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goldengleams · 7 months

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🫧 Can you write #15 with Quinn Hughes? Thank you!! :)

the proposal - q. hughes

A/N: Once again, college has been so busy that I haven’t had any time to post 😭 Hope you enjoy this, it’s more of a real imagine than a blurb to make up for the long wait! Love you guys :))

You woke up to the summer breeze rustling through your curtains. Your afternoon nap had replenished your energy from your morning out on the boat with Quinn. You had arrived at Quinn and Jack’s lake house just a few days earlier, and Jack had arrived last night. Now, you were waiting on Luke to get in this evening to round out your little group.

You stretched out to find the bed empty, but your hand brushed a piece of paper on Quinn’s side of the bed. To Y/N, it said. You blearily picked it up and read the message inside.

Pick you up for dinner at 6. Dress fancy :)

Love,

Quinn

You giggled at the note, at how adorable it was. You and Quinn were literally staying at the same house but his little plan made you smile. This summer would mark the fourth year that you and Quinn had been together and the first since you two had moved in together. You couldn’t imagine doing life without him anymore.

You picked out a light green slip dress from your closet, one of Quinn’s favorites on you. With the two hours you had left, you put on some makeup and did your hair. You loved that Quinn always made spending time with you a priority in your relationship, even when you had gone on just about every date imaginable.

You walked downstairs at 5:45, not sure what to expect. Jack was sitting at the kitchen counter, scrolling on his phone. He looked up immediately when he heard your heels clicking on the floor, grinning at you like a five year old with a secret.

“Why are you smiling at me like that, Jack?” You chuckled, a little suspicious.

“No reason!” Jack said quickly. “But Quinn will be here soon, he just texted me.”

You nodded and pulled out your phone to check. Quinn had also sent you a message that you had missed.

From: quinn❤️

On my way, see you in a few

You said goodbye to Jack and went to wait outside for Quinn. Before you left for Michigan, you had gotten your nails done and made sure to pack some of your favorite outfits just in case a special night like tonight happened. You raised your left hand and your various rings shone in the light, but your ring finger still remained bare. You let out a sigh, trying not to get your hopes up in case tonight wasn’t the night. After four years together, you knew Quinn was the one, you just had to wait for the big moment now.

Quinn pulling up drew you from your thoughts a few moments later. He honked the horn of the beautiful cream colored vintage convertible he had rented for the night. He hopped out and came to walk you to the car, giving you a quick kiss.

“There’s my gorgeous date for the night,” he said proudly. His comment made your cheeks heat up and you marveled at the way he could still make you blush, even after knowing him for years.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, especially in this fancy car,” you said as he opened your car door for you. Quinn had always been a gentleman to you, it was one of the things you loved most about him. He never failed to make you feel special.

“So, where does this mystery date take place, Captain Hughes?”

Quinn just shook his head as he drove. His hair was blowing softly in the breeze and the summer sun highlighted his features beautifully. You were so gone for this man.

“Can’t spoil the surprise just yet, babe.”

Twenty minutes later, Quinn pulled up to a small restaurant right on the lake. He led you inside and the hostess quickly brought you to a table in a small gazebo, right near the water.

Quinn quickly pulled out your chair for you to sit in and you giggled at his actions. He had always been chivalrous, opening doors for you, pulling out your seat. It was something you had never experienced from guys before Quinn and now you hoped you’d never have to live without it.

You reached for his hand across the table once he sat down, yearning for his touch. His hand found yours and he smiled.

“Hi babe,” he said quietly. It was only the two of you for a good twenty feet, so you couldn’t hear anyone else’s conversations, and you doubt they could hear yours, but leave it to your Quinn to still be soft spoken and sweet.

“Hi Quinny,” you said shyly. “Can’t believe you got a spot here for dinner.”

Quinn knew this restaurant was one of your favorites. It was the place three years ago where he asked you to be his girlfriend. You had an inkling that he had an important question for you tonight.

“Yeah, just wanted to bring you back to where it all started,” he said. “Remember when I asked you do be my girlfriend? I was so nervous that day.”

You could tell he was nervous again and almost started to tease him about, but a waiter came up before you could ask. The meal got underway and you didn’t get to bring it up again. The two of you talked about anything and everything, just like you always did.

Quinn had checked his phone a few times during dinner, typing away on his screen before returning to the conversation.

“Something important on there, babe?” You asked.

“Uh, just some texts about hockey stuff,” he smiled back nervously. You knew he was always busy with captain duties, but you had a feeling that he wasn’t actually texting anyone about hockey. Regardless, you nodded and finished your dinner, which was absolutely delicious as always.

The sun had started to paint the sky hues of pink and purple and you smiled at the beautiful view of the sunset over the lake. This could be the night that you become Quinn’s fiancée. The thoughts swarmed your mind and sent tears to your eyes. You loved Quinn so much, you just didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Y/N?” Quinn drew you from your thoughts.

“Hmm?” You tried not to act like you were totally distracted, but it wasn’t easy. Quinn titled his head like a confused puppy.

“You alright? You looked sad,” he said.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about us,” you said, smiling at him. “I’m the luckiest girl ever.”

“Well, I’m the luckiest guy ever.”

You could tell Quinn got a little startled at your words and how close you were to tears. He thought you had figured him out. He ate the last few bites on his plate as you did the same, and asked if you wanted to go down by the restaurant’s dock with him.

“Sure, but can I run to the bathroom first?” You asked, and he stood up quickly to pull your chair out for you so you could go inside.

“Uh, sure! I mean, yeah, of course, I will just wait here,” he said, tripping over his words.

He watched as you started to walk away from the gazebo and towards the main building and he hastily pulled out his phone. Clicking Jack’s number, he prayed his younger brother would answer in time.

“Yo,” Jack answered.

“Get back in the car or hide or something! She’s coming into the restaurant right now!”

Quinn heard a few curses and some bottles clinking as he assumed Jack and Luke were trying to get up from the bar or a table and get out of the restaurant.

“She’s going in the door near the ramp, so don’t go that way or she’ll see you.”

“We’re not, we’re outside on the patio,” Jack snapped. “You’re bossy when you’re nervous.”

Quinn rolled his eyes. He could make out two tall figures over on the patio deck who were waving at him. Jack had gone to pick Luke up from the airport and they both made their way to the restaurant, along with a photographer, to see their brother propose.

“I’m not nervous, I’m just,” but Quinn didn’t have an answer. Truthfully, he was nervous. He knew he had waited quite a while to propose, not ever doubting your relationship, but just waiting for the right moment. Quinn knew there were plenty of moments in Vancouver where he could’ve pulled out the ring he had picked out for you last year, but none of them seemed right. He wanted to propose to you at the spot where you became his girlfriend, with the beautiful lake and sunset in the background.

“Yeah, exactly,” Jack and Luke chuckled. “We’ve got the photographer waiting, she’s also excited. You got this, okay? She’s gonna say yes, she loves you, Quinn.”

Jack’s words calmed him down a little, and before he knew it, you were walking out of the restaurant. He quickly dropped the call and watched your dress shine in the evening sun. He couldn’t believe you would be his fiancée tonight.

Quinn stood to greet you, reaching for your hand, which you accepted.

“Look at how sweet they are, Quinn,” You passed by a few tables with some older couples, and your heart swelled in your chest. You hoped that would be you and Quinn someday.

Quinn just squeezed your hand, not able to say anything due to the lump in his throat.

“I hope that will be us someday, coming to the lake house and spending summers together.”

Quinn nodded and led you up the ramp, letting you go first so he could locate the photographer who gave him a small wave and thumbs up to indicate she was ready.

“Oh my god, Quinn, look at the sunset!” You walked to the edge of the dock, gazing out into the sky. You were so enamored that you didn’t realize that there were fairy lights adorning the wooden posts on the dock, which weren’t usually there. They twinkled in the waning light, and Quinn wished he was able to see how they lit up your face.

He kept a little distance between the two of you, standing to the side, just like him and the photographer had practiced the day before. Quinn reached into his pocket to grab the little velvet box. He quietly knelt down to your left side as you turned to the right and waited for his moment.

“Oh shoot, I think I left my phone at the table so I can’t take a-,” you said, turning to your left where you had felt Quinn’s presence. Unsurprisingly, he was there, since you could always tell where he was, but shockingly, he was down on one knee, staring at you.

“Quinn,” you said breathlessly, your hand coming to cover your gaping mouth.

“Y/N, I knew from the moment I met you that it was love at first sight. I knew that you were special, and that I would be lucky enough just to be your friend and have you in my life,” he said shakily. “I never thought a girl as beautiful and intelligent and perfect as you would ever walk into my life, but I’ve been so lucky to call you mine ever since.”

You couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes at this point. You had hoped for this moment for years, and there was no stopping the emotions now.

“I’m so grateful that you support me in my dreams and my job and I’m the proudest guy on the ice every time I know you’re up in the stands cheering me on. I could’ve never made it to where I am without you in my life, and I hope you know how much you mean to me,” Quinn said, getting choked up. “You complete my family, my life, and myself in a way that I didn’t think was possible, and I don’t ever want to do life without you.”

“I know I waited a long time to ask you this question, but I hope you know I just wanted everything to be perfect. And I thought asking you here, where it all began, was as perfect as it gets,” he said, opening the small box in his hands.

“Y/N L/N, will you marry me?” Quinn could barely get the words out of his mouth before you were nodding enthusiastically, your whole body shaking.

“Yes, Quinn, yes,” you said urgently. He chuckled nervously and placed the beautiful ring on your left ring finger. You had never put on a piece of jewelry that felt more right.

You pulled Quinn up to kiss him, and finally registered the clicks of the camera and the cheers coming from the restaurant, led by a pair of brothers you knew all too well.

“I knew you were planning something,” you giggled against his lips. “I love you so much Quinn.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Can’t wait to call you Mrs. Hughes someday.”

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A/N: After seeing Jack and his gf this weekend, we all need some Quinn and Luke to heal😭😭😭 Hope you enjoyed this!!

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Growing Pains | c. berzatto x reader

A broken promise between friends hangs heavy in the Chicago air. He was haunted by a loss, seeking refuge in the city he never considered home. She was a wisp of stardust who finds herself back in the city she always considered home. A rent-dispute sets the stage for them to meet again, only to realize that dreams, both realized and abandoned, are so much brighter when you’re younger. (trauma, mentions of alcoholism, sexual harrassment, angst, some bad words…) A/N: This is entirely different from my other fics and I hope that you enjoy it. I really do.

MASTER LISTS TAGLIST “I want to become an artist,” That was what nine year old Carmen Bezatto told you when you asked him what his dream was. He was shy and kept to himself. You were different. You were magnetic and the boys in class all had a crush on you. The teachers loved you and the girls from the higher years doted on you.

“I want to become an actress or a singer,” you confessed, sitting beside him. The crayon that he was holding was blue and he set it down. “What are you drawing?”

“A car,” You peered over his shoulder.

“You’re really good Carmen,”

“Carmy,” he whispered, his heart beating fast. You look at him in confusion. “Call me Carmy,”

“Why do you want to become an artist?” you asked him. You were looking at the drawing of spaghetti and meatballs on his sketchpad. He drew it with a crayon.

“It’s what I’m good at,” he shrugged. “I’m not good with words but I’m good at this. Why do you wanna become an actress?”

“I want people to love me! I want to be so rich and buy my mom everything she needs. I want to star in movies. I can also cry on command. See?” you asked. He watches you clench your eyebrows and wobble your lip. Soon the first tear falls. He’s never been so mesmerized by another person before.

“Carmy,”

“Hm?”

“Let’s promise to achieve our dreams and revisit this place after we’ve done it,” you said, sticking out your pinky for him. He beams at you, the rare smiles he gives and intertwines his pinky with you.

“I promise,”

You two made unlikely friends. Carmy was still on the sidelines when he reached high school while you were still in the spotlight. You joined theater. Carmy was sure there were some who still harbored feelings for you. Who wouldn’t? You were the same magnetic, charismatic, charming girl he knew from childhood. Everyone was so sure that you’re on your path to become an actress.

“Carmy!” He turns around and sees you rushing towards him with a smile on your face. You loop your arm with his and walk to the next class together. “You didn’t wait for me,”

“Sorry,” he chuckles lightly, seeing you pout. “You were just talking to some guys and I didn’t want to just stand there,”

“Sorry,”

“It’s okay,” he looks at you.

“I saw you talking to Claire,” you teased. He told you once that he had a crush on her. “What did you guys talk about?”

“She just asked me about homework,” he says looking away.

“You’re so cute, Carmy!” you gushed, pinching his cheek with your free hand. He blushes harder. He should be used to such remarks by now.

“Let’s just go to class,”

“Wait, hold that pose,” he says. School ended and he found you sleeping at the library. He decided to sit in front of you until you woke up. The sun was already setting and it seeped through the windows of the library.

“Huh?” you asked. You were craning your neck to the side to stretch it.

“Hold that pose. I’m sketching,” You look at the paper and the pencil in front of him. “I’m trying to draw different angles,”

“Alright,” you replied. You stayed like that until Carmy says that it’s alright. You watched him draw more details and add more shadows. “You’re really good…but why do I have a mustache?”

“It’s called hatching,” he chuckled. “But it looks like a mustache,” He erases some shades and shows you his sketch. “I know it’s not good…”

“It’s good!” You snatch the piece of paper from him and hold up the portrait beside you. “See? Looks exactly like me,”

“Your nose is crooked,”

“Carmy!” you pouted. He laughed, his curls falling down his face as he hid his smile from you. Your heart beats fast and you look at him. It was your first time actually taking him in. He is beautiful.

“Let’s go home?” he asked after laughing. He tries to take the drawing from you but you snatch it away.

“This is mine as a punishment for saying that my nose is crooked!” you told him, opening the folder that you were sleeping on. He tries to chase it but you keep it.

“I’ll give you a better one!”

“I like this,” you told him earnestly, keeping the folder in your backpack. “When you’re a really famous artist, I’ll sell it for a really expensive price! From Carmen Anthony Berzatto’s earlier work. Come on, Carmy! Let’s get out of here. You promised to walk me home today,” he heard you say. He stands up from his seat and waits for you. He takes your lunchbox for you as usual. Dede likes to cook your and Carmy’s lunches. She makes him bring your lunchbox home. Carmy thinks that she’s just making sure that you’ll still be his friend.

The walk home was usual, your and Carmy’s lunches on either hands, you trying to catch up on his steps no matter how much he tried to slow down. Carmy walks you home and you thank him, hugging him to the side before leaving. You watch him walk away from your window.

Looking back, you and Carmy had always been close. However, sometime in your senior year, you watched him pull himself away from you. It was quick. It felt like someone plucked a rib from you. It was painful. One day, he just decided not to talk to you as much. He doesn’t wait for you during theater practice anymore and he hasn’t been walking home with you. You’d always be walking home, alone. Carmy wasn’t there anymore.

“Carmy, can we talk?” you asked, running after him when he ignored you again. You look up at him with sad eyes and he just looks away.

“For what?”

“Oh, well—I just…” you stammered. You looked at his sweater instead of his face. “I just wanted to know if everything’s fine?”

“It is,” He shrugs you off like you didn’t matter.

“Oh,”

You nod to yourself, looking away. What else was there to say?

“Um, do you…do you want to walk together?” you asked.

“No,”

Your heart drops and you swallow thickly. He hears you whisper something that he doesn’t remember anymore. All he knew was that he felt like absolute shit. His mom has been drinking more, Mikey was pushing him away, Richie was giving him a hard time, and Sugar locked herself in her room most of the time. He hasn’t been thinking straight and his home environment was just so draining that he forgot to reserve some of his energy for you. You leave without waiting for him to reply. He watches you run away from him. He should’ve ran after you that afternoon.

The day after that, Carmy thought of seeking you out. He wanted to apologize for how he behaved the past couple of days. He wanted to tell you everything but you were nowhere to be seen.

You returned to school a week after that due to a family emergency. He lost his courage by then. The teachers were kind enough to give you extra credit and you aced them all because soon, you were getting acceptance letters from colleges. When you were younger, you and Carmy both agreed to go to the same university that offered the courses you wanted to major in. You both agreed to go to the same college and rent an apartment together. You were just about to knock on the Berzattos’ door to ask Carmy if your plan would still push through. What Dede said broke your heart, though.

“He didn’t tell you? He left for Copenhagen last night. He got a scholarship from Noma!” she excitedly told you. She blows smoke away from you and your face falters. You shook it off though and decided to congratulate Dede. You emailed Carmy that night but he never replied. You remembered during graduation when Carmy’s family asked you to have a picture with him. You both stood awkwardly as Dede, oblivious as ever, clicked on the shutter multiple times. Sugar felt uncomfortable and looked for your mom but she was nowhere to be seen. Mikey and Richie were giggling among themselves as usual. You went home with a defeated sigh. The acceptance letter in your hand was clenched tightly. You remembered how you and Carmy filled up the forms together. He was fussing over every detail while you laughed at him. Where did it all go wrong?

