil has found a place on the chaise next to Doyoung with Mark and Haechan nearby on the floor. Jaehyun has moved down to settle between Taeyong and Jungwoo’s leg space, one arm draped over Jungwoo’s thigh casually. Johnny is still in the kitchen, making sure glasses are set up and ready for when the kettle screams at all of you. You know there have to be questions they want to ask you - ones they’ve probably already hurled at your boyfriend, but none come. Whether they’ve been told not to or simply don’t want to pressure you when literally all of them are there, it doesn’t matter. You’re grateful for the lack of interrogation.

“How was work?” Mark finally asks, clicking play on a movie before turning to look at you.

“Busy. I’m glad we closed early today.” you answer. “Last minute shoppers can be such a headache.”

“I’m glad we already had all our gifts bought.” Jaehyun muses with a laugh. “We thought about coming to visit, though.”

“Visit me? At work?”

“Yeah, but someone wouldn’t disclose where you work, so it fell through.” Haechan replies, only to be met with a stern voice as Taeyong scolds them for wanting to bother you on your most hectic work day.

You can’t help but smile, and the familiar vibration of Yuta’s chuckle makes you nuzzle him gently, enjoying the way it feels and wanting to remember the moment forever. It’s a familial presence to be around, brothers coming over for the holiday just because they can. The feeling is something you’d forgotten you’d even missed. Tea is made and sipped (with a few mugs of cocoa), pizza delivered despite the unusual hour, games played and movies going as background noise as you hear stories about insanity that happened behind the scenes during the latest tour. You aren’t sure where the time goes, you don’t even remember falling asleep, but you wake up when it’s still dark out, tucked in your bed with the familiar warmth of Yuta laying beside you. Blinking a little in the darkness, you blindly reach for your phone, double tapping the screen to wake it up, wincing at the brightness as the clock reads 3:52am. You sit up on one arm, rubbing at your eyes and reach to turn on the lowest setting of your bedside lamp, just enough to see by. You probably should be, but aren’t surprised when you look beside to find dark eyes looking up at you, half asleep as well.

“I’m sorry, baby. Did I wake you up?”

Yuta shakes his head a little at your question, moving to sit up and press a kiss to your cheek. “The others are asleep, too.” he adds with a yawn, running his fingers through your hair.

“When did they go back?” you ask sleepily, leaning into the touch and smiling as he kisses you. When he doesn’t answer, you tilt your head. “They did go back to the dorm, right?”

Yuta shakes his head again before explaining softly. “You fell asleep around one-thirty, and the rest of us were already settled in, watching tv. Taeil was asleep by two on the chaise, Jaehyun was asleep on the couch with Jungwoo by then. Once we realized that Doyoung, Mark and Haechan had fallen asleep on the floor, there wasn’t a point in trying to get back to the dorm. I showed the guest room to Yongie and Johnny. They’re on those beds. We made sure everyone had pillows and blankets, then I carried you to bed.”

Listening to him, you lean over to press a kiss to his lips. “My prince. What would I ever do without you?” you muse again, moving to stand. “Let’s go check on everyone real quick? I just want a head count.”

“You sound like Yongie at an airport.” Yuta teased, pulling back the blankets and following you down the hall to the living room. Despite being told, you’re still surprised to find that the living room is indeed filled with six of the members. Blankets from the hall closet are draped over the three on the furniture; Taeil is facing the wall behind the chaise while Jungwoo is curled into Jaehyun on the couch, his head tucked under Jaehyun’s chin. There’s a single blanket cocooned around Doyoung by this point, and the ones over Mark and Haechan have tangled by now as the pair lay facing each other. It’s a giant holiday sleepover, like the kids have fallen asleep waiting for Santa to show up. The sight warms you, and you tilt your head as you take in all of them. “I’m glad they’re comfortable enough to be affectionate and relaxed like this here.” you say quietly, looking up as Yuta’s hand takes yours. “None of us were surprised when Mark and Haechan admitted to their relationship. Those two, though, I think caught us a little by surprise.” Yuta answers, nodding towards the couch where Jungwoo and Jaehyun sleep.

“It’s family though.” you reply, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. Your eyes close when you feel Yuta press a kiss to your head. There’s a warmth in your chest, a happiness you didn’t even realize you’d been missing until this moment, standing in a living room full of Yuta’s friends, knowing all of them wanted to spend this time with you simply because their friend loved you. “Alright, let’s check on the other two, let these guys sleep some more.” Yuta gives a nod and leads you back down past your office and to the guest room, where the door is still open. Taeyong is on the main bed, half curled in a ball while Johnny is on the trundle bed, head on the opposite end of the leader’s which sadly has him facing the window. You enter the room quietly so that you can close the curtains, knowing the fabric is room darkening and will help. Returning to Yuta, you slip your arms around his neck and lean up to kiss him. “Alright, let’s go back to bed.” you whisper. “Tomorrow is Christmas and I get the feeling it’s going to be a long day.” He keeps you from moving for a moment, and you find that you’re alright with that despite the way your head tilts curiously.

“Are you okay now, princess?” Yuta asks genuinely as the two of you stand there, looking down at you in the gray-ish light the dimly lit lamp of your room gives you to see by. You can see the concern on his face and one hand moves to cup his face as you lean up to steal another kiss.

“Much better, thanks to you, Yuta.” you reply, moving to pull away and head back to bed. You know he’s walking with you, closing the door as you crawl back into bed. As you settle into the blankets, Yuta’s there behind you, draping his arm over your waist.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as the two of you settle into each other’s warmth and relax. Your eyes close as you smile, adjusting so your arm lays over his, tucking your fingers between his.

“Merry Christmas, Yuta.”

#making a fantasy…a beautiful galaxy ✾ my fics #nct fanfiction #nct #yuta #yuta x reader

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killyourrdarlingss · 1 year

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🌹 :)

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

Wip// cyberpunk 2077 // gen // Oh friend you reminded me of this cyberpunk fic I started and technically finished but it's still a wip because it needs to be edited and posted so anyway - have some Vasco after he's fired from his high paying corpo job and Misty, Jackie and Vik throw a party for him.

This is a conversation between Misty and Vas when they step out for a moment ♥️

Misty is staring up at the city lights, she looks tired, as if at any moment she could fall asleep against Vas, and he wouldn't mind in the slightest.

She ends up laying her head against his shoulder, not minding the smoke coming from him, definitely helped when the entire gang of them tended to chainsmoke during parties.

"Well, V, I think turning over this new stone is good for you." She mumbles and looks at a flashy neon sign, it was marketing braindances, the triple X's shining all in tandem.

"Really?" Though covering up his sadness with pretty enhancements and a new hair color, it didn't feel like it. It was fresh, still brewing like he was going to resume his daily life again by walking into work tomorrow. But, no, that wouldn't happen.

"I think the world wanted this to happen to you, dreary as it sounds." Misty shuts her eyes, tired and thinking of more things to say.

"I think getting fired from a high class job was just what you needed."

"And now I'm broke... along with all of you." V says it, and doesn't realize how biting it sounds until it's out of his mouth, feeling dry. "Sorry-- that was mean." He sighs.

Misty laughs and shakes her head.

"I need a drink, I'm sure Jackie has more tequila if I just whisper it." He feels Misty shift against him, grabbing him in the crook of his arm.

"Actually, V, can we stay like this… just for a little while longer?" She seems nervous, maybe even a little scared of something. V knows he doesn't have to ask, she's already talking.

#GOTHIE FAQ #cp2077 #man i wrote so much for my V and johnny as well and now i can't find it:(#gothiewrites #wip

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xtianvetray · 7 months

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So there's this little thing i have grown very fun of, this little girl who has my head spinning, who has me feeling over protective and kind of obsessed.

I really like almost everything about her, actually, I like everything but one little detail, and i get it, It's a minor detail, but it gets my blood boiling, it gets me so damn mad that I can't take it any more, so, today I'm gonna do something about it.

This is the issue, she is a wonderful, beautiful and adorable girl, and she has this close friend, who I can tell, adores her, but I fear there's something else going on there... I know so I need to take control!

The plan is simple, I'm gonna wait for them to meet, then , show up unexpectedly, hope they have night plans, cos I know she will be all dressed up and sexy... I can't take it any longer! Once I'm there... Things are gonna get messy

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Well tomorrow is the day, it's already set up, "I have plans with him tomorrow, does it bother you?" No my dear...I answered but of course it does...and you are going to soon find out how much it does!

Go ahead, I'll look for something to do then, just be safe... I told her, be safe my dear and have fun!... I'll sure will have fun.

I'm not the eye for an eye kind of guy, I'm more of the, don't mess with me kind of guy.

It's Saturday noon, I'm getting ready, everything is already packed, I'm ready to go.

- He is already here, we are waiting for some friends now and he is gonna make lunch, pasta I think, we also got some wine and later we are gonna go out to a party, we'll be in touch, what are you going to do today?

- Not much, I think I'll be writing for a while, maybe get a bit drunk at home, you know me, a quiet time at home, please keep me posted!

- Sure thing handsome, I blow you a kiss!

- have fun! Say HI for me! Save me a drink or have a drink on me!

I know in a couple of hours I'm gonna get an update, the so called friends are going to bail out and It's gonna be only the two of them. I take one last drag from my cigarette, I put on my best smile and head out, it's not a long ride, but I need to take it easy, take my time, I need to get there just in time, catch them red handed!

5 o'clock, the phone lights up... A message from her, i knew it.

- Hi handsome, how's your day going? We already eat and we are getting ready to go out, these two fools cancel so it will be just the two of us, let me know what you up to!

I take my time to answer, park the car right around her corner, kill another cigarette before typing

- not much princess, calm day... Calm my ass ... My mind is running wild, my insecurities are feasting on my heart... Please light my day and send me a pic!

She delivers, nice pic, cat by her side, sexy pose evil smile... Beware the innocent stare...

- My oh my... I shouldn't let you go out! Remember you are My girl! Behave!

We've been dating for some time now, the guards at her building already know me, this would not be the first time I showed up unexpectedly with a gift for her, we already have a gentleman's trade, they let me in and I brought them some coffee and weed, i have the payment ready in my bag, some flowers on the front seat of the car and my usual hopeful and naive smile... I know they know there's something going on today, both of them look at me shamefully, but ad on boy, trade is done and I'm on my way up.

Out of the lift, I get my phone out, i think of texting her, abort my plan and jus let it be, go home and set the world on fire on my own, no, I whisper, not this time, this ends today, this ends now.

