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seducing your neighbor 101.

in which cove is an open book, and you have always known what he likes. fortunately for you, you're also well aware of what you want.

♡ nsfw, no au, gn + afab or amab reader ♡ sub / service top cove + gentle dom bottom reader ♡ pre-established relationship, oral sex (reader receiving), mostly vanilla save for cove's anklet fixation bleeding into brief foot worship(?)

you are many, many things - but you aren't stupid.

perhaps it was because you saw a bit of yourself in the way your neighbor and closest friend acted around you, but you've known cove has had a crush on you for quite a while. of course, you'd never want to pressure him into anything without a bit of delicacy, and so you resigned to wait for him to tell you instead at the ripe age of 13.

it's been about seven years since then. he still hasn't told you. even after you moved in together, got pets together, started sharing a bed - he has not told you.

and you are many, many things - but you aren't completely patient, either.

as fun as all the sneaky glances and playful banter that this cat-and-mouse game has granted you are, you're not about to pretend that this is all you want. and you've known cove long enough to know when he wants something too - especially when it's something he feels like he can't have.

so thus begins your grand plan to let him know that you're something - someone - that he is very allowed to have.

from leaving your nicest underwear in plainest view in the wash during his laundry days to spending your mornings in practically nothing when you're on breakfast duty, every hint you hurl at him couldn't be more glaringly obvious. you're sure he knows that you're up to something - after all, it's not like he's stupid either although you're working on changing that.

but, stubborn as ever, he still refuses to make a move.

and with how impatient you can be, you're getting sick of playing the long game with him. therefore, you've decided that you won't play at all - you'll just have to set up the stage for him to reap the rewards himself.

so here you find yourself, curled up in your shared bed - he really has gotten better at that - with...

...a vibrator pressed against your clit.

...your fingers wrapped around your cock.

short breaths punch out from your lungs as you shiver, feeling another lightning-bolt shock of pleasure lap against your nerves. shifting your legs to spread open further draws a high whimper out of you as your head turns, face pressed into cove's pillow as you steadily work yourself to climax.

"ohh f- fuck, cove-" you whine, teeth aching to dig into more than just his pillowcase. the little lace number you'd done yourself up in today clings to your sweat-damp skin, and your chest heaves against the thin straps with every curl of pleasure that digs into your core. "c'mon, fuck, fffuck- yyeah, mhm, mhm mhm-"

magma flows through your blood as you arch up and cry out, a rambled covecovecove spilling from parted lips as you cum. you collapse against the sheets, flushed and fucked out, riding out your orgasm in soft squelches of sweat and cum against trembling fingers.

your timing couldn't have been more perfect. footsteps are padding up the stairs, and the door creaks open with a high shriek that easily snaps you out of your reverie.

and there cove holden stands, face cherry-red and grip on the doorknob white-knuckled. you feign a drowsy blink, sitting up and letting the blanket fall from your shoulders.

cove swallows, hard. "uh- hey. so you, you're busy, and- and i walked in at a really bad time, and so i'm just gonna go soyoucanpretendyouneversawm-"

"cove," you interrupt, voice a breathless sigh as you put on your best pleading face. "please."

a crinkle of your brow, a whine in your tone. "fuck me."

an unintelligible sound leaves him, followed by a tiny, "...okay."

there's little that could delight you more than watching his eyes finally, finally pour over your body as if he'd been holding back, drinking in all of you without so much as a detail spared. his steps as he wobbles towards you are unsteady in gait, not so much as a breath leaving him as he reaches out to you.

"did-" he starts, running his tongue over dry lips before he continues. "did you want me to, um-?"

"yes," you groan, partially out of relief that he finally got the hint and partially out of the need to have this man on you. "please, cove. you've- we've been at this long enough. i don't wanna wait anymore."

as you speak, your feet push off the blanket still draped over your legs. under the dim light of your bedroom, the thin band of silver secured around your ankle glints playfully.

and he notices. he doesn't say anything, but you know he saw it because the shudder that convulses through him is a delicious sight. without a word, he pushes the rest of the blanket aside and lifts the back of your calf with one hand, the other keeping him balanced on the bed as he gazes at the anklet with no little amount of pure want.

"can- can i?" he asks, voice suddenly hoarse. you nod, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but if cove notices then he doesn't mention it as he presses a kiss to the side of your leg, just shy of the jewelry as his lips quiver against your skin.

then his hand finds its way under your foot, pushing your leg back against you just so as he kisses the top of your feet almost reverently. the sight of it sends a shiver through you,

your pussy clenching around nothing as you whine.

your cock throbbing as your fingers curl into the sheets.

watching him at your feet, at your mercy, is almost enough to make you cum on the spot. thankfully, you're able to show a bit of restraint as you remember how to breathe again.

"cove," you murmur, and he blinks up almost lazily at you from where his gaze was once fixed on your jewelry.

"mm?"

"quit making me wait." your voice hardens into something just a little firmer, a slight indicator that you're done playing these games, and you watch him gulp as he nods stiffly.

"okay," he replies, a dry rasp. "can i- um. can i taste you-?"

there we go, your mind practically cries as you nod eagerly, parting your legs in invitation. cove's gaze fixes on your cunt / cock, and you watch as his eyes blow wide. there's the slightest tick in his cheek; his jaw clenching, then unclenching as he draws in an unsteady breath.

"okay," he repeats. "okay."

his head dips low, eyes suddenly fixing on you like a red dot, and his breath ghosts against your inner thighs as he whispers, "are you sure-?"

"cove, for god's sake," you mutter as one hand goes to wind through his hair in a startling show of confidence, "if your mouth isn't on me in the next five seconds, i'm going to fucking ruin you."

cove shivers at that.

"oh- okay, yup, got it, no more talking," he rambles as his hands migrate to lift under your thighs, providing the perfect position for him to eat you out / suck you off. for a moment, he sits there, eyes unmoving from your aching sex, and you begin to wonder if he really isn't going to do anything again after all.

then the flat of his tongue presses against you, dead center, and you choke back a loud moan as your fingers go rigid, fisting into his hair with little of the restraint you used to be so good at.

"ohhhh, fuck- yeah, yeah-" you cry, a guttural sound that leaves him whimpering between your thighs. "more, cove, more, jus' like that-"

cove's tongue wastes no time in diving between your puffy folds, fucking into your soaking cunt with no abandon. loud, unbidden moans vibrate against your clit as his nose presses against it, your juices spilling into his eager mouth without so much as a warning.

cove's mouth, warm and wet and so needy, wraps around the tip of your cock and sinks down onto you, tongue laving over your length as his throat tightens around you. obscene slurping noises fill the somewhat-silence as his nose bumps against your navel.

it takes everything in you not to cum right then and there, one hand tugging at his hair as you grind your sex into his willing mouth. his moans send pulses of need tightening in your stomach, eyes fluttering back as you lose sight of him in favor of the blinding white that bursts in spots behind your eyelids.

"cove, cove, covecovecove-" you sob, fucking into his mouth as your moans break off into high whimpers. "fffffuck, fuck- 'm gonna cum, 'm g'nna- fuck, fuckfuck-"

"mmf- plea'e-" cove mumbles, muffled and hot against your cunt / cock. "cum f'r me, plea- f'ck, please-"

you nod in a frenzy, letting the pleasure consume all your senses as you wail out a loud moan, your orgasm ramming into you like a freight train.

you can't help it - your pussy flutters around his tongue as you squirt down his throat.

your cock slams down his throat without warning as your cum shoots down his mouth.

cove's loud whine is muffled by the press of your sex into his mouth, effectively shutting him up and leaving the room to be filled by your sounds. your hips twitch as you slowly come down from your climax, still canting up into his mouth even as your grip on his hair loosens.

his tongue runs over your cunt / cock as he cleans you up, quiet hums vibrating against you as he slowly pulls back. a hoarse gasp leaves him once he fully tugs himself away from you, brow beading with sweat as he gazes up at you.

"that- was that- did i do...good?" he pants softly, tongue running over his lips. all you can do is nod, feeling the delicious warmth beginning to ebb in favor of reality seeping in.

slowly, you begin to sit up. cove's quick to guide you up, hand splayed against the small of your back as he frets over you. despite the way your heart flutters at the gesture, your mind is focused on something else.

"did you want me to...?" you trail off, eyes glancing down to his pants. cove's face blooms in a pretty flush as he shakes his head.

"i, um- i already..." he mumbles, looking away from your face as the tips of his ears burn. recognition slowly sets in as your eyes widen, and you can't help but laugh as you pull him into you by the shoulders.

"you are so cute," you giggle breathlessly, tucking your face into his shoulder. you feel him relax as his head slumps against you, chest heaving against yours.

"does this, um," he starts, lashes fluttering against your skin as his exhale brushes against the lace on your shoulder. "does this- did this mean anything to...i- i just mean that- did you want to-"

"yes, cove," you murmur, voice buoyed by the sudden warmth that's filled your ribs. "if you'd want to, then i'd like to be more than this. with you."

cove lets out a sound between a sob and a laugh as his arms wrap around you, palms flat against you as he pulls you in close. dampness finds your skin, and you don't have to look at him to know he's crying. your arms wrap around him, cheek pressed against the side of his neck as you beam and murmur to him that you two should probably get cleaned up.

so the saying goes, patience is a virtue; so is ambition.

[space-matt]

hockey game

dad!chris.sturniolo x fem.reader

summary: “the best thing about turning to the stands is to see my two reasons for living”

author’s note: hope that this is good as the other one! let me know ♡

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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡

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revised

There was a palpable tension in the air at home, not because of any recent fights or disagreements between you and Lily, but due to the fact that Chris was extremely agitated for today's game.

He and his team had been training hard for this fateful day for weeks, spending most of their time on the ice rather than at home.

While you understood the importance of the game, his agitation was bringing anxiety to the two women of the house.

As you sat on the couch, Chris' constant fidgeting was making you increasingly exasperated. "Chris, please calm down. I don't know what I could do to help you" you said, trying to keep your cool. "Oh, I'm sure you could think of something" he said with a wink. "But it would only lead me to lose my concentration, so pass." You looked at him incredulously, ready to counter, but at that moment, you felt a small Lily running towards you, dressed in her special uniform made by the entire team.

"I'm ready!" she exclaimed, looking up at you and Chris with a big smile on her face. "Alright, princess, let's go. We don't want to be late" Chris said, picking her up.

As you drove to the arena, you couldn't help but notice that Chris seemed more tense than usual. You tried to ask him what was wrong, but you didn't want to agitate him further. Fortunately, the car ride was uneventful, and you arrived at the palace safely.

Chris and Lily repeated in unison, "No fights and play clean" as you stopped at the entrance. "I'm serious, honey. Play your best, and we are always with you" you told Chris, leaving a kiss on his lips. "Thanks, I needed it" he said, looking into your eyes before kissing Lily on the forehead. "See you at the end of the second period" he said, heading towards the locker room while you and Lily made your way to the stands where Uncle Nick and Matt were waiting for you.

Matt handed you a pack of M&M's, your favorites, and asked "Where were you? It should start soon." "We were saying goodbye to Chris. He's very agitated today" you responded, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach. Nick asked, "Why?" you shrugged, "I have no idea. After the game, I'll try to ask him" The voice from the megaphone announcing the entry of both teams interrupted your conversation, and you immediately looked for Chris' number 3 on the ice. Once you spotted him, you didn't remove your gaze, and Chris noticed, giving you a small nod with a smile.

The first half of the game was uneventful, but the second half was nerve-wracking for both the fans and the players. Luck didn't seem to be on your side, and one of Chris's teammates suffered an injury from a rival, who was sent directly to the penalty box.

Despite this setback, your team managed to stay ahead with a score of 3-2.

As soon as the second half whistle blew, you got up with Lily and headed towards the locker room, knowing that you would find Chris at your meeting point.

"Daddy!" Lily exclaimed, running towards him as soon as she saw him. "Princess! How is the game going?" he asked, picking her up. Lily gave him a thumbs up, smiling, while you watched Chris carefully, trying to figure out what was bothering him.

"What's wrong?" you asked him, not wanting to wait until the end of the match. Chris looked away, saying, "Babe, nothing, really. I'm just stressed from the continuous workouts." You looked into his eyes, trying to read his emotions. "I hope it's nothing. I don't like seeing you so tense" you said, moving closer to hug him. "Don't worry, after this match, we'll have some free time" he said, letting Lily out of his arms. "Now I'm going to kick ass at everyone!" he added, making Lily giggle.

In the end, thanks to Chris' decisive goal, your team won the match. You immediately went to the locker room with Nick and Matt, and as soon as you entered, you saw Chris on one knee with a box in his hand.

His teammates were standing behind him, holding up a sign that read, "Do we spend the rest of our lives together?" You felt tears welling up in your eyes as Chris slowly approached you, holding Lily's hand. "Oh, God, what does it mean?" you asked, your voice shaking. "It means that I love you more than anything in the world" Chris said, opening the box to reveal a beautiful little ring. "I'm so lucky to have you, and I can't imagine my life without you" You nodded, tears streaming down your face. "I think it's not a ring that decides forever, but we are dictating our future, and I want to spend it with you...

...Will you marry me?" Chris asked, looking into your eyes. You nodded, barely able to speak, and then said, "Yes, Chris, yes!" You kissed him passionately, while his teammates cheered behind him, happy for their friend and his new fiancée.

While Lily was bouncing by your legs ''I love you so much'' Chris said, hugging both of you.

[probably-writing-x]

Inner Sense

Summary: It was always obvious that Rafe hadn’t had the best childhood, even with all of their fortune, his parents hadn’t exactly given him the best idea of a family. But when he starts dating you, you practically make it your mission to heal every part of his inner child.

Warnings: Discussions of toxic/emotionally abusive home life,

Author’s Note: This idea came to me on my walk home and I hadddd to write it asap so I hope you enjoy <3

“Hellooooo??” A familiar voice calls out as the front door closes.

“We’re in here!” You call back from the kitchen, setting down the paint brush in your hand, “We’ve got a visitor, Izzy!”

The little girl next to you frowns a little with her wide brown eyes, blinking at you, “Who is it?”

“Hey darling,” Rafe smiles as he comes into the kitchen, a bunch of paper-wrapped tulips in his hand, “These are for you!”

You beam at the flowers and take them from him, standing up from your chair at the kitchen island to give him a hug, “You didn’t have to get me flowers!”

“Of course,” Rafe kisses your cheek, moving his hand to pull one of the pink flowers from the bundle, “And I didn’t forget about you either, Izzy.”

The little girl grins and takes the flower from him, grinning down at it.

“What do you say to Rafe?”

“Thank you,” She offers him her brightest expression before turning back to the painting in front of her.

“Her parents will be back in ten, we can go straight after,” You explain, sitting back down in your seat next to the girl, who you’d been babysitting since she was one.

“No rush,” Rafe responds, coming behind you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “What have you two been doing today?”

“Well,” You look at Izzy and smile, “We’ve been playing Barbies a lot and then we watched Moana, we made pasta for lunch, and now we’re doing some paint by numbers. I think Izzy’s looks better than mine though.”

