#need ideas for hangout spaces down the street

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Progress pic for Bruce's townhouse and street

This will take a while to finish. I did a bit of the outside of 6 townhouses and decorated the garage for Bruce. I still gotta decorate all the houses and build some community lots down the street. The micro-cave in the sewers is gonna be fun to build.

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birthday presents for a tiger — ksy

summary: it’s your neighbor’s birthday, you decide to give him a gift

tags: smut (minors dni!), neighbors!au warnings: explicit unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, masturbation, praise, back scratching, creampie, reader calls soonyong tiger lol wc: 3.1k an: this trope has been done a million times, i do not give a shit this has been on my ideas list for months now so hap birth hosh

Ever since you moved into your town home you have been…intrigued with your neighbor, Kwon Soonyoung. (He introduced himself to you as ‘Hoshi’ and it took you almost two months to learn his real name).

On weekdays he gets up early and comes home late but on weekends he’s the life of the block. He has a good relationship with the people who live next to him—Seokmin on the right, Seungkwan on the left—and they can always be seen hanging out on their front porches. Besides those two, it seems that everyone likes Soonyoung and his friendly personality. You're included in that mix, but you can’t help but get easily annoyed at him as well.

You think his tiger paraphernalia is a bit of an eyesore and sometimes he can just get SO loud and you don’t even want to get started on his shameless flirting. From the day you two met, Soonyoung has tried to put the moves on you, laying the charm on thick and always coming up short. Sure, he’s an objectively good looking guy and you do admit he is quite charming at times, but you do not fold for men whose pick up lines consist of calling you his ‘tigress’.

The flirting isn’t always the worst though. He always compliments you, which is nice, and he never hesitates to jump to help you with anything you may need. You also get a good laugh out of it if you find one of his pick up lines particularly silly. Soonyoung’s face always lights up when you do laugh and you can’t help but find his chubby cheeks and squinted eyes adorable. 

Then there was that one time you got stood up for a date and Soonyoung found you sitting on the curb, all dressed up and alone, and offered to make you tea. You two sat in his kitchen the whole night talking and you realized that he really is a sweet guy. Those feelings went away the next day when he wolf-whistled at you across the street, but you know, it’s a nice memory.

You tend to find the man most infuriating on hot summer nights, when he’s outside sharing a beer with Seokmin and Seungkwan, and he’s in nothing but a tank top and a pair of loose sweatpants. You may not be falling for his tiger growling he thinks is flirting, but you have found yourself daydreaming about his large hands and his plump lips and his toned arms and his pretty hair and yeah, you find your neighbor incredibly hot, so what? His hotness is outweighed by the annoyed feeling you get when you see him parading it around. Yes he’s sexy, he doesn’t need to show it off to everyone, especially unsuspecting bystanders like you. It’s not good for your heart. Or your panties.

The only thing worse than his porch hangout outfits is the day he helped you put your groceries away after helping you bring them in from your car. Your kitchen isn’t huge so there was minimal space for you two to work around each other, bumping into each other every so often. Then, THEN, as you were putting a can in your pantry, you felt his strong, thick body press up against your back. A shudder ran down your back and it stayed there when you felt his breath on your neck.

“Sorry,” he said innocently, “I’m assuming this goes here?”

It took you a moment to realize he was holding a package of instant noodles, reaching for a shelf. You had to take a deep breath to calm yourself before telling him yes. He then put the noodles on the shelf and pulled away, leaving you disappointed, wanting to feel him up against you even more. Feel him inside of you. After he left you ran up to your room to shove your hands down your soaked panties, furiously rubbing your clit until you came with his name on your lips.

Ever since then you’ve been slightly avoiding Soonyoung, while also trying to catch glimpses of him out your window. Luckily, Soonyoung is a ‘windows open’ person and it’s not hard to see into his house from your bedroom window across the street. At some point you realized that stalking him isn’t going to fix your problem and that just maybe you have to admit you have a crush on him back. You can’t tell him that though, after shooting down his flirting for over a year now. If anything, you want to avoid him even more.

The world has a funny way of working though, and avoiding him becomes impossible when you receive his mail in your mailbox. It’s a cute blue envelope with a tiger doodled on the front and when you turn it over it’s addressed to Hoshi, no last name, just ‘Hoshi”. 

You can’t exactly put it into his mailbox because the mail boxes at your town home have locks on them which means you’re forced to give it to him in person. You quickly check your appearance before heading across the street to Soonyoung’s home. You knock on his front door and you wait for thirty seconds at most before the door is swinging open.

“Oh, Y/N. Hi. I haven’t seen you around recently, I was getting kind of worried to be honest.” Fuck that’s so sweet of him. Damn it, why is he so cute?

“You could have texted me, you have my number,” you say, a bit of a cool tone laced in your voice to try and push your thoughts down.

Soonyoung just chuckles. “Well, I’ll keep that in mind if you go MIA again. So, what brings you around? Do you want to come in? I can make some tea.”

“No, no, I just had to give you this.” You hold the envelope out. “It ended up in my mailbox.” 

“Oh, thank you!” Soonyoung takes the envelope and opens it right in front of you. “It’s my birthday card from my friend Jun!”

“I didn’t know it was your birthday. If I had known I could have baked you a cake or something.”

“Don’t worry, my birthday isn’t for another two days. You can wish me happy birthday then.” Soonyoung shoots a wink at you and you ignore the way your heart speeds up in your chest.

“Yeah, okay. In two days then.”

Well no backing out now, you think as you hit send on the text. 

You: happy birthday soonyoung You: look out the window ;)

It doesn’t take long for Soonyoung to appear in his bedroom window, his jaw dropping and his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

You’re sitting on your bed in front of your own bedroom window in nothing but a set of lacy black lingerie and a sheer robe over it. You wave at Soonyoung and he shyly waves back, his eyes still trained to your partly exposed figure.

You pick up your phone and hit call on Soonyoung’s number and you see the man scramble to answer the call, nearly dropping his phone twice as he does. 

“H-hello?”

“Happy birthday Soonie.”

“I-” You see Soonyoung swallow, before running a hand through his hair. “Is this my present?”

“Yeah, do you like it?” You stand up from your bed so you can remove your robe, giving Soonyoung a show as you do. You trail your fingers over the garters hugging your thighs before trailing them up your leg to rest on the waistband of the panties.

“Yes. So much.” Soonyoung’s voice is already a little breathy and you can see his fingers resist the urge to palm himself through his pants. “Fuck Y/N. You look so pretty.”

“All for you, tiger.” The name slips off your tongue and Soonyoung is groaning instantly. “I can show you even more if you want?” Your reach around to unclasp your bra, holding it to your chest not to reveal anything just yet.

“Please. I want to see you. All of you. Have for a long time. I need it.” You figured Soonyoung would be whiney in bed, but you weren’t expecting him to be this whiney. If you’re being honest, it definitely turns you on even more. 

“Anything for the birthday boy.” You drop your arms, your bra falling with them. Your tits spill out into the open and Soonyoung whimpers on the other end of the call. You shake your chest a bit to tease Soonyoung even more and he finally lets his resolve go, reaching down to palm at his already half hard cock.

You chuckle as you watch him rub himself, staring at your chest. You reach up and squeeze your tits, pushing them together before letting them go, allowing them to bounce back in place. It doesn’t take long for Soonyoung to discard his pants, pushing them to the floor. 

While Soonyoung is hastily stripping you move to your bed, kneeling on the mattress with your thighs spread to give Soonyoung a view of what’s between them. You reach down and start to rub yourself there, two fingers against your clit. The rough lace of your panties feels nice against the sensitive bud and it doesn’t take long for the fabric to be thoroughly soaked with your juices.

“I’m so wet Soonyoung,” you say. You pull your panties to the side so you can show off your dripping cunt.

“Holy shit,” Soonyoung wheezes out. “Y/N your pussy is so pretty. Wanna taste it.”

“Aww, Soonie, do you wanna eat my cunt? Taste my arousal all over your tongue?” You dip your fingers down into your pussy, spreading your slick over your folds. You bring your fingertips back to your clit, rubbing there again. You know that this is all for Soonyoug, but you have needs too, and you need some kind of friction to soothe the ache in your cunt.

Across the street Soonyoung is shoving his hand down his boxers before pulling his cock out from the waistband. You lick your lips at the sight. His tip is an angry red color and while his length looks average, his cock is fat and you want to feel how heavy it is against your tongue. You wonder if he would be down to 69 so you get the best of both worlds. 

Your fingers work at your clit faster, needing to find your release soon or else you’ll go crazy. You can feel your cunt get wetter and wetter as you touch yourself. When you look out your window it’s clear that Soonyoung isn’t doing much better. His fist is pumping his cock fast and rough and you can hear his moans through your phone speaker.

The sight pulls a moan from your own lips. You decide at that moment you need Soonyoung in you more than anything.

“Soonyoung,” you mewl out. “Please come fuck me. I need it. Spare key is under the planter on my porch. Please.”

At your words Soonyoung is quickly shoving his dick back into his boxers and pulling his pants back on. He’s out of sight within seconds and it barely takes him a minute to be throwing your bedroom door open. You’ve moved so you’re laying back in the bed and Soonyoung quickly sheds his pants again before crawling over your body.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you,” Soonyoung mutters before crashing his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down even more so his body rests on top of yours. You can feel his cock rub up against you through his boxers and you cant your hips up to gain even more friction.

Soonyoung’s lips move against yours messily but neither of you care, too frantic to make the moment tender. You feel his tongue slip between your lips, hot and wet, and you allow him to explore your mouth. He doesn’t stay there long, too desperate to get his mouth on other parts of your body.

Soonyoung trails wet kisses down your neck to your tits where he sucks on into his mouth, his tongue running around your nipple. His hands continue to move down your body until one drags against your slit and you gasp loudly, bucking your hips into his touch. 

“Ah, Soonie, please.” You tug at his hair to get his attention. He pops his mouth off your tit and looks up at you with wide eyes, panting a bit.

“Baby?” The nickname has you groaning and you never want him to call you anything different.

“I need you to fuck me, tiger. Right now.”

Soonyoung nods, now determined to make your wishes come true. He quickly sheds the rest of his clothes before tearing your panties down your legs and throwing them behind his back onto the floor. You can see the way his eyes linger on your cunt for a second and you know he wants to dive in and have a meal, but he stops himself, moving to line himself up to your entrance.

His tip rubs at your slit for a moment, teasing your folds, before he finally pushes in. You let out a long, deep moan as you feel his thick cock stretch out your walls and bury itself in you balls deep. Your walls squeeze him tight and Soonyoung looks like he’s also struggling not to cum on the spot.

He allows both of you time to adjust before he pulls his hips back so just his tip is in you, only to slam right back into you. You throw your head back, your back arching away from the mattress. Soonyoung leans down again to kiss at your chest. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight so he can continue to pound into your velvety heat.

“Shit baby, I knew you would feel amazing, but this is heaven,” Soonyoung mumbles against your chest. “God you look so pretty like this, speared on my cock as I fuck you open.” He moves his mouth up to your neck, burying his face there. Just like that day back in your kitchen, you feel his hot breath on your neck, and it still sheds shivers down your spine. Only this time, you don’t have to get yourself off to relieve the ache in your core.

You bring your hands up to claw at Soonyoung’s back, digging your nails into his skin. You know you’re going to leave marks, and you file the thought of how hot you find that away for later. You can feel your lower stomach tense, signaling you’re close to your orgasm.

You wrap your legs around Soonyoung’s hips, pulling him into you farther. Soonyoung’s tongue is licking long stripes up your neck in between sucking at the skin and your skin tingles at the way you can feel him all over (and in) you. 

“Tiger,” you pant out, “so close.”

“Me too,” Soonyoung mumbles. “Where do I-”

“Inside. Cum inside me Soonyoung.”

Soonyoung growls, full on rumbles in your ear before his hips speed up their pace, fucking you even harder than before. You reach down between your bodies to rapidly rub at your clit and it only takes a few more seconds for you to completely let go, your legs tightening around Soonyoung as your clenches down.

Soonyoung’s teeth bite down on your shoulder, blood rushing to the surface of the skin, as his hips slow down, his slit pouring his thick, white cum into your cunt. When he pulls out of you, you can feel his cum slide out of you as well and onto your mattress.

Your pussy feels empty without him and you want him in you again instantly. You tell him so and Soonyoung is quick to turn you over, pulling your ass into the air. His still hard cock rubs against your ass cheeks a few times before he’s pushing into you once more.

The thirst in your mind and in your pussy is quenched at the feeling of him filling you up again. You wiggle your ass against him a bit to get him to move and Soonyoung lets out a soft laugh before starting to roll his hips in and out of you. His large hands envelope your ass cheeks, palming at the fat there. The combination of his cock brushing against your g-spot and his hands kneading your ass has your mind fogged with a pleasant hum and you feel content to do this all day.

Soonyoung, on the other hand, seems to have other plans in mind, wanting to get both of you to orgasm again. His hips snap into yours at a quick pace and your mind is so distracted with the pleasure you’re feeling you nearly forget to breathe. 

You feel Soonyoung trail his hand down your back, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You bury your body further into the mattress, your back bending even more as you press your front down and your ass up. 

“You’re so good to me,” Soonyoung huffs between grunt, “best birthday present in a while.”

“Tiger, Soonie, you feel so good in me. Love your cock,” you babble, not completely coherent. Nobody can blame you though, not with the way Soonyoung keeps rutting his cock into you so his tip hits your sweet spot over and over again.

“Shit,” Soonyoung whines, “gonna cum again.” 

You know it hasn’t been long since Soonyoung started fucking you again, but if you’re being honest you’re close as well. Soonyoung reaches around your body to play with your clit, abusing the nub with his harsh rubs. You can’t do much other than clench down and let out labored breaths. It seems to be enough for Soonyoung though because his fingers slow down as you feel his hips stop moving as well. Soonyoung seems to realize his fingers have lessened in pace and he quickly goes back to frantically trying to get you off as he’s still cumming in you. You’re not sure how he can cum more than he did previously, but you’re not complaining, enjoying the full feeling he’s leaving in your cunt.

The feeling of his cum sitting in your pussy has your body shaking, your walls fluttering as you reach your peak. You mewl out Soonyoung’s name as your muscles give out, your body slumping to the bed. Soonyoung pulls his cock from you and flops down next to you, his chest rising and falling dramatically as he catches his breath.

“I- thank you,” Soonyoung says and you laugh slightly. “I’m not joking, that was like the best birthday present ever.”

You move so you can nuzzle your head against Soonyoung’s shoulder, pressing a kiss there. “So you don’t want the cake I baked you earlier?”

You feel Soonyoung’s chest rumble as he giggles. “How about we eat the cake, and then I eat you out after?”

You smile. “I don’t think my presents can get any better than that.”

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«Do you think I’m a good person?» with Neil 🥸

Oh my GOD, I love this prompt with MC.

When you're feeling way too much and the friend who doesn't quite have faith in anyone is the only one around.

1.109 words under the cut:

Tomorrow, when you wake up with one of the (possibly) worst headaches of your life, you’re gonna regret listening to Joy when she backed up your decision of buying the cheapest red wine the market down the street had to offer – but, again, it’s a thing for tomorrow only. Right now, you’re simply feeling tipsy, lightheaded. 