What Was the code? Damn how could I have forgotten? I know i have it written down... Let me check... 1205, got it, they are not in the kitchen, music is playing, dishes are clean and fixed over the sink. I put the bag and flowers down, his jacket is on one of the table seats, the same one I use .. you fucker... I open my bag, put the gloves on and get the facial skull mask, open my red leather jacket and reveal my black bones t-shirt under it.

Deep breath... It's too late to back down, deep breath, steady pace, step by step, her laugh over the music, his voice ... My rage.

I pick up the door, he is getting dressed, I hide next to the door and wait for them to go out, he is so casually dressed, she is stunning as always, a black see through and a skirt... The hair is all wet, but her eyes are already done, black cat makeup with red eye shadows, blood red lips matching her black and red fingers nails. Why you had to be this beautiful... Beware the devil woman, with evil on her eyes.

Once they were next to the kitchen, they didn't notice the red roses over the kitchen table, it's time, I finally struck them down. Close to her ear, Hi there My beautiful princess, they both stood still, motionless in fear, one hand on her neck the other to her waist, I've come to take back what's mine, and you little prick... You are going to watch in silence or else...

- or else what? What are you doing here? What's going on? What's wrong with you?

- or else... This right now is the last scene you will ever watch... What's wrong with me? You are not fooling anyone pal, did you two thought i was not aware? That I didn't knew that you two were playing me?

- it's not what you think... She whispered...

-is it not? Didn't you think I was going to find out about your little games and thirsty conversations? The things he said and how you answered him?

Enough talk, come here a growl while i grab her by the hair and pull her behind me, thats when he jumps me, but I was prepared for him, I have had time to measure him, to analyze him, his right handed and always strike that way first, I dodge and put her in between, as I spected, he stops.

You will never risk hurting her. She is calm, almost too calm, i look at her eyes and I found that evil I was looking for, that I was so afraid of...

- both of you, stay down ... She looks at him, do as he wishes, trust me. And you, she turns to me, go on, fuck me, is not what you want right now? Make him suffer?

I took my phone out of my pocket and tossed it in to him, there's no signal, don't try to get smart, only the camera works, you know what you have to do, you wrote about it already, so lets get down to business.

His face, oh my goodness, his face turned white as a ghost, her face blushed, they are both in silence, confused, how did I find out? That's my secret, it's not important, the thing here is that I know and since then, I have noticed little things, little marks I'm sure I did not left on her skin on her clothes, at her bed... I'm no fool.

I dragged her to the door of her room, you pal, inside, he walks heavy, still pale and scared. I grab her hair again pulling her head down and her face up, you are Mine.

Now we are all gathered, Him next to the bed, she is still dressed, on her knees over the bed, her eyes fixed in me. So now pal, how was it? You gag her first right? Or was it after you got her naked? Sorry if I don't remember your whole tale... So please... Guide me, I order him sarcastically, because you already know what to do, right My girl?

She smiles.. well shit... I didn't expect that... Well so be it...this already got out of hands... I might as well enjoy it.

So... Let's start love, that's how He calls you right? And you pal.. start rolling and guiding... Dont worry, we can make as many takes as we need... We have plenty of time.

I look at her eyes, softly caress her face, she already knows I don't have it in me, I don't have what it takes to hurt her, but she is gonna get a big surprise... I kissed her, down to her neck and started grabbing her chest, her thighs, I made sure the cameraman was doing his job, he noticed my stare, and spoke his first command... Rip her skirt off, smile on my face, and on one single movement, the fabric tears apart and the skirt is off, as I expected, no underwear, just her soft skin under the see through body... She was already wet... She was enjoying this a bit too much.

- touch her, pleasure her

And my hand found her inner thighs, she moaned softly as she closed her eyes, her hands grabbed my hair and firmly guided her lips to mine... Was she playing her part? Was she being real?

- grab her like this was the first and only time you could have her

I grabbed her with much more strength than what she used to be grabbed by me, I'm playing my part, and I intended to do it perfectly. Kisses on her neck that turned to bite marks, my hand all wet by her excitement, her breast painfully squished under my hands, and her cleavage all exposed for both, the camera and me. She was the star of this, she was My star!... Beware the devil woman... She's gonna get you.

I tear her see through leaving her naked and helpless, her back to the bed, my gaze over her... She is just so beautiful, so perfect

- what a lovely sin you are My gi.... Love

She smiled for a bit, but she was starting to understand that there was something off, however she kept playing her part and started sucking me, gagging at me getting all her chest and chin cover in her saliva, I'm lost inside her... Even as I'm the one with the plan, I'm the one who is also going to pay the price.

- fuck her mouth, don't be soft

I grabbed her by the hair and started forcing her more and more, I got her eyes watering in no time, her makeup was good, not a single mark on her beautiful face, just the tears down her checks, my hand started to pleasure her again, we both were turned on but only one of us was enjoying it.

A moment went on like that, now I'm pounding her strongly, her legs wide open, her ankles on my hands and her moans filling the air, I keep looking at the cameraman to be sure he is doing his job, but to no surprise, he is doing more than his job.

I fucked her hard, i did my best this time, even so, I will never be sure if she was enjoying it because of that or because that little cunt behind the camera...

- dont cum inside...

And then he finally spoke with the truth...

- we know she likes it, but this part is not about her, it's about me, I mean you...

I smile... I got what i came looking for... Sure pal... Where do you want it? I spoke condescending...

Panic filled his throat... Words barely coming out, he knew he had fucked up, she knew her little secret was now completely out, now she was sure there was something very off with this... With me.

- all over her face, grab her hair and make her look at you and then to the camera

I kept pounding her, now she is in all 4, looking directly at the camera, at him... I have to admit, that part I did enjoy... Seeing his helpless gaze, his bonner through his pants... While I was the one enjoying her, while I was the one, at least physically pleasuring her. While I was still in control... Her back to my chest, her eyes still fixed at the camera and my hands, one on her neck and one on her chest, right above her heart...

It was time for the first act to end... I pulled out and put her in place, her face now all covered in me, she did well, she looked at me then at the camera and I went off the picture... Laughingly

- don't let her clean herself, allow me only a minute... Neither of you move an inch...

I went out of the room to my bag to retrieve 2 items.

- you moved pal.. I told you not to, you are ruining the shoot.

I toss her glasses to the bed... They were not easy to find, you were not very specific on your tale and what glasses she was wearing that day, I had to dig a lot to find them... Put them on love...

She complied and got them on, oh God how lovely she looks with them.

- now pal... It's your turn, have your way...use her as you wrote you in your tale.

I look at her, eyes wide open

- No, please, not in front of you, not like this...

- if not like this, like what?

- I don't know...

- please love... Make this one for me and then I'm out, all will be forgiven and forgotten, you are still Mine, to play and to care.

Go on pal... Now I hold the camera.

It might have been the fear or the time he spent stroking him under the pants while we were playing, but bhe only got so far as to come close to her and explode over her beautiful and now worried face... Beware devil woman, I'm going to get you from behind...

- oh... C'mon pal... That was no fun

I turned off the phone, tossed it over to him and got behind my princess... Love, we have a moment more and started to pleasure her again with my fingers while I whispered sweet nothing to her ear..

Time is up, you two have a party to attend. I took out of my pocket the second thing i got from my bag, last words spoken to my princes...

- have fun, be safe, there's a note on the roses... Don't ever play me again, and you pal, be sure she gets back home safe, savy?

- sure... His voice all confused and trembling.

- I don't want to go... I will never pla....

A warm feeling over her scrub and back, a bit rolling over her chest to her beautiful tits, a gargling moan and a sudden weight loss, a little razor blade on her side.

I wasn't done... I had to go out with a bang, or well, with a splash at least. Blood stains all over the bed, over her, a muffled screen and everything went dark.

" I knew I was not enough but you could have just told me the truth, so long My princess, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite".

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hootysblog · 2 years

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Day 11 of Hootvember!

Sorry, I forgot to post yesterday, so I'll do a story tomorrow because in my original Hootober, there wasn't anything for the 12.

Enjoy!

Day of Unity

Alador ran towards the chaos. He knew who he had to find. He ran past some weird bird tube, but Lilith caught his eye. He was able to free Lily and her crew, and he paid for it dearly.

"Hoot, my savior! I'm so glad to be out of that bubble! Hey, who are you? Are you a friend of Lulu's?"

"Calm down, don't give Alador a heart attack."

"Alador Blight?"

All of a sudden, Hooty started to hiss and go after him. He started running away from him.

"GET BACK HERE HOOT HOOT!! YOU HURT LUZ!"

"HOOTY, LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Lily yelled.

Hooty turned around to see Lily staring daggers at him. He grabbed Alador and brought him back to the group.

"I got my eyes on you, Blight!"

Alador shivered and groaned in disgust.

"So, where's your other half?"

"Please, don't mention that traitor to me. She ruined my family and my business and I want nothing to do with her."

Lily is stunned. "Woah. So you finally got rid of her? Nice!"

She playfully punched his arm.

"Did you see Amity anywhere?"

"No I haven't. Why?"

Alador started to pace. "The last time I saw her, she was heading up to the Titan's head to rescue Luz. Did you know they're dating?"

Lily chuckled. "Yes I did. But I didn't see her. Maybe she's up there." She pointed towards where all the coven heads were.

"Eda might've saw them!" Hooty cried from his portable house.

"Well then, let's go." Alador ran up there, followed by Lilith with Hooty, and the C.A.T.S.

They stopped in their tracks when they see the damage before them.

All of the Coven heads are showing getting up, while Eda is still protecting Raine.

"Edalyn!"

Eda's head looked towards Lily and a smile broke out on her face.

Lily rushed over and of course, Hooty interrupted them.

"Eda, what happened to your arm?!?"

Lily looked down and saw that her right hand was missing.

"It's okay Hooty," Lily reassured him, "It has to be around here somewhere."

Eda snorts. "Yeah, it's there, and over there, and there may be some left on Raine's hand."

Raine shivered at that description and slapped Eda.

"Ow! Oh c'mon. My coping mechanism is my radically infectious sense of humor!"

Raine sighed. "The curse started to kill Eda so I ripped her arm off and saved her life."

"My hero," Eda deadpanned said to them. "Hey, what's Blight doing here?"

Alador rushed over to Eda as soon as she said his name.

"Have you seen Amity?!"

"I have 2 kids to keep track of. I'm not keeping track of your kid, even though she's dating my kid."

Alador screamed in frustration.

"Woah, Alador. Calm down. What's going on?" Eda asked.