At least she was getting a little better at staying in the lines.

“Wow, you’ve had a busy day,” Rafe nods, “I don’t think I’ve ever done one of these,” He gestures down to your painting.

“Are you serious? You never did one when you were younger?” You turn around against his arm to look up at him, “Never?”

He shakes his head nonchalantly, “Have you met Ward and Rose? They were hardly the family life kind of parents.”

You frown a little but the thought doesn’t seem to linger in Rafe’s mind for too long as he’s already distracted talking to Izzy about her painting, pointing out one of the flowers she’d coloured in rainbow colours. You seem to stay thinking about it for a moment longer, and even after you leave that day, you can’t seem to get the idea out of your head.

~~~

“Hello honey, I didn’t know if you’d be back today!” Your Mom grins as you come into the front door, Rafe following behind you, “And Rafe! It’s good to see you, darling.”

“Good to see you too Mrs (Y/L/N),” Rafe smiles, your bag over his shoulder and the tulips in his other hand.

“Yeah, we’ve got half an hour before we need to go so I figured we’d come back to drop my stuff off,” You explain, kissing her on the cheek, “And I realised I don’t have enough of my makeup at Rafe’s house so I need to pick a few bits up.”

“I’ve left some things in a bag on your bed sweetheart, just stuff I thought you might need.”

“Thanks Mom,” You beam, taking the flowers from Rafe to go and find a vase for them.

“So what exactly is it you’re going to tonight?” She asks, glancing between you and your boyfriend.

“Just this business dinner with my father,” Rafe explains, a slight roll in his eyes, “They told him they were bringing their daughter and her boyfriend with them so he asked if I’d come and bring (Y/N) with me. Thankfully, your daughter doesn’t mind me dragging her along to these things,” He jokes.

“Well I’m sad you won’t be here for games night, I was just making sure we had all the pieces for Monopoly,” Your Mom shakes her head, “Obviously apart from the piece your brother managed to lose ten years ago.”

You nod, “Maybe we can convince the Cameron’s to play some Monopoly with us, what do you reckon Rafe?”

He scoffs at you as you walk back over to him, vase in your hand that he soon takes from you, wrapping an arm around your waist, “I don’t think I’ve ever played a board game with my family, so I don’t think that will be changing any time soon.”

The words leave the same weight on your chest once again, like a little mass had just dropped down forcing your heart closer to your stomach. You knew Rafe didn’t have the best relationship with his family, and Ward and Rose hadn’t formed the closest family with him and his siblings, but it made your heart ache when you heard him talk about it - like he had missed out on so much of the silly things that had shaped your childhood. And you still couldn’t stop thinking about it.

~~~

The business meal is as much of a success as it can be. You laugh when you need to, talk about your future when they ask, pretend to be interested in even the most boring topics, and squeeze Rafe’s hand every time someone says something that makes you desperate to roll your eyes.

You’d both waited until the guests had left and then finally left as quickly as you could to come up to Rafe’s room - thankful to be away from the forced smiles and overly polite remarks.

“Remind me why we do these things,” Rafe grumbles, closing the bedroom door behind him as his fingers try to undo the top button of his shirt .

“Because it keeps your father happy, and it’ll be your business too some day,” You remind him, tugging off your heels and sighing in relief at the release of not having them on anymore.

“I don’t know if it’s worth all of this,” He scoffs, kicking off his shoes now that his shirt is open down the length of his torso.

“Maybe we just run away and forget it all,” You raise your eyebrows, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He hums in agreement, his hands settling around your waist, “Hmm tell me more.”

You giggle and start to fiddle with the short hairs at the back of his neck, “Well, we could get ourselves a little boat to live on, like the one in Mamma Mia, and we could get off the island, just us two.”

“No business dinners?”

“Never.”

“Just us two?”

“Always.”

Rafe hums and dips his head down to your neck, kissing fluttered spots along the skin, “I couldn’t think of anything better.”

You move your hands down to run down his chest, “But until then, we’re here.”

He groans once again, pulling his head away from you, “Don’t remind me.”

You part ways as he disappears into the bathroom and you change into one of his tops to wear to bed, when he comes out of the bathroom, you go in to take your makeup off and get ready for bed - he’s laid out your cleanser and cotton pads, and he’s put toothpaste on your toothbrush already. It was the little things.

You’re just finishing up with your skincare when you decide that you can’t hold the thought in for any longer, turning around to the door of the en-suite where you lean against the edge.

“Rafe I have a question.”

He looks up from his phone and sets it down on the bedside table, “What is it, darling?”

It’s dark in the bedroom, and his face is only lit by the light of the dim lamp beside him, casting shadows over his features.

“What you said earlier, about your parents… and the painting thing, and the board games… is that true?”

He lets out a light laugh, “What do you mean?”

“Did you seriously never do that with your parents?”

Rafe looks a little taken aback but he doesn’t think to question it anymore, knowing your thoughts always seemed to have a root that he’d find eventually, “Well, no. I mean, you know what my Dad and Rose are like - my Dad’s not thinking of anything unless it’s business, and Rose was never exactly a devoted stepmom.”

“So you didn’t do anything?” You frown, feeling the tightness in your chest once again as if you could cry at the thought.

“Well, we did stuff. But it was more like fancy holidays where we’d be sent to the kids club, and I spent a lot of time doing my own thing.”

Your bottom lip quivers and you’re not sure why it’s made you so emotional but there’s no holding it in now.

“(Y/N)?” Rafe frowns, scrambling to stand up from the bed and hurry over to you, “What’s the matter?”

“I know it’s silly, I just hate the thought of you not having stuff like that,” You breathe out, trying to stop the tears from spilling over your eyes.

Rafe holds both of your forearms in his hands, rubbing his thumb over your skin as his eyes move to find your gaze, “Hey, come on, you don’t need to worry about me. I turned out okay didn’t I?”

You laugh a little and let your breaths even out to match his, “You should’ve had everything like that when you were little, it’s what being a child is all about.”

Rafe nods like he’s agreeing with you, his hands moving down to link with yours, “Maybe, but it’s in the past now. And I’ve got everything I need, right here.”

He pulls you into his chest and wraps his hand around your head to hold you close to him, one hand running up and down your back.

His hold seems to relax the pain in your chest, but it doesn’t disappear all the way, still floating in the absence of space between you. And when he pulls away and his eyes find yours, you seem to find a sadness in them that you’d never noticed so clearly before.

~~~

The next day, Rafe is out with Topper and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t make full use of the day without him. After a couple of trips to the shop, you’re back at your house practically taking over every inch of the space with the buzzing of your ideas. Your parents were out for the rest of the day, staying at your auntie’s, and so you text Rafe telling him to come over as soon as he’s free.

There’s a knock at the door only half an hour later.

“You know you sound really suspicious on texts when you-“ Rafe starts as you open the door, stopping when he sees the expression on your face, “What’s going on? What have you done?”

“Why do you think I’ve done something?” You mock offence, placing a hand to your chest.

“Because you have that look in your eyes,” He waves a finger at your face, “What’s happened?”

“Well, I’ve planned our date night for this week,” You explain, “No protests.”

He raises his hands up as if in defeat, “No protests.”

His growing hair is covered by an old baseball cap, and it seems to make him look younger when you see him, like a brighter more innocent version of himself.

“Okay, you can come in now.”

Rafe laughs and steps through the front door, leaning down quickly to place a kiss to your lips.

“Right, we’re making cupcakes in the kitchen, but with one of those shitty box mixes you add the water too. We’ve got paintings to do, and we’ve got every childhood snack I could find at the store, and then we’re going to make a blanket fort and play board games and eat our shitty cupcakes.”

“You’re kidding?” Rafe laughs, “You did all of this?”

“I know it might not matter to you, I get that, but I hate the thought of you missing out on all the stuff that I loved about my childhood,” You shake your head, “I just can’t stop thinking that-“

Rafe silences you with a quick kiss, his lips lingering above yours, “You’re incredible.”

“You like it?!” You beam, your heart fluttering with a little sense of relief.

“Of course,” Rafe smiles, “So, what’s first?”

The two of you spend all afternoon attempting the little activities you’d set up. Rafe mixes the cake mixture for what feels like forever and there are still little lumps through it, and you make too much icing so it ends up spilling over the edges, only redeeming the decoration a little when you put the little Cars themed stickers on top of each one. You both attempt to colour in your paintings, yours of a unicorn and his of a race car. He manages to flick paint onto yours at some point and you fight back and end up with both of you having little patches of the wrong paint. By the end, both of them somewhat resemble what you’d set up to have - and Rafe signs his with your two initials in a little heart. Eventually, you carry in bowls of snacks, and cans of drinks, and a plate of your homemade cupcakes. You both fumble and fail over making a blanket fort until it somewhat resembles a decent structure between your two couches, pillows and more blankets underneath the white sheet over the two of you.

“Well, darling, I’d say you’ve planned a pretty successful date day here,” Rafe comments, shifting to get comfortable on the blanket next to you.

“Yeah? You think so?” You grin, leaning back on your elbows, “What’s your first experience of a blanket fort like?”

“Well, I think I might be a little too tall for them, but I think we’ve made a pretty good fort here,” He looks around at your work, “Maybe we could live here instead of disappearing off the island.”

You hum in response, “We might get sick of each other stuck in here.”

Rafe narrows his eyes at you and reaches across the small space between the two of you to wrap an arm underneath you, pulling you into him, turning you so that you were facing him as you lay on his chest, “What do you mean? You think you’d get sick of me (Y/N)?”

You pause as if you need any time to ponder the thought, “Are you kidding? Never.”

“Then it’s settled,” He assures you, “We are staying here. We have enough food to last us anyway.”

You lean down to kiss along the length of his jaw and he lowers his hold on your waist, hands slipping to grip your hips.

“You really didn’t have to do all of this,” Rafe assures you, leaning into your kiss.

You pull away from him and bring your hands up to his hair, running your fingers through either side of it and cupping your hands around his face, “Do you ever think about when we’ll have kids? And we’ll be watching them grow up?”

He nods ever so slightly.

“Well, when we do, I want to give all of this to them. All of the little things, the things they’ll remember. And I would hate you thinking that you were giving them what you couldn’t have,” You shrug your shoulders, thumbs rubbing over his cheekbones, “Your parents weren’t the best family for you, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t be the best family for our own kids.”

Rafe grins brightly, tilting his head to kiss your palm, “Our kids. I like the sound of that.”

~~~

The following morning, you wake up, still under the shelter of the fort you’d made yesterday - clearly you and Rafe had ended up too tired to get to bed. This morning, however, he’s not laying beside you, and your skin seems to cool without his touch. You stretch and blink the sleep out of your eyes, shuffling yourself out to try to find him.

“Rafe?” You call out, stretching the tension out of your muscles from the odd position you’d been sleeping in.

“I’m out here!” He calls back and you follow his voice to lead you outside, where you find him stood leaning over the decking overlooking your garden.

It’s sunny in the morning air and his baseball cap covers his morning hair, his t-shirt wrinkled over his back.

“What are you doing out here so early?” You frown, squinting against the brightness, “It’s so early,” You groan, dipping underneath his arm to stand in front of his chest, snuggling back into him.

Rafe chuckles and wraps his arms around you, one of his hands lacing with your fingers over the back of your hand, “It is early isn’t it?”

You hum and lean your head back into his chest, “What are we looking at?”

“Well, I was thinking, your parents always joke about us having this house when they retire,” He explains, “And I was thinking we could put a tree house in up here,” He guides your interlocked hands up towards the direction of a few dense trees in the forest, “And then we could fix up the dock a little bit and get one of those family kayaks, and I could put in a little shelter here to keep the kids’ bikes under when it rains.”

You smile tiredly, “You thought about all of this?”

Rafe moves his hands down to your waist and pulls to turn you around to face him, “I thought about what you said. And I don’t want what happened with my family to ruin what could be for ours. So, I want to do it all. All of the little things, like you said.”

There’s a brightness in his eyes that you’re sure seems lighter than before, like a small part of him had healed in the last twenty four hours, a certainty that more of him could heal too.

[shigayokagayama]

jodo ^_^

Sexuality Headcanon:

whew. this ones a doozy.

“No.”

“Just hear me out!” The man standing on the other side of the desk was the last person Reigen had been expecting, or wanting, to see today. His black, oily hair did well to frame his smug, weasley face, and his suit looked too expensive for the cheap smelling cologne Reigen caught wafting off him.

“I wouldn’t go to any event as your date,” Reigen grimaced as he spoke, “Much less to the funeral of the man who tried to ruin my life.” 

“Oh come on, you’re doing great for yourself!” Roshuuto protested, “Besides, I’m sure there’s nothing Master Jodo would hate more than knowing you’re enjoying a banquet paid for by the company he built.”

“I’d probably get food poisoning,” Reigen muttered.

“No, trust me, Psychic Sun funerals have the best catering,” Roshuuto smirked.

“How the hell do you know that? How many have you even been to?”

Roshuuto started counting on his fingers for a moment before shrugging. “Twelve?”

“Goddamn, you guys are dropping like flies!”

“It’s a dangerous line of work,” Roshuuto said pensively, hanging his head for a moment before perking up, “Anyway the ceviche is to die for.”

“Pun intended?”

Roshuuto let out a fake sounding laugh.

“Oh, Reigen-san, you’re so funny.”

“Shut up,” Reigen groaned, “Why do you even want me there?”

“Well,” Roshuuto sighed, “I’ve been telling everyone I’ve been seeing a very special someone for the past few months now and I don’t think I can go alone to another event without someone calling my bluff.”

“Why me?” 

“Because I trust you Reigen,” he said, looking at him with big doleful eyes, “And I know literally no one else who’s not already going to be there.”

Reigen stared at him for a moment, locking eyes with him, before turning back to his computer and clicking play on the husky screaming compilation video he’d been in the middle of when Roshuuto had waltzed in.

“Hey hey hey wait,” Roshuuto cried over the wails of the damned coming from his shitty laptop speaker, “I… there may also be some financial incentive to your attendance.”

Reigen paused the video and looked back at him, eyebrow raised. Roshuuto sighed, putting a hand behind his head.

“Master Jodo… I was like a grandson to him,” Roshuuto said wistfully, “In those final months before he slipped in the shower, I was attending to his every need. I’ve never felt closer to another person before, and I’m sure he felt the same when he was writing his final will and testament. I expect I will be receiving a significant portion of his fortune, and if you were to do this for me, I would be willing to part with a fraction of it in exchange for your company.”

“Fifty percent.”

“Fuck no. Ten.”

Reigen turned the video back on.

“Twenty five!” Roshuuto said quickly, “Twenty five and I pay for our ride there!”

“Were you not already going to?”

“Does that sound fair?” Roshuuto quirked an eyebrow with an oily grin.

“...How much do you think you’ll be getting?” Reigen asked.

“Ah, I don’t want to jinx it by saying a number,” Roshuuto’s breath hissed as he sucked in through his teeth, “But if I were to throw out an educated guess… 90,000,000 yen.”

Reigen put a thoughtful hand to his chin, then held it out to Roshuuto.

