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808airsoftbros · 1 year

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Hospital Love (Karina)

Author: Another classic oneshot from my old oneshot book. Hope you all like it! Also, be sure to check out my Masterlist for more fics :)

Y/N's POV

Hey, so you probably are wondering who the hell I am… my name is Kim Y/N and I am a patient here at Korean Mental Institution and I've been here for quite a while. For what? You are probably asking. I was subjected to parental abuse and basically suffered for my entire life leading me to become insane and because of that the authorities sent me here.

So far the the doctors here are completely useless as f*ck, they treat me terribly and force me to do impossible activities and I usually get in alot of trouble because I was so uncooperative. That's what bring me to the point where I don't trust anybody. Until she came…

Flashback

Just great, another doctor has quitted on me, tsk. How typical. How the hell did they even become doctors in the first place if there so incompetent and ruthless?

Knocking

I hear the door knocking and I see a women who is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my miserable life. She sits down on the rolling chair and rolls toward me.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly to the doctor.

"Why, I'm here to help you, Mr. Kim." She answered in a friendly tone and I just scoff.

"That's what they all say and what happens is that they just abandon me." I responded.

"Well I am not doing that. That's for certain. My name is Doctor Min or you can call me Karina if you like." She introduces herself and she raises her hand.

I didn't move or do anything because I didn't trust her one bit. But she gives me the brightest smile and I don't know why but I just returned the handshake but I did it hesitantly.

"Now look, I don't like the doctors here either. There mean and irresponsible for their patients and I figured since they can't do their job, I could help you." Karina said in a serious tone which I find surprising. Nobody has ever said to me.

"How do I know you'll keep your promise?" I asked her.

"No matter how it hard it may seem, I'll always stick with you until you are cured." Karina responded with sincere in her voice.

"You promise?" I asked nervously and she nods.

End of Flashback

Yep, that's how I met my new doctor Karina who surprisingly happened to be one of the most nicest and kindest person I have ever met in my life.

Knocking

I hear the door open revealing to be Karina and I smiled and she smiled back.

"I see your in a happy mood today, Y/N." Karina comments and I blush and she giggles in response.

"How are you feeling today?" She asked me and I responded that I was fine thanks to her.

"Oh, that's good to hear!" Karina responds and she writes it down in her notes.

After she was done I do her therapy treatment she told me that my health is looking better based on her notes which I am very happy to hear. But the question is…

"What do I do when I get out of here?"

"Where do I go?"

I pretty much have nothing besides her so I am lost. I sigh confused on what happens to me after I get out of this hellhole.

"Is something wrong, Y/N?" Karina asks me in a soft voice and I snapped back into reality.

"Karina, what do I do when I get out of here?" I asked her curiously which leaves her to think about it before responding.

"Do you have any place you can stay?" Karina asks me and I shake my head.

"How about you live with me?" Karina suggests leaving me dumbfounded and not believing a single word she just said.

"W-Wait, what?!" I asked her in response and she giggled.

"Well to be honest, your kinda cute." She responded and pinched my cheek leaving me blushing hard and I can't even respond right now!

"So what do you think~?" Karina asks me and I sigh since I don't really have a choice.

"Okay, I'll live with you." I responded and Karina smiled brightly.

TIMESKIP

After going through final examinations on my health I was finally discharged from that joke of a hospital and Karina helped pack my things after were done we arrive to her car and put all my luggage in the trunk.

"Ready?" Karina asks me and I nod.

I enter the passenger seat and we drive off .

10 Minutes of Driving Later…

Finally we arrive to her house and it was just a single story house, nothing too fancy but it was nice. I unpack my things from the trunk and we entered her house. The living room was cleaned and the house was neat and tidy.

"You like it?" She asks me and I nod.

"Come, follow me." She instructed me and she takes me arm so I follow her to what appears to be the masters bedroom. "What are we doing here?" I asked her curiously and she smirked at me.

"Why this can be our room, IF you be my boyfriend." Karina responded to me and my eyes widen.

"What do you mean?" I asked her nervously.

"Y/N, you've been through enough and I want you to live a normal life with me." She explained to me and I look down thinking about it. She is beautiful and I consider her my angel since she is always there for me when no one was.

"I guess I have no other choice." I thought to myself.

I smile and responded "Okay, I'll be your boyfriend." and she squealed and hugged me tightly.

TIMESKIP

It was nighttime and me and her were cuddling in bed watching Netflix and after a few episodes of K-Drama shows we turned it off and went to bed.

"Hey, babe~." She called me in a seductive tone.

"Yes?" I responded.

"I'm not tired yet~." Karina said to me in a seductive tone which sends shivers down my spine.

"W-What do you want me to do about it?" I asked nervously while looking at her smirking at me.

She didn't say anything to me instead she just pin me to the bed and get on top of me and I shivered in fear.

"You'll see…" She responds to me.

#kpop #kpop idol #kpop gg #bxg #aespa #aespa yoo jimin #aespa karina #karina x reader #x male reader #hospital #doctors #romance #kpop oneshots

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dottieisdotting · 2 months

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hii me again i was wondering if u could do a smut for chishiya amd reader where they have a slight age gap (3 years) and reader is in med school and is friends with kuina and kuina introduces chishiya to reader which he helps her w her sch work and ykyk and their friendship escalates to something more i hope u get the idea thank youu

Work colleagues - Chishiya Shuntaro

requested?: yes

pairing(s):Chishiya Shuntaro x afab!reader

Genre:Smut (MDNI)

warning(s):colleagues to lovers age-gap (3 years), office fucking, praise, begging (only slightly) ,sort of sloppy eating out and head, Possessive Chishiya, Chishiya calls reader sweetheart a couple times, cream pie, no protection(wrap before you tap), oral (m&f) breast play, body worship. a lot of kissing and hand holding, TALKING YOU THROUGH IT (sort of)

Summary: Kuina introduces you to Chishiya who often helps you with course work

word count: 2783

a/n: another request! I'm so sorry i've had terrible writers block and i am trying to write some of my own things (look out for that) but keep requesting and i'll try to write them for you!!i. hope you all enjoy. You are welcome to like,reblog and comment on my posts too xoxo. Hope you all have a good morning,day,evening or night Mwah!

You were a nurse in training at med school and you often struggled with your course work so Kuina, your best friend, offered to introduce you to one of her friends from the borderlands. Chishiya Shuntaro is often known as the black cat around the wards. Of course you knew who he was, everyone knew who he was.

You often saw him when he was doing his rounds as he passed the break room where you constantly were doing your work and stressing as you didn't understand.

Kuina had dragged you out on your rest day to meet Chishiya for a day out. To much of your dismay you were sitting with Kuina across from Chishiya as he took a sip of his coffee.

“So you're going to help me with my work?” You ask him and he hums and nods. Kuina claps her hands a little and smiles brightly. She grabs your arm and squeezes carefully. She winks subtly at you and you nudge her telling her to lay off with the whole colleagues to lovers thing. She‘d taken up reading since she’d gotten back from the borderlands and it was driving you up the walls, mad with all the little tropes but you'd be lying if you said that they didn't intrigue you.

You sat and talked a little bit longer,Chishiya bidding you a farewell when you checked the time and realised you had a 12 hour shift the next day so you slightly panicked as he sat and smirked as you drink the rest of your drink and bid very quick farewells as you left the cafe.

You get to your apartment,stressed but also relieved? You had someone to help you with your coursework but Chishiya, was he the right person to help you, you were contemplating yourself and it was difficult

Well , another work day rolls around and yet again you are stuck with coursework, luckily Chishiya was here to help this time and you were slowly understanding it for once and it amazed you somehow. You had finished your coursework in time and thanked Chishiya tremendously, he just brushed it off and went back on to his rounds leaving you all alone in the staff break zone.

He had a certain effect on you, you couldn't point out what it was and it was quite frankly pissing you off so you seeked help from your best friend Kuina. You called her and explained the best you could on your 10 minutes left on your break and she didn't help one bit, you could have strangled her if she was there right now with you.

You sit and grovel until it was rounds time, you spend about an hour checking up on all your patients and seeing how they were doing. You felt good afterwards which was great until someone bumped into you,almost spilling coffee on your scrubs you scowl and look at who it was. Oh ! fantastic it was Chishiya, you were annoying,he had ruined your good mood.

“Could you watch where you are going next time! God, everyone gets in my way.” you grumbled to mainly yourself but Chishiya heard it and his eyes followed you as you walked away. He wanted to go to you and apologise but who was he kidding, his ego was far too high for that so he let you grovel by yourself down the corridor.

Finally it was time to leave your shift. It was over.it was possibly one of the most pisstaking days in your very short career so far. On one hand you had finished your coursework,thanks to Chishiya but you also could have killed him for dampening your day by nearly spilling shit hospital coffee on you.

But time went on and you grew closer to him with a lot of reassurance from Kuina that is. A lot of shitty coffee breaks and study sessions you saw a side of him no one other than his patients saw, his caring side and it shocked you at first that he was able to feel like that but now you subtly make jokes out of it and he 100% knows but ignores your digs.

Chishiya often got pissed off when he had to explain over and over to the point where it had become a thing that if he had to explain more than 3 times he wouldn't help the rest of the session and that stressed you out to listen and understand more clearly.

Now that had only happened a couple of times, but you got there eventually. So now you were in Chishiya’s office waiting for him to finish on the phone because he promised to get you your lunch for finishing your work early. You were buzzing because you were practically getting free food.

”C’mon, hurry. I'm hungry y’know. Chishiyaaa” you whine in a singsong voice as you extend the last syllable of his name, he looks up at you,annoyed, his feline-like eyes slanted. He presses his finger to his lips,signalling to you to shut up. The call he was on was very important and so you apologised.

Soon after he finishes the call he stands up and starts walking out of the office,calling your name for you to follow him ”hurry up if you want food, brat” he uttered sharply as your eyes slightly widened and you quickly followed, ushering a quick ”sorry, coming” as you rush out of his office to him.

After your food and brief talk with Chishiya, he could be real boring at times, you went back to your ward and back to your patients and dotted around till the end of your shift, which you wished upon to come quicker every 30 minutes. The clock hands showed 11 o’clock, which meant clock out time and you were buzzing but also shattered. ”wow, finally home time” you mumble to yourself before bumping into, once again a busy Chishiya.

You swore to the gods above this man could never rest, not even after the borderlands could this man rest and you felt awfully sorry with the weight he had to carry on his shoulders being a paediatric cardiovascular surgeon, it was tough, you certainly couldn't handle the stress, you were crumbling being a geriatric nurse and working with sick elderly patients on the ward.

”oh, I'm sorry Chishiya, I didn't mean to bump into you” you apologise and for once he didn't mutter under his breath and rush off he stood and talked to you, that was a little shock, horror, gasp moment for you. Maybe he is warming up to me you thought but quickly shrugged it off when he opened his mouth to say ”It's okay, my fault.”

you swore you could have nearly choked on your saliva when he said it was his fault, the Chishiya who is also innocent and does nothing wrong because he's too pure, too pure your arse but you took it as a huge win and getting closer to him was a good thing. A thing that Kuina wanted to happen,right? Well you damn hope it was what she wanted ‘cause it was happening if she liked it or not.

Anyways you chat for a little while before you clock out and head home

Another working day rolls around and it's a slow one. You hated slow days so you track down Chishiya and go to his office, thank goodness he was on his lunch break so you could annoy him as he answered emails on his computer. You sat on the chair on the other side of his desk and rested your head on it. He would peak at you from time to time and you would make “subtle” cat jokes here and there. You got bored pretty easily and Chishiya seemed quite restless.

”---, c’mere” he speaks in an authoritative tone as you stand up and walk around his desk ”i'm tired, sit here and write these emails for me, i'll tell you what to write, don't worry” Chishiya practically declared. You look around and expect him to move from his seat so you could sit but he grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto his lap. Of course you gasped, you didn't expect it and it was all so sudden from Chishiya. You'd never expect him to randomly do things to fluster you so damn quickly.

You sit on his lap, back straight as he speaks and you copy down what to write without trying not to get distracted by the growing fire in your lower belly called arousal or Chishiya’s hands and semi-hard cock against your plump arse. As you type, you move your hips, getting comfortable and in the headspace of concentration but as you move you hear Chishiya’s little mewls to stop moving as you felt his cock harden more which brought you right out of your headspace and your knickers to become sticky and wet with your uncontrollable arousal and attraction to Chishiya Shuntaro.

“Please” you slightly beg, whining. He doesn't say anything but his hands tighten their grip. He tsks and whispers ”Keep that up sweetheart and I'll leave you high and dry. Now can you get on your knees for me?” he asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, you didn't even know chishiya was capable of that tone but you got on your knees anyways, waiting on further instructions

”Can you suck my cock, sweetie?” you gulp slightly but nod, hands going to his hospital scrubs and pulling down his pants revealing he boxers with a hard cock confined. You look up to him with puppy eyes as you pull down his boxers, his cock hard and red tip dripping with pre-cum. Your mouth was almost salivating at how good it looked.

Chishiya gulped and guided your head to his cock, your mouth already open and ready for him. He taps the leaking tip on your plump bottom lip before you take him down your throat slowly and carefully. Your eyes flutter closed as they water slightly. You gag and Chishiya groaned, feeling your throat contract around his cock,fighting the urge just to buck his hips and fuck your little, pretty mouth.

Soon enough you start to bob your head, up and down his cock, saliva everywhere. You lick the vein running along the underside of it before pressing a soft kiss to his tip,making him hiss and buck his hips.

Your hand wraps around him as you focus on the tip, kissing, sucking and licking it,bringing him closer and closer to euphoria. He wasn't quiet either, you liked it too,encouraging him to be as loud as possible as you once again deepthroated him without a warning and he whimpers as his hands go to your head,his eyes screwed shut as you felt his hips buck and roll into your throat, his cum goes down your throat in thick ropes and you make sure to suck him till he was over and through with his orgasm.

You pull off his cock with an audible pop as you stand up, smiling as you see Chishiya spent, chest heaving and sweat on his forehead, you lean forwards and kiss him softly, before pulling away. He regains his breath properly and stands up, pushing you to the chair to rid you of your scrubs. He sees your pretty lacy white panties with a bow and it has no mercy showing your obvious arousal.

Chishiya leans forward and kisses your clothed cunt once before he takes off your panties, lifting your legs over the arms rests of his chair, leaving your pussy bare and leaking, your hole clenching around nothing. Chishiya looks at you like you were an angel ”so pretty, hm? For me to taste” you whine in response as he dove right in, licking a fat stripe from your sopping hole to your clit, sucking it for good measure before repeating his actions.