Your hand shook when you sat on your bed. You couldn’t even celebrate the fact that you were going to college—that you were about to pursue your dreams.

The first person that Carmy wanted to talk to after learning about Michael’s death was you.

He didn’t give himself the time to cry over him; just like how he didn’t give himself the time to cry over his mistake of leaving you without saying anything. Mikey always told him that he was weak because he was sensitive and was in tune with his emotions. He didn’t know that he always had to have to guard up at his own home because he was scared of what his mom and brother might do next.

When he arrived in Chicago for the first time in years, his heart dropped. You weren’t there to pick him up. Who was he kidding? He left you to yourself without so much of an explanation. He didn’t even tell you that he changed his dream. Was it a dream? Or did he pursue it out of spite? To show Mikey that he was better than him? He wanted Mikey to look at him with such jealousy…such envy because Mikey didn’t graduate from college. He was a drop out with too many plans and too many failures. Carmy was better than him. Carmy managed to go to Noma without anyone’s help. He wanted Mikey to seethe when he sees him. So why was he in his brother’s failing sandwich shop instead of cooking for the President?

He’s been looking for you for weeks now but he couldn’t see you. He couldn’t ask Richie because he was ashamed. He just wanted to walk home with you again. He was sure that Sugar knew where you were. She was the type to be in touch with everyone but he never brought himself to it.

When he was in a relationship with Claire, you were momentarily put on his back burner. She was beautiful, he knew that. As kids, you’d always find a way to make Claire talk to Carmy.

“Remember Y/N?” Claire asked. Carmy’s back tenses as he prepares to go to what will soon be The Bear. Claire watched him put his white shirt from the bed.

“Hm?”

“I don’t know. She always found a way to make us talk to each other,” she shrugged. “I used to think you guys would end up together…or were together,”

“Why-why would you think that?” Carmy asked, facing her. He furrows his brows like he was so confused. The notion was foreign to him.

“Everybody thought so too. You walked her home everyday and you’d draw her all the time. You guys were so close. Some guys didn’t bother to ask her out because they thought you were together. I didn’t make a move on you because I thought the same,” she swallows. She feels shy about what she just confessed to him. Did he catch it? “Everyone thought you broke up because you suddenly stopped hanging out,”

Carmy stood there, speechless. What was he supposed to say to that? Why did his girlfriend say that?

“But it doesn’t matter anymore,” he hears her. She gets out of bed and walks over to him. She hangs her arms on his shoulder. “We’re together now,”

“Yeah. We are,” he says, kissing her forehead. He didn’t feel how embarrassed Claire felt. He was thinking about something else.

“Should we invite Y/N to the opening?”

His question caused the chaos to stop. Sugar drops the pen that she used on whatever it was she was writing while Richie raises his eyebrows.

“Or not,”

Sugar looks at him quizzically. She looks at Richie next and then, Eibra. They knew you. You frequented the sandwich shop with your mom when you were younger. Carmy brought you here to piss on Michael.

“What?” he asked. “We don’t have to. Fuck—okay, let’s not,” he stammered, his last word was weak. Sydney was confused. “Anyways, I uh—fuck. Let’s take five,”

“What?” Sugar asks. “No, no, no. We have to finalize this list now, Carm.”

“Yeah, I know that. I-I—“

“Even if we were to invite her, I don’t know where she is anymore,” His heart stops beating. He was so sure she knew.

“What?”

“She left for college,” Richie explained. “Seemed like her whole family left with her too. Their house is occupied by a new family now. We’re surprised you didn’t know. She told us that you guys were still in contact when you left,”

It was his turn to be confused. His mind was racing. Were you alright? Where are you now? Do you remember him? Do you still have the drawing he made of you?

“I totally forgot about her,” Richie confessed, chuckling. Carmy looks at him, his eyes turning into slits. His cousin raises his hand in surrender.

“You didn’t bother to ask?” he asks Sugar. “You grew up with her too, right?” He couldn't help but feel resentful. Why didn’t she treasure you like she treasured everyone else?

“Carm, she was your friend,” He runs his hand through his hair. He closes his eyes and counts to three. “Besides, she disappeared without a word…just like you did. As far as I know, she left first and then, her mom did.”

“Let’s take five,” he declares before leaving.

He rummages through his phone and tries to remember his old email address. He really wanted you to be there. He wanted to hear about your dreams and he wanted you to hear about his. He never found the courage to look you up on the internet. He didn’t want to know the hard truth.

His hands tremble as he holds his phone when Claire’s name pops up from the screen. He shouldn’t be worrying about you—he should be worried about Claire. The girl he loves. The girl he’s always dreamed of. Right, Claire. Claire. Claire Dunlop. They met again by the frozen aisle of the store.

“Hey,”

“Carm,” Her voice soothes him. “Just wanted to…check-in. You left feeling kind of not okay? How are you now?”

“I’m good,” he says. “Just remembered Y/N. I wanted to—uh, I wanted to invite her to the opening…if-if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course, it is. She was your best friend,”

“I don’t know how to reach her…would you know?” he swallows. He felt like shit for asking about another girl to his girlfriend. “Claire?”

“Hm, let me ask around. I’m sure somebody knows. She kind of fell out of the radar after you left,” she says. Everyone thought you eloped. She kept that part to herself.

“Cool. Thanks. Let me know,” he says. He looks at the time. “I have to go,”

“Alright,” she says. I love you. She kept that too. “See you tonight?”

“I’ll let you know.” He ends the call and sets his phone down. He rummages through the drawers to look for clues you might have left behind. He wanted to look for you. He didn’t know why he had the sudden urge to do so. It’s not like he has any right to. He pauses, looking at a distance. He tries to rack his brain for that stupid email. He rushes out of the office and sees Sugar.

“Do you remember what my old email was?”

The Bear opens and you weren’t there. Sugar can’t remember his old email. Carmy forbade her to look you up. It could have been as easy as that but he didn’t want to. He can feel himself slipping away from Claire the more he busies himself with work. He tries to busy himself with work because he tries to bury the guilt of leaving you behind. Sugar told him that you went to his childhood home the day after he left Chicago. She said she got into the arts school that you both applied to. You were probably on the way to tell him about the news. He feels horrible.

Carmy knew that despite your charm, you were self-destructive. You were both alike that way. You have the tendency to self-isolate whenever you feel upset. One time, Carmy accidentally said something hurtful towards you. You pushed him away. He had to climb to your window and apologize before everything was alright again. When your mother scolded you, you’d lock yourself in your room and stay in the library until it closed so you wouldn’t have to see your mom. When you didn’t get the role that you wanted for a play, you’d distance yourself from everyone until everybody started to miss you.

“You’re the only one who can get me out,” you once told him. You said it in such a teasing manner that he only brushed it off. He didn’t think about it before but it’s all he’s been thinking about now. Would you let him bring you out again?

Claire broke up with him when The Bear opened. He brought all of his anger out to Richie. He was an island. He was alone and was out of touch. He’d go to work, cook, and then leave. He didn’t talk to anyone. He’d just scream his head off until he blows off the steam. This is the dream, right?

He decided to go out and explore today. He had to go to Aurora, a city near Chicago to meet up with a potential supplier. He wanted to introduce a new item to the menu. He let go of the bucatini and other items. Last night, he stood a foot away from the island, looking at the food he just prepared. They were so intricate…they reminded him of you. All the food was reminiscent of your childhood with him. He didn’t know what happened for him to finally feel the gaping hole in his life shaped like you.

He arrives at the spice store hidden from the main road. It was quaint and the shelves were lined with jars of tea and various spices from around the world. Jugs of flavored vinegars were displayed for purchase. When he entered, the aroma of the jars enveloped his nose. He happened to find this spice store on the list of possible suppliers that Sugar prepared before The Bear opened. He felt right at home with the creaky wooden floors and warm lighting.

“Can I help you, sir?” the attendant from the cashier at the corner asked. He walks over to her and studies her corner. A framed paper caught his eye. It was too easy to miss to the unknowing eye but he saw it. The frame was on the very top, almost touching the low ceiling. His entire world stops and he sees it. He sees you. He sees the drawing that you took from him on that afternoon in the library.

“I…,” he swallows. “Do you know the—the artist of…of that portrait?” he asked, pointing at his sketch.

“Oh. I’m not sure, sir but the owner might know,” the attendant replied. Carmy nods.

“I’m actually here for uh, a meeting? I’m the owner of a restaurant in Chicago and I-I…am here to meet for a possible partnership,”

”Oh! Of course,” she nods, looking at the piece of paper the manager gave. “Mr. Berzatto?”

“Yes,”

”The manager will be here soon. May I lead you to the backroom? Would you like some tea?” she asked. She sees him play with a plastic of tea bears. “Tea bears. It’s the first of its kind. It’s a gummy bear that you can dissolve in water for tea. You can also eat it as is. Would you like to try a flavor? I recommend the blueberry and blue pea,”

”Oh, uh—sure,” he nods, following her to the back. Carmy sits down and the attendant leaves. He looks around the room. The walls had awards and other accolades. The attendant arrives with a cup of hot water and some colorful tea bears.

“Just add one to the water and snack on the rest,” she smiles. He picks up a tea bear and studies it. It kind of reminds him of you. He remembers how much you loved tea. He gifted you exotic and expensive teas every time. He knows he shouldn’t get his hopes up but what were the odds? There was only one copy of that drawing in the world and it was supposed to belong to you. The manager arrives just right after he bit on the head of the first bear. Vanilla and raspberry.

”Hello, Mr. Berzatto,” he says. He was a stout man with a kind face. “Sorry for my lateness,”

”I was early,” he says, standing up to shake the other man’s hand.

“Tea bears,” he acknowledges and Carmy smiles a little bit. ”I hope the drive wasn’t too tiring,”

”It wasn’t,” he replied. “I have the documents with me,” He lays the folder on the table with information about The Bear.

“I take it you’re the owner?” he asks Carmy. He nods, and the manager reads over the company profile. He wastes no time asking Carmy about The Bear. Carmy answers them and he’s so tired. He should have made Sugar come here instead. The meeting ends without a fuss.

“Do you have any questions?”

“It’s not really about the spices but the portrait on the counter. I want to have a portrait made,” he says.

“Oh,” the manager looks at the cup of tea that Carmy drank. “I’m not quite sure but I’ll be sure to ask the owner. Bea has a couple of spice samples ready for you outside,”

Carmy stands up and exits the room. He drives home with a brown paper bag and a picture of the portrait that hangs on the wall. It was you. It was you.

He couldn’t sleep that night. The spices for the new menu sits on his kitchen counter, untouched. He thinks about it. What happened? He thought you were an actress. That was what your dream was. He couldn’t help it. The itch that his fingers have makes him reach for his phone. Before he knew it, he was on Google, typing your name.

“Fuck!” he shouts, throwing the phone from across his bed. “Fuck, no, no, no.” He shuts his eyes close and pinches his nose. Why now? The Bear was in shambles. Richie hated him, Claire hated him, he hated himself. Was he only reaching out to you because he knew that he wouldn't feel the hatred?

“There were some problems with the renter of your house in Chicago,” you heard. You looked up from your office table and frowned.

“I thought that house was rented properly?” you asked. It’s been ten years since you went there. Or was it five? You couldn’t keep count anymore. That house was a house of horrors that you’d never want to revisit again. Hell, you never wanted to set foot in Chicago again.

“The renters want to meet up with you. They said that you purposely kept important information from them when you leased the house. They were complaining about the backyard and would not budge until you go there,” he says. You pinched your nose.

“Can’t we look for other interested renters?” you were annoyed. ”Or just give them a refund?”

”Sadly, nobody wants to rent the house anymore because it hasn’t been renovated for years,”

“Fuck,” you sighed. “Alright,”

Your flight to Chicago was long. Your college was quickly spent in New York. You decided not to stay there. You thought of your old house. It could have been sold ten years ago but you didn’t want to. Your uncles and aunts all agreed that if there were no renters, it was going to be sold. You couldn’t defy their demands, they all inherited the house with your mom from their father. You all shared the profits yearly and you didn’t want to sell the house. You couldn’t just leave everything behind entirely.

Stepping back in Chicago was…something. There was a rush of emotions that filled you and as you met up with your driver, you felt weak. You didn’t want to be back here but you had no other choice. You were tied down to that two storey house. You were just hoping that you won’t run into anyone. The plan was to stay here, four days at most and then leave before anyone else sees you. You didn’t want to make up stories in your head again about how you and him kept in contact when you knew that it wasn’t true. It wasn’t true. None of it was. You just wanted to be comforted by the lie that you tried so hard to believe.

The hotel was nice. You were thinking of driving outside of Chicago to check some matters before going to New York. The next morning, you decided to go out for a run and grab coffee. You wondered if your old favorite cafe still opened. It was fairly far from your old home and The Beef. You wondered if people still went there. It wasn’t hip and the food was greasy but their brewed coffee was heaven.

The city has changed a lot since the last time you’ve been here. You don’t remember the streets being this way. Vacant lots turned into buildings and skyscrapers. It was odd. You once knew every nook and cranny of the city but not anymore. That afternoon, when you arrived at your old house, you couldn’t even recognize the street. The old houses were torn to pieces and were built with modern houses. The only houses that remained exactly the same were yours and the Berzattos’. It seemed empty, though. It used to have cars and chaos but it was quiet. As if…it hasn’t been lived in. You paid it no mind and knocked on your old door, revealing the new tenants of the house.

They immediately showed you what their problem was. Fucking grass. You booked a flight and stayed at an expensive hotel for grass. It wasn’t the same as in the pictures. That was their main concern. You stood there, in your backyard, mouth pressed into a thin line in annoyance.

“I see,” you only nodded. “I can arrange landscaping services for you,”

“But that would be expensive. The only reason why we rented this old house is because we wanted to have a garden. Otherwise, we would’ve rented somewhere that’s actually…nicer,” the tenant says. Seeing your souring expression, she added, “This place is nice…homey. I can’t afford landscaping services,”

You only nodded, trying to think of someone who might know a landscaper.

“Can you give me until tomorrow to sort this out?”

“Sure,’

When you arrived at the hotel that night, you thought of the people you knew who had good lawns and backyards. Your agent can’t obviously do shit. You have to fire him soon. All the services in Chicago were way more expensive than you were willing to spend. Who had a good lawn…whose mother always had a manicured garden?

“Fak!”

The man rushes into the kitchen, looking at the ensemble of people gathered where Sydney and Carmy usually stood.

“The light,” Carmy pointed. “It’s doing that thing again,” The light buzzes and blinks, as if Carmy ordered it to do so. He had that ability sometimes. He can make the world move.

“I got it, I got it,” he says, going out and coming back soon with a ladder and his tool box. He listens to the crew made up of Richie, Tina, Sydney, Carmy, and Sugar bicker while he tries to fix it. They always bickered and it stresses him out most of the time. ”Ugh, you guys! Stop screaming at each other!”

They ignored him, Carmy was in a screaming contest with Richie while the others tried to pacify the situation. Their relationship hasn’t gone back to the way it was after the fridge incident.

”We’re closed today, right?” Fak asked, trying to tighten the screw.

“Yes, darling,” he hears Sugar.

“Great because Y/N asked me to come by their old house,” he says. He takes note of the sudden silence and takes it as his permission to continue. “She’s back in town and wanted me to check their lawn because she told me that she remembered how nice Ma’s garden was, remember? Anyways, she wanted me to check and get her a connect with a gardener or a landscaper,”

“Wh-what?” Carmy sputters. “What the fuck are you saying, Fak? Y/N hasn’t been here in-in-in fucking years,”

”Yeah but she’s here,” he shrugs. He climbs down the ladder with a smile on his face. “It’s a good thing I never changed my phone number. She wouldn’t have been able to call me if I did,”

Carmy visibly disintegrates before everyone in the kitchen. He stands there, memories of his abandonment haunting him and his eyes blinking rapidly. You were in town?

”When are you meeting her?”

“Today,”

Fuck. If only he didn’t promise himself to do something today. He needed to focus. He didn’t need you, right?

After treating Fak to a quick dinner, you immediately went home. He sadly told you that he wished you’d visit The Bear. Carmy was here now and he opened the restaurant. He told you that you’ll be welcome anytime as long as you tell him first so he can tell Richie. Richie was the front of house staff now and Fak said that Richie improved, like a lot. He showed you photos of Sugar’s cute baby. He told you that Eibra and Tina still worked there but most surprisingly, he told you that Mikey was dead.