She heard a sniffle coming from him.

"Amity was going to go save Luz. She got taken by Kikimora and taken to Belos in the Titan's Head. The last I saw Amity, she was going there, along with her friends and the Golden Guard. I just need to know that she's safe."

Eda's blood ran cold. "We need to find them. NOW."

Raine looked towards the Titan's head.

"Uh guys?" They said. "The head is gone."

The gang whipped around to look at the area Raine was referring to. The head is no longer there.

"No, no, they couldn't have..." Eda whispered.

Alador dropped to his knees and pounded the ground in anger.

"She was only a teenager! They all were! My little girl..."

Eda heart breaks for Alador and walked over to him.

"Hey, Blight. Knowing my kid, they got somewhere safe."

"Like where?" Lily asked.

"I think Belos had the portal door there for reassembling," Raine muted quietly under their breath.

"Wait wait wait, Belos had the PORTAL DOOR?!" Eda screamed.

Raine rubbed their hands together. "Yeah, but I didn't think it would work considering it was all damaged and all."

Lily interrupted. "But Belos was able to create his own staff with artificial magic. He was capable of putting the portal door back together."

"And if he did use it..."

"LUZ AND HER FRIENDS ARE IN THE HUMAN REALM!" Hooty cried out.

Alador felt a wave of relief hit him. "Oh thank Titan. I know Amity and she definitely went with Luz."

"But we don't know for sure if they're there," Lily said sadly.

Eda glared at her. "We all know Luz. She protects her friends and we know if the portal was working, she would've saved her friends and herself. Now, we just need to find a way to get them back."

Raine pointed to the sky.

"We may have another issue on our hands."

All they can see is a strange child cheering about a new game.

#the owl house #toh season 2 #fanfic #toh spoilers

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sparklingchim · 3 years

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long way home 02 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 1.7k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: some mutual jealousy 🤨, hickeys, unpunctuality 😩, mentions of hooking up

summary: the one where jungkook breaks his promise for the first time.

a/n: posting part 2 after a little more than a week?? who is she???

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08| 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 |

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Your night was supposed to end up with finding someone nice at a club and going home with him.

Well, that's what Jimin and Seulgi forced you to do because you hadn't gone out since your last boyfriend. You gave in, maybe because you found it cute that they were so concerned about you and maybe because you partially believed that they were right - you should go out again and have fun. And while getting ready to get picked up by Jimin you even found yourself getting excited about spending the night out with friends again.

Anyways, your plan for the night got chucked in the bin when Jungkook gave you a phone call.

He asked if you could watch Nabi for the night. And you said yes because that's just what you do - being there for him whenever he needs you.

So that's why you're opening your front door with the shortest black dress that you own and with heels that you haven't had time to take of yet. When Jungkook arrives at your door he halts midst his movement and stares you up and down for a solid ten seconds before looking into your eyes.

"Were you planning to go out?"

"Sort of." You take the bag filled with Nabi's stuff from Jungkook's hand after he shakes it off his shoulder.

Gazing at your glossy painted lips he asks, "With whom?"

"Seulgi and Jimin." You stretch your arms to take Nabi from Jungkook but he doesn't make an attempt to give her to you.

"Jimin?" he asks, like he's never heard that name before which is stupid because Jungkook knows that he's one of your co-workers at the coffee shop. "I didn't know you were that close."

"Yesterday Seulgi stopped by and went on and off about how I should start clubbing with her again and then she saw Jimin and invited him as well. So, yeah, we aren't that close but he's nice and fun to be around." You shrug, not getting what the fuss was about.

"Oh." Jungkook realises that he unintentionally ruined your plans for the weekend and regretted asking you if you could babysit Nabi. You had already watched her this afternoon when he went to work and gave a few boxing classes. Though he can't shake the thought off that Jimin was also involved in your plans.

"Where are you taking her?" you ask.

Jungkook needs a second to grasp that you're talking about his date. "Cinema. She wanted to watch a movie." He carefully transfers Nabi in your arms. She immediately grabs a fistful of your hair and beams at you as you hold her against you.

"Hi, baby," you coo, chucking Nabi under her chin.

"I feel bad for ruining your plans for the night, y/n," Jungkook says.

You don't look at him when you answer, your eyes not able to look away from Nabi's elated face. "It's nothing. I'll just postpone it to tomorrow."

"I'll be back in probably two hours. Just text them that you'll come a little later than planned, okay?"

Now you tear your gaze up to him. "I can go tomorrow, Koo. You don't have to rush your date because of me."

"I'm back in two hours. I promise," he just says, ignoring your words. He presses a kiss on Nabi's forehead and you really try to ignore the whiff of cologne that comes with his proximity. "I already fed her, she'll probably doze off soon."

When he looks at you after he kisses Nabi his face is close to yours and for a mere second your gaze jumps to Jungkook's mouth. You swallow. They look so soft. And then he comes a little closer and soon you feel his tender lips on your temple, lingering there for probably longer than intended.

"Thanks for doing this. There's no one else quite like you, y/n."

With your heartbeat thundering in your chest you watch him close the door behind him.

Jungkook is a man of his word.

He truly is, never has you doubting anything that comes from his mouth.

He once said he'll pick you up from the train station right after his shift - which was mathematically almost impossible - but he said he could make it and in the end he did make it. He told you one random night in high-school that he'll always be the one picking you up at any party when you want to get home - and up till now, he always did, no matter at what ungodly hour it was, he was always there. He made a bet with you and promised to buy you ten packages of the stupid cookies from the grocery store - he had bought them, reluctantly, but he did.

However, right now it's the first time that Jungkook is breaking one of his promises.

After two hours had passed you were expecting Jungkook to ring your bell at any time. Your eyes constantly flicked to the door while you were sitting on the couch, a fluffy blanket thrown over you because you didn't bother to get out of your flimsy dress.

But it's been over an hour now and honestly, you don't expect Jungkook to come back anymore. He's never been like this. He always picked up Nabi at the exact time he told you he would - would even be too early at picking her up.

You hear Nabi whining a little in your bedroom. She was fussy the whole night and needed longer to fall asleep than usually. You get up and walk into your bedroom. Nabi is surrounded by lots of pillows to keep her from rolling of the bed. Her pacifier has magically disappeared and she's sucking on her little thumb. Her whines immediately stop when she notices you and you sigh because she's barely five months old and already knows her ways through life.

Weirdly, she's looking up at you with big, bright eyes and there's no trace of sleepiness left behind even though she didn't get much sleep.

"Want to accompany me while I'm waiting for you dada?" She gurgles and you take that as a yes.

Back in the living room you get under the blanket with Nabi on your lap.

"You think you're dad ran off with his new girl and left you and me alone?" you mutter, brushing your fingers through her thin strands of hair. She smiles like she's amused by that idea.

"Nabi, I really love you but you know what I'd love even more right now? Drowning myself in alcohol. You're dad is really testing my patience right now."

You can't help but slowly start feeling like Jungkook just used you to get rid of his dad duties and to have his fun tonight - which, there's obviously nothing wrong with wanting to have a little free time after all the months of raising a baby, but still, why isn't he answering his phone? Why isn't he available right now? You're not Nabi's mother, you're not responsible for her and Jungkook dropping her of at you place to have fun with this girl he just recently met and ignoring you for the past hour is making your stomach twist in an unpleasant way that you feel really bad for feeling, but it's there and you can't ignore it.

You call him but he doesn't answer. It's the third time you've tried to call him.

It's only about an hour later after you tried to entertain Nabi and yourself with blasting Baby Shark through your apartment and encouraging her to scream and babble the lyrics along with it and probably annoying the hell out of your neighbours - but honestly, hearing children's songs coming from your apartment isn't anything new so they're maybe used to it by now - when your door bell rings.

With Nabi laying her head against your shoulder you open the door and hear someone rush the stairs up.

When a heavy breathing Jungkook stops right in front of you you're ready to scold him but then you need a second to take a closer look at his appearance.

His hair is a total mess and his lips are puffy and his t-shirt is wrinkled and is...is that a hickey on his neck? His skin is bruised with red and purple marks. Your nose flares in irritation.

"I didn't realise how much time had passed," he explains. "We were - I mean, it was...I was about to pick up Nabi but then we got distracted and then she asked me for how long you'll watch over Nabi and then I panicked because I totally forgot that you..." He pauses, but then continues after a few seconds of silence, "But I am here now." He gives you a sheepish smile at the end of his explanation.

Jungkook forgot about you. It scares you how easy it is for him to forget you.

"You know, I'm happy for you getting out there again but don't let your dick take control over the duties you have in life, okay?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you wait for...2 hours?"

You sigh. "It's okay now. Just don't do it again." You can't stay mad at him. It's not even something big to be really mad about. You're a little hurt, but that's fine. Jungkook won't repeat it.

He looks guilty but then that look on his face vanishes as he realises that Nabi is still wide awake in your arms, looking at him with her big doe eyes and flashing him a big gummy smile.

"Why is she not sleeping?"

"She has been fussy the whole night. She kept waking up and didn't want to sleep." You won't mention the Baby Shark concert that you and Nabi were just holding in your living room.

"You love being difficult, don't you?" Jungkook scolds Nabi and takes her from you. He holds her in front of his face, looking at her with furrowed eyebrow and tries to look stern but all Nabi is interested in is slowly aiming her chubby hand to his eyebrow piercing and toying with the ring with her little fingers. "And you don't care the slightest, do you?"

You smile gently at the way his voice automatically turns soft when he talks to her. It's the love in his eyes whenever he looks at Nabi that squeezes your heart with warmth.

Before Jungkook leaves he presses a kiss on your cheek and thanks you for not staying angry at him and always being understanding.

For the rest of the night you think about the hickey adorning Jungkook's skin on his neck, even while you're out with Jimin and Seulgi. Even when you stumble home with a random guy - you can't get Jungkook out of your head.

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poppyseedfics · 2 years

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Hello hello~~ your confession HCs- im in LOVE pls you guys are great at writing ♡♡

umm if you could, confession HCs for Hajime and Ritsu if someone hasnt requested them already? Please and thank youu :DDD

(pls dont force yourselves to write if you have a lot of requests♡)

Hello! And THANK YOU <3 I've said it before, and I'll say it again: it means the absolute world to me that you guys enjoy our writing! The confession HCs have been a delight, and I'm thrilled we're still getting more requests!

In fact, I might be getting a little too excited- these posts keep getting longer! This post, plus maybe future ones of this series will be split up per character- The next half will be posted tomorrow and I'll link it here too, don't worry!