You moan out and look down at him, god he looked so good between your thighs, eating you like a starved man. His fingers spread you open further so he had more access to your little bundle of nerves whilst his other hand travels to your entrance teasing slightly before entering 2 fingers and curling them. You kick your legs out, mindful of chishiya as you babble out a whole load of praise and thank yous to him.

”So good, it tastes so sweet and all for me. Never let anyone else taste your perfect little cunt,sweetheart.” you were in heaven right there, the praise and possessive tone made you clench around his digits, he laughed and it sounds muffled but it sends shock waves through your body as you feel the cold in your lower stomach start to form and tighten with every word,suck and lick.

Chishiya removes his finders and brings them up to your boob, squishing your left one, leaving your arousal around your perky nipple before doing the same to your right one. The coil tightens faster and faster. Your eyes close and back arched, toes curled and with a cry of Chishiya’s name you came. Your body shakes and he continues to eat you out as you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

He pulls away slowly, kissing your cunt once more. He picks you up from the chair and presses you against the table, leaving over to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder. You sigh and feel the post orgasm haze already but you wanted more, you wanted Chishiya’s cock inside you, to complete you and that's what he did

He lined his tip up with your entrance and pushed into your sopping heat, groaning and hips already faltering as he pushed into the hilt. You felt full and overwhelmed. You open your mouth to say something but he rolls his hips, slowly but deeply hitting all the correct places to make you feel absolute pleasure. You moan instead as he leans forward, hands on your tits, nipples between his index fingers and thumbs as he rolls them.

You were feeling the utmost pleasure that moment. You move back onto Chishiya as he bucks forward. Your hand comes down to your clit and you rub 8 figures,making you clench ”oh sweetie, you feel so good to me,so wet,tight, heavenly. Could stay buried in your cunt and I'd die a happy man, Sweetheart” you smile bashfully, enjoying the praise from the normally quiet man.

Chishiya feels his high coming along so he moves your hand and replaces it with one of his own, rubbing your clit for extra pleasure, you continuously clench around him, your slick sourting around his cock, the scene was erotic as anything.

You were bent over his desk facing the door, emails abandoned as Chishiya squeezed your breasts and played with your nipples. Slow and deep thrusts reaching unimaginable places inside of you as his hand stays on your clit. Your hair was a mess, noises bouncing off the office walls and you both gave zero fucks as you were living your life getting the best sex from your friend ever.

”m’close, Shiya” you mewl and slump against the desk. Chishiya leans over you and holds your hand tightly,interlocking your hands together as his thrusts get faster but still just as deep. You couldn't keep it together much longer as you came around his cock, no warning or anything. The orgasm was long lasting travelling from the tips of your toes to your head. Your orgasm triggered Chishiya’s spiralling out of control. The whimpers and whines coming from his and your mouth were both pornographic. ”That's it, good girl sweetheart come for me,let me feel your cunt suffocate my cock. So good for me aren't you, making me feel all nice and good whilst i stuff you full”

His cum sits deep inside of you as your cunt milks him dry. ”Keep that nice and deep inside of you, sweetheart, yeah. Don't let any spill or i'll give you another to keep deep for me” you mumble and nod at his command. You felt amazing and were glowing. The sunset brings a golden haze into Chishiya’s office as he pulls out and brings you to a couch to clean you with tissues and kisses. He helps you dress and look presentable even though people would have heard your little mishap.

You couldn't care though, legs like jelly and breathing slightly uneven but a Chishiya by your side was all you needed as you clocked out with him that night, happy as anything.

#alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya smut #aib

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cherrythepuppet · 1 year

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Corpse Puppet [Part 8]

Aw @sketchquill I'm happy to know your not fed up with me<3

"darling, where are you?" The Corpse asked as he looked around the bright yet dark dead town "if you ask me, your partner is kind of jumpy" home said

"their not my partner, their my spouse" The corpse told home before going back to search "Darling! where have you gone?" The Corpse asked as home popped out of their eye

"l'll keep an eye out for them!" Home exclaimed With the two searching home had saw (Y/n) run into a barrel "There they go, there they go!" Home yelled as (Y/n) saw the Corpse and ran off

"Their- their getting away! Quick, quick, after them!" Home yelled as the corpse put his eye back in (Y/n) was out of breath and they hid inside a coffin as the Corpse walked past then still calling out for them suddenly a spider came down on a web

"Married, huh? l'm a widow" they said and (Y/n) smacked them away "Oh, how rude they went that way!" the spider yelled

(Y/n) ran off again and saw someone "Please! There's been a mistake! l'm not dead!" They yelled but the man's head fell off "WHAT THE-" "darling?" The Corpse called out and (Y/n) ran off

"Dear!" The corpse yelled as (Y/n) reached a stone wall "Dead end..." they mumbled but then they heard the corpse off in the distance and they thought 'F!ck it' and decided to climb it

As they got to the top they held onto a metal bar and they accidentally grabbed the corpse's leg "You Could have used the stairs, silly" He chuckled as he helped (Y/n) up

"lsn't the view beautiful? lt takes my breath away! Well, it would if l had any" He said with a laugh "Look, l am terribly sorry about what's happened to you and l'd like to help but l really need to get home" (Y/n) told him

"This is your home now" the corpse said "But l don't even know your name" (Y/n) mumbled "Well, that's a great way to start a marriage" home muttered "Shut up!" The corpse yelled quietly at home then turned to (Y/n) and smiled

"lt's Wally" he told them as something in (Y/n)'s mind clicked, (Y/n) remembered a man named Wally but they thought it was a coincidence "What is your name?" Wally asked "Oh right I never told you that...I'm (Y/n)" They said which made Wally stare at them in surprise and shock for a moment

But just like (Y/n) he figured it was a coincidence "Oh, l almost forgot! l have something for you" he said as he grabbed a brightly colored (F/c) box

"lt's a wedding present" he said as (Y/n) held it "Thank you?" (Y/n) mumbled and as they was about to open the box it jumped out of their arms

A bunch of bones came out of the box and turned into...a cat? And the cat handed (Y/n) a purple collar with a small bell, as (Y/n) was reading the collar they smiled widely

"Otto?" They asked "Otto!" They exclaimed as the Cat jumped onto their lap "l knew you'd be happy to see him" Wally said as he smiled at how happy (Y/n) was

(Y/n) was the happiest they're ever been and it was clear their cat meant a lot to them "Oh, what a cutie" Wally mumbled "You should have seen him with fur!" (Y/n) exclaimed then they went quiet

"Mother never approved of Otto jumping up like this But then again she never approved of anything" They mumbled "Do you think she would have approved of me?" Wally asked as he tilted his head a bit

"You're lucky you'll never have to meet her-" (Y/n) paused as they had an idea "Well, actually...now that you mention it l think you should! In fact, since we're, you know...married" They told him

"you should definitely meet her! And my Father too! We should go and see them right now!" (Y/n) exclaimed "What a fantastic idea! Where are they buried?" Wally asked

(Y/n) scratched the back of their neck "What? What is it?" Wally asked with a concerned look "They're not from around here" (Y/n) said

"Where are they then?" Wally asked as (Y/n) Pointed up signaling that they were still alive "Oh, they're still alive!" Wally said as he realized what they meant "l'm afraid so..." (Y/n) mumbled

"Well, that is a problem..." Wally muttered Otto looked at wally then began meowing "What's that, Otto?" Wally asked as he listened to the kitty meow meow and (Y/n) stared at him confused on how he understood a cat

"Oh, no, we couldn't possibly!" Wally exclaimed as the cat continues to meow "Oh, well, if you put it like that..." He mumbled

"What?" (Y/n) asked as they were still confused on what was happening "Frank Frankly" Wally said....

#welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader #corpse puppet au #fanfic

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amourkive · 1 year

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DYED HANDS | KSJ

a/n: In honor of dyeing my hair, and the process being absolutely terrible, I bring a Jin fic of his famous diy purple hair...cause it was just tew iconic, and I want to go back to that time respectfully. per usual, stay gold⁷ -miri

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SeokJin wouldn't lie and say he wasn't upset when the company told him strictly that he couldn't dye his hair. He thought that this was just completely unfair, and subjugating.

Until, his sweet, yet mischievous lover had stopped by his hotel room one night, with two drugstore bags in hand. Curious, SeokJin watched as you placed them on the desk, smiling brightly.

"I know you just told me your managers said you couldn't dye your hair and all....but it so happens that I may have accidentally bought hair dye anyway." You stated, rummaging through the bag, pulling out four boxes of purple dye.

SeokJin couldn't help but stare in disbelief. Even though he was strictly forbidden to do anything to his hair, (not even the hair stylist wanted to fall in the wrath of the company) here his wonderful companion stood, boxes in hand waiting patiently.

"What color?" He asked and you smiled, "purple! for Army, duh!" you chirped, walking to the hotel bathroom, not needing to turn around to know SeokJin was following behind. "Right but, why so many boxes?" He asked a moment later, watching as you started to mix the dye in the bottles it came with.

"I thought it was obvious, I'm dyeing my hair too! you really think I wouldn't match with you? We do it every time. Am I the best, or am I the best?!" You asked, rhetorically, shaking two of the bottles, glancing at SeokJin through the mirror.

"yeah, you're the best...but I might actually get in trouble if I dye my hair" he muttered, his plump lips jutting out slightly, and you had almost wanted to kiss the pout off his face, instead you snorted in amusement.

"Says you, you cut your own bangs two months ago! and they were crooked! this is not as bad as that. And what can they really do about it, fire you?" He stared at you, as you wore a smug look.

Mumbling to himself, he slid the set of gloves that came with the dye, on. "Hand me the dye." He stuck his covered hand out, gripping the bottle as you handed it to him.

"See, now that's what I like to see! your hair, your choice!" you cheered him on, watching intently as he squeezed the bottle on top of his head, smearing it in with his gloved hand.

After what seemed like a while, you both sat in the bathtub, waiting patiently till it was time to rinse your hair out. "...what's the time at, Jinnie?" you asked, looking at him, your back sore from leaning against the hard tub.

"ERM...what timer?" He asked, turning to face you, eyebrow raised. You smiled tightly, "you know? the timer I TOLD YOU TO PUT ON! you want our hair to fall out!?"

Quickly the both of you scrambled out the tub, SeokJin turning the water on, ducking his head into the water that gushed out from the faucet. "I can't afford to lose my hair! not yet - it's not time!"

You gasped, hitting his arm, "oh so you wouldn't mind me being bald then?!" You can see his shoulders move in a shrugging motion, and you scoffed, "wow thanks..." you sat on the edge, waiting for your turn, humming a soft tune.

"a-Ah Help Me! BABY HELP ME IT GOT IN MY EYE!" SeokJin yelled out in pain, and you jumped up scrambling to help him with a towel in hand.

"So...." you trailed off, as both of you stared in the mirror, purple hair blotchy. "for how long we kept it in, I thought it would at least keep its color." you decided on saying because really, the blotchiness was just unnecessary.

"Long-Lasting my ass! this is coming off in a week." SeokJin muttered, throwing a towel over his hair, trying to dry it off as best he could. You followed suit, shrugging mindlessly.

"at least your hands are a cute purple !" You noted, looking down at yours as well- and yep, also dyed purple. You heard him groan from beside you, "Just great! You know how long this will take to fade? just great!"

You snickered, earning a look from him, but honestly, it was funny to you. "cheer up, baby...it's really not bad, it's cute!" hoping it would cheer him up, even if it was just slightly.

"this is not cute! I think the dye job is punishment enough. SeokJin....just," the manager waved his hand in front of him, "go. it wouldn't hurt for you or the boys to listen once in a while. As for you,"

he then pointed towards you, and you feigned Innocence, "I can't say anything to you- stop provoking Seokjin's ideas! I get you guys want to do couple matching things, but please, let's not mess with his looks."

you nodded, knowing this would happen again anyways, it always did, and he knew it too. "yes sir, I'll make sure to get matching shirts next time. wouldn't that be cute, Jinnie? matching shirts?"

Next to you SeokJin, shrugged, nodding. "I mean- yeah. maybe purple shirts would be better than our hair."

"I'll have you know you look handsome in your blotchy hair! it brings out your blotchy skin tone." you stated, to which he nodded, holding his chest, "thank you sweetheart that means a lot to me. The blotchy hair really brings out your uneven layers."

you gasp covering it with a laugh, "hah! you're so cute! I just love you!!" His windshield wiper laugh filled the room, as he brought you closer to him, placing a kiss on your nose, "i love you too...even though half the time i get scolded because of you."

"partners in crime. it's a mutual thing, really."

#kim seokjin #bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #fluff #seokjin #kim seokjin fluff #jin #bts jin #soft fic

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loonylooly · 4 months

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Hello! I saw you had a not-so-great birthday, and I wanted to help cheer you up a little so I wrote a Feyneth oneshot. I hope you like it! Thank you for being a wonderful person who makes beautiful art! Happy birthday Lana! You deserve all the good things in the world!

“Did you miss me, High Lady?” Her laugh was like silk on cold smooth skin, like sunny days and cool breezes. Soothing, gentle, whispering around her head until it made her dizzy. Feyre ignored the tug in her chest, choosing to press it deep within her, throwing some half-assed reassurance down the bond so Rhysand would remain none the wiser.

Gwyn laughed again and Feyre’s whole body shivered. It did not go unnoticed, as Feyre buried her nose into the sweet-smelling Priestess robes. Gwyn shook her head, threads of ginger hair brushing against Feyre’s neck. She smiled, hugging her tighter. Arms fully locked around her back, pressing them close together. As close as they could physically get.

“Very.” Feyre answered, looking back just enough to stare into pretty turquoise eyes.

“How terrible.” Gwyn smiled like Feyre thought the sun might. All glowing and beautiful, filled with a never-ending warmth that threatened to consume her. Sharp teeth gleaming in the little light of the library.

“How shall I ever make it up to you?” Gwyn lifted her eyebrow, tilting her head slightly to the side.

“We can start with going somewhere more private.” Feyre whispered as she glanced around the library. Gwyn cart of books to be reshelved forgotten by the library walls. As Feyre had tugged her into a darker corner so as to not be spotted by Clotho.

Gwyn frowned a little, but her eyes glittered, “I do have work to do.”

“I will relieve you of it.” Feyre said quickly, “I am the High Lady and surely Clotho will find another to fulfil your duties for an hour.”

“Well that depends, my High Lady.” Gwyn tenderly brushed a gold-brown lock from her face, “Where do you plan to steal me away to?”