“Sounds like a deal.”

“You won’t regret it,” Roshuuto grinned. The door creaked open as Tome and Serizawa stepped into the office, Mobdonalds in hand. Roshuuto looked up and released Reigen’s hand.

“Ah, lovely to see you two again,” he said. Serizawa stared at him, unblinking. Reigen watched a bead of sweat form on his forehead. “I uh, I best be going now,” he coughed, walking towards the door and sidestepping Serizawa. “Call me!” 

Reigen watched the door slam shut.

“I don’t even have his phone number.”

Roshuuto was unsure how to feel about the smallness of the backseat of the taxi he had ordered. On one hand, he had gotten exactly what he paid for, ordering the cheapest taxi he could find out of Seasoning City, and the idea of driving crammed in the back of this car for another hour was making him feel kind of sick. 

On the other hand, being pressed this tightly against Reigen Arataka was not the worst feeling in the world.

“I should have brought headphones…” he heard Reigen mutter. The taxi driver had been blasting some obnoxious talk show for the entire drive, occasionally laughing so hard Roshuuto was afraid he’d swerve off the road and crash the car. 

“Do you want me to sing for you?”

“Absolutely not.”

“It was a joke, Reigen.” Roshuuto said, “Honestly, before we met I always thought you’d have more of a sense of humor, but in all the time I’ve known you I can’t remember a single time I’ve seen you laugh.”

“Try being funnier.” Reigen muttered, staring out the window.

“You know, my colleagues always compliment me for my ability to lighten the mood,” he said. Reigen glanced at him for a moment then went back to staring out at the view of the winding mountain road. Roshuuto yawned, trying to casually put an arm over Reigen’s shoulder but hitting it on the car roof and pretending nothing had happened.

“Hey, driver!” Reigen called, “Do you think you could roll down the windows? I need some air.”

“What, so you could stick your head out like a dog?” Roshuuto snickered. Reigen stared blankly at him until he stopped laughing. The window rolled down and Roshuuto shuddered at the blast of cold air.

“Ugh, no, please close it,” Roshuuto grimaced.

“Why?” Reigen frowned.

“It’s freezing out there,” he scoffed.

“What? It’s like 15 C’s.” Reigen protested

“C’s?”

“Yeah like Celcius?”

“Why didn’t you just say degrees? Who even says that?”

“I do, shut up,” Reigen turned to the driver, “Sorry about him.”

“Ey, it’s fine, I’ve had worse customers,” the driver said, motioning to Roshuuto. “Someone gave birth on that seat once.”

Roshuuto’s eye twitched and he reached into his bag, pulling out a wet wipe and shifting to scrub the seat under him, trying to ignore the trembling in his arms from the cold air seeping through the window.

Roshuuto stumbled out of the cab, sifting through his pockets for the exorbitant cab fare before making his way towards his former employer’s manor. Reigen was a few steps behind him. He’d managed to convince him not to wear his usual tie, as Roshuuto was sure the bright pink would have raised some eyebrows for such a somber occasion. The courtyard was full of all manners of psychics that Roshuuto had probably met before but certainly didn’t remember the names of. He made his way towards the front door, shaking hands with all the weirdos lining his pathway.

“Ah, Roshuuto-san, glad you could…” Utuo Muzuo stopped mid handshake, staring past him to where Reigen stood. “...What are you doing here?”

“Ah, Utuo-san,” Roshuuto let a wry smile creep across his face, “Allow me to introduce you to my partner.”

Reigen messily shoved a piece of ceviche he had grabbed from a waiter’s tray into his mouth and held out a hand towards Utuo, who stared at him dumbfounded.

“Your partner… as in…”

“Sexual partner,” Roshuuto said in a low voice, eyebrows raised. Reigen choked on his food, dramatically pounding his fist against his chest in some sort of amateur self-Heimlich maneuver. Utuo looked between the two of them and Roshuuto watched a shudder pass through him. 

“Excuse me,” he said, turning and pushing through the crowd towards the bathroom.

“Why did you have to say it like that?” Reigen spluttered.

“I wanted to make our relationship clear!” Roshuuto said, “I needed to ensure this wasn’t mistaken for a business venture.”

“But this is a business venture.”

“I know it is you idiot, but they don’t.”

Reigen sighed, throwing his head back.

“Couldn’t you have just said boyfriend…” he muttered.

“Where’s the mystique, dear Reigen?” he said, “Oh, wait, is it odd for us to be dating and still on a surname basis? Should I call you Ar-”

“I will actually kill you.”

“Okay,” Roshuuto threw up his hands, “Just. Make sure we make this convincing, alright? The truth of this venture would have been even more humiliating than me turning up alone again.”

“That you’re bribing me with blood money?” Reigen shoved a deviled egg in his mouth.

“You say it like I killed him,” Roshuuto said, horrified.

“Well, you did say you were taking care of him and then he slipped in the shower and died, so...” 

“I didn’t mean literally take care of him, I wasn’t his nurse!” Roshuuto snapped, “I just paid him the occasional visit. You know, to keep him company. And pick up food for his wretched mongrel.”

“There’s a dog here?” Life seemed to return to Reigen’s eyes.

“I wouldn’t classify it as a dog,” Roshuuto grumbled, “The damn thing has outstayed its welcome on this earth and seems to be clinging on exclusively to spite me. I can’t think of a single time I’ve visited this place where I did not return to some manner of excrement in my shoes.”

“Reigen-san?!?”

Shinra Banshoumaru made his way through the sea of people towards them. Reigen breathed a sigh of relief.

“Finally a friendly face,” Reigen said, “Hey buddy, what are you doing here?”

“I- it’s my boss’s funeral?” Shinra said.

“Oh, right, forgot you worked for this clown too.” Reigen said. A waiter passed by with a bottle of champagne and Roshuuto saw Reigen’s eyes light up.

“Reigen!” Roshuuto hissed, “You can’t say-”

“Be right back,” Reigen grabbed a champagne glass off the table and jogged towards the waiter. Shinra watched him go with a frown.

“Wasn’t expecting to see him here,” he said, “Honestly, I figured he’d be the last person Master Jodo would have invited.”

“Oh, he didn’t,” Roshuuto said, “I did.”

“What?” 

“Reigen is my-”

Reigen pushed in front of him, two champagne glasses in hand. He handed one to Shinra and held up his glass.

“Cheers,” Reigen said. Shinra considered for a moment, then clinked his glass against Reigen’s with a soft smile.

“Erm, hello?” Roshuuto said, grabbing Reigen by the shoulder. “Where’s my glass?”

“Get one yourself,” Reigen waved his hand dismissively, “You have legs.”

Roshuuto scowled, storming towards the table to grab a glass. With how uncooperative his date was being, he was probably going to need it.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today-” the speaker frowned, looking over his notecards. He quietly shoved them into a pocket on his robe and pulled out another set of cards from the other pocket. “Friends and family, today we gather in grief…”

Roshuuto could barely focus on the words leaving his mouth with all the whispering and giggling coming from beside him. Somehow in the space between Reigen discovering that they provided alcohol and the beginning of the service, he had managed to get completely wasted. How was a complete mystery to him, as Roshuuto was pretty sure he hadn’t even seen him get a refill. Was this his first glass? 

“Can you two behave yourselves?” Roshuuto hissed.

“I don’t know, can you get that stick out of your ass?” Reigen whispered. Shinra started giggling and Reigen leaned against him for support, laughing so hard he looked like he was about to cry.

“Might I remind you we are at a funeral?” Roshuuto snapped. Reigen he might have expected this from, but Shinra?  

“Might I remind you that you told me I should ‘get a sense of humor’ on the drive over?” Reigen said smugly. “Is this funny enough for you?”

“There’s a time and a place you cheap suited-”

“Oh, I’m cheap?”

“At this time,” the speaker continued, “We would like to invite the members of the departed’s family to speak.”

Roshuuto watched as the oldest man he had ever seen wheeled himself onto the stand.

“I can’t believe I have to live in a world without my baby brother,” the man spoke into the mic. Reigen wheezed for breath, tears forming in his eyes.

“Reigen-san, stop,” Shinra wheezed, trying to suppress his giggles, “It’s not funny.”

“I know-” Reigen gasped, “That’s why I’m laughing.”

Shinra doubled over, almost knocking Reigen, who had been hanging on him, to the floor. Roshuuto was painfully aware of the eyes of the funeral procession locked on him as the old man sobbed on stage. He grabbed his wine glass and downed the remaining portion of it, immediately feeling it hit his stomach. 

Oh god.

He jumped out of his seat, pushing through the crowd towards the bathroom. Where the fuck was it? He’d been in this stupid labyrinthian house a million times and he still could never find it. He spotted the door out of the corner of his eye and turned too fast, slipping and hitting his head on the floor. He tried to stand and doubled over, losing the wine along with the rest of the contents of his stomach. He shakily got to his feet and made his way back into the main room. Everyone was looking at him. Everyone except Reigen and Shinra, whose seats were conspicuously empty. Roshuuto shuffled back to his seat, trying to ignore the anxiety welling in his chest. Had they gone looking for him? No, they would have run into each other in the hall, right? As the minutes ticked by his worry grew. Maybe he should look for them. 

Just as the thought crossed his mind the people around him began to stand and make their way to the casket. Roshuuto rose with them, scanning the crowd. Maybe they had just moved seats? He felt like a mother who had lost her two worst behaved children in a Walmart. Everyone knew Reigen was here because of him, he’d made a point of that. Whatever he did here, Roshuuto would be held responsible. He made his way to the casket, cursing himself for not bringing flowers. Now he looked like even more of a clown than he had before. He felt a hand on his shoulder and Utuo looked him in the eye, leading him aside. Roshuuto’s throat went dry as he guided him away from the party towards Jodo’s study. Utuo opened the door, standing aside to let Roshuuto enter. He balled his hands into fists and entered the room, where a collection of the Rising Sun Union’s upper echelon sat in a small circle.

“What’s happening?” Roshuuto said shakily.

“We’re reading Master Jodo’s will,” Utuo said flatly. Roshuuto let out a breath. Right. The reason he was here in the first place. A man in a crisp black suit that Roshuuto didn’t recognize sat behind the desk, paper in hand.

“Now that everyone’s here, is it alright if we begin?” he said. Roshuuto nodded, noticing a wheelchair with the same man who had spoken earlier in the corner. The man made eye contact with Roshuuto for a moment, sneered, then pointedly looked away. Roshuuto kept himself steady. It didn’t matter what these people thought of him, all that mattered was the money. The man Roshuuto assumed to be Jodo’s lawyer cleared his throat.

“To Utuo Muzuo, I leave the business I built in your capable hands, as well as the current sum of money in the company’s bank account. To my dearest brother, I leave my estate, as well as half of my fortune…”

Sweat dripped down Roshuuto’s temple as names got read and more and more money got divvied up. He tried to run numbers in his head. How much was even going to be left for him?

“...to Amemura Tooru, I leave 5% of my fortune, as well as my silver Maserati. Please take good care of it.”

Roshuuto felt his stomach sink. That was the last of the money. Why had they even brought him in here? To taunt him? Had Jodo somehow posthumously written him out of the will as punishment for bringing Reigen?

“...And finally, to my colleague Roshuuto Dozen, I leave my beloved Muffin. Please take good care of her, I know you were always her favorite.”

Roshuuto understood now. This was one last “fuck you” from beyond the grave. He wanted to laugh but he felt as though those simple words had drained every remaining ounce of energy from his body. 

“The will then goes on to elaborate on her feeding schedule,” the lawyer said, “Uh, which seems to be now. Does anyone know where she’s being kept?”

“In the bathroom,” Utuo said, voice strained. For the first Roshuuto noticed an inconspicuous looking stain on his shirt. 

“Well,” the lawyer said, rising from his chair, “We can discuss the finer details on the way there.”

The men made their way across the house towards the bathroom. They stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallways.

“Uh, did someone throw up on the floor?” 

“Must’ve been the dog,” Roshuuto said. No one had the energy to argue. They stepped around it and opened the door to the bathroom, where a black and white chihuahua stared at them with wide, hazy eyes. Roshuuto glanced to the right and saw Shinra sitting on the bathroom counter making out with a familiar blonde conman. 

“SHINRA WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU MAKING OUT WITH MY DATE?”

“YOUR DATE?” Shinra backed away from Reigen, looking between the two of them.

“I don’t love him, he paid me to be here!” Reigen said defensively.

“You what?” Utuo’s jaw gaped.

“You hired an escort to come to a funeral with you?” Amemura yelped.

“NO NO IT WASN’T LIKE THAT IT WAS A MUTUALLY BENEFICIAL BUSINESS DECISION,” Roshuuto waved his hands defensively in front of him. 

“Speaking of business, are these the jokers who are making us rich or whatever?” Reigen looked at the lawyer. Roshuuto flinched, turning to look back at his colleagues.

“Well, actually, uh,” Roshuuto turned to look at the dog, “Wait, where did my inheritance go?”

The lawyer pointed to the hallway, where Muffin lapped at the vomit on the floor. Roshuuto looked back at Reigen.

“How do you feel about split custody?”

[yukibluebunny]

𝕄𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕪 ~ - Ithaqua x Reader

This is my first written request! I apologize in advance for all grammatical and other errors. English is not my national language.

Ship: Ithaqua x Reader

Request from: zuruthekitsune

Notice -> Anxiety/fluff

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Lakeside village.

One of a number of fairly large maps used to play in duo mode. The map ranked first in terms of its size, followed closely by the smaller Moon River Park, the second largest map among the three. Just behind it is the smallest Eversleeping Town, perhaps the most mysterious and shrouded in a fog of uncertainty, with its once-accessible school and corridors of unkempt streets. What happened there that the Baron has blocked off those places? No one knows yet, and is unlikely to find out anytime soon.

Today's match, the biggest stress and fear among all the other new survivors just took place on one of these three maps. The village by the lake, it was today's map drawn as if on a wheel of fortune by the drawing system, including the survivors. And also the hunter.

Emily, the only doctor in residence.

Helen, a seemingly blind maiden with a stick for assurance, yet smart enough that even despite her blindness, repairing the cipher machine was no problem for her.

Norton, on the surface a rather quiet guy seeming to be an observer, yet coming from the veteran class in residence. One of a few of the best chairmen of the hunter, as well as rescuers of his friends from the chairs.

Well, and last what a new acquisition of the residence. (Y.N). A freshman whose life in of the hunter can only be saved by a plea to god not to become the first of the hunter target. A young girl, equipped only with her not too large but old bass flute, which itself, despite its age and her father's former use of it, continued to sound as beautiful as before. However, what's the use to her of a flute if she wouldn't be able to play it while running?

Melody would only lose her charm and enchantment more with each step through breathlessness. After all, the girl was of frail stature, she wouldn't have a chance to last too long with constant running.

Even more so under stress and anxiety, let alone the pain inflicted on her by an unmerciful hunter.

