#anyway its going fast when i can knit. and its Very soft and so satisfying to knit

[milkweedman]

Just finished 2 skeins of sleeve yarn and once again marveling at how little yardage im fitting on a bobbin with this stuff--each skein was 60 yards (55 meters). And each skein was a totally full bobbin of plied yarn (and my singles each took up a bobbin). Part of it is that its very airy (and bulky weight, obviously), and the other part is that my take up is not very high so its not compacting down as it goes on, but even so, it feels like a lot of yarn when i was holding it ! And the spinning and plying was only maybe 2 hours ! Bulky yarn is crazy

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Ok but can u also do this but with ron + the twins, I love ur smuts !!!!!!!

pairing: reader x ron weasley x fred weasley x george weasley 

warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, foursome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving), face fucking, fingering

word count: 4.2k 

a/n: soooo this is the longest thing i’ve ever written on this account but if anyone deserves it its the damn weasleys. i tried to make this as non sweet home alabama as possible and that’s probably why it’s so long. anyways, enjoy this ungodly amount of smut while i decompress. 

You had been spending a majority of your summer at The Burrow, where you boyfriend Ron lived. You spent day in and day out with him, practically on top of one another whenever you could be, but that didn’t stop you from spending time with his family. His mother was incredible, albeit a little scary at times, his father was charming, and Ginny was becoming a fast friend. But you couldn’t help the particular draw you felt towards the twins, Fred and George. 

You couldn't deny they were attractive, the genes were strong in the Weasley family. And you often did a poor job at hiding your attraction. 

You didn’t think any of them had noticed your subtle glances or blushes. Little did you know, all three of them had noticed over the few weeks you had been there. They were just waiting you out. 

~~~

Tonight you were all cozied around the fire pit, drinking some firewhiskey, taking advantage of the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone to visit Ron’s oldest brother Bill and his wife, Fluer, for the weekend. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were certainly feeling good. 

You were cuddled up to Ron’s side, his arm slung around your shoulders, a knitted blanket draped over your laps. You were so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you had barely noticed that Fred had taken the spot on your other side until his leg brushed against yours, making you still. 

“Do you need another drink, sweetheart?” Fred asked when you finally looked his way, his face far too close to yours in the situation to be normal. 

You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. “Um, yes, thank you,” you added bashfully. 

Fred dashed a charming smile at you and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before dashing off to get you another glass of whiskey, your blush only intensifying when you felt his lips on your skin. You prayed no one could see it through the light of the fire. 

Ron tugged you back into his side and dropped his lips to your ear. “Whatever you think you’re doing, stop,” he said lowly, clearly not pleased by the situation. 

“He kissed me,” you argued softly, your head turning to press a kiss against his neck. He pulled back and shot a look down at you, his brow raised. A look you couldn’t exactly argue with. You got caught and you knew it. 

You stayed quiet, trying to keep your eyes anywhere except the two men that currently had your stomach in knots. But that effort was broken when Fred made his way back over to you, plopping down beside you. He passed you your new drink and you thanked him for it, sitting up straight to take a sip. 

You were caught off guard when you were pulled into his body and away from Ron, Fred’s strong arm now wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Have you been enjoying your summer here so far?” He asked quietly, making sure only you could hear him. 

Your eyes flitted cautiously over the group around the fire, making sure no one was noticing the strange behavior. You paused when you met George’s eyes, his own trained on the interaction between you and Fred, but you tried your best to ignore it. 

“Um, yes. You’ve all been quite lovely. I like it here,” you told him genuinely. You had been enjoying your summer despite tonights most recent turn of events. 

“Mm, good,” Fred mused, shooting another smile down at you. You couldn’t help but notice the little mischievous glint in his eyes that he got every time he was thinking something that was likely to either end brilliantly or disastourly. “I saw we play a little game. Are you in?” He asked. 

You swallowed nervously, knowing this could end very poorly. “And what is this game?” You questioned. 

“Let’s see how jealous we can get Ron,” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face. 

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you argued, knowing fully well Ron had already told you to stop… doing whatever you were doing. 

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. Live a little. Anyhow, you already know how this is going to end,” he told you. 

“And how will this end?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him. 

He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Your whole body was hot and the blush was creeping back onto your face and you knew he could see it. 

“Judging by the noises I hear coming from his room almost every night, he’ll fuck you stupid. And I get to hear those pretty noises again,” he told you shamelessly, pulling you into him closer. 

You shot a nervous glance at Ron, only to find that he was already looking at you over the rim of his own cup, fire in his eyes. He raised a brow at you and you could see the way the corners of his lips were tugging up into a smirk, practically daring you to continue on. As if he knew exactly what you and Fred were talking about. 

“By the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to mind,” Fred added from behind you, making you whip your head around back to him. 

“Of course he’d mind. You’re his brother,” you argued incredulously, still not believing this conversation was even truly happening. 

“You think he doesn’t see the way you look at me and Georgie? You look at us like you want us to devour you,” he told you. 

You snuck a glance at George only to find that he was still looking at you. You could feel Ron’s eyes still on the back of your head. You gulped nervously, your brain short circuiting for a half a second. Did they… did they plan this? 

“I - I haven’t been -,” you went to argue, but Fred cut you off. 

“Don’t play coy with me. Maybe if you beg him nicely like I hear you do so well, he might let us join you tonight,” Fred teased, causing your core to pulse and drip with arousal at the thought. 

You could only stare back at him, his breath fanning your face as you took in his words. He knew he planted a seed in you that wouldn’t go away until it was satisfied. The smug look on his face only proved it. You didn’t get the chance to reply before you could hear Ron getting up from his place on the bench. 

“Bunny, come with me,” he said innocently enough to the ears of everyone else in the group, but you could hear the edge in his voice. 

You detangled yourself from Fred and rose up from your spot, taking Ron’s hand as he silently led you back into the house. Once you had passed through the threshold into the kitchen and away from the eyes of everyone else, he spun around to face you. 

“And what was all that about?” He asked, stepping right into your space so you had no other choice but to look up at him. 

“N-nothing. We were just having a chat,” you stuttered out, trying to not seem intimidated. 

“Wasn’t what it looked like to me. Spill it,” he said roughly, continuing to back you up until your back hit the counter, leaving you nowhere to go when his hands were placed on either side of your body. 

“Promise you won’t get mad,” you half heartedly requested. 

“Just tell me.” 

“He- he said, um, he said that we should try to make you jealous,” you told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was only a half truth at best. 

“That’s not what has you blushing like a virgin though, is it? What did he say to you?” He pressed, the fire in his eyes growing larger by the second. 

You swallowed and took a deep breath before you even opened your mouth, knowing this could only go one of two ways. He’d either blow up entirely, or you’d have a night you’d never forget. “He said that if I begged you you’d let him and George join us,” you said quickly, all in one breath. 

You shut your eyes, waiting for his response. But when a chuckle fell from his lips your eyes shot back open in shock. 

“Is that what you want, bunny? Do you want them to join us?” He asked, his eyes now more playful than they had been just seconds prior. 

“Are you serious?” You asked after a moment, you head spinning that he was just offering this to you on a silver platter. You expected yelling, anger, the whole fit. You didn’t expect a cheeky smirk and twinkling eyes. 

“Do I look like I’m joking?”  

“They’re your brothers,” you argued. Why you were even arguing this, you weren’t sure. You wanted this and he knew it and they knew it. You just couldn’t understand why he was letting it happen. 

“It’s not like I’ll be fucking them,” he said with a laugh. “So, tell me what you want.” 

“If it’s okay with you…,” you started, trailing off. You looked up at him nervously, hoping your eyes conveyed enough of a plea that he would continue agreeing with you. 

“So beg,” he said, his voice dropping low as he continued to stare down at you. 

“I’ll be good, I promise. Just this once. I just - I - please,” you said, launching right into it but quickly running out of words as you watched the smirk grow on his face. 

“Go to my room. Strip. I’ll be up in a minute,” he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading back outside. You watched his figure walk away for a moment, letting your mind race until you booked it up the stairs not wanting to wait any longer for the night to truly begin. 

~~~

You were waiting in your position on the bed for what felt like hours, but you knew it had only been a few minutes before you heard multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. You moved to cover your chest when you heard the doorknob turn, unsure if you should be exposed or not right away. 

Ron came in first but left the door open just enough so your guests could hear. “Last chance, bun. Do you want this?” He asked, slowly coming over to rest his hands on the bed, leaning over slightly so his tall form was eye level with you. 

You knew it wasn’t your last chance to say no, but it was your last chance before the twins waltzed in. 

You took a shaky breath and nodded your head, saying “Yes,” loud enough so Fred and George could hear. 

The door was opening once more, the twins walking through, both pairs of eyes immediately on you. When the door shut, you stared up at them, unsure what to do or say, but their matching smirk told you they already had plans. 

Ron walked around the bed until he crawled on to it behind you, his legs bracketing your hips as you knelt between his spread thighs. 

“Let them see you,” he coaxed gently, hands coming around you to grip your forearms. 

He only put a light pressure on your skin, letting you move on your own as you exposed your chest to them. They took you in with hungry eyes but they didn’t move from where they both stood before you, waiting. 

“All of you,” Ron spoke again, his hands trailing down to your thighs, gently prying them apart. 

You leaned back and hid your face in his neck as he repositioned you, unable to look the two men in the eyes as your entire body got exposed to them. You knew you were a dripping mess over the situation and the embarrassment of it being so obvious made you squirm. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re more perfect than I imaged,” you heard George say, the bed dipping down infront of you. 

Your eyes snapped to him, watching him as he looked down at your glistening sex. His eyes were hungry when they met yours, desperate. Probably the exact mirror of your own. 

“Can I touch you?” George asked, his fingers twitching against the sheets, waiting. 

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for one of them to do anything right now. 

George wasted no time in bringing his fingers directly to your cunt, trailing one long finger through your slit while his thumb trailed soft circles onto your clit. You couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from your lips when he pushed his finger in, immediately searching for you g-spot. 

As if your noises were a cue for Fred, the bed dipped on your other side and without a word, he was kissing down your chest. Soon enough, he was attacking your nipples when George was working your from the inside out. Your back was arching and your hips were moving at their own volition, unable to stop yourself under their ministrations.

“Does that feel good?” George asked you softly, placing kisses on your shoulder. 

When you only nodded, Ron grabbed your chin and forced you to look directly at George. “I won’t remind you again, bunny. Use yours words,” he said sweetly, but you knew there was danger laced in his words. You knew better than anyone else what he could do to you if he reminded you one more time. 

“Yes. Feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you told George, already breathless from the three men surrounding you. 

You felt Fred chuckle against your skin and you knew the smirk George was wearing was only mimicked by Ron’s behind you. They knew exactly what they were doing to you. 

You couldn’t stop the whine that left you when George removed his hand, but your eyes lit up when you saw him go to kneel at the edge of the bed. He pulled up his to the edge, draped your legs over his shoulder, and started trailing kitten licks all along your slit until his tongue was swirling around your clit. 

You held fell back against Ron’s shoulder, a moan falling from your lips as Fred moved to your other side to attack your opposite nipple. 

“Having fun?” Ron asked, beaming down at you. 

You nodded breathlessly, your eyes rolling back in your head with a flushed smile on your face. “Want you too,” you told him. 

“Of course you do, my greedy girl,” Ron mused, his finger coming to tilt your lips back and locking your lips in a kiss. 

Your body was overwhelmed with just their lips. You weren’t sure how you would handle it when their pants came off. 

Your hips were grinding down onto George’s face without you sparing it a second thought and you kept pushing your chest into Fred’s lips, your entire body grinding back on Ron’s body. 

“She tastes like fucking heaven,” George said, finally coming up for a breath. His entire chin was soaked in his own saliva and your juices and his eyes were blown with lust. 

Ron made a noise of agreement that was swallowed up by your lips, but you were ripped away from your boyfriend by George’s grip on your neck. He pulled you into a kiss with him, tasting yourself on his tongue, as Fred trailed kisses down your body until he was getting a taste of you for himself. 

Fred quickly brought you your orgasm, his tongue so deep inside of you that your toes were curling. Your hands had a monster grip on Ron’s thighs and every noise you made got swallowed by George, his lips hot on yours. 

You finally relaxed your body against Ron’s, his chest being the perfect place to settle against, as your body calmed down. 

“Think you can handle all three of us?” Fred asked cheekily, looking up at you from his place on the floor. 

You gave a shaky nod, but in your head you were unsure how this would even work. You never thought you’t get this far to even have considered it. 

That line of thought was abruptly cut off when Ron grabbed your hair and yanked back so you were looking up at him again. “What did I say about using your words?” He asked darkly.

“Yes, I want to. I can,” you got out breathlessly, still basking in the sting of your scalp. 

“Good,” Ron said, now satiated with your words. “Get on your hands and knees for us, bunny.” 

He gave you one last searing kiss before releasing you, letting you adjust your own shaky limbs on the bed until you were in the position he instructed you to be in. As you did that, the boys began stripping themselves of their clothes, Fred and George both strategically in your line of sight depending on which way you turned your head. 

You watched as they both ripped their shirts over their heads, a sight you were accustomed to thanks to many sweaty afternoons in the yard playing Quidditch. But you didn’t know where to look as they peeled down their jeans and briefs, relieving both of their impressive lengths. They were both around the same length, but Ron was thicker than both of them. No matter what, you knew you’d be sore in the morning. 

“This is how it’s gonna work, bunny,” Ron said, finally rounding the bed so he could see you. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt,” he told you, adding emphasis of his possession when he bent over and easily hooked two fingers inside of you, pressing directly on your g-spot. You jumped at the abrupt action, but you never broke your eye contact with him.

“Fred’s going to fuck that tight ass,” he continued, and you watched as Fred rounded the bed until he was behind you. 

“And George is gonna fuck that cute face,” Ron finished, George coming up on the other side of you to grip your face to force you to look at him. 

“Does that sound good, sweetheart?” George asked, looking down at you fondly. 

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you said, your hips beginning to move against nothing now that Ron had removed his fingers, searching for any ounce of friction you can get. 

They moved in almost perfect sync. Ron maneuvered his way underneath you swiftly, George pulled your head off to the side so your mouth was lined up with the tip of his cock, and you could feel Fred’s lube covered fingers breach the entrance of your tightest hole all at once. You were overwhelmed in the best way, unsure what to do with yourself but totally just along for whatever ride they were about to bring you on. 

When Ron fucked up into you roughly, George immediately pushed your head down to feel the full effects of your moan of his cock, causing a shiver to run through his body. They were practically fucking your mouth and core in tandem, one pulling out while the other brutally thrust in. 

You felt as if you were splitting open for them already, but when Fred’s cock finally lined up with your entrance and began pushing in, you practically saw stars. 

George let you pull away from him for a moment so you could breath through the new pressure inside of you, your head now buried in Ron’s neck as you panted and moaned. Ron had slowed down his thrusts to match with Fred, balancing you on the precipice of pain and pleasure. 

“You’re doing so fucking good for us, Y/N. Just give it a minute and it’ll feel so good. You’re gonna be so pretty when you cum for us,” Ron mused quietly in your ear, knowing that you’d latch on to his voice to get you through the intensity. 

Finally, your hips starting moving against theirs, a silent signal you were ready for them to fuck you, all three of them truly went wild with you body. 

George dragged your face back over to him, letting you do your own thing but keeping a steady hand in your hair in case you tried to pull away. Ron and Fred were fucking into you in perfect sync, pulling out and fucking into you at the same time. 

It was so intense you were shaking, only being held up by three strong pairs of hands at this point. But you couldn’t hide how good it was making you feel. Even as deep as George’s cock was down your throat, it was barely muffling the screams of pleasure you were giving them. You just hoped someone remembered to cast a silencing charm. 

You could hear them talking around you, a mix of praises directed at you and words shared between themselves. “Fuck, you feel so good” and “Just like that” mixed with “She feels like fucking heaven” and “Her mouth is a dream”. You could barely hear them over the blood pumping through you, but you knew you’d remember it later with a blush and a smile. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Swallow it all for me,” George told you, bruising your hair out of your sweaty face. You felt the unmistakable twitch of his cock just before he spilled his cum inside of your mouth and fucked it down your throat, giving you no choice but to follow his request. He came with one of the prettiest noises you had ever heard, and you knew you’d want to hear it again someday if you were lucky enough. 

You pulled away from George panting, finally able to have a minute to catch your breath as Fred and Ron continued to pound furiously into you, your body jolting with every deliberate thrust. 

“Ron, please I’m so close,” you begged, for what you weren’t entirely sure, but you knew he’d know what to do. All you could focus on was how close you were, how tightly you were gripping both of your cocks, and trying your best to balance on shaky arms so you didn’t collapse. 

Without missing a beat, Ron turned his head to George. “Touch her clit,” he told him, finally sounding breathless from all the work he was putting in. 

Fred’s arms came around you to pull you up until your back was against his chest, giving George full access to your most sensitive spot. 

“Cum for us. Show us how much you loved this and cum for us,” Fred said low in your ear. 

Your eyes never left Ron’s as all three of them worked you closer and closer to the edge. As much as the twins were turning you on, this orgasm was for you boyfriend. Everyone you had was. He was the one that let this happen. Let them take you like this. And he was the one currently fucking your g-spot with every thrust it made your head spin. 

“Cum for me” was all Ron had to say, seeing and feeling just how close you were, for you to explode. 

Your vision went white and your whole body shook, the only thing keeping you grounded was Fred’s warm chest pressed against you. You knew the scream you were hearing was your own, but you couldn’t keep it quiet no matter how hard you tried. You pulsed around their cocks, milking them of their own orgasms as you were going through yours. You felt their cum fill you completely, another moan leaving your mouth at how erotic it felt. 

When you finally felt as though you had come back down to real life, you were settled against Ron’s chest, his cock still in you, while the twins were busying themselves with getting dressed. They were talking quietly while Ron ran his hand up and down along your back, just waiting until you were finally back in the present. 