Feyre smiled, a pure genuine smile. It felt like the first one in years, “I was thinking… a picnic?”

Gwyn quirked an eyebrow as her lips tugged upward. Feyre trailed fingers shoulder her slim shoulders, “Elain made several dozen batches of lemon tarts… I am sure she wouldn’t notice a few missing.”

“You are sly, Mrs Archeron.” Gwyn returned Feyre’s cunning smile, “Now that I think about it, I am sure Clotho would not mind if I attended to important courtly duties.”

“I am sure.” Feyre echoed. She grasped both of Gwyn’s hands, and the Priestess led her laughing through the winding levels of the library.

They managed to sneak out to the fields by the border of Velaris, through Feyre’s own winnowing, she located a small patch of wildflowers that smelled of pollen and honey. Dappled in sunshine and hiding them under the shade of a willow tree. As soon as they appeared, Gwyn spotted the laid out black and red blanket, and the plates of lemon tarts. As well as a pitcher of raspberry lemonade. Her teal eyes went wide. Feyre’s arms wrapped around her waist. Resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Do you like it?” Feyre asked.

Gwyn nodded, breathless, she looked over her shoulder and smiled so wide. Tears lining her eyes.

“I love you so much.” She murmured.

Feyre smiled brightly, gently, she pressed their lips together.

“Tell me,” Gwyn asked when they pulled back, “How much trouble are you in with Elain?”

Feyre rolled her eyes, “She owed me anyway, I promised not to tell Lucien she ripped a hole in his favourite jacket when she was attempting to mend it.”

Gwyn threw her head back as she laughed, “You’re joking!”

Feyre shook her head solemnly, “Unfortunately no. She can do anything else, but just no sewing.”

“Well, I suppose we all have our downfalls.” Gwyn shrugged, turning and locking her arms around Feyre, resting her ear against her chest.

“No,” Feyre quietly disagreed. Gwyn furrowed her eyebrows, confused.

“What do you mean?”

Another warm grin broke out of her, “You my dear, have not a fault at all.”

Gwyn cackled as she shoved Feyre back into the grass, tumbling along the soft greens and wildflower colours. Feyre grabbed the smaller female, pulling her down on top of herself. She jammed her fingers into Gwyn’s side and tickled her until she could not breathe.

They managed to find their way to the picnic underneath the willow tree. Lounging back underneath the lazy afternoon sun. Tangled in each other as they finished off the whole batch of lemon tarts and raspberry lemonade.

They laughed and talked until the light turned pink, and stars speckled in the sky. Feyre, too absorbed in staring at her beautiful lover, did not realise the moon rising higher and higher.

Locked in a kiss. Feyre rested her hands on Gwyn’s hips, gently holding as their mouths pressed together. Nothing rushed, or hungry, but passionate all the same. Her skin flushing red, and becoming hot beneath her clothes.

“Feyre.” Gwyn whispered.

“Mhm?” Feyre questioned, not opening her eyes.

“It’s nighttime.” Gwyn said, pulling back, mouth smiling as her eyes were dazed.

“Oh?” Feyre returned that smile, that dizzied look. Feeling as though she were dancing amongst the clouds.

“Oh.” It sunk in.

Shit.

“We need to go.” Feyre said quickly, grabbing Gwyn’s hand and pulling her up, “Now.”

She had managed to shove the bond so deep she didn’t even notice how Rhysand had been screaming out for her. Feyre felt her heart quickening with anxiety, but as they stepped out of the shade of the willow tree, and the moon cast shadows across Gwyn’s face. Every other emotion other than pure awe and adoration melted away.

Gwyn smiled, her sharp teeth touched by the glow of the moon. Her eyes lit up with silver, as her skin was painted with moonlight. She looked up at Feyre with those big eyes and said, “This was fun.”

“Yeah,” Feyre breathed, “Yeah it was.”

“I love you.” Gwyn whispered, still with that gorgeous smile that had Feyre locked in heart, mind and soul.

“I love you too.”

They kissed once more, hidden in the shadows of night, underneath the silver of the moon and stars. And all at once, Feyre was home.

I hope your pillow is cold on both sides, your favorite drink is always in the fridge, and you never step on a Lego as long as you live! Happy birthday again!

SOBBING THIS IS SO GOOD 😭😭 Feyneth solves all my problems ❤️❤️ thank you so much tho youre too sweet i cant even omg

#Highlight of my week honestly 😭😭#Ty soso much this was so thoughtful

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wholesomefluffdaddy · 2 months

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Azula has made no progress since she was sent back to the asylum. Ty Lee believes she can help her, with proper disciple. Tyzula.

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CH3: A Nightmare or a Memory?

Azula's hunger strike did not last long. It was especially difficult to keep her resolve when the food Ty Lee made smelled so much better than anything she had eaten at the asylum.

"Are you ready to eat now?" Ty Lee asked as she sat down before Azula with a new tray of dumplings. Azula scoffed then pointed to the dumpling and then her mouth. "You can use your words Azula." Ty Lee sighed as she picked up a dumpling and started eating it. Azula huffed and imitated Ty Lee jabbing her in the throat. "That wore off hours ago. You and I both know that."

"Perhaps I am being cautious because I don't want you stealing my voice again in another one of your fits of rage." Azula whispered. Ty Lee raised her eyebrows and stared at her in disbelief.

"Maybe you should go back to pretending you can't." She muttered to herself.

"I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" Azula sneered. "But I refuse to bow to your whims."

"Would you like some dumplings, Azula?" Ty Lee asked patiently.

"What a foolish question." She snapped.

"Fine. I'm not going to force you to eat." Ty Lee said casually. Azula scowled and tried to grab one herself. Unfortunately the tray was just out of reach.

"You f-" She began but stopped herself as Ty Lee's eyes flicked to hers challengingly. "This is a game for you isn't it? Eating while depriving me of food?"

"I'm not depriving you of anything." Ty Lee said, pouring a cup of tea for herself. "All you have to do is ask nicely and we can enjoy this meal together."

"I'll have you know that starvation of a prisoner is a war crime." Azula said, looking away.

"You're not a prisoner." Ty Lee said, taking a sip of her tea.

"You say that and yet am I not chained?" She asserted.

"That's for your, and everyone else's safety." She replied.

"What danger am I to anyone?" Azula said feigning ignorance.

"You mean when you disappeared into the forest, attempted a coup, or kidnapped children?" Ty Lee said, counting on her fingers. "I mean, I'm sure there's more terrible things that you did but those are just off the top of my head."

"I cannot help that I am a force to be reckoned with. Now hand me a dumpling before I am forced to eat my own arm." Azula demanded as she held her hand out.

"That's not how we ask nicely." Ty Lee said, shaking her head.

"Hand one over and you won't invoke my wrath."

"Try again."

"How am I supposed to know what convoluted combinations of words you want?"

"Oh, I don't know." Ty Lee said as a vein throbbed in her temple. "Maybe a 'please may I have one Ty Lee?' or 'thank you for making dumplings Ty Lee, you remembered they're my favorite'?"

"And what if I refuse?" Azula asked.

"Well, I can take you back to the asylum, seeing as you never refused their food."

"I only ate that slop out of self preservation!" Azula shouted.

"Then ask nicely." Ty Lee asserted. Azula crossed her arms and looked away. Ty Lee shrugged and kept eating. Azula's eye twitched.

"Fine!" She said angrily. "Please feed me this slightly above mediocre food!" Ty Lee gave her a withering look. Azula's face began to turn red. "Fine." She whispered. "Please may I have one, Ty Lee."

"Of course you may." Ty Lee said brightly and handed her one. Azula snatched it and shoved it in her mouth quickly. She chewed as fast as she could and gulped it down. Her eyes watered at the wonderful taste. She immediately stuck her hand out again.

"Another." She demanded. Ty Lee cocked an eyebrow. "Please." Azula grumbled. Ty Lee handed her another.

Once they had finished the meal Azura crawled back onto the bed. Ty Lee got up and wandered over.

"Can I join you?" She asked.

"Why are you asking me?" Azula snorted. "It's not like I have any choice in the matter."

"You do." Ty Lee said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Like I said, you're not my prisoner and I am trying to help." Azula grunted and rolled onto her side. "I promise I will respect your boundaries as long as you are safe within them."

"A likely story." Azula said dismissively.

"If you don't want me on the bed-"

"I don't."

"Okay." Ty Lee said getting up and taking a step back. Azula frowned and turned back around to look at her.

"Why'd you move?" She asked suspiciously.

"I will respect your boundaries." Ty Lee repeated.

"Why?" Azula said, propping herself up.

"I'm going to bed. Good night Azula." Ty Lee smiled warmly as she left the room. Azula stared after her. Ty Lee's erratic behavior made no sense to her. She tugged on the chains halfheartedly before laying back down. She'd have plenty of time to escape after a good nap. As soon as she closed her eyes she was out.

It had been a long time since Azula had last dreamt. The beds at the asylum were too hard and the footsteps and jangling keys of the orderlies too loud. Not to mention it was impossible to get comfortable in that infernal straitjacket and muzzle. Her sleep was always light and in short bursts, never long enough or deep enough to dream. However, that also meant she didn't have nightmares…

"Again." Ozai ordered shortly after Azula finished her demonstration of the new firebending technique she had been taught. She nodded and began again as the door creaked open and Zuko entered. "You're late." He hissed at his son with undisguised disgust. Azula took a breath as she refocused herself.

"I'm sorry! I was-" Zuko began but Ozai held up a hand.

"Your sister has been showing off her mastery of the technique you were supposed to learn years ago." He said, gesturing to her. Zuko looked over at her. Her face was set as she ran through the motions almost flawlessly. "Such a disappointment you are." He said, tearing his eyes away from Zuko to focus back on Azula.

"I'm sorry…" Zuko said quietly as he kept his head bowed.

"Sorry is an excuse the weak give to justify their own incompetence." Ozai said as his lip twitched. Azula finished the routine and bowed. "Do you understand that Azula?" He asked.

"Yes father." Azula said quickly.

"Good. At least one of you is capable of learning." He sneered. "Zuko!" He barked. "Show me what little you've managed to accomplish this time."

"Yes father." Zuko swallowed as he got to his feet. He took a step forward and prepared his stance. Azula's eyes flicked between her brother and father, watching each closely. Zuko's form was off, his movements unsteady, and his bending weaker because of it. Zuko finished and looked proud of himself. It was better than he practiced. He looked up at his father for approval.

"Pathetic." Ozai snarled as he got to his feet.

"B-but I practiced - I-" Zuko said, stumbling as he quickly backed away from his advancing father.

"I didn't ask for excuses!" He said, raising his hand. Azula held her breath and tried not to react. She couldn't help but flinch as she heard the harsh smack. Unfortunately, this did not go unnoticed. Zuko was sobbing quietly as he covered his stinging face.

"Go." He hissed at Zuko before turning to his daughter. Zuko scurried out of the room without a second glance. Azula's heart was racing. "You winced." He said in a low voice.

"I'm sor-!" Her eyes widened in horror as she realized her mistake. She slapped a hand over her mouth.

"Do you think he didn't deserve that?" Ozai asked darkly. Azula shook her head. "Because you know he did…" He continued and Azula nodded quickly. "Do not pity the weak or you will be cursed to become weak yourself." He said, glancing up at the door where Zuko had exited. "It's my duty as your father, and future Firelord, to beat the weakness out of my people." He said as his eyes flicked back to hers.

"Yes father." Azula said, forcing herself to maintain eye contact.

"Is there weakness in you?" He asked as the door opened again.

"No father." Azula said as the sounds of footsteps approached.

"You hit our son?" Ursa demanded as her voice quavered. Ozai maintained eye contact with his daughter as he spoke to his wife.

"He was weak and needed discipline." He said coldly. Azula could barely hear him over the sound of her own heartbeat thundering in her ears.

"He's a child!" Ursa pleaded for him to see reason. Ozai kept his eyes on the child before him as he struck his wife. Azula was prepared this time. She knew she was about to be tested. She knew she couldn't react to the violence before her or it would be her next. Ozai's lip curled as Azula's face remained expressionless.

#tyzula #atla #atla azula #Azula #princess azula #azula x ty lee #azula avatar #ty lee #ty lee atla #ty lee avatar #ty lee x azula #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #wholesomefluffdaddy

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kirythestitchwitch · 10 months

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Klaroline WIP Wed - waffle house au - Rebekah's Hangry

Part One here

Part Two here

Smiling as if that was funny, Rebekah seemed like she was trying to invite Caroline in on the joke.

“I am—I mean—I do, of course I care,” Caroline said defensively. “But a girl’s gotta eat.”

“And that’s exactly what I mean.” Rebekah gestured around the brightly lit specimen of an American diner. “Humans, everywhere.” On the other side of the diner, a girl and a boy, probably her age, were tossing small balls of wadded up napkins at each other. “Eat one, who would miss them?”

“Their families might.” Caroline glared. She still had to smile and look Mrs. Johnson in the eye when Caroline had been the one to bite through her son’s neck to save Stefan and Damon from the deputy’s stake. Good thing she didn’t have much cause these days to frequent the drug store where Mrs. Johnson worked the counter unless she was picking up something for her mom. She always looked worn out when Caroline saw her.

“Did yours miss you?” Rebekah asked, leaning on the table. Caroline couldn’t tell if she was being mean on purpose, or if this was just what Rebekah considered a friendly chat.

“I never went missing,” she growled. “I had a nice, miraculous recovery in the hospital after a car accident—thank you, Damon—and then got smothered in the middle of the night—thanks, Katherine—and woke up thinking my IV drip looked delish. So no one had any time to miss me.” Caroline didn’t mention that her mother hadn’t even noticed afterward, it would be too much like proving Rebekah right.

“Ugh.” Rebekah made a face and tossed her brush back into her purse. “Katherine. She does go around ruining everyone’s lives, doesn’t she?”

Caroline shifted uncomfortably on the bench seat. How to tell the girl who had so recently strived to become human again that Katherine had—in her twisted way—done Caroline a favor?

Across the restaurant, the girl flicked one final napkin at her tablemate—jeeze, what a mess they were leaving, poor Marcy—and got up, heading for the restroom. Rebekah propped her chin up on one hand and smiled.

“I love it when they make it easy. Now listen very carefully, baby vampire. You might learn something.” Sliding out of the booth, she evaded Caroline’s attempt to grab her.

“Rebekah!” Caroline hissed, while the other girl walked away, leaving her purse. In moments, she had disappeared around the corner behind the countertop and kitchen into the hallway that housed the bathrooms.