Maybe slightly… sad. 

No, definitely. 

You are standing in Neil’s kitchen, with your elbows on the counter as you watch him cleaning your early mess. It wasn’t a special occasion or anything, just another day that one of you started talking about how much you deserved a rest, another one pointed out it is a friday and Neil miraculously offered his apartment for a “quick reunion”, then one thing led to another. Before you noticed, you and Spencer were unpacking groceries, while Joy and Cass argued on which playlist to put on and your host tried hard to act like he didn’t regret inviting you in. Apart from you, he is the only one who stays on his feet, the rest of your friends already asleep either on the couch or in a guest room. 

Most days, it works. This little thing you all do. 

The group – half of it, at least – was quick to include you in their hangouts, and for these few hours where you’re laughing and singing and existing with them, you even dare to forget what a horrible person you actually are. 

You’re sure none of them would look in your direction again if they only knew what you did, what you’re so dedicatedly hiding from them day after day. Before, alcohol never made you quite this feeling, never made it seem like each one of your deepest emotions was made bare in front of you – but you suppose your never had something quite like… that happening before, not like-

“Hey, get here,” Neil says to you, looking over his shoulder. “At least help me clean up this mess, will you?”

You fix a careful smile at him, trying not to think much about how easily you’ve been able to put up a front these past months. 

“What, and risk breaking any of your fancy stuff? No, thank you.”

He scoffs, turning away from you and back on throwing empty cans in the trash. Ha, it just keeps getting easier to fuss with him as time goes by. Smiling, you finish the glass of water he put in front of you a few minutes ago and leave your chair by the counter, taking a second to deal with the dizziness as your feet hit the floor, and then go to the opposite side of the kitchen, satisfied to see that most of what still needs to be dealt with are wine glasses and someone’s shoes. 

You take the glasses where it belongs, to be cleaned, and leave the shoes in an empty space near the door.  

When you return to the kitchen, Neil is already washing whatever is in the sink, wearing his yellow rubber gloves. 

The apartment is silent, nightly quiet, and, for a second there, you think about how easy it would be to simply tell him. His back is turned to you, so you wouldn’t even have to stare him in the face as you did it. You wouldn’t have to watch his eyes as he grasped the weight of your confession, nor see his expression turning to something else. You can almost never tell with Neil, and having no idea what his next step would be is equally what makes you want to tell him as it’s what’s holding you back. 

Most days, it works. Telling yourself that, even after everything, you’re not as bad as you think. Everyone makes mistakes, right? 

But not everyone makes the same kind of mistake that you did and… you think you would believe it. You would believe if it was Neil to say you’re not a good person and it terrifies you. 

You don’t want him to hate you. 

Still, maybe it’s exactly what you need. To finally come clean. 

“Neil,” you call, almost too quietly to be heard, but he answers it with a muttered ‘Yes?’. “If I asked you something now, would you tell me the truth?”

You catch him freezing for a moment, but it could be your own high nerves making you see things. 

“Why?”

I need it. 

“Does it matter? I’m just asking you to be honest with me here.”

For a few seconds, you come close to believing he is going to ignore your words, because Neil throws his head backwards and doesn’t say anything, but then he lets go of the dishes, takes off the gloves and turns, now facing you, and it’s the worst thing he could’ve done at this moment, because you can’t help but lock eyes with him. The opposite of what you wanted. 

“Hit me,” he says, tense as if you were pointing a knife at him. 

If anything, you’re the one accepting their fate here. 

“Do you-” the words get caught on your throat, you take a deep breath before trying again. “Neil, do you think I am a good person?” 

It’s like an invisible weight almost instantly lifts from his shoulders. 

“Who? You?" He smiles, but something in his expression changes when noticing you don’t. "Yes."

He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

You must look as hopeless as you’re feeling, because Neil takes a few steps closer to where you stand, more serious than before as if to assure you of his words. “I think you’re a good person.”

“Why?”

“Does it matter?” 

“Come on, don’t use my words against me now. I’m serious.”

“So am I.”

You close your eyes, knowing he won’t be backing down from that mad idea that you’re not horrible inside. It’s your fault, after all. You’ve fooled them into believing it. When you go back to looking at Neil, you can see little signs of worry in his expression – but you know he won’t ask what has gotten into you. 

“You know what is great to deal with post-alcohol self-doubt?”

You sigh. “Enlighten me.”

“First, help your friend finish cleaning up his home,” he takes a quick look at his watch. “Then, if it’s not too late, I could fix you up something to eat that is not…”

“From a market’s platter?”

“Yeah, that.”

Tomorrow, you’re gonna regret allowing yourself to enjoy any of their company – but today you still take hold of this act of selfishness. At least you tried to change it. 

You smile at him, hoping your guilt doesn’t show.

 “I would like it.”

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A Focus on multi-functional Cafe Space | The Coffee Club

Throughout the years, the coffee shop and cafes alike have become so much more than just a place to acquire a delicious brew. Since the first coffee shops were established, they have been used as social places to congregate and meeting points for the public. Alongside the development of coffee shops came the ‘coffee culture’, a set of traditions and rules regarding the way cafes are used, and the way these delicious brews are enjoyed. 

Coffee shops are everywhere, not just on our city’s high streets, but globally beloved. They offer an atmosphere that is warm and inviting, with a focus on the ambiance and aesthetic of the space as well as the services they offer, with some cafes housing multiple functions beyond the brew. Therefore, the question stands: how are coffee shops today tapping into creating new spaces that are interesting and bring new life to the beloved culture?

The Coffee Club plays the role!

Accompanied by a cup of fragrant coffee, individuals communicate with others, books and nature, creating a relaxing and comfortable reading environment with a slow rhythm. In order to change the heavy and rigid images of traditional bookstores, new designs use transparent and lightsome iron bookshelves to integrate functions, transportation, equipment, and illumination and put green plants in the cafe  to make their internal space more continuous and open as well as full of vitality.

The areas for children are small hiding spots or places where they can draw, rest and play while learning and enjoying a good book. For grown-ups, there are private reading rooms and also tables for sharing, all surrounded by warm materials, furniture, and decoration objects that speak of the joy that gives us a good story, a good book. They believe in imagination, magic, dreams, and memories. They believe that the best ideas and conversations come easily with a good cup of coffee.

Today, we associate the place of the coffee shop with other things other than the fact of coffee consumption. It’s an office space for students and workers alike, a place to chat, socialise, and beyond. Coffee culture now goes beyond a simple coffee stop, and will continue to evolve to integrate new purposes to fulfil.

Want to hangout over a simple cup of coffee?

Coffee Club is the place you need to go! Our menu may be limited, but the food is undoubtedly fantastic. Plus, with a range of coffees, you will also get to explore new tastes. A meal here will cost around INR 850 for two.

First dates can make anyone nervous. While you may plan a lot of different things and activities with your partner, the food is an essential part of the date. But more than that, choosing the perfect place to spend quality time with your loved one is also important. After all, you might not want to go to a loud place where it will be difficult to communicate. And a place too fancy can go a little out of the budget. So, if you are also planning to make your first date special with some good food, I think you are in the right place. This cafe has three different uniquely themed rooms and each of them sets a different vibe. The room adjacent to the entrance has big sofas and a television efficient for a group of friends to thrive on a match day. The second room has a mini library. You can spend as much time as you want immersing yourself in the world of books. The next room has a variety of board games enough to take you down memory lane, which is equipped with snooker tables, pool tables, and PS4 for visual gaming.The rooftop has facilities for open mic performances too. Not to mention, the good food and good music too. That’s a lot to keep you occupied for a day right? The interior design is simple and classic with a plentiful colour palette of dark green and wood. The subtle atmosphere adds aesthetic value to the unique combinations of food served in rich shades.It is cosy feels like home as there is something for everyone, even little childrens. It is a perfect place to take your date. This is the first cafe in trivandrum which offers you a rooftop experience. We have an excellent array of pastries and muffins, and they taste equally delicious too, now you know where to get the birthday cake from!!?

Italian and French flavours on its menu along with a range of fresh bakes

The cafe has three kinds of sourdough bread – rye, whole wheat and white. Then there are baguettes, croissants and several varieties of cookies. Since we were in for dinner, we skipped the cookies for something substantial.

The cold-pressed juice arrives first. Pineapple with a dash of honey and green chilli has an interesting blend of flavours that wake up the taste buds. The mild hotness of the chilli enhances the flavour of the pineapple. The cappuccino and hot chocolate do not disappoint.Before we finish the juice, the main courses arrive. The hot chicken pie is a delight with its crumbly pastry and a delectable filling of chicken, green peas and carrots. We order a second one before tucking into the cheesy chicken parmigiana that has been plated with a side of pesto spaghetti. Resting on a bed of sauce and seasoning, the chicken is tender, subtly flavoured and cheesy, as it should be. We are told that the pasta has come all the way from Italy and so even though it is cooked well, it has not turned mushy and has a bite to it.

Our warm chicken panini consists of two slices of ciabatta bread filled with a generous helping of chicken. We have it cut into pieces. The bread was of a different class altogether, the filling is what we have had before. The excitement of the pie is not there in the sandwich.

As if to make up for that, the desserts – hot apple pie, blueberry pie and fresh strawberry tart are a gourmand’s dream-come-true. The dusting of cinnamon powder and sugar combine marvellously with the warm apple pie without overpowering the pieces of apple and crust. Then we move on to the blueberry pie. The warm, sticky blueberry compote melts in the mouth and the plate is empty. Now, comes the fresh strawberry on a bed of fresh cream and a crisp tart. The smile on your face makes our  Chef Roy smile too! We suggest you try the fresh Beignets, deep-fried French fritters coated in sugar and served with Vanilla bean ice-cream or the gianduja tarts, “roasted hazelnut and Belgian milk chocolate cremeux in a flaky tart shell”. Although it sounds tempting, you were satiated by then and decided to visit another day to try all that.

Coffee Club is not just about exceptional coffee; it also offers a delectable culinary experience.Their menu boasts a variety of freshly baked pastries, hearty sandwiches, and mouthwatering desserts. The café's commitment to quality extends beyond the coffee, with a focus on using locally sourced and organic ingredients whenever possible. Each dish is prepared with care and creativity, ensuring that every visit to Coffee Club is a culinary delight.

Coffee Club offers an experience that goes beyond a simple cup of coffee. Whether you're a coffee aficionado or simply looking for a cosy spot to unwind, Coffee Club Cafe is the perfect place to indulge in your love for coffee.

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joining in the Ramshackle-being-a-neutral-spot agenda, but its with my Yuu's management (who loves money but still does her prefect job) (madol/thaumarks x yuu fr)

The guestroom (spoilers kinda? it's been in JP for a while now) is a hangout for all dorms. They serve snacks, though not as elegant as Mostro Lounge's menu, but they're definitely for more casual tastes. The food features street foods, local desserts(both from Yuu's home world), and the usual burger and fries. Yuu also refuses to sell her otherworldly recipes to Azul, claiming "They're family recipes, if you want them, you have to marry me first."

The guestroom can only hold so much, but if you pay enough you can borrow a room inside the Ramshackle dorm for limited time. Admission isn't that expensive, really, it's only for a few thaumarks. However, you do need to give up your ID when you get in, VIP room or not.

Yuu's unnamed business and Mostro Lounge are competitors, considering it's very similar; no one just gets beat up in the Ramshackle dorm if they don't get a drink. If any violence or harassment does occur inside the Ramshackle premises, the ghosts definitely aren't as kind to those who disrespect the singular dorm rule; "Don't be a bitch." Those who cross the line usually gets them punished by their dorm head and the prefect(by commanding the ghosts to continuously haunt their dorm room). Depending on how bad the action was, you might get reported to the NRC staff too, you don't really want that, do you?

just remember, the prefect has eyes and ears everywhere (in the ramshackle).

This reminds me of a post I wrote a little while ago about Yuu figuring out a business where they essentially rent rooms in Ramshackle out for parties. Your Housewarden won't let you throw the kind of loud birthday party you want? Come on down to Ramshackle! For a modest fee, you can make all the noise you want!

The golden rule: Not a word to Crowley. Because Crowley will find some bs excuse to have a cut of the profit.

This pisses Azul off, because not only is Yuu using his idea of turning Ramshackle into a business, but they've taken customers as well. People canceled their party reservations to Mostro Lounge to rent out Ramshackle instead. It's a bigger space with less restrictions for way cheaper. The audacity! The thing is: Azul knows it can get shut down if he just tells Crowley, but everyone will either know or suspect him, and no one will want to go to Mostro Lounge, there's a big gamble that he could lose even more business and he hates it.

[kittehkwrites]

Streets

“No Final Fantasy can we end these games though? ” - Doja Cat, ‘Streets’ (2019)

Summary: Trevante finally decides to say something, revealing to you how he feels and it leads to something the both of you only thought could happen in your dreams.

Warnings: Fluff, angst?, smut

Can be read as a stand alone, or as a continuation to Like I Want You

No backing down now. He thought. 

I've been goin' through some things 

I struggle with my inner man 

“I have something that  I have to get off my chest.” He said. 

There was no hint of playfulness laced in his voice like usual. 

No this was serious and it made you shiver.

Trevante couldn’t help but still get nervous around you and it took everything in him to not kiss you again.

The feeling of your soft lips gently caressing his back in shock but with such fluid motion and the current running between you both was something you wouldn’t mind feeling again. 

Baby, we tried to fight it

We all been there some days

“ I like you. Ok? I’ve liked you since we started hanging out more and i got to know you more but

Thought I needed something else

And acted like I was okay

“But I always thought you weren’t interested in me like that cause you’d always call be your friend and yea there may have been a few times of playful flirtin but I figured that just how it’d be with us and i didnt want to say anything when you would talk to me about those assholes you’d go one dates with and clearly didn’t know how to treat you”

We just had to work it out

“If I knew this was how you’ve felt, or what you thought we could’ve saved us so much time and mindless pinding over the wrong people...”

You thought of all the times you went on those dead-end dates with guys that couldn’t hold a conversation to save their life or the ones that talked so much that it irritated you to no end and how you’d go to Tre and he’d be there. Waiting on you with open arms, hanging onto your every word and giving you advice.

That’s why you thought he didn’t feel the same. What man would be so selfless? 

You wanted to leave and try to move on in hopes of protecting yourself when really you were causing more problems and you could’ve potentially caused him to lose interest..

And baby, I needed space

“I’m sorry for trying to basically avoid you at every cha-” 

“It’s alright. I guess you wanted to protect yourself from disappoint like you’d normally be on the receiving end of, but i'm not them and I can definitely say that without a doubt, you’d be my queen and not second fiddle against the juvenile excuses some of those dicks told you back then.” He was right. He’d always treat you so nicely and you misread it as friendly behaviour when for him he didn’t want to run. He wanted to stay out of fear that someone would take you away or treat you in a way you didn’t deserve.

There was a bit of silence between the two of you.

You're pouring your heart out

“we are idiots aren't we?” You both laughed, breaking the silence and it made you both feel lighter knowing you’ve spoke your peace and to have the next person feel the same made you want to float above the clouds even more than you were now. 