The girl's luck, however, was to wake up by the shed, which she even ran into immediately. Just to hope that the hunter wouldn't think someone might be in the shed right now, much less notice her. The flute player's skills, were not at all easy. By playing her flute, she was able to accelerate her process of deciphering the machine, including giving that acceleration to other members of her team through the sound of the melody coming out of the instrument. With the only risk, of being detected by a hunter.

(Pov: (Y.N) )

My fingers moved across the keys of the old typewriter in a calm but focused manner. Who would have thought that cipher machines, would be so much like those old typewriters used by journalists, newspapers and also banks and writers. However, the difference was that this typewriter was attached to a strange box as well as an offshoot metal pole with a light bulb at the top, the light of which became brighter and brighter the closer you got to finishing deciphering it.

However, my attention, directed at the machine, did not last too long, as soon as a bell sounded across the map, suggesting that the hunter had caught the first person. Only after a brief shock from the rapidly spreading sound did I manage to look at the watch on my wrist. On it were four gray dots, but however, this time one from the prospector was a slowly charging red dot. In one small moment, I felt quite a shock and fear pass through my whole body. Norton was hard to catch. The man was quite canny and clever, his run in with the hunter always lasting until the very end of the match, or at least until the last two machines were left, but not just four of five. His fall came as a shock to me and the lack of knowledge regarding who the hunter was made the adrenaline in my veins began to flow twice as fast as before. Don't get me wrong in spite of everything I was feeling considerable stress. However, the knowledge that we had Norton on the team only calmed me down slightly. After all, I was still only a freshman in the middle, the whole brutal game.

After only less than a moment, the watch on my wrist, gave off another quiet vibration. In doing so, it showed my location along with that of the Prospector, who was now sitting in the chair. I was the closest… and that made really scared at the moment. However, leaving Norton could only have a bad effect on the outcome of the match. So, after not a long moment, I left the machine just after giving her the percentage of finish on the watch.

Norton was sitting in a chair just near the gate by the shed, but what really bothered me was the lack of a hunter beside him. No beating heart. Nothing. Silence, in the midst of the Prospector shallow breaths.

-Norton! - I called out to him quietly, approaching him quickly, but nevertheless remaining vigilant. After all, a hunter could always come back if he wanted to.

-(Y.N)…? No. (Y.N), leave me. Get away from here - Whispered Norton. This time no longer looking at one blind spot. And at me. However, despite his objections, I released him from the chair anyway. Only to catch the poor Prospector, who was not quite limping. He was out of breath again because of his asthma.

-(Y.N)..ugh. It doesn't make sense, leave me…. run away from here, he will only come here -

-Norton I will not leave you. We can't give up - I didn't listen to him, not even knowing why Norton so suddenly went from being a confident man to completely giving up.

-Freshman, we're playing against the Night's Watch… - As soon as those last two words came out of his mouth, I froze in place as my heart, instead, by itself and not by the presence of the hunter, beat harder.

Night Watch. He was as much a new hunter as I was a survivor, but he managed to build his reputation really fast. A merciless, wily fox. Quick and brutal in his attacks. While at the same time evoking no small amount of goosebumps whenever he used his skills. Norton's words only just awakened my awareness that, after all, no one had yet managed to escape from the Night's Watch. He was like a hunting predator, he will not let his prey escape from him like that without any reason.

I wanted to turn to Norton again, to take him to a safer place anyway, as well as to treat him from the wounds inflicted on him by the Night Watch. Only to be pushed away quite suddenly by him.

-Run! - Norton called out to me. Trying to still get away from me so as not to expose me, as I didn't even realize that our hearts, quite rapidly began to beat.

In an instant, I saw what I really never wanted to see. I never wanted to see one of my team members fall to the ground, stunned by the hunter right above him. Oh it was him, in the flesh. The Night Watch. Hiding behind his devilish mask. Effortlessly wielding a check as well as walking in a slightly slanted position on stilts, oh no one would likely want to accidentally or purposely get stepped on by this hunter.

I don't even know why, but even Norton's shouts directed at me did not reach my head. Just witnessing how the hunter, annoyed by the loud shouts, without mercy pierces the man's leg with his stilts, to then finally look in my direction after silencing him.

A cold sweat doused me from head to toe as soon as those neon glowing blue eyes of his at the mask, bore into my figure as if I were his next victim, which I nevertheless was. However, to my surprise, he did not move towards me.

And only watched me. And Norton just below him bled more and more. Merciless.

Awareness came to me more and more. The knowledge that I was playing against one of the most brutal hunters infused my head with poison, a toxin of fear mixed fear and anxiety. With each successive sending off by the hunter, another member of my team.

The last one was Helen, who clearly through her watch told me not to go near her. So my only salvation was to find a trapdoor, somewhere located right on the map in the field. An underground passage that would keep me safe and my head cool, amidst my increasingly aching lungs. He was chasing me. I knew it. Even though I couldn't see him anywhere near me.

My hope was dying more and more, only to be suddenly hit on the head by the sight of the open flap of the underground passage.

Looking around once more, I finally ran out, with little hope that I could jump into the finally coveted quiet place without the thought that I might be caught right away. Oh, how foolish I was.

-Little lamb I don't want to play anymore?~ - This sudden voice made my head spin. And my heart pounded as a frosty breeze enveloped my frail figure in an embrace. Only for me to be violently pulled away from the only way of escape at the moment.

To just after that I felt male arms catch me from behind, without the slightest problem embracing me and holding me in an iron grip.

-No one has run away from me yet. And you won't be the first, little lamb. - His voice leaked through me like venom, but it did not cause pain, only a shudder.

But this voice was different, completely different from the way he laughed out loud or giggled meanly.

-Let me go! Let me go! - I jerked in his grasp, as if my life depended on it.

Since it depends on this right now, end he may not have knocked me down or hit me, only caught and held me. Just after a while too, easily catching and holding my hands at the wrists. Thanks to which he now gave me a better view as well as a reason not to struggle better in his grasp. The sight of his gloved hands and also the attached iron shiny slightly claws. It made it clear that if I really didn't want to accidentally cut the veins on my wrists, I'd better not jerk.

Even more so the moment one of his hands embraced my waist. Lifting me up easily. In such a way that I wouldn't touch the ground with my feet. And all she saw were his stilts, which themselves were now covered in blood and mud by the conditions that prevailed on this map.

However, now, the position I was in was of little concern to me now. After what words of the hunter spoken directly into my ear.

-Good, clever girl ~ Maybe this time it will be for me that you will play your lovely melody? Hm? - I didn't even realize when the Night Watch pulled off her mask, or just picked it up for herself, when a quiet and low murmur was directed directly to my ear.

And I could have really saved myself from sending to Helena a percentage of faster decoding.

-Did you lose your tongue sheepishly? ~ - He asked again, come this time his voice caused a shudder in my body, completely different and on top of that strange for me.

-Lovely frightened sheep ~ - In an instant he tightened his grip on me.

Only to then turn towards the shed. Pulling away, and me, away from the only way of my escape.

-I want to hear your melody, little one. And no matter how many times you beg me, I will listen to it ~ - And I could have given today's match to someone else after all.

My god...

[throwaway-yandere]

ESTHER (Yandere Idol!Kaeya Alberich/Reader)

CW: bodily harm. 

Alice's note, mother of Klee: I'm not sure why Lumine put you here exactly. I thought you'd end up with Aether– oh but I guess she wants to keep her brother to herself. Keep your guard up around Kaeya, "ESTHER". You'll never know what he's up to.

1k event masterlist

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Sometimes you couldn't tell if it was all in your head. You're supposed to be the assistant and Kaeya Alberich is your idol. 

So why the hell does it feel like it's the other way around?

Sometimes you couldn't tell if it was all in your head. Being the assistant is what you're supposed to do, and Kaeya Alberich is your hero.

He is unnervingly kind. Kaeya would make it a point to pull out seats, open doors, and give you a warm welcome each morning. For someone in your position, this is a big deal. Though it doesn't appear that way in photos and fancams, you were given the responsibility of managing him. Strangely enough, he spoke of what he does as if it were nothing. He'd laugh and say that he treats everyone with the same vigor, and almost mockingly tells you that he's sorry if he "led you on."

It was embarrassing.

Of course, Mister Alberich doesn't have any romantic attraction towards you. You're just his producer, nothing more, nothing less. During the album release celebration, he made that extremely apparent. Kaeya even went into detail about how you're just not his type and went so far as to offer a date if you were deeply saddened by his rejection. Needless to say, you were more than thankful that he confronted you alone on the balcony. However, you can't help but reserve some doubts regarding his sincerity so you spend your alone time pondering his words.

Fortunately, Diluc saw your dilemma.

"Chin up, (Y/n). You can only trust half of what he says, at best."

Without Diluc whispering rather earnestly to clear your head, you don't know how long you would've stayed on the balcony. You didn't understand what Mister Ragnvindr meant by that, but he was kind enough to (finally) give you his contact number. He insisted that if his adopted brother were to trouble you again "psychologically or otherwise", you should ring him up. 

When you went to work the next day, Kaeya already knew about your secret exchange. Not like he was being subtle about it.

"Good evening, Sir Alberich."

"Hmm, I think you're in the wrong room, Mx. Producer." He smiled so sweetly. It was kinda nauseating, but that was his intention. "Aether's in the lobby– oh, but maybe you're here for my brother?"

You smiled. 

Well, you're just relieved that your two-way joking banters had resumed. You don't want to spend the whole day silently ordering him around.

"Oh, wow, really? I definitely did not just see them both when I got here." You gasped exaggeratedly. "Do you think I should get his autograph?"

Kaeya scoffed, grinning, but his lips were strained and his eyes did not crinkle. He wasn't having a good day, you mentally noted.

"(Y/n)."

"Sir."

"What's my schedule for today?"

You laughed. Kaeya doesn't like it when you nag him. Strangely, he's practically begging to be bugged by asking this question.

"You have to practice for the To Be Reunited play. Act II - Scene 1 to 5. Afterward, you have a business meeting with assistant "Mei" and CEO Alhaitham–"

"Alright, alright, let me rephrase that." Kaeya sighed. His shoulders dropped down, and you realized just how tense he was earlier. "You. What's YOUR schedule for today?"

You raised an eyebrow. 'What are you trying to pull?' is what you want to say but judging from how your "boss" was trying to hide how dejected he looks, you're not going to push your luck.

"Same as yours, Sir Alberich." You told him nonchalantly.

"When are you– when are we BOTH free, then?"

"Around 3 to 5 PM."

"How fortunate." He grabbed his phone, typing something down. "Let's grab some chicken-mushroom skewers later– look forward to this." 

You shrugged. "Mushroom soup is better. Allow me to pay for it at least–"

"Can't hear you right now over the sound of me being SOOOO busy, (Y/n)."

"Heh. What a drama queen."  

-----------------

"Kaeya...?"

You unlocked his apartment's door.

He hasn't gone to work for days. Although three leaves of absence may not seem concerning, as a well-known idol, this is a producer's worst nightmare. His location said his phone is here, so you're acting under the assumption that he wouldn't leave without it. Although this act theoretically constitutes an invasion of privacy, you are desperate to find out why he suddenly went up and vanished.

"Listen– I brought some chicken-mushroom skewers!!! And one bowl of mushroom soup but that's not important..." You muttered the last sentence.

SHUT!!!

"Didn't your parents warn you not to enter a man's house so recklessly?"

In a blink of an eye, Kaeya was in front of you. His clothes were unkempt and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway. 

His starry cerulean eyes were melancholically breathtaking.

No– his starry cerulean eye.

You were so mesmerized and concerned that you didn't realize he had you backed up against the wall.

"What... What happened?" You traced your thumb lightly across his bandaged face. The gauze was not clean. This wound was recent. Regardless of what facts you found out, you couldn't fathom just who would try to hurt Kaeya like this. "Who did this? Who did this to you?!"

"Took you long enough." He muttered. 

Kaeya drew back slightly, but he refused to remove the hand that trapped you in this position. You reached out to grab your phone– to contact Diluc– but his large hand stopped you.

"Kaeya–"

"I did some digging a few days ago." Kaeya chuckled. His breath caressed your cheeks, but you can't move away. His free hand dangerously moved to cup your neck. "My dearest (Y/n), your name is already perfect the way it is. But why do hide behind the name ESTHER as well?"

You gulped. Shit.

"ESTHER."

They have a devoted following on all social media platforms. On their blog, ESTHER frequently engages with fans and posts fan-made content. Some might even dare to "delete" them by creating a phony account, but they are far too credible for such malicious slander.

What is "ESTHER" known for, exactly?

Well... 

"What does 5wirl have that ADDICKTZ don't? ADDICKTZ is the leading idol group. So how, I–" Kaeya's hollow laughter echoed. "–I'm sorry, I just don't get it. We're the group with the most fans, so why are you running a fan account for 5wirl– hell– why are you running a fan account for their stylist, Scaramouche? Why are you so prying– so nosy when it's about them? Aren't you the least bit curious about my past?"

His hold on your neck grew significantly firmer. You can still breathe, yet breathing felt wrong.

"You've..." His lips quivered, and his voice was now soft and weak. "You've never posted anything about me. Why? Was I not good enough for you? Everyone has their secrets, but this isn't a secret. This is quite the betrayal." 

He spat. "Is it true? Is it true that you wanted to join TEYVAT productions for a chance to be Aether's producer?"

You bit your lip.

You don't know the first thing of the hell you've put him through. Kaeya tried being just like Aether– he acted like a dog around you begging for more orders but he was met with your perplexed face instead. It just wasn't fair. 

Fitting how the name ESTHER also means "to hide or conceal." Guess you're both lying by omission, then.

"Kaeya..."

You yelped as he placed his head on the crook of your neck. His cold earring touched your shoulder, making you flinch. Kaeya whimpered. "Luck must hate me so much if it made me fall in love with someone who hates the cold."

Reluctantly, you wrapped your arm around his back, patting him. "Kaeya, you're still bleeding. Let's get you cleaned up."

"... So you're just going to ignore my confession, ESTHER?"

----------

"Chin up, (Y/n). You can only trust half of what he says, at best."

"Why, because he has a crush on me?"

"... You're a nosy person. I'm sure you already have the answer to that question."

----------

You laughed which made him hold you tighter. It was not a good time to laugh.

"Kaeya, let's focus on–"

"I know you hate confrontation but are you seriously running away now?" Kaeya looked down. Your shoulder feels soaked, and you can't tell if it's from his blood or his tears. "Please don't leave me. There's no way they'll let me stay as an idol now. I'm not blind– I know I'm a damaged product now and you'll leave me so–"

Hearing all this breaks your heart. This was not the confident Kaeya Alberich you worked with.  

And You? Leaving a nice man like him? Not a chance. 

Your heart won't allow it.

"Shhhhh... I-I'm not running away. I'd never leave you." You stuttered. "I'll tell you all that you need to know, but you have to let me help you."

Kaeya perked up.

Your guess was right.

He was crying.

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good."

Kaeya grinned.

Wonderful. His first strategy was a bust, but who knew you could be manipulated with just a few fake tears?

It seems like cutting his eye was a bright idea. Two birds, one stone. He gets to leave the company and you'll remain by his side. Kaeya can no longer tolerate living in his more successful brother's shadow, so he'll leave in the best way he can. 