George was the first one to notice your eyes had opened again when he finally got his pants back on. He walked over to the bed and knelt down so he was almost eye level with you. 

“That was wonderful, darling. You were perfect,” he told you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before righting himself only for Fred to take his place. 

“What he said,” Fred told you with a smirk and mimicking his twin's kiss to your forehead. “We’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning,” he added with a wink. 

They both made their way out of the room, the door clicking behind them, leaving you and Ron in a blissed out silence. 

“Did you have fun?” He finally asked, tilting his neck so he was looking down at you. 

“I did. Thank you,” you said with a soft smile. 

“My girl always gets what she wants. You just have to ask, bunny,” He said, placing a kiss on your nose. 

When you moved your lips up to move against his, he stopped you with a chuckle. “No offense but my brother did just cum in your mouth. So let’s go get you cleaned up so I can kiss you properly, yeah?” He asked, wrapping a blanket around you so he could get you down the hallway and into the bathroom. 

“I thought you weren’t going to be weird about it,” you grumbled under your breath as he adjusted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style. 

“That’s different and you know it,” he said defensively as he made his way for the door, making you giggle.

[portiaadams]

Meyer and Charlie Smut

I wrote Lanskiano smut. It’s embedded in my Richard Harrow/Clara Thompson story. For those who don’t care about Richard and my OC, here is Charlie and Meyer having a moment

December 31st, 1921

The sound of the engine and the clacking of the train against the rails filled the room, but could not overcome the roaring silence between the room's inhabitants. Charlie adjusted his legs once more, trying to find some way to fit them on the single bed. God damn it, this was a bed for a child not a grown fucking man. The Darmody kid was probably too big for it.  Charlie wasn't sure how long he'd been awake-this time-but it was one of many things really pissing him off.

From the larger bed there was a quick flash of light and then the scent of sulfur and tobacco. "I offered to take that bed," Meyer said after a slow exhale.

"Them shoulders of yours wouldn't have even fit," Charlie groused.

Determining Charlie's mood came as naturally to him as determining the weather before he stepped off his stoop. Certainly, Charlie's moods could be as mercurial as the weather. And at the moment, Charlie's mood registered as stormy.

"Charlie," Meyer began.

"Can it, Meyer," Charlie answered and swung his legs off the bed, stumbling in the dark for his own cigarettes and lighter.

"You are being irrational," Meyer responded.

"That brutto figlio di puttana bastardo was up your ass all night. You enjoyed though, didn't ya?"

Meyer sighed. Charlie acted like he was the only one who wanted. Meyer's first memory was wanting. Wanting enough to eat, wanting a warmer fire, wanting. Those years when his father was gone and he did all a kid could do to keep his mother and siblings fed and warm.

But wanting. Wanting in America was sharper, brighter, different. There was so much more to want. From the moment he stepped off the ship he moved as fast as his little legs would carry him. He moved to learn English, to get out of the classroom full of tiny children and catch up with his peers, he moved to learn the streets and determine how to make money any way he could. He moved as fast as he could because he knew the goal was to leave the Lower East Side behind him. To move fast enough that one day he could even outrun wanting.

But nothing, not a lifetime of yearning for acceptance and security, held a candle to his ever-present need for Charlie. There was no part of him that did not want every part of Charlie. And as much as his wants dictated every carefully crafted move of his life, there was nothing he wanted more than Charlie. In his life, in his office, in his bed. Even if it made no sense. Even if it had no place in his plan.

"He was circling round you like a bitch in heat," Charlie continued.

"The way Gillian Darmody circled around you? The way the chorus girls do?" Meyer snapped back. He spent years, he spent agonizing nights, watching Charlie charm women whose desire for him was as clear as the powder on their faces.

"That's different, and you know it well as me."

"How?"

"They're broads, Meyer! It don't matter like..." Charlie stopped talking, not knowing how to put into words what mattered. They was just broads. They wasn't in his mind like Meyer was. Even Meyer wasn't with him he could still hear the little addin' machine in his head, telling him to be smart. Telling him to think.

Being with those women was like grabbing a dog from a cart and eating it on the street. Scratched the itch of need. Satisfying enough at the moment.

Being with Meyer was different and Meyer damn well knew it. They was friends and they was more and when more changed to be even more...It ain't like people understood their friendship anyway. The Jew and the Italian.  They was supposed to be mortal enemies, not friends for life. Not...whatever they was.

"I gotta keep up appearances," Charlie said because that was also a true thing. He hadn't told Meyer that Clara knew. No need to introduce complications. They was careful. They was always careful. "That's why I can't believe you let the guy get near you like that."

Meyer shook his head. "Charlie, he's married. To Lady Rose. I think he's just an adventurer."

"Yeah. I know what adventure he's after," Charlie responded.

"A man like that..."

"What? You think you ain't good enough for a fonferer like that cercatore d'oro? What, you just good enough for the likes of me, that it?"

The petulance in Charlie's voice was so familiar. "Charlie, come here."

"Mey, I ain't in the mood."

Meyer doubted that. Charlie was rarely not in the mood. "Charlie," he said again.

Charlie heard the gruff tone in Meyer's voice. He was angry, he was still angry, but that tone in Meyer's voice always did the same thing to him. Instinct drove him to Meyer's side.

Didn't mean he wasn't still angry, though. He sat next to Meyer silently. One man wearing an undershirt that buttons with sleeves that come down to his elbows, although the width of his shoulders and upper arms often mean the seams ripped and tore and stretched due to the strain placed upon them. The other man wore the new kind of undershirt-knit, sleeveless, no buttons.

Charlie told Meyer all the time he should switch. Be more modern. But Meyer couldn't quite break away from tradition in some matters.

"There will always be others, won't there, Charlie?" Meyer asks, and even though he knew the answer for a moment he willed Charlie to lie to him. "After all, we'll have to marry one day, won't we?"

"I ain't. Look at Harrow and Clara."

Meyer turned to stare at Charlie. Personally, he thought Harrow had chained himself to a klafte in pearls. But the man seemed to love her. And Clara seemed as happy as he thought her capable of being.

"Harrow seems content enough."

"That ain't the thing, Mey. They love each other. But we all know how this ends. Clara sobbing over a morgue slab with Darmody's brat and a baby or two besides clinging to her. I ain't gonna do that to a woman."

Such a delicate jaw in such a strong face, Meyer thought idly before bringing Charlie's face to his. Charlie didn't fight it, and soon their mouths were finishing the disagreement. Charlie fell first-Charlie always fell first-letting his mouth open and Meyer plunder its depths.

Charlie's mouth tasted of hot honey and something deeper, sweeter, more savory. It was the taste and sensation he spent a lifetime chasing down in penny candy bins and bakeries and sweet shops. Much like with the candy he had kept in his pockets from the first time he had spare pennies, he knew he'd never have enough of it.

It was the sweetness he'd always craved.

The hard, taut muscles of Charlie Luciano's body, the ones that struck fear around the underworld (and occasionally in the upper echelons) of New York went soft and loose as something else grew hard. Without realizing it, Meyer turned Charlie so he was on his knees, his head laying on the soft Irish linen pillowcase embroidered with the ever-present P.

Meyer's left hand drifted over the hard muscles of Charlie's stomach down to the mother of pearl buttons on Charlie's beloved silk boxers. His fingers drifted over the buttons but didn't try to undo them. Instead, he reached down to the impossibly soft skin of Charlie's inner thigh and began drawing lazy circles. His right hand combed through Charlie's thick dark curls before yanking sharply so Charlie had to turn his face to Meyer to save his hair, their faces so close they were breathing in each other's breaths.

"Tell me, Charlie. Tell me why I'm different from Gillian and those broads."

Charlie's breath was hot and fast. "God damn it, Mey. Just touch me."

"Tell me the things I do to you I'll never do to Dennis Malley," Meyer said, his hand cupping over Charlie's bulge momentarily before going back to stroking his inner thigh.

"You do lots of stuff I'd fucking kill anybody else for," Charlie said, knowing they were journeying into uncharted territory. "You knot up my god damn hands with your tie."

Meyer leaned over so his face was against the smooth back of Charlie's neck, wanting to inhale Charlie's scent, wanting to inhale Charlie. "Yes, true. What else," he asked while his hand slid under the paisley silk to caress the very tip of Charlie's cock.

Charlie tried to push his hips into Meyer's fingers but Meyer removed his hand from Charlie's hair and grabbed him around the hips. "Don't even try it," Meyer whispered harshly.

"You put your prick in my mouth and push it in until I choke. You like it when I choke."

True, Meyer thought, because who wouldn't want Charlie on his knees? Who wouldn't want to see those pretty lips wrapped around their cock? He rewarded Charlie with a quick tug that made both of them momentarily forget to breathe.

"You make me grab my own prick and you watch. Sometimes you put your fingers in...god damn it, Meyer, you know where you put your fingers."

For a moment Meyer's hands brushed back against the buttons. What did it matter, he decided, Charlie bought his silk underwear by the gross. He yanked on them so hard that the mother of pearl buttons scattered across the thick antique rug. Filled with a need to feel the silky soft flesh of Charlie's back under the thick fur of his chest he first pushed up Charlie's undershirt until it was wrapped around Charlie's shoulders before Meyer sat back on his own knees to more carefully remove his own underthings. After all, he'd spent good money on them. No need for carelessness.

"For our mutual benefit you should continue," Meyer growled, fighting the urge to have Charlie right now.

Charlie licked his lips. Meyer was leaning over him to grab something from the bag on the floor, causing Meyer's dick to press against his lower back. It gave him some satisfaction to realize Meyer was as hard as he was. He writhed under Meyer and was rewarded by Meyer groaning above him. He heard the sound of glass and the knowledge of what was in Meyer's hand made precum start leaking out of the tip of his dick.

"You put on oil on your fingers and then you put oil on me and sometimes you put oil on my hand so I can rub it on your dick," Charlie finally managed to say.

Meyer's hand was covered with oil as it started massaging the top of Charlie's ass. Charlie groaned as Meyer's fingers slipped into his crack.

The light coming in the edges of the curtains was changing but Meyer was too distracted by the sight in front of him to think about what that meant. He was intoxicated by the scent, sight, and feel of Charlie. "What else?"

The linen of the pillowcase was now being crushed between Charlie's fingers. The fuck if he was going to ruin this moment like a damn kid. "You put me on my side," Charlie continued after taking a deep breath and Meyer moved him so quickly he fell onto his side with a thump.

After positioning Charlie's legs to his liking Meyer continued to let his hand move down.

"You push your fingers inside me," Charlie managed to gasp out as he felt one of Meyer's fingers breach him. "Mey, your fingers are so fucking thick."

Meyer lowered his mouth onto the top of Charlie's shoulders, his own breath coming at an incredibly thick pace, overtaken by the need to taste Charlie's flesh salty and warm under his tongue. Neither man noticed the bedside clock striking six.

Nor did they notice the train was no longer rocking beneath them.

With great care Meyer worked in a second finger and started scissoring, looking for the spot that always made Charlie howl.

Charlie howled. Meyer pressed harder.

"God damn it, Meyer, god damn it..." Charlie pleaded.

"Say it," Meyer begged, his breath hot against Charlie's ear, the game having rebounded until his need was as raw and urgent as Charlie's own.

"I want you, Mey, please," Charlie finally sobbed out. "You fuck me, you fuck me, holy mother of god please just fuck me."

"Charlie, god," Meyer breathed out, his heart hammering in his chest.

The words falling from Charlie's mouth dissolved into nonsense. For a moment their faces were pressed together, letting Meyer feel the pulse in Charlie's temple in the bones of his own face.

Once more Meyer pressed his fingertips against Charlie's jaw and their mouths opened to each other. There was no more dominance or one-upmanship. Instead, there was the slow slide of their mouths melding together until Meyer can no longer determine where he ends and Charlie begins.

One hand gripped Charlie's hip, holding him in place. Meyer could feel the tenseness in Charlie when he first breached him and the pain hit, but after a moment he could feel Charlie's muscles relaxing under his hand.

"I gotta move, tesoro," Meyer finally breathed out.

One of Charlie's hands braced against the soft mossy velvet of the headboard while his other reached back for any part of Meyer he could touch. It didn't matter that Meyer was ever so slowly moving ever deeper inside him. He needed more. He wanted everything.

"Move, libster. Damn it, move," Charlie answered, his hand finally finding Meyer's ass to pull him closer, to pull him further in.

Time lost meaning. Seconds, minutes, hours, days fell away. There was just this. Meyer's hand finally came around to touch Charlie in the way Charlie had wanted since the game began, since time began.

Finally, they fell into the soaked sheets, the ruins of Charlie's underthings trapped beneath them, their legs and hands twisted together, both of them breathless and boneless. Their faces were still pressed together and as Meyer relaxed back into sleep he realized their faces were wet.

He wasn't sure who had cried.

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Redamancy. iii

Redamancy (n.) The act of loving in return.  

pairings: mirio togata x female reader

warnings: 18+, noncon, yandere themes, breeding kink n mirio is a scumbag. 

a/n: ahaha im reposting this cus  algorithm was effed the first time i posted. ehehehe or maybe im just unlucky-- n e way this will be the last of redamany!! 

word count: 1950 

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Mirio's gaze turned to you, sky blue eyes stared at how you sipped on your drink. Your glossy, pink stained lips puckered around the straw. Was that a new shade? You had never put something like that on before. Probably tasted like strawberries or cherries, "Mirio!" your voice drove him out his thoughts. You stood in front of him, your hands at your hip, "What are you thinking about?" Mirio felt his cheeks heat up.

'I was thinking about you sucking my dick, do you mind?'

"Nothing, we should get going. Lunch's bout' to get over soon." He grabs your wrist and pulls you towards the school building, you almost trip over your feet, "Hey! Slow down!" You bump into his chest which was hard as rock making your head sting a little, "You're a klutz," he laughs. "It's your fault!" you retort, he pats your head and continues laughing. He takes a good look at you, drinking your uniform clad body. The short skirt displaying your plush thighs. His mind melts away in sinful thoughts, thinking about all what he can do to you. He once again realizes how much smaller you are compared to him. His entire hand can literally cover your face, he can easily pick you and throw you over his shoulder.

What is stopping him? Seriously?

His smile drops when he catches you staring at him. The guy he beat up months ago and threatened to stay out of your life. You were staring at him chatting away, giggling with some nameless girl. He studied your sully expression, your eyes looked sad, and lip turned into a sad pout; he could tell you were upset and that pissed him off. Why did you still think about him? Why did you still care about that jerk? Didn't you move on yet?

Mirio felt himself get riled up from the same rage he had felt the first time he had seen you with this man. The frustration, anger, and jealousy all came surging back to him as he realized that you obviously did not feel the same way about him as he did about you. Maybe he'll have to do more than just be nice to get you to understand he's the one for you, the one and only.

He would show you who you belong to. You will get what is coming.

"Hey, what's wrong? You coming?" His hand rested on your shoulder, he gripped on it a little tighter.

Mirio walked into an empty classroom which echoed soft sobs and sniffles. You sat on your seat, your head resting on the desk as you cried. Mirio's face paled and he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around you pulling your upper half to his chest he rubbed your head. "It's okay now, I am here," he whispered into your ear, shushing you. "What happened?" he asked after you had calmed down.

"Why are you still here?"

"I came to get you, now, what happened?" you gulped before answering, feeling the lump in your throat rise as your voice cracked. "Why?"

Mirio was confused, what were you on about? "Am I not good enough? Why did he leave me?" tears roll down your cheeks, lip trembling your breathing turns uneven. Mirio frowns, his hands clenching into an fist he pulls away from the hug.

You were thinking about him, obviously. He moves in front of you grabbing your jaw, his big fingers squish your tiny cheeks. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulls your face closer to him, his elbows resting on the desk separating the two. He looks down at you, his eyes bored into yours with malice, "Mirio you're-" "Shut the fuck up." he snapped.

"You want to know why he left you? Why did your precious little pretty boy leave you?" you were too scared to answer, you didn't get to anyways since he blurted the out the answer in burning rage "Because. I fucking told him to stay away from you. Got it?" Your eyebrows knit together and tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, in a blink on eye he had become so different. He had snapped, you felt betrayed. The Mirio you knew would never be this rough with you, but maybe you were to blame. Deep down you knew. You were very much aware. Mirio liked you even after your breakup but you never asked, thinking it was better that way but not in a million years did you ever think that Mirio would snap and come for your soul.

"I fucking beat him up. You know why I did that?" he asked again. His voice was menacing, he was shouting at you and you were scared. "Answer me! You fucking ungrateful bitch!" You  flinched and started whimpering, a weak no left your trembling lips, "It's because you're mine." he spat, he waited for you to say something but you were still trying to process his words. It was a lot to take in, you couldn't believe that Mirio would ever do something like that. You wanted to think this was a joke but no, he was dead serious.

The ray of sunshine, the great hero to be, Mirio Togata was a scumbag, no. He was worse.

You started releasing the situation you were in, there was no doubt, he wouldn't hesitate to hurt you too. The flight or fight instinct kicked in and you tried to free your face from his grasp. After successfully freeing yourself from his chains you got up from the desk and made a run for the door. Mirio stared at you in disbelief, his eyes wide and lips curled upwards he internally laughed at your foolishness. Wasting no time, he quickly got behind you capturing your wrist and pulling you back to his chest. A large hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you securely pinned to his torso.

You were so stupid. Did you seriously think you could get away from him? He is twice your size.

"Where are you going?" he pulled both your hands behind your back and held them there with one hand, the other snaked down under your skirt, "Mirio don't do this. I won't tell anyone. Please let me go." you begged your voice shaky as big, fat teardrops rolled down your cheek. "What will you tell them? They won't believe you and besides," his fingers inched towards your core, you squirmed and wailed. His fingers rubbed against your clothed slit, pressing against your clit sending shameful jolts of pleasure throughout your body. "I will scream," you whispered before breaking into soft sobs. He was going to rape you in your own classroom and there was nothing you could do against it. With no quirk to protect yourself, you knew physically overpowering him was a dream. You just prayed that he would leave you.