“I guess we are, but it makes it interesting.” He said, softly in your direction.

His smile was gracing his face and it made you melt to know that he felt the same and to know that he was there even when you tried to leave, made you feel so dumb to keeping your mouth closed about how you felt and you were sure your friends knew but wanted to leave you both to doing what you were doing incase they were wrong. 

You held me so down

All those nights you’d go to him about those aint shit niggas that wasted your time...

So down I never grew

You didn’t see that as a sign of his attraction. Just as a sign of his friendly nature and you blamed it on your lack of healthy relationships before meeting this great man that you knew no one could compare to.

Yon knew that no one else could hold you down like he did.

I tried to find out

All those guys were nothing. 

They meant nothing like the man sitting next you did in your whole time of having feelings for him but you wanted to make sure that it wasn’t you that was self-sabotaging these short term talking stages or relationships, if you can even call them that.

When none of them came through

But it wasn’t you. You thought, as you looked at his structured face, glancing over every little feature from his eyebrows to the hairs in his beard. They just weren’t him and you knew that now. 

now I'm stuck in the middle

And baby had to pull me out Like you

That night brought on an onslaught of feelings and emotions but you both remained outside until your friends called it a night and he sobered up to drop you back to your place.

The ride was comfortably silent with fluttering glances and the soft music playing through the speakers made you feel safe and right about the future of this “friendship” between you two.

Like you

Over the next few days, you both facetimed, called, texted whatever way you could keep communication open, you both did it and it was like old times again, except you both knew the others feelings and it changed from “friendly” to him essentially courting you in a way you both hadn’t put an exact label on but you both knew it was exclusive and no one could break that apart.

After a few dates and some more group hangout, you both managed to agree on having a “sleepover”, but this time it wouldn’t be like normal ; no friends or interruptions, just the two of you and it made you nervous but excited for the days to hurry past.

The days indeed were passing quickly and you made sure to pack an extra set of clothes and some nice undergarments incase you got the chance to change into it, or you’d have another opportunity to wear it for him and you knew he’d appreciate it with the way he always compliments you and your body when given the chance and it made you even more sure that he was the one that was it for you as he didn’t comment on the weight but when you wouldn’t be noticeably be eating a lot around him because you were worried about your college work and submissions he’d subtly give you food during the shared study sessions you’d have with him and your other friends. Similarly, you’d make sure he was eating when he had finals or a sports event.

You guys felt that bonding and caring was leading towards the formation of something beautiful and stable.

When the day finally came, you told him you'd forget to mention the offsite visit you’d be taking to see an exhibit on african american and afro-caribbean art being held for the month

He was happy that you were happy. 

The way you were gushing about the work you’d see and how the artists all incorporated the ideas of the diaspora, feeling lost but building some form of unity in their situations brought chills to you and the other students that accompanied the tour. 

He loved seeing your pictures that you sent when you got there and when you got the chance, you’d take pictures with the artists and creators.

He knew you’d forget to text him when you reached back to the campus or if he’d need to come get you, to which you’d appreciate seeing as the others seemed to want to stay longer than you had hoped and others had already gone and you didn’t feel like getting in other people’s cars that you werent too close with. 

Could you come for me in the next hour?

You asked and saw the three dots before his text came through.

Send your location.

That was his text to you and you weren’t about to lie and say you didn’t feel the little “flutters” as you pictured him laid up and thinking about you like you were him.

Location sent.

This is it. You thought. 

No holding back. You convinced yourself, mentally as you continued moving around the exhibit to look at the other pieces you didn’t get the chance to yet when you guys were allowed to take a break as they were opening up some of the other areas for public viewing now

Closed mouths don’t get fed and you were hungry you argued as you saw his latest text that he was on his way, wondering where the time went but anticipating the activities you’d both get into.

You began to look around a few more times before making your way to the front of the building after saying your ‘bye’s, nice to meet you’s and see you later’s.

Leisurely walking to the front you stayed in the cool conditioned air of the building, awaiting the man that managed to continuously surprise you with his bold, straightforward nature.

Glad I brought my bag and waxed the other day so no worries about any fuzz being down there, if things went as you’d hope, you thought before opening the glass door seeing the next he was around the corner and then seeing him pull up to the front.

He pulled up to the front of the building as you made your way outside of the facility.

You watched as he got out of the 1973 Chevrolet Impala you would often watch him work on,

or he’d offer to take you in to go on those long drives that would make you think things once you saw him drive with one hand and his seat back.

Like you said, it made you think things.

He came over to you and walked you back in silence.

Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing

The cool air brushing over his exposed arms.

The wind carrying his scent that hit you as you slightly trailed behind him, before coming up to the car door and opening it for you while taking your bag and placing it in the back.

And it’s motherfuckin’ scary

He shut both doors and made his way round to the drivers side, getting in and buckling up himself before stealing a quick glance at you as you did the same.

“Ready.” The click of your seatbelt heard before your voice altered him.

He looked over at you, one hand on the gear stick, and the other on the wheel before racking his dark pupils over your shy-seated form. You saw as he but his plush bottom lip before his lips formed a smirk that made your thighs clench.

She better be ready. He thought as he knew that this shy act you had going on was only turning him on more and he wanted to hear that sweet voice of yours yell his name like he dreamed.

Y’all made it back to his and you were met with the warmness and enticing scents coming from within his space. 

“I made your favourite.” He watched you walk in slowly, eyeing you again before waking in the light trail of your perfume and body lotion that left you smelling like candy and he wanted to have his dessert now. 

You were so consumed with what he said and what he’d done that you hadn’t responded. He turned and looked to you as he made his way ahead when you stood frozen at what he had done for you when you thought no one would ever do such a thing. 

Tryna keep him 'cause I found him

“Princess?” There goes that nickname that had you shivering slightly and gave him a chance to openly gaze into your beautiful eyes with a look of confusion at your silence in regards to food.

“Huh? Oh! No! that’s great. I was starving.” You expressed and progressed to his smaller dining room, still shocked at the set up of your favourite laid out and you knew it wasn’t order either because you’ve watched this man cook and always taste tested so you knew you weren’t about to be dissapointed.

“I told you to stop starving yourself. You need me to start bringing you lunches again?” He cared. The fact that this fine, tall, dark and handsome man was willing to come to you and bring you lunch still was getting you all warm, along with the delicious food that was hitting the spot.

This man is bout to get it, you thought before sitting and enjoying the food he prepared.

Both sitting under the dimmed lights and intimate atmosphere he managed to create with what he had, intensified your emotions and the glasses of wine you had with dinner got you to loosen up. 

He didn’t want to force conversation. He was ok with just being in your presence and for that, you knew he was the one and you’d do anything to keep him happy and ‘Let a ho know I ain't motherfuckin' sharing’ (or whatever it is Doja Cat said.) You’d thought as he ushered you to his couch after collecting the plates and placing them in the sink before returning to you.

He saw you and couldn’t help but think about you being his. Like actually his.

I could take you to the parents, then to Paris

Plan a motherfuckin' wedding

Tonight i’m gonna make her mine and there’s no doubt about it. 

He sat so close and for a second, you felt those shocks you felt the night he first kissed you when your legs touched.

You couldn't help but look at him and see the burning desire he had in his eyes. It was the same for him, seeing your deep pools looking at him with adoration and contemptment that he wanted to fall to his knees and beg for your love, even though he could guess you loved him the way he did you. 

You the type I wanna marry (Yeah) and keep you merry

I'll put the ring on when you ready

There was a split second.

Then clothes began to drop around your retreating forms, leading to his room.

The kisses were hard and passion filled. Hands grasping body parts.

Hot skin against hot skin. 

The soft glow of the candle he’d lit in his room providing him with enough light to tell that you were ok with this but he still had to make sure 

“You sure about this babygirl? Cause once we start...I don’t know if i’ll be able to stop.” He voice dropped many octaves and resonated deep in your soul to the point of setting off a gush between your legs that had you mindlessly nodding your head at the man.

“Words Princess.” He gripped your chin and kept that intense eye contact.

“Yes sir.” The name set off something in him and he had you flung across his mattress, head between your legs and hands gripping your thighs while he kept his eyes on your face contorting in pleasure. 

We play our fantasies out in real life ways and

No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?

He made you cum with a powerful orgasm but you knew he could do better and he knew that he was just warming you up for one of the best nights of your life...besides marrying him and having kids together. 

THAT’S how sure of himself he was that he’d ruin you for anyone else.

Could you blame him tho? He finally has you how he’s been dreaming about and he isn’t gonna hold back in let you know how much you mean to him. He’s gonna make sure you feel his love for you like he’s been saying.

You give me energy, make me feel lightweight (Woo)

He saw you come down enough to get on your knees, staring into his face like he was yours. 

You saw your essence glistening in his facial hair, the moonlight that made its way in and added to the soft glow of the candle made him look like a beautiful shade of blue and near obsidian black. 

Your hands making their way up his sculpted arms, joining at the chest and making their way down his sculpted torso, leading to his happy trail and the prominent tent in his jeans that you couldn’t help but rub your palm against.

“No teasing, Princess.” His voice snapped you out of your day dream of the erect member laying between his thick thighs, encased by the light washed jeans. 

You looked up at him through innocent eyes and you swear you saw his pupils dilate even more, overtaken by lust as he brought his hand up your stomach, corse palms over your delicate skin and thick fingers wrapping around your neck for a tight squeeze before he gently pushed you back onto the bed once he saw you close those pretty eyes and bit your lip at the action. 

Like the birds of a feather, baby

He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed before he started to remove his denim bottoms. Eyes never leaving yours as he pushed his jeans down his muscular legs, taking his boxers off at the same time before standing at attention once kicking them off.

You couldn’t help but look down at the one-eyed monster between his legs and he took notice at the way you looked at him.

He gripped the base of it before calmly saying “Don’t worry baby. You’re a big girl and I know you can take it.” His hand pumping slowly at the look in your eyes and the wetness between your legs. 

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolling it over his tip causing you to let out a whine at not being able to feel his girth in your mouth.

“Don’t worry Princess, you can have a taste later. Right not i want to feel that sweet pussy gripping this fat dick, that alright?” He said a soft voice but it was gruff that it had you getting slick even more at the dominance he had in that moment and the way he put receiving on the backburner. 

You just nodded you head and he got close to you to rub his tip between your folds, lubricating the condom with what you supplied. It was a sight for him that he had to think of anything besides busting in the condom then and there.

We real life made for each other

He made you look at him before pushing into your wet valley. He took his time as you relaxed and felt every hot inch insert itself so deliciously slow.

And it's hard to keep my cool

You weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t like the gentle strokes he was giving to let you adjust, however you knew he wanted to go faster and harder if he was as sexually frustrated as you were from subpar partners.

Cause you’re a one in a million 

There ain't no man like you

It was like he was reading your mind. 

After he noticed you moving your bottom half off the bed to meet his strokes, he grabbed your legs, placing them over your shoulder, not missing a beat and going deeper into your depths.

“Oh shit tre!” He had to let out a breathy chuckle before he felt you grip his dick with your tight walls. That caused his body to jerk even deeper before he could process it and had him releasing a deep grunt you don’t think you’ve ever heard from him before.

“Shit Princess. Got this tight pussy grippin me like this? Who said you could do that?” He was gonna make sure you knew who was incharge in the bed room but you had a surprise for him when you were able to catch him off with the slip of a whispered ‘daddy!’ that made his hips stutter and him lose focus.

You were able to get him on his back, his large member not slipping from your clenching muscles and managed to start grinding on the massive amount of muscle lying beneath you.

“I did. Nigga” You went in after that.

Trevante watched in awe at the way you were taking him, knowing this position meant you’d definitely feel him in your gut if you sat completely over his pulsing, thick pole.

You planted your feet on either side of his hips, hands moving through the wisps of hair sprayed across his chest and switched the pace of your movements.

Up. Down and grind then up again.

He wasn’t going to lie and say that you were riding him like the perfect woman, like he’d always imagine after hearing about the way a woman could trap a man with good sex, he finally believed it with you over him.

That intense i contact was adding to the pleasure for you both and he couldn’t help himself. He brought his hand down on your ass quick and hard before gripping the round flesh in his hands and picking you up to lay back on the bed again before he started to pound into you faster once he saw your eyes rolling back and felt your pussy clenching him even harder.

“You gonna cum on this dick babygirl? Huh?! Answer me and take it like a big girl!”

all you could do was nod your head and repeatedly chant “Yes Yes Yes Yes” even after he finished speaking to you.

You layed under him a blubbering mess but wanting to prove to him you weren’t a punk.

“Cum on this dick Princess. I want to feel that pretty pussy cum all over this -fUCK! THAT’S RIGHT!-yea cum on this dick! Make it yours bitch!”

That word did something for you.

“I’M CUMMING.”

“Then cum bitch.” He whispered into your ear and it ignited the spasms and feeling of pure bliss of release.

He watched you convulse under him and he felt his sack tighten at the way your face looked that he couldn’t take his eyes off yours even for a second.

“Look at me bitch! I said look at me!” He gripped your cheeks between his large hand and got you to face him, seeing your dazed state and then he recognized you were going to cum again.

“You gonna cum again? You like this? Huh?” He waited and raised his leg onto the bed, bending it and forcing your legs to go wider by taking them from around his hips.

He had you so confused in this position. 

You didn’t know if you wanted to run or stay there but you knew it had you cumming closer. Then you felt a smack to the face.

“I asked you a question! Answer me!” His loud voice, deep and all baritone like bounced off the walls at his command.

“Yeees I’M CUMMING!” You responded, equally loud you were sure the neighbours would hear but they should mind the business that pays them you thought.

You were getting the pounding of your life and didn’t want to have to stop because of nosey people calling security to check on the unit.

If they didn’t know what was going on, then that’s tough. But you were gonna make sure you got railed well tonight.

He didn’t know what came over him but he had to say it

“You love this dick baby? You love how I feel inside you?” His voice was still deep but that roughness made you tingle and he felt the flutter of your walls over him

“Yes!” You squeaked out.

“FUCK! I feel that pussy gripping me even tighter!”

He looked at you and you managed to pry your eyes open and stare into his as he said what he felt was right in that moment.

“You wanna be my girl? Huh?” His eyes still held list in them, but there was a softness as he slowed down to ask this, coming closer to you to pepper kisses over your face and embrace you.

“Yes!” You loved the way he felt but you wanted him to go harder so when you pleaded “Harder Tre! Please? I need you to go harder” He fixed his position and granted you your wish by pounding into you harder and faster, his gentle thrusts out the window and your ecstasy written all over your face.

You tried pushing his hips away but he smacked your hands away, grabbing both wrists and coming to you closer and to your ear.

“You gonna cum when I tell you to? You gonna be a good girl for me?” He watched you in pleasure of maintaining his composure and not cumming the first minute he sunk into your velvety pussy that he couldn’t even manage would feel so heavenly as it does now.

“Yes” You sounded so pathetic and it turned you on more than you thought possible at being so dominated but the big heap of dark, thick hefty muscle plowing into you made you feel safe even with his belittling of you but you knew it was only for the sex. 