Glancing around, Caroline felt a keen anxiety rising up in her. No one had noticed anything odd, of course, because there was nothing odd about a girl going to use the restroom. Hopefully there wouldn’t be a massacre taking place in the ladies room of the fucking Waffle House on a Tuesday night.

God, and she had Calculus in the morning.

“Caroline…” Rebekah’s voice came to her softly from the hallway, low and pitched for vampire hearing. “Oh, Caroline, are you listening?”

She rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. “No,” she ground out.

A sharp laugh. “I like that you’re a terrible liar. Everyone in my family is an excellent liar.”

Caroline fished her phone out of her pocket and held it up to her ear like she had a phone call. “Even you?”

“Especially me. But not about this.” The sound of a toilet flushing and then hands washing came faintly through the walls, and Caroline’s hearing focused on the back hallway until Rebekah’s voice was clear. “Now, pay attention.”

#klaroline #klaroline wip wed #tvd for ts #klaroline for ts #Rebekah; putting on a teacher voice: now pay attention #Caroline: hope this doesn't awaken anything in me

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jamieedlund · 1 year

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What's ur favorite hc for Aaravos?

This is a surprisingly hard question to unpack for a lot of reasons- but I'll do my best to articulate myself (ง •_•)ง

I think this spoke for itself but just in case, here is a short elaboration: if I had to pick a favorite, it would have to be this.

He is someone who - despite all of the odds, despite how the world treated to him, despite being ridiculed, subjected to the worst torture known to man(yes solitary confinement is considered one of the most inhumane methods of torture) for over 300 years and had his name dragged through the mud for literal centuries-

-could still smile so brightly and sincerely like that, affirming that he does, with all of his heart, still very much love this world. However twisted that love might be, however difficult it was for him to learn how to use and express that love in a healthy way, it still speaks volume about who he is as a person.

Now if you have the time, allow me to explain bellow. If not, stop here, the question is basically answered 🙏💗 Thank you for reading!

Hello, if you're reading this that means you are willing to listen/read more about my thoughts and therefore I expect you to have a leveled head and a polite attitude to what I'm about to say.

If not then why are you here there was LITERALLY A STOP BUTTON. Please click off this post, what are you doing with your life wasting it hate watching me?

With that being said, hello! fellow polite person who is reading this - - - Spoiler there is no illust down here because I'm running low on time on my thesis I'm so sorry ;;A;; Here is the elaboration to why this is my default favorite headcanon!

While I am aware of the amount of WILDLY different headcanons that exist out there for him, which are very popular within the fandom and even taken as gospel, I strongly feel that mine isn't really aligned with some, if not most of the hc out there at all.

Personally, I don't even agree with the canon version of in him ss4.

I'm assuming that you are asking me about my- personal favorite headcanon for him so for now, my answer will be: Ignoring the terrible characterization of him in season 4, my absolute favorite thing about him has to be: Despite everything, despite what everyone says about him, despite how the world perceives him

He is

without a doubt

Someone who loves this world very much.

Again this all ties in with what I'm going to present in my thesis, so I can't elaborate on it too much without giving any spoilers to the case I'm going to present for him. But for now, and especially right now at the time of writing this, they just released another vaguely worded and filled to the brim with plot holes short story regarding his past ... I-- hm I sincerely have no intention to keep up with the series... Therefore my hc will definitely contradict vastly with the horrendous plot holes ridden pre-established canon

-which then made the act of answering to this question exceedingly difficult due to the way I personally perceive him.

To wrap it up, all I want to say is, we could have had it all, a character who would make us cry, laugh and want to root for, had they written him with love and care, rather than trying to stuff him into the shoes a villain, which just felt forced and unnatural. Villains who are terrible only to be stopped have been overdone, and for tdp to be another generic show is a huge waste of potential

Wouldn't most of us have killed for, finally, an antagonist who isn't actually the antagonist but rather the very system that these people are experiencing is the actual villain ? ? ?

Best of all, they could have contrasted this with Callum, our protagonist. In Callum's case, despite being portrayed as one of "the good guys" or "heroes", he has all the reason to hate the world. This in turn create a complex narrative about the nature of people - Or in this case, the hero acting morally righteous despite hating the world vs the guy who was deemed evil and terrible by the world and yet still loves it with all of his heart. It could have been a heart-warming story about how two individuals find their way in this messed up world-- but nope~ non of this is canon :DDD

When in the history of television has any shows have a twist with the "hero" and "villain" ditching their role immediately to become a neutral party to reflect all the flaws in the world they live in? ? ? TDP had the perfect setup, but then proceeded to drop all of the balls spectacularly in ss4...

I always try my best to not touch ss4 but it feels almost impossible to talk about Aaravos w/out addressing the disservice that it did to his character. And that is all, I have to say for now~

Sincerely, thank you for reading.

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wonderstruks · 2 years

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Rockstar! Dad! Eddie x Fem! Teacher! Reader

Summary: Eddie is running late for pick up and you learn some interesting things about him.

Warnings: Fluff!

I DO NOT GIVE ANY PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BY COPIED ONTO OTHER SITES

A/n: this one is based off of @luveline 's Eddie and Roan series (which you should totally check out), I absolutely adore dad Eddie and knew I had to make this, so enjoy and happy reading♡

“Now he wasn't hungry any more- and he wasn't a little caterpillar any more. ”

"Because he was a butterfly?"

I smiled kindly at the little girl sitting beside me.

"Correct! Good job Carlee!"

She beamed brightly up at me.

"My daddy taught me that! He told me caterpillars turn into butterflies."

"Did he now?"

"Yeah! He also told me I could be anything I want when I grow up. Do you think I can be a caterpillar? Like the one in the book."

"Absolutely, you'll be the best little caterpillar around!"

"Ms.(y/n) can I color?"

I held in my laughter at how fast she changed her attention to something else.

"Absolutely go get get your pencil box and some paper."

She happily skipped to her cubby.

I looked down at my watch and noticed just how late her father was running.

"Hey Carlee, do you know where your daddy is?"

"Probably at the stu-deeo."

I nodded to no one but myself.

Of course he was. I mean it made sense.

Eddie Munson the actual Rockstar.

When I first learned who her dad was, it surprised me.

First, because he was absolutely rich and famous, and secondly, because he wasn't anything like the tabloids made him out to be.

He was a genuine guy who cared about nothing more than being the best dad he could be.

It made my heart melt a little to see all the affection he had for his little girl, she was his world.

"I DONE!"

I snapped out of my own thoughts and put all my attention on Carlee.

"May I see?"

She smiled before slamming the paper down in front of me.

"This is beautiful Carlee!" I praised her.

"I know! I'm gonna ask daddy to hang it on the fridge. I added all his favorite things so I know he'll love it."

I smiled down at the girl.

"That's very sweet of you."

"I know and look." She pointed to a small stick figure, "it's me."

She moved her finger downward.

"And this is Rosco. He's our doggy."

She moved again.

"And this is you!"

My face contorted in confusion.

"Me?" I asked.

"Yeah! My daddy talks about you all the time, he says you're so pretty."

My face flushed beet red.

"He does?"

She nodded.

"Do you think he's pretty?"

My heart dropped at this awkward interaction.

"I am so sorry I'm late!"

Saved by the bell.

"DADDY!" Carlee screeched, abandoning her belongings and running up to Eddie for a bone-crushing hug.

"I missed you sweet girl, did you have a good day?"

"Yeah Ms.(Y/n) let me color."

"That was nice of her. Did you say thank you?"

"Thank you Ms.(y/n)!"

I let out a small laugh.

"Your welcome Ms.Carlee."

"Alright my little germlin, get your stuff from your cubby so we can get out of here."

The little one raced to collect all her things.

"Hey listen, I'm so sorry about running behind today, I feel so terrible for making you stay after like this."

I looked up at Eddie, "it's alright. I absolutely adore Carlee. I don't mind staying over, she's a good kid."

He smiled at me.

God he looked so cute when he smiled.

I felt my chest tighten.

"Ms. (Y/n), you never answered, do you think my daddy is cute too?"

I felt like I had stopped breathing.

Did she really just ask this?

I could feel my face heating up.

If only I looked over I would see Eddie in the same predicament.

"Yes Carlee, your dad is very pretty."

I couldn't stop the words from coming out my mouth.

I didn't want to lie and offend the little girl.

She smiled and gripped onto the bag that was two sizes too big for her.

"Pretty, huh?"

I refused to make eye contact with him out of embarrassment.

"Awe don't go shy Ms.(Y/n) I think you're pretty too." Eddie said.

I curiously looked at him to see him smirking at me.

"How about as an apology for making you stay late, I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow, my treat."

This isn't real.

This could not actually be happening.

I had to be dreaming.

"Sure."

"Good I'll see you tomorrow then."

He held out his hand for the little one, she was quick to grab it and drag him away from the classroom, but I could still hear their conversation.

"Is Ms.(y/n) my new mommy now?"

"We'll talk about this in the car."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie my beloved #dad eddie munson #dad eddie #fem reader #eddie #munson #rockstar eddie munson #teacher reader

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specialagentlokitty · 9 months

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Giles x teen!reader - the family you need

Part 2:

You heard the door open and you looked towards it to see Willow coming through, and she walked over to sit next to you.

“I couldn’t find it, but Giles said he’s going to look and let me know if he does, do you want to borrow mine until then?”

“No.. it’s okay.. thank you..”

She smiled brightly at you, pulling out her stuff for class while everybody else came in just before and after the bell went.

You tuned out the boring talk, and you rested your head in your arms.

“Seriously, how do you manage to sleep in every class?” Xander laughed.

You shrugged a little, and you felt someone pulling the beanie from your head so you grabbed their wrist, snapping your head up.

“Stop.”

“Sorry.” Xander grinned.

You let go of his wrist and pulled it back down.

It was how he would get your attention because he noticed that despite everything it was the one thing you would react too.

You buried your head in your arms once again, drumming your fingers on the edge of the desk.

“Sorry, sorry!”

You tensed up, keeping your head buried in your arms, at least at the back nobody would notice you.

You didn’t like your teachers, in fact you wanted to do anything to make them forget that you were even in the class.

“(Y/N) you’re going to get in trouble..” Willow whispered.

You sat up, looking at her and she passed you some paper and a pen which you did nothing with.

“You really don’t like teachers do you?” She muttered.

You glanced at her, shaking your head.

“That’s fair enough, not everybody does. But I don’t want you getting in trouble, if you need help I can help you.”

Looking at the blank paper, you furrowed your brows a little.

“I don’t get any of this work…”

Willow shuffled her chair a little closer and showed your her notes, quietly explaining everything to you.

“If you want at the end of the day we can go through everything.”

“Yeah…”

She smiled, leaving her notes with you and she went back to paying attention to the class, and you went back to paying attention outside.

It was more interesting for you than being stuck in a classroom, but if you were going to hide you needed to live a normal human life.

Thankfully the class passed pretty quickly, and you handed Willow her things back, standing up and you put your chair under the desk.

“Ah, (Y/N), a word?” Giles asked.

You looked at him, and you quickly walked around the entire classroom, making your towards the door.

“(Y/N)!” Giles called.

You quickly made your way to your locker to hide there.

You had your gaze fixated to the floor, and you saw a pair of shoes appear in your line of sighed.

“I am terribly sorry if there was something I did to make you feel uncomfortable around me, I mean you no harm. Willow told me you were looking for a book on algebra, I happened to have one copy.”

Giles held the book out to you, and you took it, quickly putting it away in your locker.

“Keep it for as long as you need it, and if there are any other books just let somebody know and I’ll see if I have them.”

You nodded your head, and he sighed softly.

“Is there something I’ve done to make you uncomfortable? Willow mentioned all the teachers make you rather uncomfortable.”

You glanced at him and looked away.

“Not a big people person…”

Giles smiled slightly.

“I understand that, not everybody is. You are always welcome to the library though.”

With that he left, and you slowly closed your locker, making your way back to your friends.

Just like every day, every free chance they had they wondered to the library and you wondered in your own direction.

Sitting under a tree, you just sat there with your eyes closed, enjoy in the feeling of the sun.

That was something you like about Sunnydale, the sun. It was nice, but sometimes you did miss the downpour from back where you came from.

Sighing a little, you opened your eyes ignoring the sound of the bell.

You weren’t really interested in attending your next class, so you went in search for somewhere to hide and you stopped at the library.

Opening the door you peaked in, and you slowly and quietly crept inside.

You couldn’t see anybody, so you made your way to the book stacks, picking up one of the books from the shelf and sat down to read it.

It was interesting, it was about something from hundreds of years ago, you weren’t really sure what off but it was still fascinating for you.

Flicking through the pages, you were too focused reading to hear somebody coming over.

“(Y/N), aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

Giles set the final book he was holding back in the shelf, and you looked up, quickly putting your book away.

“Sorry.”

He chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

“No, no that’s quite alright. They’re free to read, all of them.”

You looked at him then back to the book, slowly taking it back out.

“Why are you not in class?”

“Don’t understand it anyway…”

He hummed a title bit, walking over and sat against some shelf’s a few feet away.

“Well, what class is it you’re supposed to be in?”

“Science…”

“Ah, that id a complicated one, do you remember what it is you’re learning right now?”

You shook your head and he nodded.

“I’ll go ask, then we’ll see if there’s a book somewhere in here that might be able to help.”

Giles pushed himself up and smiled at you before he left, and you waited a few moments before getting up as well.

Taking the book you were reading, you made your way to the steps instead, and you set it down.

You saw a cup on the table and you stood up, walking to the railing you dug through your hoodie pockets and pulled out some quarters.

You aimed one, and tossed it into the cup, a small clattering sound echoing throughout the empty space.

You did it again, and just as you threw the third one the doors opened.

“You have rather good aim, do you often play games like that?”

“Use to…”

Giles walked to some shelves near the table and he pulled out a book, setting it on the table.

“Chemistry, I believe you’ll be wanting this section here.”

He opened the book and took the quarters from the cup, setting them on the table as he walked away.

You picked your other book up and walked to the table to have a look, and you saw there was a sheet of paper explaining everything in more detail.

Giles kept his distance, staying on the other side as you read through the of the pages.

“Is it any help?”

“No…”

“Would you like me to explain it?”

“No, leave me alone.”

You slammed the book shut and took your quarters and left again making him sigh.

You went back to your apartment, and you sat watching TV, just hoping to pass the day.

There was a knock on your door and you threw your hoodie back on, walking over to answer it to see Willow grinning a little.

“How did you get here?”

You stepped aside, letting her in and closed the door.

