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kmackatie · 3 years

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Intimacy+ 28/58/72/101?

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Hello! I am thank you, hope you are too! Here we go with the first one of these. I'm sure I will get around to the others eventually I am sure!

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28 - brushing the other’s hair shadowgast, post canon, 1495 words, cw: non-sexual nudity

His fingers worked soap through the ends of Caleb’s hair, massaging gently and lathering up in the damp. Caleb sat in the large tub, water dripping down his back while Essek perched on the edge, feet submerged and tucked around to keep Caleb stable. A bit of dunamancy was helping him stay upright, with his pants rolled up to knee to protect them, tunic gone with his arms bare dressed in just his sleeveless undershirt.

“Tip your head back for me, sevgilim.” It was accompanied by his fingers gently guiding, carding through the damp strands.

Caleb did as he asked, eyes still closed and breathing deeply. Collecting the small bowl from the floor, Essek dipped it into the water before lifting it and tipping it slowly over Caleb’s hair. Working his hand through it, Essek methodically repeated the process, until all the soap had rinsed free.

“There we go.” Essek was talking to himself as much as he was Caleb, voice deliberately soft so as to not affect the calm peace Caleb had settled into. “First one done. Hmm, lavender, or your usual one with honey? Do you have a preference?” He leaned down, hands still in Caleb’s hair and placed a kiss against Caleb’s forehead. “It is more than fine if you don’t.”

He paused for a moment, to see if Caleb would respond, hands gently massaging through the strands.

“Lavender. Want to smell like you.”

Essek’s lips quirked into a brief smile, before he extracted one of his hands and tipped Caleb’s head forward.

“Lavender it is.”

This one was the closest Essek could find to his favourite conditioner from Rosohna, similar in scent though his was sure made with different plants. Lavender was a luxury, a symbol of status due to how difficult it was to grow. This one was sold for an exorbitant price in Nicodrans, reported to actually be from the Dynasty. It reminded him of home, a pang in his chest he couldn’t quite get rid of every time he opened it, and was the one indulgence he kept with, even now.

Scoping out some of the cream, Essek got to work, hands combing through and massaging into the roots. He moved methodically through it, making sure to capture each of the strands, before repeating the rise motion. There were little words between them, just the sound of Essek’s movements and water splashing, with the odd hum or subconscious muttering breaking it.

Before long, Essek was encouraging Caleb to rinse, and he took the moment to submerge fully while Essek rinsed his hands.

Breaking the surface with a gasp, Caleb leaned backwards and connected with where Essek’s knees were resting inside the tub. His head tipped back against them, and Essek smiled, shifting slightly on his seat to widen his legs to give Caleb more room to sit comfortably. He can’t help but return his hands to Caleb’s hair, enamoured as ever with the multitude of colours buried in there.

Even soaked and dripping, it was still stunning, the hues darkening to a deep russet and ochre that was found in some of the caves near Asarius. Some would call it muddy, and not a colour worth noting, but those people had not seen Caleb Widogast in a tub of water. It had gotten longer in the last few months, rivalling the length of Essek’s before he cut it off.

“Have you ever braided your hair?”

There was a huff of what Essek assumed was confusion or surprise as Caleb shifted under his hands, head twisting around slightly to look at Essek.

“Hmm?”

“Braiding. Have you ever let anyone braid your hair?”

Caleb blinked, processing the question before nodding.

“Jester, once. I never learned how.”

“May I?”

It was posed as a question, even as his hands started to divide the hair, designs and ideas in his mind. It would always be a question, the asking of permission to cross boundaries, to check in and make sure it was welcomed. It was something they had come to agree on, the need for consent and for it to be checked in on frequently.

Caleb nodded, eyes flicking closed as he sunk down a little further in the bath.

He lost himself in his task, hands that were a little out of practice finding their rhythm.

Section, weave, join. Pass over, pass under, join.

It was meditative in it’s own way, as his mind focused on getting the patterns right. He paused, one hand with sections of hair cradled between each finger as he carefully turned Caleb’s head, checking on the progress. This style, it was that screamed Dynasty, and was a modification on one he used to weave into Verin’s hair, before they fell out. More intricate than normal, it was difficult to achieve on your own. There were a few strands that he gathered, tucking back in before continuing.

Section, weave, join. Pass over, pass under, join.

The style when complete, included four separate braids: two in a lattice style from the front center of Caleb’s head with the ends weaving into the traditional Thelyss-waterfall style, before morphing into smaller intricate braids that joined in a knot at the back of Caleb’s head. He fussed with the ends, tweaking a few places to get it to sit just right, before he sighed, hands dropping down to Caleb’s shoulders and squeezing gently.

“It’s done?” asked Caleb, voice low and rumbling.

“Mmm, canım, it’s done.”

“You seem practised at that.”

“It has been a while, but it seems there are some skills you do not forget, no matter how long it has been since you used them,” said Essek, hands now rubbing small circles into Caleb’s shoulders. “I used to braid for Verin. Back… well. It’s been many years since I’ve done that.”

A hand raised and covered his, squeezing his fingers gently.

“You are welcome to use my hair at any time, Schatz.”

He chuckled, flipping his palm over and linking his fingers with Caleb’s.

“Thank you. It’s nice to know I still remember them.”

“Explain them to me?”

Lifting his free hand, Essek tapped lightly against the first braid, before drawing his finger down and back against it.

“This one, this style is called ışık, it’s one unique to Den Kryn, though I have cut it through with a general Dynasty style. Very traditional, used by high-ranking officials, generals, members of the nobility.” He felt Caleb nod under his hands, following the explanation. “It honours the Bright Queen, and you’ll find most of the Dens use this one day to day. These ones here though”—he drew Caleb’s attention to the lower two, tapping gently and drawing his finger across them—“these ones are Thelyss braids, unique to our Den. Each one has them. Mostly special occasions, formal dinners, religious ceremonies, weddings, that’s when you see these ones.”

Caleb was quiet for a moment, his thumb running circles into the back of Essek’s hand.

Essek tapped his hand on the delicate knot that draws the braids together, considering. He had been indulgent, when he wove this one in.

“This one, mmh. It’s, well. It is considered a kur yapmak, a gesture of courtship and intention. With a few adjustments, it is what I would have expected to be wearing—if I had the hair to do it with—when a marriage union would have been finalised.”

There was heat in his cheeks as he finished the explanation, and a sudden lurching of his heart. How would Caleb read this, the liberties he had taken?

Maybe Caleb felt something, his fingers still wrapped around Essek’s and brushing against his wrist, but he moved from between his legs. Water splashed over the sides, and Essek would have been annoyed if he hadn’t already sacrificed these pants to being drenched, but as it was he just leaned back and waited for Caleb to settle.

They were eye to eye now, Caleb kneeling with water running down his chest between Essek’s legs, hand still grasped in his hand. There was a look of quiet joy on his face, a light that danced between his eyes as he reached a hand out to cup Essek’s cheek. He can’t help but lean into it, Essek’s eyes dropping closed for a moment.

“That is an elaborate way to ask, Liebling.”

Essek chuckled, fondness colouring his tone as he smiled.

“You haven’t yet said no,” he pointed out, turning his head to kiss Caleb’s palm briefly. “But it is not a proposal. I… if that is something you are interested in, then we can talk about it.”

Caleb leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the tip of Essek’s nose, his cheek, before leaning in and capturing his mouth. Essek raised a hand, covering Caleb’s where it still rested against his cheek. It was a slow kiss, gentle and patient, and Essek savoured it.

They drew back, foreheads pressed together, and Essek felt Caleb smile.

“We can talk about it.”

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fanficbitch · 3 years

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In Another Life // Jane Emily

A/N: The first child between Y/N and Hotch!

Aaron Hotchner x y/n

September 2013

The level of uncomfort I am feeling is indescribable. It hurts when I lay on my side, it hurts when I lay on my back, it hurts to sit. Just everything is painful. I don’t know how people do this multiple times. This might have to be my only pregnancy.

Aaron has been out on a case for the last four days and I am practically useless. So Jess has been coming over to help and take care of Jack. I don’t know how we would survive without her.

Jess left me propped up against the headboard by at least four pillows. I am nearly sitting up. However, this just happens to be the best position that I have found. I glance at my clock and see that it is nearly 2 in the morning. I have to get some sleep, but I don’t feel that happening soon.

To my surprise, the door to my bedroom opens to reveal Aaron. “What are you still doing up?” he asks as he walks in.

“I can’t sleep. I’m too uncomfortable,” I whine. Aaron gives me a sympathetic look then begins to undress from his suit. “How was the case?”

“A little complicated. We were stumped for a while till Reid had a genius moment and figured it out.”

I chuckle slightly. “He’s quite good at that, isn’t he?”

Once Aaron has his pajamas on he gets into bed and properly greets me with a kiss. “Now, how have you been?”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly,” he confirms.

“I have just been miserable. I can’t sleep or sit properly,” I say then place my hands on my stomach. “I just need this baby out.”

“It should only be a few more days,” Aaron assures me.

“Your time off starts now right?” I ask and he nods. Although him and I both know that he could still be called in at any minute.

Aaron scoots closer to me so he can place his hand on my belly. Almost immediately, I feel kicks at the top of my stomach. Aaron smiles while I wince in pain. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this,” I mutter.

“You have to admit she knows her daddy,” Aaron smiles. A true smile from him. I am lucky and see them more than most people do, but every time I see one I am overjoyed.

I place my hand on his cheek and his eyes meet mine. “This baby has no idea just how lucky she is,” I say.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Aaron says. He leans in and kisses me slowly until the kicking starts again. I place my hand on top of his hand that rests on my belly.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I whisper into his hair.

“Me too,” he smiles.

**********

When I wake up, it’s to a jolt of pain. With my eyes closed, I reach my hand out and try to find my boyfriend’s hand. After a moment of searching, I open my eyes and see that no one is there.

I check my clock and see that it is almost 7 in the morning, which means Aaron is already knee deep in emails.

I hoist myself out of bed and waddle down the stairs. I find Aaron exactly where I expect to find him, in his office. I peek inside and see him intently staring at his computer with his glasses on. “Hey,” I whisper as I walk in the doorway.

“Hey,” he says and whips off his glasses. He quickly gets up and leads me out of the office and into the living room then onto the couch. Once I’m settled, Aaron takes the other side of the couch. “How was your night?”

I sigh. “It was rough. I had contractions nearly the whole night, but they’re at least a half hour apart and not lasting very long.”

“Okay, well do you want me to make you some breakfast?”

“Always,” I smile.

“On it,” Aaron says and gives me a kiss before heading to the kitchen.

I manage to get a magazine off the coffee table and flip through it for a few minutes, then I get bored. I move to the dining room so I can overlook Aaron in the kitchen as he makes breakfast.

“So, how has work been today?” I ask.

“I’m on vacation,” Aaron tells me.

“Listen honey, we can do this whole thing where we both pretend you aren’t working, but know you are. Or we can just talk about it,” I say as he bites his bottom lip in thought. “I really don’t mind. I like hearing about work.”

“Well in that case, Morgan is taking over for me while I’m gone and he was just asking a few questions,” he says as he butters my toast. “He says he’s going to do his best not to bother us these next two weeks.”

“Hmm, okay,” I hum.

“What?” Aaron asks as he slides the toast in front of me then sits next to me.

“I just don’t think there is anyway you can stay away from work for that long,” I say. “If Morgan doesn’t call you I’m sure you’ll lend your services.”

“That is not true,” he fights back. I raise my eyebrows at him, but still continue to eat my toast. But halfway through my first piece, pain pierces through my stomach. I lean over and clutch my stomach with one hand while my other one finds Aaron’s hand. “Just breathe through it,” Aaron coos and I do. It’s over within 30 seconds, but it was still painful.

I look up and meet his eyes once it’s over. “Are you sure these aren’t braxton hicks?” Aaron asks.

“I’m sure. These are way stronger than ones I’ve gotten earlier,” I say and he nods.

Just then, a sleepy Jack turns into the dining room, still in his pajamas. “Hey buddy,” Aaron says.

“Hey,” Jack croaks then sits at his seat. “Could I have breakfast please?”

“Yes, I will get you some cereal,” Aaron says then runs off to the kitchen. Jack’s sleepy expression quickly turns to happy when he realizes what we’re getting close to.

“Could she come today?” Jack asks excitedly.

“She could,” I say with a nod.

“Can you please, please, please tell me her name?” he begs.

“We aren’t set on anything,” Aaron says as he returns to the dining room with the cereal. Jack looks back at me from his dad and I give him a wink. I’d say we’re pretty set on the name, Aaron just doesn’t completely know that yet.

Jack quickly finishes his cereal then goes upstairs to get changed. Aaron slips on shoes even though he is still wearing his pajamas. “You’re taking him to school like that?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?”

“It’s just an interesting choice for someone who usually wears a suit everyday,” I say. “At least I won’t have to worry about any soccer moms hitting on you.”

“I think they’ve learned better by now,” Aaron says as Jack runs down the steps with his bag. “Okay, buddy let’s go,” Aaron says as he ushers him to the garage.

“Bye Jack!” I call.

“Bye Mom!” he calls back and then the door shuts. I’m still not completely used to Jack calling me mom, but I still love it.

I get myself out of the dining room chair then waddle towards the steps. Before I can even get up one step, a gush of water spreads down my legs. Oh no.

**********

Luckily, it did not take Aaron long to get back. Once he got home, we both sprang into action and grabbed our things then got in the car.

I got checked in relatively quickly and am currently sitting in my hospital bed. The contractions just keep getting closer and closer together. I know she’s coming soon.

“Aaron,” I say because he is across the room talking to the doctor. He quickly leaves the doctor and comes to my side. “Hold my hand,” I say, nearly begging.

“Of course,” he says and takes my hand.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“The doctor is going to check to see how far along you are,” he says and I nod.

Dr. Larson soon pops out from my lower parts with a smile. “Okay, Mama it’s time to push. Are you ready?”

I look to Aaron before responding. He gives me a reassuring nod which gives me more confidence then he’ll ever know. “Let’s do this,” I say.

HOTCH POV

I lightly coo to the new bundle of joy that rests in my arms. I try to be as quiet as possible because Y/N just fell asleep.

I slowly rock my arms back and forth as my baby stares up at me. She’s calm and quiet, just like her dad. She let out a few cries the moment she was born, but since then she’s been quiet as a mouse. Her eyes flutter open and close, showing me her beautiful brown eyes.

I glance up at my girlfriend again. I can’t believe we created something so precious. I forgot that feeling when you have a newborn, but it’s all coming back. The warmth, the wholeness, the pureness. I can’t believe I have gone eight years without this feeling.

There is a soft knock at the door, then Jessica pokes her head in. “Can you take a visitor?” she asks and I raise my eyebrow, unsure. She pushes the door open a little wider and Jack carefully steps into the room. Jessica closes the door again to give us some privacy.

“Can I see her?” Jack asks softly and I nod. He comes the rest of the way over and stares down at her. “She’s really small.”

“You were this small once,” I whisper. We both stare down at her for a moment while she sleeps.

“Can I have my baby back?” I hear from behind Jack. Y/N has woken up from her very short nap, but has her arms held out for a baby.

“I wanted you to sleep a little longer,” I say as I stand up slowly.

“I can’t,” Y/N says. “This bed is lumpy.”

Finally, Y/N notices Jack and shows a large smile. “Jack! Did you get to meet your sister yet?”

“Yeah, but she’s sleeping,” he says.

Y/N scoots over to make a small empty space on the bed. “Come up here,” Y/N says. Jack hops up on the bed so he is squeezed next to Y/N. “Do you want to hold her?”

Jack nods excitedly. “Okay,” I say as I place her in Jack’s arms. “Make sure you support her head,” I add. Once the nerves go away, I realize my heart is bursting. The three people I love most in the world all in one place.

“Can I know her name now please?” Jack begs.

I look down at Y/N and smile which is all the confirmation she needs. “Okay,” Y/N says. “Her name is-,”

“Hi!” I hear from the doorway. Garcia is standing with a large bouquet of balloons. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, come in,” I say and she does. Garcia sets the balloon holder on the ground then slowly walks up to the bed. She looks down at our baby for a moment, then covers her mouth.

“Oh my gosh, she is just beautiful!” Garcia says.

“Well we think so,” I say as I stare down at her. She begins to fuss in her swaddle then lets out a loud wail. Y/N takes our baby from Jack then sighs.

“I think she’s hungry,” Y/N says.

“Okay, we’ll give you guys a minute,” Garcia says then leads Jack out of the room. Before I know it, Y/N is already feeding our baby. I sit on the edge of the bed and place my hand Y/N’s leg.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N chuckles.

I shake my head in disbelief. “I’m just so happy,” I say. “I am also so proud of you. I can’t believe you brought this beautiful, little girl into our lives.”

Y/N smiles down at her. “She is pretty perfect.”

I lean forward all the way and give her a kiss. “You’re perfect,” I whisper.

“Oh, Aaron,” Y/N laughs.

The more I think about it, the more I realize my whole life is perfect. I have a beautiful wife, two healthy children and a stable job. There is nothing more I could ever want.

I scoot closer to my daughter and my girlfriend. “Jane, how have we gone this long without you?” I ask.

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the-insomniac-emporium · 3 years

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Crimson Ties (Bela Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 3

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for language Warnings: Typical Vampire shenanigans + mentions of animal death Genre: Hurt + comfort Summary: Time to meet the family! What exactly has Cassandra told her mother? Can Bela convince her family to calm the hell down? We'll find out! Spoiler: there's the start of a cute date afterwards Notes: Once more we visit Bela's private study, which I first described in a chapter of Serenade. Added a few more details this time. PS reader is probably low-key a theater nerd with a hint of a goth phase, just saying. Also this chap is a little short, sorry. Previous Chapters: 1: Stem the Flow, 2: Tangled Strands

3: Rumbling Thunder

Heart racing, you step into the dining room, just behind Bela. Both of you are nervous, but find comfort in each other. Still, what you see upon entering only makes you feel worse. At the head of a large table stands none other than Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. Besides her is her middle daughter, the one who confronted you earlier, who sends you a knowing smirk as you walk in. Lady Dimitrescu, on the other hand, is scowling. Her eyes are squinted in a clear display of disapproval. If not for Bela’s hand squeezing your own, it was likely that you would have fainted from fear.

