#it's a mix of fear and wonder and breathlessness. don't make him sound like he knows what he's doing. he doesn't sound confident

[spotsupstuff]

watchin rw vids where they assign the iterators voices hurts my soul quite a bit cuz they basically always sound so so off.. like what do you mean Moon's an american woman who most likely uses Instagram, is full of herself and is working on her influencer career... (that should be Innocence, fight me on this) why the HELL is Pebbles' voice so deep and macho, that is Not the pink baby fail boy whom I love to go moderately mad over, please I'm going to die cuz of macho Pebbles nuuuuurgh

they basically already have canon voices please listen to em, Moon sounds like a glitchy Hatsune Miku. when she speaks there's always a ghost of a smile shaping her words. she sounds curious, wide-eyed- ready to wonder and dive into theories. she's so unbelievably soft and comforting and like she would teach through playing games with her students. she sounds like someone who would clap her hands alongside the beat even if she doesn't care much for music. she'd run into a field and twirl her dress and laugh all the while. she sounds Happy, she's glad to be alive Pebbles sounds like a suppressed nerd duck which speaks through its nose instead of the chest. he sounds like a tired smartass!!! there's this tiny rasp to his voice, but the kind I'd more blame on sadness than anything else. he sounds vulnerable!!! like he could be so easily hurt, like he's just a frail sprout but there's also a curt bite to it. he's like grass- thin, but that just means it can cut. he's frowning while he's speaking, he's exasperated, I can hear it in his voice!!!! get big macho Pebbles away from me he scares me

[beezusvreeland]

now that we don't talk - chapter 4

summary: After being rejected by Poe, the two of you are assigned a mission together. And a lot can happen during a mission.

ship: poe dameron x f!reader

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Poe was waiting outside of the ship, fancy leather boots tapping nervously on the floor. Dressed in a black Empire military coat uniform and pants that matched, he started feeling anxious, which was rare for him before missions. Usually fear only kicked in when he was face to face with danger. 

Poe caught himself thinking that he would rather go to the most dangerous mission by himself than a low to medium risk with you. He obviously trusted you with his life and you were always a great asset to the team, but that night felt different. But the more he reflected on it, the more the fact that you had to infiltrate a party on your own home planet didn’t sit right with him. Not only were you facing some of the most important names of the Empire, there was a chance you would run into some of the ones you once knew. And there was no way of predicting how that particular scenario could play out. That worried Poe, which was saying a lot, since he is usually the most unpredictable person in the room and in the sky.

As the poster boy of the Resistance, Poe Dameron was used to being in charge. Not in a tyrannic search for power, but in being the one leading. In this case he could feel his emotions paving the way for him — worry, fear, insecurity and whichever feelings he had for you, all combined into a terrifying mix. Poe almost couldn’t recognize himself. 

The sound of your high heels touching the steps that led from the ship to the land took him out of his preoccupied mind. He rushed to the top of the stairs holding his gloved hand for you to hold. Immediately, Poe was struck with the dark green of your dress and how beautiful it looked in contrast to your skin. The dress had a flowy skirt that moved against the wind. It was sleeveless, showing your bare arms, shoulders and décollotté. The top was tight, with two delicate straps that connected it to the back of the dress. 

Poe was already breathless when his eyes finally reached your face. A few curls fell from your hairdo, framing your face, with your pink cheeks and heart shaped lips. You took his hand, going down the steps. Then, you looked at him. Poe felt self conscious, definitely a new emotion for him, wondering if he still had the same effect he used to have on you. Deep down, he knew it was selfish and that he had no right to even wonder about it, still, for a moment, it felt like something inside him would break if you didn’t care for his appearance. If you didn’t care for him.

“Come here”, you got closer to him, fixing his collar and the way his dark cape fell on his shoulders. 

You had a composed expression, but Poe saw right through you. There was just something so sad about your eyes. Chills went through his body as he realized that he was most likely the reason for it. 

You stopped fixing his clothes. 

“There you go”, you took a step back. 

“You look beautiful”, Poe said. It just came out of his mouth. But he meant it, he really did.

That intensified the pink on your cheeks. Poe felt a pinch in his stomach, added with a weird sense of accomplishment. After that day on the courtyard, he started going through his memories, trying to find clues that he might’ve missed that indicated how you felt. At that time, it seemed impossible to point out if you were just timid with your approach or if Poe really didn’t pay attention. 

Sure, every now and then he would catch your gaze on him during a meeting or at the mess hall. Most times, you would look away quickly, like a scared porg, pretending to be doing something else. Sometimes, Poe would be quicker, making a funny face that caught you off guard, earning him a laugh. He really liked the sound of your laugh. 

Standing there, in front of the ship, all nervous and ready to go take on the main part of the mission, Poe was the one analyzing you for a change. You were taken aback by his compliment, like that was the last thing you ever expected him to say. Poe knew for a fact it was the first time he ever told you were beautiful, something very unlike him, given the huge flirt he was. 

Every single woman at the base had been on the receiving end of his affections, from the general (“The Force is looking good on you today, general”) to the comms ladies (“How are the prettiest sirens of the galaxy doing?”). It wasn’t like he meant anything by it other than being playful and showing his appreciation for them. 

When it came to dating, however, he would turn the charm up, a sucker for the conquest and the chase. You’ve seen that play out several times, the Black Squadron loved to poke fun at their commander for his man whoring ways. You never did, though, Poe realized. You would always listen to him talk about his pursuits, but would never comment on it. He had just assumed that was just you keeping it to yourself. 

There was one time when Poe casually brought dating into a conversation the two of you were having. You had spent the day working or flight formations and, after, sat at the courtyard watching the sunset while sharing some fruits and a bottle of liquor. 

“Now, enough about me”, he cut one of the fruits, a mysterious orange one, and gave you half. “How is your dating life going? I almost never see you out besides having drinks with us.”

You freezed, avoiding his gaze.

“Not much going on…We’re always so busy, there is almost no time to date.”

“Come on now, sweetheart”, Poe laughed. “If I, a pilot and a commander, can find the time to date and have some fun, you definitely can too.”

“It’s not the same thing, though”, you said, frustrated. “You can walk into a room and have women begging you for a date or anything you’re willing to give them.”

“It’s not my fault I’m so irresistible”, Poe winked and you rolled your eyes at him. “But really, if you want it, I can totally help you find a solid guy who would love to take you out. In fact, not just one, I bet there are several guys around base who are just waiting for the right opportunity to meet you.”

“Do you really think so?”, you asked so low he almost didn’t hear it.

“I know so!”, Poe also knew you needed a boost of confidence. “Anyone would be lucky to get to know you, sweetheart. You’re smart, kind and loyal, and a damn good rebel too, if I say so myself.”

Poe probably said more stuff, but not that you were beautiful. Maybe he should have. Perhaps if he did, you wouldn’t have a pained expression on your face, one that even Poe, who had never been the most perceptive person, could tell meant you didn’t believe him. Somehow, learning that hurt him too.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“What? Compliment you?”

“Feel sorry for me”, your tone was serious.

“I don’t…I meant what I said…”

“You have never ever said it before, Poe”, you added, raising your chin as you looked at him. Your expression was not one of vulnerability anymore, but that of a soldier on a mission. “You have no reason to start now.”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry if…”

“We should go now. We have a job to do.”

Looking at the mansion ahead, you take a deep breath and start walking.

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[smileyoongle]

Falling for a lounge singer (Yandere!Mafia! BTS)// Kim Taehyung

Requested anonymously.

Summary: Working as a part time singer, you never thought you'd find yourself becoming the centre of attention of a man's life, especially one who you can't run from.