Kaeya Alberich is a desperately lonely man. No fame can ever soothe the emptiness he's been dealt with.

He'll blame Diluc for this and pretend to be the bigger man. Of course, he's not going to take his older brother to court, he cares about him! Keep this incident a secret. But having one eye can be such a pain, please be there to help poor Kaeya out.

After all, you promised you'll stay and tell him everything, didn't you?

Ansytea: THANK YOU FOR JOINING THE YANDERE!IDOL EVENT ESTHER ANON :DD

[idkaguyorsomething]

favourite doctor who episode? (idk why I'm asking, still. have fun ranting about your favourite episode if you want to)

what an ask, there are so many incredibly episodes across all the eras that are outstanding in all these different ways, with so many characters i adore who all manage to stand out despite the lengthy history of this show. but when you asked, there was one standalone episode that came to mind immediately. so sorry to all those other ones, but for today we're going to discuss one episode (it's gonna be a long one):

dalek. nostalgia definitely plays a strong part in my choice here, especially since i saw it for the first time at a pretty impressionable point in my life. but hey, it wasn't always even my favorite episode with the a dalek in it (shout-out to asylum of the daleks), it all kinda shifted for my on my rewatch of the revival last year.

starting with my most obvious bias, NINE EPISODE <3 !!! i think a lot of us can agree that this episode has got a standout performance from christopher eccleston, one which undeniably carries so much of the episode as he channels his rage and pain into the character of the doctor. being pretty fresh off the time war, this is just about the first time where we get to see exactly how hurt the whole experience left the doctor, and it gives us just a hint of how utterly terrifying he was during a period where he lost everything. it's not just an episode where we get to see an iconic classic villain, it's one that's essential to fleshing out the doctor's character for newcomers and his development for classic fans.

speaking of iconic villains, oh my gosh the dalek itself in this episode is fucking terrifying. nostalgia is definitely playing a factor here again, but this is honestly one of the first times i remember being legitimately terrified by a tv show. we have exactly one alien to face off against here, and it's gunning down people left and right. this story does such a good job of establishing the menace of the daleks (among other things, we'll get to that later) and basically obliterating any of the jokes you could've come up with about how goofy it looks or other tone killers, it's a perfect reintroduction to the daleks. even when they reappear in larger numbers and act less effectively than in this episode, i can't help but think back to all the damage that a single dalek was able to do in this episode and think "ah fuck". if you don't know what a dalek is going into the episode, you're going to shit your pants by the end, and if you do know, then the buildup before the reveal and first confrontation is going to have you on the edge of your seat before it pays off spectacularly. top-tier tension.

the bunker is a pretty brilliant choice of a setting as well, since having it be on earth instead of a spaceship helps reinforce the feeling that the doctor and the dalek are very much alone in the universe. there's other places out there that we've visited, sure, but now they're both trapped underground in this dingy backwater planet, cut off from their respective cultures that don't even exist anymore and the wide open world.

it's a smaller thing, but i also love to hate on the villain of van statten here. he's such a puffed-up wannabe who thinks that his money can get him anything or out of any situation, and in an age of dunking on all these techbro ceos who make increasingly dumbass choices that screw over tons of people, his character has aged surprisingly well. fuck this idiot, i bet he'd have been one of the first to buy in on nfts or kiss elon musk's ass if he'd still had his fortune by the end of the episode. (also adam is here but i don't think we're actually meant to dislike him in this episode, so let's just pretend that he doesn't exist)

okay but this episode really gives us a lot of interesting stuff about rose as well. personally i think the world war three/boom town episodes do this the best, but this might just be season 1 rose at her most unhinged. she touches a spooky sad trash can alien, it starts killing everything, then at the end she discourages the doctor from destroying it despite the fact that it's clearly suicidal. we get to see the extent that her compassion for all things reaches, and how it can be a flaw as much as a virtue for her. i'm not saying she or the doctor were entirely right while the other was entirely wrong, but their opposite stances on what to do with the dalek at the end is the lynchpin of the climax, and the way she snaps him into revealing his trauma is a perfect demonstration of why he keeps around companions. (though bringing adam on board the tardis was 100% a stupid decision, okay that's the last time i'll mention him)

but then we have the dalek itself. and i think the most impressive thing about this entire episode is how it legitimately manages to instill a sense of tragedy in the dalek's existence even though it is demonstrably a complete monster. it's another really fascinating parallel to the doctor that the titular dalek becomes infected by humanity as a means of coping post-time war, and this completely emotionally annihilates it. unlike the doctor, who committed some... morally dubious actions but was still relatively fresh off the boat when humans started rubbing off on him, this dalek has committed atrocity after atrocity after atrocity, the only thing that a dalek can know how to do. so those human emotions rubbing off on it and shifting its nature so that it becomes aware that there are other things to do, and what it has done is indisputably wrong is kinda perfect karma. and from its perspective, the dalek is experiencing the most horrifying fate that a dalek could experience. the implications of what it's going through, of having the very foundations of its self shifted in a way that is fundamentally incompatible with what it has known all its life, to the point where clinging on to its old hatred and self destructing before this change can progress any further, has just stuck with me for ages. when you read into how it's a foil to the doctor, and remember that the doctor has changed so much over the ages, especially during the time war, it gives you insight into both characters. it's tragic and fascinating and there are so many ways that you can read into it.

(here's a picture of iris wildthyme just to break up all the text)

anyways, dalek is a really well-written, incredibly tense, magnificently acted self-contained episode that still manages to tie into an be essential to the overarching narrative. i thought about it so much that i started writing a fanfic what-if about it. if you made it to the end of this post have a cookie.

[nicksbestie]

Ash teaching Y/N to drum or seeing them drumming and feeling proud

Loved this request <3

Enjoy!!!

Drummer Boy

Pairing - Ashton Irwin x reader

Warnings - none

Word Count - 3583(!!!)

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You couldn’t believe your life had ended up like this. An incredibly fortunate twist of fate brought you into what you had only dreamt of as a child. A pop star's partner. You had run into Ashton Irwin at a coffee shop while he and the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer were on tour. It had been purely coincidence, and honestly an embarrassing experience that he loves to remind you of. You’d turned around too quickly, rushing, looking down at your phone, and collided with him. Luckily he’d found the fluster amusing, and continued to come in.

That coffee shop had always been one of your routine trips in the morning, and after conversation after conversation, he’d finally weaseled his way into getting your number, and things had spiraled from there and here you were, waking up, albeit alone, in his bed, all of your stuff covering half of the walls and dressers.  

And he was a drummer, no less. You’d always had a thing for drummers. Maybe it was the easy workout they get, or maybe it was just the fact that you’d always had a thing for members of the rhythm section. You know what they say. 

You’d slid out of bed and had walked down to make coffee in the kitchen, not feeling like going out today. Wandering into the home studio that Ashton had created while working on Superbloom, you sat down at the small stool behind the piano. You knew a few of their songs off the top of your head, playing a slow rendition of Lover Of Mine when an idea popped into your head. 

You decided to create a cover of Lover Of Mine just for Ashton. Valentine’s Day was quickly approaching and you thought it would be super sweet to do. Although, you didn’t quite know how to play Ashton’s drum part. So, you would leave that for last. You knew how to play guitar, piano, and bass, so you’d record those first. Ashton had shown you enough on mics to know how to professionally create a demo, instead of just recording and doing overlays on your music app on your phone. 

Picking through specific tabs, you decided to start with the bass ones to record because they’d be the most suspicious to be caught recording. Ashton already knew you knew how to play Lover Of Mine on the piano, so that wouldn’t be a surprise, and the chords for the song aren’t the only song using them, so guitar could be played off easily. However, the bass tabs were unique so that would have to be the first one that was recorded. 

You’d always had a love for the bass guitar. The other half of the rhythm section had always called your name. It wasn’t too difficult to quickly get used to the movement of tabs and the adjustment of holding the instrument, and it wasn’t hard to quickly record the beat of it. Listening over the track many ,many times until you decided that it was good enough for you to move on, you quickly made sure it was saved so you wouldn’t lose all of your work. Not like it would take a while to redo it, but still. More hassle with not enough time in the day. 

Moving on to the guitar part, you remembered the main reason you liked bass better. It was easier. The guitar chords hurt your fingers as the thin strings dug into them, and the chords made annoying buzzy sounds, but eventually you got the hang of it. You’d been playing guitar for years, but you still weren’t a huge fan of it, or amazing at it. It just wasn’t your best instrument. That’s okay though, you mastered the few simple chords fairly quickly, almost finishing the guitar part just as quickly as the bass tabs.

This left the piano and drum parts left. Knowing the piano version by heart, you moved back over to work on it quickly. You got caught up in it, enjoying the way that the keys pressed down under your fingers and the pedal amplified the gentle sound. Piano has always been a way to relax and let stress roll off of you. It was like Ashton’s drumming. He used it as stress relief as well. But piano felt different, in a way. There was gentle piano, like Lover Of Mine, and then there was your angry songs, like Take Me To Church, with the trauma-filled lyrics and the pounding beat to it. You sat, recording the piano parts, letting yourself get lost in the melody, and the lyrics rolling through your head.

Drums. The drumming part was gonna be hard. You didn’t know drums. But you were going to try your best to get it done. It might take a few days, and you might have to ask Ashton for help, which you would have to try really hard to not raise his suspicion about it. He had a creepy way of always knowing what was going through your head, and while this may help most of the time, right now it definitely wouldn’t.

Luckily, he took a lot of interest and fun into showing other people how to play his favorite instrument, so you knew a little bit. But not nearly enough to learn a full song, so you spent hours googling and tinkering with it trying to figure out how it would all come together. You relistened to the studio track and the live versions of Lover Of Mine, trying to figure out just how important the drumming was to the song. (Obviously, it’s very important, but you were weighing your options of seeing if it would sound remotely similar or close enough without the drumming in it. That way you could just leave the drums out and you’d be more likely to get away with keeping this secret until Valentine’s Day, and you wouldn’t have to ask Ashton for his help.)

You slipped headphones on to listen to the track while trying to match the sounds on the instrument in front of you. Time was quickly passing by, as you kept the song on loop, slowly working part by part to make progress through the song. You’d gotten about halfway through, completely oblivious to your audience. 

Ashton was standing there, leaning against the doorway. He’d decided to not make you aware of his existence yet. He’d been standing there for quite some time, watching your frustration and your moments of elation when you finally matched them and got some of the notes and beat right. He knew he’d taught you most of what you were using, but it also made him super proud that you were even attempting on your own. It shot fondness straight to his heart, knowing that you were trying to figure out and enjoy the instrument he built his entire life on, the one thing that he loved the most, second only to you. 

He didn’t yet recognize the beat you were attempting to play, but that was fine. He didn’t need to know everything. There was enough he could figure out with just watching that he didn’t want to disturb you. He did wonder why you didn’t just wait and ask him for help when he got back, but shrugged it off. You didn’t have to tell him everything, and he’d always admired your strong sense of independence. It was only when your forehead lines started to crease in frustration and your mouth turned into a thin line in anger, that he decided to step in. Your back was to him, the door being behind the drum kit. He didn’t want to scare you, so he walked up and gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you need some help with that?” 

Despite the gentle touch, you were still a bit startled, not expecting him to be there. You quickly pulled off the headphones and switched off of the tab showing the Lover Of Mine tutorial, hoping desperately he hadn’t seen it. You weren’t quite so lucky. He didn’t say anything about it, but he had a small smile on his face that clearly showed he’d seen it. You were happy he didn’t ask questions. Instead, he just reached for the drumsticks in your hands. 

“May I?” 

You nodded, and let go of them, letting him take them from your grip. You stood up and let him take the stool. He sat down and started to play the song. You had taken a seat on the couch across the room, listening and watching the way he easily hit all the correct notes, all the right rhythms. You were slightly jealous of his ability to easily pick up any single instrument that he tried. You’d never been able to do that. But at the same time it was a talent that you admired in him. Among other things, of course. But it was definitely at the top of the list. He finished the song, smiling. 

“That the one you were going for?” 

You nodded. 

“Yea.” 

“Any specific reason?” 

“Nope.”

He cocked an eyebrow.

“You sure? You shook your head oddly fast for it to be a coincidence.” 

“I’m sure.” 

He smiled. You knew he could tell you were lying about it, but he didn’t seem to be too hurt. He was many things, but a fool did not happen to be one of them. He knew there was some secret you were holding, but he wasn’t offended by you not wanting to tell him. He’d always respected your privacy when it came to things you didn’t want to tell him, as long as you weren’t holding back hurtful things. However, he did want to help, if you’d let him. 

“Alright then. Come over here, I’ll teach you to play it.”

About an hour later, you’d pretty much mastered the song. Thank god. You knew full well that you wouldn’t have been able to do it without him, but you were also incredibly relieved that you didn’t completely spill your secret and surprise for the upcoming week when he walked in. Thank god he never asked any questions, and didn’t push you to answer anything you didn’t want to. 

“I think you’ve got it!” 

You smiled. Finally. 

“I think so too. Only took forever.” 

He laughed, a real laugh, not one of the chuckles he forces out in interviews when he’s uncomfortable. That made you so much more relieved. 

“It actually didn’t take that long. I expected more time, to be completely honest. Not like I mind. I love spending time with my two favorite things to do.” 

You gave a playful glare. 

“You really chose that wording?” 

He laughed again. 

“Sorry babe. Couldn’t resist.” 

“You definitely could.” 

It was just banter, there was no legitimate anger behind your words.  

Now, you just had to wait until the next day when he wasn’t around so you could record the drum part without him being suspicious over what you were up to. Which turns out, wouldn’t take that long. Just the next day, he walked into your doorway and gently knocked on the frame. 

“Hey love?”

You looked up from scrolling on your phone. 

“Yea, what’s up?” 

He gave a soft, yet sad smile. 

“I have to go to the studio for a few hours. I know that we were supposed to spend today together, and I’m sorry.” 

“It’s alright! I know you guys have a lot to do, with the album release coming up and all the promo. No worries!! Just text me when you’re on your way back okay? We can take a rain check for now.”

He walked over and hugged you. 

“I don’t deserve you.” 

You rolled your eyes. 

“You deserve me and more. Go get your work done. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

You were really happy actually, that he finally got out of the house. Not because you didn’t want to spend time with him, but Valentine’s Day was tomorrow, and you had to be able to finish the cover before that morning. Now you would have the opportunity to finish the drum part and the singing part in your short time alone. And that was exactly what you got done. Still remembering the way and rhythm of the drumming, you knocked that out first. You barely made any mistakes and got it done in just a few takes, quickly overlaying it with all of the guitar, bass, and piano cover parts, making sure that it sounded satisfactory to gift. It did. 

You were incredibly happy with the way it was sounding so far, and moved on to start recording the lyrics. You truly enjoyed singing, and had almost gone into it as a career. It was still a heavy secondary part of you. Because of that, you were heavily critical of your own voice. You couldn’t stand listening to it back, which was going to make the recording of it so much more difficult. You recorded triple the takes of every single instrument you’d recorded already put together. You hated the way they all sounded, and you knew in the back of your mind that it was really just your anxiety speaking and that they all sounded fine. However, that didn’t stop the perfectionism in you, so you continued to do take after take until you were satisfied with the results given. 