“I see Cassandra has wasted no time in spreading rumors,” Bela said bitterly. You’re amazed by her ability to stand tall in the face of her family’s tension. Yet there was a part of you that wondered if you were worth the struggle, at least for your soulmate. Thankfully, you are not given much time to ponder the thought. No, you’re being pulled towards the closest side of the tabe, guided next to an ornate seat. Neither Bela nor yourself sit yet, however. “Please, mother, do not be hasty to make your judgement. I promise that-”

“Do not presume to tell me of my own business, daughter. The timing of my judgement is my prerogative, not yours,” Lady Dimitrescu interrupted, staring right at you. A shiver runs down your spine at the eye contact. What did Cassandra say to her? You wonder, struggling to breathe past the lump in your throat. Even Bela becomes visibly nervous at the interaction. “Now… are you certain, without a doubt, that this is your soulmate?” Did she really even have to ask? What were the chances that Bela would save you, one person out of at least a dozen in the cellar, for any other reason? Still, your soulmate straightens up at the attention, and replies as confidently as possible.

“Yes, of course, mother. I would not dare risk your anger for any lesser reason,” Bela assured. Then she gives your hand another soft squeeze, before pulling hers back a little, catching the thread that bound you together with her fingers. Lifting it, she tugs it somewhat absentmindedly. Out of habit you immediately return the action. Unfortunately, those around you would be unable to see the display. For all they knew, the two of you could be faking it, simply attempting to get out of the situation unscathed. Surprisingly though, you see Alcina hesitate. Her left hand twitches as if she was thinking of her own red string. Has she ever met her partner? Did she know the pure joy that her daughter had so recently felt?... Maybe she’d be more sympathetic to your situation if she had.

“We will see if your defiance pans out in time, Bela. For now… Why don’t we hear what your pet has to say about themselves, hmm?” Lady Dimitrescu suggested, giving a somewhat devious smile. Next to you, Bela grimaces, then sends you a pleading look. Alas, you cannot read her mind, and can only guess as to how you’re supposed to respond. Bowing is a sign of respect in virtually all cultures, you think, probably a good place to start.

“It is an immeasurable pleasure to formally make your acquaintance, Lady Dimitrescu,” you said, before giving your full name. Then you rise from your bow, once more making eye contact. Out of the corner of your vision you see Cassandra rolling her eyes. “I know that I am a mere human, and hardly the epitome of a prime specimen. But I am determined to prove my worth, for there is no prize on this earth more grand than being allowed to love Lady Bela. Every ounce of my willpower is prepared to devote myself to this task, entirely, so that I may give Lady Bela the courtship and happiness that she is deserving. It is both an obligation and an honor.” Hopefully your soulmate wouldn’t mind you using the same line twice, at least under these circumstances.

In the seconds that follow, several things happen: One, you see Cassandra frown a little, and refuse to look in your direction. Two, Lady Dimitrescu makes a surprised face, but quickly shifts into an expression of satisfaction. Thirdly, Bela’s hand finds your own again, giving it an incredibly soft squeeze. Last but not least… someone you haven’t seen before enters the room. She has red hair, a green pendant around her neck, and eyes that light up with curiosity when she sees you. If you had to guess, you’d assume that she was another one of Bela’s sisters. Here’s hoping she’s a tad bit friendlier, you think.

“Did I miss anything? Ooh, please tell me we’re having this lovely stranger for breakfast?” She asked, grinning maniacally. So much for being friendlier, you think, figuring that she was being literal. Based on the way Bela tenses up in response, you’re probably right. Before she can protest, however, Lady Dimitrescu clears her throat and speaks.

“Ah, Daniela… This stranger-” she says the word with far less venom than you anticipated, but it is venom nonetheless- “is your dear sister’s soulmate. We will not be draining them of blood. Again. Assuming that they behave themselves. Is that clear?” She asked, staring down at the newcomer. There’s a slight pause, tension still lingering in the air, followed by a sigh of relief from Bela. Much to your surprise, neither Cassandra nor Daniela seem particularly upset by this announcement. In fact, the latter simply shrugs and takes her seat at the table. Next thing you know everyone else is sitting as well, including Bela, who gestures for you to follow suit. “I’ll have one of the servants fetch you some more… appropriate food. Cynthia, my dear?” Soon enough a maiden, perhaps a decade or two older than yourself, hurriedly enters the room. With a bow, she addresses Alcina.

“Yes, Lady Dimitrescu?”

“Have Miss Bouregard make an extra plate of whatever it is you sort eat, and bring it here. We have an… unexpected guest,” Alcina explained. At that, Cynthia glances at you, her eyes briefly widening in surprise. Without another word she turns away, giving another bow before heading away to fulfill her task. Once more you’re the only human in the room. Oddly enough, you manage to feel quite at ease, as if surviving one round was enough to guarantee you’d win the overall game. Well, at the very least you now had a chance. Regardless of what was to come, you were glad for that, for this opportunity to be with your soulmate. At the end of the day… little else mattered to you.

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Much to your relief, the rest of breakfast proceeded smoothly. Conversation was sparse, with most of it being hushed whispers from the other side of the table, but you hardly minded. Normally you would find it rude. Now, you were simply pleased that they weren’t being up front with their hostility. More so, it allowed you and Bela to have your own conversation, which mainly pertained to your plans for the day. Several times during your discussion, a glance elsewhere would show you that Alcina was paying attention. Exactly once you even saw her attempting to hide a smile. A sense of pride had swelled in your chest at the sight.

It has remained there, even until now, as you move into Bela’s private study. One quick survey of the room tells you a thousand things about your soulmate. For starters, it’s clear that she’s musically inclined. There’s a harp in one corner, adjacent to a folded music stand, as well as a small bookshelf dedicated entirely to sheet music. A couple medium sized instrument cases are nearby, but you don’t immediately recognize their shape. Further into the room is a rather old looking desk, slightly worn, yet clearly cared for. Possibly passed down the generations? Next to the desk is a massive window with a couple spare chairs. All across the walls were bookshelves and mementos, including several skulls (at least one of them human). Every book you looked over appeared to be well read, with many bookmarks inside, some held together by tape and prayers.

“This… this is sublime, my darling. I could rest here for a month and hardly finish cherishing half the space!” You said, grinning at your soulmate. She’s equally pleased, seeming a tad relieved as well. Perhaps she had worried you’d be thrown off by the skulls? Wanting to reassure her, you approach that particular shelf, examining them closely. However, you do not touch them, not wanting to risk damaging her collection. “Truly marvellous. Dare I ask where you got these specimens?” It’s a joke, but Bela stiffens nonetheless, making you quickly redact your statement. “My apologies, I meant it as a jest. Though you are welcome to tell me more about them if you so desire! I will listen with rapt attention, I promise.”

“Most of them are gifts from Cassandra. During the summers we hunt, her more so than Daniela or myself. I… dislike wasting anything, and there’s only so much to be done with most bones. They have quite a few ornamental uses, however. Useful for study, as well,” Bela mentioned, smiling softly. Then she moves to stand next to you, carefully reaching to grab one of the skulls. “This was from one of our hounds, actually. I raised her from puppy to adult, took her on every hunt, even let her sleep in my quarters on colder nights. When she got sick I…” A pause, mouth open but unmoving, eyes slipping shut. “I couldn’t bring myself to put her down. Even argued with my mother, night after night, begging for another choice. None came, of course, and in the end even I could not deny her the softest embrace of death… Still, you must think me strange, to keep such a thing as a reminder of her.”

“Not at all, my dear. We all remember, and grieve, in our own ways. I’ve often found myself intrigued by skulls, of all sorts,” you admitted, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “All we are, our minds or mayhap our souls, contained in one hard shell. It’s incredible, and terrifying, all at the same time, to hold one in my hands, or even merely examine one. Oh, what stories these bones could tell, if only they could talk… Though I suppose there are entire fields of science devoted to such a thought…” With that said, you look back at Bela just in time to see her staring fondly at the canine skull. Then she places it back on its perch, dusting her hands off afterwards, taking one last moment to appreciate her collection.

“I’m glad you and I agree on this,” she said softly. Once more she’s looking at you, smiling wide. “Now let’s make memories of our own, to hold in our bones forevermore, yes?”

#bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #resident evil: village #re8 village #tw animal death

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rae-writes · 4 years

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HxH headcanons

Feitan Portor x reader, Hisoka Morow x reader, Illumi Zoldyck x reader, Kite x reader

prompt : “You’re Perfect”

word count : 1.k

warnings : implied smut, I guess? How your imagination continues the headcanons is up to you-

Part 2 here

Feitan Portor

Feitan was a quiet, distant type of lover

Quality time together meant sitting beside each other in silence, just doing your own things

Which is what you were currently doing

He had just come from a mission, he had a split, bloody lip and his bandanna wasn’t covering his face for once

So naturally, you were staring

Honestly how could you not

But your sometimes frustratingly blunt boyfriend interrupted your gazing with a “Stop staring.”

You blinked, tilting your head, “why?”

Feitan scoffed, narrowing his eyes at you, “there’s nothing special to stare at so stop.”

The words came out of your mouth almost immediately, “Yes there is. You’re perfect.”

His eyes widened and he just stared at you with a type of disbelief that felt...sad

“You’ve never treated me wrong despite everyone calling you a monster. The way you subtly grab onto me when we’re in public never fails to make my heart race. You’re usually really quiet, so it’s special to me when you open up and talk to me a lot when we're in private. All of my friends tell me I’m crazy for loving you and that I should leave before you hurt me but I know you would never do something like that. I wouldn’t have my life any other way; I truly can’t live without you Feitan. You’re just...perfect for me.”

Standing up, you made your way to him with a smile

The shock on his face didn’t disappear as he looked away from you with a baby pink color coated on his cheeks

You grabbed his bandanna, preventing him from covering his face, and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek

Feitan’s eyes found yours for a few seconds before he was picking you up, bringing you to the small bed in your shared “room”

He was oddly quick to settle down and cuddle you close. Feitan didn’t say a word, but you could feel a genuine smile resting against your neck

The smile was soon replaced by open mouthed kisses trailing up your neck

When he finally reached your face, despite the smile being gone, you could clearly see the joy in his eyes

You leaned up, giving him a tender kiss in return but that didn’t seem to be enough for Feitan’s excited state

He spoke to you in his native tongue, and while you didn’t understand what he was saying, the sound was still alluring

Feitan leaned in once again, this time only brushing his lips against yours. If this was a game he wanted to play, who were you to deny your ecstatic boyfriend?

Hisoka Morow

Hisoka was unabashedly getting dried off and dressed right in front of you

So you unabashedly took the opportunity to stare at him the entire time

You could practically hear the smirk on his face without even having to look at it

“And just what might you be staring at darling?”

“You.”

The chuckle that echoed through the apartment sent shivers down your spine

“And why’s that?”

“Because you’re perfect.”

Hisoka just kind of froze, his eyes widening for just a fraction of a second before the smirk reappeared on his face, although this time it didn’t reach his eyes

“Oh? You think I’m perfect do you?”

You hummed, going along with his little game

“Yes. Some think your bloodlust is really off putting but I think it’s pretty hot, especially when it’s directed at someone who tried to fuck with me. There’s this certain look and tone that’s only reserved for me and I am certainly happy to be on the receiving end of them. You’d probably deny it, had I ever brought it up, but sometimes when we’re just laying next to each other, you start humming a melody with a really soft smile on your face which makes my heart explode every time. You’re absolutely perfect.”

You had a tiny smirk on your face when you finished because of the look he had taken on

Hisoka’s usually narrowed eyes were wide, pupils completely dilated. His cheeks were dusted with a dark red and his mouth was slightly parted

He slowly stalked forward, only half naked, and picked you up by your thighs

Soon you found yourself resting against the nearest wall with Hisoka’s mouth attached to your neck

A breathy laugh escaped you, your hand coming up to card through his hair

Illumi Zoldyck

Being with the eldest Zoldyck son was...challenging to say the least

Of course, you understood that he was definitely unhinged and unaffectionate because of his upbringing but sometimes it made you want to rip your hair out

So you two were sitting on opposite ends of your couch, having just been in an argument

Although it’s more like “argument” considering Illumi will just stand there, emotionless in both look and tone when you’re trying to be serious and express your feelings

And naturally, that hurt a bit (a lot)

You’d never tell him but sometimes you felt like you were the only one in the relationship and that he didn’t actually care about you

So while you were sitting in silence trying to calm down, your eyes wandered over to the man you loved

You always thought Illumi was the prettiest thing you’d ever laid eyes on

“You’re staring.”

You made a small noise of confirmation and just continued to look over his features

He reached over, grabbing you and pulling you to his side

The assassin’s mouth parted to speak, but before he could get the monotonous words out you spoke up-

“You know you’re perfect, right ‘Lumi?”

He blinked, visibly perplexed at your quiet exclamation

“Despite how you were raised you somehow started caring for someone as useless as me. Whether what you feel is really love or...something else, I never really get tired of you being in my life. I don’t care that on most days, I have to wake up at an ungodly hour just to see you before you leave. It also doesn’t matter that you're gone for days to weeks on end as long as you come back to me. You’re all I have and I think you’re just...perfect. Exactly the way you are.”

You couldn’t see his expression cause your face was now hidden in his chest but you could hear the way his heartbeat quickened and how the grip he had on you tightened

It was quiet for a while before Illumi’s soothing, quiet voice filled the room, “I love you.”

You couldn’t fight the smile that stretched across your face as you shyly looked up at your boyfriend

His hand reached out to caress your jaw and the other shifted you atop his lap

“I promise I’ll start showing you more frequently.”

Those words rocked you to your core. He was gonna try to go out of his comfort zone just for you?

“Illumi…” his name was a breathless whisper as he leaned in to capture the sound with his lips

Kite

Kite was, to put it simply, not one for a lot of fun

While he wasn’t exactly stoic, he did take his work very seriously and didn’t care too much for horsing around

However, by some miracle, you got him to go swim in a nearby lake with you

And Kite actually let loose. He was laughing and splashing the water around with you- even playing Marco Polo much to your delight (although he kept winning every single time)

After a couple hours you two were just floating about, having small chit chat

When you finally stood up and let your feet touch the bottom, you were met with a serene sight

Kite was floating on his back, long white hair sprawled out in the water like wings. His face was relaxed and dare you say angelic

“Hey Kite?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re perfect.”

Those simple words made Kite lose his relaxed posture, standing up abruptly and staring at you with a slight blush

“Eh?”

You laughed, swimming closer to him, “I said you’re perfect.”

“I know what you said I mean why would you say that”

You could sit and laugh for hours at the look on his face but instead you cradled the sides of his face in your hands

“Because. I’ve always thought you were admirable, you know, not just anyone can come from where you did and get the chance to say they’re truly happy. Plus, I get the honor to be the one trusted with your heart. You really do amaze me Kite, whether it be your looks, your brain, or your personality, you never cease to amaze me. And I thought it was finally time I let you in on all those secrets of mine. So yeah...you’re perfect to me.”

You’ve always lived for vulnerable moments with Kite but this...this would be the most cherished one.

He was looking at you with such a soft look in his eyes, tears were even starting to form

Wiping them away, you smiled. “Kite?”

“I love you.” Those words were spoken with a breathless tone and maybe even a hint of desperation

“I love you I love you I love you-“ his kiss was definitely desperate, but in a meaningful way. The needy grabbing of his calloused hands almost sent you into a frenzy

You pushed him back slightly to look into his hazel eyes, which were filled to the brim with all different kinds of love

Your breaths mingled together from the close proximity and you wanted nothing more than to show him all of your love. “I love you too.”

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(first official post!!! pls enjoy and support!!! sorry in advance for any typos! T^T)

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synopsis:

(bts taehyung-seokjin centric)

taehyung has never had the best eating habits, indulging in junk food to his heart's content. what happens when it finally catches up with him, and his roommate/crush happens to notice?

tw: weight gain, mild feederism, eructo, mentions of past abusive relationships, mentions of insecurity, language, slight nsfw (barely)

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it was no secret to anyone around him that taehyung, as sweet as he was, gave absolutely no fucks about his eating habits. that was one thing he would tell you straight off the bat, and he was completely shameless about them too. if it was yummy, it was yummy. and if it was yummy, he was going to eat it. life was short, and wasn't the point of life to enjoy yourself and be happy?

that's what taehyung believed, anyway.

taehyung wasn't shy by nature; a social butterfly, if you will. he loved making new friends, chatting, and bringing people out of their shell. he was naturally charismatic and funny, and with the added-luxury of movie star looks, a deep and sultry voice, and a great physique, he always had a group of buddies around him. that's just how he was. he loved making people smile and laugh, enjoying the warmth and love that radiated off of those close to him. so, as it seemed, taehyung's life was a blissful stream of joy. he didn't have a care in the world, especially about his food.

that was until he graduated highschool and went off to college. you see, taehyung was quite athletic in highschool. participating in track and field and being in dance with his best friend, jimin, gave him plenty of, if not excessive exercise to burn off all those calories he consumed throughout the day. perhaps he was able to get away with his atrocious eating habits back then. however, there was a teeny problem. now, taehyung wasn't pursuing athletics or dance in college-- he was majoring in fine arts. that meant he wasn't getting the amount of exercise his body was used to. turns out, he didn't have as fast of a metabolism like he'd falsely believed, he just did a lot of cardio. so, factoring together the absence of any exercise (minus walks to classes and to the fridge), no changes in his diet, and the constant late-night junk food binges, things quickly started to add up.

literally.

it started with his cheeks. taehyung had been thin, bordering underweight, most of his life, so of course the little bit of newfound plumpness to his face would be noticable. yet, despite his soulmate's comments over 2 am facetimes saying "jesus, taetae, you look so young! drop the skin care routine, bestie," taehyung didn't see the changes. his cheeks poofed out and softened like freshly baked bread, and they always seemed to be puffy, like he'd just woken up. well, he had been taking a lot of naps lately, maybe that's why? he didn't really care, anyways.

the next noticable change was his hips, thighs, and ass. not only was taehyung blessed with a face sculpted by the gods, he also had a body to die for. if there's any higher power, they CLEARLY pick favourites. with a slim, trim waist and a naturally curvy figure, the weight gain only accentuated his hourglass shape. his hips widened generously, thighs thickened like heavy cream, and ass plumped out lusciously, filling up any seat he sat on to the brim and earning him more whistles and lustful stares then he was already receiving. yet, despite the constant catcalling from other students on campus, and the snugness of his pants, taehyung remained oblivious to his altered form.

the final shift in taehyung's appearance settled itself softly on his midsection. although he'd never had chiseled, drool-worthy abs like his new friend jungkook, who practically lived at the campus fitness center, his stomach had always been completely flat. now, it had softened entirely; he had a bit of a tummy. it wasn't very noticeable, at first, due to his knack for wearing baggy clothes, but it began to show over time. it was chubby and pudgy, and spilled over the waistband of his pants when he sat down. his belly was fluffy like the stuffing of a teddy bear, the surface doughy, as if you could sink your hand into it and leave behind a handprint. it was even more noticeable after he'd eaten. taehyung always bloated terribly. whether he'd had a bellyache, gas, or had just eaten something rather filling, his tummy always swelled up and pushed over his pantline and into his shirt. as well, love handles began to form, curling around his middle and warmly hugging his sides.

he was by no means overweight, but he wasn't exactly skinny anymore. he was softer, warmer around the edges. it suited him.

strangely enough, taehyung hadn't really noticed. besides a passing comment from a loved one, or a short-lived "hmm, that's new," in front of the bathroom mirror before dashing off to an already-late-to lecture, taehyung was pretty ignorant.

but how long can you ignore such a growing issue?