Word Count: 2.5K

The city was laid out brightly before you, cool wind making your hair stick to your glossy lips as you rested your elbows on the railing of the rooftop. Working for hours amidst people who were rich and liked to show off was stressful, especially when you knew you didn't fit in between them. If it wasn't for your voice, no one would even give you a second glance but there you were, attracting loud applauds every time you held the mic. It made you feel almost cocky but your conscience didn't allow it, reminding you of your place in this world time and time again.

With a soft sigh, you stared at the pretty sky, the stars scattered across it twinkling to grab your attention yet failing to do so. Because even though you loved the peace and quiet, your mind was restlessly loud tonight. Loud with thoughts about a man you had seen too many times, but never had the pleasure of meeting. A man who had sent you a single white freesia every night before disappearing without a word.

But tonight was different. Because he wasn't here. In fact, he hadn't been here for the last three days and if you were being honest, you missed him.

You missed his dark eyes that gazed at you with so much fervour that it made you dizzy. You missed how his attention made you feel like it was just the two of you in the room. You missed how he was so mysterious that you had convinced yourself to approach him. Yet, he managed to really slip away this time.

Glancing at the dried freesia in your hand, you traced it's dead petals, barely hanging on as the rest of it began to fall apart. This was the last one you had found near your vanity, not having seen another since he disappeared.

"Where did you go?" You mumbled, twirling the stem between your fingers, being as gentle as you could. There was no way for you to know if you'd ever see him again because every time you asked the staff about him, they just brushed you off by saying how some things were better left unknown. It made you wonder what was so bad about him that no one was willing to say a word.

"I'm right here, petal."

A deep voice stated from behind you, your heels quickly making you turn around to see who it was but the darkness and the distance between you two made it hard for you to tell. You frowned, watching the man's silhouette move closer to you, your fingers tightly holding onto your flower. And as soon as your eyes took in his face, your lips fell apart in a silent gasp.

There he was, looking at you with the same passion that his eyes held every time you saw him. You could feel your heart lose its rhythm, pounding erratically in your chest making you almost breathless. He was a lot more beautiful up close, your mind not having prepared you for seeing him here at all. Upon seeing you so speechless, he let out a low chuckle, one of his hands curled behind his back as his fitted black shirt hugged his biceps perfectly.

"Is this my punishment for having left you alone? You refuse to talk to me?" He asked, tilting his head to study your expression better. You remained silent, still processing the fact that the man you were so desperately looking for, was now standing so close to you. A part of you wanted to tell him that you could never be mad at him when he looked like an angel but your tongue stayed tied.

He hummed at your silence, taking another step towards, his eyes glancing at the dead flower that stayed intact between your fingers. Slowly, you felt his hand hold your wrist, a shiver running down your spine at his touch. Bringing it up, he took away the flower, throwing it somewhere to the side only to present another freesia before you, this one a striking red that made your heart skip a beat. You held onto its stalk as your mystery man placed it between your fingers, your cheeks growing warm at the way his eyes stayed fixated on your face.

“Red?” You asked, returning his gaze with an equally feverish one, his lips morphing into a smile upon hearing your voice.

“And she speaks.” He laughed lowly, his deep melody echoing in the silence of the night. Taking yet another step towards you, he placed his hands on the railing behind you, trapping you in close proximity. Your back rested firmly against the bars, your chest almost touching his.

“Yes, petal. Red. Do you know what it means?” He murmured, only loud enough for you to hear. Lost in his eyes, you didn’t notice the hand that was now tucking your hair behind your ear, your lips being the sole focus of the man’s attention. Resting his palm against your cheek, you found yourself leaning into his warmth, sighing at the butterflies you felt in your stomach.

“No,” you answered, closing your eyes when you saw him lean down until his lips grazed the shell of your ear. His long fingers brushed your hair away from your neck, your own hand clutching the flower tightly to calm your heart that was about to jump out of your chest.

“It symbolizes passion,” he whispered, his hands moving down to hold your waist and pull you flush against him. Speechless, you rested your hands on his chest, biting your lip as your forehead fell against his shoulder.

“Who are you?” You inquired, finally asking the question that had been gnawing at you ever since you saw him. A dead silence fell over the both of you all of a sudden, a frown etching onto your forehead as you were made to pull away from him a little. You found yourself missing his embrace, feeling as though you had known him for a long long time.

“You don’t know me,” he said, more like telling himself again rather than asking you. Gently shaking your head, you placed your gaze on his chest, a peek of white bandages catching your eye from beneath the few buttons that were left open at the top of his shirt. Without a thought, you moved it a little to the side, your eyes widening at the small red patch that stained the centre of the dressing, your lips parting in shock at the realisation that it was, indeed, blood.

“What happened?” You asked, worry and concern lacing your voice. He pursed his lips, his jaw clenching ever so lightly along with his hold on your waist which grew tighter. Wincing in pain, you looked at him in confusion, wondering if you had said something to upset him. And before you could ask him, he said something that perished all the warm feelings that had been brewing in your chest lately.

“My name is Kim Taehyung, Y/N. And I’ll be really mad if you decide to run away now.”

With eyes as wide as they could be, you stood frozen in his arms, your heart thudding loudly in your chest. Fear consumed your entire being, your throat running dry at the very thought of being here with Kim Taehyung, the man who was responsible for the rise of one of the biggest cartels in the world. His hands were stained with the blood of god knows how many people, the wound on his chest suddenly making a lot of sense. Losing your grip on his shirt, you let your arms fall to your sides, unmoving and unable to process the situation anymore.

Suddenly, you were aware of his burning touch all over you, your mind screaming at you to get away from him. Yet you didn’t make a move, because you knew very well that you were almost nothing in front of a trained killer who could snap your neck in the blink of an eye. Parting your lips, you willed yourself to scream as loud as you could, failing yet again with his icy glare staring you down.

Gone were all the emotions you had witnessed in his eyes a few minutes ago, making you feel as if this was a whole new man that you had never met before. A tear ran down your cheek, your brain slowly hitting you with the mixed amount of emotions that were driving you insane. You were hurt, scared, disappointed in yourself and a lot more you couldn’t yet place a finger on.

“Y/N,” his voice brought you back to him, wary of the hand that was now wiping away your tears. Eyeing him cautiously, you tried to think fast, escaping him being the only agenda on your mind right now.

Taehyung knew what you were thinking, it didn't take a genius to know that all you wanted was to run away from him before things became a mess. But it was too late now, your innocence having left Taehyung mesmerized a long time ago. And now that you were so close to him, he was ready to do anything to make you stay.

"I don't wanna die," you said, your voice wavering with the dying confidence that burnt in you like a flickering flame. Being in his arms felt good, but knowing that those hands could also push you off the roof without anyone finding out was a thought that overcame everything else.

"And you won't, petal. Just because I'm a dangerous man, doesn't mean I would lay a finger on you," he answered, quickly catching onto the fact that you thought of him as a killer. It hurt him to know that you so easily forgot every other feeling you had been sheltering all this time, his identity crumbling down to nothing in your mind. But he would fix it.

He would fix you.

His words were enough to let you know that he wasn't planning on letting you leave, convincing you seemingly the only thing on his mind. At this point, violence seemed your only answer, your eyes once more taking in the sight of the bandaging on his chest.

"I'm sorry," you apologized beforehand, inhaling nervously at his confused expression before digging your nails into his chest. A growl left his mouth immediately, his hands letting go of your waist as you pushed him to the side with all your strength and bolted towards the door.