Finally, you were happy with it, and you moved on to making sure that everything sounded good when it was overlaid and mixed together. It was fairly easy to make sure that all the instruments sounded good, and you decided to just leave it there. You thought the acoustic idea gave it more authenticity and you wanted to keep it that way. It felt more real, more loving. You liked the feeling of it and you hoped Ashton would too. Your phone dinged, right as you were thinking about him, with a message from the devil himself. 

“Hi love, be home in 10. Got everything done, tomorrow is ours!”

“Sounds great. See you soon! <;3”

You quickly finished up everything you were working on, and made sure the demo was saved, but hid it under a folder of other recordings, hoping he wouldn’t look into that specific one later that night. Right as you finished closing everything off and making sure that the drums didn’t look touched, you heard the door open. You slipped behind the piano, pulling up some of the current songs you’d been working on in your free time, gently beginning to play them and waiting for Ash to walk in on his own. It didn’t take him long at all. He came and sat in the room with you, seating himself on the couch and simply listening. The longer the song went, the more a smile grew across his face. As the song drew to a close, you met eyes and smiled back at him.

“I love listening to you play.” 

The smile remained on your face. 

“I could say the same.”

A ton of songs were covered that night, singing, playing, mostly soft loving ones for the upcoming holiday. 

Waking and sitting up the next morning you let out a small sigh of relief. You’d kept the secret until Valentine’s Day. Admittedly one of your favorite smaller holidays. You liked the special days, the ones filled with love and care, even if you both received and shared that same amount of love and care every day. You wouldn’t have settled for less, but you’d never felt like you settled for anything with Ashton. He was truly above and beyond anything you’d ever asked for. You couldn’t wait to show him the gift you’d made him, but you were going to have to wait a bit, for two reasons. The first being that he wasn’t even awake, and the second one being that you had another thing for him. It wasn’t as huge as the cover, but you’d gotten him sunflower seeds to plant in the backyard, knowing he’d been wanting to for a while, along with a card. 

He shifted next to you, rising. His arm reached out, grabbing yours and pulling you back down to lay next to him. 

“C’mere. It’s too early.” 

You laughed. 

“It’s 10:00, goofball. Get up.” 

He shifted, making eye contact. 

“Still too early. Not moving yet.” 

“Happy Valentine's Day to you too, lovely.”

He lifted himself up to press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Give me another hour and I promise to woo you.” 

You laughed. 

“Fine. I’m getting up though.” 

He pouted. You relented. 

“Okay, I’ll stay for a bit.” 

Watching as his breath evened out, you waited until you were completely sure that he was asleep. Once you were positive, you slipped out of bed to go set out his stuff on the counter, minus the demo. Doing this, you realized it would make more sense to do it in your home studio room, so that’s where you decided to do it. You moved everything into there, and smiled when you realized Ashton had had the same idea. 

Walking in, there was a vase of flowers sitting on the piano bench, a note taped to them, and a card with your name written in cursive on the front. Deciding to open the card later, you read the small note. 

“I set this up last night after you went to bed. If you’re reading this alone, I probably begged you to let me sleep a bit longer because I hate waking up early. I love you!!! Don’t open the card without me please. <;3”

“I see you found my note.” 

You turned around to see Ash standing in the doorway, hair all ruffled and clearly having just gotten up. 

“I did. It’s been less than an hour though, I’m shocked to see you awake.” 

“The bed got cold without you. Happy Valentine’s Day. Wanna open cards? I got you flowers, obviously.” 

You smiled. 

“Absolutely.”

Cards were opened, and Ashton had the biggest smile opening the small packets of sunflower seeds. 

“I can’t wait to plant these.” 

You laughed. 

“I was hoping you’d be excited. I know you love sunflowers.”

“You’re my sunflower.” 

“Don’t be cheesy.” 

He rolled his eyes. You gave him a side hug to placate him. 

“I have one more thing for you.”

His eyebrows raised in questioning. 

“Okay. Should I be scared?”

You gave a playful glare. 

“No. You should be excited.”

Grabbing the headphones, you handed them to him. 

“You have to put these on.” 

He gave a skeptical look. 

“I’m scared.” 

You gave him a hit to the arm. 

“Shut up and put the headphones on before I revoke my gift.”

He laughed. 

“Fine, fine. Don’t play some creepy sounds.”

You didn’t dignify it with a reply, you just reached over and clicked play on your cover. It didn’t take him very long to realize what was playing in his ears, and his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. 

“Babe-” 

“Listen now, talk later, yeah?” 

It didn’t take very long for the song to finish up, and his face was adorned in such a huge smile. 

“You like it?” 

“I loved it.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Wait a minute- that’s what you were learning the drums for?!” 

You laughed. 

“Yes. I had it all planned, I already had the guitar and bass and piano recorded before you got home. You came home earlier than I expected, and I had to accept your help and hope you wouldn’t ask too many questions. Luckily, you didn’t, although I could tell you had quite a few spinning around in your brain. You made my job amazingly easy when you had to disappear for a few hours to the studio for the next day, giving me all the time I needed. You almost caught me recording the vocals though, I had just finished saving, overlaying, and mixing it with all the instrument tracks when you walked in. I was terrified you’d see the nervousness on my face when I quickly moved over to play the piano right as you entered the room.”

He shook his head, shock and amusement on his face. He couldn’t believe you’d pulled this off right under his nose. Well, maybe that was a lie. You definitely had the guts and the persistence to pull it off, and you definitely contain the ability to create the element of surprise. The thing he was mostly shocked about was the fact that you didn’t have the ability to keep a secret for the life of you, so he was floored that you were able to keep this quiet and continue to work on it for two days. Although, I suppose it is easier when he wasn’t even there.

“I can’t decide whether to laugh, cry, or kiss you.” 

You took a few steps closer to him. 

“I’m good with all three, but I’m especially down for the last one.” 

“I figured you would be.” 

He smiled, pulling you a few steps closer for a long kiss. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you.” 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you more.”

[xojennyboo]

Hey everyone. Here’s a small update. I hope you’re enjoying my writing. I think I’m going to start posting on Mondays and start a little set schedule for this. Don’t forget to submit your requests. Thank you and Happy Reading!

Harry was angelic. A sex god. When he performed on stage, he had everyone at the palm of his hand. The way he commanded the stage and had every fan screaming his name was a sight to see. It turned you on in ways you couldn't explain. You were very fortunate that you were able to travel with him and watch him perform almost every night. You always stood on the side of the stage, dancing and singing along to his music.

One thing that you and he did after every show was go up to your hotel room and order room service. He was always hungry after his shows. One thing he didn't do during the tour was drink. He tried not going out to clubs, unless he had to, and drink or stay up super late. He enjoyed his quiet time and tried to rest the most that he could. You tried to make that possible for him the best you could. Your relationship to Harry has been a secret for quite some time, the only people who knew were his closest friends and family. You liked it this way, you didn't have to worry about meeting a certain perspective to the world. His fans were always sweet to you, thankful that Harry had a "friend" to look after him. That's what you were to the public, Harry's best friend.

Today you were in New York City where he was playing at Madison Square Garden. Today was an important night due to him being recognized for selling out a certain number of shows. You couldn't be prouder of the man that drove you crazy. After the show, you stayed behind and went to his dressing room to get his belongings ready for when you left. He was having a bit of a photoshoot taking pictures with colleagues and the banner that had his name on it. You enjoyed the quietness that filled his dressing room, making cleaning up enjoyable in a way. You packed his cologne, shoes, chargers, and all his things in his duffle bag. After that you decided to sit on the chair in front of his vanity and wait for him.

As you sat there in silence, you could start hearing an increase in volume coming from outside his room. "Sorry guys but I'm a bit tired. I just want to go back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow. Maybe another time?", you could hear him say. You guessed some of his colleagues wanted to go out and celebrate his new accomplishment. "Has anyone seen y/n? ", you hear him ask. After a couple of mumbles that you couldn’t hear, the door opened revealing a sweaty Harry. His eyes searched the room until they landed on you, a smile immediately overtaking his face. He came in, closed the door, and walked towards you, standing in between your legs that were hanging on the chair due to the height, accommodating his height instead of yours.

Without speaking, he cupped your face in his large hands, and kissed you. It was a gentle kiss, slowly moving your lips against one another due to feeling neglected the whole day. He pulled back, pressing his forehead against yours and wiping your bottom lip with his thumb. "Hey", he whispered, his tired eyes looking into yours that weren't as tired as his. "Hey", you say back giving him a small smile. "Ready to go to the hotel?", he asks, simply nodding your head as your answer. "Come on then ", he says, taking your hand in his until you walked out of the quiet dressing room and into the busy hallway. You withdrew your hand from his and walked in front of him, keeping your distance as you walked out of the venue and into the black car that was waiting for the both of you. You got on first, waiting a couple minutes as Harry bid goodbye to his crew. With the door still opened, he climbed in right next to you, putting an arm against your shoulder, and pulling you to his side, placing a gentle kiss to your temple.

No words were exchanged between the two of you. The car ride to the hotel maintaining a comfortable silence. You occasionally looked up towards Harry, his eyes meeting yours the first couple of times but the last time you did it you saw his head resting back against the seat with his eyes closed and his lips ajar slightly. You couldn't help but smile to yourself, admiring how peaceful he looked in this very moment. The ride to the hotel took a bit longer than it should've due to the traffic. Considering how late it was, you were always surprised that these streets stayed busy no matter what time it was. You closed your eyes for a bit, still awake so you knew when you would arrive. What felt like half an hour was only 10 minutes that passed until you had arrived at your destination. "Baby we're here", you whispered at Harry, patting his arm a bit to not startle him from his nap. His eyes slightly opened and looked side to side realizing we were here. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and nodded. He opened the door to get out first, going around the vehicle to open yours. He always opened the door for you, a gesture of his that you've gotten accustomed to.

When he opened the door, he stuck out his hand for you to take, gladly doing so as you got out. He thanked the driver before closing the door and making our way into the hotel and up to the penthouse. Since you were staying in New York for a while, he decided to get you guys a comfortable room, a penthouse being his preference. Once there, you immediately took your shoes off making yourself comfortable. "Are you hungry?", you ask your tired boyfriend as he plumped himself on the coach in front of the TV. "Starving", he mumbles. You grab the room service menu and decide on what to get. "Any preference?", you ask him, walking over to the couch and sitting on his lap so he could see the menu too. He skimmed it with you until he pointed at something he wanted. "A burger sounds good right about now", he says. " Ooh that does sound good. Burgers it is then", you say grabbing the phone and placing the order. As you waited, you decided on unpacking some things from his duffle bag, like his shoes and charger. The food arrived quickly as there was a knock on the door. You opened the door, rolled the cart inside and thanked the employee. "Foods here babe", you announce. You placed the meals on the kitchen island, the food making your mouth water. You feel Harry's presence behind you as you were placing napkins on each side of the plates, his arms sneaking around your waist. "Can we shower after we eat?", he mumbles against your neck, his curls tickling your face causing you to giggle. "Yes, we can Harry. Now sit down and eat before the food gets cold", you say, placing a simple kiss on his cheek before sitting down on the stool.

You both sat and took a bite of your burger. It was so good, your head falling back, your eyes closed, and a moan of satisfaction coming out of you as the burger tasted heavenly. You looked in front of you, opening your eyes to land on Harry who was staring at you with a smirk on his face. "Sorry", you mumbled, getting slightly embarrassed at your reaction from a simple burger. "It is good", he chuckled taking a big bite out of his. For the rest of your meal you sat in silence, enjoying each other's company. Once finished, you gathered the empty dishes and placed them on the cart before taking the cart outside and leaving it by the door. Harry was cleaning the island counter when you walked back. He looked down at you, so you hugged him and looked up at him. You took this time to admire everything about him. He was the definition of someone who was imperfectly perfect. No one was perfect, but he was damn close to being it. "What?", he chuckled at your staring. "I didn't get the chance to tell you before, but I am extremely proud of you Harry”, you genuinely say to him, giving him a tight hug and burying your face against his chest.

He didn't say anything, he knew that your words met the world to him, and you knew that. He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a few seconds, embracing you. "Thank you", he silently says his hold on you becoming tighter as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you; you know that right?" he says to you, pulling away slightly to look at your face. “Yes, I do. And I love you", you reassure. He smiles at you placing a small kiss on your forehead this time. "Come on, let's go shower ", he says pulling you upstairs into your shared bedroom. He disappears into the bathroom, turning the shower on so that the water could heat up. You discarded your clothes, placing them in the dirty hamper and putting on the silky robe over your naked body. Harry walked into the room, removing his own clothing as you walked into the bathroom, the heat of the water making the bathroom steamy.

You tied your hair up into a messy bun, refusing to wet your hair tonight. You felt his hands grip your waist from behind you as you finished tying up your hair. "I could never tire from telling you how beautiful you are", he says kissing your neck. You hummed in response to his kisses loving the way his lips felt on your skin. You turned around in his grip facing him. Your hands immediately going up to his face, pushing back a curl that was hanging by his forehead. He took your hand in his, pulling the palm of your hand towards his lips, placing a gentle kiss there. You loved his gentle affections; they made you feel special and made you feel like you were the only two people in the world. He let go of your hand, gently putting it down, his hands going towards the front of your robe untying the small knot. Without breaking eye contact, he gently removed the robe from your shoulders, exposing the naked skin, and moved it down your arms until it was completely off, the silky item pooling at the bottom of your feet. Your naked body was exposed in front of him to do as he wished. He stepped closer to you, reaching down to your naked thighs, picking you up, your legs wrapping around his naked waist. "Let's go shower darling", he lightly says, walking both of you into the spacious shower.

As soon as the door opened, you were engulfed in steam, your muscles instantly relaxing. Still in his arms, he walked towards the water, his curly hair getting drenched and drooping his face causing you to laugh. He put you down to your feet, his hands going up to his hair and pushing it out of his face. While he did so, you took your time and admired his tattooed body. You loved the tattoos he had, each one having a different meaning to him regardless of him getting some when he was under the influence of alcohol. You stepped closer to his body, your lust speaking out, wanting his affection. Your hands moved up his abdomen to land on his pecks. Harry looked at your every move as you kissed between his pecks, leaving small delicate kisses. Your hands moved upwards to his collarbones, tracing each swallow that adorned it. He hummed at the feeling of your gentle touch, watching as his eyes closed taking the feeling of your touch in. Your hands moved upwards again, tracing up his neck until your hands cupped his face. His eyes reopened, a small smirk playing on his lips waiting for your next move.