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leaning back and gazing up at the tile ceiling, taehyung sighed. he was currently in his friend jungkook's tiny dorm, sitting on his bed and waiting for his roommate, hoseok, to return with pizza. he really hoped he'd hurry up already. his belly was growling like it was angry with him. it was getting kinda scary.

"i really don't know, jungkook-ah, he's just... ugh." he mopplingly prompted his chubby cheeks in his hands and huffed.

"what do you mean you don't know, hyung?" jungkook asked crossing his beefy arms and shooting his friend a skeptical look. "you're like... the hottest and most outgoing guy i know. how haven't you scored a date with him yet?"

the "him" in question was taehyung's new roommate, seokjin. well, he wasn't exactly new. he'd been his roommate for over 5 months now, since his last roommate dropped out. yet, honestly, taehyung didn't think he'd ever get used to seeing that worldwide-handsome face in the same vicinity as him everyday. that would always be a shocker, no matter how many times they saw one another.

having a crush was new for taehyung. to put it bluntly, he knew he was good-looking. he definitely wasn't conceited or snobbish about his natural attractiveness, he honestly didn't care about looks. however, he was used to having a secret admirer or two, and unfortunately had to let many people down with his unrequited feelings. he never had any romantic attraction for anyone, even if he knew he was bisexual. in fact, romance really didn't play a role in his life. taehyung liked to paint, watch cartoons, eat snacks and play videogames. he chose friends and food over chasing after boys and girls. he hadn't even watched porn before, that's how uninterested in sex and relationships he was. call him immature or weird, but romance just didn't do much for him. it seemed boring. why would people waste there time on a silly boyfriend or girlfriend when they could be having fun? it just didn't make sense to him.

that was until he met his roommate. now, that was all he could think about. well, besides school and food, that is.

"that's rich coming from you, mr. i have muscles and a six-pack and tattoos and a fucking eyebrow piercing but i'm still too shy to even talk to jisoo." taehyung shot back with a smirk.

at that, jungkook flushed completely. it was true, despite being a 5 course meal plus desert, jungkook was the shyest person taehyung had ever met. he didn't have many friends besides taehyung, his roommate, hoseok, and hoseok's boyfriend. and the latter was just a friend of circumstances. the younger man also couldn't even look a girl in the eyes without blushing profusely and damn near pissing himself from nervousness. jungkook had a slight lisp and an occasional stutter as well, but taehyung found it quite endearing and sweet.

"t-that's not the point, hyung, and you know it!" jungkook replied hastily, still blushing. "why don't you just tell him how you feel? you've been pining after this dude for months!"

taehyung sighed heavily, the sigh morphing into a deep groan.

"because i literally don't know how! jin-hyung isn't going to take my confession seriously if i just say it! he's already rejected half the campus! he needs a gesture! some bold statement," taehyung explained in an exasperated manner, not caring if he was kinda rambling. "he deserves more than some half-hearted bullshit. i have to find a way to catch his attention, something to show him i'm different than the others. that i'm not just another idiot underclassmen trying to win him over! i just don't know what-!"

taehyung took a deep breath, ending his rant. he was beginning to feel upset, having a tendency to work himself up easily. he took a moment to collect himself, or at least try, and looked at the younger expectantly.

"don't look at me like that, hyung." he said after a moment, watching warily as taehyung took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. "you know what you gotta do, so do it." he shrugged, still observing his friend. "leth' talk about something else, okay?" jungkook suggested, not wanting his hyung to get anymore upset.

before taehyung could protest, there was a knock at the door.

"that must be hobi-hyung." jungkook spoke, getting up to let his dormmate in. taehyung stayed seated.

as the elder entered the room, the heavenly aroma of pizza followed, wafting around the dorm and into taehyung's nose. his mouth watered. pizza was the perfect comfort food. it always made him feel sated and happy. he could never get tired of it.

"hey tae-ah, i didn't know you would be here!" hoseok beamed, as he brought the pizza boxes over and placed them on the table. "how are you?"

"stressed and hungry."

hobi laughed loudly, his sunshine-like smile lighting up the room. taehyung always liked him. he was sweet, funny, and very handsome. he had a slim build, was a hip-hop dancer, and taehyung had seen his abs before. he'd be jealous if he cared about looks.

"aren't we all?" he joked, before he turned around and looked back at the still open door. "aish, yoongi-hyung, get your ass in here already!"

a low, "i'm coming, fuck off," emitted from beyond the threshold, before hoseok's boyfriend entered the room with a goofy grin and cases of beer and soda in his arms.

looking up at him, taehyung was taken aback.

the last time he'd seen yoongi, at least long enough to get a decent look at him, he'd been skinny. not just skinny, but nearly malnourished looking. his face had been gaunt and he was tiny in comparison to a healthy body. a good wind could have knocked him over. that was months ago. the yoongi he saw now looked quite different. he was filled out, his cheeks plumped and colored as apposed to pale and lifeless like before. his midsection as well, was that a belly? small, yes, but it was there. he looked so much... different. he wondered why.

taehyung had heard about relationship weight many times, and had seen it first-hand as well. when someone gets into a safe and loving relationship, they naturally gain weight. hoseok had opened up to jungkook and taehyung a few times, admitting that yoongi had been in an abusive relationship in the past. however, he was in a healthy one with hoseok now. honestly, it warmed taehyung's heart to see the once frail and sad-looking boy happy and healthy-looking.

it made him wonder if he would ever find a relationship like that. would he put on weight as well? probably not. his metabolism was way too fast, anyways.

"i brought some beer, jungkook don't drink it all this time." yoongi grunted, setting the packs by the desk and plopping down next to his boyfriend on his bed. "oh, taehyung's here. good thing we bought too much pizza."

the others chuckled. taehyung cocked a brow and frowned slightly. what was that supposed to mean?

"i'm starving." jungkook stated to no one in particular, grabbing himself a slice of pizza and a can of beer. taehyung wouldn't be having any alcohol, though, because it always made his cholinergic urticaria act up, and he wasn't in the mood for an itchy rash. besides, he liked soda much more.

"i thought you were on a diet, kookie-ah!" hoseok fake scolded. jungkook scoffed playfully.

"it's called bulking, hyung." he joked. everyone knew he rarely let himself eat like this. he was extremely disciplined. taehyung might've been jealous. "and what about you? thought you were on a diet!"

"i am." the elder replied. "this is all i'm eating. i've still got that dance competition next week- yah! yoongi, don't get sauce on my sheets, you pig!"

he swatted weakly at the mint-haired boy, who nudged him in return and rolled his eyes. it made taehyung smile.

"you can have some too, taehyung-ah." hoseok spoke after a bit. it was then taehyung realized he hadn't gotten any yet. "i know how much you like pizza."

once again, another comment.

"i mean, i don't like it that much." he mumbled, grabbing a slice and and taking a bite. he knew he was bluffing. pizza was the best.

jungkook snorted.

"bullshit tae, you almost always eat an entire pizza whenever we hang out!"

it was true. on an empty stomach, he could scarf down a whole pizza. more if he was especially hungry.

he decided not to reply, finishing his first slide and heading for a second. sinking his teeth into the slice, he all but moaned. it was supreme pizza, his favorite.

"honestly, i have no idea where he puts it all." the redhead commented, finishing up his slice. that was all he'd probably eat, seeing as he's on a diet and all.

"i-i do!" jungkook teased, stuttering slightly from the excitement. "he puth' it all right here."

suddenly, taehyung felt a finger poke his belly. he froze. he looked down to see jungkook's tattooed pointer finger sunk into his plush middle.

"wow, taehyung-hyung." the younger softly exclaimed. "i didn't know your tummy was this squishy."

taehyung felt himself blushing. not out of embarrassment, but something else. jungkook was still touching his belly.

"no way, let me feel!" hoseok reached over, but all too late. taehyung swatted them away and curled into himself, arms wrapped firmly around his middle.

"don't! i'm ticklish!" he lied. yes, he was ticklish, but that's not why he didn't want them to feel his stomach.

it was a strange sensation, really...

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a pizza and a 2L of soda later, taehyung felt warm and fuzzy and full.

hoseok and yoongi had left for yoongi's dorm. taehyung was assuming they wanted some alone time, and he knew yoongi had his own private dorm. he didn't want to think about what they'd do, though. ew, just... ew.

taehyung leaned back and closed his eyes, feeling sated. he gently patted his taut tummy and let out a deep burp, sighing afterwards. that was another thing he was shameless about. if he had to burp, he always just let it out. leaving the trapped gas in his belly only made it hurt, so he didn't hold back. besides, it felt good and it was only natural. he usually didn't even say "excuse me." he didn't understand why he had to. everyone burped; why excuse yourself for something completely normal? unlike jungkook, who'd probably die from humiliation, taehyung wasn't shy about it. the only person he'd be even remotely embarrassed in front of was seokjin, but that's a different story.

"mmm, that was yummy, kookie. i'm stuffed."

jungkook was drinking another beer, beyond drunk by now. he mumbled something incoherent, followed by a hiccup and a groan.

"aw kookie, are you drunk?" taehyung teased, ruffling the maknae's soft, black hair. the younger grumbled again. "tired, little guy? let's get you to sleep, bun."

gently, taehyung guided the nearly-passed-out jungkook's head to the pillow of his bed.

"sleep well, bun." he whispered sweetly, leaving a feather-light kiss on the younger's forehead. he'd probably have to stop by tomorrow morning to take care of him when he woke up with a hangover. he was bound to have a killer one with all the beer he guzzled down, and taehyung knew hoseok didn't do well with vomit. he didn't mind, however. taehyung loved to take care of his friends, anyways.

before he left, taehyung cleaned up, ate the last couple pieces the boys left, and did some of the dishes for them. he also really needed to pee, so he made a quick trip to the bathroom.

once he'd gone and washed his hands, he took a moment to observe himself in the mirror.

i looked really good today, taehyung thought, peering into the mirror and adjusting his gold-framed glasses. despite being quite handsome, he still felt insecure sometimes, especially as of lately. with some of the comments his friends had been making, he wasn't sure what to think. it was almost as if there was some kind of big joke, and he was the only one who wasn't in on it. he really didn't know.

before taehyung could turn away and exit the small bathroom, his eyes caught something in the corner, by the shower.

a scale.

he had forgotten that jungkook did weight training. it was probably his to keep track of that. or maybe it was hoseok's, since he was on a diet and all. it didn't matter. it shouldn't matter.

however, for some reason, he wanted to try it. knowing your weight couldn't hurt, right? it's just a number, anyways. besides, he was curious.

taehyung pulled the digital scale out and stepped on it, waiting patiently for the box to calculate his weight. it couldn't be too much. he was thin, after all.

looking down, his eyes widened.

78.1kg.

he blinked.

huh. so that's how much he weighed.

the last time taehyung had been properly weighed was his physical exam before freshman year. that was nearly a year ago. he was so thin, weighing in at 60.3 kg. since then, he'd gained roughly 17.8 kg.

wait a minute, that couldn't be right, could it? but he had a fast metabolism! not to mention, he's fairly active. well... sometimes. but he does do a lot of walking! something had to be wrong.

taehyung stepped off the scale, allowing it to level back to a clear screen. he then stepped back on.

78.1kg.

this didn't seem possible. maybe it's because of his clothes. maybe he needed to strip down to his underwear like when he had a checkup at the doctor's. quickly, taehyung peeled off his corduroy pants and baggy sweater, leaving him in his undies and tata-themed socks.

what? they were cute!

standing back on the digital scale, taehyung peered down at the number expectantly.

it was the same, the clothes only weighing a little.

maybe it was all the food he just ate, or maybe he had to use the toilet? but that doesn't explain all those kilos...

he placed himself back on the ground, dumbfounded. how did he manage to put on that much? that was like the freshman 15 (lbs) tripled!

taehyung sighed lowly, before turning to face the mirror.

in just his undies, and for the first time since freshman year, taehyung noticed his body.

his thighs were thick, clinging together like chunky glue. gentle stretch marks adorned the insides, which weren't new, seeing as he's always been a bit thicker than his peers growing up. however, they were more prominent. spinning around, he viewed his ass, which giggled almost lewdly with the slight movement. the plump, golden globes looked even plumper than they had. he had always had an ass, but now? he could probably play a pixar mom in a live-action film.

last, but certainly not least, his eyes settled on the most obvious change: his stomach. his tummy hung over the waistband of his underwear, extremely bloated and round from his big dinner and all the soda he drank. yet, despite being stuffed with pizza, it had softness to it. taehyung ran his hands over his belly, pinching the excess pudge. it wasn't too big, but it was noticable. more than noticable.

taehyung wasn't skinny anymore. he had gotten a bit chubby.

and, strangely enough, he didn't care. infact, he liked it.

taehyung knew he ate a lot of unhealthy foods, that was just who he was. why would he deny himself all the yummy things he liked to eat, just to maintain an "attractive" body? so what he wasn't slim like hoseok or muscular and shredded like jungkook? his body was perfectly fine. it did it's job, and that was the important thing.

above all things, taehyung was shameless. having gained weight didn't mean a thing to him. he was an artist, after all, not a model. his figure really didn't matter in the long run. he was still the same handsome guy, just with a little extra chub. and, honestly, he wondered what he'd look like with just a little bit more. just another layer of cream on his body. he's sure he'd like it, especially with how he reacted to having his tummy poked earlier by jungkook.

so, with the new information tucked in the back of his mind, taehyung dressed and left the small bathroom, making his way out of his sleeping friend's dorm. after double checking on jungkook and leaving the wastebasket beside his bed, just in case he woke up sick, the fluffy-haired boy exited the dorm and began his walk down the hallway, back to his own dorm.

after eating, taehyung usually felt sleepy, so it was no surprise to him that he found himself growing sluggish and drowsy as he strode back to his room. it was a pleasant feeling, really. he'd probably take a nice nap when he got back. maybe make some hot chocolate and catch up on some dramas. yeah, that sounded nice.

as he opened the door to his dorm, he was met with a flush of warmth and soft light. faint music played in the background, and a scent immediately met his nose as he stepped in. it smelled delightful. that could only mean one thing.

taehyung hadn't expected seokjin to be home so early. he wished he'd known; he'd like to have put more time into his appearance. welp, baggy sweater and messy-haired taehyung would have to do.

"ah, tae! you're home!" he heard seokjin call from the stove as he shucked off his loafers. he suddenly felt uncharacteristically shy, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right as seokjin walked up to him, all broad-shouldered and stupidly handsome. "how was your day?"

taehyung smiled as seokjin went in for a gentle hug, sinking into his warm embrace and inhaling his calming scent. seokjin was a real hugger, which taehyung appreciated because he, himself, was an absolute cuddle monster and jumped for any physical affection. it didn't help the butterflies in his stomach, however. he'd hope to just digest them already and move on from this silly crush.

"my day was a happy one, thank you," taehyung replied, nearly pouting as seokjin pulled away from the embrace. "how was your's, hyung?"

"better now that you're here." the elder smiled warmly, and taehyung felt his face heat up. seokjin always knew the right things to say to get his heart racing like mad. "come sit in the kitchen and keep me company while i cook?"

the younger nodded timidly, feeling pleasantly small next to his hyung. he followed him like a puppy to the dorm kitchenette, taking a seat at the small bar table.

"so," seokjin began, as he stirred a pot of glass noodles, keeping an eye on the vegetables and pork strips in the frying pan. he was making japchae, one of taehyung's favorite dishes. "have you eaten dinner yet?"

"oh, i ate pizza at jungkook and hoseok-hyung's place," he answered, hand going instinctively to his still-bloated tum, giving it a fond pat. "truth be told, i probably overate." he let out an uneasy chuckle in an attempt to distract himself from the warmth growing in his lower belly. what was happening to him?

seokjin waved him off.

"there's no such thing as overeating if it tastes good," he countered, and before taehyung could understand what was going on, a steaming plate of japchae was placed in front of him. it was a heaping serving, the small plate only making it look bigger. "here, have some of this."

taehyung flushed, gingerly sliding the plate away.

"um, i-i shouldn't, hyung," he stammered, hand still on his middle, almost defensively, as if he were guarding it. "thank you, but i'm still pretty stuffed."

seokjin chuckled deeply, full lips curled into a smirk. he pushed the dish back in front of him. taehyung gulped.

"taehyung-ah, i've seen you demolish three times this and more in one sitting. i'm not exactly convinced that 'stuffed' is in your vocabulary."

there it was. another comment about his eating habits. however, this time, instead of irritation, he felt something... else.

"jin-hyung, i-"

"you wouldn't let all my hard work go to waste, would you?" seokjin questioned, pouting. taehyung felt his heart jump. "i made this all just for you."

"well... alright. i'll have a bite or... two." taehyung finally spoke, unable to look his hyung in the eye. picking up the pair of chopsticks, he hesitantly began to eat.

it was delicious. of course it would be.

in all his time, taehyung had never met as good a cook as seokjin. not even his own mother --who could whip up a mean bibimbap like nobody's business-- could compare to his skills. the younger male couldn't even count on two hands how many times he's had his belly nearly bursting out of his pants from seokjin's cooking. whatever it was he was making, taehyung was sure to gorge himself to new heights every time; now was only proof of that. seokjin didn't seem to mind. infact, he encouraged it.

"taste good?" the elder quizzed, taking a seat in front of the eating boy and gazing at him fondly, if not a bit intently.

taehyung took a moment to finish chewing his mouthful and swallow. he grinned.

"amazing," he answered, licking his lips. "your cooking always is the best, hyung. it's, like, ethereal."

seokjin let out his iconic windshield wiper laugh, which only made his dongsaeng giggle.

"well, if it's good enough to pull out the 50 cent words for," be mused, leaning a tad closer. "then it's good enough to finish, yeah?"

taehyung's smile faded, as he peered up at the taller man wordlessly.