"You're gonna' scream?" he scoffed, his tone was cocky- ridiculing you. "Go ahead, scream," his fingers rubbed harder against your clothed cunt as he waited for you to scream. The scream never came and Mirio started, "You're getting wet down here, you know. You like this?" pushing away your panties to the side, he let his finger graze over your sensitive folds a content sigh following right after. "You're really wet. I think I can just slide it in."

He dipped two of his fingers into your cunt while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "What do you want?" you cried as his huge fingers drilled into your small, tight pussy. "What do I want? I want you to know you're mine. Only mine." he growled in your ear. "But I guess you don't realize that. Do you? Don't worry after I knock you up you won't be able to leave me, maybe then you'll understand." your lips fell agape, and eyes widened threatening to pop right out of your sockets, "N-no pleasee don't do that. P-please-" Mirio pushed you towards the teacher's desk, bending you over it. Your face pressed against the cold wood yet you keep whimpering, begging him to let you free but he doesn't care. He's not listening.

He flips your skirt over leaving your ass a sight to his wretched eyes. He brings his hand down spanking it then pulling away to watch how your plump flesh jiggles, he chuckles. "I should beat this pretty little ass purple and blue," he talks to himself, completely disheartening your cries for help. He smacks your ass until he's satisfied- until your bottom blooms red and his palm stings. Mirio wastes no time in getting behind you, his hand still pinned both of yours behind your back. He slowly releases them, "Now. No funny business," he warns. He knows you wouldn't try anything, you couldn't; not in this state.

One of his hands grips your waist tightly while the other kneads your ass, "Ah shit, look at that." he whispers. "It's beautiful but it's not enough." He is quick to pull your panties down to your thighs and spread your legs open. You hold on to the edges of the desk as you feel his fingers run up your slit and dip into your hole.

"Cute, little cunt. All mine."

His length comes free from its confines and hits his stomach. It's long, hard, and big- so big. You had it impale you before multiple times but it had always been a stretch. His cock was just too big for your tiny pussy! His tip teased your entrance. Your hole drooling over it, he hissed. "I am going to knock you up. You won't be leaving me after that." He pushed inside slowly marveling at how your cunt sucked him up so eagerly, your mouth opened into a silent scream as he bottomed out. He didn't give you time to adjust to his size, he kept rutting his hips. He thrust his cock deep inside you hard and fast, swollen balls slapping against your clit making you moan. The sinful sound of sex: his hips hitting your rear, grunts and moans resonate through the room while you stayed there, under him feeling embarrassed, betrayed, and humiliated. Yet you could not ignore the pleasure he was giving you. His cock hit deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix trying its best to sink past the rim, your cries of agony soon turned into frenzied moans.

You were close to cumming, he could tell by how tightly your precious cunt clenched around his hard length pulling him even deeper, squeezing him trying to milk him for all he's worth. "I feel that..gonna' fill you up," he says in between his grunts. Mirio tightened his grip on your hips as you started squirming beneath him, the coil in your stomach ready to burst and moment. "You're close, baby?" You whined refusing to give in, "Aww, it's fine. Just admit it: you're mine and I'll let you cum." His thrusts slowed down denying to give you satisfaction, you wailed at the loss yet you didn't agree with him. You were to give in, you told yourself but your body didn't agree. It needed Mirio and just like that it had taken over your mind, clouded your mind with nothing but lust and him. As the need for release increased, you screamed. "Ah- fuck. Yes! I am all yours- ah!" he steadied his rhythm and you exploded all over his cock. Creaming around him, your juices flowed down to your legs. Mirio length twitched inside of you, his thrusts became sloppy- he was close.

"Yeah damn fucking right. Good girl." he praised before spilling his seed inside your womb, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out and watched how his cum dripped from your abused pussy only to push it back inside with his finger. "You actually did it..." your voice was meek, head still down and body still bent over the desk. Too weak to get up, you started at the floor beneath you with glassy eyes. Mirio pulled you up and wrapped his arms around you tightly, making sure you don't run away. The hug was warm, in any other case it would have been warm and comforting but not anymore.

"This would not have happened, Y'know. It's your fault for being such a bitch."

Right, of course, you should have been smarter. You should have loved him back when you could have.

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Flower Shop (Saeran x Reader)

Warning: Rather lengthy and maybe ooc! 

      Everyday, right when the doors opened, the same girl would burst into the shop and pick up exactly a dozen pinks. Saeran didn’t think much of it during the first few days it started. She could be buying flowers to enrich her home or gifting them to someone. Days turned to weeks which turned to months. She never failed to come at eight o’clock sharp and pick up the same flowers each day, even when the weather was unfavorable and the roads were iced with a thick sheet of snow in the sidewalks. Her determination was admirable. Maybe that was one of the traits that made him fall for her. 

       Every day he would notice something cute about her. The way she smiled when surrounded by flowers; the way she avoided looking him in the eyes when paying, as if embarrassed that she was a regular; her furrowed brows when told that there were no pinks left in stock; her sweet hums when walking around the shop, thinking that the store was empty and that no one could hear her. It had been a while before Saeran realized that he had fallen for her. So much of her persona could be told through the actions she took. 

        Eight o’clock sharp, and the tiny bell above the door rang. He looked up from the chrysanthemums that he was tending to and noticed her. She dressed in casual clothes, as usual, dressing in a beige knit sweater and navy jeans that were worn a bit at the ends. Her smile never faltered. Every day she came in wearing the same warm smile as she went up to the counter to pick up her dozen pinks. 

        “Your flowers are at the counter,” Saeran announced, watering a few daisies that sat by a window. She looked down at her feet, twirling a strand of hair around her index before muttering a small ‘thanks’ and dropping the money off at the counter. It was another one of her quirks that he had noticed. She tended to bite her lip or the inside of her cheek when nervous or a bit shy and play with her fingers. He had found it a bit cute, but their interaction was nothing short of one between a customer and a salesperson. While their interaction was short and conversation was at most two sentences, Saeran found himself day-by-day growing attached to the mysterious girl. He wanted to find out where she went with those flowers but gradually grew interested in her daily life. What did she do during her days? Did she also enjoy gardening just as much? Perhaps she owned a cute little garden in her backyard which she tended to during her free time. It wasn’t long before he realized that he had fallen for her. 

        He was seated in a little booth of the small ice cream parlor that was just around the corner from his shop, eating his vanilla ice cream on a cone alone. It was a pretty frigid day outside, but Saeran always seemed to have room for ice cream. Perhaps it was due to the sweet memories of sharing a popsicle with his brother when the two of them were younger. Whatever it was, Saeran seemed most at peace with flowers and ice cream. He looked out the parlor window, watching people pass by and going about their daily lives.

        From the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar figure pass by on a tarnished, yellow bike. It might have been his imagination, but it was the same casual sweater from the morning that was riding the bike. Quickly glancing towards the streetlight, he found her waiting impatiently for the light to turn red, carrying a bouquet of yellow pansies in the basket that clung onto her bike. Saeran was once again intrigued by her figure. She had never spoken more than a few words to him in a quaint voice, so he was curious as to what her voice sounded like. Was it like a cute, soft voice that made him feel relaxed, or was it more like a loud, active voice when she spoke with such enthusiasm about the topics that interested her? For a second, however, she seemed a bit nervous, biting her lip and checking the map she held in her hand. Saeran wanted to go help, but one it would be awkward for him to appear and ask, and two, she would be long gone by the time he got up. A few buses passed by, blocking his view of the lady. When they left, she was gone with them.  

        The next day, at eight o’clock sharp, he was expecting to see her smiling face as she walked through the glass door. Minutes of waiting turned to hours. This was odd. She still hasn't shown up, and it was a few minutes before closing time. He sat behind the counter, staring at the dozen pinks that lay untouched on the counter. Maybe she wouldn't be able to make it today. But it was peculiar. She never once failed to show up right when the doors opened, yet she hasn't come in all day. Saeran knew that she had her own circumstances, but he couldn't help but find it a bit strange, especially since she had made it every single day, even when the roads were iced and the ground was buried with snow. 

        Two minutes before closing. He sighed, taking brass keys out of his pocket and walking towards the door to lock it. He didn't know why, but Saeran couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed that she couldn't show up today. Something must have happened, right? Maybe she was just tired? But that couldn't be right. Many times when she came in, dark eye bags were prevalent and her smile was lopsided while she would look like she was about to crash any minute. He couldn't help but worry for her, but why? It wasn't as if they ever spoke with one another more than a few sentences. It was just a quick ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye,’ nothing special. Yet, here he was, hoping that she was alright. It puzzled him. Why was he worrying? Thinking about her smile, his cheeks suddenly flushed and he felt heat flow through his body within seconds. His heartbeat started to gain speed.

        Damn, he thought, what's wrong with me today? Shaking his head, Saeran plopped the key within the lock and turned it, hearing a satisfying click.

        She was too late, unfortunately. By the time the mysterious girl showed up, Saeran was slumped over at the counter, sleeping on the paperwork he had to turn in soon. Sunlight was still present in little amounts, but most streetlights were being turned on right about now. She lightly tapped on the glass window with her knuckles, hoping that he would notice. He still lay slumped over his desk, however, sleeping ever so softly. She smiled at his form. He was so cute when he was asleep. Saeran just looked so relaxed and at peace when he was fast asleep as if every problem he was dealing with just suddenly vanished. She got on her yellow bike she was gifted for her tenth birthday and started riding. She was unfortunately too late today and didn't have a chance to pick up her flowers. 

        The next day was quite gloomy, a contrast to the previous bright sunshine-filled Friday. He woke up with arms and paperwork drenched in his drool, earning a look of disgust from him. How long was he asleep? Saeran checked the watch on his wrist, alarmed that it was nine in the morning, an hour past opening time. He sighed, thinking of how it would be better to just not open for the day. It was a Saturday after all, and he could probably afford to miss a day. A thunderous clap was then heard in the background, startling the man who was drinking a glass of water that sat on his desk from yesterday. He did a small jump, spilling water on his beige sweater in the process and mentally cursing himself. Soon enough, he got startled again when there was a vicious knock on the glass doors, jumping again and spilling more water. Saeran turned towards the window, a malicious glare in his eyes which only deepened once he saw his older brother standing outside. 

        “Hey bro, can you let me in?” Saeyoung tried to motion through the window, pointing at the doorknob and making strange movements as if he was playing charades. Too bad he sucked at it. Saeran had no idea what his brother was doing outside his shop at nine in the morning in the midst of a severe thunderstorm. He hadn’t even made plans to stop by, he just showed up out of thin air, which irritated Saeran a little. 

        “Why are you here?” Saeran asked in a stern voice, allowing a soaked Saeyoung to enter his shop, his wet t-shirt leaving water droplets everywhere on the floor. “And you could’ve at least had the decency to call and say ‘hey I’m stopping by for a visit.’” His arms folded, he waited for an explanation, as if an angry mother scolding her child. 

        “First off, don’t I at least get some kind of proper greeting?” Saeyoung pouted. “Secondly, I thought it would be nice to stop by for a visit. My shop is right around the corner anyway so it wasn’t as if it was troublesome for me.” The older red-head then went to a lily that was in the corner of the shop, picking one up and playing with its white petals. “Thirdly, it’s not as if you hate these visits.” He’s got a point there. Saeran, in fact, loved it when his brother came to visit. The younger sibling didn’t really have anyone else to converse with, spending his days feeling rather lonely, although it hurt a bit to admit. He did have a bit of an ego.

        “Anyway, make yourself comfortable.” Saeyoung smiled and tackled his brother in a hug, leaving a baffled Saeran standing in place. It was very sudden, and Saeran was a bit taken aback, but he hugged back. 

        “Dammit, you have no idea how much I missed you. You don’t come to visit the computer shop as much anymore. We don’t really hang out, and just...I really missed talking to you.” His embrace grew tighter. “You just seem so distant most of the time, and I sometimes wonder whether you’re annoyed with me or something.” Usually, Saeyoung would be a goof, cracking jokes left and right. This new side of him left Saeran baffled, but he felt a bit guilty that he hadn’t been talking to his brother as much anymore. Truth be told, he was just so busy with paperwork for his shop that he kinda forgot about Saeyoung. 

        “You don’t have to be so emotional this early in the morning y’know.” Saeyoung cracked a goofy smile at Saeran’s response, releasing his grip to go and make coffee. He was happy that he could spend time with his brother again. 

        The two brothers spent their morning catching up on things, asking how each other’s shops were coming along and sharing some weird stories. “I once had this customer come in with a camera, and she had a horrified expression on her face,” Saeyoung began. “Seriously, her face was so pale she could be classified as a vampire.” Saeran chuckled and took a bite out of his ice cream. “When I asked what was wrong with the camera, she broke and confessed that she wanted to make a home video for a video production class she was taking and something went wrong.” Saeyoung stopped for dramatic effect, expecting his brother to be on the edge of his seat and ask what happened next. Saeran realized this and decided to play along.

        “Then what happened?” Saeyoung was enthusiastic, cracking into a wide smile before continuing.

        “So she left it with me, and the camera was totally fried. I thought that I wouldn’t be able to repair it, but as I am the greatest technology person thingy you know-”

        “An electronic technician?”

        "Sure, whatever, but anyway I managed to find the issue and fix it. So I was looking through the film, or what was left of it, in order to identify what happened. And then, I come across a video that shows when she was washing dishes and how she got the camera close to the water. I thought, ‘Oh God. She dropped the camera in the water.’” He stopped once more for dramatic effect, earning an eye roll from his brother. “When she comes in a few weeks later, I ask her what happened to make sure I was right. Get this, she said that she put the camera in the microwave along with the food in order to get a good angle.” Saeran suddenly burst into fits of laughter. 

        “What kind of idiot-”

        “That’s what I thought, and I was trying to remain calm and composed while she was explaining why she thought it was a good idea to microwave a camera.” Saeyoung was then cut short due to rapid knocking at the door. The two of them turned towards the door to find her, Saeran’s regular, standing outside in the pouring rain. The younger sibling immediately tensed up.

        Crap, I forgot about her. Noticing his tense form, Saeyoung raised a brow and took a quick glance at the woman once more. 

        “Ohhh, I see.” The mischievous red-head smirked, eyeing his brother who had an intense blush on his face. “So, who is this girl you like?” The audacity of him. “How’s she like? Does she know? Are you two in a relationship? I can’t believe that my precious little brother has someone.” He took off his glasses, making a small gesture with his finger as if wiping away a tear. Saeran’s blush only grew in intensity. 

        He wasn’t entirely sure about whether or not he did have a crush on her though. Whenever she smiled, his heart fluttered a bit. Sometimes he would find himself gazing at her cherry-red lips, silently wishing that he could kiss them. Her eyes were another thing he was fond of. Her eye color complemented her locks, and she shone with a special kind of radiance, one that stood out from others. Saeran often found himself waiting for her to arrive, even if he would see her for a few minutes at most. Whenever he could see the hurt in her eyes, he so desperately wanted to ask what was wrong but decided that it would be rude to impede on her personal life, yet she still smiled the same lopsided smile. He adored that confidence and strength. He didn’t have the courage to fight through the pain with a smile on his face. Oh God, he did like her. Yet, he had just come to the realization now, when his brother brought it up. 

        “N-No,” Saeran stuttered, making his way to the desk to pick up the dozen pinks he had set aside. They were freshly picked from the small greenhouse he had in the back. “It’s just that she’s a regular.” He went up to the glass door, flowers in hand, and motioned for the woman to come in. “Uh, you’ll catch a cold if you stay outside without a jacket in the rain,” he whispered, looking to the side as if embarrassed and a bit shy. Her hair was drenched and the hoodie she wore stuck to her body a bit. 

        “It’s ok,” she replied. “I’m just here to pick up the flowers.” Her voice was soft, and Saeran was entranced by it. She spoke with such eloquence although she had barely said a word. Her soft voice was cute in a way, and the way she smiled at the end made Saeran’s heart beat faster. Had he really fallen head-over-heels for this young woman he didn’t know anything about? What was this, some sort of a Romeo and Juliet love story?

        “No, I insist. I don’t want you catching a cold.” He moved a bit to the side, gesturing for her to come in. She gave in to his charming smile and went in, a sort of milk-white card in hand that was now drenched in water. “Here, I’ll make some coffee for you to warm you up. Or would you prefer hot chocolate? I-I also have juice if you want.” He stumbled with his words, trying to figure out how he should treat such a beautiful and delicate woman. Saeran had never really had a crush on someone before, so all this was a new experience for him. 

        He caught Saeyoung off the corner of his eye suppressing a laugh. Was Saeran really trying that hard that it was noticeable? Apparently so as she had giggled. Now he had just made a total fool out of himself. He was embarrassed, flushed red from the tip of his ears to the bridge of his nose and mentally cursing himself for his desperate nature. He didn’t know what had come over him. Did Saeran really want to impress her, maybe confess although that would be a bit awkward? They were practically total strangers, yet here he was falling in love with her. 

        “A coffee would be fine.” She squeezed her hand, showing signs of shyness which he found adorable. She seemed so pure and innocent, Saeran wanted to embrace her by a fireplace on a cold day like this. Great, he was now having delusional fantasies. “Also, were you closed today, because no one else seems to be in the shop?”

        “Ah. Yeah, I had woken up late so I was closing the shop, but you’re fine. Anything for a regular.” Saeyoung, meanwhile, had disappeared to who knows where. Knowing how much of a “great” matchmaker he was, setting Saeran up on blind dates from time-to-time, the older red-head probably left to the back to give the two some room. Who knows, they might just hit it off and this interaction was the start of a loving relationship. “Please, have a seat at the counter.” She made her drenched form over to the counter, taking a seat behind it, feeling a bit awkward as she was always on the other side as a customer. Saeran made his way over with a warm cup of black coffee in hand, setting it down in front of her as well as small square packets of sugar and a small cup of creamer in case she wanted to make it sweeter. 