Taehyung fell to the floor behind you, his hand covering his shirt right where the wound was, the wetness of the blood seeping through his bandages. He hissed in pain, closing his eyes as he rested his head against the wall. The sound of your cries felt like music to his ears, your small fists banging on the door which had been locked the second Taehyung stepped onto the rooftop. It was funny of you to think that you could overpower Kim Taehyung so easily, your obliviousness once again showing through your stupid attempt to escape him.

Tears ran down your cheeks upon the realisation that you were stuck here with him, your heart pounding in your chest just like your hands against the door. You were a fool to think Taehyung wasn't fully prepared. Of course he had expected this from you. Of course he was one step ahead of you.

"Please, someone open the door!" You begged, sobbing with your forehead against the cold metal, slowly sinking to your knees. Just then, you heard his laugh, deeply resonating around you as you frowned in silence. It was endless, not the kind of laughter you'd hear after a joke but the kind you'd hear only with the intention of being mocked. He was laughing at you and your silly attempt of running away from him, knowing very well that Kim Taehyung did not let go of things that he so desperately craved. You being one of them.

"Did you think it was that easy, Y/N?" He asked, his voice dripping with amusement. Turning around to face him, you stared at him with teary eyes, watching his painful state with a heart full of regret. You weren't one to hurt people at all, let alone intentionally and yet you had taken such a drastic leap tonight. To save yourself. That was truly justified, wasn't it?

"Petal, even if you had managed to leave this place, I'll have you know that I'll always find you." He grinned maliciously, making you truly scared of him. Gritting his teeth, he stood up, your back pressing against the door as he slowly proceeded to stalk towards you, his gaze pinning you down and rendering you unable to move. You felt like a prey before him, his angry eyes telling you just how much you had pissed him off.

"I just wanna go home," you stated, frowning at him with wet cheeks and quivering lips. Halting right before you, Taehyung kneeled down, his hand coming to rest against your cheek.

"And we'll go, Y/N. We'll go to our home," he mumbled almost lovingly, his eyes glistening with so much affection that if you didn't know any better, you'd think he loved you. The truth of the situation though, was that Kim Taehyung was obsessed with you and there was no way you were going to let him take you.

"N-no, I wanna go to my home," you dared, Taehyung's jaw clenching upon hearing your words. Within a second, his fingers dug into both your cheeks, your lips pouting at the force with which he was holding your jaw in place. Leaning closer to you, Taehyung's nose brushed against yours, your own hand taking hold of his wrist to make him let go.

"What a shame it'd be to know that your little sister had to die because you couldn't make the right decisions."

Eyes widening, you let out a whimper at his threat, your breath having been knocked out for a second. It was as if the world had stopped around you, your heart wishing that this was all just a bad dream. The thought of anything happening to your sister was enough to break your will, especially since you were the only one she had. If she were to get hurt because of the one person who was supposed to protect her, then you couldn't even begin to imagine how meaningless your own life would become.

Taehyung loosened his grip on your jaw, watching you cry harder because of what he had said. It hurt him to know that you were crying because of him but he had to say it. Sure, you were hurt right now, maybe you even hated him but he knew that once you became his, you'd never have to see a bad day in your life. He would love you so hard that you'd never think about anyone else ever again. It was going to be just you and him. Forever.

"I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt her." You cried, sealing your fate with the devil with no chance of going back. Smiling fondly at you, Taehyung wiped your tears, the stench of blood hitting your nose only for you to see his crimson tainted hand grazing your cheek.

"I'll take very good care of you, petal. Don't you worry your little head," he cooed, your eyes staring at him with horror. You could feel the blood now staining your cheek, Taehyung's eyes adoring it with a hint of madness. His blood on your skin was like his name on a trophy, a sign of who it belonged to. And it gave Taehyung an immense amount of pleasure to see your innocence tainted with his filthy gore. The colour red was yours and Taehyung couldn't wait to paint you in it.

"We'll be drowning in love soon, just wait and watch."

A/N: Hiiii, see I am back again! I don't have much to say today cause I am really sad for some reason. You know, the kind of sad that makes you wanna just sit and cry all night? Yeah, it's THAT!

Anywayyyy! I'll probably be posting each member in a break of 4-5 days because I want each member to get their fill. Soooo, the next one comes in a while! Till then, have fun, guys. Ily<3

[ashittyfanficblog]

his love roared louder than his demons [Anzai Yuuki]

Warning: spicy, bondage, nuzzles, sex, praise, fluff, love, Anzai in demon form

Anzai was tied up, shackled with restraints that gave him enough space to move but not too much. Most of the movements were made awkward and uncomfortable. The muzzle on his face obstructed your way to his lips, keeping his transformed teeth away from your fragile skin. His eyes were red, his claws kept secure with the metallic protectors.

"You know…" you spoke, turning to the computer in the room. "You could turn the sound off, I'm getting too many porn vibes here."

"Oh god." Anzai groaned, knocking his head against your chest once you straddled his lap. His eyes flicked up to you as you laughed, smiling himself. "You just made it worse."

"It's true. We're giving them a free show, baby." You shrugged your shoulders. "Not that I mind, it's you I'm worried about."

"I'm okay." Anzai reassures you, squeezing your hand. "I'm with you."

And truly, Anzai was giving you that one look, the one which spoke of endless trust and love. The slightest of smiles transformed his demonic (still beautiful, lovely, wonderful) face into something almost softer. You wished that you could kiss him, lick into his mouth, explore the roof of his mouth with the tip of your tongue until he is shaking beneath you but all you could do was kiss him, love him in other ways. You were well aware that Anzai's neck was one of his weak spots and you were never afraid to exploit them, not even when all those safety measures did not exist in your relationship. Just to hear those pretty yelps and moans, growls of your name, you would risk him biting you.

Your mouth, teeth and tongue leave purple and red bruises on Anzai's neck, down his lean yet muscled chest. You torture his nipples until he's a pleading mess only to abandon them for something better, a place you both can't wait to touch, to be touched. His abdominal muscles clench and relax as you touch him, as you kiss and slowly move your tongue into his navel. Anzai whines at the feeling of your hands brushing his dick as you open his belt then his jeans. It feels so damn good, like nothing he has ever felt before and Anzai wants to howl, sing your praises but he can't because he's too focused on your hand slipping into his boxers, gentle but firm fingers wrapping around his length.

You startle at the growl, deep and vibrating, leaving Anzai's chest, a wicked grin on your lips. "Does it feel good, baby? Do you like my hand touching your pretty cock?"

"So… s-so good!" Anzai's voice cracks and he throws his head back, hair clinging to his sweaty forehead. "Please, more…"

Soon, you have him almost feral, his hips bucking into your mouth in a wish to chase more pleasure. You hold his hips down as much as possible, your nails digging into his skin and making Anzai hiss. Those ruby eyes of his glared down at you, his mouth twisted into a snarl as your mouth tortured him. A scrape of teeth over the veins, a good suck to the head, tongue collecting his precum from the tip and your fingers playing with his balls…

Anzai struggled against the bonds, arms reaching out to pull you into his chest, head knocking against yours. You are straddling him now, your skirt askew and flaring over your thighs. He threaded his fingers into your hair, holding you still as his hips moved between yours, drawing a needy gasp from you. You follow his pace with ease, whispering his name and broken praises as his dick rubs against you just right.

"I need you. I want you, all of you."

Those words mean so much to Anzai. He feels loved, wanted and cherished. His doubts get pushed to the back of his mind and all Anzai can think of is the softness of your skin, scent of your body, the heat and wetness he wants to busy himself into. You take off your shirt and bra, bare yourself to Anzai and enjoy how he gets silent, how his gaze never strays from you even as you lean back on your arms. You ride him, tease him with your pussy so close, separated only with your drenched panties.