Regardless I hope you enjoy!! (Hajime is a favourite of mine, I hope this is cute enough for him <3)

Ritsu Confession HCs >>

Hajime Shino Confession HCs

Hajime was your rock- any time you felt worried or stressed and you'd find yourself by his side and calmed in an instant. He barely even had to do anything to calm your nerves, although it wasn't like you were about to complain when he'd whisper soft assurances and rub circles into your back.

You knew that Hajime worried about a lot of things too, although he seemed to battle everything himself. Never once had he come to you, or any of his unit, to truly confide in them. You were worried about him, to say the least. You wanted Hajime to know that he could rely on you, just as you did him.

But what could you do? Forcing him to admit his worries wasn't exactly going to help anything and just telling him you were open to talking didn't feel as sentimental as you'd like… so you thought up the perfect little idea.

By all means, the plan would take a while- you weren’t exactly a master of the skills required, but that wasn’t going to stop you. You bought all the pieces you needed; A plant pot, a small growth of lavender, fabric, a needle and thread, and most importantly, a bracelet.

You spent a large amount of time researching and learning what types of lavender produced the strongest aroma, and of course their growing conditions. You'd bought a small pot of a lavender that fit your requirements and had continued to take care of it, the seller telling you it would flower in just over a month. That meant you had a month to learn how to sew.

It was hard at first. You kept pricking yourself and your designs always turned out wonky… but you were getting better. Hajime owned a lot of lavender pouches and you were sure you couldn't compete with the designs those had, but again, that wasn't going to stop you. Plus, you had something extra up your sleeve.

A month flew by rather quickly and now it was time to see if all your hard work had paid off.

You'd asked Hajime if he'd like to go stargazing with you that night and instead of anxiously staring at your phone waiting for a response you'd busied yourself with finalizing everything. You'd picked and dried all the lavender and begun tying it all up and slipping it into your hand embroidered bag.

Hajime had refused anything but arriving at your house and walking with you to the park, considering it was now after sunset.. And well that wasn't a problem with you. Grabbing a picnic blanket and some snacks you began your short trek to the park by your house.

The walk there was pleasant- filled with idle chatter about school and your daily lives. Hajime so kindly set out the blanket for you and the two of you plopped down, shoulder to shoulder. Once the conversation had lulled, you'd taken it as the moment for your gift.

"Hajime, I made something for you," you'd plucked the little bag and a bracelet from your bag and presented it to him.

He hesitantly took the two items from you, letting his eyes fall to them after you offered a smile. The bags fabric was a baby blue and embroidered onto it was a few lavender flowers as well as two little white rabbits. Watching as he so delicately handled the bag with such an awe stricken smile left your heat fluttering.

He pried it open and a flicker of confusion danced across his face. Inside were so many little small wrappings of lavender. You'd picked a few grains and sewn them into little pockets that looked like candies, the lavender in the middle with the ends pinched and the end fabric bunched up.

Plucking one from his palm you showed how the bracelet worked. It was just a simple black leather cord that had a little rabbit charm and what appeared to be two clamps on either end. You clamped one end onto one side of the lavender bundle and then asked for Hajime's wrist. He quickly obliged and you fit it around his wrist then clamped the other side down.

"It's so you can always smell some lavender whenever you need! Your pouches are a bit obvious so I thought you could do with something more discreet… The individual pouches should last a few weeks, then you can squash the flowers for a little longer, and when it finally stops smelling you just replace it."

Hajime was just staring at his wrist at this point, eyes wide and a feint blush upon his cheeks.

"You… you did all this? For me?"

You nodded, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck, "Of course. I… really like you, Hajime… and I wanted to show you that."

You could only giggle as Hajime launched himself at you, throwing his arms around your neck in a hug.

"You have no idea how happy this makes me-"

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Gimme Shelter - 7

Here it is, the last chapter of Gimme Shelter. It took me a while to write it, I kinda had a hard time to let Kat and Henry go... I'm going to miss them. I hope you like the ending I chose for these two. If so, please let me know by leaving a comment, reblog or like. Feedback is much appreciated. 💜

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~ 4.5 k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more? Chapter 7: An important conversation, a celebration and lots of love.

You can find the previous chapters and my other fics on my masterlist!

Warnings: RPF, mention of mental health issues, smut, sex (p in v), vanilla, unprotected sex, nsfw, 18+, fluff

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

I got a little help with a certain paragraph, thank you so much @sillyrabbit81 for your advice and your support. Love ya 💕

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Face claims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill or anyone who's related to him in any way, this is pure fiction and a lot of wishful thinking.

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Let the grand finale begin....

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"There's no need to be nervous, Kat."

Henry gave her a smile before taking a sip of his coffee.

They were sitting at their gate, waiting to board the plane that was going to fly them to Jersey.

"I know", Kat sighed, shaking her head slowly, "but I still am. I haven't seen your family in years, there will be so many people I don't know…"

"And they will love you. Look, Kitty, today is gonna be relaxed. You'll meet my parents, my brothers and their families and that's it. Just a casual dinner. Tomorrow there will be the celebration and I promise you it's gonna be great. My folks know how to party," he winked at her with a grin, "and on Sunday everyone except for my parents will be gone and we have a whole week to relax and just enjoy the island and our time together. Okay?"

"Okay," she smiled at him and took a bite of the muffin she had bought at one of the airport cafes, "I'll try to relax. Just distract me, tell me something... anything."

"That's the text for Instagram. The open letter to my fans and followers."

"Well, actually there's really something I want to talk to you about", Henry said reluctantly. He grabbed his phone and opened his google docs. "I need your opinion on this." He gave her his mobile.

Kat saw that the display showed a long text. "What's that?"

"I see," Kat chewed on her lip, looking him in the eyes, "and you want me to proofread it?"

"I want to know what you think about it."

"Alright. Let's see."

She stared at the words on the screen with a beating heart. Henry had been working on this statement quite a while now and she knew it would include his plans for the future. They had talked about different scenarios but she didn't know what he'd finally decided to do with his life and his work. She was curious but at the same time she was scared because many of these scenarios meant that he was going to leave St. Ives and her life. She took a deep breath and started to read.

The statement was deep and of unabashed openness. The way Henry described what he had gone through in the past year was very touching and she had to fight back tears several times. Relief flooded her when she read that he was asking his fans to give him a little more time to reorientate and that he intended to remain in the background for a little longer, stating that he was very happy at the sanctuary he had found and that good friends had given him shelter. What left her completely amazed was the last paragraph.

"Kal is going to take over your Instagram?"

Henry grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah. For a while. I think it's a good solution. I'm going to post pictures of him with captions that let people know what I'm doing without giving up my privacy until I'm ready to return and face the public again. It's my way of letting my fans be a part of my life although I'm not really present. I want to share what I'm up to but not the way I used to do it. I want to do more than promotion and I want to be more than a thirst trap, Kitty."

"You're much more than that, Hen", she took his hands in hers, looking at him with a frown, "so much more."

He gave her a grateful smile.

"I know that but many people don't and that's my own fault. The way I've presented myself on social media was very one-sided in the last year and it will be interesting to find out how many of my 17 Mio followers still like me when all they'll get to see in the next weeks is my dog. The ones that remain are the ones that count and in the future I want them to see who I am and what's important to me. I have picked three topics I want to concentrate on. First: conversation and protection of species in cooperation with Durrell. Second: mental health, focusing on problems men often face. I want to found a charitable trust that helps and supports men with mental health issues and that raises awareness of that topic. Thirdly: Fitness, because it's such an important part of my life. I want to show how good moving can make you feel but I also want to show the risks of overdoing it and that even very fit people can still have body issues and how I deal with these issues myself."

"First of all I think the statement you want to post is great. It's so sincere and you open up so much... It's a risk because you expose yourself but I think people will appreciate your honesty and I'm sure many can identify with what you've been through. And your plans sound fantastic, Henry. I know how important these topics are to you and you're going to be a great ambassador for all of this because it's authentic. This is you, people will notice and appreciate that." She couldn't help but give him a spontaneous hug. "God, Henry, I'm so happy for you."

Henry let out a sigh and shrugged, looking at Kat with an expression full of doubt and insecurity.

"What do you think?"

He hugged her back, pulling her into a tight embrace. "That's such a relief, Kat. I was worried it might sound stupid."

"Not a bit! It sounds perfect. But what about work? Do you already know where to go with your job?"

He took a deep breath.

"Yes. I want to return to filming but I want to leave my comfort zone a bit and try to get different kinds of roles. I'll have to talk to my agent and hope that he can find some interesting projects for me. I also thought about going on the stage again. Back to the roots, maybe I will find a theater that is willing to give me a chance. But that's just an idea, I'm open to anything. I just know for sure that I love my job. I want to be an actor and I'm ready to work again."

"And you will work again. I'm sure. Are you going to tell your family about your plans?"

"Sure. It will be a great relief for them to see that I'm back on track."

"Of course. It's a relief for me too."

"I know…"

They were interrupted by the announcement that boarding was about to start and so they got on the plane, heading to Jersey with a pretty good feeling.

****

36 hours later Kat was still feeling pretty good. The garden party was in full swing and she really enjoyed the jolly atmosphere, the food, the drinks and most of all Henry's company. His family had given her a very warm welcome and so she had a very good time. The garden was beautifully decorated and lit by countless torches, candles and chinese lanterns. A local band was playing cover songs on a little stage and a clown was entertaining the children.

It was almost midnight when Henry turned to her with a smile.

"Time for the big surprise."

"Can't wait. You've been such a mystery-monger lately."

"I know, but you'll soon know why."

"Well, you want to surprise your mum. Isn't that the reason?" Kat was visibly confused and Henry gave her one of his perfectly imperfect winks.

"My mum and...you. Maybe?"

He went away with a grin and left Kat with a beating heart. What kind of surprise could he possibly have for her? On his mother's birthday? She smoothened out her plain black dress with a nervous gesture before she followed Henry with her eyes, her arms resting on the cocktail table right in front of the stage. When he grabbed the microphone, Kat assumed he wanted to hold a speech, maybe telling his family and friends about his future plans but when he turned to the band leader for a whispered exchange she knew there was more to it. Henry nodded at each of the band members and Kat could tell he was nervous by his body language.

"Hello everyone," his deep voice echoed through the speakers, "I'm sorry to interrupt, I know everyone is having a great time and don't worry, I'm not going to bore you with a speech, but I still have prepared a little something. A surprise."