        “Thank you,” she mumbled, playing with her fingers while Saeran mumbled a quiet “you’re welcome” and stared off to the side. Both of them were socially awkward at this moment, not knowing what to talk about. Finally, she broke the silence. “Your shop is quite nice. It’s very serene and the relaxing atmosphere makes me feel comfortable here. I don’t know, it might be because of my love for flowers. They just have such a calming presence, and I particularly enjoy being surrounded by them whenever I feel stressed.”

        “Ah, really? I also have a love for flowers. I guess you could tell since I own this flower shop, but it’s nice to find someone else who shares this interest.” Saeran bit his fingernail which was already worn down due to the numerous times he has bitten them. He had quite a bad habit of it. He was a bit anxious over this sudden confrontation, but he was a bit happy with it as he would finally get to know this regular a bit more. “By the way, sorry for asking, and you don’t have to answer, but why didn’t you visit yesterday? Well, it’s kinda embarrassing to admit, but I was worried that something happened to you since you visit when the shop opens every day.” Was he that stupid to say such a thing? Once the words left Saeran’s mouth, regret immediately washed over him. What a complete and utter idiot he was, yet a part of him was grateful for asking about her wellbeing. It showed that he did care for her, albeit she was a clutz at times and other flaws were apparent, but that’s what made her unique and quite special. 

        “I was just busy with some things during the day. I’d rather not go too much into detail.” She gave a distraught look, gazing into her coffee while lost in thought about something. Well, that was a bad question to ask. Her eyes were no longer shining with a sort of brilliance yet was overcome with a feeling of sadness and a tinge of resentment. It was the same thing he felt when he was younger, having been separated from his older brother. The past was the past, however, and Saeran would rather try to forget about those distant memories. 

        “I’m sorry for asking.” She just smiled and shook her head, signaling that it was fine. How could she still smile through the pain? It ached him on the inside, wanting to so desperately ask how she could possibly smile when something was bothering her. How was she so strong and courageous as to mask her emotions behind a smile? He decided against it. He didn’t know her that well, and Saeran would feel that he was impeding on a sensitive matter. 

        “I’m sorry, but I have to go now.” She got up from her seat, a small sneeze erupting which Saeran found a bit cute and funny as it sounded high-pitched like a baby mouse. Without much thought, he grabbed his thick black coat from underneath the counter and draped it over her shivering shoulders. A small blush erupted onto her cheeks, taking the coat off and handing it back to Saeran. “Sorry, but I can’t take this. You need it, and besides, I’m already wearing an oversized sweater so I’ll be fine, probably.” The man just draped it over her shoulders again.

        “You’ll get a cold, and you’re going out while I’m here in the shop. You need this more than me, and you can always give it back when you come visit another time.” Thinking of how it would be no use to argue back, she hesitantly accepted the offer and made her way through the doors, carrying the bouquet of pinks in hand. She muttered a small “bye” and quickly walked out, a large blush on her face that she tried to cover by snuggling into the warmth of the oversized coat. 

        Saeran stood in front of the glass door for a while, silently cursing himself for his awkwardness. And he forgot to ask what her name was. Great, just great. “So, who was that?” The enthusiastic voice of his brother popped up from the back, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. Saeran glared at him, proceeding to ignore him and go lay his head on the counter while contemplating his decisions. 

        A few weeks passed by and everything was seemingly normal. Saeran thought about his small crush and whether or not he should confess, although that would be creepy since they barely knew each other. She would come in every day like normal, pick up her pinks, then quietly leave. He had gotten his coat back, and every time he put it on he could feel a sliver of her warmth attached to the insides of the coat. Or maybe it was the thought that she had worn the coat, but Saeran didn’t really mind. He was more confused about why he liked her. Sure she was pretty and had a sweet voice, but what about her specifically. Saeran hadn’t really thought of it until his brother had brought it up. 

        “Well,” Saeran started, sitting in a small booth while meeting up with his brother again. “She has pretty eyes I guess.” Saeyoung nodded, motioning for him to continue on. “Well, her voice is soft and cute. Um, sometimes I kinda just want to put a string of hair behind her ear and tell her how pretty she is.” His brother gave him a bewildered look, possibly creeped out from his list. “Ugh, I just don’t know.” Saeran slammed his head against the table, sulking a bit as he tried to list off why he was attracted to the mysterious customer. “It’s just...I don’t know why but everytime I see her, my heart speeds up and there’s a small blush you could see on my face. Whenever she comes in through the door, I have to suppress this big grin but I don’t know why. It’s as if my body just told me ‘yeah, she’s the one.’” 

        “Well, I don’t know what to tell you, but it sounds like you do like her although you haven’t really specified why.” Saeyoung got up and stretched a bit. “Anywho, I got to get back to my shop-and speak of the devil she’s here.” Saeran’s ears turned a bit red at this mention, lifting his head off the table to scan the cafe for any signs of her. Sure enough, she was there, three seats in front of the brothers writing something in a notepad. 

        Before Saeran could even utter a word, Saeyoung left the shop, winking at him and giving a thumbs up. Well then. Although Saeran had little confidence in his social skills, it was now or never. He was going to go up to this cute girl and finally converse, maybe ask her out or get her number if things went well. 

        “Hey,” he greeted, which earned a mental facepalm. God, why was he just so awkward. I mean, yeah, he never was one to chat with others, and he did have a rather rough past that he was able to overcome after loads of therapy, but why couldn’t he talk for God’s sake?! 

        She looked up from her notepad, smiling that damned lopsided grin that never failed to make Saeran’s heart skip a beat. Yet again, however, there seemed to be a tinge of sadness in her smile. “Oh, hey! I never did catch your name although we see each other every day.” 

        “Oh, ahh, I’m Saeran.” He took a seat at the booth and scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact. 

        “(MC). By the way, do you by any chance sell tiger lilies? I’ve never seen them at your shop before.” She started to bite the eraser at the tip of her pencil, chewing it as if in thought or waiting for Saeran to answer. 

        “Yeah, I do, except I keep them in the back. I don’t have too many people ordering them, so I usually only reserve them for special orders. Do you need any?” Yes, he didn’t grow that many tiger lilies, but if (MC) wanted some then he sure as hell will give them to her, free of charge. 

        “No, it’s just that my customer wants about a dozen of them.” She started tapping the pencil against the tabletop, quite irritated at the thought of the aforementioned customer. (MC)’s face then lit up, as if she forgot to mention something. “I deliver flowers by the way. It’s just a part-time job I picked up to help pay for my university tuition. I know it’s not much, but it’s been helping somewhat. Every penny counts, you know?” 

        Saeran nodded. He never did attend university, instead opting to take a few classes on business and gardening before opening up his own shop. The costs were massive even with those few classes. In short, college is hella expensive. Who could afford all those costs?

        The two continued to chat for a bit, making small talk and getting to know a bit about each other. Saeran was truly grateful for this opportunity. After about an hour, he decided to bring up a question that he was always meaning to ask.

        “So, forgive me for intruding on your personal life, but why exactly have you come to my shop almost every day at the exact same time and ordering the same exact thing?” Gosh, he was so softspoken and awkward. But this was needed. 

        “Oh, this is kinda awkward,” she rubbed the back of her neck, Saeran immediately regretting ever speaking. “Um, please don’t think that this is weird, but it’s because I always wanted to see you before I began my day. I’m just too socially inadequate to go up and start a conversation, however, so I just settled with buying pinks that I don’t need. I mean, sometimes my customers do want them, but it’s mainly because I really love seeing you. When I first walked into your shop, I took one glance at you and thought, ‘damn, that’s a fine-looking snack right there.’” She chuckled after her ramble, face visibly red. 

        Saeran was over there dying on the other hand. She...she thought that he was cute? Um, excuse me? His heart beat furiously, threatening to jump out of his body at any minute. His soul has transcended, beginning to leave for the afterlife. His feelings were reciprocated. Is this what heaven looks like? Sitting right in front of your crush who just confessed, both of your faces red and body temperature running so high that it could be mistaken for a fever?

        She continued on. “It’s just that...my life has been, well, shit over the past few months.” She started to play with her nails and bit the inside of her cheek. (MC) was getting all nervous again, as Saeran could tell from her actions. He had studied her enough to be able to read her emotions. She wasn’t a good hider as it turns out. Saeran remained silent, allowing her to go on as if silently comforting her that he was there to listen to her. He wanted to be someone with who she could be open.

        Saeran had gone through therapy due to his rather rough past. He knew what it was like to be abused, to feel as if there was no opening to escape the dark pit you are stuck in. Without his therapy, Saeran feels as if his life wouldn’t have gotten better. His mom was abusive to both him and his brother; their father was of a high position and never once acknowledged that they were his sons; he was manipulated into a cult, only to be further abused; and above all, he felt as if his dear brother had abandoned him. While he was in a better place today, the past still lingers, clinging onto him as if whispering that he can never let it go. 

        “This one particular customer just berates me and will always find a mistake I’ve made in the order. Like, ‘oh, I ordered thirteen roses but you only bought a dozen.’ Or ‘this flower is slightly discolored. What are you thinking about giving me such a sick and unsightly flower?’ Then she just goes on to call me names, saying how I should be fired.” (MC) had tears in the corners of her eyes. 

        “And it’s hard to just take it in, you know?” She continued on, her tears silently falling. “It’s hard to deal with this stuff when your self-confidence has already hit rock bottom, and you think it can’t get worse, but oh boy there’s a shovel and now we’re digging even deeper!” (MC) was practically sobbing at this point. 

        “I’m such a worthless piece of human trash. I can’t even pass my university classes because my dumb professor is all like ‘you forgot a comma here’ or ‘this class is too hard for someone of your intellect’ as if she’s doubting my intelligence. Then parents are all up on my ass about how I don’t know what I want to major in yet. ‘Oh, you should go to med school’ or ‘how could you not know your interests yet? You’re just wasting your time and money. You should just drop out and marry a rich man.’”

        “Hey, it’ll be alright.” Saeran had moved over to her booth. Yes, he was awkward, and yes, he had no idea what he was doing, but he had to comfort her somehow. “You’re just going through a rough patch right now.” (MC) then hid her face in his shirt, hiding her tear-streaked face as Saeran awkwardly placed a hand on her head, stroking it gently. 

        “Don’t listen to those people, (MC). You’re a strong-willed woman. You’re just going through hard times, but everything will soon be better. Once you’ve hit rock bottom, the only place you can go is up. Listen, I’m so proud of you.” The crying seemed to have toned down a bit, much to Saeran’s relief. He wasn’t sure whether or not he was helping. He had always been the one to have advice given to him, not the other way around. 

        After a few more inspirational (and quite cringy according to Saeran) talks, (MC) seemed to be feeling better. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks had dried trails of tears, and her nose was quite runny, but (MC) wasn’t crying anymore. 

        “Thanks, for everything,” (MC) said, cheeks a bit red as she twirled a strand of hair with her finger. She seemed to be embarrassed that she had cried in front of a stranger she barely knew anything about. “That was the first time I had someone comfort me, so thank you. I usually just bottle up my emotions, but I guess it became too much this time.” She softly chuckled, trying to make a joke about the whole ordeal. God, she was just so embarrassed. 

        “Hey, it’s fine. I wish I had someone to say these things to when I was dealing with something similar. We all need to express our emotions somehow.” Saeran smiled, genuinely smiled. He wasn’t sure when the last time he had smiled this much was. God, this girl just made him feel things he wasn’t exposed to. “Anyway, we’re friends now, right? You can talk to me anytime you need anything.” 

        “Mm, thanks, honestly. Same here.” The two sat in awkward silence, unsure of what to say next, until finally, Saeran spoke up, deciding that it was his turn to make a move.

        “Soo, you want to hang out next week?” There was an imminent blush on his face, eyes looking to the right as to avoid her facial expressions. He then heard a soft giggle.

        “I’d love that.”

[greenygreenland]

Wannabe Chapter 9: Star Wars x Reader

pt 1 pt 8

'ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ? ꜱᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴍꜱ...' -ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇꜱᴛ, ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ʟᴇɴɴᴏx

(Y/n) stared dumbly at Han. He had already dug his grave by answering a call from a few levels down below, and with each word he sprouted, it got deeper.

"Uh, uh," he stammered, "there was a...weapon's malfunction." Sweat trailed down his forehead. "But, uh, everything's perfectly fine now. We're fine. We're all fine here. Thank you." If Fives were here, (Y/n) would have laughed at Han with him, but he wasn't. And he wouldn't ever because he was dead. The thought kept tugging in her mind like a bird that refused to stop chewing at seeds in a garden. 

It was like he was there yet not at the same time. The empty space at her side said to forget him, but she couldn't. Not after all she and him had been through. Not after the way he died. It wasn't with honour on a battlefield--it was plain murder.

Han sucked his teeth in annoyance. "Uh, how are you?" (Y/n) returned her attention onto the man as he sheepishly smiled. She had never face-palmed so hard in her life. 

"We're sending a squad up right now." 

Han went rigid as a board. "Negative! Uh, negative. We...have a reactor leak here, uh, now. I uh, I mean...uh, give us a few minutes to lock it down." He paused. "Large leak. Very dangerous."

"Who is this? What's your operating number?" 

Han grabbed his blaster and (Y/n) almost lost her cool. He gritted his teeth and shot at the panel like there was no tomorrow. Sparks flew from the mangled scrapes of wires and plastoid as smoke bellowed from the burnt material.

"That was a boring conversation anyway." Han threw the blaster on the ground with a tired sigh. (Y/n) shook her head to bring her thoughts back to the ground. She had to remind herself not to think about her men either, who were probably waiting for her back on Kamink with the younger cadets. 

They were probably sent to another wasteland to rid the planet of Seperatist forces while the cadets trained away in the facilities. Without (Y/n) around, they probably got little breaks. (Y/n) wondered if her Master went out looking for her in the dark streets, or if Anakin had already summoned his men for a searchparty. Maybe word hadn't gotten around that she had been kidnapped, and everyone just thought she was a criminal instead.

"Luke, hurry up!" cried Han. "We're about to have company!" The numbers above the lifts quickly rose, increasing so fast that (Y/n) could barely up with it. She frowned. Since when did the lifts go so fast? And since when did the control panels look so...advanced?

"Get behind me!" shouted Han. With a quick swoop of his arm, he shoved (Y/n) behind him and snatched his blaster off the ground. 

The doors on the lifts swished open. There was no warning from either side, only blaster fire. Some lasers bounced off the walls, into control panels, or onto the camera overlooking above.

(Y/n) never fully realised how lucky she was to be incredibly gifted in the Force until now. If it weren't for her sensitivity, then she swould have long been subject to all the smoke and blaster fire erupting from both sides. Han was a surprisingly good shot and kept her safe from harm, but he had to practically tango and shimmy to avoid getting hit. Chewie, on the other hand, was a wonderful fighter tackled quite a few troopers into the lifts.

(Y/n) wanted to help, but she suddenly couldn't move. She wasn't sure why, but being here, in the middle of a battle between two sides she knew nothing about just felt...

...surreal.

It was like she were in a dream, or nightmare for that matter. Nothing made sense here. It was all so random with the futuristic blasters and technology she hadn't seen before. There were many things that continued to strike her as off, but she just didn't know what. 

Something was wrong here. Very, very wrong.

(Y/n) shook herself out of her stupor. What was she doing just standing there? Han probably needed her help along with Chewie, yet she wasn't moving. This wasn't her. She was (Y/n) Kryze, member of the clan Kryze and house. She was sister to Korkie, and niece to the late Duchess Satine and Bo-Katan. Where was her honour? Her will to stand up for peace? 

Instead of cowering behind Han, she should be fighting, so why couldn't she move? 

"You know what would be great?" shouted Han. "If you could pick up that blaster instead of standin' there like a scared loth cat!" 

(Y/n)'s survival instincts kicked in. This wasn't a walk through the temple, this was a battlefield. If she didn't chose the right move, then the opposing side would.

"Right." she mumbled, digging a hand in her boot. Last time she checked, she stuffed her lightsaber parts in her boots (Fives's idea to keep it concealed). If the troopers were as bad at their job as she assumed, then they wouldn't have done a thorough search. She wrapped her hands around a warm piece of metal and pulled out the screws and other parts she needed. Just where I left them, she thought. The soft hues of the kyber crystal shone brightly through the smoke and (Y/n) almost smiled to herself. 

It was like a beacon in this chaos, a hope that she'd be alright in day's time.

(Y/n) closed her eyes and focused on the parts. From the screws, to the metal rounds that held the thing together, she focused, ignoring the blasts and shouts ringing in her ears.

They weren't important.

The pieces hovered over her hands, twisting and twirling into their respective spots and encasing the kyber crystal in all sorts of shiny metals from across the galaxy. There was a satisfying 'click', signifying that everything had fallen into its correct place. (Y/n) opened her eyes. 

The galaxy tied itself into one again, reeling her into the cold face of reality. The blasts. The troops. The death. The shouts. It was real, all of it. None of it was a dream and none of it was going to just disappear--unless she had something to say about it.

(Y/n) jumped to her feet. She found her center and was sure it would be enough to win. The grip on her lightsaber felt so right, and as she pressed the button, a soft hiss resounded in the detention block. The troops suddenly paused, not out of fear from the glowing green saber in the smoke, but from awe.

That changed as soon as (Y/n) lunged out of the haze. They feared the glowing blade in her hands as she sliced their blasters in half. They feared the girl in robes as she Force-pushed them away like fumes of smoke with a single wave of her hand. (Y/n) knocked the last trooper out with a quick Force-push. 

Maybe she had a bit too much Mandalorian in her because never had she ever felt so alive.