“Yeah? My girl huh? You’re so pretty under me.” He whined. It was so beautiful to hear so loud into your ear in the close position he was in. 

This close proximity made you feel so connected and had you tearing up a little at the fact you knew he was still being gentle with you and it brought you closer.

Trevante looked down at you and saw the cloudy look in your eyes. He knew you were cumming again and he was right there with you so he let you go and pushed one of his hands between your sweaty bodies, finding your clit and stimulating you double time to climax together.

He saw your eyes rolling back when he felt that tightness in his sack before he shouted out to you,

“CUM! CUM ON THIS DICK!” He roared out to you.

It was a rush you hadn’t been prepared for as he managed to get faster but his rhythm started to become irregular. He still managed to hit that deep spot in you that had you going crazy when his tip would rub over it and all that could be heard was you both climaxing then heavy breathing.

He continued to grind into you slowly, careful that it may hurt you but he wanted to ride out the best orgasm he’s had in awhile, and knowing that it was with you made him want to keep his dick deep in you.

If it wasn’t for the condom, he’s sure he would’ve gotten you pregnant and totally stepped up to the plate to take care of you and his seed.

Like you

He couldn’t believe that you were here, in this moment with him and he had to make sure you know that you were all he could ever want and more.

He raised up and you whimpered at the loss of warmth he provided and the way his body calmed you down after such a session.

“None of that.” He said, leaning back down to place a gentle kiss to you lips “I’ll be back Princess” and then slowly pulling out of you to tie the condom and through it away. 

You couldn't help but watch his retreating form go into the bathroom and come back with a damp rag to wipe you up and then leave the room to get you some water and lay back in the bed with you next to him. 

You both stared at eachother once he got back in the bed and you managed to fix yourself in a comfortable position, not caring about the sweat or the way you may look like a mad woman.

Instead, you brought your hand up to his cheek and watched as he closed his eyes before puckering his lips, leaning to you for a kiss that you happily gave him and he pulled you to lay on his chest.

He thought you had fallen asleep as you hadn’t moved in a while and knew he had to catch some sleep to if he wanted to get up early and make you something for breakfast. 

He planted a soft kiss onto your forehead, gripping you tighter and released a content sigh.

I found it hard to find someone like you

He wasn’t going to let you go and for a moment he thought he heard you say something but he passed it off as fatigue from the intense session the both of you just carried out after months of sexual frustration and tension. 

Trevante didn’t know that you were still awake and said that you loved him 

I can't be without you

You knew you weren’t gonna run anymore and he was it. Your one in a milllion and you would do everything to keep him, like he would you.

He held you tighter before finally closing his eyes, a small smile on his face.

And I can't be without you

He hadn’t heard you say you loved him...

but that’s neither here nor there.

You’d be alright with saying it again when you both were awake and not high off sexual energy.

Like you.

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Hey y’all! 

Sorry this took so long🥴 Been busy with uni and some other personal stuff so I put this off longer than intended🥴

But what’d you think, hope this met the standards and was worth it? 

Don’t forget to like, reblog and/or comment 😊

Hope you’re staying safe, checking in on your friends and loved ones and taking time for yourself :)))

Love you all and thanks for the support.

-K💜

[those-sea-green-eyes]

Dear Diary (part 3)

Welcome back to the story that I have no idea what I’m doing with. I’m actually at a loss with this story as my life has been a little hectic recently, but hopefully I can get back into my groove. Without further adieu, let’s get on with it shall we?

part 1   part 2 part 4

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

This story takes place before and during the events of season one.

After Steve and I left the diner, we both said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. He claimed he had some things he needed to do at home, whilst I also had my respective odd jobs I had to work. I felt bad for not paying much attention during the last few minutes of our hangout. But I couldn’t help that my mind had wondered off into limbo. I couldn’t even remember why I’d spaced out like that. I shook those thoughts from my head and started the drive home.

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“Dad, I’m home!” I called across the house, but there was no answer. Weird, his car was in the drive way. I dropped my things off by the door and carried the box from my mom’s house to my room. After that I went to the kitchen to grab a snack before hearing the back door shut. My dad walked into the kitchen covered in oil.

“Hey kiddo, how was the date?” I choked on the chip I had in my mouth and turned to my dad, seeing the shit-eating grin on his face. I recomposed myself and lightly knocked my dad on the shoulder.

“It was not a date, dad. It was just two friends getting lunch and catching up.” I passed him to enter the living room and plopped onto the couch.

“I know, I know. I was just messin’ with you.” he chuckled and threw the grease covered cloth he had in his over the side of the kitchen sink. “Ya’ know, that bike out there is something else, I’ll tell ya. She spewed oil all over me earlier before I was able to figure out where that leak was. Got it fixed though, so she should be up and running by the weekend.” I quickly sat up at his words.

“Really?!” he nodded in response and I jumped up and ran out the back door to the garage, I had found this old bike for sale at a used car lot a few months ago and was ecstatic, as I had always wanted one, but brand new ones were a fortune. I walked into the garage and admired the beauty before me. A 78′ Harley Davidson Sportster, in a gorgeous dark red color. 

“She’s looking good, dad. Thanks again for fixing her up for me!” I went to give him a hug but he stopped me and gestured to his oil covered shirt. “Ah, right, wouldn’t want to ruin my clothes, thanks.” We both chuckled and went for a goofy handshake instead.

As I re-entered the house, I heard the phone ringing from the kitchen. I walked in and picked it up, not expecting the voice on the other end.

“Hey, (y/n). Sorry to bother you but I’m seem to have found myself in a predicament.” he followed his statement with a nervous chuckle.

“Steve?? What’s going on, is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s okay- well, my situation isn’t the best, but I’m not in any danger or anything. No, my car broke down on the side of the road and I walked to the nearest gas station to call for help, and you were the first person to come to mind.” I lightly smiled at his words. Glad to know he still thinks of me.

“So, you need me to come get you?”

“Yeah, I really hate to ask you, but yes, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course not! I’ll be there as soon as I can. Where are you at?”

“I’m at that old gas station on Miller Street.”

“Okay great, I’ll see you in a fe-”

“Thank you- so much.” he sounded defeated, but I didn’t want to press about it. He ended the call and I grabbed my keys from the counter and went out to the back.

“Hey dad, I’m running out really quick! Steve’s car broke down and needs a ride. I’ll be back later!” I called towards the garage. 

“Okay kiddo, see you later, love you!”

**********

As I pulled into the gas station Steve said he was at, I started to get a little worried. He was sitting outside on the curb of the sidewalk, head in his hands. I parked and quickly got out to check on him.

“Steve? Is everything okay?” I crouched down next to him and hesitated to place a hand on his shoulder. He jerked his head up abruptly and I slightly flinched at the suddenness. “Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” I said softly.

“No, no, you’re fine. I just didn’t expect you to be here so soon.” He stood up and paused for a moment. I so badly wanted to reach out to him, to tell him he had someone there for him - that I was there for him - if he ever needed to talk. But I remained hesitant. We weren’t close like that like we used to be. I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. 

“Could- could I stay at your place tonight? I-” I motioned for him to continue. “I don’t want to go back home tonight.” My heart squeezed at the desperation in his voice. Something must’ve happened with his dad. 

“Of course, Steve. You know both me and my dad love having you over. You’re always welcome there.” I pulled him into a hug and we stood there for a while, not saying anything. When he broke the hug, we trekked back to the car.

“Steve.” he hummed in response as he slid into the passenger seat. “You know I’ll always be here for you if you ever need someone to talk to, or anything really. I know we haven’t talked much these past few months, but I cherish our friendship a lot, and I want you to know I-” he pulled me into another hug, tighter than the last.

“Thank you.” He said softly, the words muffled by shoulder. 

“Anytime, Steve. Anytime.”

[un2-verse]

BILLY — Kim Taehyung (1)

》 News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right? 《

pairings: john kramer!taehyung x female reader

warnings: dark themes, angst, yandere, murder, torture, self harm, suicide, stalking etc.... (will add more when i know lol) although it is rather innocent in the first couple chapters(?) so idk it could be slow burn but i guess we’ll find out as i write it >< ,, it’s my version of saw if saw was a fucked up love story lol. Please don’t read if any of the topics mentioned trigger you!! 18+

this fic is exactly that, fiction!!!! the au does not represent the characters mentioned irl......

synopsis: you end up lost on the other side of town, where you cross paths with a handsome stranger, kim taehyung, only.... are you a stranger to him?

[a/n: daffodils represent; love me, sympathy, desire and affection returned...]

word count: 3k

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part two

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Hiding behind a mask was something you were accustomed to. Your friend group and family were clueless to the torment you endured from simply existing. You were confident your masking had convinced the world you were happy with yourself. Unbeknown to you, one other person saw straight through your façade.

You wanted to end your life.

He needed you to cherish your life.

Nothing looked familiar. The café you frequented was nowhere to be found. Your usual hangout was most definitely not on the side of town you found yourself in. You felt anxiety slowly curl its way around your body, you were frigid. You tried and tried but couldn’t find it in yourself to run.

You lived in the more friendly part of town (so to speak) – where houses were colourful, gardens pristine, warm-hearted neighbours who would treat you like family and white picket fences are what surrounded you. That was your norm, sure, you weren’t exactly loaded but you weren’t exactly poor either. It was a healthy balance in the middle. That’s not to say you hadn’t lived or seen this side of town before.

Your Mother and Father had grown up on this side of the fence. Two young people brought up in the rougher, more unfortunate areas. Your Mother was tough; she looked like a naïve, weak girl, albeit that was not the case. She was strong willed, used to life on the streets and doing anything she could to get money to make sure there was at least some food on the table. While your Mum was the leader, your Dad was more of a sheep. He was easily influenced and was dragged into the wrong crowd (had his fair share with drugs and street racing). That was their life for a few years till they crossed paths and your Mum helped your Dad get back on the right track.

They didn’t tell you much about their childhood and adolescence but they told you enough to make you appreciate what you have and to always work hard for it. To stick with the right people, be wise and conscious of your decisions. Be kind to those around you.

Your family owned a garage; your Dad was the head mechanic. This was the sole reason you were here. You knew it wouldn’t be simple when you agreed to go to this side of town to get a few bits for your Father’s shop. However, you didn’t expect it to be this difficult. How could you be so stupid? Why didn’t you just ask Hoseok and Yoongi to come with you like your father told you to? Or at least tell them where you were… yet you decided today of all days to be stubborn and venture on yourself, knowing full well how unsafe the area was. There were rundown businesses on either side of the road, beggars at every doorstep; drug dealings happening in broad daylight, no one even trying to hide it.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you took it out and sighed a breath of relief once you’d read the texts.

14:37— From Papa: U ok munchkin ??? Did u get the stuff ?

14:39— From Papa: its ok if u didnt. Yoongs rang said hes got majority this morning lol so be safe n get home soon . Love u

14:40— To Papa: ohhh ok pops, i couldn’t find the shop anyway lol i’ll head back soon, love u too x

*LOW BATTERY*

“Fuck, trust me to forget to charge the bastard.” You rolled your eyes as you stuffed the phone back in your pocket.

Muffled shouting was heard around you. People ran across the street, bumping into you as they ran past. You gathered yourself and moved further down the path. “Great!” you exasperated, “honestly I’m so fucking stupid! Yoongi’s gonna kill me for this, I knew, I knew I should’ve told him I was coming over here but no,” your head was hung low as you dragged your feet across the pavement, “maybe I could tell Hobi, he wouldn’t be as angry right? I’m sure he’ll come,“ A sudden scream ripped you out of your chuntering. You whipped your head to the right, you could make out some figures bustling about in front of you, a group of men were quite clearly fighting… your anxiety struck you and you held your breath as you saw a man pull a knife from the waistband of his sweatpants. All thoughts and common sense seemed to leave all at once. Statue like, feet stuck to the ground. You watched on as the group rushed towards the brown haired man, you scanned his figure: tall, broad, confident… he exuded an intimidating aura even when you were this far away from him.

How could someone be so sure of themselves? It was one against five, surely the loner had no chance?

The glistening of the knife brought you back to your senses. Fucking hell. How do you always end up in these situations when you’re alone? Why me? Why? Good Lord, I need to run. Just as you were about to leave, the group who were arguing charged past you; one gripped his side as another supported his weight. Holy fuck, did he stab him? you stood frozen, yet again, your mind raced a mile a minute. Panic bubbled in your chest.

“You okay there Doll?” His voice was deep, velvet-like. It flowed so smoothly you doubted it was real, it was so soothing like it had wrapped itself around you, embracing your body. You heard his footsteps before he planted himself beside you. His shoulder reached the top of your head, his hand brushed yours. Swallowing your nerves you dared a glance up. He was fucking breath-taking, like a fallen angel. The stranger shot you a small smile that you would’ve easily missed had you not been staring at his features… a blush crept up your neck as you nodded. His smile slowly twisted into a smirk.

Cute, Taehyung thought to himself. Couldn’t help but adore the way you slightly trembled under his gaze, the way your hands gripped and twisted your sweater paws. Almost like a puppy. He cleared his throat and reached his hand to yours, “Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. I’m Taehyung.” you took his hand into yours, apprehensively you greeted him, “I’m Y/N.”

“Ah, Y/N. I haven’t seen you round here before, you new or something?” Taehyung cocked his head to the side, his eyes seemed to stare right through you.

“Uhm, I don’t live here. I live over the other part of Town… I was just grabbing some stuff for my Dad but, my phones about to die. I have no idea where I am or how to get home, I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t see anything!” a deep chuckle cut you off, Taehyung smiled and beckoned you to follow him.

“Come on Y/N, you’re not suited for this side of Town, I’ll walk you back. A pretty little thing like you, you’re easy prey to these guys.” your feet fell into a cautious pace behind him, he glanced over his shoulder, “hurry up Buttercup, I don’t bite.” Taehyung flashed a boxy grin in your direction, which caused you to speed up ever so slightly.

You were unsure how you felt about letting a complete stranger walk you home, Yoongi would definitely kill you for this. Especially with the recent news of some serial killer named ‘Jigsaw’, Yoongi and Hoseok had been very stern and their usual, overprotective selves when the news had broken out. “It’s on every headline Y/Nie! No more leaving the house on yourself, you need to go anywhere you ring either of us. Got it? Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know either. There’s some dodgy fucks about recently.” Although, you loved them dearly, sometimes their protectiveness was a...little overbearing. You already felt suffocated from your parents (you didn’t need it from your best friends as well). They were happy and believed you to be too; but that was exhausting, faking happiness. You had a constant façade, acted like a happy normal teenager with a happy family; when that was far from the truth.

Drowning. That’s how you’d explain the way you felt. Breathing was difficult and brought you more pain than it was worth. Growing up was tedious, you had grown differently to your peers which only brought ridicule and embarrassment for you. You had struggled with your speech (sometimes you still do), you often stuttered, mispronounced words, the list was endless. That was one of the first reasons you were a castaway. As you grew, the ridicule worsened. Verbal abuse turned physical from your classmates. They made you feel like you were a waste of space. The names they called you, you soon started to believe them. Ugly. Weird. Freak. Stupid. They took root in your brain, slowly they grew and grew till your head was overgrown with twisted, rotten weeds.