“I’m sorry, I uh.. got your addresses of the system.. I was going to call but I.. forgot..”

“Fair enough I guess, what are you doing here?”

Willow dug through her bag, and pulled out some books.

You walked over, sitting on your couch and Willow sat next to you.

“Giles asked for me to give you these, he said you left them behind.”

She handed over the science book, the history book you were reading and some papers.

You took the papers, looking through them to see a detailed explanation on everything that was in the book you were supposed to look at.

“Did you do this?” You asked.

Willow looked at the notes and shook her head.

“No, I thought you did. I have a few hours, do you want to study? Oh! We can have a little study group!”

She beamed brightly at you, and you smiled a little.

“Yeah.. that uh.. that sounds fun..”

“Oh yay! We’ll sort everything out tomorrow! For now you’ve got some work to catch up on.”

Willow gave you all her notes, and she explained what you had missed since you went home early and you nodded your head.

She spent a couple of hours before she realised the time.

“Oh! Oh I have to go home it’s late!”

“I’ll walk you, come on. It’s dark.”

Grabbing her jacket you held it out, and you waited for her being heading outside.

Hands stuffed your pockets you listened as she talked to you about what else you had missed at school.

You heard a noise and you held your arm out, making her stop and you furrowed your brows.

“What is it?” She whispered.

You heard it again, and you grabbed her hand, pulling her behind a wall.

“There’s something there..”

“What is it..?”

You shook your head, and she gripped the back of your hoodie tightly.

You couldn’t exactly go all demon with around so you had to sit there with her.

Something came flying over the wall and you pushed her back behind you as she screamed.

It wasn’t human you knew that, but you had never seen this creature before, and as it stared at you with yellow eyes, fangs bared you stared back.

“You…” she whispered.

She fell back, and tried to shuffle away, but somebody else came flying over the wall and just as the creature was there she was gone, and in her place stood buffy.

“Oh Buffy thank god it’s you.” Willow sighed.

Willow got up to hug Buffy and you stood up, brushing the dirt from your jeans.

“Oh.. (Y/N)…”

Buffy hid her hands behind her back.

“I already saw.”

“Right..”

She looked around, and then sighed.

“Guess I should tell you everything…”

“Yeah, considering I’ve been here not all of two months and just saw you stab something into dust I think I need answers.”

You of course knew, but you couldn’t tell her or anybody else that you knew what was going on. You just didn’t know it was her.

She led you to the library and you walked in, Giles, Oz, Xander and Cordelia all looked up from their books.

“Buffy, Willow. (Y/N)?” Xander said.

“They saw everything.”

“Ah… yes. I assume you want answers.” Giles sighed.

You nodded, standing away from them all.

“Long story short, vampires, demons, things like that. Buffy kills them, we read boring books.” Cordelia said.

“Okay.”

“Well there’s a.. a bit more to it than that.” Giles said.

You sat down on the stairs, looking at them all as they talked about whatever it was Buffy was hunting.

“Did you meet that vampire before (Y/N)?” Willow asked.

“No. Why?”

She shook her head and you saw something move out the corner of your eyes, so you stood up.

“It’s late, I need to go home.”

“Wait! I.. I think we should talk about this!” Buffy called.

You ignored her and left, looking at the swarm of little demons that were rushing out of the school and you chased them.

“Well, that was weird.” Oz said.

“There’s something about them, it’s not right.” Buffy said.

Everybody stopped what they were doing.

“What?” Xander asked.

“It’s true! The vampire she looks scared of (Y/N).” Willow said.

Cordelia laughed.

“Come on, the weirdo is scared of everybody, even Giles, you can’t really think they’re some evil mastermind.”

“It may not be far of, since they’ve arrived there has been an increase in demonic activity.” Giles said.

“Right, the demons that only Buffy can see.” Xander said.

Buffy glared at him.

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but I just don’t get why only you can see them, I mean we were all there.”

“I still haven’t figured that part out yet, there’s nothing in my books, the council don’t know anything about it either.” Giles said.

“So, we keep an eye on them. See what they’re really up too.” Buffy said.

They all agreed with her, thinking it was the best plan of action.

They didn’t want to think you were some big bad, but there was still something about you that they didn’t know, and whatever it was scared the crap out of a vampire, and that was hard to do

#buffy the vampire slayer x reader #buffy the vampire slayer x you #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #Rupert Giles #Rupert Giles x reader #Rupert Giles x you #Rupert Giles imagine

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Reflections

Chapter Nine

Master List / Real People Master List / Reflections Master List

Pairing: Mia MacAlsdair x Au Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: language, fluff, 18+ Minors do not interact

A/N: I apologize in advance should my Scottish/English interpretations be incorrect. I am Canadian playing in a world of my own making. Do not @ me.

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Mia spent the rest of the day distracted, which didn't help when she attempted to read Henry's list. The man had chicken scratch for writing, making deciphering it - and his Scottish colloquialisms - damn near impossible. Thankfully, she'd fed the ducks, geese, and chickens before; the horses were waiting at the gate when it was time to come in for their evening feed, and the dog food was a quick scoop for the pair of good boys.

And, as Henry was gone and they usually bunked with him for the night, she convinced Cora to let them in the house so they could curl up at her feet while she watched her evening telly. As long as they left the kittens alone, they were welcome. The kittens were not so convinced, but neither dog paid them any mind, happy to sprawl out on the floor before the fire.

"If ye dinnae come back after dinner, ye best text me so I can look after the critters." Cora cackled as Mia clicked her way into the room on short heels.

The older woman was intent on the television, but when Mia cleared her throat, Cora glanced in her direction, looked back at the television, then whipped around and whistled, causing the dogs to lift their heads and look at her. "My, my. Ye clean up good, lass."

Mia ran her hand down the front of her dress. It was a silk wrap dress she wouldn't in a million years have ever considered buying before Ivy talked her into it. With flirty cap sleeves, a knee-length hem, and tiny gold details on the sleeve cuff, she looked at it on the rack and thought there was no way it would look good on her, but Ivy refused to be denied, saying the colour would be glorious with her hair. Mia was more worried about the fit, but the dress had some sort of magic to it, for when she put it on and tied the fancy bows, it surprised her. That it was Marvel Loki green and made her hair glow like burnished copper didn't hurt either.

Her skin shimmered lightly thanks to the moisturizer - also insisted on by Ivy - and she'd taken the time to curl and pin back her hair, apply a smokey eye and gloss her lips, and paint her nails a pastel pink she knew would last until tomorrow when it chipped off with the first scoop of a manure shovel.

Her necklace was a simple golden chain with a gold heart with so much sentimental value it was priceless, while small gold hoops dangled from her ears.

"I look alright?" Mia asked, more out of nervousness than any real fear she didn't.

"Hot damn!" Cora cried, giving her two thumbs up.

Mia laughed, then breathed out slowly, attempting to calm herself.

"Jeez, why are ye so nervous? Ye've already tasted his tonsils. This is just dinner," Cora huffed. "Maybe ye get lucky and have a wee snog in the car, but ye dinnae have to jump his bones if yer not ready."

"Cora," Mia groaned, placing the coat on her arm on the end of the sofa so she could fix the strap on her austere black heel.

"What?" she practically yelled, clearly exasperated.

"I really like him, okay!" Mia shouted as she crouched down. "And it makes me nervous."

"Well, that's good, as I find I'm terribly fond of you too, darling, and I'm happy to see I'm not the only one nervous."

Mia froze, all but her blood that drained from her face, leaving her light-headed before it rushed back in and blazed brightly in her cheeks.

"Fuck, you could have said he was already here!" she hissed at Cora before rising and turning toward Tom, who leaned against the wall with a tender smile.

Dear Gods. The look of him was something else, all long and lean, in a suit that had to be bespoke as nothing off the rack would fit that well. It was a blue pinstripe that complemented his eyes, his shirt a pale pastel blue, shoes shiny black and tie in navy with opposing stripes.

His smile turned appreciative as it swept from her feet to her face, softening with understanding as he pushed from the wall to cross to her and take her face between his hands. He didn't walk; he prowled with a lazy kind of grace that screamed predator. It was a walk she recognized, having seen it before on the movie screen when he played Loki.

The man should be illegal.

His lips were whisper soft when they glided over hers. "Don't be embarrassed, love. I let myself in when I saw Cora curled up through the window. I didn't mean to catch you unaware, but I am glad I'm not the only one feeling this pull."

"Tom." She sighed, stroking his chest. The cloth beneath her fingers even felt expensive, making her want to keep petting him until she purred.

His lips skimmed slowly to capture and pull on her ear before he whispered, "You're wearing my colour."

"Not yours. Loki's," she whimpered, lashes fluttering as her pulse quickened.

"Mine," he growled. "It was my part. Have you forgotten? Must I remind you? Should I command you to kneel?"

Her knees buckled, but he caught her before she could do more than sag into him. "You're a cruel man."

He chuckled softly. "But I could be such a benevolent ruler."

"Keep flirtin', and yer gonna miss dinner," Cora quipped, smirking at them.

Tom cleared his throat and took a step back. "You look lovely," he murmured, retrieving her coat and helping her into it, even pulling her hair from the back.

"Thank you." Mia shivered at the brush of his knuckles over her nape and collected her purse. She glanced at the grinning Cora and said, "Don't wait up."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Have fun, but not too much fun! Remember what I said!"

Mia blushed again, causing Cora to cackle like a lunatic and Mia to rush Tom to the door before he could ask questions.

Once outside, with Cora's laughter firmly shut inside, Tom took her hand and led her to the car.

"Do I want to know what she's on about?" he asked, holding the door for Mia as she slid inside.

"No, you do not." Mia chuckled, admiring the butter-soft leather of the vehicle when he shut her in before hurrying around to the driver's side. "Nice car." She smiled when he slid in beside her.

The caramel leather and swanky interior of the sporty white car said it was something fancy, but she wasn't exactly a car girl until she looked over and saw the symbol of the leaping cat on the steering wheel and when Tom started the car, it freaking purred.

"No way. This is a Jaguar!" she gasped, almost afraid to move.

He laughed. "It is. It's my fancy show-off car. Do you like it?"

Mia nodded, though she wasn't sure if she should wiggle deeper into the plush seat, stroke it like the cat it was named after, or ask the burning question on the tip of her tongue. She didn't know exactly what a car like this cost but knew it was well into six figures.

He glanced at her and shook his head. "You really don't know the body of my work outside Loki, do you?"

Mia shook her head, entranced by all the fancy lights on his dashboard. "Only what I've Googled, but I'm not much for movies. I watched The Hollow Crown, or most of it, with Cora yesterday."

"Most of it?" He gasped. "Should I be insulted that I can't seem to hold your interest outside of the one part?" he teased.

She scoffed. "Let me assuage your fears. It had nothing to do with your performance and everything to do with Cora and her inappropriate stories."

He shot her a boyish grin. "Cora tells naughty stories?"

"You have no idea." Mia snickered. "And let's just say I didn't need any clarification on her liberal use of Scottish slang for the obscene bits."

Tom burst out laughing. "Brilliant! I love that woman."

"So do I," Mia agreed, finally giving in and running her fingers over the dash.

"Ah, well, you wouldn't know about Jaguar's Good To Be Bad commercials then. I was in three, the last with Ben Kingsley and Mark Strong."

"Ben Kingsley! Sir Ben Kingsley, the guy who played Ghandi?" Mia gasped. "Wait, he did a commercial?"

Tom chuckled and shook his head. "Of course, you would know Ben. Yes, but once you see them, you'll understand why. They were very… villainous. I think you'd like them."

The look he sent her caused Mia to squeeze her thighs together.

"Part of the deal was a car. This car. When everything went tits up after our parents died, I sold it, but when Kip's star began to rise, he bought it back for me. Insisted on it, though I cussed him out for spending the money."

"The same car? He bought the same car, not a similar one?"

"I was fortunate enough to sell it to a friend. He was kind enough to sell it back." He smiled fondly.

"Pretty good friend."

He glanced at her again as he drove along the winding roads. "He is. He and his wife have remained close, and I'm grateful for their friendship. I don't suppose the name Benedict Cumberbatch means anything to you?"

Mia's jaw dropped. "You know Sherlock Holmes?"

Tom groaned. "Why? Why is it only me you know nothing of?"

"Hey, I didn't know who Kip was either, even worse than you. At least I admired you."

He sent her a sultry smile. "Yes, you do admire me don't you?"

Mia blushed and changed the subject. "Was that the last job you took?"

"Coriolanus, actually. The ads were for the Super Bowl, so they were filmed long before, but I was performing at the Donmar Warehouse from December through February when the news came. I loved standing on that stage, performing live. Theatre was my first great love." He sighed. "Their death came only days after my last performance."

She reached over and curled her hand over his on the gear shift. "I'm sorry, Tom. Both for their loss and for yours. I can tell you miss it, acting."

"I do, but we would have lost Highpark. My family will always come first, not only as a duty but also because many depend on us. My father, for all his good traits, was a poor businessman. He preferred to spend and damn the consequences, no matter who it hurt in the end."

The bitterness didn't go unnoticed, though he tried to hide it with a flash of a smile.

Mia let it go unacknowledged, drifting her fingers down the back of his hand and around to circle his wrist, where she lightly stroked his pulse point. "There is one thing I don't like about your car."

"How could you not like something in this car?" he muttered.

She glanced pointedly behind them. "No back seat." She let that sit for a beat as his pulse jumped under her fingers. "And really, the consul makes any front-seat shenanigans difficult." It jumped again and beat hard, making her bite her cheek to keep a straight face.

"You are a cruel woman," he growled, shifting just a little to spread his thighs.

"Payback can be a real bitch." She chuckled, settling in to enjoy the drive.

The restaurant was quaint. It was small, the lighting dim, and the seating secluded.

It was definitely a date place.

Mia looked around and found only other couples in singles or pairs as they were led to a table set back in an alcove where the hostess waited to take Mia's coat, pour glasses of water, and leave them with their menus. As she walked away, she pulled a cord that dropped half the swept-back curtain, closing out the restaurant without completely closing them in.

She smirked at the stripped, tasselled addition and arched a brow in amusement. "Swanky."

Tom snickered. "I may have called ahead and called in a favour to get us this table. It's usually reserved well in advance, but the owner is a friend and made an exception."

"And the people who were supposed to have this table?" she asked, wondering if they'd ruined someone else's special occasion.

"Agreed to come at a later date and have their dinner comped. They were happy with the arrangement, and so was I."

Mia smiled, glad it seemed so easy and picked up the menu. "So, you know the owner?"