"you know i don't like leftovers, taehyung-ah. scrape your plate. clean."

he didn't have to tell taehyung twice. something about the subtle command in his tone --the sprinkle of dominance within the seemingly innocent words-- sparked a flame that licked into taehyung's belly.

he continued to eat, and before he could really process anything, his chopsticks clinked against an empty plate. instantly, a crimson heat spread over his face. it was as if he were a different person for a moment.

"all done?" seokjin questioned, taking the plate from the boy as he nodded sheepishly. "good job, tae-ah! you did so well!"

taehyung felt his pants become tighter at his elder's words of encouragement.

"feeling full?"

taehyung's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"i-" a burp interrupted him. he stayed quiet for a moment, hand covering his mouth, before he spoke up again. "excuse me, sorry."

he was blushing like mad. shameless taehyung who?

seokjin snorted. "guess that answers my question."

the slight teasing only increased the tightness of his pants, though he remained oblivious.

to say taehyung was full was a gross understatement. he'd passed the limitations for being full. he felt like if he moved even an inch he'd explode, literally. he looked 7 months pregnant.

"jin-hyung," he began with a taut hiccup, a slight whine to his voice. "i think... i think i ate too much."

and there it was, the rarer side of shameless taehyung. the one who needed affection after overdoing it, and wasn't afraid to beg for it.

"aw, you poor thing," his hyung cooed, helping the younger stand. his belly felt heavy and stuffed to the brim. "let's get you to the couch yeah? how's some hot chocolate sound? sound nice?"

taehyung nodded and hummed, blissed out from the tight fullness. he'd never felt this way from just eating before.

he took a seat on the couch as seokjin scurried off to make hot chocolate, and he used the opportunity to unbutton his pants. although he wasn't exactly too keen on being so unkempt in front of his love interest, his pants were digging into his bloated stomach something fierce. slowly, he undid the buttons and pulled down the zipper, freeing and allowing his tummy to rest atop. he sighed in relief, though it was short-lived when he noticed the slight bulge in his pants. well, that's new?

wait a minute--

oh fuck.

he frantically attempted to pull his sweater down to cover his lower region, but it was too snug around his plush middle to budge much. thankfully, it wasn't entirely noticable.

"here you go, taebear," seokjin said as he walked back into the small living room, two mugs of hot chocolate in his hand. one of them had tata all over it: you can guess whose it is. "careful, it's hot. let it cool before you drink it."

taehyung nodded bashfully in reply as the older of the two turned the tv on, switching the channel to some random drama taehyung had seen bits of but couldn't remember the name of. when jin sat down next to him, he immediately snuggled up to his side, head on his broad shoulder.

this. this was heaven right here.

seokjin smiled sweetly, arm wrapping around the younger. his fingers carded through taehyung's fluffy brown hair, earning a quiet sigh and pleased noises from the latter. taehyung's eyes fluttered shut as his scalp was scratched lightly.

soon enough, after finishing his hot chocolate, he felt himself grow drowsy. his belly felt warm and heavy, rising with every deep breath he took.

just as he had nearly dosed off, he felt something warm slip under his sweater and dance against his stomach. it felt like a hand.

he sighed. he must have been dreaming.

slowly, the palm of the hand traced over his swollen tummy, fingers ghosting over his navel. he all but purred at the feeling.

it began to rub circular motions onto the bloated skin with a gentle pressure, releasing a few soft burps from taehyung, who mewled at the lovely sensation. he began to fall deeper into slumber, the warm feeling being the last thing he could remember before he completely fell sound asleep.

when taehyung awoke, he was in his own room, in his own bed. he was under the blankets, glasses neatly placed on the bedside table. yawning, he looked around, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

had he been dreaming this whole time?

placing a hand on his middle, he was shocked to feel how bloated and round it was.

nope. it was all real.

and it felt completely, utterly, shamelessly good.

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"hey hobi-hyung, what's up?" taehyung spoke into the receiver of his phone after answering hoseok's call. he was currently working on an oil painting while munching on the oreos he'd bought at the campus snack venue on his way home.

"hey tae," he heard a strained voice answer. someone was in the background coughing. "could-" hoseok was cut off by what sounded like a particularly loud heave "ugh. could you do me a solid, tae. i'll pay you back, i promise."

and just like that, taehyung was on his way over to jungkook and hoseok's dorm. he'd debated bringing his painting with him, but eventually decided against the idea. he didn't want to make sick jungkook even sicker, nor did he want hoseok to complain about him stinking up the dorm with his paint.

the second he opened the door, hoseok rushed out.

"thanks a million, taehyung," he spoke frantically, clearly frazzled but trying to stay calm, though it was evident he was hanging on by a thread. "i hate to do this to you but you know how i am."

taehyung gave him a reassuring smile.

"hobi-hyung don't worry, it's alright! i don't mind!" he explained, placing a hand on his hyung's shoulder. "how's he doing?"

hoseok closed his eyes.

"ugh, he's just... ugh."

taehyung laughed and shook his head.

"aish, i told that dummy not to drink so much," he playfully face-palmed, giggling. "alright hyungie, head over to yoongi-hyung's. i'll take it from here."

hoseok sighed a breath of relief.

"you're a little saint, you know that, taetae?"

he pinched taehyung's full cheeks, kissing his forehead before rushing off. taehyung blushed and giggled to himself softly.

hoseok was really something else.

upon entering his friend's shared dorm and turning on the light, his eyes instantly landed on jungkook, who looked like he'd seen better days.

"taehyung?" he heard the younger croak from his bed, eyes squinted nearly shut. "shit, kill the lights will you, please?"

taehyung quickly flicked the switch off.

"oh, sorry kookie-ah," taehyung apologized, making his way in the dim room to the bed, where he sat.

"it's alright hyung, my head is just absolutely murdering me right now."

"feeling pretty bad, aren't we, bun?" taehyung murmured softly, rubbing the younger's back tenderly.

"god, 'm never fucking drinking again."

taehyung chuckled, shaking his head. he knew that was a lie; he'd probably be in the same position next weekend taking care of the hungover boy.

"okay, bun," he replied, fondly. "can i get you anything? painkillers, perhaps?"

jungkook shook his head, instantly wincing at the movement.

"no i already took some before you came." he answered. "could you just hold me for a bit, please?" his doe eyes found taehyung's gaze in the dark.

the elder boy swallowed back an 'awwww' as he laid down on the bed, taking the sick boy into his arms. he ran his fingers through the younger's silky, black hair. jungkook sighed.

"thanks, hyungie." jungkook mumbled into taehyung's warm chest. "you're the best."

a soft smile melted onto taehyung's lips. the two boys sat in a quiet trance for a while, the only sound being breathing and the hum of the ac. after some time had passed, jungkook broke the silence.

"um, hyungie?"

"what is it, bun?" taehyung replied, looking down at the boy.

"i-i um..." he began, stuttering from what taehyung assumed was nervousness. his stutter always worsened when he was nervous, the elder noticed. "i'm s-s-sorry about what i said yesterday."

taehyung haulted his movements, cocking a brow in confusion.

"what are you talking about, jungkook?"

"yes'therday," he paused to grimace at his lisp, before going on, "with hobi-hyung and yoongi-hyung." jungkook responded anxiously. "i-i shouldn't have c-commented on your body or how much you eat like that. if someone had made a comment about m-m-my stutter or lisp, i'd have been sad. it wasn't cool of me to point out an insecurity like that. i'm- i'm sorry." his voice broke a tad at the last part, though taehyung nearly didn't catch it.

taehyung blinked, taking a moment to process his dongsaeng's confession.

"okay, kookie, three things," taehyung replied after some thought, returning to stroking the boy's hair. "one: it's alright, don't worry about it. i'm definitely not upset with you, honey. two: your stutter and lisp are perfectly fine. they make you unique, make you you, so don't be embarrassed about how you talk, and don't take shit from absolutely anyone about it. got it?"

jungkook nodded, eyes still glassy.

taehyung smiled and continued.

"and three: what makes you think i'm insecure about my body?"

jungkook froze for a moment, clearly trying to conjure up an answer that wouldn't hurt his hyung's feelings.

"um..."

"is it because i'm chubby?"

jungkook didn't say anything, causing taehyung to sigh audibly.

"i have no reason to be insecure about my body, you know, jungkook?" taehyung calmly retorted, not in a mean or scolding manner, but in a blunt one. "i love my body. my tummy's job is to digest the food i eat and convert it to energy. that's it, and he's doing a pretty good job at it. so, therefore, i have no real reason to be insecure, and i'm not. a little tummy fat never hurt anyone."

jungkook looked up to gaze at his hyung.

"so, it didn't hurt your feelings when i t-touched your belly, then?" he asked, voice still slightly broken. taehyung wiped the stray tears from his dongsaeng's cheeks.

"of course not, kookie-ah," the older boy reassured, lips spreading into a grin. "in fact... i liked it."

jungkook went stiff.

"u-um... i-i'm flattered, hyung, i really am... b-but i like girls..."

taehyung let out a deep, rumbly laugh.

"don't be silly, bun!" he teased, still chuckling. "i wasn't talking about you! i wouldn't date your lame ass anyways, even if you did like guys!"

this earned him a playful slap.

"but you did... like it?" jungkook questioned after a comfortable silence.

taehyung nodded a bit stiffly.

"yeah, i... i guess i did." he admitted. "to be honest... i wouldn't mind if seokjin touched m- woah! sorry about the tmi! literally forget i said that, please. like, erase it from your memory."

taehyung flushed in embarrassment as jungkook burst out laughing.

"yah, don't make fun of me! i'll kick your ass you little shit!"

despite the teasing, taehyung definitely wouldn't mind if seokjin touched his belly. infact, he'd fucking love it.

and, well... this all was... new. he'd like to explore this more in the future.

however, little did taehyung know, he wasn't the only one with a bit of experimentation in mind.

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simonsrealwife · 3 years

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Grocery Store Visit

This fanfic is inspired by the dream I had last night so enjoy :)

Warnings: Kissing and small talk about sexual pleasure.

Side note: This story takes place before the events of Fear Street.

It was around 12:00 P.M and I couldn’t wait for Simon to get home. I thought it would be good to just let him do his job without any interruptions but the thought of seeing him at the grocery store kept itching at the back of my brain. After 12 minutes of contemplation, I decided to go see him. Besides, working at the grocery store this late is probably boring without company. I grabbed my coat and my car keys and headed for the grocery store.

-different time-

It was dark in the grocery store. As usual. I walked over to the cash registers and saw Simon with his back facing my direction. I quietly snuck my way towards him and hugged him from behind. He jumped a little but once he saw who was hugging him, he calmed down. Simon turned around and put his head on my shoulder. “Hey, Y/N,” Simon quietly said. “Hi,” I whispered. The hug was so comforting and I didn’t want to let go. I smelt the cologne he was wearing and I could hear his heart beating. “What are you doing here?” Simon asked. “Oh, I couldn’t resist the urge to see you while you were working. I missed you so much,” I replied with a smile. “Really touches my heart,” Simon jokingly said. I just laughed at his joke but the laughter died down when Simon deepened the hug. He tightened his grip more and nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck. Me doing the same. Once I hugged Simon, we could never let go of each other. It’s comforting and brings so much joy to my heart. I pulled myself out of Simon’s grasp and started peppering his neck with kisses. He slightly moaned every time I kissed his neck. I was too tired to indulge in sexual pleasure and I didn’t want to turn on Simon so I stopped the kissing. I looked up at Simon and saw him looking at me. “Uh…Simon?” I said. “Hmm?” He hummed. “When will your shift be over?” I questioned. I wanted his shift to be over so him and I could go to my house and cuddle even more. Simon looked at his watch. “In 10 minutes.” “Ok, great,” I said, sounding excited. “I’ll go close up.” Simon smiled and walked away. I stood there and waited for him to return. He came back after 7 minutes. Simon smiled at me and held his hand out. I grabbed it and we walked to my car. The rest of the night was filled with small kisses and LOTS of cuddles.

(There might be spelling errors but there should be little to none.)

#simon kalivoda #fear street #fear street smut #fear street fluff #simon kalivoda fluff #simon kalivoda is my comfort person

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bts-reveries · 3 years

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expect the unexpected | 5

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“It’s open!”

“Auntie Rin!” Haneul yells, running to the door as one of your best friends walks in. He smiles up at her, waving.

“Hi Haneul, how’ve you been?” Rina asks, closing the door behind her.

“Good,” he says, looking behind her. “Where’s hyung?” He asks sadly, realizing Sian is not with her.

“He’s at home with Tokki and Uncle JK,” she says, reaching down to squish his cheek. “Where’s mommy?” Rina asks.

“I’m here!” You yell from the hallway, running to the living room. “Hey,” you say, walking up to her to give her a hug. She groans, hugging you tighter.

“I’m so tired,” she says, leaning into you. You laugh, she’s going through that new mom phase again… but with a puppy this time.

“Go ahead and take a nap in our guest room then,” you say, pulling away from her, holding onto her arms. “I can wake you up when Yuna comes.”

“Are we having a playdate?” Soojin asks, walking into the living room.

“Yes, but only for your mommy and aunties,” Rina says, laughing at Soojin’s reaction when she frowns up at her.

“Siannie hyung is not here,” Haneul pouts, resting his head on his palms as he looks at his sister from the arm of the couch.

“Gyu will be here later though,” you tell your kids. You then turn back to Rina. “Go ahead and take a nap, Yuna will be here in like an hour. I’ll wake you up then,” you say.

“Okay okay, thank you,” Rina says. She then walks off towards your guest bedroom when she stops halfway.

“Oh yeah,” she says, opening up her bag. She then takes out three bags of cookies. “I got these before I left work.”

“AHHhhhhH!” Haneul screams, sliding off of the couch and running to Rina. Rina laughs, handing one to him and then the other to Soojin.

“Thank you!” they both yell with joy.

“You’re welcome~ Umm.. Where’s Minseok? This one’s for him.”

“He’s reading in his room,” you say, “I’ll give it to him though, thank you! Go ahead and sleep now, you’re going to knock out any second.” You laugh as you watch her eyes flutter, trying her best to stay awake.

“Alright,” she says, finally going to the room. “Wake me up when she gets here!”

“I will, I will.”

“Soojin, you wanna wake up Auntie Rin?” You ask as you let Yuna and Mingyu in.

“Um, no,” Soojin says, returning back to her cookie and the show playing on the tv. You scoff, shaking your head.

“I have a better idea,” Yuna says walking towards the guest room. “Wanna come Haneul?” She asks. Haneul excitedly runs to Yuna, going inside the room first.

You tilt your head to the side, wondering what she was up to.

“Attack!” You hear Yuna yell, you hear her throw the kids onto the bed.

“Auntie Rin! Auntie Rin!” You hear the kids yell.

“I’m awake, I’m awake,” you hear Rina say. “Oh gosh, you guys are so cUTE!”

You laugh at her reaction, you know Yuna just gave her baby fever.

Again.

“How dare you wake me up like this,” Rina says, walking out holding Mingyu in one arm and Haneul in the other. “I just got better from baby fever, I can’t have it again, I don’t need another baby right now.”

“That puppy really keeps you up at night doesn’t it,” you say. Rina nods, a yawn escaping her lips.

“It’s okay, I still love her though,” she says. You nod. You always wanted a dog, but you barely have any time.

“Babe,” your husband says, walking out of Minseok’s room, “I just finished helping Minseok with his homework and got a call from Yeonjun, a client rescheduled-- oh hey girls.” Jin waves at them, just noticing that your friends are over, and turns back to you. “I’m going to leave in a bit, Yeonjun and Jungkook should be stopping by in a couple of minutes.” When the name comes out of his mouth, Rina almost drops the kids.

“W-who’s coming by?” She stutters out.

“My secretary and your fiance--”

“UNCLE YEONJUN IS COMING?” Soojin practically screams, dropping the cookies to run to her room. Haneul and Mingyu don't hesitate to wiggle out of Rina’s arms to take them.

“Where are you going?” Jin calls out.

“I NEED TO LOOK PRETTY!” His daughter answers back. Jin turns towards you.

“I’m going to call Yeonjun and tell him to stay in the car.”

As if on cue, a knock came from the door and you all turned towards it.

“It’s open!” Haneul yells, running to the door. Mingyu follows after him.

The door then opens and Tokki comes running in, jumping on everyone he sees. Knocking down the youngest member.

“Siannie hyung!” Haneul yells, hugging and clinging onto Sian.

You turn to look at Rina who’s glaring at Jungkook. He smiles, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

“Hey don’t look at me like that, blame the client that decided to reschedule!” Jungkook says.

“IS UNCLE YEONJUN HERE,” Soojin yells from her room.

“NO THE BETTER LOOKING UNCLE IS THOUGH,” Jungkook yells back.

Soojin comes running out of her room and the smile on her face wipes off when she doesn’t see Uncle Secretary.

“Do you not love me anymore?” Jungkook says, putting a hand to his chest.

“I still do,” she says, walking to her uncle and raising her arms for him to carry her. Jungkook picks her up and she wraps her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek and making Jungkook pout.

“Aw I want a daughter,” he says.

“Being in this house is dangerous,” Rina mumbles, referring to the baby fever you get when you enter the Kim’s residence.

“I think we have enough children in our group right now, but anywho,” Jin says, turning back to you. “I’ll be home by dinner,” he says, giving you a kiss. “Let’s go Kook,” he says. “The quicker we get there, the quicker we finish.”

“Okay hyung,” Jungkook says, putting Soojin down and walking over to Rina to give her a kiss as well.

“I feel so left out,” Yuna says, thinking about Jimin. Both Jungkook and Jin looked at each other before turning to Yuna and giving her an overly exaggerated flying kiss.

All three of you laugh at the boys’ antics, shaking your head.

“Thanks.” Yuna says sarcastically, “I feel so much better.”

“We’ll get going now,” Jin says, walking out with Jungkook.

Soojin pouts, dragging her feet towards you, hitting her head on your stomach.

“What’s wrong?” You ask her wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

“I wanted to see Uncle Yeonjun,” she whines. You pick her up, and you and the girls exchange looks.

“Are the girls really growing up and liking boys now?” Yuna asks. “My heart hurts, I don’t think I’m ready.”

“So what are your plans for your big anniversary trip?” Rina asks, sitting on your couch with a cup of coffee. She was glad that all the kids were just keeping themselves occupied and playing with the dog. She didn’t have to worry about a thing.

“Honestly, we haven’t talked about it much as I thought we would,” you say, taking a seat next to her. “He’s been busy with work, as you can tell, and then I’m busy with the kids and work too. I think as it gets closer, we’ll start to settle things. Like booking an airbnb, call his parents to watch over the kids, and take a few days off of work.”