"I can't take it any longer." Anzai grunts, voice drifting off into a whine. "I'm so close."

"Yeah? How close?" You can't help but ask, wondering just how far you could take this. Anzai growls, moving suddenly until you're beneath him. His bonds hold firm and you laugh, playfully growling into his face and snapping your teeth. "That's pretty close, darling. Just tell me when it is too much."

Anzai barely gives you any space to take off your skirt and panties, trembles when you roll a condom on him. Then you're guiding him inside of you and Anzai clenched his teeth so hard that he fears they'll break. You sigh softly into his ear, fingers gentle in his hair, on his back. Your legs are bent, pushed to his ribs and Anzai swears he is in heaven. So warm, so wet, so tight…

Anzai buries his face into your neck, his arms straining against his bonds as he tries so hard to touch each inch of your body. His hips move first slowly, gradually increasing the tempo of his thrusts. Anzai wants to kiss you, feel your tongue against his, taste your blood and drink from you. Those thoughts, those wants, manifest as him growling and groaning. He fucks you hard, hips grinding in all the right ways. He hears your moans, feels your nails scrape down his back, your lips and teeth at his neck.

Anzai feels you clench around him, his name a prayer on your lips. He is burning up, overwhelmed from pain and pleasure, surrounded by you. The coil in his abdomen was familiar to Anzai, he knew that he was close. He suspenders to pleasure, to you, grabs as much of you as he can, loses himself in the chase of his climax until it crashes over him. Your cries of his name, a seemingly endless stream, are mixed with his guttural, feral snarls. You come minutes later, arching your back and trapping Anzai in the cradle of your legs and arms, pressing as much of yourself as possible to his body.

You barely notice the research team enter the room and Jail. When you do, you don't let them take Anzai away from you but allow them to tranquilize him. It takes a few minutes for it to work and then his body sags against yours, his beautiful demon features transform into equally as beautiful human ones. You notice how tired Anzai looks and coo loving loving words as you thread your fingers through his sweaty hair, trace your palm down his strong back as the researchers take off the restraints. You are the one to take off the muzzle, softly kissing first his nose, then each tear stained cheek, finishing with a chaste but lingering kiss on his lips.

"I love you so much." You mumble, still breathless and basking in the afterglow. Your hands cup his face, pulling him down to knock your foreheads gently together, smiling brightly when a happy and satiated smile curls the corner of his lips. "You were wonderful, so beautiful."

"I love you." Anzai murmurs, closing his pretty blue eyes and hiding his face in your neck. "I don't want to move, you're so soft, so warm."

"Take as long as you need, baby, I'm not going anywhere."

Anzai falls in love with you a bit more, feeling at home and safe in your arms. He sinks into your embrace, gradually falling asleep. When his soft snores start tickling your skin, you grin and slowly move until you're side to side, taking off the condom and putting on your clothes. You cover his bare body with a blanket, tucking him in. Your heart ached from the overwhelming affection you feel for him.

You fell in love with Anzai Yuuki, a demon and a human, all over again.

[neoarchipelago]

Her Teacher (Teacher!John Wick x Reader) part 4

A/N: ok… i'm like so pissed cuz I wrote this like 5 hundred times and I'm still not satisfied with it but hey. Here you have it my darlings it's short, not very good, so I apologise annnnd no real smut in this one...

Word count : 3 207 

Warnings: blood, light 18+ content, violence 

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The sun was barely visible in the sky when you opened your eyes. Looking at your side at the man sleeping, you smiled to yourself. You didn't entirely understand how things happened this quickly but you were in bliss at the moment. You watched him as he slept, his back shown to you. You took notice of the tattoo on his back and bit your lip. The way his toned back and tattoo made you feel was ridiculous. He was full of surprises. You were tempted to touch his back, to let your fingers run across his skin… where a few light scratches covered his shoulders. You blushed heavily, knowing exactly where did those come from. You let your eyes close for a few seconds, the tiredness getting the best of you once more. 

The sound of a phone ringing made you frown and moan. This was a rude way to wake up. However the strong arms you were wrapped in seemed even grumpier. You heard him groan as he lifted himself up on a arm to grab his phone on the nightstand. 

"Yes, Winston?" He let out in a husky voice. 

You smiled up at him as he glanced down at you. His features seem to soften, making you blush. 

"Today?" He asked, frowning again. 

Another pause while you cuddled up in his arms, hiding away your blush. 

"Alright. I'm on it." The last words were spoken in a hurry as he hung up. 

The phone was throne a bit harshly on the nightstand as John wrapped his arms around your body once more, making you giggle as he ducked down to plant light kisses on your neck. However the soft bite that followed changed the mood entirely, as you let out a soft moan. Another groan was let out by him as you shifted position. He was hovering over you, your legs around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. You were already both naked from the long night you spent and it was making the temperature rise quite quickly. He stared into your soul, making you drown into his deep brown eyes. 

"John…" his name rolled off your tongue as if it was always meant to be. 

You loved watching his reaction every time you spoke it out, the way his gaze seem to darken. Leaning down to kiss you, you let yourself lose yourself once more unto his touch. He pulled away making you moan in disappointment. You could see it in his eyes, how he wanted to pursue this to much deeper and enjoyable moments. But he was holding back. 

"(y/n)... I gotta get up…" he let out in a breath. 

You sulked a bit, acting cute. He smirked at your attempt to make him stay. 

"I really have to go. I have to... some things… to take care of." He added seriously. 

"Do you really have to go now?" You asked your voice still a bit sleepy. 

He seemed to ponder the idea for a few seconds. You used that moment of unawareness to beg one last time. 

"Don't leave before making love to me at least…" you let out in a soft whisper, looking at him directly. 

You were always mesmerized by the way you could see how he broke down to your pleading everytime. Like if something broke inside of him every time you asked for more of him. The reaction you were begging for didn't took long to show. 

"Wouldn't think of it…" 

His rough whisper made you shiver under him, as he kissed you once more, your tongues melting together as you pulled him closer to you. His rough hands ran across your skin, leaving a trail of fire behind, as your own hands tangled in his hair. You breath caught in your throat as one of his hands reached in between your legs. However the moan you let out mixed with the sound of another phone ringing. 

You mentally cursed whoever was calling you as John chuckled, unfortunately pulling away. 

"You're not gonna answer that?" He asked with a smirk. 

You shook your head. No. You didn't want to answer that. 

"No.." you let out in a whine. 

He chuckled once more, leaning back down to kiss you. But he was unreachable once more. He pulled back, just a few inches. 

"I'm not going to fuck you right now…" he whispered looking into your eyes. Making you breathless. 

"You're gonna have to wait until I come back." He added.  "And you are not allowed to touch yourself, unless I allow you to." He finished in a tone that left no room for discussion. 

You whined, but you knew it was pointless. 

"Yes sir…" you simply let out, feeling a bit breathless. 

He kissed you once more making you melt one last time. You felt cold when he got up from the bed. You watched him as he got dressed, noticing the amount of scars on his skin, making you wonder how some of them were even possible. He glanced back at you, as you faked a pout. He sat on the edge of the bed, letting his hand run through your hair. You heart was drowning in the amount of feelings this man made you feel. You watched as he grabbed your phone. 

"Code princess." 

You blushed at the pet name but complied, showing him the code to unlock your phone.

"Your friend Leia called you." He let out as he typed something on your phone. 

"I'll call her back after." You said, snuggling your blanket and curling closer to him. 