That part shook you. You were never really close with him but he was always nice to you. Carmy idolized him and always sought his approval. It must have been hard for him. Hearing that he didn’t attend the funeral didn’t surprise you, though. You always imagined that Carmy will do some fucked up things if it really came down to it. Years of not knowing what Carment Berzatto became brought both a hollow feeling in your chest and assurance. You never had to know if he was better without you. You chewed on the hangnail on your perfectly manicured finger. Carmy was here again and so were you. Would it be so bad to see him again? Even if it was just a glimpse…would it be so bad to see how he was after all these years?

The night before left you with eyebags. The thought that you and Carmy were here woke you up all night. You didn’t know what to do. Does he know that you’re here too? You tried to cover the bags with a concealer you brought. You were on auto-pilot as you went to the basement to take your rental car. You were going to Aurora today to look over the shop. What was a drive anyway? You were in Aurora every other month for the business that you built when you were younger. It proved to be successful, though.

You arrived at your first business venture, The Alchemist. You were young and full of wonder when you named it. The Alchemist…you used to call your mother that because she made so many things in the kitchen with nothing. It was a way to remember her legacy and other mixes that she made when you were younger. Now, though, you asked chefs and homecooks to make recipes for pre-mixed spices for your business. You always went back to ‘Alchemy No. 1’, a spice blend made and frequently used by your mother when she was still alive.

You entered the store lined with jars of spices and flavored vinegars. The smell of herbs that you sourced from all over the world create an aroma that reminds you of home.

“How is everything?” you asked her.

“Mr. Lee just is about to close a deal with a promising restaurant,”

”He told me about it,” you told Dana. “Sorry if I can’t come here as often as I’d like,”

”That’s alright,” she assures you. You pick a packet of assorted tea bears that you give to the customers to sample and open it. Taking a pink one, you melted the bear in the paper cup with hot water to drink the raspberry and vanilla flavored tea. “Mr. Lee makes the job easier, really,”

”I’m glad,” you told her. “I heard there’s a meeting today?”

”Yes, ma’am,” she replied. “It’s about to start in thirty minutes, actually. Are you planning to join?”

”Yes,” you told her. “I hope they won’t mind,”

You were sitting on the chair in the meeting room when the door opened. Your heart drops for some reason. Your palms sweat and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. You stood up, looked towards the opened door and saw him. Carmy. Carmy was here. He stops his movement—even his breathing and lets go of the door knob. He clutches the folder in his hands and looks at you with wide eyes.

He’s aged. He looked tired and his face matured but his eyes were still as blue as ever, demanding you to open up to him.

You looked older but you looked content. The fine lines that he’s never seen on you before makes you look more beautiful than you’ve ever been.

He opens his mouth first but no words come out. You tried to do the same but you suddenly forgot all of the words that you could say. The pain in your lungs and the quiver in your voice manages to croak out something that snaps him out of his shock.

“Hey,” a wobbly smile graces your features and he steps forward. You weren’t sure if you wanted to step back but you didn’t.

He watches your hand tremble and he wonders if he could still hold them like he used to.

You watch him take shaky breaths and remember how you used to soothe his back to stop him.

“I can leave,” you said, looking down. He frowns and licks his lips.

”You don’t have to,”

”No, I’ll—“

”You don’t have to run away,”

”You ran away from me all those years ago,”

Snap. If you could break his bones with your words, you already would have.

”But…” you swallowed thickly. “but it doesn’t matter anymore,” you whispered. You resented yourself for bringing that up. You should be happy that he’s doing fine, right?

“Y/N—“

”Let it go,”

”Please,”

”Carmy,” you finally look at him. You still called him Carmy.

“I have to talk to you,”

”I understand, alright?” you grit. “I—I—“ you breathed in. “I can’t be here,”

”Y/N, please,” you hear him plead. His voice breaks and you do too. Maybe because you always had a soft spot for him. Maybe it was because you realized that you loved him. Maybe it was because you pitied him…either way, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying what you said next.

“The Peninsula,” you told him. “Under my last name. Tomorrow,”

It was all you said to him before you left him in the meeting room. A few minutes later, Mr. Lee greets him and they close the deal.

Today was Monday, which meant that Carmy had either the morning or after the restaurant closes to come to you. If he comes to The Peninsula after, you might leave thinking that he never cared. If he comes tomorrow, he might not be able to prepare. He thinks that he’s at his best and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to focus if he didn’t go to you. He’ll just fuck things up in the kitchen if he doesn’t go to you. So, at 5:30 a.m., he goes to your hotel and asks for your room number. It seemed like you’ve already informed the receptionist of your arrival and they let him come up.

He knocks the door erratically. You rouse from the bed, alarmed because who would knock at 5:30 a.m.? You couldn’t sleep no matter what you did. With a grip on the remote control of the TV, you peeped into the hole to find Carmy.

“Y/N?” he calls from the outside. You tossed the remote control away and opened the door.

“It’s not even six yet,” were the words you told him as he sees you in the robe. “Carmy?”

“Sorry but—but I,” he draws in a breath. “Sorry I just, I wanted to go here before anything else because…because I know that if I don’t, I’ll be thinking about it and I won’t be able to focus,”

“Come in,”

Carmy steps inside your hotel room and looks around. Fancy. You used to dream about going to a place like this when you were younger. He stands there awkwardly by the foyer and you motion for him to sit down on the couch. He does so and watches you lean on the wall, as far away from him as possible without it being really obvious but it was.

A beat passes with Carmy’s eyes trained on you. You’ve never felt out of touch in his life than now. He watches you with wide eyes while you look everywhere but his face. There were no stains in his shirt and his curls were messier than you remember. You purse your lips and Carmy sighs. Really, Chicago felt so suffocating for the both of you. Being trapped in the small hotel room made it harder to breathe. What could you say? What could he say? The last time you saw each other, you pushed him away. What if you do it again?

“I’m sorry,”

Your head snaps up to look at his face. You frowned.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispers, feeling ashamed of everything. Now that you’ve looked at him, he feels like he was under a microscope and he grew to hate the feeling of being studied like that. “I’m so, so, so, fucking sorry,”

He bows his head in shame just as you look away, to the window so he wouldn’t see you wiping your tears. The sun was about to rise and it pains you because you realized that you loved him more when you spent that sunset in the library.

“Why did—“ you stop yourself. “Why did you leave me, Carmy?”

His heart beats fast, his fists clenching on his lap. Why?

”I didn’t deserve that,” you told him. “I didn’t deserve that and you—you just pushed me away. You could’ve at least said goodbye before—before you left the country. Fuck. I spent the past years wondering what I did wrong, Carmy. Do you know how that feels? I followed you like a lost puppy every fucking day and you suddenly decided that you were done with-with-with me. With us,”

He frowns, he doesn’t remember your childhood like that. For him, he was always in the sideways. He was the one who always had to follow you.

“My mom thought that making you lunch was the only way for you to s-stay,” he tells you, looking down. He studies the cuts he earned in the kitchen. “I felt—I felt like that too, you know? Everybody liked you wherever you went and I only…I only had to catch up after you,”

”Carm, you don’t even like people,”

That stings him for some reason and he frowns deeper. He bites his lip and shakes his head. How would you understand? Everybody loved you and he was so hard to love that his brother decided that he was done with him.

“Why did you push me away? Why—“ you choke back a sob. “Why did you leave me?”

The string that you tied around his heart grips it tighter. Memories of you, him, Mikey, that Christmas with his mom, the first time he smoked a cigarette, and the last time he looked at your house comes rushing back to him.

“You know, I started—started smoking when I left,” he chuckled. “It made sense…once I arrived in Copenhagen, the next logical thing was to, uh, buy a pack of cigarettes,” He hopes you understood what he tried to say.

”I’m not your babysitter,”

”I know,” he says. He thinks and you do too. You realized that too much resentment and emotions will get you nowhere.

”Carmy, I know you’re sorry but…but for tonight, can-can we just pretend like you never left?” you asked. He looks at you now, the sunrise illuminating your face differently from that sunset you shared. “Can we..can we pretend like we just lost touch and-and that we’re catching up?”

You look at him sadly, with your mouth downturned slightly. There were so many things to say and emotions to be felt. You couldn’t afford to unpack everything in a day and you were unsure if you wanted him back in your life just yet. You missed him but you didn’t know if you could handle another person leaving you. You’ve had enough people leaving you in this lifetime. Maybe that’s why you were so lonely. Maybe that’s why you don’t have friends and maybe that’s why everyone else seemed to have had enough of you never letting them in. What was the point anyway? Everything’s going to end and love doesn’t last forever. Who would have thought that the two people you loved most can teach you such a harrowing lesson?

Besides, you were unsure if you were ready to let all the love you’ve had for Carmy come to the surface and overflow again. The last time he left, would be the last time he leaves.

“Y/N?” he calls, standing up from the couch to walk towards you. Maybe just for now, this is enough. You smile at him, just like you did when you were younger. Like everything was alright.

“Carmy,” you smile as you let his calloused hands wipe the tears away. “I’m sorry for crying,”

”I’m sorry for making you cry,” he tries to say but his stutter breaks out and he looks down in shame. You reach out to him, your hands clutching the sides of his white shirt. He tries again, this time his voice was much clearer. His head seemed to put everything in his backburner. He has to savor this moment because who knows what will happen? He decided that the last time he left would be the last time he leaves you. A sob threatens to rip his chest but he swallows it down. “How have you been?”

Your arms snake around his waist and you lay your head on his chest. You can hear his heart beating so fast. Does he hear yours too? He takes in your scent. You smell different now.

He caresses the back of your head and kisses it. You take in a sharp breath. He’s never done that before. He tightens his grip around you, afraid to let go.

“Did you achieve your dream?”

You’re both laying down on the bed. The tender moment you shared was interrupted by your alarm. You watch each other now, wondering who breaks the ice first. Carmy’s arms wrap around you while you snuggle closer in his chest, clinging onto every piece of hope left. Your forehead is tucked under his chin and you breathed.

“I became an actress for a while,” you started. The air feels heavy but you decided to push it aside. “but I decided not to continue.”

“Why?”

“I went to college after you—after high school. I stayed there for a semester before…before I dropped out,” you said. “Carmy, they were so much better than me—“

“That’s not true,”

“But it is,” you chuckled sadly. “That wasn’t even the main reason but…but remember mom was sick?” He nods. “Well, she got…she—she got sicker and we had to use the college fund for her treatment,” you said. You don’t try to hide the sniffles. “In the end…in the end, I never went back to college and she didn’t…she didn’t make it,” your voice broke. The images of your mom in her casket never seemed to leave your mind. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “My mom and I—“ You shuddered, remembering the time when your mother had to personally refuse any more care. You knew that she didn’t want you to be in debt. It was hard to spend your college fund but she couldn’t leave you with debt that you’ll pay forever.

”I know,” he says. He couldn’t bear hearing your voice break again. His eyes were red and tears threatened to spill. Fuck. He wasn’t there when you needed him. He knew how close you and your mom were. He couldn’t even say sorry because you both didn’t want to and didn’t know how to address the elephant in the hotel room.

“But then…then, I tried to act,” you chuckled, wiping your cheeks with the sleeve of the white robe. Carmy hears the tiredness in your voice but doesn’t mention it. “I had an audition and I got lucky. I got a recurring role in a hit TV series. I thought I was happy. I thought—I thought that I finally got what I wanted but I felt so alone, Carm. I didn’t have my mom with me…she will never—she will never watch anything that I’ll do but I persisted,” the small circles he drew on your back soothed you. “But then…the producer wanted to meet with me and I—he said that if I removed my clothes, he’ll make me a star,” his grip tightened. ”I removed my shirt and sat in his office half naked. It didn’t bother me. I knew…I knew what I was getting into but he-he wanted more and I had to leave,”

Carmy lets go of the breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

“I was fine with sitting there…like…like I was some fucking object. He could look all he wanted and I didn’t fucking care but he tried—he tried to touch me and I pushed him away,” you cried. He was around your age and was already successful when you came to the picture. He made you trust him. “He had my name blacklisted. I could never…I couldn’t do shit about it. I couldn’t land a job before I realized that maybe…maybe acting wasn’t for me,” you whispered. “I was only there because…he wanted someone to take advantage of,”

You cry in his arms as you share your burden with him. You had nobody to talk to when it happened. You were alone. You were so, so, so alone.

”I opened The Alchemy with the money that I have left and my business grew from there,” you said after calming yourself down. “I have the money but…but I feel so, so, so alone,”

He cooes and you bury yourself deeper in his arms. He mutters things you couldn’t understand. Carmy lets his tears flow as you calm yourself down. How can he tell you all about him if you’re so frail? He didn’t want to burden you any longer.

He doesn’t know how many minutes passed before he heard your breath even itself out. He unwraps his arms around you as carefully as he could. You were fast asleep and didn’t want to wake you. It takes a lot for him to remove himself from the bed that you shared for a few hours but soon, he finds himself wearing his jacket, walking away from the Peninsula. He forgot to count the number of cigarettes he smoked ever since he stepped his foot outside. He forgot to take his heart with him when he left it with you.

He runs a hand through his hair and arrives at the kitchen with profound sadness that his staff has never seen him carry. He locks himself in the office and takes out the notebook he managed to find in his apartment the night before. The email address and the password that he tried so hard to remember glares at him before clicking on ‘Next’. Emails from his childhood pop up but one stands out. Who would have thought that his email address was as easy to remember as combining your names together?

He shakily clicks on your old email address and takes a sharp breath as he reads the last thing you’ve sent him.

Carmy,

I heard from Donna that you’re in Copenhagen now. I hope everything’s fine between us because the last time I tried, you refused to speak to me. I don’t mind. I hope we talk again someday because you’re the only person in the world who I can talk to without hiding anything. I hope you gave me the chance to say this. I was planning on telling you anyway before we enter college. I don’t know why I’m saying this now. Maybe I’m doing this because I’m selfish. I’m hoping that you’d come back or maybe talk to me again if I do. If you don’t reply, I’ll take it as a rejection and try to move on with my life. I’ll be happy for you either way.

I love you, Carmy. I love you so much and I hope that you’re out there, pursuing your dreams. I will always be rooting for you.

I love you.

He throws his phone on the floor. He’s positive that there’s another crack on the screen now. He screams profanities and ignores the urgent knocks that Sugar was making outside his door. His head falls in his hands and he sobs. You were right. If he read the message, he’d book the next flight home.

He only dreams to be loved and to love without anything holding him back but dreams have a way of appearing brighter when you’re younger.

END. A/N: Thank you so much for reading and for waiting for me! I hope this was worth it. I’m really proud of this and as always, don’t forget to reblog / comment / tell me what you think! Love you.

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if it’s okay with you, can i request alpha!wanda x omega!reader? maybe where the reader is like going through their first heat and wanda helps them with it? with g!p wanda + breeding kink if that’s okay!!

btw i love all your fics they’re so good <3 have a lovely day!

SWEATER WEATHER

PAIRINGS: Alpha!Wanda Maximoff x omega!reader

WORD COUNT: 2244

WARNINGS: smut, mentions of blood, kinda dark!wanda, omegaverse, Wanda has a dick, multiple orgasms, handjobs, facials, pet names, possessiveness, teasing, praise, degrading, breeding, back scratching, hair pulling, rough sex basically

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“It’s alright, you can take it, you’re a big girl.” Wanda praised, brushing the hair out of your face and smiling at your tear-stained cheeks. You had been aching for something all day, but you soon found out it had been her you needed.

“Wanda- oh- oh, god, it- it feels so good!” She hummed, her voice quivering as her hands gripped your waist tightly. She bit her lip as your nails dug into her arms, your eyes rolling back as another orgasm ran through you.

You had woken up that morning with a painful ache in your…more intimate parts. Wanda could sense you were off practically all day, every move you made and every reaction you had, it seemed weird at first. That was until she caught hold of your scent, it lured her in.

She took to holding the small of your back while she was teaching you how to make one of her favorite dishes, her praises only made the discomfort worse.

“And then add that…perfect. Such a good girl you are, huh?” She chuckled as if amused, as if she was amused by your pain. She could read minds, after all, and while she’d never willingly look into your thoughts, they were just so loud, she couldn’t ignore them.

It wasn’t just hurting you though, Wanda was unbelievably hard. You could feel it poking you throughout most of your painfully long day, it only caused your desire to grow.

“Is everything okay, pretty girl?” She asked, her words muffled as she kissed your neck. Your scent gland was on display, begging for her attention. You wanted her to mark you, to color your neck purple with her tongue.

You had never felt so hungry for the older woman, you felt as though you would combust if you didn’t have her near you. When Wanda tried walking away to grab the next ingredient from the fridge, your hand holding onto hers stopped her. She looked back at you, a small smile encouraging you to speak.

“Please stay.” Her eyebrow quirked at your whimpered words, you didn’t intend to show your neediness but it had been growing deep inside of you, begging to be released.