“Isn’t your anniversary in a few days though?” Yuna asks. You were about to drink your coffee when you stopped halfway.

Grabbing your phone from the coffee table, you went on the calendar app.

“You’re right. I guess we were too busy to notice,” you laugh half heartedly, “I’ll bring it up tonight, we’re planning to go to jeju island. Calling his parents and booking the place shouldn’t be too har--”

“NO,” you hear from the kids’ room, interrupting your sentence.

“MINES!”

“STOP IT!”

You three all turned to each other with furrowed eyebrows, turning to face the hallway.

“HANEUL STOP,” you hear your daughter yell, as soon as you hear ‘ow!’ and a loud cry afterwards, you three came running to the room.

The three of you got to the door of Soojin’s room where Tokki ran out of.

“What happened?” you say, walking towards the two crying boys on the floor.

“They were fighting over Tokki,” Sian says, calmly sitting next to Soojin. Both of them dangling their legs over the edge of the bed.

“Why were you two fighting over Tokki? You both can play with him,” you say, sitting down on the floor, calming your son and nephew. Yuna sits down with you, putting her son on her lap.

“You’re lucky Sian hyung lets you two play with his puppy,” you say, rubbing Haneul’s back.

“Haneul took Tokki from Sian and pushed Mingyu when he tried to pet him,” Soojin snitched. She folded her arms over her chest and crossed her leg over the other.

“Haneul why did you do that?” You ask calmly.

“My puppy!” Haneul yells, kicking his feet. Yuna got Mingyu to finally stop crying and calmed down.

“The two of you need to share okay?” Yuna says. “Mingyu go to Haneul and you two should say sorry to each other.”

“Actually, Tokki is MY puppy,” Sian corrects him, putting his finger up.

“No!” Haneul screams, angrily pushing Mingyu down as he walks towards him, knocking him down to the floor.

“WHY DID YOU PUSH HIM, SIAN IS THE ONE WHO SAID IT,” Soojin says, jumping off of her bed to run to Mingyu. Sian looks at her shocked.

As Haneul watches his sister run to his younger cousin, he pulls her hair as if he was jealous that she was going to Mingyu and not him.

“Haneul!” You exclaimed, grabbing his little fist that was shut tight around his sister’s hair.

“OW MOMMY OW!” Soojin yells.

“I’m sorry baby just-- hold on,” you say, trying to ungrip his hand.

Rina quickly left to go find wherever Tokki went to and silently whispered to herself, “Hmm, I guess baby tantrums are the best cure for baby fever.”

She walks into the living room and finds Minseok calmly petting Tokki on his lap while eating the cookie she gave him.

“Hi auntie, thank you for the cookie,” he smiles. Rina laughs as the scene in front of her was the complete opposite as the one she just left. She could still hear Soojin and Haneul screaming.

“Are they okay in there?” Minseok asks, pointing towards Soojin’s room. Rina turns towards the room and looks back at him, giving him a little shrug.

“Just baby drama,” she says, walking towards him and sitting next to him on the couch. “So do you want a dog of your own?” She asks, noticing how calm Tokki is with him. “You seem like you’re pretty good with dogs.” Minseok looks at her and nods.

“I would someday, but I think having Haneul and Soojin is enough,” he says, making his aunt laugh hysterically.

expect the unexpected

♡ part five: baby drama ♡

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader

a/n: im just excited for when jin and yn goes on their anniversary 😭

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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Part 2 is here!!! This is actually all just fluff and nothing new regarding reader's seelie powers but ;)) Part 3 coming soon...maybe...

-It has been a week or two since the interaction and the both of you have been exchanging letters, due to the fact that you live in Qingce Village.

-You only went to Liyue Harbor for a bit as you had a few commissions and quests nearby there, it would have been a long trip back and forth from home. (He's glad that he met you but won't admit it out loud.)

-Now what surprised you was that he came to visit you, not because he had a job nearby but purely of his own accord. You felt a flutter in your , upon seeing him at your door.

-"... Chongyun?"

-A flush from his cheeks as he shifted onto his other leg.

-"...Hello."

-Happiness bubbled throughout your body. With a bright smile you ushered him into your humble abode. He looked at the scripts and maps on your walls, then glanced over to the collection of pressed flowers beside your small dining table.

-You poured him a cup of tea and placed a bowl of food in front of him. Cold noodles with soy sauce and some fresh greens on the side.

-"I-I really couldn't--" he tried to turn down the offer of food but the smile you gave him made him pick up his chopsticks.

-Mid-coversation, another knock came at the door. Raising an eyebrow, you went to see who could be looking for you.

-"[Y/N], sorry to trouble you at the moment but could you please get these to Granny Rouxin? I have to rush for a meeting with some customers."

-You nodded and closed the door to sit back down with Chongyun as to continue the conversation, it would also be quite rude if you were to leave a guest in your house but-- Granny Rouxin :(

-Almost as if he read your mind, he finished eating and set the dishes by the sink. You were about to protest and ask him to sit down but he grabbed your hand and led you out the door.

-"Let's go give the chief that package."

-Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at your hands. Walking up the trail and stairs, you arrived at the chief's residence. She opened a door with a smile and greeted you.

-"Ah, [Y/N]. Good to see you, I suppose you're here for delivery?"

-"Yes, here you go! Please continue to rest, don't worry about the village, we'll be fine. If anything happens please get Ju Hua to send a letter to me."

-The kind elderly lady had been ill for a few days now and the entirety of the village had urged her to rest, considering her age and her position. She had been taking it easy and not moving about too much, hopefully her fever would subside soon.

-"Thank you, you're always such a help around here. I'm grateful that you continue to stay here even though it's a quiet life," she sighs.

-It really was a shame that many of age had went to the city, leaving yougins and elderlies here. As much as you liked the city, the calmness of this village and its beautiful fields had captured your heart.

-"Of course, it really isn't anything, I love living here anyway!"

-Chongyun silently took note of what was going on in the conversation, feeling a small sense of pride and joy when he heard that you had been helping around in the village from THE chief.

-Wrinkled eyes smile as they slowly trail to the cryo user beside you, the warm hues turn into mischievous ones as she looks at your joined hands.

-"Thank you... Hmm, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend?

-Immediately, the both of you separated with red faces. A chuckle escapes her throat as she waved the both of you off before returning to her bedroom.

-A moment or two passed as you both walked down the path, cryo tickling your skin as Chongyun desperately tried to calm himself down.

-A few kids came up to you with flowers and they babbled something about thanking you for helping them get their dolls back from the bad monsters before giggling and running off.

-Icy hues observed the situation and once again, he was reminded of how great a person you were. He knew from your letters that you liked to help out around the village but he didn't know it was to the extent that kids would come give you flowers.

-Warmth blossoms in his chest as he watches you smile at the kids. The way the wind blew your hair and how you gently pat the heads of the children made him smile like a fool.

-As you both continued to talk in your home, you failed to notice how late it was getting until the sounds of crickets chirping started. You asked Chongyun where he was staying and he was about to say something but nothing came out.

-"Ah...This is bad. I forgot that I didn't book a place to stay here..." (Because there were no inns (((:)

-'Archons, I'm so stupid' was probably what he was thinking at that moment.

-You tried to think of an idea but only one came to mind. Your palms sweated as you insisted that he stay with you in your house for the night. He tried to refuse but you were more adamant of not letting him sleep outside in the dangerous wilderness at night.

-With a huff, he accepted.

-One problem: The only place that was comfortable enough for sleep, (ie not the wooden chairs) was your bed. It's not like it was a tiny bed, but it was still flustering to be sharing the same bed! Especially since you're not dating like that or anything...! Even so, deep down you trusted Chongyun to not do anything.

-Jueyun Chili is the shade of red on your faces as you both lied down on the bed, you slowly turned over to meet his icy orbs looking at you before they averted away from your eyes.

-He was certainly free air-conditioning at the rate he was trying to cool hinself down. A soft laugh left your lips as you said goodnight before turning to face your back toward him.

-His heart stopped beating at a hundred miles per hour as he noticed that you were alseep. He, too was growing tired and closed his eyes to drift off into dreamland.

-Little did both of you know, that both of you would be awoken to the reality of your limbs tangled and arms wrapped around each other.

-あのん

Part 1

Oh gawd my heart dropped thinking I lost the link to the first part of this, I swear I need to fix my shit uo

#Seelie reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #anon あのん #exile.goblet

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ikemenfics · 3 years

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Adeste Fideles

Word Count: 1936

Notes: Blame or thank, I dunno which...either way, this is @tsundere-mitsuhide’s fault...don’t let them lie to you. Happy Holidays. I know this story is just one holiday..but seriously...happy holidays. Also, liberties were taken about timelines and what nots...Also 2 MC’S??!

Winter snows graced the ground. Was it the lack of heaters in the past or the globe being generally cooler, I had no idea, but still I huddled close to the campfire. Oda Nobunaga and his camp were in a gridlock between the Uesugi/Takeda Alliance, the pirates of the Mouri, and the Ikko Ikki and things had been quite tight. It was uncomfortable, but we still managed.

You, however, were greatly missing home this holiday. Christmas was that time of year for joy, family, gifts, and love. Instead we both were mired in cold, pain, tension, rations, and alienation. A wormhole swallowed us both and Sasuke, who ended with the Uesugi (another thorn of sadness that our brethren of the modern era was forced to the other side of the war) and I could see the toll it was taking to see you missing your homeland now more than any other time since coming here.

The sengoku family huddled around the campfire, doing what warcamps generally did. Told stories, boasted accomplishments, commiserated about missing their loved ones. I warmed my hands at the fire, watching you as we listened to the great unifiers of Japan.

“So I challenged, ‘you ain’t seen nothing yet’,” The One-Eyed Dragon reenacted his fight from earlier that day. A glorious victory, one could be sure. “And sword in each hand, I went for it. No one, not even The God of War would have been able to keep up at that point!” “You’re right,” Ieyasu lamented, gulping down the last dredges of the stew Masa had made for the soldiers, “My bandages can scarce keep up. Can’t even see how you do it.” “Ha! I’m just that good,” Masa’s smile was wild and flamboyant as he quite deliberately misconstrued Ieyasu’s chidings, a feat Ieyasu himself noted and rolled his eyes to.

“Mm, but I was quite impressed with our little princess actually blocking an arrow as she flailed about the battlefield,” Mitsuhide always knew how to fluff my feathers, darn it. “Look, it was YOUR idea to have me on a blasted horse after I told you I specifically did not want to be near a horse,” I replied, my back stiff as it recalled the terror of my little adventure today, “The block was sheer luck and I am grateful to the gods for it.” “Still looked cool to me,” Masa offered. “It was reckless. Be more aware next time,” Hideyoshi chided.

“Ok, but what about after?” I pointed to you, my ears burning and wanting the attention off of me, “The way you handled those blades to get me to safety. Where did those come from?” “Oh yes, do tell,” Mitsuhide’s flaxen eyes watched you for your response as well. “They’re mine,” you stated, matching Mitsuhide’s entertained expression with a calm one of your own, “Lord Nobunaga even said I could keep them when I found them. Take it up with him.”

It was nice seeing your face lose its gloominess, but it was not to last. Soon, conversations drifted back away from the two of us and the shadows of homesickness returned once more.

[If only there was something I could do...hmm] You stood, seeking your way to the supplies tent, an idea coming to your head, “Just need some…”

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” I jumped, finding Ieyasu staring at me. “Planning on throwing our supplies to the wind like yourself earlier?” “No,” I held up a finger, “Do you have lemons or oranges?”

“And those are..” [Oh yeah right…] “Uh...like...yuzu..or kan?

“We have yuzu for the onsen, but we have those packed until we reach Kiyosu.” “We’re leaving?” Ieyasu sighed, “Yes. That Motonari is interfering too much and it looks like every side is stretched too thin to deal with everyone at once. We’re withdrawing.” I nodded, turning back to the supplies, “Could I have one or two?”

“Braincells? That might be too much,” Ieyasu retorted, “Otherwise I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Mikan or yuzu.” “Why” “Something…”

Ieyasu gestured but approached one of the carts food. He plucked up four yellow fruits and handed them to me. “What do you want these for?” “A gift. There’s…” I hesitated. While it was generally accepted we’d come from another village- and shoot I from a whole country entirely given my western looks- how it came that we shared traditions and knowledge was always a bit of a slippery slope. I attempted to keep my words careful, “a holiday where I’m from. And with us both,” I indicated camp, implying you, “so far from home...I was just hoping to share something of my home...to make it easier.”

Ieaysu nodded and said nothing else. I took it as my signal to flee and escape. Next, I took my way to the food tent. With Masa already having fed everyone, I was sure the tent would be empty.

I was wrong. “Something you need, kitten?”

I smiled, though I’m sure I still looked quite like a mouse in front of the playful cat. Also, I’m quite sure Mitsuhide would love to have heard that comparison. [No giving the marksman anymore ammunition, me.] “Was hoping to find a knife...to cut these,” I held up the yuzu for Masamune to see.

Tool obtained, I set to work, splitting the fruits in half and gouging out the center parts, trying to leave as much of the white pith behind as possible. Part of the juice, I let flow back into the bowls I’d created and put the rest into an actual bowl, stating, “If you add a little sugar and water to this...you can make refreshing juice for the soldiers. Makes for a great revitalizing drink.” “Noted, kitten.”

[And now I’ve introduced lemonade almost 100 years too early. Sasuke please don’t be mad...but I mean you kept Kenshin alive...pretty sure my sin is a lot smaller in the eyes of Gallifrey.]

I peeled up a bit of pith, standing it straight up from it’s little yuzu bowl. I smiled at my handiwork, “Kinda wish I had wax, but this will have to do.” “Not sure why we’d have wax on a military campaign since we’re not Buddhists here, but I’d be delighted to hear why you want it, little mouse,” the tent moved aside and the silver fox of azuchi was there. “And what this has to do with yuzu fruits.”

[Of course he’d investigate. The man, I swear, can detach his eyes and have them float around like little moons, I’m sure.] I held up my little bowl of pith and citrus juice. “I’m making a gift for someone. Ieyasu-sama gave me two, but I only really needed one. One for me and one for my friend.”

“And you need wax because?” Now Masamune was back into the conversation, his single sapphire eye alight with curiosity. “I’m making makeshift candles,” I stated, quite proud of myself. Mitsuhide smiled and I could tell he was laughing at me, “Such effort for such a tiny thing.” I puffed my cheeks like the little gerbil I was in the face of the fox and Mitsuhide was unfettered, “There are plenty of ways to get candles without all this effort. Ieyasu had almost thought you were going to bathe yourselves. Pity he was wrong.”

I bit my retort as my face was already scorching and I knew my voice would never cooperate after such a devastating strike to my armory of wit.

I took my candles and thanked Masamune for his help and Mitsuhide for his lack thereof and set out to find you.

You were helping put the majority of the fires for the night, some staying lit for the watchmen taking up their nightly guard. I called and you glanced up, finding a tiny decimated citrus fruit being presented.

“Come...it’s Christmas. They’re not beeswax but they’re better than nothing.”

We stepped to the back of camp, out of the way and hopefully well out of any danger that might come. The sky was barren of stars due to the blanket of cloud threatening more snowfall. It was a shame. A star or two would have made this much nicer.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” You asked, holding your little gift in question. “Well, I thought we could light it and sing Christmas songs.” It was only after the words left my mouth that I realized I forgot something instrumental in my plan.

“With what?” You noticed the flaw as well. I laughed, I mean what else do ya do? It wasn’t the end of the world, but embarrassed I still was. “I obviously didn’t get that far.”

“Obviously,” you agreed.

So, we stood, staring at a bunch of cloud, the white of the snow gleaming on the ground. The nighttime world was changed into a whole new realm when the snow falls. That period that’s not dark, but clearly not day and certainly not a twilight.

“Still...be a waste to ruin the night, huh?” I asked. My mouth opened and the snow provided the perfect sound barrier to keep my song from carrying too far into the night.

Adeste fideles laeti triumphantes

“Your Latin is terrible,” You laughed. I stumped over the next few words, small bits of laughter almost overtaking my song. But still I sang. Eventually, even you joined in, our imperfect pitches doing little to stop us from enjoying our little bit of caroling.

“Maybe instead of kittens, you should be songbirds,” a voice chimed in. We turned, Masamune, holding a hollowed out yuzu half behind us.

“We could call them cuckoo birds,” Mitsuhide offered, holding a makeshift candle of his own.

“Well, don’t let us stop you from keeping everyone in the camp awake,” Ieyasu, holding a candle of his own, waved his hand, “Go on. We’ll wait. Not like we got anything better to do.”

I laughed, resuming singing. Noticing that you weren’t singing along. I elbowed, and poked, but you were not having it. [No matter] I though, letting lose my inner Mariah Carey [I’ll sing enough for all of us]. Mitsuhide approached, lighting our candles, the citrus scent wafting from the heat of the flames.

Silent Night broke out into Holy Night and we Veni’d Emmanual for what seemed like forever and no time at all.

“Hmm,” a new voice approached as Nobunaga appeared, holding his own little bowl of candle. “I heard voices and found this. I am curious what my vassals and charms are doing.”

“Caroling,” You responded, your cheeks red from cold but eyes bright with merriment.

“It’s tradition,” I quipped, prepared to sing the next number.

“And does Emmanuel,” Nobunaga pronouncing the name Emmanuel in his accent was an event I’d cherish forever, “know of the tradition.” “You know Latin,” you blinked at him in surprise. “Enough to know you’re not singing anymore. Now,” Nobunaga, holding his candle to Mitsuhide to light, “Continue this caroling of yours. I demand to hear more.”

Knowing what happened to the last cuckoo bird that refused to sing for Japan’s first Unifier, we sang. We sang every song we knew, from Jingle Bells to Feliz Navidad. We even tried one or two attempts to translate a few into Japanese for Japan’s warlords to learn. Song and laughter reached up into the night sky and it seemed even the celestial powers above were touched. The clouds broke away, clearing the heavens, and revealing the first stars to grace Japan’s very first Christmas Night.

#Akechi Mitsuhide #Oda Nobunaga #Tokugawa Ieyasu #Date Masamune #Masamune Date #Mitsuhide Akechi #Nobunaga Oda #Ieyasu Tokugawa #Ikesen #Ikemenfics #Cybird

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teawaffles · 3 years

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The Conspiratorial Bullet: Chapter 5

Returning our view from where the two girls began to rekindle their beautiful friendship to the site of the flag once again, a fierce battle was still raging on.