He flashed a bright smile at his mother, ignoring the teasing cheers and whistles coming from his brothers.

"Mum, I racked my brain over a special present for weeks. What would make you happy? What would surprise you? Eventually I had this idea I knew you'd love but that really got me out of my comfort zone. I worked hard on it and I hope you and everybody else will like the result." Henry cleared his throat with a sheepish smile.

"Come on man, spill it." That was Henry's younger brother Charlie and Kat couldn't help but chuckle when his older brother Simon joined in.

"Yeah, Hen, the suspense is killing us."

Henry shook his head, laughing and Marianne Cavill shushed her sons with an amused smile.

"Okay, well... I'm going to sing for you."

"Oh please, spare us. You can't sing." Charlie again, he'd always been a cheeky guy and obviously he hadn't changed a bit. Henry laughed out loud, pointing his finger at Charles.

"Right, brother, that's why I took lessons. I spent many, many hours at our neighbour's who is a vocal coach. Kat is my witness."

All eyes turned on her now and she couldn't give them much more than a shrug, a nod and a smile to confirm his words. She wasn't able to say anything, but her mind was racing. He had been taking singing lessons with Mel, who had been a music teacher and vocal coach before her marriage. The revelation hit her hard and unexpected, flooding her with relief and a hint of shame. She had been so suspicious all this time without a reason. Nothing had been going on between Hen and Mel, nothing inappropriate, nothing intimate. He had been telling the truth.

Henry's voice interrupted her thoughts and she took a deep breath, turning her attention to what was happening on stage.

The band started to play and Kat immediately recognized the song, Green, Green Grass of Home, and when Henry began to sing she was completely captivated by his full, warm and dark voice. He did great up there and it didn't take people long to pull out lighters and smartphones to wave them in the air to the slow rhythm of the song, creating a sea of lights that illuminated the garden.

"Well...I better get started before I chicken out and change my mind." He nodded at the band with a grateful smile.

"We only had the chance to rehearse two times so please be lenient with me. Thanks guys for playing along and allowing me to take over... Anyway, I've prepared three songs. Enjoy."

Kat looked at Mrs Cavill, no, at Marianne -it still felt strange to call her by her first name- and she was beaming, tears of pride and joy sparkling in her eyes. Kat was incredibly happy and proud too, it just felt so good to see Henry perform, completely at ease with himself, confident and charming as ever.

The next song seemed to be some kind of family hymn. After only a few lines of Neil Diamond's Sweet Caroline everybody was singing along, even the kids, and Kat joined in, soaking up the jolly atmosphere and the good mood that was so infectious. Henry obviously had a great time too. He was smiling all over his face and it made Kat glad to see him so relaxed and happy. Before he began singing the last song, he spoke softly into the microphone.

"The next one is for everyone who's in love. Grab your loved ones and get on the dancefloor, it's time for slow-dancing", and after a little pause he added, "this one's for you, Kat."

I know that you've been hurt before

He looked her straight in the eyes and his words sent shivers down her spine. She noticed the curious glances people gave her and she knew she was blushing but she did her best to pretend to be cool, calm and collected, taking a sip of her red wine. When the music set in, Kat easily recognized the song. It was a slow version -Henry's version- of a Curtis Stigers song and she already loved it after the first few words. She knew the lyrics by heart and thinking about them awoke the butterflies in her belly.

Happy couples filled the dancefloor looking lovingly at each other, dancing slowly to the music. Henry's full voice was perfect for the song and he kept looking at Kat. Their eyes were locked and to her it felt like no one else was around, like Henry was singing just for her.

But that won't happen anymore, no no

Just give your heart to me

And I'll guard it with my life

I don't know what I'd do

Baby, without you

His words found their way right into her heart and for the first time in 22 years she felt ready to finally let go of the past, to completely trust him again, to believe him and to forgive him.

You're all that matters to me

The ground that you walk

The air that you breathe

Someday you'll discover

I don't want no other, believe me

You're all that matters, baby

All that matters to me

She realized that a teardrop was rolling down her cheek and she wiped it away hastily. Concern was showing in Henry's eyes when he saw that she was crying but the smile she gave him showed him it was a tear of joy and relief flooded him. He couldn't wait to finish the song now, couldn't wait to dance with Kat, to hold her in his arms.

Loud applause followed his performance, accompanied by calls for an encore that he declined politely with a shy smile. Henry made sure to tell the band to continue with some ballads and after receiving some very tight hugs and kisses from his extremely happy and proud mother he finally joined Kat at their table.

"Fancy a dance?" He offered her his hand with a charming smirk.

She nodded and took his hand, following him to the dance floor where he pulled her close. They swayed slowly to "You Are The Sunshine of my life" for a while without saying anything, content with just looking at each other, before Kat broke the silence.

"You were great up there."

"You liked it?"

"I loved it, Hen. You have a wonderful voice. Mel seems to be a good coach." Kat gave him a sheepish smile.

"Yeah, she is. Once she'd realized that I wasn't interested in more than singing lessons she was very professional and pretty strict."

Henry grinned at her, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise and I wanted you to trust me." He shrugged, giving her a tender smile.

"And I didn't. I let you down. I was such an idiot, Henry. I should have believed you, I am so sor…"

"No, Kitty, please... don't apologize, okay?" He looked at her with a frown, seriousness showing in his eyes. "You had every right to be mistrustful, I understand that. Just tell me that you think you will be able to trust me again some day."

"I already do. I…"

They bumped into another couple and it wasn't the first time. The dance floor was crowded and everyone was keen on congratulating Henry on his performance. It felt like every single party guest was watching them.

"Wanna leave?"

"Yes," Kat nodded with a smile.

****

"It's so peaceful, isn't it?"

"It is. It's beautiful." Kat squeezed Henry's hand before resting her head against his shoulder. They were walking down the beach along the dark shore, that was romantically enlightened by a bright full moon hand, in hand. The sea was calm, just giving off its soothing sounds and a cool breeze that made Kat shiver. Henry took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Thanks", Kat said with a smile, "not only for the jacket but for bringing me here and for this wonderful night."

"Did you enjoy the party?"

"Of course, it was so much fun and I loved your performance. Especially the third song."

Henry stopped walking and turned to her, taking both of her hands in his, looking her deep in the eyes.

"Every single word was true, Kat. I meant it. I'd never hurt you again. You're really all that matters to me. I know you find it hard to believe me, but…"

"I believe you," Kat cut in, "I felt it. I feel it now."

Henry stared at her. "You do?"

"Fuck, yes, I do!" Kat threw her head back, laughing out loud, feeling incredibly happy and light-hearted all of the sudden. "And I feel the same, Hen. Exactly the same."

She cupped his face with her hands and did what she had been longing to do for so long. She kissed him. It was a gentle kiss, almost shy and when Henry felt her mouth on his, her soft lips united with his, skin on skin, no tongue, just tenderness and love, he was beyond happy and savoured every single second.

When Kat pulled away reluctantly he rested his forehead against hers taking a deep breath.

"I feel like 17 again", he whispered.

Kat laughed softly at his words. "So do I. It feels great."

The next kiss started off just like the previous one, innocent and sweet, but when Henry pulled Kat close to deepen the kiss all the bottled-up sexual tension and energy, all the suppressed passion and desire of more than 20 years erupted and they started to make out hungrily, starving for love and intimacy. After a while things really heated up and Henry was the one to put the brakes on when Kat started to fumble with his fly.

"If you don't want me to take you right here we better take it to the bedroom, Kitty", Henry sighed, his voice thick with arousal and desire.

"Well, I've never done it on the beach…", Kat smirked, biting her lower lip.

"Seriously? Here?" Henry took a look around checking if the coast was clear.

"I was joking, Hen. I hate having sand in every pore." Kat nudged him with a grin. "Just take me home."

They made it to the cottage in record time and started to undress each other right in the little hallway, kissing and fumbling like teenagers. While Kat was unzipping Henry's trousers, he was unsuccessfully trying to open her bra.

"Front clasp, Hen", Kat explained to him breathlessly.

"Fuck", Henry chuckled, "I swear I'm not gonna be that clueless once I'll have you naked."

"Good," she answered with a lewd smile, stripping off her bra when he'd finally managed to open it, standing in front of him in just her panties.

"God, you're beautiful, Kitty." Henry let his eyes wander all over her body while stepping out of his pants. He took off his socks and now he was facing her naked too, except for his briefs.

"You don't look so bad yourself, pop."

She grabbed him by the hem of his underwear, pulling him close for another kiss. Kat gasped when he lifted her up effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling his hard-on pressing against her wet panties. She moaned into his mouth when he moved his hips, dry humping her teasingly. Henry carried Kat to his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He stripped off her pants before he did the same with his and when they finally were both naked he climbed on top of her, looking her deep in the eyes, before kissing her again. It was a long, slow kiss and Kat let her fingers run over his back till they reached his butt. She squeezed his ass and pulled him close, sighing with lust when Henry started to kiss her tits and to suck her nipples. She reached between her legs and grabbed his dick that was pretty impressive, giving it a few strokes that made him moan loudly.

"Fuck, Kat...I need you…I need to feel you...now."

She brought the tip of his cock to her entrance, bucking her hips, inviting him in.

"Take me. I'm yours, Henry."

"Are you on birth control?"

"I am, don't worry. Just go for it. Please."

Her words weren't more than a hoarse whisper but Henry heard them crystal clear. He moaned again when he realized that it was finally going to happen. He was about to make love to Kat and it was like a dream come true. A hot, sexy, wet dream and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He penetrated Kat slowly, gently, enjoying the moment that marked the beginning of their first time.

"God, Hen…", Kat moaned softly as he stretched her pussy, kneading his ass and lifting her hips to meet him halfway, "you feel great."

"I love you, Henry," she whispered before she came with a loud moan. She arched her back and Henry felt the shiver that ran through her body and the contraction of her pussy that tightened around his cock. The feelings that flooded him were more than Henry could take and he cried her name out loud when he got off, releasing an enormous amount of cum and the thought of filling her up like this made him thrust into her cunt hard and deep one last time. "Fuck...Kitty." He collapsed on top of her, gasping and panting, holding her tight, pressing a kiss on her lips. Henry looked her in the eyes with a loving smile.

He started to move slowly once he filled her completely, looking her in the eyes. It was impossible to turn back time. He wasn't her first, she wasn't his first but he still intended to make their first time together feel special, he didn't want to fuck her mindless, he wanted to make tender love to her. He thrusted a little faster and deeper now and Kat followed his rhythm, her gaze resting on his face. They shared another sensual kiss, moving in sync for a wonderful long time, prolonging the intimate moment as much as possible, enjoying the sensation of closeness, their bodies and souls connected.