"We were mates at Uni. He was rubbish at acting but amazing in the kitchen. Eventually, he went to Paris and trained there, but he wanted to come home and start this." Tom waved at the walls. "It's very exclusive, and people come from London, Edinburgh, all over really to eat here."

"I'm impressed." And she was. As she read through the menu, she grew even more so. Everything sounded delicious.

As she was about to ask what Tom would recommend, the curtain swept back to reveal a large, portly, grinning man.

"Thomas!"

"Malcolm!" Tom smiled, rising to do the manly shake and shoulder hug. "It's good to see you."

"As it's been years since ye've bothered to make the drive, yer damn right it's good to see me," Malcolm blustered. "And ye, calling in a favour without so much as a by the by." Then he turned to her, eyes bright with teasing laughter. "But with such a bonny companion, I canna blame ye for doin' all that beggin'."

Tom huffed. "I didn't beg. I requested assistance."

Malcolm leaned down and whispered, "Begged. Almost in tears, he was."

Mia snickered. "I could see it."

"Camila!" Tom gasped, but his smile said he didn't mind her teasing.

"Camila, is it? A bonny name for a bonny lass." Malcolm took her hand and kissed her knuckles like something out of a rakish fantasy novel.

"Leave off flirting with my date, please," Tom grumbled.

"Oi, territorial, are we?" Malcolm snickered. "She must be mighty special this one."

Mia blushed and glanced at Tom, only to find him staring at her intently.

"Very much so," Tom agreed, his foot sliding against her ankle.

Malcolm beamed. "I'll take those." He plucked the menu from Mia's fingers and snagged Tom's off the table. "Tonight, ye eat what ye get. Allergies?"

Mia shook her head, an action mirrored by Tom.

"I ken ye've none. Ye ate everything and anything put before you for years!" Malcolm muttered as he walked off.

"You have an interesting friend." Mia chuckled.

"He's something at any rate," Tom agreed.

"Well? Should we get the tough questions out of the way?" Mia asked, finding his calf with the toe of her shoe.

He arched a brow. "And those would be?"

"Favourite artist, movie, and colour."

Tom shook his head. "And here I expected you to lead with hockey team. Are you Canadians not known to be wild for hockey?"

Mia rolled her eyes. "Sure, for some people. I never got into hockey, not really. I'll watch it and cheer if it's on the TV, but I'd rather go paint or read."

"That doesn't surprise me." He chuckled. "Rodin, Heat, and blue or red."

"Why Rodin?" she asked.

"I like the movement in the work. Other artists can create beautiful works of rock, but something about his, perhaps the roughness of the piece rising from unfinished stone, evokes this deeply provocative feeling. It is like looking at emotion rather than seeing the person feeling it."

Mia leaned closer, fascinated by his insight. "Your favourite piece?"

"The Eternal Idol." The intensity was back as he leaned toward her. "I love the language of it. It is worshipful, languid, serene and stunningly sensual. He is enamoured of her, desperate to show her, but afraid to touch the object of his desire. And she, the way Rodin cast her face in this breathless moment of utter adoration as she gazes tenderly down on him. I did not know one could capture love in stone until I first laid eyes on the piece."

"Tom," she whispered, enchanted.

He caressed her cheek. "She is perfection."

Mia couldn't tell if he still spoke of the statue or not and cleared her throat.

He grinned and sat back. "Same questions."

It was an out from the thickening tension, and Mia seized it with both hands. "Van Gogh, The Fifth Element, and green."

"Van Gogh? Really?"

She frowned. "What's wrong with Van Gogh?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. I just expected something a little more obscure, perhaps someone less well known."

"I have others that I like, but his style inspired my own. With a little Andy Warhol thrown in."

"That I can see," he agreed. "But I must admit I have never seen - nor I think heard of - the movie you picked."

Mia shook her head and grinned wryly. "It's a guilty pleasure. This very colourful, neon, sci-fi action movie starring Bruce Willis, Mia Jovovich, and Chris Tucker. It's your typical hero/heroine, save the world, fall in love, and have a happy ending."

Amusement danced in his eyes. "You'll have to show it to me."

"Only if you promise not to make fun of me for it."

"I make no promises." He chuckled. "But I will do my best."

The curtain twitched back as the waitress arrived with a bottle of wine, compliments of Malcolm. Tom stopped her at half-pour, indicating he was driving, but Mia accepted a full glass. The waitress left the bottle and slipped away.

"You can't make fun of it," Mia insisted. "It's my tub movie, and if you spoil that for me, I'll never forgive you."

Tom leaned forward again, bracing his forearms on the table. "What, pray tell, is a tub movie?"

"It's the movie I watch in the bathtub." When he only grinned at her, she shrugged. "What? Like you don't watch a movie or read a book in the bathtub."

"Can't say I'm overly fond of baths. I'm more of a shower man."

"Maybe you're doing them wrong," she quipped.

His smile widened. "Is that an invitation to see how one has a proper bath?"

Mia smirked over the lip of her wine glass and ran her foot up his calf. "Play your cards right, and we'll see."

"Don't tempt me, love," he purred, shooting heat to her core.

She swallowed and set her glass on the table before leaning in again. "I do what I want, pet."

His eyes darkened. "Naughty girl. Don't start something I can't finish, Mia."

"But we've established that I'm well acquainted with mischief," she whispered, her grin widening.

"Darling," he crooned, his gaze drifting down to her cleavage and back up, sparking fires in his wake. "If you keep this up, I will pull your chair over here, slide my hand beneath your skirt, and tease what I can only imagine is a very wet cunt until dinner arrives."

She gasped, excitement adding to the wetness he threatened to find for himself.

"Fuck, woman," he growled.

She was moments away from moving her chair herself when Malcolm returned with appetizers.

He paused as he took them in and asked, "Am I interrupting?"

"No," Mia murmured as Tom growled, "Yes."

Malcolm snickered. "Ye want me to close the other curtain?"

Mia blushed but laughed and shook her head. "Tom was just saying he's ravenous. Thank you for the food."

"I don't think it was the food he was after," Malcolm snickered but made himself scarce.

"It wasn't," Tom agreed, shifting his chair to the side to grab Mia's seat and scoot her closer to him at the round table.

The loud scrape of her chair made Mia laugh. "Discrete."

He leaned in and kissed her where her neck and shoulder met. "Discretion is what the tablecloth is for."

His hand was already sliding up her thigh, but Mia stopped him. "Tom."

"Too fast?"

"A little. I know I'm just as bad." She sighed. "I'll tone down the teasing."

"Please don't." He smirked, squeezing her hand.

Mia shot him a grateful glance. "Maybe it's pitiful, but Colt was my only relationship. Shifting back into dating after five, well four really, years is an adjustment."

His arm found the back of her chair as they shared the tasty appetizers. "How long has it been since you and he split up?"

"Emotionally? Over a year. In reality, a week before I moved here, but we weren't intimate anymore. We were pretty much roommates pretending to be more."

"And he hasn't reached out? Not even to apologize?"

Mia shook her head. "I told him not to. We were done, had been for a long time, and what he did was unforgivable. I had Fergus return the ring when I realized I was still wearing it. By now, I'm sure he's moved on." She tilted her head to look at Tom. "And so am I."

"Good," he murmured, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. "He didn't deserve you. He had no idea the treasure he discarded."

She turned into him and kissed him sweetly before breaking away. "What about you? When was your last relationship?"

"Serious?" He hummed and chewed as he thought. "Before I did Coriolanus, so twenty-thirteen.

Mia froze before looking at him in shock. "Ten… ten years?"

He grinned a little sheepish and embarrassed. "Well, between the disaster that was Highpark, my parent's death, the loss of my career, and then the virus, it became rather insignificant. Dating as a rising star isn't without its pitfalls either, so even before, my serious relationships were few and far between. I had dalliances, but they never lasted, which worked for both parties at the time."

"I'm sorry, that was judgy of me. You didn't gasp when I said I've only been with one man."

This time, he froze before looking at her in bafflement. "Only? As in first and only?"

Mia blushed and nodded. "I… didn't have time to focus on work, living, school, all that and men. The only person I had to count on was me, so if I fucked up, I didn't eat, or have heat, or any number of bad things."

"So you began dating in university?"

She nodded. "Friends first, then dating. He convinced me to move in with him before the pandemic."

He was quiet for a moment before he said, "I can't say I'm sorry it didn't work out because I'm not. You're here with me because he couldn't see how incredible you are."

She smiled. "Even if I talk to Loki?"

He laughed and rested his forehead against hers. "Especially for that. Though I must admit, I spoke to him yesterday after you left."

"You did?" she whispered, surprised and humbled that he believed her so completely.

"Maybe we're both mad." He brushed his nose along hers. "But I thanked him… for saving a special child so she could grow into an exquisite woman."

"Tom," she breathed, utterly overwhelmed.

He cupped her face and held her still as their speeding breaths mingled before he captured her lips in a tender kiss she felt seep into her bones.

A throat cleared.

They broke apart like guilty teenagers for the second time today.

"I do appear to have poor timing." Malcolm grinned, setting a plate in front of each of them. "Enjoy. And Tommy, old boy, remember. It's a curtain, not a wall."

"Fuck off!" Tom snarled.

Malcolm's booming laughter followed him back to the kitchen.

Mia giggled and dug into her salad.

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exist4me · 2 years

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Stressful Day

Hi! I am new to writing. Please read my little blurb. feedback is appreciated. THANK YOU :)

cw:angst?fluff

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You stared at the TV watching a random reality show, when you heard the front door was slammed shut. You thought your boyfriend must be home.

"Honey is that you?". You yelled leaving the living room.

You met Aaron in the kitchen as he angrily undid his ties after throwing his briefcase onto the marbled countertop.

"Babe are you okay? How was work?"

He let out a grunt, grumbling fine under his breath.

"It doesn't seem fine. What happened?" You asked in a concerned voice.

"I'm not ready to talk about it love." Aaron said exhausted. You sighed " that's Okay...how about you go upstairs and undress while I run you a bath to relax"

Before Aaron could protest you quickly made your way upstairs to the bathroom to prepare a bath. You filled the tub with warm water, essential oils, and soap for bubbles. You added a few lit candles around the bathtub for ambiance.

"You can come in now"

Aaron walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist. " you didn't have to do this love but thank you" you smiled at him as he stripped down from the towel and got into the bath.

"I wanted to honey. I was hoping it'll make you feel better" you gave him a small smile.

Aaron let out a relaxed sigh. A moment passed when he decided to tell you about his day and the terrible meeting he had with Strauss. His boss has always been a touchy topic.

"I'm sorry you went through all that today babe. I wish I could lessen your burden" you expressed sadly.

Aaron looked at you lovingly." I appreciate what you did to make me feel better. Coming home to this...to you, makes my day a million times better." He smiled at you while holding your hand. You softly kissed each of his fingers before releasing his hand.

" I love you so much. Enjoy your bath hun. I'll be outside waiting to give you more love." you smiled brightly at your boyfriend.

Aaron chuckled at your statement. "I love you more. Thank you, darling."

#aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader

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mairablue · 8 months

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SCM - Department Of Wishes

Tauxolouve ♐- Song Of Bliss

For fluffbruary event ( @fluffbruary )

A/N: Sorry for the delay. 😔 I hope you enjoy reading this! 🥺🌹💕

Prompts: rescue | inertia | lullaby

5th February, 2024

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Sitting on the sofa, your phone in one hand and the other hand massaging your forehead, you pondered what to do first.

Your brother had just informed you about the sudden business trip that he has to attend. Time was running out as the clock showed 4 PM.

Taking a quick shower, you were brushing your hair; when the door bell started ringing. "( Name ), i am terribly sorry. If i had known earlier..." you brother explained.

"No, no it's alright. Don't worry, i will take care of Luna." you said, " You should get going. The traffic is terrible after 5 PM." you hugged him.

"Call me when you get there."

"I will, sis. Thanks." he said; quickly walking back to his car.

"Aunt, how are you? Do you have fever?" Luna asked, concerned. "No sweetie, i am alright." you said, smiling brightly, trying to ignore the headache.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" you asked.

"Will you not watch the movie?" she asked as you were walking to the kitchen. " I will, but first i need to prepare dinner. What would you like to eat?" you asked.

Luna shook her head and replied, "I am not sure. You pick something."

The door bell rang, as you were about to chopping some vegetables. Luna answered the door. "Aunt, your cool friend is here." she announced at the top of her lungs. Coming back to the living room, you saw Luna holding Tauxolouve's hand and leading him to the sofa.

She sat down next to him. "How are you?" she asked him excitedly. "I am doing well. How are you?" he asked.

The conversation continued. You decided to quickly finish cooking dinner, while they were talking.

6.50 PM, you walked back to the living room, carrying a tray, which contained three bowls and three spoons. Each bowl covered with a lid.

The movie had ended and the Television was turned off. Tauxolouve was reading Luna a story. Each delightful question she asked about the story, was answered in an equally enthusiastic manner.

Setting the tray on the table you said, "Dinner is ready." Luna looked up at you slightly disappointed, as according to her the story had just started to get interesting.

"10 minutes please. We can eat after that." she said looking up at you with that puppy eyed expression. "But, Tauxolouve is tired. He will read you the story later. " you said trying to reason with her.

She looked up at Tauxolouve who assured her that he isn't tired and resumed the story. Sitting next to Luna, you closed your eyes; resting your head on the sofa.

"Aunt? Wake up." Luna was softly tapping on your left hand. You softly rubbed your eyes. " What time is it?" you asked.

"7.46 PM." Tauxolouve replied. Quickly opening your eyes, you saw Tauxolouve, bringing a glass of warm water.

"You fell asleep. You looked tired, so we didn't want to wake you up. Uncle Louie fed me. The food was delicious, aunt. Thank you. " she said smiling at you.

Handing the glass to Luna, Tauxolouve sat on the sofa. You and Tauxolouve were eating in silence when Luna asked with a bright enthusiastic smile plastered on her face, "Will you sing some lullabies, uncle Louie?"

"Sweetie, he had a lot of work today. He needs to rest", You quickly add, "Maybe some other time." In hopes of pursuing her to change her mind.

"Uncle Louie?" Luna held Tauxolouve's hand and used the same puppy eyed expression all over again, "Please sing something for me. Just one song... please."

Her adorable expression and pleading tone worked its magic and soon Tauxolouve found himself looking at a book full of lyrics.

Brushing her hair, you braided it with a navy blue ribbon which matched her dress perfectly.