Just moments earlier, the blue team had been at a numerical disadvantage. But with their allies having received their communications and returned, the battle could now tilt either way…… No, they currently had the momentum to push the enemy back just a little.

“Alright, we’re totally forcing them back here!”

“If we can get through this fight, there’ll only be a handful of them left. We just have to hold out a bit longer.”

The nobles had spotted a chance of victory, and they could even afford to smile now. But as they verified their opponents’ positions from within a thicket, from behind a tree on the opposite side, a mysterious object was lobbed in their direction.

“What’s that?”

One noble had noticed the item sailing towards them — a bulging leather pouch. But its opening wasn’t fully shut, and as the blue team members stood rooted to the ground, the contents of the pouch spilled out onto them from above.

Out the bag poured a vast quantity of dummy bullets.

“H-Huhhhhhhh!?”

Stunned, the men shrieked as the rain of bullets pelted them without mercy. Of course, in the blink of an eye, most of them had been covered with paint.

One of the noblemen touched the paint on his clothes with a finger as he spoke in a daze.

“Is this, really possible?”

It seemed that doubt had surfaced in the others’ minds as well, for those who’d been paint-bombed simply stood where they were, their confusion plain as day. And as they did so, in the distance, a figure watched them from behind a tree.

“Sorry about that. Still, this is a great tactic.”

——As James Bond murmured that, he chuckled.

Needless to say, the one who had delivered that hefty blow on the blue team was Bond. At a spot far removed from the crossfire, he’d quietly made his preparations alone, and lain in wait for the chance to pull off this stunt.

Using bullets in this manner, when they were meant to be shot from a gun, could potentially invite controversy; but Herder had said, “If you get paint on any part of your body, you are out” — and not “if you are struck by a bullet fired from a gun”. In other words, if one adhered to the rules as explained, it could be said that this tactic of raining huge quantities of mock bullets on the enemy was legitimate.

Although they’d been suspicious at first, after a moment, the nobles looked at one another and laughed.

“That was an interesting attack for sure, but now…… what’ll we do? Should we call the referee and seek a decision?”

“Nah, we were completely done in — it’s our loss. Let’s bow out with grace.”

Far from leaving them frustrated, the innovativeness of that idea had felt refreshing; even as they harboured twinges of regret, the men obediently left the battlefield.

The red team members glanced at one another, as if wondering why their opponents were leaving the battlefield: it seemed Bond’s unconventional attack had surprised even his own allies.

Gazing at their puzzled faces with delight, Bond began to head for the apparent location of the opposing team’s flag. There was no rule that a certain person had to capture it, so he wanted to settle things himself if he could. With the blue team’s forces severely depleted, as long as they eliminated the remaining few members, they should be able to steal the flag with ease.

But the instant he saw the path to victory, from the direction of his own allies came a familiar voice.

“O—i, everyone. I’ve taken the flag. The game’s over now.”

That was absolutely impossible. A chill ran down his spine.

The voice announcing their victory—— was his own.

“Huh? We’ve already gotten the flag?”

“That was quicker than I thought.”

Naturally, since they thought the game was over, his allies had let down their guard. Bond shouted to them as fast as he could.

“No! That’s not me!”

But the warning came a second too late. Before his voice could reach them, several gunshots could be heard coming from their direction.

“……They’re done for.”

Bond bit his lower lip as he headed for his allies. There, a group of men stood in a daze, their clothes stained with paint. It seemed they had fallen into a spectacularly executed trap.

The number of players eliminated here was comparable to what Bond himself had taken out earlier. Once again, the balance of the battle had been restored, and his shoulders sank — but then he heard the rustle of leaves from a thicket behind him.

Sensing danger, Bonds dived swiftly into the nearby bushes. That instant, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a certain colleague’s young face.

Bond smiled as he raised his gun.

“You said you weren’t the type to get passionate, but that was a pretty nasty trick you pulled there ——Fred-kun.”

“That’s because I can’t let the team Mr William is on be defeated.”

Fred Porlock responded in a flat voice.

“Bond’s” voice from earlier had been a product of Fred’s mimicry. He’d led his opponents to mistakenly believe that the blue team’s flag had been captured, then took advantage of their lowered guard to inflict a massive blow.

“Hmm, so you’re determined to win too. Speaking of which, you’re rather passionate for someone who’s stone-faced.”

He purposely slung those provocative words over, and from the other side of the thicket, Fred’s retort sailed back.

“Perhaps — but getting too passionate only impedes my work. For me, an ironclad rule is to remain calm at all times.”

“I don’t think that’s necessarily true. It’s precisely this important work which requires a passion that’s second to none.”

“In that case, shall we prove who’s right?”

Fred’s unusually provoking comment had a somewhat joyful ring to it.

Bond chuckled.

“I knew you were a passionate man.”

With that single line uttered with joy as the catalyst, Bond leaned out of the vegetation and raised his gun. It seemed Fred had the same idea, for both of them were now pointing their revolvers at each other. But this was no time for indecision. Both men pulled the trigger, then took evasive action. The bullets passed through the exact spots they’d been a moment earlier, and they each hid behind a tree at the same time once more.

That thrilling battle lasted only a moment. Then, Bond called out with a childlike innocence.

“Aah, what a shame: I’ve been hit. Look, here’s the paint stain.”

“I’m not getting fooled by that — you completely dodged the shot.”

Fred had instantly seen through his deception. But even after his true intentions had been read like a book, Bond seemed to be enjoying himself, and he made to step out in preparation for his next move.

——Then, as if in response to that action, Fred raised his voice.

“Mr William, we can carry out a pincer attack now.”

“……What?”

That shocking line sent Bond looking around the area in suspicion. Then, as Fred had said, he saw William standing behind him.

“Hey Bond. How’s it going?”

“W— Will-kun!?”

For a split second, Bond panicked. He’d been trying to keep an eye out for William’s movements, but then the man showed himself just when he’d been focusing on Fred — this was the worst possible situation he could’ve found himself in. Bond knew he still had a few teammates left, but could it be that William had wiped them all out without making a sound?

In any case, it was a fact that his most formidable enemy had crept up behind him. Bond switched gears: in a flash, he took aim at William.

But far from defending himself, the man simply shrugged, as if he was troubled.

“Sorry, but — I’ve already been eliminated.”

“Eh?”

Yet another surprising statement. Bond’s thoughts were in disarray as he stopped himself, his gun still trained on William. Then, he felt something thud against his back.

“…………”

With an awkward smile plastered on his face, Bond turned his head, and looked behind him. There, stood Fred with his gun raised. Somehow, it seemed a slightly victorious smile had risen on his face.

He didn’t even need to check his back — he knew he’d been hit. With a magnificent sigh, Bond sat down on his haunches.

“Ah~, you’ve got me. So something like that was possible too……”

Now, he finally understood the plan that William and Fred had concocted. Bond ruffled his hair in regret, and William smiled as he spoke.

“There wasn’t a rule saying that you can’t take a detour as you leave the battlefield.”

William had anticipated the strategy his opponent would employ, then used the fact that he’d been eliminated, purposely passing through the frontline where Bond and the rest were in order to give the impression that he was still in the game. Of course, he made sure to tell the people he encountered that he was already out, so that they could avoid wasting bullets on him.

Even so, for those who knew William’s true power, the effect of his presence was enormous; now, just as William had planned, Bond made the mistake of leaving his back open to Fred.

“I didn’t think you’d also exploit loopholes in the rules.”

“Nonetheless, it’s a tactic bordering on foul play. Though, as long as Herder doesn’t show up, it should be alright.”

“……Will Herder-kun appear when someone breaks the rules?”

It was certainly an entertaining thought, but keeping watch over the movements of every single player must surely be a monumental effort. That said, it was flat out impossible for a single person to cover such a huge area — that was probably just a joke, wasn’t it?

In any case, Herder had yet to reveal himself; whatever the truth about his actions behind the scenes, with Bond — the mainstay of his team’s offence — now eliminated, this battlefront had effectively collapsed. As a result, the red team’s chances of victory were now almost zero.

“Aww, even though I was so fired up; I wanted to play on just a little longer.”

Bond hung his head in regret, and William smiled gently at him.

“It’s a pity indeed. Now it’ll be up to Moran and the rest to turn the game around.”

Analysing the state of the battle from here on, William looked towards the little cabin: the setting of the game’s impending climax.

Scoreboard

🔹 Blue team: Albert, Jack, Fred, William, Kevin, Andy

🔺 Red team: Moran, Bond, Louis, Helena

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #english translation #the girl who sees rainbows #illustration insert

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misslilli · 3 years

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Thank you to the lovelies who are still here ❤️

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 22 - B Is For Basketball

[ DS ]

October has faded into November, pumpkin-spiced latte has been replaced by peppermint mocha and plans for Thanksgiving break have been secured, my mom beside herself with joy that Bill Jr. will be returning from his assignment overseas just in time for the holidays.

At school, we’ve made paper turkeys for our window decorations in school, and slowly, I’m beginning to get into the holiday spirit myself. I stay late on this Friday afternoon to put the finishing touches on the turkeys, cutting out paper candy corn and taping everything to the insides of the windows that line our classroom. ‘Looks pretty good, the kids finally got the hang of cutting paper along the lines neatly.’

I exchange my heels for my gym sneakers after a long day, grab my book bag and head out, locking the door behind me. The eery calm of an empty school building soothes me and I turn out the lights of our hallway. When I look out into the school yard, I notice that someone has left on the lights in our gym and I roll my eyes. That someone might have been me forgetting after my lesson today, so I cross the yard quickly to turn them off before I head home.

When I enter the gym, though, I freeze at the top of the bleachers. The floor is empty safe for one Fox Mulder, dribbling a basketball and shooting hoops. I know I should just turn around and leave him to it, but I just can’t help watching, slack-jawed, as the muscles of his back ripple under that tight t-shirt. It’s not often that I get to watch him without getting caught, so I allow myself to stare for just a little bit longer, heart hammering in my chest.

I only realize that my hands have gone limp when my keys hit the floor with a deafening crash and I almost jump out of my skin. ‘Run! Move! Now!’ My legs are not cooperating, damn them, and I see to my horror that he whips around and spots me standing on top of the bleacher’s stairs.

“Jesus, Scully! You trying to kill me?” ‘Those damn forearms of yours are what’s killing me…’

His surprised expression morphs into a smile. “Skinner said it’s okay if I used the gym for practice in the winter. What are you still doing here?”

“Uh... I was hanging turkeys … and I noticed the light on … and I thought that I had left them on after my lesson … and yeah…” ‘Stop rambling, you idiot!’

Now he’s grinning even wider and I can tell he’s going to tease me mercilessly. In my head, I start a list of ‘10 things I hate about you.’

“Didn’t know you hang your own turkey for Thanksgiving dinner, Scully, that’s pretty badass of you!” ‘I want to smack that smirk off your pretty face right now, how’s that for badass?’

I roll my eyes at him and he has the audacity to look incredibly pleased with himself. “Have you ever shot a three-pointer, Scully?” ‘What now?’ I take a moment to contemplate what to say next.

“No. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m only a few inches taller than a yardstick, so I guess I have found more necessary things to do with my time than fail at basketball.”

He jerks his head holding up the basketball. “Get over here, Scully.” The tone in his voice makes my skin tingle.

I’m almost 100 percent sure he thinks I won’t do it, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of backing out now, so instead of shooting him down, I walk down the stairs slowly until I’m standing in front of him. I have to tip my head pretty far back to give him a blank look and the eyebrow and smack the basketball out of his hand, sending it bouncing on the floor a few times. Now it’s my turn to smirk at his surprised expression.

Laughing, he goes to pick up the ball and I think of other things I’d like to smack as I get a good look at his backside when he bends down. “Alright sassy lady, you stand here and I’ll try to get around you to the hoop. You need to block me and take the ball from me, okay?”

We move into position and he dribbles the ball a few times. “Okay. Just don’t body-check me!” ‘Oh yes please, body-check me. Tackle me. Wrestle me down to the ground.’

“Body-checking’s for hockey, Scully, so don’t worry!” He moves suddenly, to pass on my right side and I follow, trying to get the ball out from under his hand but he turns and twirls around me and in three long strides, he’s jumping up to the hoop, sinking the ball into it with a satisfying swoosh. Color me impressed.

“You want to try?”

“There was some talk about shooting three-pointers, I think I’ll stick to that for now. Where do I start, here?”

“No, that’s the free throw line. Back there’s the three-point line. Now don’t be nervous, I know for a fact that you can take a shot. Or three…” He looks so pleased with himself at the hint, but it only makes me flash back to Halloween night. Steve. Easy lay.

Shaking the thought from my head, I take the ball he offers to me and bounce it a few times.

‘Oy that’s pretty far away from the hoop, crap. Too late to back out now, Dana.’

I move to stand at the indicated line, holding the ball between my hands and concentrating hard on the hoop, I throw it. The ball sails forward in a pathetically low arc, missing the hoop for miles. If he laughs now, I swear to God, I’ll hang his ass from the backboard.

Thankfully for him, though, he bites back the teasing and instead, moves around me to stand against my back. The hairs at the back of my neck stand up at his proximity. “Come on, I’ll show you.” Reaching his arms around me, his front pressed against my back, he holds the ball in front of my face. ‘He’s too close, damn it! Houston, I have a problem!’

He nudges my foot outward and forward a little with his and I can feel his warm breath on my neck. “Legs shoulder width apart.” Next, he takes my wrist, raising my arm to 90 degrees and places my hand underneath the ball. “Spread your fingers and rest the ball on your palm. Only touch it with your fingertips.” I swallow hard around a lump in my throat, nodding. ‘Mayday, mayday!’

My left hand is placed on the side of the ball. “Don’t grip the ball with your left hand. Now you need to bend your knees and jump.” I start to hyperventilate when it dawns on me where exactly my ass will be pressed against when I bend my knees. But his hands leave mine as he steps back and the loss of warmth on my back makes me shiver.

I jump and make my shot and while it’s infinitesimally better than my first shot, I still miss. I groan in frustration, I hate being bad at something.

“I’m just too short, damn it!” ‘If I start to cry now, I’ll hang myself from that backboard.’ Now I’m not only agitated and nervous, now I’m frustrated on top of it all.

He gets the ball back and hands it to me, a thoughtful look on his face and I wonder what he’s up to now. “Hmm… okay, let’s try something else.”

I almost jump out of my skin when his hands grab my waist just below my ribs. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Relax, Scully, I’m giving you height.” I’m feel lightheaded. “Okay, on three you jump and make your shot. 1, 2, 3!” I follow his orders and he lifts me over his head as I shoot for the hoop, my heart going a mile a minute, a faint ringing in my ears.

This is all so perfect and romantic and sexy all at the same time.

No, wait.

It’s too perfect, too romantic, too sexy, too close, too much. too soon. too many unknowns. too scary.

When he lowers me down his front slowly, I stumble forward as I regain some footing under my feet, whipping around and breathing hard. I don’t even hear the swoosh of my money shot.

Only managing to choke out a strangled “I gotta go!” before ripping up the stairs, through the doorway, into the chilly November night.

Leaning my head back against the teacher’s bathroom door, my mind flashes back to the night on Halloween, bits of conversation reverberating in my head. “Not relationship material. Hot teacher. Catholic girl. Golden Retriever. Easy lay.”

I go back in history to all the times I’ve found myself curled into a ball on the floor of my bathroom, my living room, my kitchen, in my bed. Crying so hard that no sounds left my mouth, all the pain in my chest making it hard to breathe.

I knock my head backwards into the door once, frustrated.

I’m just too broken. Damaged goods.

I wait for what feels like hours but is probably just a few minutes before turning off the lights and heading home.

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[ FM ]

‘Shit. You overstepped. You made her feel uncomfortable. Unsafe.’ I want to slap my stupid-ass self as I watch the doors close after her. ‘It seemed like she was having fun, what happened? Should I go after her? Does she want me to?’ After a long while I put the basketball where it belongs, turn off the lights and leave the gym in search for her. I have no idea where to look and if she even wants to be found, but the thought of me causing her pain sends me running through the dark school anyway. I stop to listen for sounds several times, but everything’s deadly quiet. I can’t find her.

Shit.

#xf #the x files #xf fanfic #msr #felix felicis

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Discoveries

After many years of being friends Boomer and Callahan had finally decided to meet up in real life! They were currently sat on the couch playing Mario kart! It was a very intense battle boomer yelling everytime calla hit him with a banana and calla smiling widely every time! Suddenly boomer elbowed calla in the side lightly in a an attempt to throw him off but what boomer didn’t expect was a squeak! Upon hearing the squeak boomer paused the game and quickly turned to calla

“Yo dawg you good? I didn’t hurt you or something did I?” Calla blushed softly as he quickly shook his head no,boomer titled his head as he curiously and softly prodded at Callahan’s side… his eyes widened and now boomer smiled widely upon hearing another squeak and this time a giggle as well “oh calla don’t tell me? Are you ticklish homie?” Calla’s eyes widened as he tried to debate what to do… on one hand he didn’t mind if boomer tickled him but on the other hand he would be exposing his voice a lot and it was kinda embarrassing to just allow someone to tickle him… after a few moments he pouted softly still in thought on what to do

Boomer gently laid a hand on Callahan’s shoulder “dude it’s okay if you are and if you don’t wanna do anything okay? It’s up to you” Calla flinched slightly at first but then calmed down and nodded softly before signaling that it’s okay for boomer to tickle him… boomer smiled softly “uhm so anywhere to stay away from?” Calla paused in thought before quickly signing for boomer to stay away from his feet, boomer nods “Got it got it no feet stuff so rough or soft big dawg?”