He threw you a side glance as he paused for a second, before turning back to your phone. You wanted to giggle and melt away like a child but refrained from acting like that in front of him. His phone buzzed and he put down your phone, checking his. 

"When will you be back? Do you think… we can see each other again this weekend?" You asked, not wanting to ask for too much either. 

"I don't know princess… I'll try my best. I'll text you, okay?" 

You nodded before sitting up suddenly as he stood up. 

"But I don't have your-" 

" Yes you do." He let out in a smirk. 

You gasped, before he leant down, kissing you one last time. 

"See you later princess." 

"See you…" 

And just like that he was gone. 

The silence that filled the room was almost suffocating. You still felt like your body was burning up. The memory of his hands touching your skin was slowly making you wetter. You wanted to touch yourself, relieve at least a bit of the tension he built inside you, but playing his game was much more tempting. And as if he could read your mind, your phone buzzed, with a message sent from him. 

'Don't touch yourself.' 

You giggled and decided to obey nicely, getting up instead of lingering in your tempting bed, where his smell seemed to trap you into a land of dreams and memory you didn't want to leave. Putting on an oversized shirt and just some panties you decided to take a breakfast before running a bath. You felt too hungry at the moment. 

While you poured yourself a cup of coffee and grabbed some toast, a knock was heard at the door of your small apartment. Little time had passed since John left and you wondered if he had left something. You glanced around the room frowning and walked to the door. As you opened it you froze in place, and almost choked on the piece of toast you were chewing. 

"T-Tommy?" You called out. 

The boy smiled up at you as you tried to hide your confusion. It was maybe 9 am, and you weren't used to see him come to your house, uninvited. 

"Hey there sunshine!" He rang, in his usual good mood. 

You tried to smile as he pushed passed you to walk in. You closed the door and walked behind him. 

You followed him into your small kitchen where he sat in one of the chairs of your small round table. 

"What brings you here? Did something happen with Leia?" You wondered truly confused with the situation. 

"Oh, no. I just wanted to check up on you, you know? Wanted to see how you've been." 

You smiled up at him, finding back that feeling of a brother's affection in his words. He had always been protective of you and Leia like this and you truly found it adorable. Growing up you didn't have any siblings and Tom had always played that part in your life. 

"I'm fine. I've been much better lately, thank you for worrying tommy…" you spoke out, before taking a sip of your coffee. 

"I'm glad, bunny." 

You giggled at the pet name. He always seemed to find new weird or cute pet names to call you. 

"Yo, you got that book… hum … you know from that English dude who writes theater?" He asked making you giggle again. 

"Romeo and Juliet, from Shakespeare tommy." You let out in an amused tone. 

"Yes, that! For my English literature class" he added in a smirk. 

"Yes sure it's in my room, on one of the book shelves" you said while standing up. 

"Wait, I'll go, eat your breakfast little mouse." 

You chuckled once more as he stood up, throwing you a wink. You sighed, sitting back down as you watched him disappear into your room. Grabbing your phone, you pondered on the idea of sending John a message. You missed him already, but you didn't want to bother him if he was busy. The sound of Tommy's voice brought you out of your dilemma, as you put your phone down again.

"Did you have a sleepover?" He asked, a smirk on his face yet a small frown. 

You felt your blood run cold for a second. You were sure your face had whitened at the question, as your mind raced over what could have possibly gave him this idea. 

"H-hum… no, not really..." you said, trying to smile away your sudden panic. 

He stared at you for a second before smiling. You shivered at the sight. It wasn't a warm smile, it felt… cold. Something inside you was screaming that this wasn't a safe situation anymore. Trying to change the subject and the mood you spoke out. 

"Do you want some coffee tommy?" You asked, rising from your chair and walking to one of your cupboards.

"No. Thanks." His tone was empty, yet the smile hadn't left his lips.

"Some toast? Orange juice?" You added. 

"I want to know the fucking truth." 

You glanced at him in shock. His smile was gone and he was looking at you angrily. 

"Excuse me?" You added, frowning. 

"I want to know who you been fucking with?" He spoke coldly. 

"Tom!" You half-yelled. 

Fear started rushing through you as you felt tiny under his angry and cold stare. He took a step forward, and you could suddenly hear your heart pounding in your ears. 

"Your room stinks of that fucker's perfume." 

What? You frowned. He smelt John's cologne? On your sheets? You could feel yourself getting sick at the thought. 

"I-I don't think it's any of your business…" you let out, trying to sound brave. 

He let out a cold snicker, as he looked down at the book in his hands. He turned around, and slammed the cup of coffee on the table, sending it crashing against the wall. You let out a yelp, now fully scared. You were expecting him to turn to you, but he simply walked out of the room, and you heard the front door slam shut, making you jump in the process. The tears blurring your eyes as you tried to process what just happened. Trying to figure out how did the the situation took such a dark tone. You wondered if he would come back, and adrenaline ran through you as you rushed to your front door to lock it. Letting yourself fall down, your back against the now secured door, you tried to catch your breath as you sat on the ground. How of breath from the panic you looked around your empty apartment and you wished John was still here. 

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"Hello?" 

The voice was shaky and John frowned. 

"(Y/n). Is everything ok?" He immediately asked. 

The small moment of hesitation made him worry. 

"Hum… y-yeah… it's just… I've had a rough morning" you tried to finish in a chuckle. 

John didn't buy it once. You voice sounded hoarse, like you had been crying. John was already having a bad feeling. 

"Have you been crying?" He asked, his tone revealing a bit too much the growing anger inside him. 

Again. The silence that followed only made it worse.

"A bit.. yes." You couldn't lie. Not about this. 

John closed his eyes, anger and worry rushing furiously through him. 

"What happened?" He asked. 

Every second of silence that fell before you answered made John want to rush back to your house. 

"Can.. can we talk about it when you'll be here?" You pleaded. 

John set his mind immediately. 

"Yes, I'll be here tomorrow night, don't stay alone. Call your friend over. Alright?" 

"Hm hm." You agreed. 

"Hey baby girl. I'll be there soon. Alright?" 

"Alright…" 

Hanging up, John changed his attitude immediately. Suddenly, he felt extremely annoyed he had to take care of this job. His goal was to finish it as soon as possible and go back to you. The thought of someone hurting you… he closed his eyes for a second. Loading his gun, he didn't wait another second before starting his job.

His moves were angrier than usual. Faster. They were set to kill, and to kill as fast as possible. His focus didn't falter. Yet he was messy. This time there was much more important to do.

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You looked at your phone after John hung up. He had somehow immediately noticed something was up. Sighing you still did your best to do as he advised. Looking down at Leia's missed called you decided to call her back, and maybe propose some sort of actual sleepover with her. 

You were glad she immediately accepted. You tried your best to keep your mind of the morning's events. Cleaning up the house and studying all day, you did your best to keep your mind busy. 

The sun slowly vanished from the blue sky, and you knew Leia would soon get home. You had prepared your room for the perfect sleepover. Fluffy blankets and pillows and a movie on a small projector. Snacks and of course, you had ordered pizza. 

You just wanted to enjoy the night and forget about the 'tommy' incident. But things weren't exactly your side. It was such a shame. You were so happy to hear the door ring. Jumping on your feet you ran to the door. But as soon as your eyes landed on Leia's red eyes. You knew something was up. 

"Leia? Honey… what's wrong?" You asked, pulling her inside softly and closing the door behind you. 

Grabbing her bag, you both walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed. 

"(y/n)... You don't even know…" your sweet friend whimpered. 

Grabbing her hand in yours, you tried to calm her down. 