Henry's moans got louder, turning into raspy grunts which was a great turn on for Kat, who was a panting mess. Breathing heavily she was getting closer to cumming with every thrust that hit her cervix, with every stroke, brushing against her g-spot, with his lower body pressing and rubbing against her clit. She watched Henry, who had his head bent back now, eyes half closed, his upper body propped up on his elbows that were placed left and right of her torso. She wrapped her legs around him, making him go even deeper before she grabbed his head and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. They locked eyes and his gaze was full of tenderness, his pupils tinted black and filled with lust.

"I love you too, Kat."

A few minutes later they were lying side by side, holding hands, their faces turned to each other.

"We should have done that 22 years ago."

Henry grinned at Kat, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"I doubt it would have been so good. Teenage Kat was very self-conscious and a little prude and I guess teenage Henry wasn't a pro at handling this weapon right from the start." Kat touched his dick and gave him a teasing wink that made Henry chuckle.

"Right. We've come a long way. It just feels like we've wasted so much time...all these years."

"We can't change that, Hen", Kat said, "but we can make the most of the time that's still to come. Let's just be happy together from now on. Let's spend as much time together as possible, let's have lots and lots of fucking great sex, let's have fun, let's share our joys and sorrows, let's share our lives."

****

Epilogue

Two years later.

Kat sat at her desk in her office with a happy smile on her face. Mr. Darcy was sleeping on her lap and she held a letter in her hands. Bringing it close to her nose she took a deep breath, smelling Henry's scent, his tangy, musky cologne. It was a habit they had established in the last years. Whenever Henry and Kat were separated for more than a few days they sent each other love letters. Handwritten in ink, the exclusive, handmade writing paper perfumed with their odours, the lines filled with their love. The letters usually weren't long, most of the time they shared just short poems or simply a few sentences about how their days had been without each other. It was their old fashioned way of showing their affection and of staying in touch in addition to their conversations via phone or facetime.

"A letter from daddy", Kat whispered, stroking her round belly tenderly. Eight weeks to go until they would welcome their first child and a little more than half a year until their wedding. "Let's see what it's saying."

Kat opened the letter carefully and pulled out the thick paper to unfold it.

"My darling Kitty,

Only three days to go until I finally can take you in my arms again. I can't wait to kiss your lips and your belly to greet you and our little bean. I don't have much time, you know how tight my schedule is, but I needed to write down this poem for you. It would make a great wedding vow, don't you think? Just read it and let me know how you feel about it when I'm back.

"Mouthful Of Forevers

I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.

Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal.

I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book.

I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane."

Isn't it perfect for us?

by Clementine von Radics

I love you!

Forever yours,

Henry"

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The End

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sylverstorms · 3 years

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Mother Miranda x Lawyer!Oc ----Tilted Scales

Hello guys :) This is another commission I wrote for the amazing, wonderful @saltwatereulogies

Your support has been insane, I can't thank you enough. Hope you enjoy the story ❣

Three days.

That is how long you've been in the village, after years of studying abroad, before everything turns to shit.

As you slowly blink focus back into your eyes, you try to clear the haze from your mind. It feels as though you've collided with a truck. Your body hurts, your wrists protest in their iron cuffs, stuck to the wall as they are, having supported your weight while you were unconscious.

Desperately, you try to recollect the events that led you here...

A grey sky. A bleak day. One moment you were making coffee for your mother, excited to be able to sit down with her in the mornings again... and the next you heard the echo of screams.

Overcome by adrenaline, you bolted out of your house, only to witness a scene straight from a nightmare; humanoid monsters ripping villagers apart, cries and blood and animalistic growls all blending together into one mad mix.

And before you could even warn your mother...

Damn it all, what the fuck happened!

You suddenly struggle against your bonds, hard enough to rattle your whole frame. Your wrists burn from the grind against metal, but you don't care–

“Stop that. It is pointless and you will only injure yourself.” A cold voice, strangely familiar, says from far to your right.

You peer deep into the shadows, searching for the only other person in the empty room... until you see her. A mask advances on you, gold and shaped like a crow's visage, then wings folded into a cloak come into view.

You would be a fool to not recognize her. The local saint. The village's prophet. The very 'saint' your mother prayed to, for your safe return, all these years. Mother Miranda.

The sound of her heels bounces off the walls until she comes to stand directly in front of you. Looking past the openings of her mask now, you realize....

This isn't possible.

She hasn't aged a day. Not a single day, since you left the village. The years should show around her deadly blue eyes, somewhere, and yet they don't.

“I see you remember me...” she says, while you're still trying to find your voice. “Miss Warren.”

“What is going on? Mother Miranda, what happened to the village?!” you demand.

Her expression shows nothing. “The village is in need of... renovation.” she speaks, even, regal. “Repopulation, even.”

You stare at her with wide eyes.

“Now, don't give me that look. You would not be here if you weren't of the ones I chose to keep.” she continues. “You see, from now on, every single person in my domain will make themselves useful in some way, or they will be replaced. And you... you have been abroad studying law for a while now, yes?”

“I... yes.” you reply, still not fully having wrapped your mind around your situation.

“Excellent. What I need from you is simple. You will make the village independent from the state’s taxes as a religious organization... and you will keep foreign investors out from that point onward.”

What... what part of that is simple?!

“Do that for me and in return I guarantee your mother and you will go back to your house safe and sound. You will have no shortage of Lei for as long as you live, Miss Warren.” Miranda promises.

But it is not the sweet part of the deal your mind stays glued to. “And if...” you gulp. “If I can't work around the law to do that...?”

Miranda blinks slowly at you, like you shouldn't even ask such a basic question. Like the answer is obvious.

“Well. Then I have no further use for either of you.”

It is in this moment that it dawns on you.

This woman is no angel and no saint.

She is a devil.

You spend countless sleepless nights pouring over every single paragraph, every little opening or ambiguity in the law you can use to free the village of taxes.

To keep your mother in the dark about this, you work in the office Mother Miranda has provided for you, in her very stronghold.

Although technically it's her home, you don't see her nearly as much as you initially thought. She is gone throughout the day and returns late at night, not even sparing you a glance before heading for her chambers, at the upper sections of the building.

The days she does come into your office to inquire on your progress are few and far-between, your conversations always short and cold.

This evening is different.

“How is your work coming along, Miss Warren?” the prophetess asks with her aggravatingly nice accent, seating herself like a queen on the chair in front of your desk.

Your eyes are tired, but you force them on hers, through the mask obscuring her face. “I think I've got it. I'll be sending the necessary papers tomorrow and the answer shouldn't take longer than a month.”

“Very good.” she nods, a miniscule curve to her lips.

Icy eyes then drop to the wine in the whiskey glass at the corner of the desk. You think she will make a comment about drinking at work, but instead she says;

“Pour me a glass, will you?”

You will your hands steady as you comply, then carefully slide her drink over.

Miranda takes her mask with claw-shrouded fingers... and soundnessly sets it on the wooden surface. Then she pushes the veil at her hair back, shaking long, platinum locks free.

You do a double take you hope she doesn't notice. Because what the actual fuck.

You didn't think her hair was that long, or that straight, or that it would fall over her shoulders like she's staring in a shampoo ad. You didn't think her lips were shaped like a cupid's bow or that her skin was this flawless and radiant.

The helplessly lesbian part of you could begrudgingly admit she was beautiful before... but now you arrive to the painful realization she's drop-dead gorgeous.

“So. I've heard you won cases others would describe as impossible.” she begins.

“Nothing's impossible. You just need to know where to look.” you reply. Law is your comfort zone and she is not that far above you here. “But how do you know that?”

“I have my sources.”

"Nobody truly leaves this village, huh.”

“Not without my consent, no. But I knew you'd come back.” At your slight frown, she elaborates, “You would never leave your mother behind.”

She's right. There was a whole world of opportunities waiting for you out there and yet... here you are.

“Good work, so far. You can take the next two days off. Your eyes could use the rest, Miss Warren.” Miranda speaks, finishing her wine.

“Sarah.” you say. 'Miss Warren' is for clients and she is your boss.

Miranda's lips give a slight quirk that may or may not be a trick of the light.

“I know.” she replies and exits the room, long hair billowing behind her back.

The taxes were only the first challenge. Now that the village is free of them, investors are flying in circles around it like vultures over meat.

In the meantime, Miranda comes to talk to you more frequently.

Lately, it seems she has more free time. You wish that was a good thing, but...

“So... are you like... going to stay here?” You ask after reading the same sentence five times to make sense of it, because her gaze on you is distracting as fuck.

“I'm not getting in the way of your work.” she says. You want to argue she is, but can't quite do that in a way that won't get you killed.

“I'm simply not used to working with company. Isn't this boring for you?”

“No, actually. I find it interesting, even though science is my field of expertise.” she answers. “And the way you take notes is… amusing.”

You try not to blush as you look down at your notebook, filled with different colored markers and post-it squares with tiny stick figures pointing to the more important paragraphs. You have been doing this for so long to sort out information you didn't even realize you were keeping it up in her presence.

“What is this supposed to be?” she asks with a small smile, the first of its kind you've seen.

To your horror, her clawed pointer aims at a particularly silly doodle, barely the size of a pencil's eraser.

“A... bird.” you grimace like you've been stabbed.

“Ah, of course.” Miranda holds back a chuckle but you can tell she's dying to make a comment.

Studying becomes hell for the rest of the time she's there with you, those sharp eyes picking apart every little move you make. At the same time, though, the hours you spend with her make you realize...

She's not a saint, though she may look like one. She's not completely a devil, either, even if she may act as one, at times.

She's human.

Miranda shares nothing about herself when you chat, but she seems to like it when you speak about your time abroad and all the things that left an impression on you there.

Your conversation over wine is cut short, however, when you receive a call from a number you learned means nothing but trouble, lately.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” you tell her.

The one calling you is none other than this month's rival lawyer, trying to dispute your claim over the land for his own boss. He's lost to you before, so it's also personal, but you are confident you have cornered them good with the latest papers you sent them...

And you are proven correct, when, a few seconds later, he is all faux polite on the other line, resorting to offering you money for you to withdraw your arguments.

Miranda comes to stand next to you, listening in to what he's saying.

The problem with that is, the second her arm brushes yours and you catch a whiff of her perfume –which always lingers in your office long after she's left— youare the one who stops listening to him.