Calla thinks for a moment before signing “both are okay maybe start soft though please” boomer nods smiling softly “alright then so how do you wanna do this?” Callahan shrugs unsure what would be the best and least awkward way to do this, boomer shrugs as well unsure what to do and then Callahan jesters to boomer’s lap and boomer is confused at first but then realizes and nods smiling softly “yea yea sure that’s fine big dawg” Callahan smiles shyly as he lays on boomer’s lap

Boomer says “soo can you raise your arms for me?” Callahan attempts to raise his arms but squeaks as he tries to and shakes his head no smiling as he does so boomer snickers “well how I am I gonna tickle you if you can’t raise your arms doofus?” Callahan shrugs as he already feels giggles bubbling up… boomer grins “Well I guess that means I should just go ahead and go right here!” He gently pokes at Callahan’s stomach a few times… Callahan squeaks which each poke his body jerking and he fights to keep his arms from instinctively covering his stomach

“EEK EEK”

Boomer smiles at the squeaks “Dang you mad ticklish aren’t you homie?” Calla blushes light pink as he shakes his head in denial causing boomer to laugh “oh come on you’re literally squeaking like a dog toy and I’m barely poking you” Callahan blushes more and boomer is quick to notice “awwe homie embarrassed at behind called a squeaky toy? It’s cute big dawg” Calla whines as he signs “no it’s not” Boomer shakes his head “it very much is cute! I guess I’ll just have to tickle you til you agree!” Calla flinched softly boomer’s words as he blushed more and more, boomer smiles an says “can I hold your arms up or somethin? It would make this easier��

Calla nods and boomer gently takes both of Calla’s wrists into one of his hands and pulls his arms above his head… Calla squeaks again as he feels anticipatory giggles bubbling up… boomer squeezes Callahan’s side and is very surprised but the massive jump and squeal! He wasn’t prepared for that at all and blinked in surprise as Calla’s arms come shooting down “woah! Dude is this like one of those what are they called death spots?” Callahan held back giggles as he nodded shyly, boomer nodded “okay so is this an okay spot or no?” Calla nodded yes slightly excitedly at the question… he always felt confused about this spot because it’s probably one of his most, if not his most,ticklish spot and he really liked the spot because even though it was so ticklish still some types of tickles could be just a little relaxing but also he felt almost self conscious in a way about it because he knows it’s not a common place to have as death spot.. any current thoughts of that type are quickly forgotten though as boomer begins to speak

“Really kinda cute homie for you to have a death spot that’s hard to protect because I mean see right now sure your sides are protected but your tummy is wide open so I can-“ he begins scribbling on Callahan’s stomach making him yelp as he falls into frantic giggles and his arms quickly covered his stomach on instinct “AH hahahahahhahaha!” Boomer grins smugly “do that and now I can-“ he quickly scribbles and squeezes on calla’s sides and Calla loses it twisting back and forth as a squeal tears from his throat followed by hysteric laughter “EEEEEPPP AHAHHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!”

Boomer can’t help but tease and coo at calla slightly “you’re just so ticklish homie! It’s really cute honestly” Calla shook his head no rapidly through his laughter, his face so red it nearly couldn’t get any redder! “Your ears are even almost red!” Boomer softly scribbles a hand on Callahan’s ear and his other hand has paused the side tickles offering him a small break unsure of how much calla could take at once and not wanting to overwhelm him, boomer is surprised by the snort and soft giggles that follow soon after and he’s even more surprised at the gentle almost hum he seems to hear emit from Calla and his eyes being closed… Boomer nearly audibly awed at the site finding it so adorable and just being overwhelmed with joy that Calla trusted him so much

“This good Calla? You want me to keep it soft or pick it up again?” Through his blissful giggles and closed eyes he signed that this was fine for now but that he did want a little more rough before back to some soft to end everything, boomer nodded in understanding despite Calla not being able to see it “You got it homie just let me know when you wanna switch it up” Calla nodded softly happily allowing the gentle ear tickles to continue for a few minutes before signaling that boomer can switch back to rough…

Boomer nods “okay hmm wanna do a big finale then homie?” Calla nods shyly giving boomer permission for the finale and boomer smiles already having an idea in mind knowing how much this tactic works on him he’s fairly hopeful that it’ll work on Callahan as well! Boomer adjusts himself to sit on calla’s thighs and softly asks “Is it cool if I lift your shirt?” Calla is slightly hesitant and debates with himself for a few moments before nodding nervously and signing “just a little okay?” Boomer nods and gently pats calla’s shoulder in reassurance “of course bud”

He gently raised his shirt just enough to expose his belly button and a few inches above it “you want a safe word of somethin?” The mention of a safe word visibly makes calla calm down slightly realizing he should’ve probably set one much earlier but hey they’re both learning so it’s okay he quickly signs “red” boomer nods “but um if I can’t like see your signal just tap my head or some shiz okay?” Calla giggles softly at the joke nodding in understanding and playfully slaps boomers head just enough to sting a bit

Boomer yelps softly “Hey! Hey hey you ain’t gotta do it that rough now!” He rolls his eyes fondly as he says “alright you ready?” Calla nods smiling in anticipation and boomer smiles “Alright then let’s not make you wait any longer!” Boomer quickly got to work vibrating his thumbs into calla’s hips mixed with squeezes every now and then Calla yelped as fell into loud laughter his body bucking upwards before twisting and turning to instinctively try and escape the feeling! “AhAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA NHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA” boomers eyes widened slightly and then he smiled in satisfaction “dang homie you’re just one of those what do they call it? Walking death spots aren’t you?”

Calla blushes light red as he shakes his head in denial and boomer laughs “you’re a sassy son of a gun aren’t you?” Calla simply shrugged softly and boomer shook his head as he slows to a stop “alright big dawg I’m gonna go for the set up for the finale and then the big finale! And after that we can cuddle or somethin if you want it’s up to you” Calla giggled residually and gave boomer a small thumbs up, boomer smiled softly as he returned the thumbs up “alright let’s go! You ready?” Calla nods stomach already swarming with butterflies

Boomer adjusts himself slightly and begins to lower his head eyes glancing up to calla who nods softly and so boomer wastes no more time! He quickly leans down and blows the biggest raspberry he can on calla’s navel! Calla squeals as his back instinctively arches up causing boomer to giggle as he says “dang calla you really like it so much that you’re pushing into my mouth that’s kinda cute not gonna lie” Calla shakes his head as he giggles squeakily and signs “no it’s not”

Boomer shakes his head “ah but that’s where you’re wrong homie it is cute! I think I’ll just go ahead and do the big finale!” Calla’s eyes widened as he giggled in anticipation, and boomer’s smile widened at the sound and he waited a few moments before his hands landed on calla’s hips quickly making vibrating motions into them as his lips landed on calla’s side quickly blowing a raspberry before switching to the other side and continuously switching back and forth before nibbling softly!

Calla was stuck in silent laughter for a second before a hiccup escaped him followed by a small scream before more loyd laughter escaped him “….. *hic* AAAHNAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!” It was only a minute or so before calla quickly began tapping boomer’s head! Boomer quickly stopped and began rubbing calla’s sides in an attempt to soothe the residual giggles but what he didn’t expect was a squeak and for calla to push his hands away

He awed silently at the site and couldn’t help but coo slightly “I take it back man you’re not kinda cute you’re very cute” calla still giggled residually and signed “shut up” boomer held his hands up in surrender “I’m just saying I’m just saying” calla rolls his eyes softly as he waits for boomer to move off him, boomer quickly moves off him and adjusts hisself until he’s comfy and then opens his arms which calla shyly but gladly climbs into, he smiles more as he wraps his arms around calla and gently begins running his fingers up and down calla’s back

Calla squeaks softly as giggles begin pouring out, boomer’s eyebrow raises and he giggles softly as he says “man really here too?” Though relent boomer couldn’t speak seeing as his was also fairly sensitive…Calla shrugged softly through his giggles and boomer shakes his head softly “is this okay though? It’s not too much is it?” Calla shakes his head no and boomer sighs contently “good good” boomer closes his eyes in contentment before they pop open and his lips curl inward to hold back a squeak… amid the cuddles and giggles calla decided to lightly spider his fingers up and down boomer’s sides

“Calla w-what are you doing?” Calla signs “nothing just having a little fun” boomer shakes his head still holding back giggles “w-well can’t you find another way to have fun” calla grins a bit as he signs “I could but I’m quite enjoying this” boomer whines softly before a squeal escapes him as calla’s fingers found their way to his ribs

And so the rest of the day was spent with boomer’s laughter and giggles being heard and plenty more video games played and cuddles shared

The end

#ler!boomer #lee!callahan #my fics

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What About Trust, Chapter 11

TITLE: What About Trust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 11 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki owns a bookshop on Midgard. He had to do something there to try and avoid getting any attention. But he’s not fond of having customers, is rather grumpy and guarded. But then he meets a bright, bubbly and trusting young woman who doesn’t recognise him. To his dismay, he finds himself becoming rather fond of the mortal. RATING: M

‘My god, just how many records do you actually have?’ Loki asked in disbelief.

‘Uhm… I have no idea.’ Cleo said, she and Loki were sat on the floor amongst a sea of records.

Loki had come across a trunk full of them, then there were all the ones she had around her place too. So Loki surprised her by getting her a beautiful large wooden cabinet, all shelves the right height for her records. Now they were sorting through them all, into alphabetical order.

Cleo groaned and leaned back against the sofa.

‘Come on, darling. We aren’t even a quarter of the way through them yet.’ Loki said as he slid another pile towards her.

‘Seriously wish you’d just let me put them all in, sorting them into order is ridiculous. Not like I’ll keep them that way.’ She huffed.

Loki raised an eyebrow and glared at her. ‘You better keep it in order, or you’ll be in big trouble!’ He growled low.

Cleo responded by sticking her tongue out at him, making him chuckle as he shook his head.

They ended up ordering in pizza, as by dinner time they were still organising. They were more than halfway through when the food arrived. They sat down on the sofa next to one another to eat, with music playing of course. They had an extra, extra-large pizza to share. A half and half one, as they couldn’t decide on a topping together.

‘Hmm, not as good as your home-made pizza.’ Loki hummed after his first slice.

‘Glad to hear it.’ Cleo grinned. ‘It’s still awesome pizza though, but if you don’t want your half, I’m sure I can manage it…’

Loki shook his head quickly. ‘I never said it wasn’t awesome.’

Cleo laughed and made sure she picked up her own slice. Leaving Loki’s side well alone. But she found she couldn’t even finish all of hers, she groaned and put her hands over her stomach. Loki slid the pizza box fully onto his lap and chuckled.

‘Seems it will be me eating your slices now.’

‘Don’t you dare. That can be my breakfast tomorrow.’ Cleo said, though she could barely move as she felt so full.

‘For breakfast?’ Loki asked, repulsed at the thought.

‘Hell yeah. Have you never had cold pizza for breakfast?’ Cleo turned her head towards him.

‘Cold pizza for breakfast? That all just sounds utterly ridiculous.’ Loki scoffed.

‘Not at all. You seriously need to try cold pizza, it’s the best.’

Loki rolled his eyes, not believing her. But that evening once the records were all neatly in order, finally, he tried a bite of her leftover cold pizza and was pleasantly surprised. When he tried to sneak a few slices away with him, he had to endure a swift smack on the arm.

Giving in and opting for some chocolate instead, he went back to the living room with Cleo and when she went to sit down, he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap instead of letting her sit on the sofa next to him. She squealed in surprise when he caged her in his arms.

‘I feel like I should take you out on a date this weekend…’ Loki hummed as he slid a hand up into her hair.

Cleo grinned and leaned against his shoulder. ‘Yes, I think you most definitely should.’

‘Oh, you do, do you?’ Loki chuckled.

‘Hell yeah. I’m a classy bird, I need to be wined and dined.’

‘You are far from classy, love.’ He snorted. ‘Even I know that already.’

‘Well, that makes you just as not classy if you’re dating me.’ Cleo grumbled and poked his stomach, a little annoyed when it didn’t seem to affect him in any way.

‘Touche.’ Loki chuckled.

They ended up putting the TV on for a bit, just to watch something mindless while they snuggled. Though they ended up talking most of the time, anyway. There was a brief news bulletin about an incident that had happened in America, but The Avengers had saved the day.

Cleo scoffed.

‘What is it?’ Loki queried while he glided his fingers through her hair.

‘I dunno if I believe in all that crap. I mean, superheroes? Seriously?’

Loki frowned. ‘But they just saved hundreds of Americans.’

‘Yeah, exactly. They’ve never done anything here in the UK. We’ve never seen real proof that they exist, it could be a huge hoax. America trying to make out they have all these superheroes. Do you believe in it all?’ Cleo tilted her head back to look at Loki, who looked a little sheepish.

‘Well, yeah. I mean, why not? I’ve never thought to question it.’ He shrugged.

‘I tend to question things a lot. If I ever go to America and see them in the flesh for myself, then I will eat my hat.’

Loki chuckled and gave her middle a squeeze. ‘Better find a nice hat, then.’ He grinned, making her laugh.

‘Will you read to me for a while?’ Cleo asked him and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

He raised an eyebrow at her and hummed. ‘Why?’

‘I uhm, I really love to hear your voice.’ She blushed slightly, making Loki smile.

‘What do I get in return?’ He teased.

‘A warm bed for the night?’

‘I already have a warm bed at home.’

‘A warm bed and a hot girlfriend to snuggle up to?’ She tried.

‘Hmmm…’

‘Lots of kisses?’ She suggested and then started peppering kisses all over his face, making him laugh when she didn’t stop, getting all over his face.

‘Alright, alright. That’s good enough for me.’ Loki laughed and managed to grab her face in his large hands, but she managed to give him one last kiss on the lips, to his delight. He growled against her and moulded his lips against hers more firmly, moving them slowly together.

They ended up making out for a while, a little heavy petting too. Cleo squirmed on his lap when he copped a sneaky squeeze of her bum, making her giggle against his lips. They were both rather flustered and flushed when she snuggled into the crook of his neck again comfortably. He picked up a book that was within reach next to them and he began to read to her, calming himself down.

Loki was a man of his word. That weekend, he took Cleo out on a date.

She had no idea what the date was, since he kept her in the dark. All he told her was to wear something comfortable, but nice, and he would pick her up at six.

Loki was outside waiting for her at six and she was bang on time which made Loki smirk. ‘You’re excited.’ He commented as he slipped his arm around her and leaned down to kiss her.

‘I sure am. I love surprises!’ She said giddily as she linked her arm through his and they made their way down the road.

‘Well, we are going for something to eat first. But that’s not the surprise, the surprise is after.’ He couldn’t stop grinning as she looked at him curiously and began guessing.

‘Cinema?’

‘Nope.’

‘Star gazing?’

‘No, but nice idea. I’ll make a mental note.’ He grinned and bumped her with his hip.

‘Bowling?’

‘No way.’

‘Ice skating?’

‘Not a chance.’

She was about to open her mouth to make another guess, but Loki quickly covered her mouth with his hand. ‘No more guessing, just wait and see.’

Cleo licked his palm, but he just narrowed his eyes at her instead of removing his hand. She huffed when he did let her go and she said nothing as they continued walking to the restaurant Loki had booked them into.

‘Dancing?’ She said randomly when they were almost there.

He glared down at her. ‘You are so close to being in so much trouble. Stop. Guessing. You’ll find out soon enough.’ He said firmly, making her pout.

Cleo almost, almost, forgot that dinner wasn’t the main part of the night. It was so nice and romantic. The food was delicious, she had never been to that restaurant before. She wanted to order pudding, but Loki wouldn’t let her.

‘No time, darling. Next time, I promise.’ He was grinning from ear to ear as he took her hand and guided her outside to a taxi that was waiting.

She thought she would get to know where they were going before they set off, but the driver just started driving as soon as they got in. She glared at Loki, making him chuckle. He had pre organised it, of course.

But when they pulled up at their destination, her heart started racing in excitement. She looked at Loki, joy written all over her face.

‘Luke… Is this… seriously what I think it is? Do NOT mess with my heart!’

‘It is.’ He confirmed with a nod.

‘How? How did you get tickets? They sold out in seconds!’ She screeched excitedly as they got out of the taxi, Loki had to grab her hand as she tried to rush up towards the music venue.

‘I have my ways.’ He said cockily as he pulled the tickets out of his pocket when they reached the door.

When they got inside, Loki was blindsided by her launching at him and hugging him so tightly he thought she was going to squeeze the life out of him. He chuckled and buried his face into her hair as he hugged her back tightly.

‘Thank you, thank you. So much! I’ve always wanted to see him live.’ She beamed up at him.

‘You’re welcome, love.’ He grinned.

They rushed through to the stage, Loki managed to sweet talk his way for them both to get right to the front. Cleo was utterly amazed that everyone believed the bullshit Loki fed them to get them to move so they could get to the barrier.

‘What the hell… Normally if I want barrier I have to queue for hours!’ She said as she leaned on said barrier, bouncing up and down on her tiptoes excitedly.

‘Not with me you don’t.’ He purred into her ear as he moved behind her and held onto the barrier at either side of her, caging her in safely in his arms. He could see over the top of her head easily, and could rest his chin on top of her when he wanted. Making her laugh.

The support act was good, but Cleo couldn’t wait for the main show. Her heart was pounding in her chest as it usually did at the start of gigs.

The eruption of screams almost burst Loki’s ears, but he couldn’t stop smiling at how happy and excited Cleo was. She screamed just as loud as everyone else when Tom Walker walked out onto stage.

Loki enjoyed his music, after hearing his album with Cleo the other day. She had mentioned briefly about how gutted she was that his show was sold out so quickly. That’s what gave Loki the idea.

When the song ‘Just you and I’ came on, Loki slid his arm around Cleo’s middle then and kissed her cheek as they moved together slowly. He pressed his cheek against hers and she smiled, leaning into him more.

Cause you're the best thing, that ever happened to me

Cause my darling, you and I Could take over the world One step at a time Just you and I, Just you and I Cause you're the only one Who brings light just like the sun One step at a time Just you and I, Just you and I

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #what about trust #chapter 11 #fanficshiddles

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kueruzu · 3 years

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Guess who finally has the confidence to share the drabble they made based on the jumbled up Soul Eater divergence au they made up.

Me!

I do!

So this is a Soul Eater Canon Divergence drabble I did based on an au I randomly conjured up around Maka and Soul doing some “evil” shit.

Please note of something like this exists I had no idea of it!

Trigger/Content Warning:

This includes, Emotional Manipulation, Aggression, Chaining up/Imprisonment depicted (probably/assumably) incorrectly

There was no proof-reading either— Have f u n—

Here we go!

The cell floor hurt. Her legs hurt, again. The dripping water grated her nerves. The lack of things to pull her attention made her unfocused.

But she couldn't complain. She put herself there. She chose to do bad and for that long? It's a miracle Shinigami showed her mercy, even if she had been the one to outsmart his rules and get off without dying.

Was death that bad though? Compared to living in this dirty cell with her meals brought to her and someone coming in to make sure she exercised each day, death seemed like a nice release.

She looked up as the slider at the top of the door in front of her moved. Green eyes peered at her with pity before the door opened. She saw her chance immediately.

Were they dumb enough to send him of all people?

“Maka...”

Apparently so.

She began to struggle back as he approached, crocodile tears welling up.

“Go away! Go away!”

“Maka there’s no need fo-”

“You might as well have gagged me too! I never want to see you again! Go away!”

He kneeled in front of her, still a ways away for her comfort. Still ever the ‘caring’ father.

“You watched them... You let them lock me up...”