(Y/n) turned towards Han and Chewie with a nod. "More troops will arrive shortly. We must depart while we can." Han opened his mouth to say something, but the words stuck in his throat. "You--old man--laser sword--Kid...? Why didn't you--why didn't you just do that before?!" Chewie howled in agreement, but (Y/n) waved them off and motioned for them to follow her down the hall. "I hope you understand the position you put yourself in. Do you have a back-up plan to get us out of here?"

Chewie growled in reply. 

"No? Alright then. I suppose the vents are a choice, but then Chewie would have trouble fitting in..." (Y/n) stopped in front of the only open cell. "Luke, did you find--?"

"Woah! You're a...?"

"Jedi, yes. Why is that such a surprise? Besides that, do you have a backup plan?" He walked out of the cell and sheepishly pointed his blaster at an incoming group of troopers. Han and Chewie shot at them as Luke fiddled with the trigger. "Uh..." His eyes lit up. "Actually." He pulled out a little stick-commlink-thing. "3-PO! Can you find us a way out of the detention block?" (Y/n) knitted her brows together. 3-PO? As in C-3PO? Padme's droid? Stars, this day just continued to confuse her.

"What? I can't hear you!" cried Luke. "It--It's too loud in here!"

As if to prove his point, Han fired his blaster a good five times in a row. (Y/n) blocked a few blasts, only pausing when a girl in white made her way out of the cell. "Looks like you managed to cut off our only escape route." she grumbled. There was something that struck (Y/n) as off about the girl, besides her snippy attitude.

She resembled Padme so strongly that (Y/n) would have thought it to be her if it weren't for the more laid-back fashion of her dress. It was a fact that Padme hadn't any siblings, so perhaps the princess was a relative of hers? It wouldn't be off the mark considering the girl was a princess. Her stern eye snapped over to (Y/n)'s. She nodded to herself as if she were impressed with (Y/n)'s skill.

"I see the Empire hasn't given up Jedi hunting yet." 

(Y/n) blocked a few blasts and almost tripped over her robed. Empire? Jedi hunting?

"3-P0! We're gonna be toast if you can't find an escape route!" shouted Luke. (Y/n) blinked herself back into focus. She had to keep her mind on the task at hand, not a detail that could wait until later. "All of you!" she exclaimed. "Look for a vent or passage! Anything will do as long as we get out of here!"

The princess snatched Luke's blaster out of his hands. He gave an odd look of frustration. "What are you doing?" She shot at a few troops so accurately that they literally dropped dead on the spot. "Someone has to save our skins!"

She made her way over to (Y/n)'s side and shot at a large vent behind her. (Y/n) fanned a bit of smoke out of her face and glared at the vent with a frown. "Garbage chute?" The gaping hole was barely large enough for a single person to wiggle through, but the princess didn't seem to care. She shot another trooper before climbing through the hole and sliding down the pipes. Chewie made his way over to the vent with a low growl.

"Get in there," Han kicked him, "I don't care what ya smell!" Chewie growled a little at Han. He was about to shake his head, but tripped down the chute with a screech. (Y/n) Force-pushed a group of troops into a wall. "Luke, go!" He sent (Y/n) a quick glance of doubt, but she gently prodded him along. "Hurry!" When he disappeared, she turned to Han. He nodded at her. "You first, darling." (Y/n) deactivated her lightsaber with a curious look in her eyes.

"Darling?"

"Yeah, it's a--doesn't matter, get in there you space wizard!"

(Y/n) wanted to be offended but didn't have the time. She slipped down the chute with a slight yelp. Boy, Chewie was right--it smelled terrible in there. It was like a mix of rotten fruit and milk rolled into one, but ten times worse and covered in old cheese.

(Y/n) landed feet-first into a pile of old scraps and packaging. She squinted as her eyes took their time adjusting to the lighting. She coukd have sworn something brushed her leg, but that could have been her imagination. (Y/n) jumped over to the doorsteps, where Chewie frantically scratched and banged on the door. "Chewie, I can do it." (Y/n) reassured.

There was a loud yell from the chute and Han collapsed into a pile of old fruit peels and paperwork. He didn't even take a good look around him before sarcastically shouting, "The garbage chute was a wonderful idea!"

[itsaboutbee]

Pre-Fight - Pacific Rim au

Guess who finally finished another thing of her Pacific Rim au??? Anyway, its basically the pre-fight part of Bruise in “The Knifehead Incident” fic thing. I didn’t have anyone proof read which is my own fault but I hope you enjoy anyway!!

Title: Pre-fight

Fandom: Ninjago

AU: Pacific Rim

Ship: Bruiseshipping

Word count: 1222

Summary: Jay is cold and too awake, Cole is a dumbass and to alseep

Jay opened his eyes and was met by the cold concrete wall of the barley lit room they currently lived in. It was a small originally very cold looking and feeling room. It almost resembled a holding cell. The room didn't have a single window either so telling the time could be a difficulty at times. Thankfully after a while of staying there the two of them somehow managed to make the room a little warmer and more welcoming.

At least Jay felt like they did.

But the heavy metal door closing them away from the hallway outside still kept their sleeping quarters from being very homey. At the start of moving in Jay was barley able to open them, while his drift partner, Cole, easily shoved them open. Since the day the two of them had met in the academy Cole had gone from an outcast chubby acne ridden guy to a handsome mountain of a man everyone loved. Jay never really care much though, like yeah, he was a little jealous about all the attention Cole now got from girls and boys, but Cole's looks were never the reason for their shared bond.

It was different.

It always had been.

The ginger shifted in his bunk, he stretched and one of his legs slipped out from under the blanket. Jay shivered when the ice cold air of their room hit his bare skin. He immediately pulled his leg back under the blanket trying to figure out why in all world it was that cold. The ginger reached for the screen mounted on the wall next to him. He pressed the small clock button and a bright greenish light light shone him right in the face. He groaned quietly and squinted his eyes to see the numbers.

The redhead finally understood why it was so freezing cold, 4:27am in early January with the heating turned on low couldn't possibly keep his slender frame warm. Cole always insisted on shutting it down before going to sleep and Jay reluctantly did so, every time. Even though he knew he'd wake up super early because he was freezing.

The man pressed the small button once again and the light disappeared. He sat up almost completely silently and got out of his bed the same way. He put on his slippers and quietly walked over to his fellow pilot's bunk. Cole was still peacefully snoring away with one of his arms over his head, his blanket only covering half his chest and hair messily strewn all around his face, covering his eyes. Jay rolled his eyes and carefully pushed some hair out of Cole's face.

“Stupid buff man never gets cold does he?”, he softly mumbled while doing so. The dark haired male shifted his head slightly, nuzzling his hand with a satisfied smile forming on his face. He sighed in his sleep. Jay couldn't help but smile, “Handsome stupid buff man...”, he spoke a little louder.

After a few more lingering seconds he carefully pulled his hand back and shuffled towards the thermostat. The ginger cranked the heat up to a temperature more fit for his thinner frame. After hearing the soft crackling that indicated the heat was actually working he went to grab some clothes from the large wall closet. With an armful of clothes he entered the shares bathroom. After taking a nice and hot shower the room had already gotten to a more comfortable temperature. He dried off, only needing to dry his short hair with a towel to not get sick. He grabbed the clothes and started putting them on. A light grey under-shirt, dark blue work-pants with a belt, and a dark blue knit sweater. Once Jay was done he stood up straight and looked in the large wall mounted mirror. He analysed his appearance. A bright blue eye staring back at him, freckles littering his pale complexion, ginger hair messily sitting in every wrong way. The man quickly fixed his hair, his fingers grazing over the scar splitting his eyebrow in two. The one that took away the sight in his right eye, the same one that gave him the chance to actually become a pilot.

He smiled and let out a deep sigh.

The ginger turned and walked back out of the bathroom to the closet. He opened a drawer. Grabbing his ID card and clipping it to his belt he glanced over to Cole. By now the man had shoved the blanket down even further and had his second arm was hanging of his bunk completely. Jay grabbed his boots and slipped into them.

The second he had finished tying the laces a loud siren and red light spread through their room from the screens next to their bunks. The redhead let out a short yelp and landed on his butt.

“Bruise Control report to Bay 05; Level A37; Kaiju Codename 'Knifehead'; Category 4”, the recorded voice of their shared friend Pixal rang through the room from the speakers. Jay scrambled up from the floor and over to his partners bed. He shook the black haired male by his shoulders, “Wake up!! We're being deployed!!”.

All Cole did was roll to his side and wave his hand through the air trying to shove whatever was bothering him away. Jay once more shoved him and yelled, “WAKE! UP! WE'RE! BEING! DEPLOYED!”.

“Mhmgh five more minutes please”, the black haired male grumbled slowly waking up. Jay sighed and rolled his eyes. “How can he sleep through this? Normal people wake up from this even if they're used to it by now.”, he thought and stood up straight again, smirking when another idea immediately came to mind.

“Guess I'll have to find a different drift partner then~”, the ginger turned with a shrug and started walking to the door, still smirking.

Cole almost immediately snapped into a sitting position, “Hell no! I'm awake!!”. Jay turned around crossing his arms and leaning his hip out to one side. Cole jumped off his bunk with a fairly loud thump and quickly started getting dressed.

“No one is getting in your head except me...”, the burly man mumbled almost fully ineligible.

Cole hated when Jay drifted with anyone but him, even back in the academy Cole got rather agitated whenever Jay was paired with someone else. He already strongly disliked even thinking about another person possibly messing around in his Partner's mind. Jealousy? Most definitely a large part of it. Cole trusted Jay with all his heart but anyone else? Rarely.

“What was that?”, the slender man shifted to the other side to get a better look at Cole.

“Nothing nothing”, the dark haired man waved off while pulling his under-shirt over his head. Jay rolled his eyes and started to tap his foot impatiently, “Just hurry up!!”, he whined.

After only a short while Cole was finally dressed. Jay immediately spun around towards the door, he shoved the heavy metal door open as fast as he could and almost tripped down the steps to the hallway. Cole had tried to grab his arm but Jay was already running down the hallway within seconds. “COME ON!!”, the ginger motioned for Cole to follow him. The dark haired male sighed, “No pre-fight kiss it shall be...”, he started running after his drift partner.

[fairy-cat-mother]

Green It Is

***Edit: Okay, for some reason, my original post was deleted?? So...I’m posting it again aldkfjadslkfj >.<;;

A/N: Lotor x Reader Valentine’s Day Fic >:3 it’s still Valentine’s Day if I never went to sleep right?? a;lfjas;lfkj

Thank you so, so much @starfaring-princelotor for letting me use your little stars. I’ve fallen absolutely and completely in love with Atlas and Celeste, and they are blessed and adorable. They are canon to me TT^TT Also, I couldn’t get this idea out of my head after you told us you deliver flowers for Valentine’s Day alskdjfalsflkfj

Enjoy y’all~!

Warnings: None

“Papa, up!”

With her arms outstretched, Celeste stood on her tiptoes as she implored Papatron to put her on his shoulders.

Papatron obliged of course.

“Come here, little one,” Lotor grinned, lifting his daughter over his head. The moment she was settled on her perch, she papped his head repeatedly with the single green rose that was held firm in her grasp.

Meanwhile, Atlas had taken it dutifully upon himself to carry the last of the flowers in his arms, his little legs moving fast to keep up the pace he had insisted upon setting.

“Evwy—evwyone needs a fwower so dey can smile. Huwwy up!”

“Aye, aye Captain Atlas!” you saluted him with a firm nod, letting out a soft laugh as you followed close behind.

Delivering flowers for Valentine’s Day. Your husband had brought up the idea a few weeks ago—to learn more about your culture of course, but also as a way to start something new together as a family. You had agreed without a second thought on the matter. It was a positively wonderful idea, to start a tradition so wholesome and heartwarming, to spread love and happiness to people who might need it, especially on a day like today.

Your two little stars had also agreed enthusiastically. Though, you were pretty sure most of their excitement stemmed from being able to pick and snip the pretty flowers from your gardens. You were always finding flowers here and there as a “surprise for Mama and Papa.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought. Those little gremlins were too sweet for their own good. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Here we are,” Lotor announced.

Celeste chose to remain on her throne as you approached the last house on the block, but Atlas quickly ran up to the door to knock. An elderly woman answered, a cat mewing and weaving in between and around her ankles.

“Happy Vawentime’s Day!” Atlas exclaimed, holding the flowers in his hand out for her to take.

“Oh my!” her eyes lit up, “This is a lovely surprise. Thank you very much,” she said, accepting the flowers and giving them a good sniff. “They smell wonderful!”

Atlas nodded absently, his eyes fixated on the little black cat staring back up at him.

“You can pet her if you’d like,” the woman offered with a kind smile, “Her name is Nova.”

“Like a star,” Atlas gasped, “I know dat!”

“You’re very smart.”

“Gwanny Dayak teashes me. And Papa and Mama. All of dem are reawwy smart!”

You stifled a giggle in your hand, watching as your son crouched down to pet the curious creature. After a nuzzle or two from the cat, Atlas decided he was satisfied and stood back up to run over to you.

“Fank you! Bye-bye!”

“Thank you, and Happy Valentine’s Day,” she replied, giving one last smile and wave to you all before closing her door.

“Papa!” Celeste burst out as soon as the door closed, frantically waving her hands about.

Lotor winced as the rose in her hand whacked him in his eye. “Yes, little one?”

“We fowgot!”

“We forgot what, darling?”

“We—da fwower! Papa we fowgot to give dat nice wady da gween fwower!” she held out the rose in front of her and shook it.

“Ah,” the corner of his lips turned up in a gentle half smile as his eyes flicked over toward you, “Actually Celeste, that one is for Mama. Would you like to give it to her?”

Atlas’s eyes went big, “Me too! I wanna give Mama fwowers too!”

“Alright, alright—both of you, then,” Lotor chuckled, lifting Celeste up over his head and lowering her to the ground, “Aaaand, down you go little one.”

Atlas bounced over to join his sister in holding the flower’s stem.

“Mama, cwose your eyes!”

You put your hands over your face.

“And no peeking!”

You heard Lotor laugh quietly to himself as you closed your fingers tightly together so there were no more gaps left—or at least none that your little stars could see anyway.

A few moments of scuffling feet and loud whispering passed by.

“‘Kay, you can open dem now~!”

You did as they instructed, gasping at the sight in front of you. “For me?” you asked, clasping your hands in front of your chest.

“Mmhmm~!”

Their mouths were stretched wide in bright smiles that put the stars to shame. You felt your heart swell.

“Thank you so much my darlings, it’s beautiful. I love it,” you crouched down to their level and carefully took the green rose in your hands, caressing the petals gently as you inhaled its sweet scent.

Green.

The symbolism was not lost on you.

Life. Abundance. Fertility. Peace.

“Come here you sweet things, give Mama a hug!” you spread your arms wide, catching them as they jumped into your embrace and nuzzled their faces against your own.

You looked up toward Lotor, biting your lip as you shook your head slightly in awe. It struck something deep inside of you. His attention to detail and careful planning. He’d outdone himself.

He winked at you, a fond smile painting his lips as he watched you all.

You sighed softly, swallowing around a lump which had unexpectedly formed in your throat, “Alright my dears,” you cleared your throat in an attempt to stop your voice from breaking, “What do you say we make some peppermint hot chocolate when we get home?”

They both shrieked in delight before running over to Papa.

“Up, Papa, up!”

With Celeste on his shoulders again, and Atlas on his hip, you all began the trek home. The chill was beginning to set in for the evening, but the warmth you felt in your heart was stronger. You felt something brush against your knuckles, and looked down to see your husband’s hand caressing yours. Your fingers intertwined and he squeezed gently.

I love you…

* * *

“Like this, Mama?” Atlas looked to you for approval as he stirred the cocoa in.

“Perfect, darling.”

A mischievous giggle sounded from behind the two of you. “I get chu Papa!”

You turned to look over your shoulder. Celeste was chasing her Papa around with a peppermint stick.

“Oh no! Darling, help me!” Lotor called out to you, dramatically falling to the ground as Celeste poked him in the leg with her prized sword.

“Sorry dear, I’m afraid you’ll have to escape this one on your own,” you teased. “Atlas and I have a very important job to do. Right Atlas?”

“Mmhmm! Vewwy important,” he nodded, his little brow knit tightly and tongue peeking out between his lips as he continued to stir the drinks with his own peppermint stick.

The shenanigans behind you continued as Celeste jumped on her Papa’s stomach with a battlecry.

“You know Atlas,” you leaned down to whisper to him, “if you want to join them you can. I’ll finish these in no time—”

“Nope!” he shook his head, “I help Mama,” he finished, smiling up at you.

You pulled him into your arms, smothering his chubby little cheeks with kisses. He squirmed and giggled in your hold until you relented and let him go to continue his very important job.

A job he was so focused on that he did not even notice how quiet it had become. And he certainly did not notice a big, dangerous Papa Shark sneaking up behind him.

You did however, and with a barely contained laugh, you leaned over and asked for your son’s hot chocolate mug, under the guise of inspection of course. “It looks perfect Atlas, I’d say it’s about ready,” you said, setting it down on the countertop away from his grasp.

“‘Kay Mama! Can I put da marshmewows—”

Your son’s question was cut short as he was suddenly pulled from his spot on the step ladder and into the inescapable grasp of Papa Shark.

A high pitched shriek echoed out through the kitchen, quickly turning into laughter as Lotor blew a raspberry on his son’s belly. “I have you now!” he exclaimed, with an exaggerated evil laugh and another raspberry attack.

You couldn’t help but snort in response. Ever the dramatic flare your husband had.

You watched on as Celeste chose that precise moment to attack his leg, latching on with her little claw paws and sharp teeth.

Lotor let out a cry, half play and half genuine surprise, probably from the strength of her grip. She was spirited, there was no doubt about that. When Celeste set her mind to something, she was a force to be reckoned with.