Eventually, you sought comfort in blood. You didn’t care that it hurt you; you were almost happy to feel pain. Like you deserved to.

By age 14, you had started to skip school. Only ever there for exams and a couple of art classes you had with Jeongguk. He was what you would’ve called a best friend, he supported you and was by your side till you left school. He went away to college and like always with school friends, you drifted apart. Nevertheless, he still texts you now and then to check in.

Although you were (once) close with Jeongguk. He never knew of your inner demons, the same with Yoongi and Hoseok. You didn’t want to feel like a burden and worry your friends when they had shit to worry about themselves.

Why devastate flowers that flourish beautifully with weeds that manage to twist their way around every crack?

You had walked for a few minutes now, having chatted absentmindedly about anything and everything. The roads still didn’t look familiar to you and you just wished they did, you didn’t want to be away from your home any longer, your feet were starting to ache, your phone was on 10% battery and it was fucking cold. You just wanted to be back in bed tucked up watching Lady and the Tramp or 101 Dalmatians for the millionth time. You felt safe and content when you indulged in your comfort films. Far away from the real world and wrapped up in the false reality. They easily distracted you and that's when you truly felt at peace. Your mind was always too busy thinking about how cute it was when Tramp calls Lady, Pidge or how in love Pongo and Perdy were.

Majority of the time you fantasised about having a love similar, but then again, why would you wanna make yourself vulnerable like that? Is the risk of being hurt (more than you are now) any good? Of course it’s not. Fuck that, life isn’t nothing like those shitty romance films or novels… It’s real and painful.

As you and Taehyung rounded the corner, a little cafe caught your eye, a dainty blue and pink building. Fairy Lights strung up around the windows, you could see a handful of people inside, busy sipping their drinks and chatting away to one another. ‘Aroma Mocha’ hung above the doors. It looked so cute and simple. Your previous thoughts left your mind as quick as they had come. You wanted to go inside, it had an enticing atmosphere.

Taehyung hadn’t realised you’d stopped walking until he couldn’t hear the soft thud of your footsteps behind him, he turned as he called out to you, your eyes still fixed on the cafe. He chuckled to himself, “Fucking adorable, like a kid at christmas,” he walked back over to you. “Hey Doll, you wanna go in?” He felt his heart quicken when you looked at him with those pretty eyes, “We’ve plenty of time to get you back before it’s dark angel.” You answered him with a nod as you turned your head from Taehyung to look back at the alluring little cafe.

Not a second had passed before Taehyung grabbed your hand and pulled you across the road to the entrance; you ignored the warmth of his hand as it intertwined with yours; you ignored the way your tummy erupted with butterflies. Taehyung had stopped to hold the door for you, you murmured a small, “thank you,” looking up at him, the heat that crept up your cheeks making your face resemble that of a doll’s he thought to himself. Once he ushered you fully inside, he placed his hand to rest on the curve of your waist as he guided you to the back corner of the room, where a quaint table for two was unoccupied, a little pot of Daffodils sat atop. How fitting...

Taehyung was quick to pull the chair out for you to take a seat, you pulled it in as you sat down and sent a shy smile his way, “I’m sorry, I know we just met Taehyung but this place is so fucking precious! I hope I’m not bothering you, if I am we can just carry on walking or, I could ring a Taxi? Is this weird? Oh god, I can’t believe--”, Taehyung threw his head back as he laughed, a sound that seemed to wrap its way around your soul, twisting around your heart in the nicest of ways, it was almost like a killer to the weeds taking over your body. A temporary release. You felt like you could really breathe in those short seconds of his laughter.

“Angel, if you were bothering me, I’d have kept on walking. That, or I would’ve called you a Taxi myself, it’s no problem honestly.” You ducked your head as he sent a wink your way, fuck sake Y/N get it together! Why are you acting like a fucking schoolgirl?

“Well I uh, appreciate it so, yeah thank you?” You don’t know what to do, you’re here with the most gorgeous person you’ve ever laid your eyes on… yet you have no clue if what you saw was real, did Taehyung stab someone? Could someone have had the knife who wasn’t Taehyung? Was he even the person you saw in that altercation? Did you imagine everything that had gone off?

Before you had chance to overthink it, a light bubbly voice greeted your ears, “Hi! Welcome to Aroma Mocha, I’m Jimin and I’ll be your server today. Is there anything I can get you?” Jimin held his gaze on you as he flashed you a friendly smile, Taehyung turned around at the sound of his best friend, “Oh, Tae! I wasn’t expecting to see you today, what are you doing here? And who’s this pretty little lady?”

“This is Y/Nie, she was in the neighbourhood so we thought we’d nip in for something to drink before I take her back to hers.” you sent a warm smile to Jimin which he gladly returned, “I’ll have my usual and can you get Y/Nie a Strawberry Iced Tea? Thanks man.”

Once Jimin had disappeared to make your drinks, you shot your eyes to Taehyung, “Uhm, how’d you know I like Strawberry Iced Tea?” Taehyung didn’t even look in your direction as he scrolled through his phone, eyes glued to the screen. A minute passed by and he’d still not acknowledged your question so you let it slide, it wasn’t that big of a deal right? Your mind drifted. Your fingers rested atop of your lap, hidden from the sight of onlookers, picking around your nails as anxiety flooded your body. You felt like you were about to suffocate. You shouldn’t be talking to anyone, you shouldn’t let anyone close. You were only going to fuck everything up in a heartbeat. It’s only natural. Self deprecating thoughts devoured and made their way through your veins, poisoning yourself further; your whole body felt as though it was alight.

Jimin brought you your drinks, placed them carefully in front of the pair of you as you both said your thanks.

The click of Taehyung’s phone being locked and the clearing of his throat brought you back to your senses. “The drink I ordered for you is popular here so, I assumed you’d like to try it. You wanna talk about what’s bothering you?” your eyes shot up to meet his, your head tilted a little to the left as your tongue wet your lip, so puppy like...

You stared incredulously, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Taehyung.” You leant forward slightly as you wrapped your lips around the straw and took a sip.

Taehyung saw the way you sucked your drink up through your straw, his eyes darkened. Thankful to have worn sweatpants that day, he shifted himself discreetly, “I’m not stupid Angel, I know what you’re doing under the table. I’m here, so talk to me. I’ll listen to whatever you gotta say.”

You stuttered as you wracked your brain for something to say, “I-I only met you like forty minutes ago, I don’t even tell my friends what’s wrong. Not that there is, everything’s fine.”

You met me just short of an hour ago, he thought to himself, “You don’t have to lie to me Y/Nie…” he grabbed your hands that were laid near the cup of your Iced Tea. His thumb rubbing circles onto the back of your hand. You looked small and fragile, like the Daffodils on the table; one little pluck and you’d be ruined. He wouldn’t admit it to you just yet but, Taehyung fucking loved how delicate you seemed as you sat across from him.

How easy it would be to take your life away. How easy it’d be to pull those weeds up that are poisoning you, torturing you every single day. He shook his head, as he cleared those thoughts. No, only Y/N can make that decision. I’m just going to help her choose.

Live or Die.

You visibly winced, “You don’t know me. Think whatever the fuck you want about me, it doesn’t matter.” your eyes flashed hurt as you went back to picking your skin. You knew it, this whole encounter was too good to be true. A complete stranger (well acquaintance technically) had just presumed shit about you, the fact he was right is what hurt more. You didn’t want anyone to know how you were feeling. Or how you were dealing with it.

You couldn’t exactly tell him to piss off, you still needed his help home and so you tried to distract yourself from the unsettling gaze that watched your every move. You let out a breath as Taehyung went back to his phone. Your eyes drifted as you picked up the local Newspaper, your eyes skimmed over the headline, ‘Jigsaw Traps Continue’. Taehyung noticed you staring at the front page, and chuckled, “you scared of Jigsaw Angel?”

You shook your head, why would you be scared of some nutjob who’s targeted criminals and drug dealers? You’re a nobody. “Of some psychopathic puppet?” if anyone did anything to you that would threaten your life, it would be you. Taehyung just laughed in return as you skipped the article and skim-read the other pointless stories.

You were fucking clueless as to who he was while he knew every little thing about you. He had watched you for months… His precious little Y/Nie… Oh how silly you were, taking your life for granted.

You hated yourself that much, you were willingly marking yourself up. Tainting your skin… oh your skin, how fucking beautiful and soft it looked, even with all the scars it still looked perfect… Taehyung wanted nothing more than to whisk you away and lock you inside with him. Forever. He didn’t want anyone touching what was his.

He knew you wore a mask when in public, too afraid to show your real self. Little did you know, he wore a mask himself...only he wore it to better other people.

He had a plan.

And you’d soon find out.

Let the games begin.

[knjsnoona]

Restoration

genre: smut || slice of life pairing: jin x reader word Count: 10.1k rating: 18+ warnings: language, light dom!jin, explicit sexual descriptions, choking, fingering summary: Return to your childhood hone with your partner, Jin only to discover how much it’s changed. project: this part of the bcc summer games event~ it’s was for the image prompt which is the one under the name of the fic in the banner lol this was meant to be short, but then i included this whole first half smh credits: a HUGE thank you goes to my amazing beta reader @destructiveasparagus​ ! helped me find where my weaknesses lie and super incredibly helpful in how to learn from my mistakes! thank you so so much! i hope to improve with my future works!

It had been a long time since you’d been to your hometown, so long you barely recognized it as you drove in with your fiancé. Streets you once ran around on as a child—knowing each backstreet like the back of your hand—now seemed like the paths of a maze; roads that stirred distant memories of laughter and joy. 

Eyes catching new shops where your favorite childhood hangouts once stood, a dull ache laced with both nostalgia and discomfort begins to stir within you. It seems the town had decided to be more modern… more suburban you guessed. It kind of made you sad if you were honest with yourself. You were expecting to return to the home you once loved, and to be bathed in the memories of each corner, shop, and alley.

Becoming more frustrated with each new sight you didn’t recognize, you sink into your seat releasing a sigh. Crossing your arms loosely over your chest, you look down at your knees. Chewing the inside of your cheek, you pondered what your neighborhood would look like. You hoped against hope that at least that small corner of your memories wouldn’t be betrayed. 

“You okay?”

Catching your attention, you look to the side at your fiancé who had turned to look at you as he made a stop at a red light. His handsome features twisted into concern, which brought a small smile to your lips. Softly nodding, you try to assuage his worries.

“I’m fine, Seokjin. Just realizing how long it’s been since I was home is all,” melancholy weaving into your voice, gaze forlornly sweeping out the windows of the vehicle again. 

“Changed that much, huh?” eyes still on you, every so often shuffling to make sure the street light hadn’t changed yet. 

You nod, watching as a couple of teenage girls walk with some name brand iced coffees in their hands, eyes glued to their phones, as they giggled about something mundane. Feeling like a creep for staring, you shake your head and look back at the man by your side. “It’s definitely changed.... too much.”

God, you’d never identified with a boomer harder than you did at this very moment. Words of when I was kid at the tip of your tongue, wanting to rant about all the things you remembered as a kid and how it had been ruined now. You’d never regretted leaving home before, not until this moment. All of your treasured spots, destroyed by gentrification. How depressing. 

But then you look at what you had gained from your departure from home and you realize how silly you’re being. You had found tons of struggle out in the world on your own. Learned what it was like to truly live in a woman’s world; having to work twice as hard for half the pay of a man; earning the way you had to always be cautious and on the lookout for dangers that lurked around every corner when the sun went down; learned how to pick yourself back up and work harder, when you were passed up on a promotion in favor of the manager’s son. 

But you made it through every obstacle. You were a fighter, and never shied away from fighting to get what you wanted. To deal with the dangers of walking around at night, you took self defense classes. You quit the job that underpaid you. And when the manager at that other job finally offered you that promotion, you gave them your two weeks. You decided to take a position at a startup company that saw your worth, valued your opinions and took your ideas into consideration. A company where you were promoted and given more power to help it grow. It had grown into a multimillion-dollar business. Whose technology had been implemented in every hospital in the country. And the genius behind its creation and production sat by your side.

Kim Seokjin had been a godsend. You’d bumped into him one night at a bar after a particularly rough day of work. You had dropped into the seat beside him, not sparing a single glance his way as you ordered a beer. Shoulders slumping, you rubbed at your eyes in frustration pushing your tears back in. Noticing your distress, he reached out to you. He asked after your well being, taking you by surprise. Cautiously you spoke to him that night, only to be pleasantly surprised by his kind nature. While sharing the struggles of your days with each other, he brought up his start up and how he was looking to fill the position. Handing you a card before you both parted ways, he offered you a position without even knowing your qualifications. 

Long story short, you took the position, worked your way up and fell in love with the company's CEO. Of course, there were those that always felt the need to fill the office with unnecessary drama. Hushed whispers in the break rooms, and muttered words across the cubicles of how you had slept your way to the top. But you shrugged them all off, no water off a duck’s back right? Besides, how do you sleep your way to the top of a tiny startup? There was no top or bottom. The tomfoolery of the envious, honestly.

The car jerking into motion brings you back to the present. Blinking the memories of the past decade or so out of the way. Vision returning to your present day home town, suddenly not so bothered by the changes. Your home had grown up and adapted, just as you had. That thought alone brings a smile to your face. A hand slipping over your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, making you completely beam as you take Jin's hand in your own ringed hand. Placing a soft kiss on the back of his hand, as you hold it tenderly in your lap, his quiet laugh filling the space in the car as you continued on your way.

Some ten minutes later, you pull up the front of your childhood home; warmth filling your chest as you notice how little it’s changed. Aside from a few cosmetic changes it was still the same. And there they were, all the memories rushing in at once. The feelings you had been anticipating finally hit you. Now you felt like you were truly home as you were surrounded by all the wonderful memories of your childhood. 

A gentle hand on your lower back brings you back, you smile up at Jin who stands by your side. A reassuring smile adorns his plush lips, as he rubs small circles on your back in a show of support and affection.

“You ready?”

Taking one large lung full of air, you hold it for a couple beats before deflating and nodding up at him. The steadying warmth of his hand on your lower back fills you with all the confidence you needed as you made your way up the stone patch. 

Worries of how your family would react to you being back niggling the back of your mind. You tried to keep in touch as much as you could but there were times it was almost impossible due to financial stability or work load. Damn, a small bit of guilt began to bloom in your chest. So you stand frozen, finger just a few inches from the doorbell. Maybe you should’ve called before showing up. 

Sensing your internal struggle, Jin wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. Plush lips press to the crown of your head leaving a quick kiss. “Everything’s going to be fine, babe,” he whispers into your hair. 

“How do you know? I mean- I’ve been gone so long… they have to be angry with me. What if they think I don't care?” you fret, teeth gnawing at the inside of your bottom lip, hands twisting into the hem of your shirt, wrinkling the smooth fabric in the anxiety. 

Chuckling softly, the arm around you turns you to face the tall male. Eyes roam your face, a warmth in them that always somehow seem to soothe your nerves. And sooth they did as you could feel your worries begin to ebb away. 