“Maka there was nothing I-”

No words or proper syllables came out, just a guttural scream in his face as the tears poured. He kept calm though, his expression was still soft. But she knew he’d crack. She just needed to hurt him more. Just a tad bit more.

“You watched them do it... You helped! You..! You..! You threw me away! You never lo-”

“Maka you know I love you-”

“LIAR!”

His composition began to crumble and internally she smirked. So close. So, so, so close.

“Maka, please...”

“No! You! Mama! Sid! All of you! You all loved it when I went off the deep end huh?! You were all waiting for it! You were so thrilled to get the waste of talent out the academ-”

“MAKA!”

Silence befell them again. Maka’s tears streamed down her cheek. Spirit watched her as tears welled in his eyes. Her head tilted down in shame as Spirit placed down the food he had brought. His hands lifted to cup soft cheeks as his thumbs brushed away the excess tears.

“Maka. I couldn't do anything. You... You did something unspeakable. You... It’s a miracle you weaseled your way out of being on his list... I know it doesn't seem like it but really, I do lo-”

“My arms hurt... Papa my arms hurt...”

In seconds he was leaning over, peppering soft kisses on her cheeks and atop her tears. She hiccuped and sobbed as he did, beginning to struggle in the restraints.

“Papa, Papa my arms hurt. Please, please they hurt a lot. Papa-”

Soon he was shushing her, trying to soothe her to the best of his ability without crossing lines. But she kept crying and struggling and she knew he was right at the edge of his rope. Soon he’d give in. But for now, she accepted the fake affections.

Mama, Sid, Stein, Him, even Shinigami-sama. She hadn’t been lying in her accusations. She knew they were true. She knew they all saw her as weak. She was nothing more than a burden for her team. They must have celebrated when she was gone. Kid, Star, those two must have been elated. She knew it. Deep down she could hear their voices so clearly, each hiding behind those fake words of praise. They either pitied her for being so unbelievably weak or wished she’d simply die in battle so they never had to see her again. All of them did, all of them still do.

Except him. Lord Death bless him, he never thought of her as weak. He saw her as a partner, an equal, his friend, his most prized and treasured person.

And soon she’ll find him again.

“I know it hurts. I know Maka... But soon you’ll get council with Lord Death or I. Then we can discuss the proper punishment. You just... Just need to stop trying to escape...”

She whined and he sighed.

“Just behave..? Please? It hurts. I know it hurts. But if you behave, your council won’t keep getting pushed back..!”

No response came from her. She could almost hear how he fell off the ledge.

“Maka? Maka? Sweetie? Please. Talk to me... I’m sorry..”

And just like that, she wrapped him around her little finger. Just a few more words and she’d be free from these chains.

“Papa...” she watched his face light up as she gently nuzzled against his warm palm, “Papa can you take them off? Can you take them off? The arm and leg cuffs. Please..?”

“Maka you-”

“Daddy please..?”

Like that, he was uncuffing her.

People are so easy with the right words.

Her arms fell to her sides and she shifted her legs. She smiled shakily, looking up at him and sniffling. Seconds after she was engulfed in a hug. Slowly, she hugged back, her arms snaking around his neck and returning the hug. Her head rested on his shoulder as she blabbered her apologies.

Not yet.

She pushed him away gently, trying to stand after the long hours of sitting with little movement. Shakily, she got to her feet, stretching and holding his hands for support. Giggles erupted from her and she looked up at him with a beaming smile.

A bit more.

He let her walk around him, fixing her balance all on her own. Soon enough she was hugging him again, burying her face in his chest. A solemn smile curled on his face when she looked up. He closed his eyes and hugged her against him.

Now.

She pulled away, Spirit still relaxed with their moment. She grabbed his wrists firmly, a quiet hum and escaping him in confusion before she pulled and kneed him in the crotch. With a yelp, he fell forward, the girl taking the opportunity to grab him in an unrelenting chokehold.

It took only a mere 50 seconds to knock him down, what with all his struggling and confusion. Plus, he wouldn’t dare hurt his ‘pride and joy’ of a daughter. She existed in his heart as his little ray of sunshine behind the clouds.

People are so easy with the right tricks.

His body was dropped to the ground with a decisive hum. She grabbed his ID card, the keys for her restraints, two pieces of gum to chew on, and snuck off, hoping to be able to use it in her endeavors.

She crept her way towards the door, peeking out to look through the hallways. Once deducting that the coast was clear she let herself out, silently finding her way to his cell. She popped a piece gum in her mouth as she did, much too happy to enjoy the treat.

They thought putting him far away would affect her soul perception? She could find him in a sea of doppelganger easier than an addict can find their next buzz. Soul was almost like her drug anyway.

After a few minutes of careful walking and dodging other faculty members, she found his cell. After looking through the slider to double-check that it indeed was him, she began to fiddle with the lock.

A few quiet curses slipped before she got it. Why was this whole place so easy?! It’ll like Shinigami-sama made it to cater for children!

The door opened and she hummed.

“Eat shit.”

“That’s no way to talk to me.”

His eyes shot up, widening with understandable confusion. Soon he couldn't deny who stood before him. Just as he realized it wasn’t some sick joke, she lunged.

She hugged him close, a hiss of pain the only response before he nuzzled his face against her hair. She took a deep breath in, enjoying the soft embrace.

When they pulled apart, reluctantly, of course, she began to uncuff him as well.

Soon enough, he was wrapping his arms around her and she was burying her face into his chest once more. Slender pianist fingers carded through blonde strands. Small and calloused hands gripped onto his sides like a lifeline.

“It’s only been like 18 days.”

“Three weeks.”

He nodded at her stern tone. She kept track of each day. Surely she wanted to escape right? Surely she wanted to get out right? Surely she wasn’t going to simply stay here till time ran out right?

“I missed you… Your hugs are warm.”

He chuckled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Hmm? Then I’ll have to give you more.”

A simple nod, “yes please.”

They both giggled, sighing and laying against each other before Maka stood, trying to get him to stand as well.

Footsteps came before she could.

The door slammed open and she yelped, falling against him instinctively. His arms wrapped around her, holding her to his chest protectively.

“Maka Albarn!”

Sid.

“Wait no!”

Papa?

“She’s good I swear!”

Sod stood in the doorway, managing a menacing glare at the two. While Soul glared back just as angrily, Maka held him like a vice. Actual tears welled up this time. She was so close to some sort of escape! Yet she ruined it with her sentimentality for him. She should have just took off the restraints and had him transform. It wouldn’t have taken so long and she’d probably cover more ground with a big fuckin scythe opposed to just sitting there like a dumbass.

“Sid stop it! She’s not all bad I swear!”

“She knocked you out!”

“We made a deal!”

Sid begrudgingly dropped his glare and stepped back. Spirit walked ahead of him, stopping in front of Maka.

“He-”

“I-I’m sorry. Don’t lock me away again. Please don't lock me away again.”

He sighed, crouching down in front of her. Vague memories of five-year-old her looking up at her cool Papa came to mind before she squashed them.

“I can’t say we won’t. But-”

“You hate me! You really hate me! You want to throw me away into a cell so you never have to see me again!”

“Maka no! I-”

“You’re gonna let him lock me away again! You’re gonna let him lock Soul away again! I bet you told Kid and BlackStar we would be fine! You lied to them too huh?! I-”

“Let him speak!” roared through the cell, abruptly shutting up Maka’s cries and Spirit’s sputters. After Sid’s demand, Spirit fixed his tie and opened his arms for her.

“We can sort this out, Maka. I know you wouldn't have done something like that. You’re your mother’s daughter. You grew up in Death City. You understand why Shibusen is so important. Please, let me help you.”

The room was quiet save for the dripping of water that wasn’t too far off due to a faulty pipe.

Maka glanced at Soul who only motioned with his head for her to move. She tentatively squeezed Soul’s hand before moving away to wrap her arms around Spirit’s neck again. He closed his arms around her torso, hugging her close and standing up straight. He turned to face Sid, smiling and humming as she latched to him. A smug look was thrown at the zombie and Sid sighed.

Spirit’s pained yelp pulled Sod from his relaxation. Maka jumped out his hands as Spirit crumbled. Soul, fixing himself back into position as Maka landed, shot a glare at Sid. Maka darted for the door, hoping to squeeze past him in his momentary shock but she should have known getting past an assassin would be no easy task on her own.

Her arms were grabbed and she was pinned before she could get ahold of what was happening. She squirmed and kicked, screeching about him putting too much pressure and hurting her. He retorted that the only reason she hurt was her own resistance. It didn't stop completely but she calmed.

Soul stood, about to attack Sid when Maka shot him a glare from against the wall. His body stiffened and he bit back the angered insult he was about to throw.

“Spirit this is the fifth time! If she’s so good, why is she so annoying! I wasn't the type of guy to give up but really! Don’t you think this is eno-”

With a hiss, Spirit got to his feet. But he fell over just as quickly. He shook his head, “She’s just-”

“Rebelling? Angry? A teenager? Misguided? Trust me I've heard them all. I've said them all. Spirit I'm taking her to the tighter cells. She already had the same treatment Medusa had but clearly-”

Her scream came out broken and shaken. Granted, that's exactly what she wanted, “Papa!”

Sid pitied the poor man. His daughter could manipulate him easier than Medusa did Crona and he couldn't see it. Love is blind and that doesn't stop when it’s familial.

Spirit ripped his pant leg, tying it around his wound. Soon he began to protest, began to sputter out some retort to make it so Maka wouldn’t be hurt. But both knew how this ended. All four knew despite two struggling against it and two keeping their tongues tied.

“A-Arachne had that moral manipulator, right? Sh-she must have done something to Maka to make her act like this..! Maka... Maka would never!”

Soul rolled his eyes in the background and Sid sighed.

“Spirit. You can’t prove that. Besides. Even if she did, Maka still did those things...”

Spirit sighed dejectedly, sitting down and nodded.

“Ain’t she your daughter? You’re really gonna abandon her like that. You are one messed up geezer-“

“Mr. Eater.”

The shark-toothed weapon looked up with disdain upon hearing his name but his words ceased.

“You’re to be dealt with ne-“

“Soul didn’t do anything!”

And like that, the room was silent for a moment. At least, till she began sputtering just like her father had earlier.

“I-I used the machine on him! H-he didn’t want to follow along with my plans! S-so I manipulated his morals to-“

Soul stepped forward, only stopped by Spirit’s outstretched hand. Maka kept going, looking at her father with some sort of appreciation even if it was small.

“I manipulated his morals to align with mine! A-along with his loyalty and trust! I did it! Please don’t-“

“The hell is wrong with you? Stop lying!”

She twisted and struggled to try and lock eyes with Sid. To an extent she was successful but now the cold stone pressed against her cheek. She whined, her eyes pleading as she continued.

“S-see! With the manipulation his loyalty only amplified! I did everything! I did it all of my own accord and dragged him along!”

“Maka shut up!”

“I take responsibility as the Meister!”

And yet again, silence fell upon them. Spirit hung his head and Sid nodded. Soul gawked. He was the first to break the silence.

“Y-you don’t believe her right..?! I-I’d follow her to the ends of the earth to keep her safe! I did that before! Come on,” he stepped forward, grabbing at Spirit’s suit sleeve, tugging it harshly, “You gotta believe me. If she’s getting put in some sort of solitary confinement then-”

Sid began to lead her out. Spirit kept his head low. Soul tried running after him but Spirit’s hand wrapped around his wrist was firm.

The last thing she heard before being taken away was Soul’s screams. They weren't painful. At least, not in the absolute physical sense. But they were pained. Both knew this was the end of their partnership. Neither accepted it easily. Yet everyone seemed to think it was for the best.

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Am I undeserving?

Lucas is usually confident in himself and in his relationship with you. Today though is different and he is doubting himself. Lucky for him he has you to help make him feel better.

Part of the long term couples series

When your boyfriend had arrived at your place you were instantly on high alert when he found you. Normally when Lucas came over, he swung your door open, called out for you in his deep booming voice, and then would find you wherever you were and would wrap you up in a hug and cover you in kisses. He would then proceed to ask you questions about your day and tell you about his. His smile would be wide and showing all his teeth the whole time and he would laugh often.

Today though was different when he had found you outside working on your garden, he didn’t make a sound as he approached you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and buried his face in your neck. You placed your hands over his and gave them a squeeze, but he didn’t move or say anything to you. After a few moments he pulled his face out of your neck and gave your cheek a quick kiss before pulling away from you and allowing you to turn around and face him.

Before even meeting Lucas’s face, you could tell that he had a bad day just by the way he was holding himself. His shoulders were slumped, hands shoved into the front of his jeans, and as you looked up at him his head was hanging down. When you met his eyes, you could see the joy that usually filled them wasn’t there. They looked dull and like he was close to crying.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper as you reach out and cup his face between your hands and bend down to get into his line of sight.

“Just a bad day at practice and some other things,” he mumbles still avoiding your eyes. You want to push but know that right now Lucas is not going to tell you anything. Instead, you move into his space and wrap your arms around his waist.

Lucas wraps his arms around you and lets out a deep sigh. You turn your head and kiss his chest before looking up at him and giving him a gentle smile. Lucas returns it’s and bends down to connect his lips to yours. At first it starts off as just a press of his lips to yours but then Lucas pulls you in closer to him and deepens the kiss. You feel like Lucas is trying to pour all of his feelings for you into this kiss and it leaves you breathless and a little bit concerned. When you two pull apart Lucas is watching you closely like he’s waiting for something to happen.

“I love you, you know, that right? That I love you more than I have ever loved anyone else,” Lucas stresses as he searches your face, waiting for your answer.

“Of course, I know that. Why are you suddenly worried about me knowing how much you love me?” You question him.

“No reason,” Lucas drops his hold from you and starts to walk away form you. You reach out for his hand with both of yours stopping him from leaving. He looks down at your hands then back up at you.

“Tell me what’s bothering you please. You can tell me anything you know.” You give his large hand a squeeze waiting, hoping that he’ll tell you what is going on with him today.

“I know. I’m going to shower before dinner,” with that Lucas pulls his hand out of yours and walks back into the house.

You watch him go and debate if you should follow him and push some more. You also consider calling one of his members to ask what had happened today. But you don’t want to do that and make Lucas think that you are going behind his back. You see the light in your bathroom go on and stand in your backyard for a few more minutes watching the light in your bathroom like it’s going to give you the answer to your questions.

Walking back into your place you get started on dinner. You turn on some soft music and light a candle hoping that the calming atmosphere will relax Lucas and maybe put him in a better mood. As your cooking you can hear the shower running. Lucas always liked to take long showers but this one is getting to be longer than normal. Your about to go and check on him when you hear the water shut off. You glance down the hallway towards your bathroom waiting for the bathroom door to open and to see Lucas coming out to go change in your room.

When he doesn’t come out you head down the hallway to go check on him. As your about to reach the door Lucas comes out running a towel through his hair and almost runs right into you. You try to back up but start to lose your balance. Lucas reaches out for you grabbing your arm and pulling you in close to him.

“Whoa careful there,” Lucas chuckles but it’s fake and it looks like he has been crying.

“Sorry I was just coming to check on you and to let you know that dinner was ready.” You tell him. You’re about to ask him if he was crying when Lucas turns you back towards the kitchen.

“Let’s go eat then. I’m starving.” He tells you as he gently pushes you forward. You feel his heat behind you as you make your way into the kitchen. As you plate the food you feel his eyes on you tracking all of your movements. Normally Lucas watching you like that would make you blush or cause you to flirt at him. Instead, you feel more like he’s studying you instead of enjoying your presence.

“Y/n,” Lucas calls out to you as you finish plating your food. You hmm letting Lucas know that you are listening. “do you think I’m undeserving of everything I have?”

You pause in what you are doing and give your full attention to the man sitting at your kitchen table. He turned to fully face you and watching you with serious eyes. Any other time that Lucas would have asked you that question you would have made a joke, but something happened today to make him think that he doesn’t deserve what he has.

“You are not undeserving of what you have why would you even think that?” You demand. You try to keep your voice calm and even but know that part of your anger has come out.

“Just,” Lucas looks down then back up at you, “some people were making comments on how I’m only in the group because of my looks. That I have always used my looks to get me what I want. They even said that’s the only reason I have you.”

Completely forgetting about the food that is next to you, you rush over to Lucas and sit in his lap. With a leg on either side of him you trap him. You then place both of your hands on either side of his neck and tilt his head up towards yours.

“I want you to listen to me Lucas,” you give him a little shake, “you deserve everything that you have. Yes, your looks got you in but that isn’t what has kept you here. If you didn’t have talent, they wouldn’t have kept you in the group or had you joined another.”

Lucas looks like he is about to say something, but you cover his mouth with your hand and continue on.

“Also, I am not with you because of your looks. I’m not going to lie your good looks are what caught my attention. I would have to be an idiot to not be affected by you. But it was your caring personality and your laugh that made me stay. It’s the way that you make me feel like I am the only person in a room that’s what made me fall in love with you. It’s you that I love not your looks.”

Lucas pulls down your hand and gives you a soft smile before kissing the tips of your fingers. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close to him. His one hand finds it’s way up your back and into your hair. While the other rest on the small of your back. Lucas tugs you forwards and gives you a quick kiss.

“Sorry for being so moody earlier. I just didn’t know what to say and I wanted to talk to you about it I just didn’t know how.”

“Next time don’t keep it all bottled up. Just talk to me about it okay. Especially if it’s ever about my feelings for you. Trust me I know how I feel about you and have no problem telling you how I feel.”

“I will I guess I was just feeling unworthy today. I didn’t have a good day at practice and was frustrated from that. Then I went on social media and saw the post about me, and it just made things worse. I know that in some ways I had it easier than others. But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t work for this or that I don’t want it.”

“Don’t let people like that get to you,” you firmly tell him, “you know what you did to get here and so do your members and the people who matter. Let everyone else talk. You just need to remember that you deserve this.”

Lucas smiled at you and let’s out a laugh at your firmness. You ignore him and get off his lap to go get your food. When you return Lucas pulls you down onto his lap. He kisses your shoulder before scooping up some food and bringing it up to your lips. You scoff but take a bite of the food. Lucas scoops up some more and this time eat it himself.

“Lucas,” you peer over your shoulder at him. Lucas looks up at you and gives you his closed mouth smile, “I love you. Just so you know.”

“I love you to Y/n,” Lucas leans forwards to get some more food and continues to feed you then him. You can tell that he is still a little worried about what those people on social media said about him but he’s much more relaxed and is laughing and talking to you again. And for now, that is enough and you know that if it really starts to bother him he’ll talk to right about it.

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