But even she couldn’t escape the clutches of Papa Shark.

With his fangs playfully barred and snapping, Lotor bent down to pick her up, his hand secured under her belly. With one little star in each hand, he zoomed around the living room making spaceship noises.

You looked on for a few moments, eyes crinkling from the silly grin on your face, before turning back to the drinks and assembling them on a tray.

“Alright dears! Cocoa. Is. Served~!” you announced, carrying the tray of delicious sweets over to the coffee table by the sofa.

Celeste and Atlas rushed over and hopped up onto the sofa. Their hair was all mussed and wild, and their cheeks flushed from their play with Papa, and in the warm, flickering light of the fireplace, you could see their eyes sparkling. They were absolutely adorable in their anticipation.  

“Okay, dig in!” you said, making your way over to your husband. As soon as you sat down on the sofa next to him, he pulled you close against his side and nuzzled his nose into your hair. You laid your hand overtop the one encircling your waist, huffing out a laugh as you watched your little stars, “Look at them go.”

Celeste and Atlas took turns reaching their hands into the bag of heart-shaped marshmallows and plopping them into their drinks. When no more fluffy goodness could fit in their mugs, they took to stuffing their mouths with them until their cheeks puffed out.

“Watch this,” Lotor whispered to you before reaching forward for his own handful of marshmallows. He stuffed them into his mouth and used his hands to press against his cheeks before opening his mouth to speak, “Ammathubyybnny.”

Your little stars lost it at that—giggles piercing the air around you as they instantly decided to follow their Papa’s example. Fluffy little marshmallows littered the table and floor and sofa cushions as full-on belly laughs forcefully expelled them from tiny mouths. You even joined in for a round or two of your own—Mama bunny had to at least try and show up Papa bunny after all.

Besides, their gleeful shouts, and the silly look on your husband’s face as he stuffed his cheeks even fuller to triumph over you all was entirely worth it.

“Alright, my chubby little bunnies,” you began, once the bag of marshmallows had been thoroughly depleted, “if you don’t drink your hot cocoa soon, Mama might be tempted…to drink it all~” you lilted, reaching forward with wiggling fingers for their mugs.

Tiny clawpaws swatted your hands away, and slurping sounds soon filled the room as they devoured their minty, chocolatey treats. You grabbed the two remaining mugs before leaning back against Lotor’s side once more. With a kiss to the cheek, you handed his to him.

“Thank you, darling,” his low voice rumbled against your shoulder.

You snuggled closer against him, already sipping away.

It was moments like these that tugged on your heartstrings—the simple ones, the little things. Together as a family.

Together.

As soon as Atlas and Celeste finished their drinks, they crawled over into your lap and nestled against your side.

“I got da sweepies,” Celeste giggled through a yawn as she laid her head down on your chest.

Atlas nudged his head against his Papa’s arm, “Me too.”

“Well then, I guess I better sing the Sleepy Song, no?” you asked, running a hand through your daughter’s hair as Lotor’s strong arms held you all close against him.

“Mm—” another yawn, “Mhmm! Pwease, Mama?”

“Of course, darlings” you cooed, before beginning to hum their favorite lullaby.

Lotor found himself lost in your singing—it almost lulled him to sleep as well. But your soothing voice had stopped before he fully drifted off. He looked down to find you succumbed to slumber yourself.

With a soft smile, he pressed his lips against your hair, inhaling your comforting scent.

I love you…

* * *

You awoke to the sensation of something tickling your neck. You tried to squirm away from whatever it was, but you found yourself locked into place.

By a pair of strong arms snaked around your waist and large hands pressed against your back.

And by a thigh wedged between your legs…

“Mmmn, Lotor?” you asked through your groggy haze.

“Yes, darling?” he continued to pepper your neck and jaw and cheek with kisses.

“Where are the children?”

He paused at that. “You think I would be so shameless as to make love to you in front of our children?” he purred, nipping your ear.

“I suppose you’re right,” you conceded with a grin, “but dear, I have a question.”

He pulled back to look down at you, his eyes silently urging you to ask whatever it was you needed to ask.

“Green, huh?”

His brow furrowed. Your words threw him off for one tick, before he realized exactly what you were talking about.

“Hm, yes.”

“Do you know what green means?” you smirked.

“Of course. I know my gardening, dear. I am, as you say, level 9000.”

You snorted, tucking your head underneath his chin as his own soft laugh rumbled through his chest and vibrated against you. You pulled back, a mirthful sigh escaping past your smiling lips.

And then your eyes met.

The raw emotion in his caught you off guard. You were usually able to read his moods, but this…this was different. This was deeper.

“My darling,” he started, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, “my moon, you have made my life rich with hope, and something else I never thought I would have in this lifetime; you have given me a family—a precious, beautiful family. You are my new beginning, and I have no doubt I will be with you until the end.”

Your throat tightened up and you felt the sting of tears touch your eyes.

“So yes, darling. Green it is,” he finished, his lips pulled back into a soft smile.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed.

“Lotor—”

“Thank you,” he cupped your face in both of his hands and leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead.

“Oh, you sap!” you let out a watery laugh, a few tears escaping down your cheeks.

Lotor moved his hand to brush them away with his thumb.

I love you…

You grasped his face in your own small hands and pulled him down so you could place soft, fluttering kisses against the glowing marks under his eyes, on his nose—his lips. Everywhere you could reach.

You pulled back after a few moments, “It was rather fitting of you to choose a green rose.”

“Of course. I thought we established—”

“No, I mean,” your eyes shifted to the side as your lips quivered from trying to hold back a smile, “for another reason.”

Lotor’s eyes narrowed, and you could almost hear the gears in his mind spinning.

It clicked.

Fertility.

“No,” the whispered word rushed from his lips. “Are you…you’re not…”

Your eyes flicked up to meet his.

Yes.

“Stars above…you’re pregnant.”

You nodded, letting the smile take over your face.

“When—”

“I found out this morning.”

Lotor sat up, running a hand over his face before turning to face you once more.

He was speechless.

You giggled and sat up to climb into his lap. You took his face in your hands and pressed your forehead to his, “Green it is,” you echoed his words from earlier.

He barked out a laugh before standing from the sofa with you in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his narrow waist as he spun you around.

“Green it is!” he exclaimed, a certain familiar glint coming into his eye.

Oh, you knew this one well.

It was the most alluring mix of affection and trust and heat all rolled into one.

And as he headed off in the direction of your bedroom, with you still in his arms—your eyes mirrored his exactly.

I love you…

Sometimes, words were not needed between the two of you. Sometimes, you just knew.

And this? His love for you? Yours for him? This, you would always know.

Without a doubt.

[sadienita]

Notes

Wonwoo x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

You eyed the clock, biting your lip, yeah, you really needed to get some sleep.

But maybe one more page.

You flipped the page to read a bit of the next chapter, the last for tonight, and a note fluttered out. Your curiosity abounded as you picked it up and read it.

This is specially dedicated to @gamerwoo because its that sweet bean’s birthday today! Love you Rocket and I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

The library was definitely one of your favourite places in town. You liked that it was quiet and relaxing. Cafes and coffee shops were nice but often got crowded and little more noisy. There was a serenity about the library, you could focus so much better there, and there was so much to learn who wouldn’t want to spend time there?

Okay, maybe you were a bit of a nerd, but it was always fun to to learn new things, especially when it was on your own terms. So you spent a large amount of your free time in the library. Some days you took out books and left but most you spent browsing the shelves to find something new to read, whether a gripping tale or a heart wrenching story you liked them all.

Today though, you were in the mood for mystery. You strolled down the aisle looking at book spines and pulling a few out, reading their back covers and choosing one that looking particularly chilling to take with you. You found one of your usual spots, a cozy chair big enough for you to change positions every so often and still be comfy, and plopped yourself down in it. You started into the story and quickly found yourself absorbed by the tale.

An hour flew by quickly and realizing it was starting to get dark outside, you pulled yourself out of the chair to check out the book and head home. The whole walk the story stayed on your mind so you settled on reading it as soon as you arrived home. As predicted you gobbled it up and found yourself wrestling with the phrase “one more chapter” hour after hour. The story was gripping but you did have plans the next day, so you figured you should probably head to bed soon. You eyed the clock, biting your lip, yeah, you really needed to get some sleep.

But maybe one more page.

You flipped the page to read a bit of the next chapter, the last for tonight, and a note fluttered out. Your curiosity abounded as you picked it up and read it.

Ah this story is so gripping isn't it? I almost finished it in one night. There's a few more in this series I know but I'm not sure what I'll read when I finish these, they're so good.

Any way, I hope you're enjoying this as much as I did.

You reread the note a few times before flipping it over and finding something else, a note in a different pen colour but the same hand writing with a book title and the author. You wondered if that was a book recommendation, or if it was where the mysterious library person had left another note.

Though you were itching to finish the book now, you knew you would regret that choice if you didn’t go to bed soon so you put the book down and got on with your nightly routine, thinking of the note he whole time. The following morning was similar, the note was still on your mind. Why was it left in that book? Did there person intend to keep checking that book to see if anyone took it out or responded? And of course who wrote it?

You searched the book for any responses but found none. So either no one had read it since the mysterious library person or no one cared too. You spent every spare moment that day reading, not only because the tale kept you hooked, but because you wanted to bring the book back with a note for them. You stayed up late again, knowing you would regret it the next day but not caring. You needed to finish it so you could head to the library the next day. At a horrible hour in the early morning you were finally able to put the book down, somewhat satisfied but itching to read the next one. You figured now was as good a moment as any to write your note.

I just finished and man was this good! I’m going to take out the others in the series as well as the other book you recommended! I don’t even know if you’ll check this book for a note but I hope you do.

You fell asleep pretty quickly after that and did indeed regret staying up so late the next morning. It still felt like it was worth it though since you really did want to finish that story and check the other books for notes. As soon as you had time you raced to the library and dropped the book in the return box and headed to look for the other books. You quickly found the other two in the series and took a little longer to locate the last one. It took all you had not to search all the books for notes the moment you sat down with them but you wanted to read and see where they might be in the stories. You managed to consume more than half of the second book in the time before you had to go home but you had yet to come across a note. You dragged yourself to the counter to check out the books.

“I know you read fast but that might be a new record for you, dear.” the kind, old librarian chuckled.

You blushed slightly, “Yeah it might.” You wondered if she knew about the notes, but didn’t ask. You did hurry home however and curled up, determined to finish the book that night and your efforts were rewarded. A note was tucked into the book just before the last chapter of the story.

I know you probably don’t want to read a note right now, not when the whole story is about to be resolved but I’m glad you’re reading it. I wonder if you read my other note, I hope so. I’m still trying to figure out what to read after the last book in this trilogy. Maybe more mystery, maybe fantasy, maybe scifi, I guess we’ll see.

I hope you’re having a good day.

You bit back the smile on your face reading the last line of the note. That was so sweet, it made you want to figure out the identity of mysterious library person that much more. You hurried to finish the last chapter, soaking in the ending for a moment before writing a response.

I need to sleep but now I just want to start the next book and see how the whole story ends. I just finished this one in a day and it’s way too early in the morning to start the next story.

If it helps I have no clue what to read after this other than your recommendation. Maybe you can recommend something else?

I am having a good day, definitely made better by your note. I hope you are too.

Once again you fell asleep pretty quickly, you were pretty tired staying up so late so much but you felt like it was worth it. The next day you had more free time so you devoured the third book, finding another note and again leaving a response. You also dropped by the library to drop the two finished books off and get a start on their recommendation. Just as you expected they had an impeccable taste in books. It took you a few days longer to finish it and you again left a new note with the one you found in the book, this time with a book recommendation of your own for the mysterious library person.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t rush to the library as soon as you could to see if any of your notes had been answered. You located the first book and flipped through it excitedly, finding a new piece of paper stuffed between the pages with the same handwriting as the old note.

I can’t believe anyone actually responded to my note, that’s really cool. I’m certainly glad I did check it, and the other too. I will say I’m also having a good day, and finding your note definitely put smile on my face. I hope you’ve had time to catch up on sleep and I hope you like the other book I recommended.

Am I a nerd for thinking this is really cool? Probably.

You nearly dropped your bag searching for a pen or pencil to respond with.

I just finished the other one and it was great! I left you a book recommendation there in case you want it. I think this is cool too but I’m definitely a nerd so maybe it’s nerdy. I don’t know if I’ll ever catch up on sleep but a good story is always worth it anyway.

I hope you come back and find this.

You wondered if you should leave a way to contact you but you felt too nervous at the thought. The rest of your library visit was spent looking for a new book to take home and read and looking back at the aisle, as if the person would appear for only second and you might miss it. You didn’t see anyone there so you left with a few books in your hands.

Over the next few weeks you kept checking back for new notes every few days, always delighted to find one and excited to respond. The more you shared the more you felt like this person was a real friend.

And you didn’t even know their name.

But you knew about their life, their taste in books, movies, and videos games, some of their favourite foods and a few other things that you’d left in notes for each other. Either way as you entered the library that day, almost a month after you’d gotten the first note you went about your normal routine, returning the books you’d taken out and then looking for a new note. You didn’t expect to see a very cute guy in glasses and soft looking knit sweater writing a note excitedly.

You nearly dropped your bag and fumbled to catch it, which caught his attention. He looked up at you blushing, but you were sure your face was a deeper shade of red.

“I-I, ah, I was-” He started to stutter.

“Your the mysterious library person?!”

His eyes lit up and a smile stretched across his face as he realized who you were. “You’re the one who found my note? The one I’ve been writing to?!”

You couldn’t help but notice how excited he looked, the way his nose crinkled from the smile on his face.

“I, I mean yeah. I just, I didn’t realize you’d be here. Not that I’m upset or anything, its just…”

“Yeah, I didn’t know if or when I’d meet you either.”

You nodded awkwardly, unsure what to say. You’d been leaving notes for this guy for a month but something about being in front of him was a little intimidating.

Maybe it was because he was so cute.

You started, and introduced yourself, realizing you still didn’t know his name.

“I’m Wonwoo.” he smiled. He took his latest note out of the book. “I guess I don’t need to leave notes there anymore. But I had some thoughts on the last book you recommended, if you wanna go get a coffee and discuss it?”

You couldn’t help the grin that crossed your face and the way your heart fluttered at the hopeful smile he was giving you.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

[bittykimmy13]

Lost and Found (GT) ~ Part 7

Co-written by the magical @little-miss-maggie <3

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Sylvia perked up and turned to Rodrick. “Hey, do you wanna see something amazing? You like plants so, maybe we can find some kind of nature show on TV.” A light went on in Jon’s great brown eyes. With a nod of agreement, he carefully stood, cradling Sylvia and Rodrick near his chest as an instinctive safeguard. Rodrick leaned away from the nearby pocket distrustfully, but he made no move to fly off. Jon scooped up the TV remote in his other hand as he passed the cabinet it sat upon. Rodrick leaned over curiously, watching as Jon pointed it like some magic staff toward the TV. He cringed when the glass screen crackled to life. Rapidfire words flew from the set. Jon changed the channel, passing a few more scenes until it stopped finally on a panning image of a serene waterfall. Water trickled audibly over jagged rocks. Rodrick stared, his little mouth agape with wonder.