Your breathing slowly started to pick up, one due to you initiating what you both were craving for, and secondly due to the steam. Your lips parted as you were both silent, the only noise was the sound of the water falling on Harry's back and now, your heavy breathing. You looked at his eyes and then down at his wet lips. He knew what you wanted, but he wanted you to make the first move. He knew that you were nervous, your eyes speaking for you, you never initiated anything and that was due to your lack of confidence. You saw his smirk become more prominent as his hands were placed on your hip. "Kiss me y/n " he whispers. You looked at his eyes and immediately closed yours as you learned up on your toes and crashed your lips to his. He leaned down your lips, savoring one another's, and picked you up, your body slipping a bit due to the wetness. Your arms dropped around his shoulders, hands gripping his wet curls, he pushes you against the tiled wall, pinning you to it with his body weight. Your head leaned to the side as you deepened the kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth as his did the same.

You occasionally sucked his lips, taking turns with his top and bottom lip. He bit your bottom lip, pulling it with his teeth a little as he withdrew from kissing your lips and venturing down to your neck. He kissed down your neck, lightly biting your earlobe in the process. He sucked on your neck; right below your ear creating a small red mark that will eventually bruise. He licked down to your shoulders, kissing across your collarbones and kissing your other shoulder. His lips kissed down the valley between your breast, his grip on your hips tightening. Your eyes were closed feeling his lips all over your body, savoring every moment. Before you know, you feel his hot wet mouth attach to your sensitive nipple causing a gasp to come out of you at the feeling. He swirled his tongue around the nub, biting it slightly with his teeth as he pinched the other. Your hands went down to his head, caressing it as he took your other nipple in his mouth. Every swirl of his tongue creating tingles in your now wet pussy. He kneeled down in front of you, your eyes opening and anticipating his next move.

You looked down at him, him looking up at you, giving you some sort of confidence within you. "What do you want baby tell me", he says kissing your thighs, his lips dangerously close to where you wanted him the most. "You know what I want Harry. Don't make me say it", you say between gasp, the anticipation starting to be too much. "Mmm honey but I want to hear it come out of those delicious lips of yours", he teases sucking on your thigh causing you to whine in pleasure. "Come on baby, tell me what you want", he encourages you. You don't know what possessed you to do what you did next, but you grabbed his head and buried his face in your aching pussy, your fingers gripping his hair. "Eat me, Harry. Make me cum with your tongue", you pant. Your words caused a growl to emit from him as he spread your pussy lips to suck on your clit. The second his tongue started lapping on your pussy your head leaned back against the wet wall. He leaned his head to the side to get a better angle, his tongue swirling around your entrance collecting your excitement. "Mmm honey you taste so good", he grunts against your pussy causing your small whines into moans. He spread your lips sucking on your clit creating the small bubble to start forming in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck Harry, just like that baby, don't stop", you moan out.

He moaned against your pussy the vibration bringing you closer to the edge. He flicked his tongue on your clit a few more times sending you into a world of pure ecstasy. Your thighs trembled against his head, his wet curls tickling your skin. As he licked you clean your pants started to slow down. He stood back up and kissed your lips tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hands roamed his wet body until they landed on his erect penis. You slowly gripped the base and lightly tugged on it, your thumb sliding across his red tip. He lightly groaned against your lips, slightly thrusting into your hand. You wanted him in your mouth but before you could kneel, he stopped you. "No baby, I want to be inside you", he panted against your lip. He picked you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and pinned you against the wet wall. Your hands were around his neck for leverage. Wasting no time, he grabbed the base of his cock and slid right in. Your head leaned against the wall, your mouth agape as a small moan came out, him groaning of the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick.

Immediately Harry's hips started to move, the angle that he was holding you in made the tip of his cock hit your cervix with each thrust. The grip of his hands on your hips tightening as he rammed into you. The mixture of his thrusts and the hot steam was taking a toll on you, your breathing becoming heavy. Harry's face was buried into your neck placing small kisses as you did the same on his shoulder. His dick felt so good in you, a feeling you haven't felt in a while due to his hectic schedule. "Fuck y/n, your pussy feels amazing wrapped around me”, he panted. All you could do was moan in response feeling your second orgasm approaching. His own orgasm was approaching too, the change in position giving you a hint. He put his arms under your legs your lower back lifting from the wall and began to thrust harder and faster.

The new angle was heaven, making your moans become louder and louder as your orgasm was closer. "Oh fuck, on fuck Harry", you panted. His grunts turned into moans, the grip on your thighs tightening definitely leaving a mark. "Cum with me baby", he said, his forehead against yours as his thrust were becoming sloppier. For the second time your thighs were shaking, and soon both of you were cumming, his thrusts becoming too much as you squirted on him. Your body was very sensitive right now, the heat mixed with your powerful orgasm sending you into a bliss leaving you dumbfucked. This has only happened a handful of times, usually happening when you've had an intense orgasm.

You couldn't stop panting as Harry rode out your highs. Your body became limp, Harry noticing your state of mind. "Fuck baby", he kissed your temple, slowly putting you on your feet, but not letting you go. "I'll take care of you baby", he says. Your body felt weak as he washed your body and then his. After he was done, he dried your body and carried you into your bed. You didn't feel his presence for a bit, your eyes closing as you tried getting out of this state. You felt a dip of the bed next to you as he wrapped you both in a huge blanket. There was no need in changing into clothes, both of you liking sleeping naked. He cuddled you, his fingers running through your hair that was now loose. When did he do that? "Come back to me beautiful", he whispers against your ear. "Mmmm", you managed to say. "That's right baby, talk to me" he encourages.

Slowly, and little by little you started coming out of that bliss. You started feeling his fingertips more, his voice was clearer, and your body moving. As soon as you were out of it you turned around in his grip, opening your eyes up to meet his green ones. "There she is", he says smiling at you. He leaned in and pecked your lips. "Sorry. it was the heat", you apologized, hiding your face against his warm naked chest. You hear him chuckle, his fingers still running through your hair. "You have nothing to apologize for baby. It was very sexy in my opinion", he says making you smile. "How are you feeling now?", he asked, sounding a bit concerned. You looked at him and smirked. "I feel better now", you say. "Are you tired?", you ask. Your hands went up to his damp hair and ran through it, his eyes closing, loving the feeling. "Hammered", he mumbles. "Go to sleep baby", you whispered. “What about you?", he whispers back. "I'll go to sleep too. I'm tired as well", you whispered. You leaned over his body, turning off the lamp on his side, then leaning over your other side to turn off the lamp. The room now engulfed in pure darkness. "Goodnight darling", he mumbles, pulling your body closer to him. "Goodnight baby", you say back closing your eyes. "Thank god I decided not to go out", he clearly says making both of you to laugh before your sleep overlook the both of you. Definitely worth staying in, you thought.

[mycryptosuite]

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Twice's 10th member being babysat by Girls Generation (SNSD)

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend AlexHarris661 who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :)

The request: Hi I really love your book. I want to request can you do where y/n is still a minor (like 14) and the members have a schedule until late night and they left y/n with girls generation and they all love her and she took a liking at Tiffany who thought y/n is adorable hugging a stuff dinosaur. They play games and feed y/n and at night Tiffany cuddle y/n to sleep and y/n want to visit them again because she had a lot of fun with them.

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The city of Seoul sparkled under the night sky as TWICE hurriedly made their way to their packed schedule. It was a typical day in the life of K-pop idols, and as always, their tightly packed itinerary left them with little time for anything else. However, today was different because they were faced with an unexpected situation... Y/N, their youngest member, who was only fourteen years old, had a school event that required her attendance.

As they gathered in their dressing room, concern etched on their faces, Nayeon, aka mom number 2, addressed the issue. 

Nayeon - I know we're all swamped with our schedule today, but our kid has a school event that she can't miss. We can't leave her alone at the dorm, so I was thinking... What if we ask Girls' Generation if they could look after her for the day?

The members nodded in agreement, relieved that there was a solution to their predicament. They knew that Girls' Generation were not only their seniors but also friendly and caring idols who had a deep bond with TWICE. It was a fortunate coincidence that they had a day off.

Jihyo, TWICE's reliable leader and Y/N's omma, took out her phone and quickly dialled a number. 

Jihyo - I'll call Taeyeon unnie. She's usually the one we talk to.

Within moments, Taeyeon answered the call. After a brief conversation, they arranged for TWICE's sunshine to spend the day with Girls' Generation. Despite the hectic schedule ahead, the TWICE members felt a weight lifted off their shoulders, knowing that Y/N would be in good hands.

As Y/N arrived at Girls' Generation's spacious apartment, she was met with warm smiles and welcoming hugs from the legendary K-pop group. The members of Girls' Generation had always been like big sisters to her, and she felt at ease in their presence.

Taeyeon, the group's leader, ruffled Y/N's hair affectionately. 

Taeyeon - We're so glad you're here, baby. It's going to be a fun day with us.

Y/N beamed up at Taeyeon.

Y/N - I'm excited, unnie!

The other members gathered around, introducing themselves to TWICE's angel and making her feel right at home. Sunny, Sooyoung, Yuri, Seohyun, and Hyoyeon all had a unique warmth about them, and it didn't take long for Y/N to feel like she was part of their family.

But it was Tiffany, with her bright smile and warm eyes, who captured Y/N's heart from the moment they met. Tiffany knelt down to the younger girl's eye level and extended her hand. 

Tiffany - Hi, sweetie. I'm Tiffany. I've heard so much about you.

Y/N shook Tiffany's hand shyly, feeling a flush of excitement. 

Tiffany - I know who you are! You're my favourite member!

Tiffany's eyes twinkled with delight (her moon eyes when she smiles are so cute). 

Tiffany - Really? That's so sweet of you to say!

The youngest's face lit up as she reached into her bag and pulled out a stuffed dinosaur. It was her favourite plush toy, and she held it out to Tiffany. 

Y/N - This is Dino, my best friend!

Tiffany took the stuffed dinosaur, hugging it close to her heart. 

Tiffany - Wow, Dino is so cool! You have excellent taste, babygirl.

The bond between Y/N and Tiffany grew stronger as they spent the day together. Tiffany showed the girl around the apartment, letting her explore the world of Girls' Generation. They played games, sang together, and even danced to some of TWICE and Girls' Generation's hit songs. Tiffany was impressed by Y/N's talent and enthusiasm.

As the day progressed, the members of Girls' Generation took turns preparing meals for Y/N. They made her favourite dishes and made sure she had a variety of delicious food to choose from. TWICE's lovebug was amazed by their culinary skills and felt incredibly spoiled by the attentive care they showed her.

By the time evening rolled around, Y/N was starting to feel a little tired. Tiffany noticed her yawning and gave a suggestion.

Tiffany - How about we get you ready for bed, sweetie?

Y/N nodded, suddenly feeling a bit shy. 

Y/N - Okay, unnie...

Tiffany helped her dongsang change into her pyjamas and tucked her into a cosy bed. As Y/N snuggled under the blankets, Tiffany leaned down and kissed her forehead. 

Tiffany - Goodnight, pet. Sweet dreams.

Y/N - Goodnight, unnie. *whispering with her eyes drooping with exhaustion*

Tiffany lingered by Y/N's bedside for a moment, watching the young girl drift off to sleep. She couldn't help but smile at how adorable and precious Y/N looked, clutching her stuffed dinosaur tightly. Tiffany had always loved children, and this kid had a special place in her heart.

Once Y/N was sound asleep, Tiffany quietly left the room and joined the other Girls' Generation members in the living room. They sat together, reminiscing about the fun day they had with Y/N.

Yuri spoke up, her voice filled with warmth. 

Yuri - She's such a sweet and well-behaved young girl. I can see why TWICE adores her so much.

Sunny nodded in agreement. 

Sunny - It's been a while since we had a little one around. She reminds me of when we were rookies.

Tiffany couldn't help but gush about Y/N like a proud mom. 

Tiffany - She's just so adorable, especially with her stuffed dinosaur. I could cuddle with her all day.

The other members laughed at Tiffany's confession, knowing how much she adored TWICE's cutie pie. It was heartwarming to see the usually glamorous and charismatic idol turn into a soft-hearted and affectionate caretaker.

As the night wore on, Tiffany decided to spend some more time with Y/N. She quietly entered the room and saw the young girl sleeping peacefully. Tiffany carefully climbed into the bed, making sure not to disturb the young girl. She wrapped her arms around Y/N and held her close, feeling the warmth of their shared embrace.

In her sleep, Y/N instinctively snuggled closer to Tiffany, burying her face in the older idol's chest. Tiffany smiled, her heart filled with love and contentment. She couldn't imagine a more precious moment than this.

The next morning, Y/N woke up to find herself still wrapped in Tiffany's comforting embrace. She blinked up at Tiffany, her eyes wide with surprise. 

Y/N - Unnie, did you sleep here all night?

Tiffany nodded with a tender smile.

Tiffany - I wanted to make sure you were safe and sound, sweetheart.

Y/N's heart swelled with affection for her new older sister or mom (lol). 

Tiffany - Thank you, unnie. You're the best!

After a hearty breakfast prepared by the Girls' Generation members, it was time for Y/N to return home. She gave each member a tight hug and thanked them for the wonderful day and night she had spent with them.

Tiffany knelt down to Y/N's eye level and whispered.

Tiffany - You're welcome to visit us anytime, boo. We had so much fun with you, and we'd love to have you back.

Y/N's eyes lit up with excitement. 

Y/N - I'll definitely come back, unnie. I had the best time ever!

Y/N had spent an unforgettable day and night with Girls' Generation, and as she returned home, she couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment. The memories of their time together filled her heart with joy.

As she stepped into the TWICE dorm, her fellow members greeted her with hugs and smiles. They could see the happiness radiating from her, and they were eager to hear about her day with Girls' Generation.

Jihyo - Dinner is ready, baby! Come join us at the table.

Y/N eagerly joined her unnies for dinner, amusing them with stories of her adventures with Girls' Generation. She recounted how kind and caring they had been, and how much fun they had together. The members of TWICE listened with interest, their smiles growing wider with each passing story.

Nayeon - It sounds like you had an amazing time, kid.

Jeongyeon - We're so glad you got to spend time with Girls' Generation. They're like family to us.

As the evening wore on, Y/N's thoughts kept drifting back to her day with Girls' Generation. She had felt so loved and cherished by both her TWICE sisters and her new friends. It was an experience she wouldn't soon forget.

After dinner, as TWICE's honey was getting ready for bed, she couldn't shake the feeling of longing to see Girls' Generation again. She knew that it might be some time before their schedules aligned for another visit, but she couldn't help but express her desire.

As she entered the living room, where some of the members were gathered, she took a deep breath and spoke from her heart. 

Y/N - Unnies, I had the best time with Girls' Generation, and I really miss them already. Do you think we could visit them again sometime?

Momo, Sana, and Mina, the J-line, exchanged knowing glances. They could see the genuine happiness and connection Y/N had formed with Girls' Generation, and they couldn't deny her request.

Momo spoke up as her eyes filled with understanding. 

Momo - Of course, darling. We'll do our best to arrange another visit soon. You've found a special bond with them, and we want you to be happy.

Sana and Mina nodded in agreement. 

Mina - We'll make it happen, lovely girl.

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude for her caring and supportive unnies. She knew that she was fortunate to have not one, but two incredible groups of idols who loved and cared for her like family.