“I’m just grabbing the broth.” You walked closer to her, your eyes averted to the ground until her fingers drew your chin up, forcing your eyes to gaze into her emerald ones. She licked her lips, and that was the last straw for you. You didn’t let her speak as you pressed your lips against hers, your hands immediately landing on her loose sweatshirt as you tried to remove it.

“Wow, wow, slow down, baby. What’s gotten into you, huh?” She knew exactly what was wrong, but she wanted to hear you say it. She wanted to hear how badly you craved her touch and smell.

“I don’t- I don’t know.” You heard of these reactions from omega’s such as yourself and you always wondered why you never felt it. Although, Wanda was your first and hopefully last Alpha you’d be connected to, you assumed you’d finally have these feelings arise when you first met her. But it never came, your entire relationship there was still nothing.

You almost felt bad, as if you weren’t a true and good omega for lacking this hunger for her, but she was always there to reassure you that you were more than good enough. You never expected that when your time would come that you’d feel so passionate and protective over her, you felt a need to make sure she knew she was only your Alpha.

“I think it finally came, Wanda.” She knew from the moment you woke up and described such pain to her that this was it, her moment finally came. The two of you had kept a promise to wait on mating until your first heat had made its way, yet it was close to impossible for the both of you to follow such rules.

“Oh, I know, you think I haven’t been able to catch your scent all day?” Your eyes widened in fright. “It’s been so fucking hard for me to not just- bend you over any surface and have my way with you.” Your breathing quickened as you felt her hands exploring your body. You gasped as you felt them dip into your panties and past your jeans. You subconsciously grinded into it, a loud moan escaping your lips as her palm brushed along your clit.

“Shh, save those pretty moans for just me, okay?” You nodded, gulping down your moans the best you could. “Good girl.” Her accent shined through her words, only causing more arousal to tumble onto her soaked fingers.

“God, you’re soaked, baby. ‘This all for me?” Jumbled words tumbled from your lips as you grasped onto her biceps for support.

“Yeah? I make you this wet?” You knew she was just fishing for the compliments, but the smirk planted on her face only drew you in further.

“You always make me this way, Alpha.” The name rolled off your tongue so heavenly, you were truly an angel. Suddenly, you felt her hand disappearing from your undergarments and quickly latching onto the backs of your thighs, letting your legs wrap around her waist as she lifted you into her arms. Every movement let your confined wetness seep through your clothing as her stomach rubbed against your most sensitive parts.

There was no hope for you when she placed you on the bed. While it was a gentle motion, you could feel the predatory gaze on your body. She watched you wither beneath her, your thighs coming together to rub yourself from the ache.

“Ah-ah, baby, let your Alpha handle that for you.” She grasped your knees and spread your legs smoothly, letting her body rest between them. Your choked-out sob only made it all the more difficult to be soft on you. It was your first time, she wanted to ease you into it, she did. But watching you nervously palm her crotch and smile through a bitten lip was what ticked her off.

“Keep doing that. Fuck, your hand feels so good, darlin’.” She quickly unbuckled her belt and tossed it to the side, letting you undo her pants and drag them down. Before you could rid her of her boxers you felt her hand holding yours, leading it back to her swollen length. You couldn’t see it, but her tip was reddened in pain. There was a small wet patch adorning her undergarments from her drooling cock, it made you smile knowing you caused this.

“Am I doing it right, Wands?” You innocently asked, making Wanda twitch in your grasp. Her hips bucked into nothing as you only allowed a light brush over her tip.

“Mhm, you’re- oh, shit! Y-yes, you’re doing such a good job, little one.” She stuttered over every word, watching as you slowly lowered her last article of clothing besides her top. Your eyes widened when you saw her, she was so hard. You knew she was larger than most, but you had never gotten the pleasure of seeing her like this.

“C’mon, touch me…please.” Her plea was a quiet mumble in hopes she’d receive something more than your teasing touches. She knew she could easily take the upper hand and force herself into your mouth as she came down your throat, but there was a sense of enjoyment in letting you have that control over her pleasure.

Your mouth planted against her full balls in a small peck, chuckling against her skin when she gasped in surprise. Your thumb brushed against her tip as you stroked her and she couldn’t hold back anymore. Without warning, her cock twitched as she was tipped over the edge, small spurts of her cum shooting onto your face. Her eyes squeezed shut as she toppled over in pleasure, one of her hands resting on the back of your head to keep you close, the other continuing your previous strokes on her length.

“You look so fucking beautiful with my cum all over your face, a work of art you are.” You grinned at her praises, leaning further into her touch. She rubbed her thumb along your cheek, coating her digit in her juices. She dragged it along to your mouth, dragging your bottom lip out and smirking when you let your lips wrap around her thumb.

“Such a precious little omega, you’d do anything I asked of you, wouldn’t you?” You nodded, not being able to speak with your mouth occupied.

“Yeah? Even if I told you I wanted to hurt you?” She asked. “God, you’d look so good with your ass black and blue, blood dripping down your thigh when I drag my knife along your perfect skin.” You shuddered in fear, your hand traveling to your dripping cunt without thought. You could feel your clit throbbing through your pants and soon felt Wanda remove her finger from your mouth, gripping your arm and giving you a dark glare.

“Only I’m allowed to touch you like this, you got me?” She replaced your hand with her own, letting her fingers rub you through the fabric.

“You think since I let you touch me you’re suddenly in charge, huh? You’re such a dumb little slut, I love it.” You felt yourself being pushed to lie on the bed, Wanda slowly straddling your waist as she leaned back to remove her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, letting you see her nipples through her little amounts of clothing all day.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of this exact moment. Can’t wait to watch you carry my pups.” You felt her quickly ridding your pants and shirt from your fragile body and being chucked over her shoulder carelessly.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’re not even gonna have space in that pretty little head of yours to remember your own damn name.” She was ferile, too indulged in her own pleasure to realize what she was saying.

“Please, Alpha, it- it hurts.” You whined pitifully. Wanda moved your panties to the side and let your gushing wet folds be hit by the cold air.

“Good.” You felt her cock prodding at your hole, giving you no time to adjust as her tip dipped into you. She let out a low moan at your warmth, it had been too long of a wait.

“I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, baby, no Alpha will ever want to touch your used cunt.” You mewled the further she let her hips go, her pelvis now touching yours.

“Wanda-”

“My sweet omega, such a perfect girl they are.” She growled out, your words falling deaf on her ears.

“So fucking tight, I love this virgin pussy.” Her lips latched onto your neck, her sharp teeth grazing your scent gland. You felt them sink into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head while her thrusts stuttered for a moment.

“Such a pretty little girl, you’re so lucky I was able to snatch you up when I could.” You knew exactly what she meant by that. She was talking about the other Alphas who wanted nothing more than to claim you as their own. Carol was one of them.

There was never a moment around her that she wasn’t flirting with you. It was fun at first, but with Wanda’s predatory gaze and clenched fists that you didn’t know if she’d use or not, it was best not to test those waters.

The room was filled with the stench of sex and the sound of your thighs clapping together in rhythm. Her hands found their way to your legs as she held them to your stomach, mumbling incoherently about her possessiveness.

“You want your Alpha to breed you, sweet thing? A cute omega like you can’t be waltzing around looking like you aren’t already owned, maybe if I filled you enough, then they’d leave you alone.” You could feel her pulsing inside of you, ready to unleash her seed. You were just as close, the coil in your stomach begging to be let go.

“Alpha, I-I’m so close. Can I- can I cum?” You breathlessly whimpered, feeling her mouth sloppily connect to yours once you finished speaking.

“Cum with me, darlin’.” She mumbled against your lips, reconjoining herself with you once again. Your legs wrapped tightly around her bottom as her thrusts came to a stall, her release shooting deep inside of you while yours poured onto her cock. Your nails scratched down her back, creating red lines as occasional blood appeared from the broken skin.

“Going to look so sexy carrying my pups, I can’t fucking wait.” She spoke, her lips now landing on your breasts. She sucked your hardened nipples as your fingers ran through her hair and tugged slightly.

“Can’t wait for these to get so full and leak with milk. Oh, you’ll be such a good mommy.” Her teeth grazed the bud as you choked out a gasp from deep in your chest.

“I can’t stop, you’re too addicting, love.” You painfully whined as her cock continued to drive deep into you, only to pull out almost completely and repeat.

“Wanda, fuck,” You called for her attention, noticing her droopy eyes staring into your own as she stared up at you from her spot on your chest. “I wanna ride you.”

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causenessus · 8 months

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Nightmares. | Bungou Stray Dogs

inc: dazai, chuuya, tecchou

written in 2nd pov (female reader implied at least for chuuya)

song recc: roslyn by bon iver

word count: 1064 words

summary: "how do they take care of you when you have a nightmare?"

sorry if they all seem the same D: i tried to make them all unique and i can see the difference between each character in how they would treat u but i know it's small i'm sorry they're all just such green flags and would be the sweetest <3

dazai

has had so many nightmares himself he knows just how to take care of you

having someone with him at night helped reduce the stress and the number of ones he has <3

you’ll wake up from a nightmare, crying out as you shoot up and he’s there for you from the very start, sitting up as well and shushing you, pulling you to his chest

“it’s okay, it’s okay,” he kept repeating as he drew your head near to his chest. “deep breaths, bella,” he encouraged softly, holding your face so that you were looking directly into his eyes while he gave you a gentle smile. he ran his hands through your hair, smoothing it out until your breathing calmed down

is super patient with you throughout the whole process, will not act sleepy in the slightest so that you don’t feel bad for waking him up or anything else

“ ‘m sorry I woke you,” your voice shook as you tried to take a deep breath, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

he took your hands off your face, using his own to brush away your tears with all the care in the world. “don’t be sorry, I was half awake anyway. take your time, love.”

he’ll offer to listen if you want to talk about it, but he understands if you’re not ready yet

tries to coax you back to sleep soon after because he wants you to rest

but he knows from experience how hard it can be when your mind is racing

the reason it’s helped him so much to sleep with someone though is bc it can take your mind off the dream <3

he’ll position you against his chest and between his legs while he rests against the headboard of the bed. he’ll intertwine his arms with yours, rubbing circles on your wrists while he hums softly to distract you

if you’re feeling sensitive to noise, he’ll place his hands over your ears instead, using his thumbs to rub the sides of your head

he’s there for whatever you need him to do. during your first nightmare with him, he’ll still be figuring out how you react to them. after that, he'll remember exactly what you need and want from him. he wants to make sure you feel safe and comfortable no matter what <3

chuuya

wakes up first while you’re still tossing and turning in your dream

he’ll sit up and lean over, waking you as gently as he can. he’ll cup your face as you wake up, brushing anyway any tears with warm hands

“hey, hey, it’s okay. you’re okay. it’s just a bad dream. I’m right here. you’re safe,” he whispered softly as you woke up shaking, your breathing erratic

he kisses away the rest of your tears, touching you so gently and with so much love

asks if you want to talk about it and if you need anything else which he’ll be happy to get for you

afterward, he’ll pull you close to his chest, one hand on your head and the other around your waist, making you feel secure and protected

I think he’d be the type who would keep talking the whole time, distracting you from your thoughts. he’ll talk you through everything he’s doing, he’ll continue to comfort you, and will talk about any other random thing once you both have laid back down

probably tries to make some jokes a little bit before you head back to sleep as well to make you feel better

“sometimes, that stupid dazai shows up in my dreams and I just know it’s not a coincidence. there’s no way that scheming blockhead doesn’t have some mysterious way of communicating and entering people’s dreams. and he does it just to piss me off. ugh, just thinking about it makes me upset,” he ran a hand through his hair, smiling when you let out a small laugh, wiping away the last of your tears with the back of your hand.

he took your hand in his own and kissed it softly, “there’s my pretty girl. see? you’re safe, nothing bad is gonna happen.”

tecchou

does not wake up

you wake up from your nightmare, eyes bleary and heart racing. the only thing you want is to be in his arms so you wake him

once he sees your tears though he’s up immediately, hands on your face as he wipes them away, “oh angel, what’s wrong?”

you place your hand over his own, “just a nightmare…I’m sorry I didn’t know what else to do.”

“nothing to be sorry about,” he says softly, a smile on his face as if you had said something funny, “that’s what I’m here for. I’m glad you woke me up.”

he suggests making a warm drink to calm you down if you’re up for it

in his experiences, he’s found it best to get up and change his surroundings in order to get his mind off a bad dream

if you say yes, he’ll make you something to drink before sitting next to you in the kitchen. he’ll be with you the whole time, telling you that he’s willing to listen if you want to talk about it or anything else if you don’t want to think about it

will have a hand on your thigh or back, rubbing it slowly to comfort you

when you both head back to bed, he’ll hold you close to him, one hand intertwined with yours to let you know he’s there while the other runs through your hair <3

if you don’t want to get up from the bed, that’s okay too, he’ll ask you what you want him to do and makes sure your every need is taken care of <3

kisses your forehead as you both lay back down, then draws patterns across your skin with one hand. the other one flat against your lower back to keep you pressed against him

if you’re still a little scared, he’ll continue to comfort you and reassure you that it’s okay. he’ll wipe away any more tears and stay awake the whole time. he tries to make sure he hears your breathing slow and that you’ve fallen back asleep before he closes his own eyes again to make sure that you get the rest you deserve <3

#dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya #tecchou x reader #tecchou suehiro x reader #suehiro tecchou #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons

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thelov3lybookworm · 1 year

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I Didn't Ask For This (part six)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: forced marriage, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

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Y/n walked around her room, getting dressed as she thought about the previous night.

She had found her husband kissing someone else, then gone to a very noisy place and talked to a male, then bought back home by her husband, nearly died, yelled at her husband and then agreed to giving him a chance.

That was not at all what she had expected when she woke up the previous morning, but that now felt centuries ago.

There was a knock on her door, and when she opened it, she found Nesta bouncing on her heels and looking nervous. It gave Y/n a little fright, because Nesta was not one to be nervous.

Hell, she would probably look the Mother in the eye and judge her for making the world.

"Nesta, is everything alright?" Y/n spoke slowly.

Nesta nodded, taking a deep breath before speaking. "So, you know how we train everyday, like, with Cassian, Emerie, Gwyn, and all those priestesses?"

"Yes?" She drew out the word.

"So I would love... if you could join us."

Y/n blinked. "You want me to join you." Nesta nodded. "I don't know Nesta... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Then stop thinking."

"What?"

"You said you think it's a bad idea, so stop thinking." Y/n laughed, shaking her head.

"Is... is Azriel going to be there?" She questioned, because despite her having agreed to giving him a chance, she wanted to keep interactions with him minimal.

"Yes, but I can kick him out if you want."

"And how are you going to kick him out?"

"I'll probably order Cassian to throw him out. Or I'll kick him between his legs, so hard that he wouldn't be able to leave his bed for days. Then we can train in peace."

"Even though that would be a good way to get rid of him, I don't think I want anyone to get hurt. I'll come, but I want you to know that I haven't ever done anything like that in my whole life, so it will take time."

"That won't be problem. So you're coming?"

"Now?" Nesta nodded. Y/n sighed. "I guess i don't have anything else to do. I'll come."

Nesta squealed before becoming serious again. "Do you have anything other than dresses and gowns?" Y/n shook her head. "Hmm. I think you can wear mine. They would surely fit you."

Before Nesta could say or do anything else though, a bundle smacked her straight in the face. She grunted, catching the bundle before it could fall to the ground.

It was training clothes. Nesta scowled at the ceiling. "You couldn't have been a little gentle?"

In response, a wind that sounded like a laugh swept through the hallway.

Nesta handed the shirt and pants to Y/n, who closed the door and changed into them. They felt weird. She had only ever worn dresses and gowns, having no need of wearing pants and shirts.

When she stepped out, Nesta began tugging Y/n towards the training area, linking their arms.

Maybe Azriel wouldn't be there. Maybe he would have some other work to do.

Her prayers went unanswered. He was present.

As soon as she entered, their eyes met.

As the corners of his lips lifted in a small smile, she quickly looked away, towards the opposite end of the ring where Cassian was having a conversation with Gwyn and Emerie.

As Nesta led her towards them, Y/n looked at the other females present. By the looks of it, the training was hard.

Y/n wondered if she'd be dead by the end of the training session.

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Y/n was dead. She was sure of it as she lay on the ground and stared at the sky.

Nesta's head appeared in Y/n's vision, grinning.

"Did you have fun?"

"Do I look like I had fun? I'm never doing this again."

"Oh shut up. It wasn't that bad. Just a few squats and lunges and planks."

"Not that bad? I feel like I'm dying, Nesta."

"What's the fun in it of you don't feel like that?"

"I hate you." Y/n muttered as she sat up, groaning at the pain in her body. Just then, a hand appeared in front of her and she glanced up.

Azriel smiled at her. "I could help..."

Without breaking eye contact, she stood up on her own and turned back to Nesta, who winked at her, grinning.