You tucked her in bed. As you were about to sit on the chair next to the bed, Luna held your hand. "Aunt, will you not stay here with me? What if there are ghosts under the bed?" she said slightly shivering at the thought of horrible creatures lurking under the bed.

You lied down beside her. She turned on her side and wrapped her hands around your left arm.

Tauxolouve began singing softly. The mellow tone of his voice filled the room with warmth. The words, soft as clouds filled in, by his honeyed voice, tenderly guiding you and Luna to dreamland.

By the time the song reached its conclusion, you and Luna were asleep.

Tauxolouve picked the chair and placed it infront of the study table. Keeping the book in the shelf; he turned off the light. Gently closing the door; he walked back to the living room.

#scm #star crossed myth #scm tauxolouve #scm karno #scm scorpio #scm huedhaut #scm aigonorus #scm leon #scm zyglavis #scm ichthys #scm krioff #scm partheno #scm dui #scm teorus #scm tauxolouve x reader #fluffbruary 2024

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seolarsonlyloveisyou · 4 months

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Inseparable Until The End

After all these years, never have I realized how I actually felt.

I never realized

The way my heart raced when he was next to me.

The way how I loved cuddling with him

The way how I felt like he was my world

I never realized

The way he would hug me from behind every morning when I make breakfast for both of us after a sleepover.

The way he would comfort me after countless arguments with my boyfriend.

The way he was there for me after my breakup

The way he would always call me everyday even though we went to different colleges in different states.

The way he would smile so brightly when he was with me

The way he quickly left the state he was in when I told him I was feeling very sick

How he hold my hand tightly as I lay down the hospital bed and heard I had stage III pancreatic cancer

How he would bring my favorite food and games so I could have fun

How he would peck my forehead goodnight when he had to leave

And how he would do the same thing over again the following day

How did I not notice?

I chose the wrong person to love

It should have been him

He made me feel what real love was

I was loved

I am loved

Is it the same love I feel?

Who knows

But how I wish I had more time

Doctors look at me with worry

Although the Whipple surgery is very risky for my state

They keep saying that I can still fight to live

How I want to believe them

I feel pain intensify as every day goes on

But I try hiding it for him

I wish not to see him cry again

All I can think of is the memories we have had together

Just how did I get so lucky…

♡♡♡

Being the new student wasn’t easy on you. You were hoping to make new friends at the new elementary school you just transferred to but with the many cliques’ students were in, you weren’t sure if you could. So, you ended up being alone at recess for the most part. You would feel stares at you as you sat on the wooden bench by yourself, reading. You would cry silently for someone to pull you away from the loneliness you felt. That’s when you met him.

“Are you crying?” said a voice in front of you. Wiping your tears quicky, you look up.

“No…I just…Nothing,”

“Oh, you sure- WAIT A SECOND” the boy exclaimed as he snatched your book from your hands. You feared how loud he was.

“You also read The Legend of The Eight Fearless Friends?” You questioned him as he excitedly flipped through the pages. He nodded jubilantly as his eyes gleamed when he flipped to a certain page.

“I haven’t collected all the books yet! Wow I feel soooo lucky holding one I haven’t collected yet. Say, who’s your favorite fearless hero? Mine’s Han Quokka!”

“Oh, I like Han Quokka too,” you grew a small smile as you finally found someone with the same interest as you.

“You know, I think I have seen you before. Near my home... what’s your name?”

“My name is y/n. What is your name?” you asked him, he smiled widely.

“My name is Jisung.”

From then on, Jisung was your best friend.

“You remember that day, right? How we bonded over that silly comic?” You smiled at Jisung as you recall that fond memory. He grinned like an idiot before feeding you another spoonful of rice.

“How could I not? It was the best decision I made in my life. My life would have ended dull if I didn’t come up to you,”

“Well, I’d say you made the right choice. I’m just that amazing.” you said as you motioned him to reach the glass of water next to him. As he passes the glass of water, your fingers touch, making you feel nervous again.

Muttering thanks, you drink from the cold cup along with the chemo medication you were told to take. Trailing your eyes around the room, you noticed that there were a few picture frames of you and Jisung that were not there before along with some family photos. You assumed he placed them down on the table across the room before waking you up for a meal.

“Oh right! I thought that lying in a plain white room with boring décor all day must be terrible. So, I decided to bring you some photos. Here, I haven’t placed this one yet.” Jisung says and hands you a frame he reached from his bookbag. He hands it to you as you gaze at the photo of himself.

“I figured that once I found a job around here, you would miss me. So, I’m giving you a photo of my gorgeous face. Admire as much as you want.” He proudly said as he posed cutely. You rolled your eyes at him.

You smiled, “Yeah no, keep flattering yourself.” He pouted at the reply before starting to tidy up the area. As much as you wanted him to stay longer, you knew he had to go. His interview for a job nearby will be soon and he can’t miss it. Although he is staying temporarily, he says he’ll work hard to earn money and pay for the upcoming surgery you will be having.

“I’ll tell you how it goes, okay?” Jisung said as you gave him a tight hug. You took a long breath in of his sweet aroma of cologne, sad that you’ll miss his scent. He kisses your forehead gently and pats your head before exiting the room. You stare a while longer at the door before hearing friction against metal. Turning around, the curtain separating the joined rooms open wider. You met eyes with your roommate, Ms. Lee Jia.

“Ya, y/n-a, who is that young man to you? I keep seeing him every day now.” said the elderly women from the bed near yours.

You smiled warmly, “Oh, he’s just been a friend of mine since childhood. We were just inseparable as kids after we found out we were neighbors, so we stayed close,”

“That’s cute. Is it safe for me to assume you two are a couple?”

“Oh my, ajumeoni! Of course not. He probably sees me as a sister...either way, how was your lunch?” you nervously stated out loud. She just giggled at your reaction before laying back down and staring at the ceiling.

“I loved the story that you told your friend. Was that how you two met?”

“Yeah...Sometimes I wonder how I got lucky with him.”

“If you don’t mind, could you tell me another story about the two of you? I could use it as my bedtime story.” Although she still faced the ceiling, she smiled warmly. You couldn’t say no to her.

♡♡♡

Once in middle school, both you and Jisung were inseparable. Everyone knew that. You two would frequently get in trouble talking in class, hang out in the library in your free time, eat lunch together, and go walk around. Both didn’t really take school seriously until freshman year. Thats when stuff changed for the both of you.

Jisung spent more time studying as he stated he wanted to have a better future and provide it to his other half. You didn’t understand what he meant by that but supported him. You would stick with him in the library to help each other review and share snacks. Sometimes, even goofing off but still staying serious.

What changed for you was that you got your first boyfriend in sophomore year. When you told Jisung, he congratulated you but there was something in his demeanor that changed. He was the same Jisung as before, but you could tell he acted a bit strange. He was playful but not as much as before. You brushed it off, hoping it wouldn’t last long but the strange vibe remained during your relationship with your boyfriend.

“It was right after my breakup, he felt normal again”

“How come, dear?”

“well...”

“What do you mean you’re still at Sua’s party...I don’t care Jinyoung, do you know what time it is! Hey no...I'm sorry for raising my voice, I’m just really worried...”

You paced nervously as you confronted your boyfriend over the phone. “I just want you home so please come soon.” With that, you ended the call and sigh. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Why did he go alone to Sua’s place and leave you at his? Just why is he still at Sua’s place after midnight?

You sat down on the couch facing the front door. You waited and waited until you fell asleep. Hours later, you regain consciousness when a loud sound of glass breaking is heard. You shot your eyes open, but quickly eased down as you noticed a familiar figure. He was standing-more like swaying-- near the dining table, looking down.

“...Jinyoung? When did you get here?” You groggily stood up from the couch and approached him only to stop. You saw he had broken a picture frame of your family and Jisung. You rushed and kneeled to see the damage; thankful it wasn’t severe.

“Why...why did you break it?”

“...”

“Jinyoung, are you drunk-”

“Leave me alone, y/n” He tried to leave but you stood and grabbed him by the arm.

“No...I need to know why you were gone for hours! Why were you at Sua’s?? And why are you coming home just now? You left me alone at your place waiting for you! Like why invite me over to stay but then ditch me to go to a party?!”

“Y/N I do NOT want to talk about this right now! I want to sleep, and you are making me angry with your yelling!” He angrily pull away from your grip and pushed you. He headed to the bedroom and all you could do was tear up.

“I need to know why”

After cleaning the glass shards and making sure he was asleep, you grabbed his phone. You unlocked it using his thumb and went straight to the bathroom. You went to his camera roll to see if he took pictures as he loves to.

You found nothing

You then decided to look through his chats and found nothing suspicious. You were going to give up but then realized you didn’t see Sua’s contact. Strange that he wouldn’t have her number after knowing her for years now. You scrolled back to the top and found an unsaved number. You thought it was just one of those scams or promotion numbers, so you skipped it, but you had to make sure.

You clicked on it and your heart felt heavy. Tears swelled your eyes as you scrolled through the awful conversation your boyfriend was having about you with this person. You stop scrolling when you see a picture of Sua and her dirty texts.

“Oh dear, that sounds terrible. What happened afterwards?” The elderly woman stared at you with sympathy. You look down.

“I collected my things and drove home to my parents. And I guess I was loud when I came home because when I was going to open the front door, I heard his voice. Jisung was awake and wondered why I was outside at 3 in the morning.”

“He comforted you, right?”

“Yeah, he did”

“Y/n? What are you doing?” You heard from your right. You turned and saw that Jisung was opening the fence that led to the front yard. As he made his way to you, you noticed his disheveled hair and the pj’s you gave him for his birthday, Han Quokka themed pj’s.

“Weren’t you staying with your boyfriend?”

“Something came up...Look its nothing serious-”

“If it's nothing serious, why are you here at 3 in the morning? Not to mention, you look like you have been crying.” You looked away but he grabbed your face gently to make you face him. Even if you tried hiding it, he knew you were very upset.

You couldn’t help but start to sob and quickly ramble about how much you hated Jinyoung. Jisung was taken aback but hugged you tightly.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Why don’t we head inside, and you tell me what happened, okay?” He held you against him as he walked back to the fence. After locking the fence behind him, he led you to an open window, his room. you crawled inside his room after he did. Before high school, you would jump through his window to have secret sleepovers when your parents didn’t let you go out, upset with them, or felt lonely.

After laying down in his bed and Jisung giving you tissues, you told him everything that went down. You were broken, fragile, and afraid that Jisung wouldn’t want to hear you. But during your rambling, Jisung held your hand tightly, reassuring you.

“That jerk, he doesn’t deserve someone so special as you honey. He may not have seen how much you value, and that is his loss. You, my dear, are someone very special and I wish to spend all my life with you if I could. You are someone that I appreciate as you give me comfort. Too bad that Jinyoung will never receive that genuine love you gave him.”

Hearing someone that you care about saying sweet things about you made you feel a bit better. Especially if it was coming from Jisung.

“Have you broken up with him yet, though?”

“In my mind, yes. But he doesn’t know about it yet.” You sighed. Jisung then stood up and exited his room, making you confused. “Jisung? Where did you go to?” You whispered, not wanting to get caught inside his house now.

After he didn’t reply, you decided to dispose of the tissues and then wrap yourself in Jisungs softest blanket. You just couldn’t relax knowing that your soon-to-be ex was with someone else. Just as you were going to break down again, Jisung came back with a bowl.

He handed you the bowl with your favorite snacks and smiled “Why don’t we watch a movie? I’ll take your mind off this mess, so what do you say?” He then grabbed the remote to his tv and searched for a movie.

Your heart skipped at his actions.

Gosh, he’s just so kind and perfect

“Well, it's kinda late...Oh whats that one about?”

Not long after, you fell asleep with your head against the jisungs shoulder. When Jisung noticed, he made sure to wrap the blanket tighter around you. He gently brushed your hair away from your face and kissed your forehead. His eyes lingered on your face, tracing your features.

“How I wish you knew”

♡♡♡

“And then, I made breakfast for the both of us.” You smiled as you remembered how Jisung took care of you. You then looked at the elderly women Infront of you and you could tell she was about to doze off.

You bitterly smiled, “I think I should also get some more rest before the surgery. Good night, Ms. Lee...”

You woke up to the feeling of something poking your side. You got up from your laying position, squinting your eyes as they adjusted to the light. You looked at Jisung next to you and smiled.

“You’re back so soon, how did you do?”

“I think I did very well! They said they would be contacting me soon,” His eyes sparkled as he excitedly stated. You looked down and softly smiled, afraid that looking at him any longer would make you want to confess to him. Before Jisung could tell you something else, your doctor came in.

“Ms. L/N, your surgery will be starting soon. Like we stated before, we will be reconstructing the anatomy after detaching the head of the pancreas and other organs, taking much of the cancer as possible. We will be coming shortly to take you to the OR. I’ll give you some time with your visitor.” Dr. Jeon stated before leaving.

You were worried. You knew that the surgery was very risky and even with success, post-operative complications are severe. You would also still need monitoring and be taking chemotherapy. The question though is, were you up for that risk? You just couldn’t shake away the racing negative thoughts.

Jisung took your hand. “Fight to live, okay? I’ll be waiting for you right here.”

“I’ll try but, I'm not so sure if I want to do this anymore...what if I don’t make it? What if something wrong happ-”

“No, don’t say that! Please don’t say that Jagiya...” Jisung exclaimed as he hugged you tightly. “I promise you will make it out, okay?”

You could tell Jisung was anxious yet tried looking positive for you. You hugged him back, reassuring him even though you knew the possible outcome.

“Ms. L/N, it's time to take you.” Dr. Jeon announced as he and other doctors started to unhook your bed from the wall. You took one look last look at jisung’s teary eyes.

It's now or never

“I love you”

“...what?”

“Jisung...I love you. I've been wanting to say that for a while. I know this might be an inappropriate time for a confession, but with the possibility of dying, I just had to let you know. Take care for me, okay?”

Jisung was shocked after hearing the confession, but he couldn’t reply to you as you had left him.

“Pancreatic fluids are leaking!”

“Thats going to harm the pancreatic tissue, I need suction and needle driver!”

“It appears she’s going into DIC; her blood is clotting, Dr. Jeon!”

“Hemostat, we need to keep the blood clotting under control. Suction, there's too much blood in the way and it's not slowing down.”

“Her heart, she’s going into ventricular fibrillation. Her heart has an irregular beating. Start the chest compressions and get the AED.”

After grabbing the AED, Dr. Jeon started sending electric shocks to your body, trying to get you stable. But you weren’t responding to the aid they were giving.

Ms. Lee woke up from her slumber and noticed a panicked Jisung pacing in the room. “Hey, you’re the young man that visits her right?” She questioned him while getting up.