As she settled into bed that night, she couldn't help but smile. She had found a place in both TWICE and Girls' Generation, surrounded by people who cherished and adored her. She knew that the future held more wonderful moments and memories with her two idol families, and she couldn't wait for the next time she would get to see Girls' Generation and bask in their love once again. And as she fell asleep, she could only have one thought:

I love my dear chosen family.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[nanowrimo]

Pro Tips from a NaNo Coach: How to Keep Writing When it Feels Impossible

NaNoWriMo can seem like a daunting task sometimes, for NaNo newbies and veterans alike. Fortunately, our NaNo Coaches are here to help guide you through November! Today, author Shameez Patel Papathanasiou is here to share her advice on how to set yourself up for noveling success:

National Novel Writing Month is almost over. Some authors managed 50K In A Day (my wrists scream at the mere thought), some are steadily hitting that 1667 daily word goal, and others have fallen behind—and that’s when writing starts to feel impossible. 

Don’t. Give. Up! 

Even if you’re under 50,000 words by the end of November, you’ll come out with something: perhaps 20 000 words, exciting characters, or at the very least, a new idea. 

Keeping at it when you’re juggling a full-time job, parenting, and surviving a pandemic is tough, but you can do it. Here’s how: 

1. Sprints

This concept is not foreign to any seasoned WriMo. My personal favorite is a 10-minute sprint because regardless of how busy I am, I can find 10 minutes, be that after I inhale my lunch or the 10 minutes I usually spend creating stories in my head before falling asleep. 

With some practice, you can write between 250 and 500 words in a 10-minute sprint, and if that is all you’re doing every day, that’s okay. Consistency is key. 

2. Writing-On-The-Go

For years I thought I had to set up my space and get in the zone, but one night, after years of being stuck in bed beside a sleeping toddler, I stopped doom-scrolling and opened a Google Doc on my phone instead. Within months, I had an 80,000-word first draft. 

While I realize that some of you use Word or Scrivener to draft, it would help to keep a Google Doc handy for those days you find yourself waiting at the bank, outside your kid’s school, or even for when you’re lying in bed a little bit too cozy to get up and fetch your laptop. 

Trust me, you won’t remember the idea you’re promising yourself you’ll remember. Write it down or send it to yourself in a voice note. Your phone is a powerful tool, use it!

3. Writing Buddies

This is another thing that NaNoWriMo has blessed me with. While writing is often seen as solitary, it doesn’t have to be. Having a close group of friends who write not only means they’re there to encourage you and keep you company, but they’re also there to critique your work and to cheer for you on the days you doubt yourself. 

4. Don’t Compare

Don’t compare word counts, don’t compare the time taken to get published, don’t compare the number of awards, don’t compare anything. Your writing journey is your own for more reasons than even you know. It will happen when it happens in the way that it is meant to happen. If your writing buddies are succeeding before you, remember that there are also others behind you. 

A line from one of my favorite poems comes to mind: If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Which leads me to another line from the same poem: 

5. Be Gentle with Yourself (And Your Work)

First drafts are supposed to be messy. They’re your first attempt at a project, which makes it your worst attempt too. And in every revision, you will create something better and more beautiful. Acknowledge this and allow yourself to play around with characters and worlds, to feel joy in the story you’re writing, to vomit out the roughest form of the story you’ll one day share with the world.

We’re almost there, and no one else can write it the way that you do. Do your best!

Shameez Patel Papathanasiou is from Cape Town, South Africa. She is a civil engineer by day and an author by night. Her literary adventures take her to worlds filled with magic, monsters and someone to fall in love with. Shameez fell in love with fiction at a young age. Her parents fondly recall her first handwritten story completed before the age of ten, titled The Treasures of Zombie Island, which surprisingly featured no zombies at all. She has been writing ever since. Her debut fantasy novel, The Last Feather, is out now—it, at the very least, features a feather.

[nevermindirah]

a public transit meet-cute

inspired by this post

"Your ticket is for this time next week," the clerk had said.

Nile could come back in a week, but the whole point of this trip is to see her dad, and his leave will be over by then. Damnit.

She's doing her best to pull herself together when she hears someone say, "Excuse me."

The man says he couldn't help overhearing and offers her the spare ticket he suddenly has because his friend ditched him. Which is so kind. Unfortunately, this train is only going as far as Frankfurt.

"Of course. Well, just in case, here's the list of the 5 places this ticket is going between here and Budapest."

"No way."

"Sorry?"

"I'm supposed to be going to Budapest."

"Would you... still like to?"

"Wow, um, yeah. Thank you." Like, wow. This is beyond lucky. And nice of this person. Whose name she doesn't know yet. "I'm Nile."

She and her rail station hero both go to shake hands and are both stymied by the fact that their hands are full of luggage. The awkward laugh they share is… nice.

"Sébastien," the man says with a cute little nod.

As they wait in the boarding line Nile asks what's bringing him to Budapest.

"Meeting friends," he says. "Minus Andy, who was supposed to be traveling with me, but her ex-wife barreled into town and swept her off her feet."

They chatter their way through the boarding line, then once they're settled in for the first leg of their trip, their conversation winds down to companionable silence. Nile spends most of the ride alternating between working on a research paper, doodling in her sketchbook, and just enjoying the view. Sébastien sits quietly next to her typing away at what from a few glances seems to be some kind of tech job.

Transferring is a little rushed but they make it onto their next train just fine. Sébastien naps for the first few hours of that leg while Nile finishes up her work. She's about to get dinner when he wakes up, so they go to the bistro car together.

Nile was lucky enough for a stranger to come by and solve her can't read the dates on train tickets problem. As the trip wears on she's finding just how much she hit the jackpot — she's having a great time hanging out with Sébastien.

If she'd booked for the right date, she would've been doing this exact same trip, only she probably would've missed her second transfer. Fortunately for her, Sébastien has a lot more experience hopping across Europe and was able to navigate them through a chaotic 7-minute layover.

The longest they stayed in one place for the rest of the trip was wherever they did their fourth transfer, a three hour and change layover that Nile spent most of asleep on Sébastien's shoulder. They'd gotten pretty comfortable with each other by then, she guessed. Or at least she had. He didn't seem to mind.

Finally they're on their fifth and final train of this ridiculous adventure. As the sun comes up, Nile gets an enormous coffee and starts to tell Sébastien all about what she and her dad have planned for their time together. She's talking a big game about what she'd like to do today as if she's not gonna crash by noon and need to head to the hotel for a long nap.

Sébastien and his friends are more play-it-by-ear about their plans, and more intent on night life than museums, but a few places are on both their lists.

"Who knows, maybe we'll run into each other," Nile says without really thinking about it.

But then Sébastien's eyes brighten. "I'd like that," he says.

Now that Nile's thinking about it, she'd like that too. A lot, actually.

"Hey, if you… if you want," Sébastien starts. "I don't know what your plans are, if you're going to stay the extra week or… If you wanted, I've got the extra seat for the return trip next Thursday."

She smiles. "Wow, thank you." With a little laugh, she adds, "Again."

"How about we exchange numbers, and you can let me know what you decide?"

Some things Nile later decides to do:

leave her dad at the hotel to enjoy an early night in while she goes to meet Sébastien and his friends at a bar

dance with Sébastien

kiss Sébastien

start calling him Seb

kiss him some more

take him up on his offer to travel back to Marseille with him

go on a real date with him, not with his friends in tow (though they're great) and not on various trains (though that was so much more fun than she could ever have imagined)

go back to his place >:)

marry him

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #155

After I wrote yesterday's letter, but before dark, it rained AGAIN!!! And it rained for a long time!! I went outside and danced around and jumped in ALL THE PUDDLES!!! And I got soaked and the inside of my boots were all gooshy from the water, and my long black cardigan was sopping and heavy, and my hair was a wild mess, and I REGRETTED ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. It was WONDERFUL!!!

I didn't get any pictures or video of me frolicking around, but I did manage to capture this picture of a triple rainbow! There's the one in the middle, and a second rainbow juuuust below it, and another, reversed rainbow a little higher up!! Check it out!!!

...There's more to this picture, but I cut out all but the important bits, because it's probably dangerous to publicly put any picture that indicates where my house is while carrying a controversial belief such as "you, like any fallen human, are deserving of kindness and mercy". Gamers in particular can be really ah... nasty... when it comes to people having opinions different from theirs. "Nasty" to the point of stalking people and threatening them, especially if you have the misfortune of playing video games while having a body that bears a vagina. A whole big thing called "Gamergate" happened a number of years ago, and the aftermath still hasn't really faded away. And I really don't wanna get letters written in blood, or have dead animals being left at my front door. It's really sad that I gotta worry about things like this, but... this is the world I live in. Not much I can do to change it.

...Even if someone is angry enough at me for writing these letters that they would do such terrible things if they had the chance, I have no intention of stopping. I will keep writing these letters, even if, goodness forbid, it ends up costing me my life. You're worth it. You're worth the risk.

Anyway, I snagged a few other nice ones before going inside, too:

I went to bed really early last night (read: ACTUALLY ON TIME), because I tired myself out running around. When I woke up this morning, I had a terrible dream in which a shadowy figure oozed through the screen windows of our house, walked purposefully and angrily with a box cutter to where I was sleeping, with the intention of... uh... we'll leave it at "doing really awful stuff", how about that. Fortunately, I woke up when it wrapped its hand around my throat and dragged me out of the bed. I didn't get to the rest of the parts that were going to happen after that, which is really super great, since I retain full sensory faculties in my dreams, and if it had gotten to that point, I would have woken up in A LOT of pain, good grief.

...Dreams like these are just part of having PTSD to the extent that I do, I guess. It's rare that I get them anymore, though I wonder what prompted this one. Hm.

...So, though I went to bed early, I've been up since like 3 in the morning. Whoops. I browsed my phone 'til getting out of bed at like 7, and then I made a tea to try to calm my nerves a little...

This one is matcha with bits of toasted rice - one of my favorites!! I sweetened it with a little lilac syrup and some milk, and the result was absolutely lovely:

Today I worked a little more on the music box. I am trying to turn a popular rock tune into a lullaby, but I have audio processing disorder and zero understanding of music theory, hahaha! So rearranging the notes and the rhythms in ways that repurpose it while remaining mostly true to the original structure is definitely going to be a challenge. I made some good progress, but then I got to the solo, and I was overwhelmed so I stopped so that I wouldn't get burnt out; I really wanna finish this one.

I did some leisure writing until M and J left the house to hang out, as I had asked; I don't suppose you remember that song I was searching for, but never found, and so I had to rebuild the lyrics as best as I could from memory? Well, today while they were away (so that I wouldn't be self-conscious), I managed to record me singing the melody. I am going to entrust the instrumentals to a couple of brilliant musicians that I know. It's gonna be a duet; I hope it'll be something worthy of you when it's done.

Oh, and I took a walk today! I got a couple really nice pictures for you this time, I think...

I happened to catch these ones just after, as the wind rustled through the leaves, creating an opening for the sunlight to shine through:

...I really like how both of these turned out, so I included both!

And then we have fancy clouds through a tree window...

...I hope you enjoyed them. These are just done with a cellphone camera, so it's not like I can do anything especially fancy with them. But if you like them, then that's all that matters, right?

I'll write to you about tomorrow's adventures, too, so stay safe out there so that you can read about it, okay? I love you.

Your friend, Lumine

[black-arcana]

BUTCHER BABIES Part Ways With Singer CARLA HARVEY

BUTCHER BABIES have parted ways with singer Carla Harvey.

The band announced Harvey's exit in a social media post earlier today (Saturday, July 20). BUTCHER BABIES wrote: "As you may have already guessed, it is confirmed that Carla Harvey and BUTCHER BABIES have officially parted ways.

"Carla has been an integral part of our journey, bringing her unique talent, passion, and energy to the band. We are grateful for the incredible memories we've made together and the impact she has had on our music and our fans. We will miss her greatly and we wish her all the best in her future endeavors.

"We deeply appreciate your support over the past 15 years," BUTCHER BABIES added. "We feel incredibly fortunate to keep making and playing music as our career, and we are excited for this new era of BUTCHER BABIES!

"See you on the road."

Carla added in a separate post: "Over the last 6 months You may have noticed my absence from BUTCHER BABIES posts. After 15 years of dedication, I wanted to let you know that I will not be rejoining the band for any future endeavors.

"I am super proud of my work with BUTCHER BABIES…2 EPS, 5 Full lengths albums and countless tours with our metal heroes! To all of our incredible BUTCHER BABIES friends and fans…you have provided me with some of the greatest experiences of my life! I have loved every second of writing and performing all over the world for you! I have loved meeting you. WOW. I still can't believe this kid from Detroit got so lucky.

"I am not done making music and performing. I WILL see you soon".

Last fall, BUTCHER BABIES completed a European tour without Carla, who sat out the trek in order to undergo emergency surgery on her left eye.

Harvey shared the news of her absence from the tour on October 26, 2023 in a social media post. The 47-year-old singer, who co-founded BUTCHER BABIES in 2010 with fellow vocalist Heidi Shepherd, posted a photo of her performing with her bandmates, and she included the following message: "Here's a picture of a girl in her happy place; unfortunately i won't be in that happy place on the upcoming @butcherbabies Euro run. Love you all but i have to sit this one out!

"I have a history of problematic vision and I had to have a major surgery about 10 years ago in my right eye for a retinal detachment. On our summer tour the telltale symptoms repeated themselves in my left eye. I've been hoping to avoid major surgery but it is clear that it must be done. My emergency surgery will include a healing process of laying face down for a number of days with a gas bubble in my eye."

Carla added: "This is the first time in fifteen years i won't be able to join my friends on stage but right now my health and sight take precedence for me. While I am gutted that I cannot make the tour the risk of me waiting till after a tour to do such a surgery is too great and includes permanent vision loss. The beauty of having two vocalists is that Heidi can cover for me until i'm better!

"Hoping to make it out for part of this euro run…go to the shows, have a blast and support my bandmates for me! I'll see you soon!"

In the comments section, Shepherd voiced her support for her then-bandmate, writing: "Sending all the love and healing. We'll hold down the fort while you heal. We need those beautiful eyes to work!!! Love you!"

BUTCHER BABIES are scheduled to kick off a three-week European tour on July 27 at the Stonehenge festival in The Netherlands.

This past January, Harvey and ANTHRAX and PANTERA drummer Charlie Benante announced that they were officially engaged.

BUTCHER BABIES released a double album "Eye For An Eye…" and "…'Til The World's Blind", in July 2023. The double album celebrates the tenth anniversary of BUTCHER BABIES' critically acclaimed debut, "Goliath", released on July 9, 2013 via Century Media Records.

BUTCHER BABIES' previous album, 2017's "Lilith" was produced by Steve Evetts (THE DILLINGER ESCAPE PLAN, SEPULTURA, SUICIDE SILENCE) and marked the band's recording debut with drummer Chase Brickenden, who replaced Chris Warner in 2016.

In July 2019, longtime BUTCHER BABIES bassist Jason Klein announced his departure from the band. He has since been replaced by Ricky Bonazza.