Nesta nodded towards the exit and started waking towards it. As Y/n started to follow her, Azriel caught her wrist, but let go when she looked at him. He swallowed.

"I thought you said you'd give me a chance."

"And?"

"You aren't– never mind." A pause. Then. "Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? Just us."

She wanted to ask why, even though she knew the reason. Finally she sighed. "Fine."

He smiled. "Thank you. I'll be waiting."

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Part 7

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jordanli-dribbles · 8 months

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Bad Dream

Jordan Li x gn!reader It had been another stressful day. Midterms were quickly approaching, and you had rarely spoken to your partner in the last few days.

They weren’t having the best of times. Brink had been on their case about the upcoming tests, forcing them to work late into the evening. As much as you disliked Brink, you knew voicing those opinions out loud would only aggravate them. Instead, you made sure to be at their dorm every night. Even if all you had time to do was sleep, you felt the weight of the day disappear as soon as they wrapped their arms around you. You both fell asleep quickly, the stress of the past few days finally taking a toll on both of you.

As you slept beside them with your hand over their chest, you felt Jordan jerk in their sleep, shaking the whole bed. Concerned, you lifted yourself up slightly, bringing your hand up to stroke their cheek when they suddenly started murmuring things like “no,” “don’t,” “please,” while their eyes moved frantically below their eyelids. “Baby?” you whispered, stroking their cheek softly, trying not to startle them awake.

You were about to lean in to kiss their cheek when they jerked again more violently, almost throwing you off them. Frantically saying, “No, don’t go,” “Don’t leave me,” “Y/N.” Your heart ached as you realized they were having a bad dream about you.

You leaned onto them more firmly and whispered into their ear, “I am right here, baby.” Their eyes continued to move frantically below their eyelids, so you softly brought your hand down to rub circles on their chest, trying to gently wake them.

“Come on, wake up, beautiful. It’s just a bad dream,” you said again a bit more loudly.

Their eyes opened wide in an instant, almost in a panic. They were still breathing heavily as their eyes scanned the dark room, confused. “Hey, baby, it’s okay. You're okay,” you said softly, stroking their cheek while trying to get them to look at you. Your eyes found theirs, wide-eyed with tears threatening to spill over.

The sight broke your heart. “Oh, baby,” you said as you leaned in to give them a tender kiss, resting your head on their chest to hug them tightly. Jordan instantly wrapped their arms around you as they released a heavy sigh. You continued to hold onto them as you heard their heartbeat return to its normal rhythm.

“Sorry, I woke you up,” Jordan said quietly after a few minutes had passed. You lifted your head up to look at them, shaking your head slightly. “No need to apologize, baby,” you said as you kissed their lips softly.

Knowing Jordan wasn’t the best with expressing their emotions, you tentatively asked, “Do you want to talk about it?” while continuing to stroke their cheek. They looked into your eyes for few seconds before closing their eyes and sighed, “Uhm… maybe in the morning.”

“Okay. I’m here whenever you need me,” you said, offering them a comforting smile. They pulled you tighter towards them, connecting your lips to theirs once again. The kiss was slow and gentle, both of you trying to savor every second of it. Jordan’s tongue softly swiped your bottom lip, needing more of you as their arms pulled you on top of them. You straddle their waist as they pulled you flush against their chest. You bit softly on their bottom lip as they pulled back, trying to catch their breath. Softly groaning as they tightly closed their eyes and leaned their head back into the pillow. You took that as an opportunity to press soft kisses all over their face and along their neck. You softly bit their shoulder as they pulled you impossibly close to them. You both released a happy sigh as you rested your head on the crook of their neck. Nuzzling closer to them as your hand drew lazy patterns on their chest.

Jordan kissed the top of your head as they said, “God, I fucken love you.” Tightening their hold around you. You smiled into their chest, happy to have your foul mouth partner back.

“I fucken love you too, baby,” you said grinning as you closed your eyes to go back to sleep on their chest.

Ugh, living for soft Jordan!

#gen v #jordan li #jordan li x reader #jordan li x gn!reader #jordan li x you #soft jordan

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adonisbeloveds · 1 year

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Sun and Moondrop taking care of a child reader

-Reader: no pronouns used + no gender implied -It/they for Sun and Moon

Requested: No/Yes

Warnings: None Disclamer: Characters personality, looks, ect may be different from canon due to either hc or author has just forgotten.

A/N: This is my first writting so I'm sorry if it isn't that good. All banners are made by me (the drawings and stuff are NOT mine, credits to the ones who drew them i just mixed them together and made banners)

^ Made by me

-☼ When you first walked in with your caregiver Sun was just doing their job, take the kid from their parents, get the kid checked in, than entertain them until naptime, after you said bye to your caregiver Sun took you into the sea of loud, messy and running children. -☼ You didn't really know what to do when Sun left you alone to go help other kids, so you just went off to play with the toys and be in your own little world, though not acting like the other kids around you, where still a kid, a kid who needed attention and attention was what you where going to have! -☼ Now having children who don't like playing, loud noises, and just can't handle overwhelming places where not uncommon for Sun, so it gave you your space but made sure to check up on you every once and a while, making sure your eating when its snack time, making sure you haven't left the daycare, asking if you wanted to join in with the other kids, ect. Sun was watching over the kids while they ate, it counted all the kids but found one missing, they looked around but couldn't see you anywhere near the eating tables, so they started looking around any corners or places you might be when it found you huddled in a small-ish place with blankets and pillows, you seemed tired and floating in and out of consciousness. "Oh little sunbeam, tired already?" Sun asked as they carefully picked you up and huddled you close in their arms and pulling the blanket over you "it is about naptime isn't it my little sunbeam" Sun said after booping your nose and walking back to the children to tell them its naptime.

^ Made by me

-☾ After Sun turned the lights off and all the children went to their sleeping bags Moon looked down and saw you half asleep in their arms, smiling softly it walked towards where the children where sleeping and sat down humming a small lullaby while holding you close to their lap. -☾ If you are one to have nightmares often or bad nightmares they will slowly wake you up and just softly reasure you that your safe in its arms, that no one and nothing can hurt you while they are here.

Moon was keeping a eye on all the children in a protective manner, being a almost second parent to most of the kids they took the role seriously, nothing was going to happen to you or the others. It felt movement in its arms and when it looked down and saw you looking up at them with grabby hands it softly smiled and held you so you where sitting on its leg. "Whats wrong little star? shouldn't a little star like you be sleeping?" Moon asks softly as to not wake up the other children. You looked up at them and whispered "puppet!" at first it took Moon a second before they smiled and patted your head "a puppet show? well if my little star wishes who am I to say no" Moon than placed you on the floor and went to get a flashflight. After a while other kids woke up to the puppet show while you sat in their lap and watched with amazment at the puppet show. Soon all the kids woke up, some watching the show and others playing around where Moon can see them, after a while the puppet show finished and Moon asked you to sit still while it goes to grab something and to put the flashlight back. When it came back it knelt down and showed two plushies, one of them and the other of Sun "Sun and I thought you would like them, so whenever your not here you have something to play with and to cuddle with when you sleep" Moon smiled softly as you grabbed the plushies and hugged them "thank!" they patted you on the head and went to turn the lights back on.

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mika-no-sekai-blog · 11 months

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Domestic life

Azriel's week: Day 4

Hosted by: @azrielappreciationweek

Word count: 1100+

Four broken ribs and numerous cuts and bruises. It felt just as bad as it was. Madja mended your broken bones, so you could at least breathe even though it still hurt. The rest would eventually heal on its own.

Azriel took you back to the House of Wind as soon as Madja allowed you to leave. He gently placed you on bed and looked around.

"Where can I find some proper comfy clothes for you," he asked trying to look anywhere but you.

It was only then you realized you were almost completely naked, few pieces of cloth hardly covering your intimate parts. "Over there," you pointed to small dresser under the window. Heat was burning your face and you wished you could hide somewhere. However at the moment you were glad you at least managed to remain conscious.

Azriel carefully opened one drawer after another warily examining the content. Finally he drew one of your favourite plushy shirts and soft sweatpants, your underwear hanging from his fingers of the other hand. You gasped, utterly mortified. You were more than sure that after this you wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes. Never.

Looking ashamed he turned to you and stepped closer to the bed. You would give anything in the world to be able to change on your own. You even considered asking him to call for Mor or any other female to help you, but he overtook you.

"I won't look. I promise," he murmured, face as red as yours.

"Ok," you mumbled, averting your face to the other side.

Azriel was so damn tender. All the time he was looking elsewhere as he promised while his hands lightly roamed over your body, collecting the fabric scraps that used to be clothes. The touch of his fingers was so light that you wouldn't feel it at all if it weren't for the sensitive bruises that covered you from head to toes. He was done dressing you up in no time.

"Do you need something?" he asked softly, looking down on you with still pink cheeks.

"I'm fine," you mumbled.

Azriel reached to the shadows and pulled out steaming mug. "It's tea from Madja." You accepted the mug and with his help drank it up. In an instant you became very sleepy. "Rest well," were the last words you heard before you dived into the realm of dreams.

You didn't have dreams, not real ones, maybe just one, but you weren't sure if it was dream or reality. You didn't remember it clearly. It seemed you woke up for a moment during the night and saw Azriel sitting next to you on the bed, squeezing your hand. He cried repeating the same words over and over. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's all my fault." You didn't know what happened after that because at that point the scene vanished. Maybe it was only dream after all.

You woke up in the morning and found Azriel in an armchair he shoved to the bed. He was reading pretty thick book, totally absorbed in the story. Even thought you already saw him with books in hands, you had never seen him actually read them. It was interesting sight. His features were way softer and he looked young and handsome and attractive and.. sexy. You shook head to get rid of the last thought. You shouldn't think about him that way.

The shadows rubbed against his ear and his eyes immediately shot up to you. He closed the book and put it aside.

"Hey. How do you feel?" he asked leaning closer. Now you could see dark circles under his eyes. He looked so tired. No doubt he sat there all night watching over you.

"Well, I feel like beaten dog, but except of that I'm good," grimacing you sat up. Shadowsinger pursed lips and the gesture reminded you of the strange dream. Looking at him you could see just tiredness and nothing else, so you decided to forget about it.

It took just few days until all your wounds and bruises healed. Azriel spent most of the time talking with you or reading his book in your room. You were curious and asked him what it is about, but his cheeks only turned pink and he didn't want to answer nor show you the book. Every member of inner circle came to visit you bringing books and sweets. Cassian even brought you his famous smoothie every morning. When Rhysand came to visit you except of his excessive care you got a work ban for entire month. No matter what you said he refused to change his mind. And so you sat in your room and didn't know what to do with so much free time.

A light knock that you already knew well, sounded on the doors and Azriel peeked in.

"What are you going to do today?" he asked.

"I have no idea. I'd like to go to library, but when I tried it yesterday, Clotho sent me away because of Rhys and his ban," you grunted.

"I'm going to the city. Don't you want to join me?"

"And what are you going to do? Because if it's going to be spying on someone, I'd rather stayed out of it. At least for some time," you grinned.

His jaw tightened, but he looked amused. "Nothing like that. I think you will like it." And so you went with Shadowsinger.

He led you through narrow streets for some time, finally stopping in front of small shop with lovely looking door and windows. Pleasant smell emanating from inside, made your stomach rumble.

"Where are we?" you asked.

Azriel hesitated and his wings rustled as he tugged them closer. "It's my favourite place that I like to visit when I want to have some rest from others," he muttered sheepishly.

You couldn't believe it. He looked more like the type of guy spending his free time at pleasure hall than in lovely cafes.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to know about your hideaway?"

"This isn't the only place I like to visit. I have others too," he smirked. "So shall we go in?"

"Sure," you grinned. Azriel held the door open for you. The place was so nice and cozy. You loved absolutely everything about it. Azriel ordered tea and four different cakes that you shared together. Even staff seemed to be friendly with scary Shadowsinger, so he really had to visit here often.

After that he took you for a walk, showing you some small, but beautiful and quiet gardens you had no idea that existed.

Thanks to Azriel you had a splendid day, not even once missing the library or books. You returned to the House of Wind tired, but happy and soon fell asleep.

#azrielappreciationweek2023 #az x reader #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel spymaster #azriel x you #azriel #acotar fanfiction #night court

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teyamloving12 · 2 years

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Ronal x female!reader smut where tonowaris gone away with Jake and they come back and have a foursome if your comfortable? X

Frustrated Wives

Warning: foursome, f x m x f x m, caught in the act, fingering, clit simulation, degradation, etc.

Pairing: Jake x Reader x Tonowari x Ronal

Synopsis: When Tonowari and Jake are away, Y/n and Ronal will play.

@neytirishottie @erenjaegerwifee

A/n: Anon you deserve the world for asking for part 2

Part 1 Part 2

Being the wife of Toruk Makto was not easy. He was always busy. You both didn't have action like when he was younger, especially since you give birth to your children. Without no one to talk to, you turned to the Tsahik of the Metkayina.

You two became closer than ever since she taught you the way of the water. You aided her in her pregnancy until she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. The bond grew stronger between Toruk Makto's wife and the Tsahik and Toruk Makto and the olo'eyktan.

You slept beside your husband and suddenly felt a shift from him. You woke up looking confused. "Ma Jake, where are you going?", he drew on his loincloth. "Tonowari and I are going on a hunt together and we'll be back before midnight.", he turned to you and gave you a kiss on the lips. "But Ma Jake you promised me that you and I would-", you said but he cut you off. "Baby girl I know but this is important, m'kay?", you claimed before kissing you again.

You sighed as you watched him leave the marūi. You were horny yet he prefers hunting over his own wife. You went to make breakfast so Tuk and the others could eat. You smiled at your children eating their food. Hi stood over Neteyam and rubbed his shoulders affectionately.

"You all should hurry up and go for your lessons before Aonung gets impatient again!", you laughed out. You kissed each of them on their forehead as they left. Tuk refused to leave. She hugged your waist, snuggling her head into your stomach. " You have to go Tuk!", you pleaded with your youngest.

"But I would to stay with you mama!", you rubbed her cheek and smiled. "I know my love but guess what? Tomorrow you and I will go ilu riding and not even the strongest tides and stop us!", you expanded her imagination with beautiful soon to be memories. She ran off with her siblings and Lo'ak waved you goodbye.

You walked towards Ronal's marūi. You smiled at the sight of seeing your new friend. You hugged her from behind tightly. Ronal touched your hand and smiled. She sat you down. When you sat beside you, you sighed in frustration and she turned to you.

"Ronal, I'm tired.", you started. "What is wrong, Ma Y/n?", she asked you in concern. " It is Ma Jake, he promised that him and I would try a little something today but as you know he accepted the hunt without thinking twice.", you blurted out. "Not to mention, it's like he changed. He is not like when he was younger, you know? Young and curious!", you continued.

Ronal smiled mournfully at you. She looked at you with eyes full of lust and pity.."I know, my friend. I understand you. Tonowari has been distant. But we relate to each other so why not satisfy ourselves?", you carefully thought of her suggestion. It was not a bad idea, afterall if Jake didn't do it, someone else would, right?

You smiled which gave her a heads up. She couldn't believe you agreed to it. You have never been with a woman before, Jake was here first and he continue to be the only one that pleased you. You shyfully took off your top and your loincloth. Her lustful gaze gave you a little bit of confidence. you straighten your posture just to impress her.

You watched carefully has she began to remove her clothes as well. You swore she was the most beautiful woman you've ever seen other than yourself of course! The heat that you felt this morning was back. You unconsciously reached for your clit trying to get rid of the feeling of sincere pleasure from the situation you are in. You moaned completing forgetting Ronal was right in front of you.

Who would have known cheating on your own husband would have so good? She crawled behind you and reached for your breasts hoping to give you the sensation that you longed for. You moaned from the sudden touch. Oh how you longed for this!

You felt yourself jolt from her fingers rubbed for puffy clit. Your back fell upon her shared bed with her husband. She attacked your neck hungrily and licked on the purple marks she left. She kissed your neck down to the sensitive buds on your breasts with her fingers still teased your clit. Your fingers still pumped inside of your soaked pussy.

You were about to com until you both heard voices in the marūi. Your eyes widen at the sight of Tonowari and your husband. You tried to push Ronal away from your breasts but she whined like a child. "Would you look at this Tonowari?", Jake said with a smirk on his face. Tonowari smiled at the sight of the two beautiful women. "Ronal, really!", Tonowari laughed out. She nuzzled her head between your breasts.

" Ma Jake, I swear it is not what it looks like.", you tried to explain. Ronal looked at you with the most deadly death stare. "Really, cause you were just begging me to fuck your slutty pussy!", your eyes widened at her statement. You sighed loudly. You turned your head only to see Jake and Tonowari removed their loincloth. Ronal looked at you and smirked. You were terrified.