“That’s more your speed,” Jon said, sitting down on the end of his bed. “What is it?” Rodrick stammered as a calm voice narrated the show. “Where is it?” Sylvia analyzed the sight of the broad leaves and twisting trunks, knowing the vegetation was unlike Rodrick had ever seen. It practically looked like another world. “Somewhere far away, probably,” she answered, grinning warmly at Rodrick’s curious delight. “That black box is a TV. It lets us see things from all over the world. Stuff we would never see otherwise. It’s a little brilliant.” “A little?” Rodrick glanced at her incredulously, but couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off the screen for longer than a second. “It’s a lot brilliant! Look at that! How can a tree even get that big? And with all those vines!” He shifted to his hands and knees, crawling close to the edge of Jon’s hand for a better look. “Maybe you’ll go there one day,” Jon said. He gently hooked a finger around Rodrick’s waist and tugged him back a safe distance from the edge of his hand. As Sylvia glanced up, she found a warm, triumphant smile on Jon’s face, and a similar one on Cliff’s face across the room before be busied himself checking on his arm. Quiet about it or not, they were both sharing a similar sense of victory now that Rodrick was no longer terrified. “I dunno,” Rodrick said, gazing steeply upward. “There’s nothing like that where I live.” “You’ve got wings,” Jon said. “You can’t be meant to stay in one place your whole life.” “I… I think it’s different for fairies than big humans like you,” Rodrick trailed off into a mumble, sounding embarrassed. Jon ducked a little lower to hear him. “Why’s that?” Rodrick pursed his lips and shrugged, glancing at Sylvia for help. “Hey, nobody’s gonna get mad at you for speaking your mind,” Sylvia told him. If Rodrick’s home was anything like her village, she completely understood why he was so hesitant about saying what we wanted to. “Well, um…” He hesitated, peering at Jon. “There’s too many humans. It’s… it’s not safe with them out there. I-I mean, I guess not all humans are so bad, but you’re just so big, and there’s lots of you. I didn’t think any humans could be so nice... ‘specially not hunters.” Jon’s face fell a bit. “Not everyone sees things the way Cliff and I do. I wish they did. I’m definitely not telling you to go and expose yourself. We want you to be safe. At least long enough that you get those wings in racing shape.” He grinned lightly, and then a little wider when Rodrick’s cheeks went pink with pride. “Just know that you little guys are a lot stronger than you think.” Gently, and with no small amount of caution, Jon gave Rodrick’s side a playful nudge with his thumb. Rodrick gave a small noise of surprise, but thankfully, he didn’t spiral back into fear. He scooted back and swiped at Jon’s thumb. “H-hey! My wings are already in racing shape!” he shifted to his knees and hovered a little above Jon’s palm to prove it. “Don’t go pushing your wings,” Sylvia advised, waving for him to sit back down. “But I feel okay!” Rodrick insisted, flitting side to side. She gave him an unwaveringly pointed look. “You really should rest.” Then he had an expression on his face that Sylvia was familiar with. Hazel, well-behaved as she normally was, had worn that look at times when she was younger--stubbornness with a touch of a mischievous smile. Sylvia narrowed her eyes at Rodrick, fighting a smile of her own. The moment her wings snapped open, Rodrick flew off and she scrambled against Jon’s palm to stand up. “Get back here!” she called, trying to have some semblance of authority in her voice--and failing miserably. The two of them were across the room before Jon could jump to his feet. Cliff didn’t have a hope to hear them coming, with headphones buried in his ears. It was only on a lucky glance that he saw Sylvia make a hasty dive around his front. He ducked his head in the nick of time, throwing a hand up toward his hair. Sylvia and Rodrick soared higher, leaving him behind. His voice was audible even over the buzz of wings. “Are we allowed to butt in, or is it just a fairy thing here?” Cliff asked Jon. Jon shook his head, arms folded over his chest. “Last thing he needs is a human catching him again.” Meanwhile, Rodrick was smiling breathlessly. He looked so brave, flying over the two hunters’ heads like the whole room belonged to him. He glanced over his shoulder and dodged around Sylvia as she came at him. He doubled back toward the middle of the room, his flight suddenly wavering. He pulled to a hover and glanced over his shoulder with a cringe. Sylvia came to a stop circled around him, giving him a once-over. “What’d I tell you? Does it hurt?” “It’s not that bad,” Rodrick insisted. She scoffed. “Sure it’s not. C’mere.” She beckoned him back over to Jon’s bed, and thankfully he didn’t respond by taking another lap around the room. The wince on his face told her he would have made it anyway. They perched on a pillow, and Sylvia moved up behind Rodrick. She expected him to flinch away and refuse to let her go near his wings, like last time. Although he stayed still, his wings twitched nervously. With as gentle a touch she could manage, she brushed her fingers along the thicker edge of his wings. They were smaller than hers, and already she had trouble keeping up with him. She couldn’t imagine how fast he would be when he grew up. “Does it hurt at the base?” she asked, cocking her head at him when he turned over his shoulder. “More along the veins,” he supplied, ducking his head onto his shoulder. As she murmured a soothing incantation, he wavered into a more relaxed posture. “It’s getting late,” Cliff muttered, watching from across the room. He rifled through his duffle bag, producing a clean handkerchief--or clean enough that the bloodstains nearly blended into the dark pattern. He ambled over, folding the cloth into a neat little square. “Hey,” he said softly as he approached the pillow. “You oughta get some sleep, kid. A few Z’s will probably fix up those aches for good.” He pulled open the nightstand drawer, setting the kerchief inside delicately. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Rodrick froze up when he spotted where his bed for the night was being set up. He glanced at Sylvia nervously, then at the drawer. “You’re… you’re not going to lock me in there, are you?” he asked. “Of course not,” Sylvia answered, agreeing that the drawer would be the safest place for him. At least they had a chance to make him feel secure while he slept. “It’ll stay open. But it also gives you some space for yourself. C’mon.” She stood on the pillow and offered a hand to Rodrick. With some reluctance, he followed her over to the drawer. She felt some sense of victory for that alone; an hour ago, she doubted he would have gone near anything that had the potential to trap him. The two of them landed on the kerchief within the drawer, and Sylvia knelt down to ensure it was soft enough. She was satisfied, but the lack of a blanket bothered her. “Wait here,” she said, flitting up. She flew past Cliff and around Jon to reach the other duffle bag, tugging on the opening on a small side pouch until she could fit inside. She had to duck all the way to the bottom, but she managed to retrieve the scrap of fabric she was looking for. It was patterned with plaid, thick enough for a fairy to use as a blanket. Normally, she used it to sleep at night, but she had a feeling Rodrick was in more need of its coziness. Landing back down in the drawer, she held out the fabric to him with a grin. “There you go. It used to be part of Jon’s shirt. It’s really warm and works great as a blanket.” Rodrick took it up in his hand, feeling the tight-knit flannel curiously. He rubbed his cheek against it tentatively and broke into a smile. “It’s really soft!” he admitted, sounding relieved. He draped it over his lap and nestled atop the handkerchief. Blue eyes flickered back to Sylvia rather shyly. After a moment, he threw himself into her arms, giving her a tight hug. “Thanks for saving me, Sylvia.” The words were mumbled sleepily into her shoulder. Sylvia sat there in shock for a moment before she wound her arms around Rodrick and held him tightly against her. She rested her check atop his head, drinking in the sensation of getting a hug from someone her own size. She didn’t truly realize how much she needed it until then, and she was in no hurry to let go when she thought about how it almost felt like hugging Hazel. “Saving people is what we do,” she answered, ruffling his hair. “Thanks for giving us a chance. You’re very brave.” She felt a sting of guilt suddenly, wishing they could have saved Rodrick’s aunt as well. But she kept her expression mild. The kid deserved whatever peace of mind he could get. Reluctantly, she stood up when he buried a yawn into his arm. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and scooted back, adjusting the blanket over his legs. “Goodnight,” he murmured, even glancing up to extend the word to Jon and Cliff. He looked smaller than ever as he curled up under the flannel, little wing tips peeking out from under the edge of the fabric. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he drifted off the moment he put his head down. Flitting up out of the drawer, she stopped at a hover between Jon and Cliff. She pouted teasingly at Jon. “Looks like I’m out of a blanket tonight. Jon folded his arms over his chest, a smirk growing on his face. “Guess you’re out of luck,” he said, seemingly impermeable to her doe eyes. His gaze softened when looked down at Rodrick. “Seems like a worthy cause, though,” he said softy, stepping closer to Sylvia. She nudged herself up against his hand, slightly relieved that she could now act the way she normally did with Jon and not have to worry that Rodrick would ask questions about their behavior. “It’d be nice if I had something else to keep me warm,” she said with a forlorn sigh. “I’m sure we can think of some arrangement,” Jon teased back, equal desire in his voice. Cliff pulled a face and shoved his earbud back in place, stalking off to indulge in his own bedtime routine. A few minutes later found the motel room very still, bathed in a comfortable darkness. Cliff was curled up facing the window, a stream of soft rock music floating over from his bed. Jon finally laid down after checking on Rodrick for the third time. “He reminds me of you,” he said to Sylvia in a quiet rumble of a voice. Sylvia stirred under his head to look at him blearily across the pillow. They held each other’s gaze as Jon lifted his thumb to trace a warm pattern up and down her arm. “Really? How?” “How well you took to all this--as hellfire crazy as hunting is. I don’t think it’s something you can teach. You’re just… born a fighter or you’re not.” He grinned, seeing that she was pleased. “Still weird,” she giggled. “Being praised for something that used to get me into trouble.” She snorted softly, deciding that those qualities still got her in plenty of trouble these days. “Like you said, we’re stronger than we think we are. May not be something that be taught, but it’s easier to be brave when you know someone’s got your back.” Sylvia glanced at the nightstand. Poor Rodrick had been through a lot, but with how well he was trucking through, she had a feeling he would be a force to be reckoned with when he was older. First they had to get him to his family. “He makes me think of Hazel,” she admitted in a softer voice. It was hard to be open about such things sometimes. She tried to avoid mentioning anything that would make Jon feel guilty, but this was hard to hold back. She smiled tightly. “Makes me miss her.” Indeed, the smile he sent back was now riddled with guilt, as if he had ripped her from her family and friends in a truly monstrous fashion. But they both knew it wasn’t simple as that. “She’s a cool kid,” he agreed softly. “Tough as nails under all those freckles.” They shared a soft laugh, but Jon’s tone soon became reverent. “You know… it’s not out of the question to head back toward Jersey sometime. If you wanted.” Sylvia’s heart gave a flutter at the thought. She was dying to see her family again, to know that they were moving on just fine without her. Unless they weren’t doing fine. The thought of it put her stomach in knots. “I meant what I told Rodrick, about them being safer without me there. If anyone else saw me…” She trailed off, preferring not to think of what could come of that. But still, the ache in her heart was too sharp. “If… we’re ever in the area, I wouldn’t say no,” she decided, pulling her arm out to wrap it around Jon’s thumb, fingers caressing his skin. “I told Hazel I wasn’t saying goodbye forever. I can’t break that promise.” “You won’t.” Jon gave his head a stern shake. “That’s just not gonna happen, Sylv.” There was a gentle finality in his words that was not to be argued with. His eyes slipped down to her hand upon his, seeming to note the dizzying size difference with a sleepy sort of awe. She shared the fascination with him. Her body fit perfectly under the curve of his hand, as if they had truly been made for each other. It was a comforting thought to drift off to. “Well have to keep our guard up tomorrow,” he said, nestling in comfortably. Falling still again, he closed his eyes. “If we find Rodrick’s family, odds are they’re gonna try to save you from the scary hunters, too.” She snorted. “Nice of them,” she murmured, looking upon Jon’s face with a warm smile before letting her eyes fall shut too.

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Filling in the blanks - Mystic Messenger Reader Insert Part 02

Tags: again A LOT of sexual tension & fluff  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Pairing: Zen x Reader / Zen x MC

Tagging: @katieuwu , @itishebihime-samaforyou

It was early in the afternoon on a Saturday, you still enjoyed the comfort and warmth of your bed. Unfortunately, your stomach made its presence felt and started to growl. But there was something else that made itself felt and disturbed your slumber. Slowly, very slowly it dawned you what the hard thing that decided to poke your back was. Your eyes flashed widely open. You gathered your thoughts. What had happened yesterday? Right, you weren’t alone.

Cautiously you turned in the embrace of the man next to you. His respiration was even, you took the chance to observe him closely. He had a satisfied smile on his lips. Beautiful white hair was framing his delicate and yet manly face. You distinctly felt the defined muscles of his chest through his black shirt. If it wouldn’t have been for his little or as you noted not so little friend, which was now poking your thighs, you would have believed that he was a divine being. Your stomach started to do flip-flops, you didn’t want to ruin this peaceful moment, which engraved itself deeply into your memories. But. You. Simply. Had. To. Touch. Him.

Gently you caressed his cheek, ran your fingers through his silky hair and settled on fondling him behind his ear. Your heart skipped a beat as his crimson eyes fluttered open and stared at you in a flash of shock. Where was he? A few seconds later, after you retreated your hand his gaze went soft.

“Thank you for the compliment,” you giggled and confused him greatly. What compliment? He knitted his brows. With flushed cheeks, you bit on your bottom lip and looked downside. Oh, ohoh? OH! That was what you meant. His face went nearly as red as his eyes.

“I, uh, oh, I’m sorry!” he stuttered and facepalmed. You laughed heartily as you stood up.

“Haha, don’t apologize for something like this. I mean, it’s only natural. You’re a healthy young man and I gladly take the compliment.” You grinned broadly at him, showing your teeth. Zen watched you through his finger, suddenly catching the view of your verrrrry short hotpants.

Oh god, you must be doing this on purpose. What a sweet torture you were. Maybe it’s for the best to stay a little longer under the blanket.

You opened your fridge and bent down to examine its contents closer. A few water bottles and beer cans, some sauces, a dubious yogurt, you couldn't remember when you bought it.

You tossed one of the water bottles over to Zen ”Uhm, you’re still free today?” He nodded and urgently swallowed some of the cold water. “My fridge is empty as it can get, but maybe you would like to grab something to eat with me. Maybe...,” you checked the watch,” linner?” and tilted your head innocently to the side.

“Sure. I’d love that,” Zen growled with his rough morning voice, which made your neck hair raise. Does he know how he makes you feel? You fanned some air with your hand to your face.

“But, uhm, I feel a bit sticky. So I’ll take a shower, ok?” you said.

“Uh, oh, mh,” since when was it this difficult to express himself with words. The imagination of you in the shower flashed before his eyes. No, he shouldn’t be here when you take a shower, “I’ll head home and take a quick shower too. I’ll be back in like forty minutes, okay?”

“Kol (Korean for deal),” you said and vanished with a smile to your bathroom.

As soon as Zen heard the water start, he did his best to dress as quickly as possible and leave your apartment. Or he could just ask if you would mind sharing the shower with him. For environmental reasons of course. No, that would be a bad idea. You haven’t even kissed. What if you would think he’s some kind of pervert. Well, you are, told him his inner beast. No, definitely he needed to leave.

Your heart pumped faster than after a marathon when you heard the faint click of your front door. What did you expect? Would it have been ok, if he had followed you to the bathroom? You didn’t lock it though. Wildly you scrubbed the shampoo into your hair, getting some of it in your eyes. “Whaaaaaaa,” you groaned in agony. What exactly were you thinking?

Like promised, you just had finished applying some makeup and drying your hair, you heard him knocking on your door.

“Come in, it’s open,” you yelled from behind your room divider, not sure which outfit to pick.

“You shouldn’t leave your door so carelessly open,” he said with a slightly bitter undertone.

“Nah, I only left it open, because I knew you were coming.” you had decided on a simple white blouse and buttoned it up.

“Still,” he protested. You took a peek and saw him wear his black leather jacket, greyish jeans and with a helmet under his arm. Given these circumstances, you also chose a pair of jeans for down below.

“Alright, let me get my keys and wallet and I’m all set. I see, you’ve got something in mind?” you said while binding your shoelaces.

“Yeah, I thought we could take a ride, grab something to eat at a convenience store near a park and have picknick.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” you patted his shoulder, stood up on tiptoes and gave him a peck on his cheek. Surprised by your all too casual behavior he blushed. But he could get used to such signs of affection. “What about the other side,” he joked brazenly and got another peck from you. He wouldn’t have hoped for seconds, but seemingly he was allowed to ask for this much of skinship. It made him extremely happy and he couldn’t help but grin like a doofus. Or was this your normal demeanor? You wouldn’t behave like this with just anyone, right? He didn’t know what exactly caused it, but he came to the conclusion that after yesterday he must be somewhat special for you.

“Are you coming or what?” you teased leaning on the doorframe of your entrance door. Secretly, it made you happy that simple actions like this made him happy.

It was a nice and warm but not too warm day in autumn. After buying a rather healthy take-out, consisting of a fresh salad with kimbab rolls and green tea you went to the park alongside the Hangang river. Riding on his motorcycle had its downsides, you were a bit afraid, you didn't trust something so fast without much safety measures. But there certainly was the upside of hugging Zen from behind and clinging to him so hard that you could feel his muscular body. It was a good thing he couldn't see your flushed face.

Once you had parked and found a nice place for your picnic blanket, it didn't take long until you noticed a group of women blandly staring at you both. Or more like shooting lovesick glances at Zen and virtually killing you with their gaze.

“Uhm, maybe we should go somewhere else,” you said and gestured in the direction of these hyenas.

“Oh don't mind them,” Zen answered.

“But I kinda do…,” you told him. Those hateful glares were really irritating.

Zen put his palm on the back of your hand. “Don't take it to heart, they can't help themselves. Who can resist my god given beauty?”

You rolled your eyes, as kind as Zen was, his narcissistic side was sometimes too much to take. Moreover, you had the hunch it was only a facade to cover deeper lying issues.

“They must be fans,” he went on and waved towards them. Luckily they were surprised by his actions and made no amends of coming closer. You didn't know why but suddenly you got a bad feeling in your guts, your jaw dropped. You simply had to ask:” Don't tell me you've ever slept with one of your fans?”

“I would never do that…,” Zen said and continued while avoiding your eyes “ again”.

Oh god, why couldn’t he lie just like any normal person? But he hated lying and hiding something from you felt terribly wrong. But the look you gave him, a mixture of shock and loathing let him feel extremely guilty. He needed to explain himself, ”Listen, it’s not like that…”.

You cut in, “I think I get it,” with a bitter undertone. Why was this date - was this even a date? - suddenly going downhill? Your heart stung, you clenched up. Why did it hurt? You tried to mentally calm yourself down. Zen was a friend, admittedly a very good looking friend, but it had nothing to do with you what he did in his past. It was silly of you to believe a man, who looked like him wouldn’t be a womanizer.  

Zen saw your sad eyes and nearly panicked. If he couldn’t clear this situation right here and now, he might not have had a chance with you ever again.

“No, you don’t,” he sputtered “I did some things in the past I’m not proud of. I guess, saying I was young and stupid sounds like a lame excuse, but I was. But I swear, I’m not like that!”

Desperately he leaned a bit closer and whispered with highly red cheeks “I, uh, I haven’t had sex in over two years.”

Dang, you felt cheap. Why were you prejudiced? True, you hated men, who played with women like toys. But you should have known better than this. Not once did Zen give rise to accuse him as a man slut. You sighed deeply, “I’m sorry, -uh, not for you not having you know what, well a bit, two years is a long time, but I mean, I’m sorry for overreacting and making you confess something like this. I won’t tell anybody.” Could it get any more embarrassing? Both of you had flushed cheeks, you fake coughed and looked away to gather your thoughts.

“Anyways, do you mind, if I do something to stop those irritating eyebeams from your so-called fans?” you asked quietly and stood up while patting nonexistent dust from your jeans.

“If you must,” the young actor answered, a bit nervous about what you would say to his alleged fans.

“But, uhm, could you close your eyes? I don’t want you to get the wrong idea…,” you ask shyly.

What would you do? You wouldn’t cause a scene? Would you? Only yesterday he had witnessed that you weren’t as composed as he thought you would be. However, he decided to trust you and closed his eyes diligently.  

Seconds later, he felt a warm presence in front of his face. Before he could guess what it was, you surprised him with your soft lips on his. Like an animal on all fourth, you had positioned yourself on the blanket to reach him. It was meant to be a short kiss, your personal way of apologizing. But as soon as Zen knew what was going on, he cupped your cheeks with his big hands and deepened the kiss. After a bit teasing and sucking on your lips, you opened them and let him in. He was a good kisser, he took his time to explore your mouth and to dance with your tongue. Only when you got dizzy and desperately needed some air you broke the kiss and opened your eyes. You could hear a soft moan from him. His flustered gaze, his taste, the little noises he made, they were intoxicating.