Your attention flies to other things, like the inches she has on you, the exact color of her pale blonde hair, the little glint of victory in her stunning eyes.

Oh, no. God, no...

You know what this is, the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Alarm bells go off in the back of your head, as though your own mind is telling your body how foolish it's being.

There isn't a worse thing you can do to yourself than be attracted to Miranda.

Over time, familiarity with the prophetess brings higher levels of difficulty into your 'try to ignore your crush on her' game.

Miranda joins your side and leans over your shoulder, sometimes, to peer down at what you're doing. You don't move and don't breathe until she's within a safe distance again.

Then there are the wayward 'reward' touches, when you turn another investor away from the village. She may pat your back or leave her hand on your shoulder, or even scratch your nape with her claws as a job well done.

You hope your poker face hides the fact you feel her touch on you for far longer than you should, after she's gone.

Tonight, the situation is the toughest it's ever been for you.

There is a rainstorm going on outside; the waterdrops are tapping against the windows of your office as though they're trying to break it. Miranda has pulled her chair next to you so you can talk easier, without having to shout over the cacophony.

“And basically the judge's decision was that—”

You are interrupted by a blinding flash of lighting, during which your mind lets you know the stronghold is easily the tallest structure in it's vicinity—

When thunder cracks down the sky and strikes the building, you nearly scream. Your body tenses and you jump; but Miranda's hands come to your biceps and hold you steady, against herself and your desk.

Another flash comes before you really have time to think about your proximity. She covers your ears with her palms before the thunderclap can send you into overdrive again.

“You are with me and you're scared of a little thunder?” she teases when things quiet down and your heartbeat eases.

It's true; Miranda is the more terrifying force of nature. At the same time, however...

You feel oddly safe to be this close to her.

“Well... I'm not scared right now...” you quietly admit.

Her pointer comes underneath your chin and lifts it so you are looking straight into her hypnotic blue eyes. How is this color even real...

“And why is that?” Miranda asks, her wings coming around you both. They're curtains of black, cutting out some of the storm's sounds.

You want nothing more in this moment than to run your fingers through each individual feather.

You lick your lips. That's...not a question you can answer if you want the balance in your arrangement with her to remain.

Perhaps, though, the scales have tilted for you long ago. You just haven't been brave enough to admit it.

You have the courage to face it now when she leans down and covers your lips with hers, warm in a manner you never imagined she could be.

Her wings pull tighter around you and your mouths slide more firmly together. Lipbalm and creamy lipstick mix, tongues brush, tasting of wine. You are shaking so bad on the inside from how much you want this, more of this, the rumbling of the thunder be damned.

Miranda's palm cups your flaming cheek when she pulls back, perfectly composed and staring at you with a little smirk in place.

You dare to turn a little, lay a tiny kiss on the inside of her wrist, beyond her rings and accessories.

You aren't very fond of storms, but...

You willingly walk right into the eye of this one.

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wovenstarlight · 3 years

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It isn't a thud so much so as a rush of mana in the air that alerts him. Taewon looks up with a frown, waiting.

"SORRY!" comes a holler, and a moment later Yumi is in the doorway, worriedly glancing towards the bed. "That didn't wake him, did it?"

"No, he's fine. What happened?"

"Phew!" Yumi fans herself with one slim hand, features relaxing. "Just some papers the little guy left on the kitchen table. I caught them wrong when I was going to check out the cat thing."

"The Horned Flame Lion?"

"That!"

They nod to each other in acknowledgement. Taewon resumes watching the bed, while Yumi takes up her post by the doorway.

"...Um, so Migyeong ahjumma's taken Seokwoo ahjussi to go to visit their families," Yumi starts, only to pause and frown. "Jeez, what's his problem?"

"Yoojin can't hear us," Taewon obligingly informs the room at large, receiving only stony silence in response. He glances back at Yumi. "You can continue, if you want."

She's still frowning at the bed. "No," she mumbles. "I don't think I will, actually. You've got him?" Taewon nods. "Right. I think I'll go check on Baby."

Taewon nods again, then considers the inhabitants of the room. "Tell Taemin he can take tomorrow morning off," he decides. "I can handle this alone."

"You're sure? Ranks don't mean much anymore, you know."

"Which is exactly why I'll be fine." He likes it better like this. "I'll see you tomorrow, Yumi-ssi."

"Take care," she responds politely, before fading into thin air. Taewon watches the spot she just vacated for a few seconds before turning his attention back to the bed, and this time, to the silent shadow looming at the head of it.

"You know we're here to watch over him."

Han Yoohyun gives him a distant glance before going back to watching his brother. Taewon resists the urge to pinch his nose; now that he no longer breathes, he's lucky he doesn't have the air for a sigh.

"If you're intent on doing the same, then we should work together. The others and I have organized a system—"

"He isn't."

"...Pardon me?"

Han Yoohyun doesn't look away from Yoojin, sprawled ungracefully on the couch. "He isn't fine."

—Ah, right, when he was talking to Yumi. "If this is about watching you die—"

Han Yoohyun shakes his head. "He was going to let the Lauchtas kill him," he murmurs faintly. Almost dizzily. "He just.... stood there."

Ah. Well. Perhaps it is more of a surprise when you haven't been watching him cross roads without looking both ways for months now. He mulls over how to respond for a moment, but Han Yoohyun speaks again before he gets a chance.

"Was he... How long have you been watching him?"

"Me, specifically? Approximately 2 years now. Choi Yumi and Ki Migyeong have been watching since the start, and the others are interspersed in between."

"...Was he always like this?"

Taewon watches Han Yoohyun in silence for a moment, long enough that he looks over at him in irritation. "Not quite," he starts, and shakes his head slightly when Yoohyun seems to brighten up. "Not this severely, is what I mean. It comes and goes. Some days are easier. Some days are like this one."

Some days are never worse (fortunately?), because even if he stayed in bed all day staring blankly at the ceiling with them clustered around wishing he could notice how not-alone he was, he never actually attempted to go through with anything permanent. Some days are never worse, because he wasn't blindsided by a fight he could never in a million years hope to win, even with Last Compensation and all his compensators by his side, and expected to fight anyway. Some days are never worse, because at least he didn't have the one person he loved beyond reason and compare telling him he was useless for anything but causing trouble.

He doesn't need to explain any of this to Han Yoohyun, though, thankfully, because he's smart enough to put the pieces together. His face crumples. "It's my fault," he mutters.

Taewon is still too professional and still too dead to sigh, but would if he could. "I rather think the Lauchtas played a significant role as well," he says dryly. "And those contractors of yours, no doubt."

Han Yoohyun's eyes widen and his gaze snaps up to meet Taewon's. "You know about him?"

"I've met someone like him, I believe." Had a hands-on personal experience with one of his kind, even.

"He said he'd protect hyung. He said..."

"If I'm not wrong, and my experience with their kind would say otherwise, then he was most likely the one who sent the Lauchtas. They're excellent at manipulation." He considers adding and we're only human, but the lone person in the room who'd believe that can't even hear it, anyway. "At any rate, it's far too late to worry about that now. I advise focusing on what you can do for him now."

Han Yoohyun blinks at him. "I can help him now," he realizes. "I can— I can really help him."

"Within reason. Awakening, and everything that comes with it, isn't something that applies to existences like us. No skills, no stats." He wonders if that'll actually stop Han Yoohyun; heaven knows that he's never been fully human to begin with. "But yes. You can do whatever you'd like to help him."

Taewon waits as he seems to ponder that. "Thank you," he eventually offers, gruff and abrupt and awkward, and Taewon blinks in surprise. "For helping him. All this time."

"...You're welcome," he answers slowly, and doesn't say That's the first time I've ever heard you sound genuine.

He doesn't say anything, actually, and they end up sitting in silence until the morning comes and sunlight filters over the living room from the large windows. Han Yoohyun gets up, and with a little focus (and a touch of Yoojin's mana, once Taewon explains it to him), draws the curtains to keep the light off his brother's face. Yoojin mumbles something in his sleep and rolls over, face mashed into the back of the couch, and Taewon watches Han Yoohyun's face soften into a fond smile as he drifts over to the back of the couch, resuming his silent watch.

He's never seen that expression on this face, but that doesn't mean it isn't familiar. After all, he's sure he looks much the same.

Then there's a crack of a door, somewhere, and Han Yoohyun (the younger) pads out softly on slippered feet, calling "Hyung? Are you awake? I heard the—"

He goes dead quiet when he rounds the couch and finds Yoojin snoring softly, on his back and with a throw pillow over each ear, braced against the back of the couch and Taewon's careful hand. "Oh," he murmurs, face soft with that same gentle look as his counterpart. "Really, hyung..." He glances around and frowns slightly when he finds the remote for the TV placed carefully on the table, lined up next to Yoojin's phone. The frown deepens when he looks over his shoulder to the half-drawn curtains, and his feet shuffle apart in a wider stance that anyone else might miss.

Taewon sighs and knocks twice, sharply, on the coffee table. "Hey," Yoohyun hisses, alarmed, and a second later his younger self has a blade through Taewon's head.

Taewon blinks and leans slightly to the left so that his vision in one eye isn't split in two. Cross-sections of things get old quickly.

Han Yoohyun the younger has moved to stand defensively between the couch and the table, looking around warily. Taewon glances at the other Yoohyun, who works his jaw for a second before leaning over, patting the couch with a soft thwup. When the other him looks over in alarm, shifting his blade in that direction and angling it carefully away from Yoojin himself, all he does is tug Yoojin's blanket slightly higher over his shoulders.

Han Yoohyun watches with confusion that gradually fades to calculation. "A skill...?" he questions eventually, and Taewon knocks lightly on the table.

Han Yoohyun only twitches, this time. He looks back down at the table suspiciously, then back at his hyung. "Knock once for no, twice for yes," he suggests slowly, and Taewon obligingly knocks twice. "You're... one of hyung's skills?" Two knocks. "You're sentient. Or have some awareness, at least." Two knocks. "You respond to people other than hyung?"

That one's difficult. Taewon knocks twice even as Yoohyun the elder pats the couch once, and Yoohyun the elder says "What?" at the same time as his younger self. The elder follows it up with "Ah," though, while Han Yoohyun the younger furrows his brows.

"You... can talk to people other than hyung." Two knocks. "You listen to people other than hyung." Three knocks. "You do things for people other than hyung." One knock. Taewon smiles slightly, and both Yoohyuns look satisfied, before the younger continues. "There's more than one of you, whatever you are." Taewon and the elder Yoohyun knock twice in unison.