"Hey, tell me, what's going on?" You asked, truly worried. 

"It's tom…" 

You felt your heart jump for a second. Did she know? Squeezing her hand, you tried to look as calm as possible. 

"He..he went out this morning… and...when he came home, he was so angry. He yelled at everyone at home… he broke a lot of stuff in his room… and then he left..." 

The tears were falling from her eyes, and you pulled her in for a hug. Should you tell her? The behavior of her brother was entirely your fault. You couldn't hide this from her. 

"Leia… this morning…" you said pulling away, and looking down at your hands. 

Wiping her tears she frowned looking at you. 

"(y/n)... What's wrong?" She asked. 

"He passed by my house this morning. Everything was ok until… I mean… Last night… I wasn't alone. And I don't know how, but he figured it out, and got furious. He was rude and smashed a cup in the kitchen. I-I'm sorry… It's my fault…" you stuttered. 

"W-what? N-no… it's his fault! You two are not together… you never even showed him any interest…"

"I-I know… I was just as confused as you… and… I didn't even know how to react…" you let out. 

"Wait...what do you mean? You weren't alone?" She asked, curiosity getting the best of her. 

You blushed heavily. The conversation was definitely taking  another turn when Leia sent you a knowing look. 

"Oh my god! You need to tell me!" Her excited tone made you smile. At least you could make her forget her sadness. 

"I don't know… If I can tell you yet…" you said, blushing a bit. 

"It's ok… we don't need to go over the details." 

You both laughed. Eventually the conversation grew over your new 'secret lover' like you both decided to call him. You obviously did your best not to give any hints on the possible person. The pizzas arrived and you were glad you asked Leia to come. She made you forget the trouble that seemed to loom over you. After choosing a movie, a comedy, you threw on the fluffy blanket, and enjoyed the show. You both laughed and eventually fell asleep. 

But something felt odd. Your mind raced over the events in the morning. You felt like Tom was only starting to be a problem. And you didn't even know how would John react to it. 

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Blood was dripping from his hand. Looking around at the bodies laying on the ground, John felt slightly less angry. He walked out of the building by the back door and got in his car. Looking at his watch, he chose not to send you a message. You were probably sleeping and he wanted to clean up first. He wanted to look normal for you. Thinking back to your tone during his phone call John frowned. He wondered what could have possibly made you feel like this. 

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. Yes. He had to make it to your house as soon as possible. 

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In the shadow of the night, a lonely soul stands against a tree. The darkness of the night hiding his features. But anyone could have seen the dark look he kept sending towards a single window of the building he stood in front of. His hands roughly tightening around a book. The title known to many, as the love story inspired so many lonely souls. But Romeo and Juliet had always been more of a tragedy than a perfect love story. A perfect illustration of love, blood and death. 

The boy grinned sheepishly to himself.

"Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, asleep… and awake, it's everything except what is is…" 

Yes. Romeo and juliet were known to many... and sometimes even love sparks darkness. 

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Lost Prince - Part 2

Baekhyun (Prince Wang Eun x reader)

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Summary: Crown prince Wang Eun loses his memory. You, the village’s physician, save him and help him to get better. You name him Baekhyun as he doesn’t remember his name. You and Baekhyun start to gain feelings towards each other, but neither is admitting it. Will he get his memory back and what happens when the prince’s enemies find out that he’s not dead?

Genre: Comedy | Action | Fluff | Angst

Words: 2,4k

Requested: by @mymisstina

I do not own any photos or gifs used in this. Credits to the owners

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”What do you mean you can’t find him? It has been a week already and you need to find my son!” the queen shouted at the guards in a deafening volume. “You call yourselves the palace’s best guards, but you can’t find one boy?” she continued, making the men lower their heads even more.

She had gathered all the possible guards to the palace’s yard, trying to get something out of them. A week had passed since Prince Wang Eun disappeared and no one knew where he was. Her mother was worried, his fiancée was coming to the palace in three days. Wang Eun had to be found.

“We are sorry, your majesty. My men are doing their best, but he cannot be found from the village” a black bearded guard, who was in charge of the search, spoke, not daring to look at her in the eyes. She let out a laugh, not believing his words. “Oh…did your tiny mind cross the idea that he might be kidnapped? Go further, search the woods, other villages. Everything! No one rests until the crown prince is back”

The anger in her voice could be hear over the mountains, but there was a mixture of fear and sadness too. There was no king by her side, so she had to do everything. Wang Eun could take her place in the throne soon with his wife.

The men nodded and walked away to prepare themselves for another search. The queen stood there, in the end of the huge stairs as her two other sons walked to her. “We’ll go look for him too” Wang Jung said, making an eye contact with her mother. “No, I don’t want anything to happen to you too” she answered sternly.

“Mother, we know the forests well and we want to find our brother” Baek Ah joined to the conversation, standing next to Jung. The wind brushed over their faces, making the atmosphere stiff and cold. Wang Eun wasn’t just a crown prince, he was also a son and a brother. “And we know his fiancée, Mi Sun is coming, and he must be here then” Jung added.

Their mother sighed, weighing the options to be able to decide what she should do. She knew that no matter what, the brothers would go anyway. “Alright” she said haltingly, not sure if she made the right decision. “But don't do anything stupid and always stay together. If you find something, let me know” she said more gently, the boys were all she had, and she knew the boys were as worried as she.

The two nodded at the same time and went down the few stairs, already planning where they should start. He wouldn’t have gone that far, at least that’s what they thought. In reality, Wang Eun was in another village far, far away from the palace and doesn’t remember where he is from.

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“Stay still, it’s not ready yet” Na eun said to Baekhyun, moving the brush that had been dipped in paint, on his face. She had gotten a great idea to paint him to look like a panda. Yesterday she had been mad at him for being lazy and not playing with her, now she made him to play. You had said to her that he was still recovering, but Na eun didn’t care. She was concentrating as her tongue peeked out slightly.

Baekhyun glared at her, he had been in a bad mood the entire day as he had been thinking about his memory loss. He also had no idea what he looked like right now and didn’t know what to expect.

“All done!” she squeaked excitedly, placing the paint down and shoving a mirror in front of him. He eyed himself from it “This looks like a panda to you?” he asked shifting his gaze to her. She punched his arm “It does” she said through clenched teeth and then ran away to get you.

“What is so important that you need to push me like this??” you complained as she pushed your butt to move forwards. You had just been braiding your hair, before she started to push you, and it was now only half done. She pushed you to her room where she finally let go of you. You were met with Baekhyun, standing in the middle of room, not knowing what to do.

The sight of his face having black circles around his eyes and nose made you laugh so hard you fell on your butt. “What’s that supposed to be?” you managed to say between laughs. “Yah, don’t laugh! Can’t you see I’m a panda?” Baekhyun argued, though he didn’t like it either.

“Yeah, he’s my pet panda!” Na eun giggled, wrapping herself around Baekhyun’s legs. Since the day Baekhyun came she had become his number one fan and wanted to be with him all the time. On the first night when she heard that Baekhyun would sleep in your room, she got angry.

Your stomach started to hurt, and you tried to breath. “Yeah, yeah, right. A panda, huh?” you spoke, wiping the tears of joy from your eyes and standing up. “You do know that it’s going to be hard to wash that off? It’s meant for paper, not to someone’s face” you said, wiping the dust from your dress.

Baekhyun’s eyes got wider and he looked at you, then at Na eun who slowly unwrapped her arms from his legs. She knew Baekhyun would be pissed for not telling it. He squinted his eyes and leaned a little closer to Na eun. For a moment, they both stayed quiet just staring each other in the eyes.