“Hey, none of that,” he chastises, as he presses his hand lightly to your jaw, thumb tugging your bottom lip down. “You’re going to chew yourself raw. And we don’t want that. I don’t want you hurting yourself.” He places a gentle kiss on your lips as if to soothe away any stinging there.

Your lips can’t help but spread into a smile at how he was being such a mother hen. He was always like this, not just with you but with his employees as well. It’s what made him such a good boss, and an even better partner. Lady luck was feeling extremely generous the day she led you to Jin in that quaint bar.

Returning your smile, he quickly places multiple kisses around your face—on your nose, your cheeks, and your forehead. Arms wrapping around your waist to hold you close, as you giggle at the onslaught of kisses he bestowed you with. The sound of his mirth joining yours, pulling back to hold your cheeks gently. Eyes looking into your own as he assures you, “Everything is going to be fine, so stop stressing for once. We’re here to relax okay?”

Sighing, you nod with a smile still perched on your face. “You’re the best, you know that?”

“Of course, I am. And the most handsome!” all the confidence in the world seeping out of his words, smugness painting over his pretty features. 

You scoff playfully, smacking his arm. “And yet you like claiming you’re humble,” shaking your head you turn back to the door and ring the doorbell without hesitation. 

“Well, I’m not bragging if it’s a fact,” comes his witty retort which has your eyes rolling. This was nothing new with him, the man knew he was good looking. I mean you’d have to be blind to not think so as well. But you know, can’t let his ego inflate too big. 

“I don’t know… I've seen better looking,” you shrug nonchalantly as you press the doorbell again, hoping someone was actually home. Yeah, you definitely should’ve called ahead. 

“What? Where? Who is he!? Wait, are you talking about that kid in marketing? What’s his name?” he instantly barrages you with a succession of questions, jealousy bleeding into his tone. “That pretty boy with the deep voice! You-”

He’s suddenly cut off by the jingling of a handle and the lock being turned, as the door swings open. Your mother stands before you, surprise marring her features. Features that remained the same after all these years, a few wrinkles showing her age joined the painting that was your mother’s face. You’d pictured—imagined—scenarios of seeing her again, of how it would go but the feelings you felt now were far more intense than anything your mind could conjure up. . 

You were sure the shock she wore was mirrored by you, as you stood there taking the other in. Your heart hammered away at your chest, pumping emotions into every vein throughout your body until it began to leak out of your eyes. As the first drop made it’s journey down your cheek, you stepped forward prompting your mother to mirror your actions, crashing into each other's arms. You didn’t realize you could miss someone so much and up until that point had been unaware that you had missed being held in the arms of your mother.

You could feel her tears seep through the shirt on your shoulder, happy greetings and words blubbered in excitement. Laughing you pull back enough to look at her, a watery smile greeting you. 

“I’ve missed you, Momma,” your voice trembling with the emotions overtaking you. 

“I’ve missed you too, sweet pea. I’m so happy to see you safe and healthy. I was worried you weren’t eating well this whole time. I know how you can get, you get too involved in what you’re working on and forget to eat,” your mother rambles on, word vomit just pouring out of her. All the words she hasn’t been able to share with you now fill the space between you. As a teenager you would’ve been annoyed, but now as a grown adult you were endeared by her light nagging. 

“She still does that,” Jin's voice catching both of your attention. “Not eat, I mean.”

You turn to him, a self-satisfied smile on his lips, and an incredulous look on yours. Wow, not even two minutes, and he was already selling you out to your mother. You shake your head at him, eyes trying to signal for him to stop. He simply chuckles back.

“Oh is that right?” Your mother gives you a look, before looking back at your handsome partner. “And who might this be?” Eyebrows raise in question to you. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry. Momma, this is my, um, fiancé, Kim Seokjin. Jin this is my mother,” you awkwardly introduce them. Biting the corner of your lip as you look at your mother out of the corner of your eye. 

She looks at you, surprised at your engaged status, which you hadn’t had the chance to bring up during the brief, rare calls home. You can see the message hidden in her eyes, we’ll talk about this later, before turning to Jin. “It's a pleasure to finally meet you. My, you’re a handsome one.”

You close your eyes and internally groan before turning to Jin pointing a cocky smile your way. He sure was annoying when he was proven right. Gloating prick.

He gives you a quick eyebrow wiggle before turning to smile at your mother. “You’re too kind, really,” acting embarrassed, as he rubs the back of his neck and bows in gratitude once more.

“Oh! And he’s modest!” your mothers cheers delightedly.

Wow, he pulled the fake modesty card. You shake your head at him as you quietly scoff, lips almost quirked in a smile, as he winks at you. He was something else. But he was your something else. He was worth it. Headaches, terrible jokes and all.

“So… is anyone else home?” you questioned, curious as to whether your father, or if any of your siblings, were around. You weren’t sure if they’d be as welcoming as your mother, but her warmth and acceptance of you returning gave you the confidence to continue forward. 

Your mother nods at you excitedly, wrapping an arm around yours and moving you towards the door. Jin follows behind amused as your mother explains how one of your aunts was visiting with her family, and how a couple of your siblings were in town. She went a mile a minute, spewing out even the latest family gossip—your father’s brother had cheated on his wife, your cousin had come out of the closet after being caught mid act (“What a scandalous event that was!”) and even how your mother’s eldest sister had beat breast cancer. 

You sighed happily as you let your mother lead the way, Jin flanking behind you. Man it felt good to be home.

“We got incredibly lucky,” you said loudly, as you placed a small pile of folded clothes in a drawer. Pacing back over to the suitcase on the bed, pulling out your underwear to place in the same drawer to one side. 

“What?” Jin called from the room over. 

“I said we got lucky!” you replied, voice louder than before.

“Lucky?”

“Yeah. We‘re lucky they didn’t charge a cancellation fee at the hotel.” 

Your mother, after making the rounds with the family, had insisted you stay in your old room. You were surprised that it had remained as you had left it. You were sure it would’ve been turned into a home gym by now, or a man cave for your brother that was still home. The fact that it was still intact, filled you with emotion. Your mother must have held out hope you’d come back, so when she insisted you agreed, unable to deny her request.

Of course there was the task of cancelling your hotel reservation, which everyone knows last minute cancellations come with some hefty cancellation fees. You felt bad as you had dialed the number on your cell, but Jin assured you it was fine and was worth it if you were happy. 

As Jin worked on unloading the luggage, you spoke with the concierge who upon looking up the reservation, gifted you with the surprise of not incurring a late fee. You had been surprised and tried to verify the cancellation policy to which the male on the other end confirmed there would be no charge and wished you a pleasant day. You returned the sentiment as you hung up and looked at your partner in mild stupor before relaying the information to which he raised his eyebrows and shrugged, bringing in the rest of your belongings. 

“You're still stuck on that?” he points out, humor ringing in his voice. 

“Well, isn’t it a bit surprising to you?” you huff, cheeks puffing a bit in a pout. 

“I guess…” he trails off momentarily. You could hear the gears turning before he returned with, “Maybe it’s because they saw who I was.”

“What? Why would that matter?” You had a feeling you knew where this was going, and could already feel your eyes preemptively rolling.

“Because, I’m the youngest, most handsome CEO in the nation.” A wheezing laugh following his words, almost sounding like windshield wipers.

Your eyes roll so hard, you see the back of your skull, and into an alternate universe. Why did you put up with him again? And as the sound of a door opening fills the space, you remember one of the reasons as he walks through the door. Towel wrapped loosely around his hips, muscles flexing as he rubbed his hair dry with another towel, he stood in all his glory. Your eyes chase drops of water running down his wet skin, swallowing hard where they disappear into the material knotted around his narrow hips. 

“Sweetheart, you’re making me blush with all the ogling,” he chuckles smugly. “I get it though.”

You snap out of your daze, eyes narrowing at his cocky face in annoyance. Shaking your head, you choose to ignore him—turning back to your bag, grabbing some of your toiletries to place on the dresser. Distracted by your task you don’t notice Jin walk up behind you, until you’re tugged back into his wet torso. 

“You know,” he mutters into your ear, “I haven’t forgotten that little quip from earlier.” One of his large hands slides up your body, finding its home wrapped around your jaw. He tilts your head back into his shoulder, his other arm wrapping around your waist to pull you further into his form. “You think that kid in the office is better looking than me.”

You take a few calming breaths, body becoming alert with excitement as Jin invades your space. Every word and touch begins to stir desire within you.

“I never said that. You assumed… you know what they say about when you assume,” you can’t help but gibe, lips tugging up in a smirk.

A growl rumbles through you as the grip on your jaw tightens slightly. “Don't be a smart ass… I’ve seen the way you look at him, when you think no one is aware. I’m not an idiot.” 

You chuckle, unable to help yourself. His jealous words turn you on more than they should. 

“I can’t help it if he’s pretty to look at,” you state complacently.

“Pretty?” he chuckles at your audacity, grip tightening slightly around your jaw. Swinging your jaw away from the direction of his face, the feel of his lips brushing the shell of your ear makes you shiver. “You do look at him. Tell me, do you fantasize about him?”

Your eyes shut, the warmth of his breath traveling through your trapped body; an aching starting to pulse between your thighs. Hands moving back to rest on his towel covered thighs to help maintain balance, but more importantly to assist in feeling grounded.

“You do, don't you…?” His nose nuzzles at your ear, lips pressing behind your ear. “Is that why you stare? Because you imagine what it would be like to have him inside you?” the arm wrapped around your waist loosens, hand traveling south to the apex of your thighs. 

You bite your lip, unable to answer his questions. His touch leaves trails of flames wherever they roam, burning any words from you. His words are simmering your blood. 

“Is your silence an admission?” he says with a slight edge to his voice. “You imagine him sliding into you? Taking you? As if you're his?” His grip on your jaw moves to your throat, fingers wrapping deliciously around the smooth muscle and flesh. 

“You’ll never be his,” he hisses. The hand between your thighs grips your core tightly, a whine escaping your lips at the slight pain and pleasure. “This,” grip tightening for emphasis, “is mine! Your cunt belongs to me. My cock will be the only one to ever claim it,” Jin growls into your ear, hips pressing his hard member into your ass. 

Fuck, that was enough to ruin your underwear. His words release the floodgates, slick escaping your lower lips to soak your panties. The growl rumbling against your back, and vibrating in your ear has your mind blanking for a moment, thighs clenching involuntarily around his wrist.

“Turned on by that?” he crows, self gratification filling every word. “Do you like hearing me claim you? The affirmation that no other man will ever ruin this pretty pussy like me?”

Your breath hitches, a strong pulse running through your body like seismic activity relaying that an eruption is imminent. With the way Jin is rutting into your back, hand gently petting your mound, it was only a matter of time before he had you bursting in ecstasy. 

His lips lightly trail up and down the shell of your ear, removing his hand from your throat to grip at your jaw and tilt your face up at him. Faces so close, your noses brush, breaths intermingling. He pulls back his head, looking down at you as the corner of his lip lifts in smirk just as he shoves his other hand under the band of your underwear. Long, warm fingers softly run over your lips, massaging gentle circles into them. 

Licking his luscious lips, he hisses when one his fingers swipes between your lips. “Fuck,” he groans, biting his thick lip. “You’re this wet from a few words... '' A finger swirling around your opening, spreading your juices. The digit slides up to your sensitive nub, giving it the same attention. Pressing down with a bit of pressure, rolling it around making you arch your back, eyes clenching. 

You feel Jin nudge your nose with his own, brushing his lips against yours. Eyes fluttering open, they meet his dark eyes, completely blow black from his arousal. Pink muscle slipping from his lips, sliding across yours teasingly while his hips slowly press against yours to get a bit of relief as your hands grip the towel resting over his flexing thighs. Your lips part, inviting his devilish tongue in, the prelude of you parting your legs for his length. 

Taking the invitation, Jin shoves his tongue into your awaiting mouth. The moist muscle wrestling with yours as you kiss each other desperately. Both of you beyond the point of slow and steady when he shoves two digits into your core, his mouth trapping the groan he rips out of you. With no patience, the digits set a steady pace as his palm presses into your clit. Your hips buck at the sudden onslaught of stimulation. Your lips crash against each other like waves, teeth clacking as you try to get closer. 

He pulls back from the kiss provoking a whine from you. His jaw clenches as his fingers fuck into your hole, scissoring your walls, preparing you for him. You press your ass into him, feeling how hard he is, your walls quiver around his fingers. 

“No more,” you moan quietly. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much?” he lazily grins down at you, grinding the palm of his palm down on your nub.

Your eyebrows pinch at the stimulation, lips parting without a sound escaping before you’re able to gather your senses again. “No… no more foreplay.” Your lusty gaze meets his, your chest heaving as you try to even it out. “I want you inside me now,” reaffirming how it was only him you wanted. 

He pulls you into a hard kiss, pulling his hand out of your pants. Releasing your jaw, he yanks your pants and underwear down your thighs. Lifting your legs to kick them off, he rotates your bodies to walk you back into the bed, nearly ripping your shirt off you. You almost fall as your legs hit the bed, ripping his lips from yours. You both gasp for air as you stare at each other for a moment. 

His hand slides into your hair, scratching soothingly at your scalp before gripping it in a firm hold. Turning your face to the side, he leans in, licking a stripe up your neck to your ear. He takes the lobe of your ear between his teeth teasingly tugging it. Pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear, he nuzzles the hair behind it, breath tickling your ear pleasurably.

“Turn around. I want you bent over this bed, with your ass in the air for me. I want to see how your cunt weeps for me.” 

His words strike a hard cord within you, goosebumps appearing all over your flesh. You bite your lip, turning your body away from him and move into position. Feeling it wasn’t enough, he uses the grip on your strands to push you down further into the comforter, back completely arched now. 

Strands slipping between his fingers as he removes his hand, the other palms your ass cheek, pulling it to the side to look at your core. The groan that leaves him makes you clench. 

“Look how pretty… so wet and inviting. Look how your hole clenches, begging for my dick.” His other hand grabs onto the opposite cheek, pulling it away to open you even more to him. Pressing his hips to yours, he slots his length against your soaked lips. Slowly rubbing his member up and down, lubricating himself with your slick.

Every word makes you clench, the desire raging inside you growing desperate for him to fill you. Every throb of the thick shaft almost makes you delirious. 

Eyes previously squeezed shut flutter open, as your hands grip the comforter. A childish print catches your attention, suddenly the realization hits you. You’re back at your childhood home, in a house full of relatives. You weren’t alone in this house, and they weren’t asleep. Now that you had awareness, you could hear them beyond the door chattering. You had let lust get away with you. 

“Jin wait…” you hiss.

He stops all movement, one of hands gently petting your lower back. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” worry slipping into his words.

“No no. You didn’t hurt me. I just… I realized we’re not alone. We can’t do this here. My family is right out there,” you explain in a loud whisper, trying to look at him over your shoulder.

Silence reigns for a moment.

“So?” Jin's single word pierces the quiet.

“What?” you question, baffled by his nonchalance.

“What does that matter?” He shifts before pressing against you, the head of his cock prodding at your bud. He leans over your back, hands resting on your hips. “It doesn’t bother me, and it never has to you either. You never complain when I fuck you in my office, surrounded by all of our coworkers... our employees.” 