You kneeled behind her watching as your husband grabbed her by the chin aggressively. "You're quite a slut for someone that insults my son!", Jake spat dirty remarks in her face as she kneeled before him. "I mean he's not a real Na'vi, I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, 'Toruk Makto'.", she said back. Jake got angrier and pushed his cock down her throat. Poor Ronal. She reminded you of your younger self who you could barely take Jake in your mouth. In which you do still struggle.

You watched in awe until Tonowari rubbed your cheek gaining your attention. " Don't worry pretty thing. I have no intention of being so rough with you", he said looking at his wife shed tears from barely taking Jake's cock.

"Could you open your mouth for me please?", he asked. You slowly grabbed his cock, smearing his precum over his huge shaft. You licked the tip before taking him into your mouth. He moaned after you almost reached the bottom of his shaft. You bobbed up on his cock while looking at a sobbed Ronal gagging on your husband's dick.

Tonowari was so gentle with you. You reached for your soaked pussy which juices dropped on the ground. Tonowari pushed your head down further, pushing the cum down your throat. Your eyes widen as you slowly came off his cock. He watched as kneeled obediently with his sperm on your tongue. Ronal fell to the ground with her eyes rolled back in pleasure with cum running from the sides of her mouth.

Jake grabbed her by her hair forcing Ronal to look at him. "I gonna fuck the shit outta you.", he said with venom in his tone. Ronal looked at Tonowari for help who just shrugged. Ronal screamed as Jake thrusted into her without warning. " You claim you don't want me yet your pussy is clenching around my cock like the whore you are!", he cursed at her.

Her face was being pushed into the ground. You looked at her with pity and a thought came to your head. Jake grabbed her hair forcing Ronal ride him. She moaned loudly from the position change. You rubbed his clit causing a scream to be released from her. " Baby girl you are so well behaved. Gonna treat you really good, m'kay?", he said to you watching as his wife licked Ronal's clit.

Ronal began to tremble on his cock. Tonowari walked behind you grabbing your nipples making you squeal. He licked the back of your neck. Goosebumps washed over your body. You felt his cock between your thighs. You sighed as it grazed over your clit. You lifted yourself up to push him inside of you. Your breath hitched. You continued to ride him as you watched Ronal squirt all over Jake's cock.

She fell to the ground. Jake walked over to you and panted your head as he watched your pussy slid up and down Tonowari's cock. He lined up his huge cock with your mouth. "Could you clean me up baby?",he asked with a pout. You took him entirely. He moaned again, Tonowari kept going even though it was clear you were overwhelmed.

You felt a sensation on your breasts, Ronal was sucking on your left breast while massaging the other. Your moans sent waves of vibration down Jake's cock. Tonowari and Jake were close, you could tell. Tonowari pulled you down on him by your hips. Ronal kept biting your poor nipples and Jake was forcing you to take him further.

Without warning, Jake came inside your mouth and Tonowari's sperm filled your womb as you finally released the knot in your stomach. You panted as Jake pulled out of your mouth. You kissed the tip of her dick and smiled. Maybe he didn't lose his touch after all these years. You fell on Tonowari's chest and Ronal and Jake on each side. You smiled at the tired figures that threatened to sleep. Jake needs to start going on hunts more often.

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mchlgayser · 2 years

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can you write one about bellingham where they’re married and they are arguing all the time so they’re thinking about divorcing but one day he saw her crying in their bedroom and he conforts her and realises how much he loves her

𓂃⭑ᜊ: REALIZATION ft jude bellingham

𓂃⭑ᜊ an: HELLO! Ok this is a GREAT idea! Icl I love it, I might do this all out I swear.

𓂃⭑ᜊ content warning: arguments, divorce, and breakdown

𓂃⭑ᜊ: @iwritesjud3's masterlist

'I can't fucking do this anymore!' He burst, and you sat there numb and in distress, you sit on the couch hands over your head as you sigh heavily 'Should we just... Separate, Jude?' You didn't meant it, you really don't it just kind of slipped out.

But maybe, maybe you meant it.

'..Yeah. I think that's for the best, it's just not working out like this.' He shakes his head, sitting down next to you 'Right.' You declared standing up and stare down at him 'I'm taking the guest room, you can sleep at the room.' Leaving him, you tread upstairs as fast as you can and lock the door.

When? When did it get to this? Did it just happen? You thought to yourself, eyes burning with hot tears cascading down your cheeks. Tired is what you are feeling.

'Can you stop being jealous all the time?!'

'Oh well, I'm sorry for being so jealous over a girl wrapping an arm around you!'

'We talked about this, come on! Do I have to bring it up all the fucking time?!'

'I am not your fucking maid, Y/n. Take out the trash yourself.'

'How many times do I have to tell you not to touch my things! You are so stubborn!'

'Where are you? I called you the millionth of times, I'm worried!'

'Mind your business'

'Oh my God! You are a drunk mess!'

'Fucking let go, Jude!~'

'It's four, why did you even bothered coming home?'

'Because I paid for it, go and stop bothering me Y/n!'

When you think thoroughly about it now, it hurts so bad your heart aching and hammers so loud. You cry the whole night with your body still attached on the door.

The next day you woke up, and you didn't see any signs of Jude 'He's probably at practice.' You murmured going around the yard to take a breather. This yard is one of your favorite parts of the house. It was green with grass, yellow with daisies, and red with roses. The koi fish pond and a small bridge over the pond. The swing. Every part of this yard are your favorite. Sad to think you'll have to leave the house so soon.

Well technically this house is both yours and Jude's after you got married but to think that you have to live with thousands of bad memories in this house, you feel hopeless just thinking about it. If you wanted to divorce and leave, then you need to start fresh.

You stay hours in the yard doing nothing but admiring it. One memory after another came gushing back to you

'Stop Jude, it tickles'

Spending hours in the yard, you both did nothing but talks with each other, joking around, getting to know each other even better.

'You're cheating, you are not supposed to look!'

Hiding the canvas on his chest, you both spent time painting what reminds you both of each other, filming. He drew a beautiful home, exclaiming that you always remind him of the 'home is a person' thing. Meanwhile, you drew a flutter of butterflies.

The reason is that every small thing about him caused your stomach to rabble butterflies.

'Oh my God! The sausages burnt!'

It was a funny memory indeed, you both got so lost in your world, admiring each other's details you forgot the sausages you grilled on the pan.

'I love...'

Sunset picnic you both religiously do every month, pinning what you both like most from the snacks, fruits and drinks.

Now that you think about it, when is the last time you both did it, two months ago? Perhaps four months ago. It just sort of disappeared into thin air.

Your eyes welled up with tears again, these memories constantly bring you down making it harder for you to leave. Can you do it? Abandoning everything about him?

You walk upstairs to your shared bedroom sit on the bed and look around, your stuff, facials, and makeup are still neatly placed on the table. The mattress created a faint smell of Jude's fresh minty cologne. The one you bought him for your first wedding anniversary. The curtains slightly open allowing the sun to peep in inside the dimmed light room.

Eyes boring around some more, your eyes fidgeted on the nightstand table's drawer, it was open subtle and you got up to open it to see what was inside. The contain managed to slip a small gasp out of your mouth, tears welling up again. It was a photo album of you and Jude since you were both friends.

You take out the album and open it to the first page. It was a photo of you and him taking selfies with ice cream and beside the picture, you wrote 'We got each other's fav ice cream!'

You skipped a few pages, and the next page you open was you and him cutting a cake on your wedding day, you are smiling down, and Jude gazing at you with wide stupid grin on his mouth.

Another picture on the bottom is you feeding him a small piece of cake, and throwing your head back, laughing while he boop icing on your nose.

Smiling at how lovey-dovey you two were before, without noticing a single stray of tear fall down your cheekbone. Skipping pages through pages, reminiscing the old good memories.

You held the album close to your chest, crying and wailing alone. Your tears freely escaped your sockets, you don't want to leave, never would you but you know, this is going nowhere. The marriage is something both you and Jude can't worked out together. Maybe this is the best. For him and his career.

Jude on the other hand just gotten home from training, he dropped his duffle bag and slumped on the living room couch, and close his eyes for a short sleep.

The gushing wind interrupted, he eyed up to the yard realizing that the balcony door is opened, the curtains pushed up and down because of the wind, he groan getting up to close the door.

He gazes the yard for a moment, now thinking of you. He tread ways upstairs to your shared bedroom. The door is open lightly and he peek in to see you on the bed, crying.

Your eyes are red and puffy, cheeks stained with tears. He slowly opens the door peeking his head in 'Y/n?' You jolted at the familiar voice, you hid the album away but it was too late.

Jude came and confronts you, he sat down beside you as the mattress dip 'What?' You stuttered out, eyes avoiding his gaze 'I just... Wanted to check up on you.'

You sighed 'We are separating soon Jude, no need to check up on me anymore, I'm fine.' He felt bad, really bad.

He thought to himself, how did this happen? Do you two just end up disliking each other and get spiteful every chance you get?

'I don't want to lose you, Y/n.' You gasp, eyes watering with salty tears 'No Jude, please don't say that. We both know that this is not working out anymore.' Out of instinct, he held your hand 'No! What we both said last night is purely angry talks, I said things I didn't mean and that's the same way for you! Please, I still love you, don't you love me?' You were hesitant 'I... Do but..'

'Then, that's enough for now, we'll try our best to go through this obstacle, we'll fight for each other just like we used to, alright?' You hum and nods at him

He takes you in his arms 'Thank God! I don't ever wanted to lose you.'

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psychospore · 2 years

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Unconventional Pain Reliever

Summary: you got a bad headache after going back from a mission and Loki offered an unconventional way to cure the pain.

Word count: 1057

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smut, fingering (f receiving)

You woke up with a throbbing headache and feeling nauseous. It always happens after exhausting your powers, and you have just gone back from a death-defying mission.

You popped in a few painkillers and hopefully go back to sleep but the pain was so intense you just end up tossing and turning, writhing in pain for god knows how long in your dark and cold room.

You were extremely exhausted at this point when you heard your door unlocking and you squinted and saw a silhouette of a tall man entering your room.

His soft voice then spoke, "Stark wanted me to check in on you to see if you're still alive,"

"Barely...bad headache, meds don't seem to be working" You mumbled

He closed and locked the door as he drew closer to you.

"That's no good. I can help you out if you want," he suggested, his voice seeming seductive.

"Fine, whatever it takes to take this horrible pain away.." you mustered

Slowly, he crawled from under your thick duvet, which surprised you. His hand started caressing your inner thighs. Norns, you were only wearing a thin silk nightgown underneath and no panties that day. You felt his warm breath on your mound which made you flinch and peeked at him under the cover.

"what the hell are you doing?" your eyes wide at him.

"Well, the best way to cure a headache is through an orgasm. And that's what I'm doing for you, my dear," he grinned, face inches away from your womanhood.

You wanted to retort in protest but before you could answer, he licked your pussy and started sucking on your clit. Your body gave in, leaving you wordless and succumbing to the pleasure he was giving you. You moaned as he started reaching out to caress your breast too.

He left your breast and licked his fingers. It made its way to your slick folds, and slowly inserted his digits inside. Your body slowly relaxed, opening your legs wide to accommodate him.

He continued to suck and circle your clit with his tongue as he rams 2 digits inside you in and out. You felt your core heating up and you started to grind your hips toward his face.

Norns it was so good that the pleasure was now overcoming the pain you were suffering from.

"oh, Loki I'm close... I'm coming.." barely a whisper.

"good girl, come for me darling.. come from my lips and fingers" he responded

You felt the sensation building up in your core and shortly releasing it in a warm flood, squirting it on Loki's face and fingers. You shuddered before your body went limp, the pain was now gone. You felt your body getting lighter and you felt better in an instant.

You deeply sighed, "thank you, Loki. It was a bit unconventional but it worked. I'd do anything to repay you," you declared.

"anything? I guess with you feeling better now, I can collect my payment" he responded, pulling the covers out and licking his fingers from your squirt

You raised a brow, "what are you thinking?" You were suspicious of his grinning face.

He looks down at your almost naked sweaty body on top of him, in your bed and you see his bulge about to burst out from its confines.

"turn around and bend over for me, love. Hand behind your back, and lift your pretty butt up towards me. I'll make sure that your headache won't be coming back anytime soon."

You turned around, face smushed in the pillow with your hands behind your back. You were embarrassed when you arched your back, your gaping pussy and butthole straight for him to see.

He pulled down his trousers, his cock raging to be inside you. He wet the tip with his saliva before brushing it teasingly onto your still-wet folds. You winced, you wanted him inside you so bad now.

"tell me what you want, darling." In a commanding voice.

"fuck me, please. Ram your filthy cock inside my drenched pussy, make sure that this headache doesn't come back any time soon" your muffled voice responded.

"good, good" he slapped your ass before driving his thick cock inside you. You wiggled a bit to accommodate his huge member but it only stimulated him to drive himself deeper inside you.

His balls slap your clit as he pistons inside you. You could barely lift your head as your eyes rolled out in pleasure. He held you by the wrists with one hand and used his other to slap your reddening ass.

You felt his member throbbing, about to burst. He lets go of your wrists and proceeds to grab your waist to make sure you take everything of him inside you.

"I'm about to come again, Loki" you grit your teeth, whimpering.

"go on love, come for me" as soon as he said that, you bucked your hips towards him, his cock hitting your cervix drove you into a climax as spurts of fluid coated his cock, and overflowing outside your pussy, dripping and drenching your bed.

"amazing, darling. I am about to burst too. Let me fill you with my seed," he groaned.

He climaxed inside you, and you felt his warmness filling you from the inside. He pulled out and slumped beside you. Both of you are now covered in sweat and sex.

"you did great, darling," he said, planting a lazy kiss on your forehead.

"mmhmm .." you responded as a mist of seidr cleaned you both.

He stood up shortly, now back into his regular clothes.

"at least, you know who to call now in case you need a headache reliever" he smirked.

"thanks again," you faintly smiled from your bed.

"and oh, Stark wanted me to give it to you. He knows you get a headache when you come back from your mission but I know better" he hands you a pack of stronger painkillers.

"Loki!" You screamed at him, processing what just happened.

"See you around, darling," he winks as he hurriedly exits your room.

"jerk" you mumbled under your breath as you held the medicine Stark wanted to give you. I guess you could choose a natural option of ridding your headache now that Loki's around.

You shuffled under the cover and finally got some well-needed sleep.

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waterdeep-weavemoss · 3 months

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Relinquish

For @aryancunin - I hope you enjoy this one my lovely 💜

Gale watches as the woman he loves falls for someone else. One sided Gale x F!Tav, Astarion x F!Tav

@boufsy @owlseeyoulaterpal @lanafofana

@miradelletarot @marlowethebard @silent-words

@netherese0rb @sorceresssundries @mumms-the-word

'It's easy to say but it's never the same, I guess I kinda liked the way you helped me escape.' - Someone You Loved, Lewis Capaldi

The pale elf was watching her. Upon return to camp, his eyes would flick up from his book and track Tav’s movements; Subtle, but it wasn’t enough when Gale was doing the same. To protect her, he thought. She was like spring; her smile dazzled with the warmth of golden hour, her touch gentle as rain. She wore flowers in her hair, laughed so often it buoyed his heart just to hear it. To him she was the Weave incarnate: beauty and poetry and all he wanted. Maybe it was too soon, but he couldn’t help it.

Astarion watched her in a way that was guarded and false. He mirrored her movements consciously, relaxing when she turned away. None of his smiles met his eyes. Gale contrived to remain close to her, just in case.

And then one night, when he couldn’t sleep, he rolled over to find him on top of her. The sudden tangle of jealousy in his belly frightened him: for so many years now he had not dared to feel anything for anyone other than his goddess. And now, lying on a bedroll in his open tent, he thought he might be sick with the intensity of it. Unable to look away, he watched as Astarion ghosted a hand down her cheek, leaned forward and- and-

‘Gods above,’ breathed Gale, near silent. He bit her. Astarion’s eyes fluttered closed in bliss, Tav’s hands clutching his upper arms. He heard her murmur something and the vampire drew back, her blood staining his lips. Gale rolled over, his disgust robbing him of sleep.

The next morning, he busied himself with the cookpot, making a restorative broth. His heart sank when he saw how pale she was when she woke. ‘Morning Tav,’ he said softly.

‘Hey Gale,’ she said. ‘You look as bad as I feel. Is that broth?’

‘Mhm. It’s ready, if you want some. Nice and warming.’

‘You angel,’ she said, taking a bowl and kissing him on the cheek. Warmth infused him head to toe, heart fluttering in response.

‘I think that’s you,’ he replied before he could stop himself.

‘Hah. You charmer.’ She lifted the bowl to her lips and sighed in contentment. ‘Perfect as always. Thank you.’ She turned, and Astarion caught her wrist.

‘Morning darling,’ he said. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘Oh, fine. Kind of faint but nothing terrible.’