You had to dive back in for seconds. Your instincts kicked in, you nestled yourself against Zen, nearly pushed him flat down the ground. Kissing alone was all at once not enough. His soft whimpers and deep groans were too inviting. You showered his delicate neck with a mixture of bites and kisses. His hair smelled fresh from the Dove shampoo he used. You let your hand slide down his side, pulled his shirt up a little and went under the material. Naturally, your other hand began playing with the hem of his boxers, stopped at his belt.

“Honey,” he said in a hushed tone whilst gently gripping your arm and halting you.

Your eyes went wide. Shit! Shitty shit shit Mc Shittens! What exactly were you about to do, in a public park? You had been too deep in the zone.

“Honey, your phone is ringing for a while now, ”he said still out of breath.

Quickly you sat up straight and put your phone to your ear.

“Yes, hello, who’s there?” In haste, you hadn’t looked at the caller's number.

“MC, are you occupied? I could call you later if you’re busy,” said a dark and calm voice.

“Ah, Jumin, it’s you.” You turned away from Zen, but not without seeing him flinch as he heard Jumin’s name. “No, it’s alright, to what do I owe the honor of this call?”

“Are you sure, you’re ok?” he asked a bit worried.

“It’s ok, I’m ok - I went to a park and the scenery was so beautiful, I nearly forgot the time. I didn’t even hear the phone ringing.”

“I could send Driver Kim to…”

“No, I assure you, I’m fine. But thank you for your concerns. So what did you want to talk to me about?” you said and brushed a strand of hair behind your ears

“Have you thought about the job offer I made you yesterday? I know it’s a bit sudden, but my father decided to take most of the people of the legal department with him on a business trip and we’re a bit short. Would you mind starting tomorrow?”

“Jumin, you know that tomorrow is Sunday, right?”

“Yes, I’m quite aware. But I would like Jaehee to show you around and explain you a few things before Monday. Working this Sunday is an exemption. I promise.” Poor Jaehee you thought to yourself, she will be less than thrilled having to work on the weekend.

“Then I gladly take your offer. But what about my application documents? Should I bring them with me?”

“No need. Luciel already told me what I need to know. You’re more than qualified and C&R will be lucky to have you,” he said unfazed. Huh? 707 must have hacked you after you met all of the RFA members and he wasn’t blocked by Ray anymore. You weren’t sure if you liked this invasion in your privacy but in the end, there was nothing you could do. You can’t pick up water once it’s spilled.

“Alright, when and where should I meet you tomorrow? In business attire I assume?”

“Is there another? I’ll send Driver Kim to pick you up at eight in the morning.”

“Do you need my address?”

“No. Luciel, …” he started, but you interrupted.

“I see. Then I guess I see you tomorrow Jumin. Or do you want me to call you Mr. Han?”

“Please don’t. Mr. Han is my father. See you tomorrow.”

“Goodbye Jumin,” you said and finally ended the call. As you turned back, you saw a slightly sulking Zen.

“Beautiful scenery… I sure am,” he smirked and made you flush. Right, if you remembered correctly, you were in the middle of something. You gazed over Zen’s shoulder into the distance. At least, your plan had worked. No sight of the hyenas from before. You sighed and folded your hands in your lap.

“So what did this jerk want? Aigoo, he certainly knows how to ruin a moment. He and his cat. Only thinking about him makes my nose itch. He’s meeting you tomorrow?” Zen growled.

“Yes, I took his work offer and apparently Jaehee has to break me in on her free Sunday. She won’t like this news, haha. But can you believe it? Not once he had mentioned Elizabeth the third,” you said.

“He’s such a slave driver,” He hissed and you both had to chuckle. For a long moment, you both stared at each other. You could see a mixture of want, need, but also embarrassment and insecurity in his face. He really was wearing his feelings on his sleeve. With such a variety of visible emotions, it must have been forgone for Zen to become an actor.

“You’re quite something,” he joked and broke the silence. But then his mien went serious. “Mind if I ask you something?”

You shook your head. “Not at all, ask away.”

“What are we? I mean you and me. What is this?” He pointed from him to you and back a few times.

“Hm, I wonder?” You teased him. “No, kidding aside, that’s not easy to answer.” You literally saw his heart sinking. Therefore, you scooted closer, took one of his big hands between your palms and caressed it. “You know, my irrational side is obviously attracted to you. I’m this close from pinning you down on the ground and getting rid of all your clothes, no matter where we are and who could see us.” Zen gulped and blushed to the roots of his hair. “But,” you went on with another sigh “But, my rational side tells me, if I want to make this work, I have to get to know you better. I don’t want to risk complicating things with the other RFA members if it turns out that we don’t fit together. I don’t want to lose you as a friend. And I don’t want you to break my heart.”

“I would never…,” he said. You placed his hand on your chest over your heart. You were sure he felt your quick heartbeat.

“I’m sure you’re not intending to. But there are so many circumstances, which are beyond of our control and can lead to a broken heart nevertheless,” you smiled sadly.

“I understand,” he placed one of your hands on his chest likewise. His body warmth and fast heartbeat descended to your fingers.

“Hyun, I would like to get to know you better if that’s ok with you?” you asked.

“I also would like to get to know you better,” he smiled back.

You kissed him on his lips, then his cheek and then straight under his ear on his neck.

“Darn it, it’s really hard for me not to lose my control with you and to give in to my irrational side,” you whispered, indulging yourself with his sent. The gorgeous white-haired actor hugged you and placed his chin on your shoulder. “I know exactly what you mean. I call my irrational self ‘the inner beast’.”

You giggled “That’s a well-fitting euphemism, mind if I use it?” 

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Notes: Not edited, contact me if you find some errors ! Still no smut, but I didn’t want to rush this couple and I promise, we get there in part 03

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no thats no way for him has he no manners nor no refinement nor no nothing in his nature slapping us behind like that on my bottom because I didnt call him Hugh the ignoramus that doesnt know poetry from a cabbage thats what you get for not keeping them in their proper place pulling off his shoes and trousers there on the chair before me so barefaced without even asking permission and standing out that vulgar way in the half of a shirt they wear to be admired like a priest or a butcher or those old hypocrites in the time of Julius Caesar of course hes right enough in his way to pass the time as a joke sure you might as well be in bed with what with a lion God Im sure hed have something better to say for himself an old Lion would O well I suppose its because they were so plump and tempting in my short petticoat he couldnt resist they excite myself sometimes its well for men all the amount of pleasure they get off a womans body were so round and white for them always I wished I was one myself for a change just to try with that thing they have swelling up on you so hard and at the same time so soft when you touch it my uncle John has a thing long I heard those cornerboys saying passing the comer of Marrowbone lane my aunt Mary has a thing hairy because it was dark and they knew a girl was passing it didnt make me blush why should it either its only nature and he puts his thing long into my aunt Marys hairy etcetera and turns out to be you put the handle in a sweepingbrush men again all over they can pick and choose what they please a married woman or a fast widow or a girl for their different tastes like those houses round behind Irish street no but were to be always chained up theyre not going to be chaining me up no damn fear once I start I tell you for their stupid husbands jealousy why cant we all remain friends over it instead of quarrelling her husband found it out what they did together well naturally and if he did can he undo it hes coronado anyway whatever he does and then he going to the other mad extreme about the wife in Fair Tyrants of course the man never even casts a 2nd thought on the husband or wife either its the woman he wants and he gets her what else were we given all those desires for Id like to know I cant help it if Im young still can I its a wonder Im not an old shrivelled hag before my time living with him so cold never embracing me except sometimes when hes asleep the wrong end of me not knowing I suppose who he has any man thatd kiss a womans bottom Id throw my hat at him after that hed kiss anything unnatural where we havent I atom of any kind of expression in us all of us the same 2 lumps of lard before ever Id do that to a man pfooh the dirty brutes the mere thought is enough I kiss the feet of you senorita theres some sense in that didnt he kiss our halldoor yes he did what a madman nobody understands his cracked ideas but me still of course a woman wants to be embraced 20 times a day almost to make her look young no matter by who so long as to be in love or loved by somebody if the fellow you want isnt there sometimes by the Lord God I was thinking would I go around by the quays there some dark evening where nobodyd know me and pick up a sailor off the sea thatd be hot on for it and not care a pin whose I was only do it off up in a gate somewhere or one of those wildlooking gipsies in Rathfarnham had their camp pitched near the Bloomfield laundry to try and steal our things if they could I only sent mine there a few times for the name model laundry sending me back over and over some old ones odd stockings that blackguardlooking fellow with the fine eyes peeling a switch attack me in the dark and ride me up against the wall without a word or a murderer anybody what they do themselves the fine gentlemen in their silk hats that K C lives up somewhere this way coming out of Hardwicke lane the night he gave us the fish supper on account of winning over the boxing match of course it was for me he gave it I knew him by his gaiters and the walk and when I turned round a minute after just to see there was a woman after coming out of it too some filthy prostitute then he goes home to his wife after that only I suppose the half of those sailors are rotten again with disease O move over your big carcass out of that for the love of Mike listen to him the winds that waft my sighs to thee so well he may sleep and sigh the great Suggester Don Poldo de la Flora if he knew how he came out on the cards this morning hed have something to sigh for a dark man in some perplexity between 2 7s too in prison for Lord knows what he does that I dont know and Im to be slooching around down in the kitchen to get his lordship his breakfast while hes rolled up like a mummy will I indeed did you ever see me running Id just like to see myself at it show them attention and they treat you like dirt I dont care what anybody says itd be much better for the world to be governed by the women in it you wouldnt see women going and killing one another and slaughtering when do you ever see women rolling around drunk like they do or gambling every penny they have and losing it on horses yes because a woman whatever she does she knows where to stop sure they wouldnt be in the world at all only for us they dont know what it is to be a woman and a mother how could they where would they all of them be if they hadnt all a mother to look after them what I never had thats why I suppose hes running wild now out at night away from his books and studies and not living at home on account of the usual rowy house I suppose well its a poor case that those that have a fine son like that theyre not satisfied and I none was he not able to make one it wasnt my fault we came together when I was watching the two dogs up in her behind in the middle of the naked street that disheartened me altogether I suppose I oughtnt to have buried him in that little woolly jacket I knitted crying as I was but give it to some poor child but I knew well Id never have another our 1st death too it was we were never the same since O Im not going to think myself into the glooms about that any more I wonder why he wouldnt stay the night I felt all the time it was somebody strange he brought in instead of roving around the city meeting God knows who nightwalkers and pickpockets his poor mother wouldnt like that if she was alive ruining himself for life perhaps still its a lovely hour so silent I used to love coming home after dances the air of the night they have friends they can talk to weve none either he wants what he wont get or its some woman ready to stick her knife in you I hate that in women no wonder they treat us the way they do we are a dreadful lot of bitches I suppose its all the troubles we have makes us so snappy Im not like that he could easy have slept in there on the sofa in the other room I suppose he was as shy as a boy he being so young hardly 20 of me in the next room hed have heard me on the chamber arrah what harm Dedalus I wonder its like those names in Gibraltar Delapaz Delagracia they had the devils queer names there father Vilaplana of Santa Maria that gave me the rosary Rosales y OReilly in the Calle las Siete Revueltas and Pisimbo and Mrs Opisso in Governor street O what a name Id go and drown myself in the first river if I had a name like her O my and all the bits of streets Paradise ramp and Bedlam ramp and Rodgers ramp and Crutchetts ramp and the devils gap steps well small blame to me if I am a harumscarum I know I am a bit I declare to God I dont feel a day older than then I wonder could I get my tongue round any of the Spanish como esta usted muy bien gracias y usted see I havent forgotten it all I thought I had only for the grammar a noun is the name of any person place or thing pity I never tried to read that novel cantankerous Mrs Rubio lent me by Valera with the questions in it all upside down the two ways I always knew wed go away in the end I can tell him the Spanish and he tell me the Italian then hell see Im not so ignorant what a pity he didnt stay Im sure the poor fellow was dead tired and wanted a good sleep badly I could have brought him in his breakfast in bed with a bit of toast so long as I didnt do it on the knife for bad luck or if the woman was going her rounds with the watercress and something nice and tasty there are a few olives in the kitchen he might like I never could bear the look of them in Abrines I could do the criada the room looks all right since I changed it the other way you see something was telling me all the time Id have to introduce myself not knowing me from Adam very funny wouldnt it Im his wife or pretend we were in Spain with him half awake without a Gods notion where he is dos huevos estrellados senor Lord the cracked things come into my head sometimes itd be great fun supposing he stayed with us why not theres the room upstairs empty and Millys bed in the back room he could do his writing and studies at the table in there for all the scribbling he does at it and if he wants to read in bed in the morning like me as hes making the breakfast for I he can make it for 2 Im sure Im not going to take in lodgers off the street for him if he takes a gesabo of a house like this Id love to have a long talk with an intelligent welleducated person Id have to get a nice pair of red slippers like those Turks with the fez used to sell or yellow and a nice semitransparent morning gown that I badly want or a peachblossom dressing jacket like the one long ago in Walpoles only 8/6 or 18/6 111 just give him one more chance 111 get up early in the morning Im sick of Cohens old bed in any case I might go over to the markets to see all the vegetables and cabbages and tomatoes and carrots and all kinds of splendid fruits all coming in lovely and fresh who knows whod be the 1st man Id meet theyre out looking for it in the morning Mamy Dillon used to say they are and the night too that was her massgoing Id love a big juicy pear now to melt in your mouth like when I used to be in the longing way then 111 throw him up his eggs and tea in the moustachecup she gave him to make his mouth bigger I suppose hed like my nice cream too I know what 111 do 111 go about rather gay not too much singing a bit now and then mi fa pieta Masetto then 111 start dressing myself to go out presto non son piu forte 111 put on my best shift and drawers let him have a good eyeful out of that to make his micky stand for him 111 let him know if thats what he wanted that his wife is I s 1 o fucked yes and damn well fucked too up to my neck nearly not by him 5 or 6 times handrunning theres the mark of his spunk on the clean sheet I wouldnt bother to even iron it out that ought to satisfy him if you dont believe me feel my belly unless I made him stand there and put him into me Ive a mind to tell him every scrap and make him do it out in front of me serve him right its all his own fault if I am an adulteress as the thing in the gallery said O much about it if thats all the harm ever we did in this vale of tears God knows its not much doesnt everybody only they hide it I suppose thats what a woman is supposed to be there for or He wouldnt have made us the way He did so attractive to men then if he wants to kiss my bottom 111 drag open my drawers and bulge it right out in his face as large as life he can stick his tongue 7 miles up my hole as hes there my brown part then 111 tell him I want LI or perhaps 30/ — 111 tell him I want to buy underclothes then if he gives me that well he wont be too bad I dont want to soak it all out of him like other women do I could often have written out a fine cheque for myself and write his name on it for a couple of pounds a few times he forgot to lock it up besides he wont spend it 111 let him do it off on me behind provided he doesnt smear all my good drawers O I suppose that cant be helped 111 do the indifferent 1 or 2 questions 111 know by the answers when hes like that he cant keep a thing back I know every turn in him 111 tighten my bottom well and let out a few smutty words smellrump or lick my shit or the first mad thing comes into my head then 111 suggest about yes O wait now sonny my turn is coming 111 be quite gay and friendly over it O but I was forgetting this bloody pest of a thing pfooh you wouldnt know which to laugh or cry were such a mixture of plum and apple no 111 have to wear the old things so much the better itll be more pointed hell never know whether he did it or not there thats good enough for you any old thing at all then 111 wipe him off me just like a business his omission then 111 go out 111 have him eying up at the ceiling where is she gone now make him want me thats the only way a quarter after what an unearthly hour I suppose theyre just getting up in China now combing out their pigtails for the day well soon have the nuns ringing the angelus theyve nobody coming in to spoil their sleep except an odd priest or two for his night office or the alarmclock next door at cockshout clattering the brains out of itself let me see if I can doze off 1 2 3 4 5 what kind of flowers are those they invented like the stars the wallpaper in Lombard street was much nicer the apron he gave me was like that something only I only wore it twice better lower this lamp and try again so as I can get up early 111 go to Lambes there beside Findlaters and get them to send us some flowers to put about the place in case he brings him home tomorrow today I mean no no Fridays an unlucky day first I want to do the place up someway the dust grows in it I think while Im asleep then we can have music and cigarettes I can accompany him first I must clean the keys of the piano with milk whatll I wear shall I wear a white rose or those fairy cakes in Liptons I love the smell of a rich big shop at 7 l/2d a lb or the other ones with the cherries in them and the pinky sugar 1 Id a couple of lbs of those a nice plant for the middle of the table Id get that cheaper in wait wheres this I saw them not long ago I love flowers Id love to have the whole place swimming in roses God of heaven theres nothing like nature the wild mountains then the sea and the waves rushing then the beautiful country with the fields of oats and wheat and all kinds of things and all the fine cattle going about that would do your heart good to see rivers and lakes and flowers all sorts of shapes and smells and colours springing up even out of the ditches primroses and violets nature it is as for them saying theres no God I wouldnt give a snap of my two fingers for all their learning why dont they go and create something I often asked him atheists or whatever they call themselves go and wash the cobbles off themselves first then they go howling for the priest and they dying and why why because theyre afraid of hell on account of their bad conscience ah yes I know them well who was the first person in the universe before there was anybody that made it all who ah that they dont know neither do I so there you are they might as well try to stop the sun from rising tomorrow the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the day I got him to propose to me yes first I gave him the bit of seedcake out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now yes 16 years ago my God after that long kiss I near lost my breath yes he said I was a flower of the mountain yes so we are flowers all a womans body yes that was one true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today yes that was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.