You swallow hard.

“In fact, you love initiating it. Teasing me in front of them, riling me up.” His hips thrust, length slipping between your lower lips, cushioned comfortably between them.

“T-that’s different.” you try to argue, but his throbbing manhood against you makes it hard. “Thi-this is my family… who I haven't seen in a long time. I can’t h-have them thinking badly of me.”

He’s quiet but for a minute before wrapping a hand around your mouth. “Then you better keep quiet,” is the quick warning he hisses in your ear as he pushes his length into you.

His hand traps the sound of your yelp. Your walls stretch deliciously but sting at his abrupt intrusion as he buries himself completely. He doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust, placing gentle kisses over your shoulder. His hand massages circles into your hip. 

Unable to verbally notify him it was okay to move, you opt for using your hips as you push back against him. Getting the hint, his hips pull back slowly before pushing back in at the same agonizingly passive pace. Lips still pressing kisses to your soft skin, hips lazily snapping into you . 

You whine, wanting more. 

“Needy already,” he chuckles and places one last kiss to your flesh before standing to his full height. Both hands now resting on your hips, pulling you back so he can grind himself inside your spongy walls. “Remember, not a sound. Your family is out there.”

What a jackass, you can’t help but think as you glare back at him, that damn cocky smile on his lips. You open your mouth to retort but it quickly snaps shut as he pulls back and snaps back in. The action was so hard, you almost thought he’d speared straight into your stomach. 

He slides out slowly again before plunging roughly back in. Filling you so completely, each hard impale burning pleasurably. Hands sliding to push your cheeks apart, he watches himself disappear between your folds as he sets a steady pace. 

The sound of your sex gushing with each probe of his shaft makes you grow wetter. Slick running down the inside of your thighs, as he pushes it out of you, clit pulsing with each invasion. 

It isn’t long before he angles his hips, in search of that spot he enjoys so much. It’s with one particular push that he finds it, as you lifted onto your toes and arched your back signaling him. A whine trapped behind teeth that bite down hard on your lips as he hits it again is all the confirmation he needs.

He sets about burrowing into you, head meeting that patch of spongy tissue over and over;building an inferno in the pit of your stomach with each visit. Your legs begin to tremble as you part your lips. 

“H-harder, please,” you quietly moan, almost breathless, trying to keep your volume down. 

“Whatever my baby wants, she gets.” His thrusts turn piercing. Hips smacking into yours hard, hands gripping you bruisingly hard. Over the smacks of your hips that filled the room, you can hear him groan softly with each shove. It made you clench around him, causing his hips to stutter briefly before returning to their bruising pace.

“Your pussy is so hot and wet. You're soaking my thighs baby,” he groans out, smacking into you harder. “Squeezing me so tight, begging me to fuck you harder.” 

A smack to your behind pulls a yelp from you. Panicking, you bring a hand to cover your mouth, hoping no one heard that. Worry niggling at you again before it’s promptly fucked right out of you by Jin's hips speeding up their brutal pace. 

“I wish I could hear you baby,” he rasps, sounding just as breathless as you are. “I want to hear you moan for me… begging to cum… I want to hear you scream my name.”

You feel the bed dip beside you, as he places a foot down. Elevating his leg, he creates a new angle to spear your core. Hands finding purchase above your hips, he anchors his hold, hips pulled back. 

“Remember… we don't want to get found out.”

With those words he pushes into you quickly and roughly. Each thrust drags you to and fro on the bed, rubbing your nipples raw against the material. His hips unrelenting in their assault of you. Pistoning deep, making sure to brush your g-spot with each insertion. 

His actions have you crying into the comforter, as it catches and cushions your cries, groans and mantras of his name. Hands clenching the material so tight, your fingers were going numb. You wanted to fuck back into him, but his tight grip on you and his brutal pace allowed no room to. 

“Fuck your so good to me. Your pussy is so perfect. So tight and warm. And it's. Only. Mine.” Accentuating each word with a sharp thrust. Laying his full claim to your core.

Fingers wrapping in your tangled strands, he guides you to stand, back leaning against his chest as the other hand grips your throat, fingers pressing down on your pressure points. The pressure fueling the fire of your impending orgasm, as the new angle only adds fuel to the already roaring wildfire. 

“Who does your cunt belong to?” he growls into your ear.

You hardly breath, nevermind gracing him with an answer. But as he adds pressure to your throat, you gasp out, “You.”

“That’s right,” he moans, self-satisfied, slowing his pace to grind into you slow and deep. “Mine. Only mine to ruin. Only mine to paint with my cum.” 

His words hit you hard, as you clench hard around him, groaning in sync with him as waves pulse through you. You were so close, you knew he could tell as the fingers previously tangled in your hair, now pressed circles into the bundle of nerves buried in your folds. 

You throw your head back, gasps of air leaving your parted lips. Your nails dig into the sweaty flesh of his thighs, hips bucking back into his. You try your hardest to not be too loud, as your face twists into nothing but pure pleasure. 

You were so close, so close you were quietly pleading Jin to cum. His name becomes a prayer on your lips, that fuels his own need. The sound of his name desperately falling from your lips makes him almost feral in the way he fucks you. Plunging into you so hard and fast, that the unmistakable sounds of flesh slapping flesh could be heard through the room, the sound accompanied by the filthy sounds of your dripping arousal. 

A guttural moan leaves your lips, as he pinches your bud, which he promptly cuts off by slotting his mouth over yours. Kissing you greedly, wanting to swallow every wanton sound.

The next moment, a fire spreads through your veins, as your whole body seizes at the arrival of your orgasm. Loud moans of pleasure, swallowed as promised by Jin's mouth as he kisses you sloppily. Your hips buck into his digits as they continue to stimulate your nub. 

Jin’s hips continue to push through your ever tightening walls and begin to stutter in their assault, just before he pushes deep inside as you feel him paint your walls. Now it’s your turn to ingest all the sounds of his orgasm. The hand around your throat tightens, making you light headed with pleasure, as his other hand over stimulates your nub, thighs tightening to stop him. 

Milking himself dry, he soon slows down and comes to a complete stop. Pulling your lips apart, a string of saliva keeps your bruised lips connected. The grip around your hips sustains your standing position, as your legs feel weak post orgasm. 

Jin’s ever softening length, slips out of you making you both shiver. Gentle as he could be, he guides you to take a seat on the bed. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all?” He looks you over, checking for any bruises from his manhandling.

This is what made him such an amazing lover. How caring he is about his partner after making love to them. It was always so fascinating to see him turn from domineering to self-effacing. Always taking care to ask how you felt after, soothing any places he may have gone too far and holding you gently in his arms. 

It simply warms your heart, as you smile up at his broad shouldered form standing before you. Placing a hand over the one he’d placed on your cheek and giving it a reassuring squeeze, you say, “I’m fine, Jin. I always am when I'm with you,” 

He beams down at you just before he places a kiss lovingly on your forehead. Thumb caressing your cheek, resting his forehead against yours. A warmth radiating from his eyes as he traps you in his gaze. 

“I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat at the words said so simply, stomach a buzz with a storm of bees. You would never tire of hearing him say them to you, always feeling like the first time he’d confessed the depth of his feelings. 

“I love you more,” you return, biting your lip giddily. 

A smile reaches his eyes, as he grins widely. His cheeks puff up, giving him the look of an adorable squirrel storing acorns. His lips press to yours, no movement necessary. Just a simple press, feeling more intimate than what you had previously been engaged in. 

He pulls back with a questioning look in his eyes, when he feels you shiver, almost spilling from his lips before you speak.

“Sorry, um just felt it slipping out of me,” you murmur, embarrassed, eyes not meeting his.

He chuckles, wide shoulders shaking in his mirth. Kissing you again he mutters, “You’re so cute sometimes.” 

Slipping an arm around your back and one beneath your knees, he lifts you effortlessly. You wrap your arms around his neck, looking at him in confusion. He ignores your inquisitive eyes, making his way to the door he’d left not long before that led to your en suite bathroom.

“I think we should take a shower.”

“You just had a shower.”

“Yes, but after working up a sweat I need another, and together we can help preserve water.”

You roll your eyes, skeptical of him. “Sure, but no funny business!”

“No promises.”

You disappear into the bathroom with you protesting and Jin laughing.

You had been back home for a couple of days, and it had been enjoyable to say the least. Getting settled in, introducing Jin to more of your family that stopped by when they heard about your return, catching up with the extended family, and even some of your friends who still lived in town. 

Jin seemed happy to be able to relax, your family welcoming him completely. He had admitted to you how much he appreciated being welcomed with open arms. He loved how large your family was, and the affection they shared so easily, compared to his small family of just his parents and himself. 

You knew he also loved that they ate up his terrible jokes like hotcakes. Not to mention how your mother seemed to love cooking him meals, always blushing when he praised the meals and asking for seconds. It was also obvious how much your family stroked his ego when they complimented his looks. You knew this would be bad once the time came for you to go back to your shared home, ego so inflated you weren’t sure you’d be able to fit in the car with him. But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t content at how things had turned out. 

You had only gone out once since arriving, taking a stroll through the new town center, hands held in his as he listened attentively to you recount tales of your childhood. Every so often you’d stop and point out a location, describing what once took up residence in the spot of a newly erected business or apartment complex. You had stayed out till the sun had begun to make its descent, ice creams in hand as you walked back to your home.

It was that same evening upon returning home to have dinner with your family—filling your family in on your adventures—that your mother informed you about the state of your favorite place growing up. Feeling your heart drop, as she described it in more detail. When you had made your way to your room afterwards, Jin had stopped you and asked you if you wanted to visit the location. After hearing your mother’s disheartening news you weren’t sure, but Jin simply encouraged you to go see it with your own eyes.

That’s how you now found yourself tripping over a root as you trekked through the small forest not far from your parent’s home. A large hand steadying you before you eat dirt, you murmur a thank you before continuing on your way. It’s not long before you reach a clearing, that only cements your mother’s words as true. Your sad eyes survey the once beautiful lake, now nothing but a public garbage disposal. The water was murky, filled with so much debris and garbage it looked like sludge. The land surrounding the water was no better. The once pristine swimming hole was now a small landfill. 

Placing a hand on your shoulder, you feel Jin give you a comforting squeeze. You rest your hand over his, intertwining your fingers, you sigh defeatedly, turning to bury your face in his chest. Wrapping his arms around you, he kisses the crown of your head and lays his cheek on it. The two of you bathe in the silence, all signs of forest life now muted in the wake of the destruction of their home. You doubted anyone even still lived here, the land so completely uninhabitable. 

“This place used to be so beautiful,” you muse dejectedly, laying your cheek over his heart. “So full of life…”

Jin glides his fingers through your hair, listening closely.

“As a kid, I used to think this was the secret home of a fairy kingdom. Where a kind prince ruled over his subjects with a gentle fist. Adding color, and brilliance to nature here. At least, that’s the story my mother would tell,” you regale him, hands clutching his thin shirt. 

“When she would bring my siblings and I here, and the water shimmered so beautifully, she’d say it was the fairy prince welcoming us to play in his kingdom. And when we’d visit in the evening once the sun had dipped down, balls of blinking lights dancing through the cool air, she’d say they were the fairies dancing in glee at our visit.”

You could feel tears form behind your lash line, tilting your head up as to not let them fall. You feel childish speaking of fairy tales to your fiancé, growing upset to the point you’re about to cry over it. Yet you couldn’t help yourself. This place was such a large part of your childhood, and if you were honest with yourself, it was the place you had been most anxious to visit. To see it destroyed to this degree broke your heart. 

Sensing the dive in your emotions, Jin pulls back, taking your face in his hands, eyes roaming over your face in sympathy. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Maybe we can do something.”

You tilt your head, wondering what he could mean. Blinking up at him, wet lashes sticking together. “What do you mean?” 

Placidly smiling down at you, his thumb wipes away the stray tears beneath your eyes. “I don’t know, maybe we could try to clean up. Try to restore it to its former glory,” he shrugs, shoving his hands in his pockets, eyes sweeping the clearing. 

You stupidly blink at him, mouth slightly ajar. Your heart begins to swell with so much affection that it feels as if it could pop out of your chest. The waterworks come back full force, lips trembling with emotion. 

Noticing your silence he glances back to you, eyes widening with panic, hands hovering in front of him in uncertainty. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?” 

Shaking your head, you throw your arms around him. Burrowing your face into his neck, standing on your tiptoes. “I love you so much,” you tearfully declare. 

He returns your hold, lifting you up, an affectionate smile pulling at his plump lips. “What’s all this for, you big softie?” he teasingly murmurs.

“I just… I just feel so lucky to be with you.” You can’t help the emotions pouring out of you, unable to keep them inside when it comes to him. You weren’t sure what you had done in this life to deserve him, but you swore to whatever entity was out there that you would prove yourself worthy of him. For all the days you were gifted with being by his side, you would be the best partner possible. 

“Well you are pretty blessed to look upon this handsome face every day.” 

You smack his arm, body shaking with restrained laughter. “You’re incorrigible!” you exclaim, barely containing the joy glowing on your face. 

Windshield wiper screeches fill the air, as he backs away from you rubbing at the spot you’d hit. His laugh was something uniquely him that always called attention. No matter whether you found it odd, or not, it always made you join him. It was a trait you found completely endearing.

Your laughs begin to quiet, a few residual chuckles escaping you. You look at each other, affection and mirth mirroring one another. 

“Did you really mean it?”

He hums questioningly, raising his brows.

“About trying to clean up here?” 

“Of course, I do,” he nods. “We’ve still got a few more days left here. We can go buy industrial trash bags, maybe some equipment to help us pick up the garbage, and we’ll definitely need some protection,” he continues to list off.

A smile growing on your own lips, you hug his arm, squirming against him excitedly. “Okay! Let’s do it!”

“Yeah?” he questions, amused at your behavior. You nod enthusiastically and chuckle, beginning to walk off. “Well, what are we waiting for? No time like the present right?”

You agree, a pep to your step excitedly discussing the possibility of hopefully saving a part of your childhood.

“It’s so hot!” you whine, stretching your aching back as you wipe the sweat from your forehead. You roll your neck, trying to loosen your tense muscles from being hunched over with the trash pick-up stick. 

Since your first visit to the Fae Kingdom, which you had taken to calling it affectionately, you had spent the last few days clearing the area around the body of sludge. It was hard labor and the two of you always arrived home sorely exhausted, passing out as soon as your bodies hit the bed. On a couple of occasions, your siblings joined you carrying some of the workload. 

Thanks to their help and the determination to see things through, you were actually able to now see the floor of the hidden glade. There wasn’t much trash left, so you were currently taking care of what was left while Jin was using a pool skimmer to collect the junk in the lake. 

It was a particularly sunny, and humid day. The air felt incredibly thick with moisture, making it a bit harder to breathe. Not to mention how you were sweating buckets. You had both shed some layers, hating how uncomfortable it felt to have the fabric sticking to your skin. 