Amused, you watched at the scene. Na eun let out a nervous chuckle. “Oops?” she said with a big smile, trying to show him her cute baby teeth. Baekhyun smiled back irritatingly “Oops?” he said sarcastically through clenched teeth and tilted his head a little. Na eun started to run, Baekhyun following her. “You little-“ he managed to say until they disappeared outside. You shook your head smiling and followed them.

He must have grown with siblings – you thought while leaning to the door frame and finishing your braid. They ran around the yard, making the sand fly as their feet hit the ground and slid when they made a turn. Na eun just giggled and was having the time of her life while Baekhyun threw frustrated “yah!” and breathless “this kid” here and there.

“What are they doing?” you father spoke behind you before stepping next to you to witness the ridiculous event. To him, their little fight wasn’t funny. “Na eun drew to Baekhyun’s face but didn’t tell it was the paint that’s used to write”. Your voice had a nuance of amuse but you tried to be serious.

He sighed and walked closer to the running kids, hands crossed behind him. He took a hold of both of their ears which made them stop and yelp in pain. “Ow ow ow ow” they wailed. It was hard for him to keep them both still because of the height difference so he let go. “Enough” he said sternly. Smiling, you wondered if Baekhyun had forgotten that he’s an adult, not a kid.

Your father eyed them as they stood before him until speaking determinedly. “Na eun, you’re coming to the village with me to buy vegetables”. “But-“ Na eun was about to argue, she hated going to the village if there wasn’t a puppet show, which she really loved to watch. “No buts, it is your punishment. Y/N you’ll go to the river, I’m making fish today and take Baekhyun with you” he turned to you while giving orders and you nodded. “Yes, father”.

Baekhyun didn’t speak on the way to the river but you were too busy to look at the flowers on the way and carrying the things you needed. A hand net, bucket, rope and a piece of soap for Baekhyun to try to clean his face.

At the river, you tied the rope around your waist. The other end would be tied around a tree to prevent you from accidentally being taken by the stream.

Baekhyun sat on the same big rock where Na eun had been sitting a week ago when you found him after cleaning his face. The paint left pretty well actually. He looked at his reflection from the water, a few bruises still on his face. Wonder of wonders, he was in a really good shape though the bruises reminded of something else. He studied his face, feeling empty for not recognizing the person looking back at him from the water.

“I wonder who I really am, if I have a family or home, if there’s someone looking for me. What if I’ll never remember them and they will never know what happened to me?” Baekhyun murmured against his knee and kept staring at the water.

Your heart sunk at how broken he sounded, how hurt he was because he couldn’t remember his loved ones. For the last days he had been fine, your father started to teach him how to fix wounds and he had been excited about it until today. You couldn’t blame him for it, it wasn’t his fault that he lost his memory.

Sighing gently, you started to tie the rope around a huge tree that stood slightly behind the big rock. “Baekhyun…you were rescued only a week ago, it’ll take some time for your memory to come back and it will” you took a pause to walk to the rock and lean on it, hands under your chin as you looked at Baekhyun.

“And then you’ll see your family again, just give yourself time to heal and try to still enjoy things. The more positive you are, the faster you get better”. Tilting your head and smiling, you tried to get him look at you, but he didn’t seem to notice.

He was deep in thought with mixed emotions. Just yesterday he was still feeling fine but now he wasn’t feeling that delightful. A lump was forming into his throat and talked past it. “Is this the place where you found me from?”

“You pointed to the rock, “That last rock over there, you were laying on it”. Baekhyun glanced at it but his eyes shifted back to the water. It was weird for him to look at himself, yet it didn’t look like himself to him. It was a stranger who he didn’t know.

You wanted to make him feel better but didn’t really know how to, so you let him be. Taking the hand net and making sure the rope was tight enough, you made your way to the water. It was a windy day, so the water felt even more colder and it made you shiver. Once the water was at your belly you stopped and stood still to wait the fish come closer, keeping the net slightly over the water and looking around the water. Soon you caught one and turned to see show it to Baekhyun.

“Look!” you shouted, lifting the net for him to see it well. He showed thumbs up but didn’t really smile. You let your hands fall on to the water and went back to the land.

“Do you want to try?” you asked, placing the fish inside the bucket. “We need another one to feed all four of us”. He finally turned to you but kept his cold face on, staring at the hand net.

“Come on, it’s fun!” you tried to make him excited, at least a little bit. His gaze sifted from the net to your pleading eyes. He didn’t want to go into the water, the fact that he had almost drowned in there made him slightly scared. But at the same time, he didn’t want to make you sad, you had been nice to him since you met. “Fine” he said and climbed down the rock carefully to not fall or rip his hanbok.

You tied a rope around Baekhyun’s waist and offered him the hand net which he took to his hand.  “Let’s go” you said and started to walk towards the water but turned around quickly when you realized that he wasn’t following you. He stared at the water, legs glued to the ground. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

“The water” He gulped. “It feels scary and makes me feel weird” he continued and looked at you. There was genuine fear in his voice and eyes and you smiled comfortingly and walked back to him. “I understand that after the incident it makes you feel like it but there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be next to you all the time, okay?” you offered your hand for him to grab it.

It took him a few gulps of encouragement but eventually, he placed his hand on yours and you pulled him with you in to the river, slowly. He turned his head rapidly like someone could attack him from anywhere. “Calm down” you said quietly.

As you stopped you told Baekhyun to try to catch a little fish for practice. First, he did it really carefully, still holding onto your hand. Fortunately, he started enjoying it and kept hitting the water though he didn’t get any fish to the net.

He tried multiply times and splashed the water with the net. Not a single fish ending up in his net, deserving a groan from him. “Concentrate more” you said, trying to calm his nerves. “But you did it so easily!” he whined pouting, not caring about his fear of water anymore.

You stood next to him and leaned closer to him to whisper into his ear. “Look” you said when you saw a big fish getting closer, pointing at it so Baekhyun could see it too. He lifted the net, waiting for it to come closer, is tongue peeking out in concentration.

“On three. One…two…three!”. In a second, he swung the net underwater and then bringing it back up. There was the big fish, twitching in the net. Baekhyun laughed in joy and jumped up and down in the water. You clapped at him, happy to see him in a better mood, acting like a kid again.

“I got it!” he exclaimed and pushed the fish closer to your face, making you smile more. “I told you it’s fun!”

While you two were celebrating Baekhyun’s success, jumping around the water. Without you knowing there was a hooded man, standing in the other side of the river. Hiding behind the trees to watch you two closely. First, he couldn’t believe who was standing there but it made him smirk “We meet again, Wang Eun” he spoke with the most mysterious voice and disappeared deep into the woods.

Thank you for reading💕

[rockcandyrebels]

A Really Important Chapter

CaraBanned:

So let's see...how did the last dream end? With Kysme jokingly saying "that totally makes me wanna kiss you" and Liyah just going "Well, why haven't you?" not so jokingly...

I assume there wouldn't be a real action taken right now? Instead, Aaliyah just...turns her head back towards the sky, silently. "I kind of mean it, Kysme. Why haven't you kissed me yet?" And there was silence, or at least a certain type of white noise in which you know somebody is talking, but the words fall on deaf ears. (I imagine Kysme replies dumbly, "What do you mean", or a variation of that)

" Actually, no, I have a better question- do you think there could ever be anything between us? I don't mean anything casual or like friends with benefits sort of shit. Could you see us being more than friends, the meaningful way?" No white noise, only silence. Aaliyah probably huffs, her face feeling kind of hot on account of being embarrassed. She shouldn't have brought this up, but oh well, it's already up. She might as well continue. So she does. "You don't gotta lie to me or anything, coddle my feelings or some shit. I just wanna know! And I'm not trying to force anything on you, because I don't really know how I feel about you either. I know that I care about you at least, and sometimes i mix feelings up within myself. I just want things to be clear. So..." She'd blow a strand of hair out of her face with a sigh. "Yeah."