‘Ready to move out?’

‘Absolutely. I could do with gutting a few goblins.’

Many nights afterward, Gale slept light and would hear Tav and Astarion talk. She divulged her past, how she’d been so lonely and unappreciated before. I’d appreciate you, he couldn’t help thinking. Tav, I would worship the ground you walk on. Hells, I already do.

Astarion’s replies were too soft for him to hear, but she laughed in response, quietly so nobody would wake. A little giggle Gale had never heard before. It was just for him. Just for the vampire. Gale tried praying. He conjured Mystra’s image. He spoke to her like he used to. The orb within hungered, its yawning dark inside his heart and head, clouding his thoughts. I could kill him. Make up some excuse. She’d believe me, I know she would. She’s too sweet not to. But that would break her heart.

One morning she walked into camp just after dawn, fresh puncture marks on her neck, lips pink and swollen, hair a mess. His stomach dropped, but she looked absolutely radiant. Because of him.

She was the daylight in these cursed lands. He felt restored around her, alive. He was going to die soon, and even the promise of a death that meant something didn’t stop the fear from consuming his thoughts. Every day he was closer to his own end. All he wanted was for Tav to smile at him like she did at Astarion, and every day he left a little more of his heart with her.

One night, if they could even tell what was night and day, Astarion grabbed Tav’s wrist. Gale watched from his tent, grateful that he wasn’t being as quiet as usual.

‘You deserve something real.’ Genuine emotion. He cares about her. Gale felt gratitude, tinged with sadness as it was, swell in his chest. She does deserve something real, he privately agreed.

They started kissing openly. It was like a dagger to the heart each time, but she was so happy. She shone.

‘Gale,’ she said, some time afterward. ‘You know I adore you, right?’

‘What?’ His heart raced. She can’t be serious.

‘You’re one of the best friends I ever had,’ she said, kissing his cheek. ‘I know you were trying to protect me from him, in the beginning. But I love him. Genuinely. And he loves me back. He wouldn’t want me to say just how much, but he can be soft too. But Gale…’ She gave him a look so soft and gentle and loving he felt tears in his eyes. ‘You’re not blowing yourself up, do you hear? I need you. I love him, yes. I know it hurts you, and I’m sorry. But I cherish our friendship so much. Don’t you dare leave me.’

‘Never,’ he choked out, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. ‘I’d never do that.’

Astarion was overcome with fear. Gale could see that the blood soaking the floor of Cazador’s dungeon had got to his head. The vampire lord lay at his feet.

‘I can do this,’ he said, turning to Tav. ‘Please help me, my love. I need you.’

‘I won’t let you do this,’ said Tav. Her voice was a salve, soothing. ‘You’re more than this, Astarion. I love you. You can make the right choice.’

‘You’re right,’ he said quietly. ‘I can be better.’ Gale watched as he picked up the blade and plunged it into Cazador over and over, screaming. He sank to his knees and sobbed, and Gale found he was weeping for him, too. Tav fell to her knees next to him in the blood and reached out a cautious hand. Astarion crushed her to him and cried into her shoulder, great sobs that shook them both. She stroked his hair, murmuring softly.

My friends, Gale thought to himself. These people I love. They deserve one another.

That night, he slept soundly. He’d let her go, and there was no pain. Because she was happy, and Astarion was happy, and Gale was alive to see them blossom.

#astarion x tav #one sided gale x tav #god this one hurt so much #mine

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Day 18 - Socialization Day

This morning Drew woke up in a bad mood, but fortunately she didn't have to bear it alone. Liana was conveniently in the Star-Shine's trailer as the toilet in the Big-Name's trailer was under repair, and when she saw Drew looking sad, she came right to the rescue! They decided to spend their breakfast together.

Meanwhile, Flo was all over Coffee when Coffee revealed she's fluent in 7 languages, having most recently became fluent in Tomarani. Flo spent the entirety of breakfast begging Coffee to teach her some Tomarani words!

After breakfast was over though, Flo went right back to very-obviously spying on Enzo and Paulina again. This time the couple seemed to take notice of it, but neither of them confronted her.

Enzo and Paulina decided to leave to get those unwanted eyes off of them. Soon, the only thing they're thinking about is each other, and... our camera crew captured their first kiss beautifully! Just look at how tender Enzo looks! 🥹

Coffee doesn't need a lot of attention to stay happy. Having Flo all over her was more than enough to satisfy her social need for the day, so she spent the rest of it roasting marshmallows by the fire. Even though Coffee wasn't meant to be a contestant on this show, she's definitely making the most of it!

Back at the mess hall, Takashi tried to tell Paulina fake bad news, thinking she'd find it funny, but sadly he was mistaken. Paulina lashed out and called him out on his BS... Ouch.

Other than the little bump in the road between Takashi and Paulina, everyone still in the game is rather close with each other. There really hasn't been that much discourse! It's a little ironic, since this season's cast is definitely more eccentric than last season's, but perhaps that's also why everyone gets along so well? I honestly don't know!

But of course, this is Total Drama Sims, and as we continue picking off contestants one by one, there's no doubt things will stay interesting around here.

Today's Confessional: Paulina Callaway

"What was Flo doing earlier today? She looked like she was spying on me and Enzo... It was very weird and I felt a little creeped out, so we left, but... I hope she isn't doing anything suspicious. I'm gonna keep a close eye on her."

@bloomingkyras @witheringscreations @akitasimblr @cowplant-ate-my-sim @seyvia

@riverofjazzsims @stargazer-sims

#TDS2 #Liana Morris by bloomingkyras #Drew Pinto by witheringscreations #Flo Harper by akitsimblr #Paulina Callaway by cowplant-ate-my-sim #Enzo Espinoza by seyvia #Coffee Bean by riverofjazzsims #Takashi Abbottsford by stargazer-sims

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Waking Up In Dallas: November 22, 1963.

Two American Presidents woke up in Dallas, Texas, on November 22, 1963. Neither of them were the two men who actually served as President on that tragic day -- John F. Kennedy or Lyndon B. Johnson.

The 37th President of the United States, 50-year-old Richard Nixon, had arrived in Dallas on November 20th for a conference of the American Bottlers of Carbonated Beverages on behalf of Pepsi-Cola, a company that his New York law firm was representing. On November 21st, Nixon sat down with reporters in his room at the Baker Hotel, where he criticized many of the policies of President Kennedy, his 1960 opponent, who would be arriving in Dallas the next day. That night, Nixon and Pepsi executives including actress Joan Crawford, who had been married to Pepsi's chairman, Alfred Steele, until his death in 1959, were entertained at the Statler Hilton.

In the early morning of November 22nd, a car dropped Nixon off, alone, at Love Field, the Dallas airport that would host President and Mrs. Kennedy, Vice President Johnson and Mrs. Johnson, and Texas Governor John Connally and his wife in just a few hours. Nixon later remembered the flags and signs displayed along the motorcade route that Kennedy would soon follow. Nixon approached the American Airlines ticket counter to check-in for his flight to New York City and told the attendant, "It looks like you're going to have a big day today."

Nixon landed several hours later in New York at an airport that would be renamed after John F. Kennedy a month later. He described what happened next in his 1978 autobiography, RN: The Memoirs of Richard Nixon:

Arriving in New York, I hailed a cab home. We drove through Queens toward the 59th Street Bridge, and as we stopped at a traffic light, a man rushed over from the curb and started talking to the driver. I heard him say, "Do you have a radio in your cab? I just heard that Kennedy was shot." We had no radio, and as we continued into Manhattan a hundred thoughts rushed through my mind. The man could have been crazy or a macabre prankster. He could have been mistaken about what he had heard; or perhaps a gunman might have shot at Kennedy but missed or only wounded him. I refused to believe that he could have been killed. As the cab drew up in front of my building, the doorman ran out. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. "Oh, Mr. Nixon, have you heard, sir?" he asked. "It's just terrible. They've killed President Kennedy."

The close 1960 Presidential election changed the relationship between Richard Nixon and John F. Kennedy, but they had once been very close. When they first entered Congress together in 1947, they considered each other personal friends, and when Nixon ran for the Senate from California in 1950, JFK stopped into Nixon's office and dropped off a financial contribution to Nixon's campaign from Kennedy's father. Nixon would later write that he felt as bad on the night of Kennedy's assassination as he had when he lost two brothers to tuberculosis when he was very young. That night, he wrote an emotional letter to Jacqueline Kennedy:

Dear Jackie, In this tragic hour Pat and I want you to know that our thoughts and prayers are with you. While the hand of fate made Jack and me political opponents I always cherished the fact that we were personal friends from the time we came to the Congress together in 1947. That friendship evidenced itself in many ways including the invitation we received to attend your wedding. Nothing I could say now could add to the splendid tributes which have come from throughout the world to him. But I want you to know that the nation will also be forever grateful for your service as First Lady. You brought to the White House charm, beauty and elegance as the official hostess of America, and the mystique of the young in heart which was uniquely yours made an indelible impression on the American consciousness. If in the days ahead we could be helpful in any way we shall be honored to be at your command. Sincerely, Dick Nixon

••• On the morning of November 22, 1963, the 41st President of the United States also woke up in Dallas, Texas. George Herbert Walker Bush was the 39-year-old president of the Zapata Off-Shore Drilling Company and chairman of the Harris County, Texas Republican Party, and had stayed the night of November 21st at the Dallas Sheraton alongside his wife, Barbara. Bush was planning a bid for the U.S. Senate in 1964 and making the rounds to line up support amongst many Texans who considered him far too moderate. One of the groups that was strongest in opposition to Bush was the ultra-right wing John Birch Society, which had recently been lodging vehement protests against President Kennedy's upcoming visit to Dallas.

Conspiracy theorists claim that there were far more sinister motives for George Bush being in Dallas on November 22, 1963. Some claim that Bush was a secret CIA operative involved in planning or even carrying out the assassination of President Kennedy. Some even argue that a grainy photograph of a man resembling Bush taken shortly after the assassination proves that Bush was actually in Dealey Plaza at the time of Kennedy's shooting.

He wasn't. He wasn't even in Dallas. We know where George Herbert Walker Bush was at the time of JFK's assassination -- we have plenty of eyewitnesses who can confirm it. While Lee Harvey Oswald was shooting President Kennedy, George Bush was about 100 miles away from Dallas, in Tyler, Texas, speaking at a Kiwanis Club luncheon. Like Nixon, Bush and his wife, Barbara, had also boarded a plane that morning in Dallas -- a private plane that transported them to Tyler for the Kiwanis Club event. While Bush was speaking, word of the President's assassination reached the luncheon and the local club president, Wendell Cherry, leaned over and gave the news to Bush. Bush quickly notified the crowd, and said, "In view of the President's death, I consider it inappropriate to continue with a political speech at this time." He ended his speech and sat down while the luncheon broke up in stunned silence.

Bush's wife, Barbara, wasn't at the Kiwanis Club luncheon. While her husband was speaking, Barbara Bush went to a beauty parlor in Tyler to get her hair styled. As her hair was being done, Barbara began writing a letter to family and heard the news over the radio that JFK had been shot and then that the President had died. In her 1994 memoir, Barbara included the letter, part of which said:

I am writing this at the Beauty Parlor, and the radio says that the President has been shot. Oh Texas -- my Texas -- my God -- let's hope it's not true. I am sick at heart as we all are. Yes, the story is true and the Governor also. How hateful some people are. Since, the beauty parlor, the President has died. We are once again on a plane. This time a commercial plane. Poppy (George H.W. Bush's family nickname) picked me up at the beauty parlor -- we went right to the airport, flew to Ft. Worth and dropped Mr. Zeppo off (we were on his plane) and flew back to Dallas. We had to circle the field while the second Presidential plane took off. Immediately, Pop got tickets back to Houston, and here we are flying home. We are sick at heart. The tales the radio reporters tell of Jackie Kennedy are the bravest. We are hoping that it is not some far-right nut, but a "commie" nut. You understand that we know they are both nuts, but just hope that it is not a Texan and not an American at all. I am amazed by the rapid-fire thinking and planning that has already been done. LBJ has been the President for some time now -- two hours at least and it is only 4:30. My dearest love to you all, Bar

As Barbara Bush noted in her letter, the Bushes did not stay another night at the Dallas Sheraton on November 22nd, as they had originally planned. They returned to Dallas on the private jet that had transported them to Tyler earlier in the day, and caught a commercial flight home to Houston. The "second Presidential plane" that took off while Bush's plane circled Love Field was the plane that had transported Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson to Dallas earlier that day, Air Force Two. Johnson was already heading back to Washington, now on Air Force One, with the casket of John F. Kennedy.

••• The 37th President of the United States and the 41st President of the United States woke up in Dallas, Texas on the morning of November 22, 1963. The 31st President, 89-year-old Herbert Hoover, was in failing health in the elegant suite he called home at New York's Waldorf-Astoria. Within the next few weeks, he would be visited by the new President, Lyndon Johnson, and President Kennedy's grieving widow, Jackie, and the President's brother, Attorney General Bobby Kennedy. The 33rd President, 79-year-old Harry Truman, learned of JFK's death in Missouri, while the 34th President, 73-year-old Dwight D. Eisenhower, heard of the assassination while attending a meeting at the United Nations in New York. Truman and Eisenhower would squash a long, bitter personal feud that weekend while attending Kennedy's funeral in Washington. The 38th President, 50-year-old Michigan Congressman Gerald Ford, was driving home with his wife Betty after attending a parent conference with their son Jack's teacher when they heard the news on the radio in their car. Two days later, President Johnson would call on Ford to serve on the Warren Commission investigating the assassination.

The 39th President, Jimmy Carter was 39 years old and had just gotten off a tractor near the warehouse of his Plains, Georgia peanut farm when a group of farmers informed him of the news of the shooting. Carter found a quiet area, kneeled down in prayer, and when he heard that Kennedy had died, cried for the first time since his father had died ten years earlier. Ronald Reagan, the 40th President, was 52 years old and preparing for a run as Governor of California. A little more than 17 years later, the now-President Reagan would also be shot by a lone gunman in the middle of the day. While Reagan would survive the attempt on his life, it was very nearly fatal and reminded his wife, Nancy, of November 22, 1963. As she was transported to George Washington Hospital following Reagan's shooting, Nancy would later note, "As my mind raced, I flashed to scenes of Parkland Memorial Hospital in Texas, and the day President Kennedy was shot. I had been driving down San Vicente Boulevard in Los Angeles when a bulletin came over the car radio. Now, more than seventeen years later, I prayed that history would not be repeated, that Washington would not become another Dallas. That my husband would live."

The 41st President, Bill Clinton, and the 43rd President, George W. Bush, were both 17 years old and in school -- Bush at the Phillips Academy in Andover, Massachusetts, and Clinton at Hot Springs High School in Hot Springs, Arkansas. Clinton was in his fourth period calculus class when his teacher was called out of the room and returned to announce that President Kennedy had been killed. Four months earlier, Clinton had traveled to Washington with the Boys Nation program and, during a ceremony in the Rose Garden of the White House, pushed his way to the front of the line and shook President Kennedy's hand. The 44th President, Barack Obama, was a 2-year-old living in Hawaii.

••• The 35th President, 46-year-old John F. Kennedy, would die in Dallas on November 22, 1963. Lyndon B. Johnson, 55, would become the 36th President in Dallas that day. But they woke up that morning in Fort Worth at the Texas Hotel. Kennedy had slept the last night of his life in suite 850 on the eighth floor, now the Presidential suite. LBJ had slept the last night of his Vice Presidency in the much more expensive and elegant Will Rogers Suite on the thirteenth floor. The Secret Service had vetoed the Will Rogers Suite for the President because it was more difficult to secure. It was raining in Fort Worth as they woke up, but the skies had cleared by the time they landed in Dallas. Before breakfast, President Kennedy, Vice President Johnson, and Texas Governor John Connally headed outside and briefly addressed a crowd that had gathered long before the sun had come up in hopes of seeing JFK. Jacqueline Kennedy didn't accompany them outside and President Kennedy joked to the crowd, "Mrs. Kennedy is organizing herself. It takes her a little longer but, of course, she looks better than we do when she does it."

Afterward, they headed inside for breakfast in the Texas Hotel's Grand Ballroom with several hundred guests. The President sent for Mrs. Kennedy to join them, and her late arrival to the breakfast excited the guests in the ballroom. When the President spoke to the group, he joked again, "Two years ago I introduced myself in Paris as the man who had accompanied Mrs. Kennedy to Paris. I'm getting somewhat that same sensation as I travel around Texas." Then he noted, "Nobody wonders what Lyndon and I wear."