“Huh? Oh yes, I’m Jisung”

“Where is y/n?”

“She’s been in the operating room for more than an hour now. She should have been here by now...”

“Young man, why don’t you take a seat? I'm sure if y/n-a comes back, she would not like you in this state.” Jisung apologized before taking a seat. He tried to calm himself down. For her

Both sat in silence, not knowing what to say to each other. Comforting words weren’t really on Ms. Lee’s side, but she hoped that her presence would do enough for Jisung.

Just then, Dr. Jeon entered the room looking solemn. “Mr. Han?”

“Yes, Dr. Jeon. What happened?” Han stood up immediately.

“I'm afraid to announce Ms. Y/N died during surgery. In Whipple surgery, it’s common for an artery rupture to occur. With it being fatal to cancer that is advance, that was the cause of her death. We tried out best, so we apologize that this was the outcome.” Dr. Jeon stated disappointingly before leaving.

Jisung didn’t hear clearly what Dr. Jeon said as he broke down the second he heard you passed away. Although he kept wiping his eyes, he couldn’t stop his tears from overflowing. Ms. Lee patted his back and gave her condolences. She tried to calm him down, but he didn’t. You were his world and now you were gone.

“I didn’t get to say ‘I love you’ back...”

#stray kids #han jisung #skz stay #skzoo #skz #han x reader #han jisung x reader #han jisung x y/n #han jisung x you #han x y/n #skz x reader

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Ultima Ex Nobis | ch. XI

Nessian AU word count: ~2,8k words warnings: mentions of bad mental health summary: Six years into a global pandemic which was caused by a mass fungal infection that turns hosts into zombie-like creatures and makes the whole of Prythian collapse, the former army general Cassian Cadell is tasked with one very special mission – escorting Nesta Archeron, one of the few immune survivors, across a post-apocalyptic Prythian to a group of people of the name L. Their identity is unknown but they can make an antidote.

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“No?” Cassian raises a brow, watching in amusement how Nesta starts to fiddle with her fingers. “I just mean that you need the rest more than I do, you can have the bed.”

Her cheeks feel a little warm when a small smile appears on her face. Her heart is beating a little faster then, and she has a hard time holding Cassian’s gaze. His eyes are just so deep, so full of life and they pierce right into her soul. It feels like all her thoughts and emotions are revealed to the general when he looks at her like this.

“That is alright, Nes, the couch will do. You get the bed, discussion over.” He grins brightly, looking around in the kitchen to see if there is any food he dive into. Eris once again comes to his rescue and places his duffle bag on the counter, inside there are several things, also clothes, but most importantly food. There are cans with all sorts of food revealed to the others when the former doctor fully opens his bag and starts to unpack. Nesta watches the three men, standing around the food like it is some prey they have just caught. The corner of her mouth twitches upwards when she thinks ‘men’ and internally chuckles.

“Can opener?” Azriel asks and turns to the counter, opening some drawers to look inside. But Cassian is quicker. Next to the wooden block that holds some kitchen knives there is a can opener which he quickly fetches so he can dig into the first can. But Eris stops him, “Careful and most importantly, we need to save our resources. We have to share, and can only eat the bare minimum. I did not really plan on having to share my food with so many people.”

“Just with Azzy,” Cassian comments, a hint of amusement in his voice. But he understands — understands how serious the situation is and that they have to ration their food.

Nesta cocks her head a little, watching how carefully Cassian holds the can in his big hand, gentle opening it so nothing sweeps over the edges. His hands are so big, Nesta thinks, and so beautiful. Cassian has definitely the most beautiful hands she has ever seen and somehow she misses his touch, how his arm feels around her. Tonight they would not sleep together, he would not place his arm around, he would sleep downstairs and that thought makes anxiety bloom in her chest, a kernel of panic taking root in her heart. She would have to sleep alone, be alone in a dark room, which would give way to all those terrible nightmares. She could not—

“Beans?” A plate is held under Nesta’s nose and she lifts her gaze to look into Cassian’s eyes. He smiles at her and then grins.

“No worries, they can make you fart like hell, but you have the whole room to yourself. So you can pass as much wind as you want.” He chuckles at his own words, Azriel joining in but Eris keeps a straight face. So does Nesta, but not because she does not find Cassian funny, but because her thoughts are still with having to be alone that night and she has to admit it scares her terribly. “Thank you,” she finally whispers and reaches for the plate.

“I am also happy I am down here alone, those beans always make me super bloated.” Cassian scoops up a spoonful of said beans and shoves it into his mouth. Nesta finally leaves her haunting thoughts a little and chuckles slightly at his foolishness. Even during this shitty time he manages to be happy, and smile and talk so freely.

“Information I didn’t really did,” Azriel comments matter-of-factly and digs into his own plate, giving Eris a sidelong glance. But the doctor does not notice, his eyes are trained on the window.

“Azriel, you said you came across a Shambler?”

Azriel dips his chin and Eris finally averts his gaze, looking at his partner. “Are you sure it was a Shambler? Bloated made me think of the Bloaters. They are also stage four infected.”

“It was a Shambler,” Cassian cuts in and speaks around a mouthful of beans. “Absolutely sure. Why?”

Eris gives his head a little shake. “No, I was just curious. I am trying to figure out where which types of infected are. I will put it in my map later.” He points his spoon at his bag.

Her voice is barely above a whisper when Nesta asks, “What are Bloaters, if I may ask?”

With a small smile on his face, Eris lifts his gaze to her and opens his mouth. “Of course you may. Have those two fools not explained anything to you?”

Cassian looks almost a little sheepish at the accusation while Azriel keeps his straight and unreadable expression as usual. “I thought so. Well, here we go. How much do you know about the infected?”

“I don’t know too much,” Nesta answers and adds, “I know that I got bitten and nothing happened.” She chuckles a little and the sound is so pure and rich it makes Cassian’s chest warm and his head whips to hers. He wants to see her when she smiles, when she chuckles, how her eyes light up a little, because those moments where she laughs are not nearly enough, but Nesta too beautiful to not look at her when she does.

“Good, then lets start at the very beginning, you know there are four stages of infected?”

Nesta nods and explains the few things she knows and she has heard Keir and Bryallin talk about and that Cassian has told her. Eris inclines his head in acknowledgement and sets out to explain everything to her in detail. She has a right to know and Cassian only realises then that he should have done the explaining already. But there have been too many things on his mind, still are, he has never thought about it, has only given her minor details.

“Runners are those who have recently been infected with the Cordyceps virus. In short, the Cordyceps, I think you have been told is a parasitic fungal infection that attacks the brain first and then spreads out and destroys the host’s whole body.” Eris pauses and waits for Nesta’s nod, her go so he can continue.

“Runners are very fast, but rather weak and clumsy. But very dangerous due to their speed.”

“I think it was a Runner who turned me,” Nesta interrupts and the waves her hand in Eris’ direction so he can continue. He flashes her a small, empathetic smile and continues. “Stalkers are the second stage of infected. infected take between two weeks and one year to reach this stage.” Eris pauses to take another bite of his food and Nesta is impressed how he can do this, she feels a little nauseas at the explanations, yet desperately wants to know them.

“Stalkers have the vision and speed of Runners and you recognise them by their distinct croaking noises they make. Most of them also have only one eye left the other is pushed out of the socket by the fungal growth.”

Her face is a little green when Nesta places her plate down on the dusty window sill and scratches over her upper arms. A little amused smile blooms on Azriel face, Eris chuckles a little and Cassian looks a little paler, a disgusted grimace on his face. “I can stop, Nesta. With the explanation I mean.” “No!” Nesta quickly says and frantically shakes her head. “Please, continue.”

“Well you know some things about Clickers and Shamblers you said. And there are Bloaters which are an alternative fourth stage next to the Shamblers. They are rarer but utmost dangerous. Bloaters are incredibly strong and covered in thick fungus that effectively acts as armor for them. It is extremely difficult to defeat them.”

“But can you defeat them?” Nesta asks cautiously, goosebumps appearing on her skin. She shudders a little and finally picks up her plate again, forking one tiny bean.

“You can,” Azriel answers. “With fire.” His throat works on a swallow and Eris’ arm immediately reaches out, his hand taking Azriel’s into his, squeezing. Maybe fire has caused Azriel’s scars, Nesta gathers.

After Nesta thanks Eris for all the explanations, they continue eating in silence. It is late when Eris and Azriel decide to first go wash their bodies and then return to their room, the tiredness is etched into both their features and both Cassian and Nesta know that even though they seem quite relieved about finally being reunited again, they have a lot to discuss — a lot to discuss in privacy.

Nesta walks into the adjoint living room when Eris and Azriel ascend the staircase and her eyes immediately land on the huge bookshelf. Her feet move on their own accord, she brushes past the old and dusty couch and a box of toys. The sight of it makes her heart squeeze and she shudders but tries to focus on the shelf filled with books. Her eyes wander over the in dust covered bindings, but she does not care, the colours and titles are still perfectly visible. There are some lexica, dictionaries and other books, but those do not catch her attention. It is the romance books that do.

Her finger tips brush the spines of the books and they halt on a darker one. She pulls it out of the shelf, her eyes trailing over the title “A Touch of Darkness” and she flips the book over to read through the blurb. The story sounds phenomenal, her eyes are glowed to the words and if her mind wasn’t too occupied with everything going on around her she would have dove right into it.

“So you like music and reading. Anything else I need to know about you, Nes?”

Still caught in a stupor, Nesta swirls around and nearly drops the book. Cassian is leaning in the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest while he silently regards Nesta.

“No, I guess that is it. I am not very interesting,” she bites out, repeating what she has heard a lot of times in her life already. If you weren’t immune, no one would care about you.

Her teeth are clenched a little and she averts her gaze, looking at the small television sitting on a console and the radio Cassian is currently walking up to.

With the book in her hand, Nesta plops down on the couch but she knows she won’t read anything. She can’t focus. “So you want to read then?” Cassian asks almost if he could read her mind.

Nesta gives her head a little shake. “I think I can’t focus.”

The former general inclines his head in acknowledgment. “I understand that.”

Cassian leans against the console, folding his hands over his chest. “So Elain?” he questions, his tone sympathetic.

"My sister. Just like Feyre. I think you know her,” Nesta answers sharply. Her heart dips in her chest. Cassian nearly gasps. He has completely forgotten about that, and now wonders why Rhys has never mentioned her, never talked more about Nesta. After all she is his girlfriend’s sister.

“We didn’t have the perfect relationship — Feyre and I.” She opened up to much, Nesta realises in this moment and really wants to take the words back. She does not want to talk about it, but she has just opened a can of worms that she can’t close anymore.

Cassian slowly inclines his head, his face gloomy and sad. “And you and Elain?”

“I loved her and then I lost her. That is it.” Conversation is over for Nesta, but not for Cassian. He leans forward a little, looking at her intently. “Nesta, I am sorry you lost her. You want to talk about it?” She wants to shake her head, but stops. Maybe it is good finally sharing it? Finally opening up and sharing it with someone. She has kept it to herself for so long, for all these years.

“Elain was with me when I got bitten. I…I pushed her away, hoping she could escape. I really hope she ran, but I don’t know if she—“ “She left you behind?” Cassian is furious, and can’t believe it.

“I wanted her to leave me alone. She had no chance. I pushed her down a slope. I needed her to leave!” Nesta almost shouts, rage burning inside of her, tears brimming her eyes. “I had to do it. Can we change the topic?” There is pleading in her voice and Cassian nods, again, understanding now that she really does not want to talk. But he wants to be there for her somehow. He turns a little and pushes a button on the radio, turning it on. It groans at first which Cassian manages to fix rather quickly.

“Let’s dance, Nes!”

The former general reaches his hand out. The radio is cracking behind them once again before a soft tune starts to play and Nesta feels tingles in her legs. She looks up at Cassian with big eyes and places her book down. She does not care right now. Dancing has always helped. Her feet almost move on their own accord and make Nesta stand up and walk up to the general. She hesitates for a moment, nervousness rising inside of her. This would be an extremely intimate situation, but she will allow herself this moment.

Yes, it's gonna be a cold, lonely summer

But I'll fill the emptiness

Cassian’s hand and then his arm slowly, almost tentatively sneak around Nesta’s waist while his other hand takes hers into his. It is so small, almost fragile in his large hand, but he loves the feel of it — how perfectly they fit. They make eye contact the moment Cassian starts to lead them, a beautiful smile blooming on his face and Nesta wonders where he learned to dance like this.

I'll send you all my dreams every day in a letter

Sealed with a kiss

“I like that song. It is so beautiful.” Nesta whispers and once again meets Cassian’s gaze, this time they lock and they look into each other’s eyes like there is nothing else in this world but the two of them. And for this short, fleeting moment, it is truly just them.

I'll see you in the sunlight

I'll hear your voice everywhere

I'll run to tenderly hold you

But baby, you won't be there

“As beautiful as the woman I am currently dancing with.” Cassian’s hands grab hers tighter and he moves her just an inch closer. Cassian grins brightly, moving them over the ground with graceful simplicity. Nesta enjoys this more than she has enjoyed anything in the past months, years. She relishes in the simplicity of this moment, in the feel of Cassian’s solid body and how he easily moves them over the floor. She loves it and finally has to grin. Her eyes are aglow, still locked with Cassian’s when the grin on her face spreads from one ear to the other, her cheeks warming a little. Cassian’s skin tingles, his heart coming alive at the grin on her face. He never wants it to fade.

It is the radio that puts a spoke in their wheel. The moment the song finishes the radio starts groaning and croaking again and the two of them reluctantly have to part.

They are a little awkward, not quite sure what to talk about, in the seconds that follow and so Cassian suggests that he will take a shower first and then Nesta can do so. Nesta agrees, watching how Cassian disappears into the bathroom on the ground floor, softly closing the door behind him.

Her cheeks are still hot when Nesta falls face forward onto the couch and grins into on of the old and shabby pillows. “Oh god!” she expresses happily and slaps one hand onto the couch. She feels like she is sixteen again, with her very first crush and oh god, the butterflies are doing crazy things in her belly and she can’t stop herself from grinning. The moment has ended way too quickly, but it still happened and that thought alone makes her incredibly happy.

She is still smiling when she hears the door open and quickly sits up, her hands smoothing down her hair and dress and—

Her jaw drops to the ground when she sees the former general standing in the middle of the corridor in his half-naked glory, water still visible on his solid, sculpted chest. Her mouth dries out and her mind goes blank and there is only one thing on her mind — desire.

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