There, she said it. Now all she has to do is wait.(edited)

And that's when things got unclear because how the fuck am i supposed to figure out meaningful dialogue for kysme by myself-

Memphis-Rex:

My girl.

//Clutches chest

CaraBanned:

LMAO MEMPHIS

Memphis-Rex:

SHE JUST LAID IT OUT STRAIGHT AND BARE IN ONE SHOT.

The bravery-

CaraBanned:

GOD YEAH tbh I think the whole journey of this dreamscape just...came from that talk a long time ago? Me asking you if you think that kysme could toy with the fact that the two could be something more? (Rightly named in the blog "something more") basically just liyah putting her heart out on her sleeve all vulnerable and what not and trusting kysme to be serious with her for a second.

if only I could be like that in real life tho, shitttt

Memphis-Rex:

I feel serious Kysme would be silent a lot since he's actually taking time to chew over his words before spitting them out. So yeah those silences are something-

CaraBanned:

Oh gosh, glad that was right on the mark then. Don't take too long though, Kysme. Liyah might start feeling real silly, getting up and trying to brush it off like

Memphis-Rex :

And hmmmm. I feel like he might counter with a question first. After a tense moment he relaxes back into the grass, staring at the sky as well. "I don't know. I don't usually feel this way about people either. Am I even worth a genuine effort at something more? I fuck up so easily."

In that brief moment his tough guy persona slips aside, and you can see his own insecurity of losing things he cares about and his fears of being emotional.

Maybe, for once, his voice sounds gentle.

Kysme is fully aware of how shitty he can be. Sometimes he can't help it. In a way, he doesn't want to be the one who hurts her.

Would he be able to forgive himself for such a thing.

CaraBanned:

Oh, hey Memphis?

Fuck you???

This hurts more than it should?? Vunerable Kysme????ouch???

Lmao you can sleep now though if needed, you'll be rewarded a nice piece of HC. Thank you for your efforts.

CaraBanned:

His response would make liyah do a double take-turning her head to watch him again, her face obviously surprised by his change of tone. Wow. Just wow. Imagine her mouth opening to form words, though not being able to really say anything at first. Just studying his face.

"You're worth it."

Not a general, safe, 'everyone is worth it', or a shrug and wishy-washy kind of deliverance. It would be said with a quiet kind of conviction, like she actually means it. Because she does. And she smiles a bit at that, fondly. "Trust me, Kysme. I've been through the ringer a couple times with this kind of shit. Fucking up comes with the playing field- don't be so hard on yourself."

And I can see her doing something sweet, like reaching out and grabbing a hold of kysme's hand, gently so. Something to know that she's there, that she hears him. "But someone else's words probably mean nothing when your mind is convinced. Maybe you have to convince yourself that youre worth it, yeah?" She'd sigh, still her hand on top of his, a comfortable sort of silence.

Memphis-Rex:

There's gonna be a pause as he relishes the sensation of her hands on his. You know with how often he takes her hand jokingly to stare at its glistening surface, it's probably the first time she held his hand of her own accord. He'd bite his lip, say something like "I'll work on it." Another moment. Then, a careful movement as to not crush the arm that was previously holding his hand, he rolls over to lie on his side, closer to her, propping himself up on one elbow. There's this intense look in his candy colored eyes as he gazes down upon her face, and this time he doesn't hide it (recap-- the time he'd get distracted looking at her while she talks about movies). He's just taking it all in, up close, straightforwardly. "...But we can change one thing first." He says, referring to the earlier question of why he hasn't kissed her yet. And---

(ok if Aaliyah isn't down with this we can always change it XD)(edited)

Memphis-Rex:

Pt. 2--- Hypothetically speaking, if they do indeed get together, I feel nothing too much will change about their dynamics? They still have their silly banters and teasing, but finally they're not repressing their feelings so it feels more..liberating? To show some act of affection.

And I'm not saying Kysme becomes perfect boyfriend material immediately. He still makes her eyes roll to the sky with his stupidity. ("Shit, he's the biggest dumbass in the world but he's my dumbass" suddenly crosses my mind)

But there are some subtle changes in the way he acts now.(edited)

Is she going to feel bothered by his habit of occasionally sleeping with strangers (seeing her past with another pretty boy cough cough)? Cause I think the amount of times he fools around will dwindle if he's in a relationship but habits/hobbies die hard...He would try to be transparent about the matter though.

CaraBanned:

(I FUCKING FELL ALSEEP WAITING FOR THIS. GOD. FUCKING. DAMNIT.)

(First of all aaliyah is down yes of course the fuck you think memphis //still reading/)

Memphis-Rex:

(HAHAHA)

(And you woke up?! Now?!)

(also doesn't hurt to double check lel)

CaraBanned:

(LOL my body must have realized that I was missing straight up PERFECT QUALITY HCING)

(And true! Okay hold on while I respond something good.)

Oh gosh, your respond to the HC kind of like, feels like the perfect end already, but I will add on one thing to it- the idea of Aaliyah's heart thumping faster and faster as she realizes what exactly kysme is about to do. A loud thump, thump, thump pounding against her ears. Her eyes growing wider and her heart jumping at her throat, because holy shit...is he really gonna do it? Is he really going to do it? and when he does do it, its like something clicks in place with her head. Something nice and tender and a little scary. She'd close her eyes and sink into the kiss almost immediately, moving her hands up to cup his cheeks and hoping to god that that burning sensation comes soon- it would be safe to assume that she herself has been guilty of wondering how it would feel on her lips, sue her. (If it does come soon then she's probably left breathless and panting and if kysme asks if she needs a second she just goes "Fuck no." She was waiting for this kiss, even if she didnt think she was ever going to get it. (stay tuned for pt.2)

And I was gonna say that too, tbh! Like...they didn't need much to shift at all- theyve always been pretty comfy with each other and to the outside viewer it probably doesnt look like anything at all has changed unless they spot some nuances (like couch hand holding, aaliyah not complaining when the guy touches her, even if he grabs her by the waist or something, her sitting on his lap while watching a movie, etc) It just kind of...comes naturally. Liberating, as you say. Just...everything is right for once. (Also don't mind me but I totally wouldn't mind if this became non-hypothetical, if ya know what I mean, hueh hueh. //rubs my grubby raccoon hands together/).

The stupidity becomes endearing in a way, exactly as you say ("my big pink dumbass").

No, I don't think she's going to be bothered by it if he's honest about it (and as long as he saves his sweetest parts for her, you know? Like don't go confiding in strangers when you have a perfectly good girlfriend here to cuddle with.) The issue that destroyed her and Samael's relationship, besides the politics, was the lying to cover the hookups and the using and emotional abuse. It wasn't the fact that Sam was sleeping around, its the fact that she was the last to know, usually through other people. And what a shitty feeling is that. So even if he still has trouble with the deep conversation portion or the relationship, as long as he isn't lying to her face on petty shit, she wont make a big deal about it. Maybe even jokes about it when he tells her. ("Oh, cool. So is that the one you were talking about organizing the threesome with?") And that is to say that although she herself isn't someone to sleep around, I could see her branching out herself, once or twice. Lol (also speaking of which if we are going down this road she 'll likely tell him about that whole relationship fiasco, get ready for that can of worms kysme)