On the next question, Han Yoohyun's voice takes on a wary tinge. "You're here to help hyung." A pair of two knocks again, and Han Yoohyun says "Good," firmly—

Just a little too loud, though, because Yoojin stirs. "Yoohhhhaaaoowwwwww," he mumbles, groans, turns his head, groans again into the pillow he finds there, and turns to face back upwards, blinking blearily until his eyes adjust to the light and he finds Han Yoohyun standing over him. "Yoohyun-ah?" he murmurs, voice going from dazed to relieved.

"Hyung." Han Yoohyun the younger kneels next to the couch as Yoojin struggles up to a half-upright position, resting his weight on one elbow, and reaches out for him. He submits to the clumsy examination Yoojin subjects him to, then, patting all over his face as if checking him over. It ends with one firm pat to his cheek and a gentle ruffle of his hair, which Han Yoohyun smiles at before leaning away. "Good morning."

"Morning," Yoojin says, a fractional tension having left his body during the examination. "What time is it?"

"Nine-ish," Han Yoohyun answers. "You fell asleep out here?"

"Ahh..." Yoojin laughs, the sound still sleep-thick. "I was watching TV and the couch was so comfortable, and I barely realized it was getting late..." He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, sitting up properly. "Thanks for turning the TV off."

Han Yoohyun opens his mouth, frowning, but Taewon snaps to attention and raps his knuckles sharply against the table. Han Yoohyun jolts at the unexpected sound, twisting to look at the table. "What was—"

Yoohyun the elder, catching on, smacks the couch loudly. His younger self looks back again, visibly startled and confused, only to find Yoojin staring at him, equally confused. "What was what?"

Han Yoohyun stares at him. "You didn't...."

Taewon and the older Yoohyun knock again, gentler this time. Yoojin doesn't so much as twitch, frowning as he looks his little brother over worriedly. Han Yoohyun the younger blinks, realization dawning in his eyes.

"Oh," he whispers. "That's...." He looks disturbed, briefly, glancing around, then turning that worried look on his brother.

Then his older self reaches out and smooths down a clump of hair standing on end when Yoojin's slept on it wrong.

Han Yoohyun the younger watches, then looks at Yoojin, who's reaching out for him anxiously with a question on the tip of his tongue. Han Yoohyun grabs his hand before he can make contact, though, and brings it to his cheek in what seems to be an impulsive gesture. "I'm alright, hyung," he assures, even as he glances up to Yoojin's hair with a thoughtful look. (Taewon is startled by the abrupt realization of how easy he becomes to read, in front of Yoojin.) "Never mind. I just thought I heard something fall. Are you hungry? I could get started on breakfast. I have... eggs—"

Taewon taps the table twice, lightly.

"— that I could do up over easy," Han Yoohyun continues, not missing a beat. He offers Yoojin a smile. "It's been a while since we had breakfast together."

"That sounds... pretty good," Yoojin admits, "but are you sure everything's—?"

"It's fine." Han Yoohyun hesitates, clutching Yoojin's hand a little tighter, before letting it go and getting to his feet. "I'll get started on that, then. Why don't you go wash up?"

"I can help," Yoojin protests, following suit and standing up, but Taewon's already begun stepping on his toes and poking at his ribs in practiced patterns. Even though his actions go seemingly unnoticed on the surface, Yoojin unconsciously starts shuffling to the side, feet taking him towards the room that was prepared for him yesterday, as Han Yoohyun watches with slightly narrowed eyes. "I should..."

"You should get ready," both Yoohyuns say in unison, one grumbled and one lightly, and the older comes to Taewon's side and helps him gently herd Yoojin away. Behind them, the younger says, "The earlier you're ready, the sooner you can go register as Awakened and be back home." Where Han Yoohyun will be waiting for him with a freed up schedule, if the dark muttering of his older self by Taewon's side is anything to go by.

(Taewon wonders about the validity of holding another version of oneself up to standards that you yourself failed to meet, but then Yoojin used to scold him for something almost exactly like that sans the multiple selves aspect, so he decides in the end to keep his thoughts to himself. He didn't get this far by running his mouth, at any rate. No, that's a habit better suited to someone else with the personality to back it up.)

#my writing #star.txt #my sranks #anyway. trying something new.#idk what this is. ghost au version 1 billion this time its only yj himself who cant see the lingering ghosts of his last compensators #and repayers #secret haunting au #han yoojin #song taewon #han yoohyun #choi yumi #is this a long post... this is like a medium length post.......#thank u webtoon for giving me new characters to play around with #in the latter half han yoohyun is the younger one n just 'yoohyun' is the older one. the ghost #also choi yumi calls her little sibling Baby as a nickname. shamelessly stolen from a friend <3 #trying to get back in the swing of writing i suppose... i haven't written in months #my sranks spoilers

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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Brothers - Chapter 9

Nightmares

Summary- Chris is about to see a side of you you were hoping to hide, will it make him think differently about you?

Word count- 1.2K

Pairing- Chris Hems x reader

Warnings- slightly smutty, swearing, slight angst

18+ Only!!

Posted: 3rd July 2021

Taglist:- @everything-is-awesomesauce @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings @longlostinanotherworld

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"We'll find the right time, hopefully before I leave. I'm sorry Y/N, come here. Please, let's enjoy the time we have. A month will fly by, I promise."

You'd both fallen asleep on your bed, alcohol fuelled passion and late night revelations leaving you both exhausted. The feel of Chris' arms wrapped around you made you feel safe as your eyelids became heavy, holding on tightly to his arm and entwining your legs around his.

This was the safest you'd felt in a long time, the most secure and yet tomorrow it will be taken away from you again. Which is why it didn't suprise you when in the middle of the night, your body jerked upright from the bed, your eyes blinking in the darkness. Sweat covered your body as you tried desperately to work out your bearings, clutching at the bedsheets beside you. The sound of you fighting to catch your breath woke Chris, him sitting up against the headboard sleepily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

Chris reaches his hand out to touch your shoulder gently but the contact on your clammy skin still makes you scream. You scurry to the bottom of the bed, pulling the sheet up to your face, blinking as your eyes finally adjust to the darkness. You see a figure sat in your bed but don't recognise that it's Chris which only adds to the fear. Your still half-asleep, dream like state conjuring up terrifying ideas.

"Babe it's ok, it's just me. You've had a nightmare, come here please." He soothes, holding out his arms for you. You blink a couple more times until the figure in the bed is no longer just a shadow and you finally realise where you are and who you're with. The feeling of relief is overwhelming, the tension easing as your whole body collapses in to Chris' arms wearily. The adrenaline still running through your veins as you try to catch your breath, resting your face against his chest.

"Shhh, you're ok. You're safe." He whispers, stroking his hand through your hair and holding you tightly against him. You're amazed how he knows exactly what to do and say to help you calm down. Usually the first instinct for men you have dated in the past, is to call you silly, roll over and go back to sleep. Not your Chris though, he holds you tightly against him until you're finally ready to talk, worry set on his face as he turns on the lamp beside him.

"I'm ok, thanks Chris." You look down at your hands, embarrassed, playing with your fingers in your lap. Not wanting to look up at him, too ashamed for him to see your scared face.

"Don't thank me, come lay with me I'll hold you until you fall back asleep." You rest your neck on Chris arm while he looks down at you, his other hand holding your hip. "Why do I get a feeling that wasn't a one off?"

"They used to happen pretty regularly but not so much anymore." You bite your lip, knowing what's coming.

"Do you know what it is that's causing them?" He looks at you sympathetically, which is the reason you didn't want to tell him in the first place. You don't want him to look at you like that, you want him to look at you with lust not pity. When you have these nightmares it takes you back to being a child again and that's not the way you want Chris to see you.

"I don't really want to talk about it right now, babe." You sigh, burying your face into his armpit.

"It's ok, you go to sleep. I'm here when you need me." He continues stroking your hair, reaching his head down to kiss your forehead sweetly. In his arms you feel safe again and optimistic that maybe you just might be able to share all your dark secrets with a man for once.

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The early morning sunlight wakes you, streaking in from the gap between the curtains making the room have a hazy orange glow to it. You stretch your muscles, reaching out to the side of you to find emptiness. Chris no longer next to you in bed, you panic for a moment thinking he'd left without saying goodbye before realising he must've gone back to his own room before Liam awoke.

You pull your heavy legs over the side of your bed, sulking for a moment, longing to be able to fall asleep and wake up to Chris every morning. Wetness pooling in your eyes at the thought of him being away for so long. You pull yourself together, psyching yourself up before dressing in an oversized t-shirt and making your way out into the living room. The house is quiet, an empty mug still sat by the side of the sink - Liam's mug. You check the keys hanging by the wall and see Liam's missing.

Walking down the hallway bare footed, your feet falling silent as you step, you stop by Chris' door. The open door revealing Chris in only a low hung towel, drying his hair with a smaller towel. The definition of the muscles in his back take your breath away, a little gasp leaving your lips at the sight. Chris hears you, noticing your reflection in the mirror, a sly smile playing on his lips as he watches you staring at him, your teeth biting into your bottom lip.

"Are you feeling better?" He surprises you when he speaks, your cheeks flushing at being caught red handed.

"Much better." You think about the nightmares last night and the way Chris held you close and you do feel better. Happy that Chris saw you in your state of trauma and didn't run for the hills.

"Well in that case..." He smiles slyly at you through the mirror. "I wanna see what those pretty little lips look like wrapped around my cock." He watches your mouth fall open in shock as he drops his towel in a heap on the floor, revealing himself in all his glory. His cock already springing up in response.

"Fuck." You whisper, unable to take your eyes away from it. Practically drooling at the thought of his cock tickling the back of your throat.

"Like what you see?" He raises an eyebrow questioningly and it turns you on even more.

You can't form any words, your lips twitching as you cross the room, wrapping your arms around him and gripping his toned cheeks. Pressing his cock against you as you stand on your tiptoes, his head bent to meet yours, his hands pulling you as close as possible. Your tongues mingling as his cock twitches against your stomach, you're lost in the moment as your fingers grip at the ends of his hair.

So lost in the moment you fail to hear Liam returning his keys to the hook, his footsteps creaking along the floorboards of the hallway. The sound of his feet drawing closer and closer as he innocently wonders where you both are. Still entwined around each other, Chris completely naked as your lust builds ferociously. Unaware and uncaring of anything else going on around you, Liam forgotten in the midst of your passion.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

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