When the breakfast ended, the Kennedys headed upstairs and had an hour or so to wait before heading to the airport for the short flight to Dallas. It was during this time that Jackie Kennedy saw a hateful ad placed in that morning's Dallas Morning News accusing President Kennedy of collusion with Communists and treasnous activity. Trying to calm Jackie down, the President joked, "Oh, we're heading into nut country today." But a few minutes later, Jackie overheard Kennedy telling his aide, Ken O'Donnell, "It would not be a very difficult job to shoot the President of the United States. All you'd have to do is get up in a high building with a high-powered rifle with a telescopic sight, and there's nothing anybody can do."

••• Even though the trip from Fort Worth's Carswell Air Force Base to Dallas's Love Field would only take thirteen minutes by air, the trip to Texas was first-and-foremost a political trip -- a kickoff of sorts to JFK's 1964 re-election campaign -- and a grand entrance was needed. So, JFK and Jackie boarded the plane usually used as Air Force One, LBJ and Lady Bird Johnson boarded the plane usually used by the Vice President, Air Force Two, and the huge Presidential party took to the skies, covering thirty miles in thirteen minutes, in order to get the big Dallas welcome that they were hoping for. They landed in Dallas at 11:40 AM, and President Kennedy looked out the window of his plane, saw a big, happy crowd, and told Ken O'Donnell, "This trip is turning out to be terrific. Here we are in Dallas, and it looks like everything in Texas is going to be fine for us."

At 2:47 PM -- just three hours and seven minutes later -- everyone was back on Air Force One as the plane climbed off of the Love Field runway and into the Dallas sky. John F. Kennedy, the 35th President, was in a casket wedged into a space in the rear of Air Force One where two rows of seats had been removed so that it would be fit. Lyndon B. Johnson had officially been sworn in as the 36th President about ten minutes earlier on the plane by federal judge Sarah T. Hughes. On one side of Johnson while he took the oath was his wife, Lady Bird, and on the other side, the widowed former First Lady, Jackie Kennedy, still wearing a pink dress splattered with her husband's blood and brain matter.

Two American Presidents woke up in Dallas on November 22, 1963 -- Richard Nixon and George H.W. Bush -- but they weren't in town when John F. Kennedy was assassinated, no matter how many ways conspiracy theorists try to twist the story. The President who died in Dallas that day, John F. Kennedy, and the man who became President in Dallas that day, Lyndon B. Johnson, woke up in Fort Worth on the morning of November 22, 1963. But they'll be forever linked with Dallas -- and the world that woke up the next morning would never be the same again.

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A Heavy Heart

ღPairing: Director! Park Seonghwa x Professor of Dreams! Reader (f) x Professor of Battle! (General) Hongjoong

ღGenre: angst, suggestive

ღTrope: enemies to lovers, exes to lovers

ღAu: Modern Wizardry School au, Professors au, white and black magic au, army au

ღWord Count: 4,604

ღWarnings: mentions of being smothered, war, death, fighting, drinking, reminiscing about fallen comrades

ღRated: 18+ MDNI

ღSummary: things get serious with seonghwa, even in your dreams, and hongjoong digs into the past in order to prepare for the future

ღBeta's: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland

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“Good morning, Lover.”

You groaned and buried further under the covers. “Don’t start with me, Seonghwa.”

Phantom hands pulled the luxurious blankets back and allowed Seonghwa the freedom to draw a finger down your spine. “Start what?” Seonghwa purred.

You sighed and opened your eyes. There was Seonghwa, an arm tucked under his head and an amused smile on his face. He enjoyed the fact that sometimes you slept over a little too much. “Unless you want a real fight this morning, just stop.”

Your grumpy declaration only made Seonghwa’s smile grow wider. “I could start something if you’d like.”

The finger that had been tenderly stroking up and down your naked back found the back of your neck and pushed you so deep into the pillows that you couldn't breathe. You struggled despite the pleased smile Seonghwa had on his face, but he wouldn’t stop smothering you.

Then you woke up with a gasp, sitting up, a hand on your chest.

“What’s wrong?” Years of fighting had Seonghwa up and aware immediately, albeit his hair messed up a bit from sleeping.

You dropped your gaze before he could read your face. “Nothing. Bad dream.”

Seonghwa’s hand rubbed your back in reassurance. “One would think the mistress of dreams could slay her bad dreams,” Seonghwa mused out loud.

“Yeah, well,” you tucked some of your hair behind your ear. “Dreams are wild. You can’t control all of them.”

Seonghwa wrapped his arms around you and brought you backward with him, lying down again. “I know someone who could excuse you from having to work.”

You clucked your tongue at him. “It’s not that bad.” You struggled but to no avail; Seonghwa wasn’t letting you go so soon.

“Then perhaps you’ll let me indulge you in other ways,” Seonghwa purred in your ear.

“Stop it,” you warned him.

The dream was trying to tell you what you already knew. Seonghwa was smothering you. He was in every nook and cranny of your life now, and you didn’t feel comforted by it.

Oddly enough, Seonghwa let you go. “At least let me make you breakfast before you go back to your room?” Seonghwa asked hopefully.

You shook your head, pushing out of the bed and looking for your clothes. When you found your blouse, you turned around, and a phantom hand was holding your skirt. You grabbed it and responded. “I’m not hungry. Thank you.”

As you sat in a plush chair and rolled on your thigh-highs, Seonghwa pushed, like he always did. “You’d tell me if something was wrong… right?”

You casted a glance his way, and even though he looked much like an erotic painting, bare chest out, hair mussed and blankets barely covering him decently, his face was raw with worry. You hated when he did that.

You laughed bitterly. “I tell you everything. How did you so eloquently put it? Oh yes, you just choose to ignore it.”

“You won’t tell me about the dream?” Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.

You shook your head. “I just need some room to breathe.”

Seonghwa drew patterns into the blanket on his lap. “You won’t tell him about the dream either, will you?”

You sighed. “No, I won’t tell Hongjoong about my dream.”

Seonghwa beamed. “Then I can let it go.”

“Ridiculous,” you muttered under your breath and made your way back to your rooms so you could prepare for the day of school.

You struggled with your classes but somehow managed to make it through the day. By the time lunch hit, however, you were dealt a different hand of problems.

“Professor?” You looked up from your soup and found Hongjoong standing hopefully with his tray from the cafeteria in the teacher’s lounge.

You jerked your head, showing that he could sit down across from you. He hooked a foot around the leg of the chair and pushed it out for himself. But instead of talking to you, he fiddled with his silverware and turned his plate.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Hongjoong, spit it out.”

Hongjoong sent a hopeful look your way. “Do you think you could come and talk to my class today?”

Well, you didn’t see that coming. “I don’t think I would be very insightful about battle tactics, Professor Kim.”

Hongjoong took a bite of his steak and chewed for a while. After he swallowed, he continued. “No matter what I do, I can’t dissuade the students that there’s glory in war. They view my mythos with stars in their eyes. I want you to tell them the other side of that story. How it is to wait for your comrades to come back. How it feels when they don’t. They need to know the heavy emotional and mental damage it does to you.”

You spun your spoon in your soup absentmindedly. “I’m not sure I’d be up to that.”

Hongjoong reached across the table to place his hand over yours but thought better of it and stopped short of touching you. “I know I’m asking a lot. But I really think the students need a dose of reality.”

You raised your head and found that Hongjoong’s eyebrows were furrowed with concern. You felt the urge to lean over the table and smooth the frown out but resisted. So much for sex with no strings attached.

“I have my last class with the third years. I’ll just give them a free study period and make my way over,” you sighed.

Hongjoong opened his mouth like he wanted to say more, eyes still on you, heavy with emotion. He pasted on a weak smile and nodded. The two of you ate in silence after that, too concerned with your inner turmoil and old memories to speak again.

Your students were elated that they were giving them a free period, but you heavily suggested that if they didn’t do their readings, they were going to have a nasty surprise tomorrow morning, aka a pop quiz. They groaned but were too happy to have the chance to study in the warm autumn air to be too let down. You meandered your way to the academy’s auditorium, which had been quickly made over to accommodate Hongjoong’s curriculum of teaching battle spells and strategies.

Hongjoong was in the middle of a lecture when his eyes found your form entering his realm immediately. He nodded tightly, and some students even turned around to see who he was acknowledging. A few students began to murmur and whisper behind their hands, and you felt the muscles in your back tighten. You should have told Hongjoong you would do this tomorrow, but you felt like you’d push it off if you didn’t latch onto it today. But the bad dream you had this morning didn’t exactly set you up for success.

“I’ve called the Mistress of Dreams to our class today because I would like you all to hear a firsthand telling of what it’s like to survive a war,” Hongjoong introduced you.

You ducked your head and walked to the front of the class where Hongjoong stood. A student raised his hand, and you nodded that he could ask his question.

“You were in the war with Professor Kim?” He asked.

You couldn't help but take the stance you hadn't taken in a good amount of years, standing beside Hongjoong. It felt like slipping back into a set of clothing you knew well. “I served beneath General Kim when he was a captain.”

“Have you seen him fight?”

“Is it true what they say? That he’s faster than the speed of light?”

“Have you killed anyone before?”

The questions came out left, right and center, and you sighed. You were about to use your sharp teacher’s voice when one student asked the question that hit you below the belt.

“My father told me that Professor Kim had a lover in the army.”

Your eyes sought out the student who had voiced their opinion. It was a male student who liked to stir the pot and cause drama in the school. You were very familiar with him. You narrowed your eyes down at him, but he preened because he was very much getting a lot of attention right now.

“I’m not here to speak of rumors,” you declared.

“But I saw you eating lunch with Professor Kim,” another student pointed out. “It looked like--”

“Class.” Hongjoong stern voice cracked through all the chaos, making every student, and even you, stand a little bit straighter. “I will not hear another word out of your mouth until Mistress Dreams has finished her lecture.”

And that, apparently, was that.

“When I first joined the war, I was fresh out of school, around your age. I was eager to join the fight. I wanted to do my part to help protect my people. But you have to understand it was a different time than what you currently are enjoying. I was fed a lot of misinformation about black magic users. My mind was full of hatred for the enemy, and I was ready to do anything it took to win. No one prepared me for what I would go through, however. I was a part of the Intelligence Corp, so I didn’t do much fighting. I dug for information that could help our army. But I did see what was left of the soldier that did come back from the fight.

“I helped in the Medical Division sometimes because they were always in need of more hands. My gift with dreams allowed some to dive into a sleeping state and were distracted from their pain with a happy dream. But the horrors I witnessed in those tents… the missing limbs, the calling out for the loved ones, the anguish in their voices. I saw comrades come back with glassy eyes, void of all emotion, drained of all their feelings. Some never came back. Hope was sucked out of so many of my comrades.

“I was like you once, full of hope and pride to fight for my people. But I left the army knowing that I caused damage to other humans and other magic users, and I can never take that hurt back.”

You stepped back and lowered your head, feeling tears prick your eyes. Hongjoong offered you a handkerchief, and you took it.

“You won’t understand, not completely, I know this,” Hongjoong spoke up, stepping forward and gently pushing you behind him. “I can’t prepare you for your first battle, not mentally. Some of you may freeze up, some of you may dash ahead, and some of you will have the level-head for a battle. But I can show you what to do to defend yourself and to attack. And that will have to suffice. Class dismissed.”

The students shuffled out, still speaking to each other in hushed tones and shooting careful glances at you and Hongjoong, but luckily, no one approached either of you.

“Lieutenant?” Hongjoong finally put a hand on your arm tentatively.

“I’m…” You couldn't say you were fine, honestly. “I’ll recover,” you settled with instead.

You gave back Hongjoong’s handkerchief but his hands wrapped around your own, not letting you pull away like you intended. “We should go to the Blue Bird, get a drink.”

“I dunno, Hongjoong,” You hesitated.

“Isn’t that what old comrades do? Drink and tell stories about their fallen friends?” Hongjoong persisted.

“Listen, Kim Hongjoong, I just got back into Wooyoung’s good graces, I do not need you to put me back on his shit list again!” You announced, waggling your finger at him.

Hongjoong broke out into a smile. “Now why would I do a thing like that?”

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“If it isn’t my favorite--” Wooyoung’s gusto died when he saw who you brought with you to the Blue Bird, “--customer.”

“Please, Wooyoung--”

One look at your face, or perhaps since he cooked with his emotions Wooyoung could sense the melancholy around you, Wooyoung relented immediately. “Happy Hour?”

“If you wouldn’t mind?” You asked politely, choosing a table in the back, closer to the kitchens.

“I wouldn’t mind at all, Sweetheart,” Wooyoung cooed and made his way over to the bar.

“Sweetheart?” Hongjoong lifted an inquiring eyebrow at you as he took the seat opposite of you.

Your lips jerked into a wince. “Once upon a time, I was new in town, before I started at the school and…”

Hongjoong let out a bitter laugh. “Let me guess, before Seonghwa?”

“He wasn’t too happy that I was canoodling with the headmaster,” You admitted.

“You think he knows you’re canoodling with me now?” Hongjoong’s lips pushed into a knowing grin.

“I think Wooyoung picks up on everything, honestly,” you sighed.

Wooyoung plopped down a shimmering, shiny, gorgeous dark blue drink for you in a martini glass, and Hongjoong received something that smoked and smelled wondrous in a whiskey glass. “On the house,” Wooyoung announced, nursing a cup of his own. “So, who are we saluting to?”

“To fallen comrades,” you half smiled.

The three of you raised your glasses, clinking them merrily, and then downed your drinks. Yours felt warm all the way down to your stomach, and you were hit with the fact that you hadn't had any breakfast and picked at your lunch today. This was going to hit you hard.

Hongjoong’s face held a soft smile, recollection already. “Remember the crush Kai had on a nurse… What was her name? Verity?”

You laughed. “Yeah. He used to write poetry about her. And when Yeonjun found it? He never let it go.”

“Or the first day the new recruits arrived, I asked Soobin, who was the commanding officer of their regiment, and Soobin went so red. He was a graduate of the military school. He had never seen a battle, and yet he was already the same rank as you.” Hongjoong sipped his drink thoughtfully.

Soobin had been your best friend, your brother in arms. You both lamented about Hongjoong’s weight, of his inability to sleep. You whispered about how the war tore your souls apart. You shared tears about how it didn't seem to do that to Hongjoong…

You grabbed Wooyoung’s drink, and despite his protests, knocked that back too. “Yeonjun's first battle made him so fearless. His power with ice was almost limitless. He could pull from the flask he kept at his hip. And if that ran out, he could use the water sources around him. The way entire sections of the forest would die because of him.”

Hongjoong’s eyes misted up. “The last time I saw them was Soobin’s barrier was deteriorating while Kai was attempting to heal Yeonjun… after that…”

Your hands clenched tightly. You knew this story. A huge, monstrous demon had crashed through Soobin’s barrier, killing all three of them despite their tenacity to cling to life. Seonghwa had killed your comrades. The Reaper had struck again.

“Well, that’s enough wallowing for one day, I think!” Wooyoung stood up and loudly belched. “Come on, you two. I’ll get San to find you guys a room.”

“Two rooms,” you quietly corrected him.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and yelled. “San! Our favorite customer needs a room!”

San poked his head through the opening between the inn and the tavern. “Just one? Who’s…oh.”

“Men,” you grumbled but steadied yourself on Hongjoong's shoulder as you stood up. “I’m going back to school.”

“I’ll take care of her, don’t worry,” Hongjoong sent a friendly smile to Wooyoung, wrapping his arm around your waist while taking the key from San.

“Oh, I won’t worry about that,” Wooyoung said sourly.

San clapped his business partner on the shoulders sympathetically. “Come on, Woo.”

Hongjoong guided you up the stairs but you only realized that about halfway up. “I’m not sleeping with you,” You announced.

“Wouldn’t dream about it, Lieutenant,” Hongjoong said dryly.

You made a misstep going up, and Hongjoong opted to carry your bride style up the remainder of the stairs.

Your thoughts drifted to the last time you stayed here. The beginning of the end of your sanity. All this drama just because you were worried you’d be celebate while a teacher. How naive you had been thinking that.

“You didn’t learn any kinky new spells when you became a general, did you?” You wondered out loud.

Hongjoong invoked the Roman god Janus to open and close the door for him. “Even if I did, Lieutenant, now's not the time.”

Your ex-captain gently laid you down on the bed and carefully took off your heels. Then he wrapped a throw over you and moved to the fire. He stoked it with a fire poker, silent for a few minutes before he spoke again.

“I know you don’t wish for those days back, but I do. I don’t want this war, but if war is what brings us back together, time and time again, then I’ll keep fighting. For our world and for you.”

You made to turn on the side you preferred to sleep on and whined when the blanket got stuck.

“Ah, Lieutenant,” Hongjooong sighed. He removed his jacket and draped it over the bed post near the foot of the bed. He then curled up behind you, arms tucked into your back. “Sweet Dreams, my Captain,” He murmured before drifting off himself.

“I love you, Hongjoong,” you said sleepily.

“I know, Captain, I know,” Hongjoong sighed broken-heartedly.

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