After complaining about the heat, you toss your stick on the ground, making your way over to a small blanket you laid out to take breaks. Lowering onto your knees, you grab a bottle of water and take a generous gulp. The cool liquid soothes your rising body temperature. Capping the bottle, you roll it on your forehead, trying to cool yourself down. 

Rolling back on your knees, you land with a soft thud on your behind, enjoying the shade the tall trees provided. Taking a deep breath, you release it slowly before choking on it. Coughing violently, as your eyes almost bug out of your head. 

Standing about ten feet in front of you, by the edge of the water was a broad shouldered god. Muscles flexing beneath lightly sun kissed skin, beads of sweat rolling down his back, burly arms bulging with each bend as he lifts the skimmer out of the water. 

How in the hell was this herculean man real? 

You sigh in awe, before looking up, hands clasped together as you whisper a thank you up above. 

“What are you doing?”

You jump as his voice breaks the quiet atmosphere. Your eyes hastily fall on him as you reply in a high pitch, “Nothing!” Your cheeks begin to warm, staining with embarrassment.

His brows pinch, not fully believing you. Shaking his head, he turns to shake the skimmer into a large black bag. Setting it to the side, he swipes sweat off his brow. He turns and makes his way to you, pulling the work gloves off his large hands, stuffing them in the back pocket of his dark jeans. Coming to a stop at the edge of the blanket, he crouches down reaching his hand out for a drink. 

Leaning back, you pull a cool bottle out of the cooler and hand it to him. You watch as he takes a large swig, before swiftly emptying the rest over his head. Brushing his hair back, his dark eyes rest on you. One corner of his plush lips pulls up at the unhidden admiration on your face. 

“Come here.” He crooks a finger, signalling you closer. 

You blink, lifting up and shuffling on your knees over to him. His hand locks behind your neck pulling you in to steal a kiss, lips brushing yours affectionately. One of your hands finds purchase on a burly shoulder to steady yourself. He pulls back, placing a succession of quick pecks over your pouting lips, pulling giggles out of you.

“I’m sorry. I suddenly realized I hadn't kissed the most beautiful woman today. It had to be quickly amended.”

A large grin breaks over your face at his cheesy words. 

“You’re such a charmer, Mr. Kim.”

His eyes flash, tongue swiping over his thick lower lip. “Am I? Does that mean I can charm you out of these?” he teases, fingers tugging at your shorts. 

You swallow hard, painfully aware of the  warm thrum between your thighs. Biting your lip, a protest on the tip of your tongue threatens to expose the unabashed yearning of your heat.

Before you can utter a word, his lips are yours again. The hand behind your neck pulls you closer as he leans over you. A hand on your waist guides you to lie on the blanketed ground, his knee nudging your legs apart to settle between them comfortably. He kisses you languishly, hand releasing your soft strands and sliding to your cheek as he rests his weight on the arm placed by your head. Hips grinding in lazy circles against your mound, drawing a quiet moan. 

Suffice to say all thoughts of the heat are replaced by a different kind of heat as your hands slide up the plane of muscles you had been admiring not long ago. You feel every flex of his back as his hips continue their languorous movements. You bend your knees, widening the space for him invitingly. 

It’s as his hand descends to take hold of your left breast that you hear something in the distance. You ignore it thinking maybe it was a rustling branch or bush. Giving your breast a squeeze, Jin spreads even more heat to your core, and just as you’re about to groan your breath hitches as the sounds are closer this time. 

“Jin! Sis! Are you guys here?”

Your eyes bug open, staring into Jin's equally stunned gaze before you both spring apart. A tangle of limbs, wrestling to separate from each other. It’s when you’re finally sitting in your own personal spaces that you notice a hitch in your situation. Jin’s erection was pitching a lovely tent in his semi loose jeans. His hands covered it, a pained look on his face as he cursed. Hearing the crunch of leaves close by springs you into action just as your siblings walk out of the tree line. 

“Oh there you guys are,” the oldest declares, pointing you out to the others.

You smile over at them innocently from your position between Jin's legs, back resting against his naked chest, his arms resting around your waist. You both wave at them, thanking powers at be for the humidity today helping to disguise your flushed skin. 

“Oh, hey! We didn’t know you guys were coming by today.” Jin greets nonchalantly, raising an arm to wave at them.

“Well,” the youngest speaks up this time, hand rubbing the back of their neck, ”we weren’t going to but when we realized what the weather was like out, we couldn’t let you guys deal with it all alone.”

You can’t help but smile at them in appreciation. “Thank you guys, you really didn’t have to.”

“This is our waterhole, we have to help too,” your middle sibling declares, pounding a fist into their chest dramatically. 

You roll your eyes as they grin at you.

“Well let’s get to it, fam!” cheers the youngest.

“We’ll join you in a moment, just taking a short break,” you inform them.

“No worries, take your time. This heat is no joke.” They wave you off as they set up their equipment and bags.

You realise a sigh, reiterating your thanks as they go about cleaning. You watch them a moment before twisting your head to the side. “You wanna get a hold on yourself now?” you hiss over your shoulder. Jin’s prominent erection poking at your back, showing no signs of deflating any time soon. 

He wraps his arms around you pulling closer. “I can’t help it, not when that perfect ass keeps pushing back on me.” he whispers into your ear. “And did you know your shoulders turn me on too? They’re so perfect for grabbing onto when I fuck into you from be-”

A yelp of pain gets your sibling’s attention, heads swiveling to look over you guys. Jin folded over, hand clutching at his right side where you’d elbowed him. 

“He’s got a stitch in his side from cleaning out the lake. Sorry to scare you guys,” you give as an explanation, waving off their concerned gazes. Feeling bad, your oldest sibling decides to take over lake duty, telling you guys to take your time resting. 

You nod gratefully, before turning your attention back to the frustratingly handsome man behind you. “Get a hold of yourself! Or you won’t be touching me for the next week!”

He looks at you in indignation, sputtering to find a response. “You can’t do that! We leave in a few days! We can finally go back to loud unfiltered sex!” 

You twist around and smack a hand over his mouth. “I’m not kidding! Get it together, my siblings are here,” your eyes blazing with intent. 

He removes your hand as he clears his throat. A playful glint in his eyes before he opens his obnoxious mouth. “You know you’re hot when you’re angry?” he manages before breaking out into his signature high pitched laugh. 

Face flushing in annoyance, you smack his bare arm. “Fine! Good luck hiding it on your own!” you fume, leaning forward to push yourself up. 

You don’t get far, as he cages you quickly with his arms, pulling you back against him, a panicked no permeating the humid air. You huff, as you feel the wind almost knock out of you at the force he uses to pull you back into place. 

“Well are you gonna behave?” an unsaid ultimatum weaved into the question.

“Ah! It’s not my fault you’re so attractive! How can you blame me like this!” he continues to whine, like a petulant child not allowed to play with their favorite toy. 

The pair of you continue to bicker, as your siblings slave away in restoring the clearing. It’s not long before they grow hot, exhausted by the muggy air engulfing them. Their patience and kindness waning, complaints for you both to hurry and join them—which you promptly do, with bottles of water in hand to help them cool down. Your small group makes quick work of the left over trash, as Jin takes care of what’s left in the lake. 

The sun was just beginning it’s descent, stars just barely dotting across the darkening sky, when your small rag tag group finally finished; spent bodies leaning on each other, as weary eyes surveyed your hard work. It wasn’t what it once was, but it looked damn well on its way there and you couldn’t help the happy tears that brimmed your waterline. The arm around your shoulder gives you a quick squeeze, Jin's voice filling the air thanking everyone for their hard work.

The evening chill that cools your sweat soaked layers has the small group shivering. Giving the place one last sweep, you all agree to high tail it back for much needed showers and rest. 

Tomorrow would be your last full day there and you wanted to make sure of one last thing. You would be trying to find a way to purify the lake water. You had been doing research and had read about techniques aiming to bring a lake back to or closer to man-made undisturbed conditions. You had found a lake restoration company not far outside of the town. Jin had already agreed to accompany you, willing to help in any way possible as you brought it up before going to bed that night. You had happily accepted, beholden by the revival of the Fae Kingdom.

The night was comfortably warm, filled with happy chatter in the beautiful glade. Fairy lights lit the area in a soft glow as many visitors sat around the lake, eating meals they had just pulled off grills or brought with them from home. Small clusters of families or couples relaxed after a day of fun and thrills. 

Somewhere someone had brought a speaker, a soft pop melody permeating the air, as you quietly sing along to it, swaying in your fiance’s arms, his own angelic voice serenading you. Your family surrounded you, their loud boisterous laughs bringing you joy and comfort. 

It had been a year since your visit, a year of the lake restoration working its magic. A year of love and care for the watering hole, which was almost a mirror of its former glory. Beautiful shades of green once more filling in patches of the ground, all the colors of the rainbow blooming, giving the space vibrance and life. There were signs of life all around you as creatures began to inhabit the area once more. 

But the most amazing part is being able to witness the breathtaking globes of light that dance before your eyes. Soft, blinking lights that waltz around, unbothered by the visitors. The fairies had returned, they had come back home to their kingdom. 

“They’re happy.”

“Huh,” you ask dumbly, breaking out of your reverie.

“The fairies, they’re happy to see you,” he voices.

A tender smile rests on his lips when you turn to him. He remembered. The childish story you had told him. And it’s in that moment, with blinking lights reflecting around him that you come to a realization. 

“You’re the fairy prince. Well, you’re my real fairy prince,” you admit quietly.

He looks down at you, eyes searching yours before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose and pulling your back flush against him.

“I guess that makes you the future princess of the Fae Kingdom.”

You cling to his arms happily, taking in the gorgeous scenery before you. 

“Besides, it only makes sense that someone as good looking as me is royalty.”

“And there goes the moment,” you grumble as you leave the safe space of his arms to join your family in their merriment. 

“Hey! You know it’s true!” he exclaims, chasing after you, accompanied by a squeaking laugh.

[rikusempai]

Hi! Could I request when Luke accidentally called MC mom and MC responds super nonchalant like “yes sweetheart” or something like that?

Luke calling MC mom

[FEM!Mc x Luke]platonic!fluff!

Author note: Thanks for waiting, sorry this took so long! I haven’t check my messages in so long. Hope you like it.

Key:

F/C - Favourite Colour

Scenario: Luke accidentally calls MC mom and MC casually responds “Yes sweetheart”

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MC was feeling good today, it was her weekly baking lessons at the purgatory hall. She was never really was good at baking but ever since Luke offered to teach her she’s been getting better and better each day.

Plus MC enjoyed hanging out there, it gave her some space away from the chaos that is The House of Lamentation. She felt more relaxed there, she really enjoyed hangout with the two angels and the shady sorcerer.

Luke was always so sweet to her, in class he would always bring her something he baked the other day or offered to eat lunch with her. He was such a clingy angel and honesty MC didn’t mind, Luke would stick like glue to her.

MC didn’t have any siblings, but was good with kids. Yes, Luke is much more older than her being an angel and such but he was more or less a 10 year old boy. The two we’re such a cute sight, a small little angel glaring at every demon that passed, and a sweet human girl trying to stop the little angel from getting other demons mad.

They were stuck to each other like glue. Even when MC was not with Luke, the angel couldn’t stop talking about her. Some say it seemed like a puppy crush on Lukes end but it was more like a son and his mother. MC always cared about Luke with a motherly love, she really adored him; He always brightened up her day.

Simeon was really thankful for MC. He was worried at first about the exchange program, Lukes idea of demons being his main worry. But thanks to MC he felt a lot more relaxed, Luke had someone else to look after him. Not that it was MCs duty to take care of Luke, Simeon was just happy that Luke found someone he could trust.

The hot weather of the Devildom left MC sweating as she walked down the brimstone streets. She wore jean shorts, a (F/C) t-shirt, and her hair tied up. She really didn’t care about the lingering stares of passing demons, she just really needed air conditioning.

Once she made it into Purgatory hall a gust of cool air hit her face, she let out a sigh of relief. “MC!” She heard a familiar voice echoing of the halls. She looks up to see the one and only little angel running up to her.

“Hey Luke” she says as she walks towards him with her arms open. Luke quickly hugged MC and pulled her sleeve with a huge smile on his face. “I’m so glad you’re here!” “I would never miss a lesson” She says as she walked through the halls to the kitchen.

There in the kitchen sat Simeon and Solomon at the white marble island. “Hello MC” Solomon greeting her first looking up from his Grimore. “Nice to see you Mc” Simeon greats her next, slightly waving his slender hand.

“Hey guys” She says as she walks into the room. Luke lets go of MCs’ sleeve and rushed to one of the bottom cabinets. Reaching inside he pulls out two aprons, handing one to MC with a hop in his step. “Here you go!” He chirped.

“Thank you” MC took the (F/C) apron and put it on, finishing it off with a bow in the back. “So what are we going to bake today?” MC asks clasping her hands together. Luke pulls out a cream coloured baking book and flips a couple pages.

“I saw this really tasty looking cake on the latest Madam Screams sweets magazine and I wanted to put a more... Celestial twist to it” he shows MC the magazine with the cake. “Cool, lets get started” MC says.

“O-ok, um you get the bowls on the top shelf” Luke tells her. MC nodded her head and headed for the top cabinets well Luke gathered up the ingredients.

“Hey mom” Luke asked nonchalantly as if it came out natural. MC looked to him after grabbing the bowls “yes sweetheart?” She asked. “Could you pass- WAIT I-!” Luke freaked out.

His face yearned bright red from the laughs from Simeon and Solomon still at the island. “I-I didn’t mean that, i-it came out so naturally I!”

MC tuned red as well, the words fell so naturally out of her mouth. Luke was like a son to her, she couldn’t help but love him like one.

“How cute” Solomon smirked, his hand covering his mouth trying to disguise his laugh. Simeon seemed to also try to hid his laugh, a little more composed that Solomon.

“Shut up Solomon!!” Luke yelled puffing out his cheeks in embarrassment. “I’m sorry Luke I didn’t mean too” MC apologize sheepishly.

Luke looked her way and tugged on her sleeve with embarrassment, “it’s ok it’s just...” He trailed off, his head down in embarrassment. “It’s ok Luke, it slipped out”.

MC wrapped her arms around Luke, engulfing his tiny figure. “Don’t worry about it sweetie” she says smiling. The two other boys chuckle.

They really are like two peas in a pod.

Masterlist

[defectiveconantoy]

Shooting Stars

Fandom: Detective Conan

Pairing: ShinRan

Rating: K+

Prompt: Childhood

Genres: Slice-of-life, Friendship, Romance

Words: 829

A/N: This fic took different names, different ideas, and MULTIPLE DRAFTS before I completed it. All of that insanity started happening right after @shinranweek’s prompts were announced. Took me over a month to finish this minific. 🤣

Shooting Stars

Outings with Kudo Shinichi are some of the best times of Mouri Ran’s life. At nine years old, she can’t count the amount of times his adventures have gotten both of them in trouble. Not that she minds, though.

When she’s with Shinichi, he takes care of her, makes sure she is safe and happy. Always. If she gets hurt, he protects her. If she feels lonely, he provides her company, For a kid his age, he sure knows how to make Ran feel uncertain emotions for him that she doesn’t feel for other boys. In fact, he’s the best guy friend she’s ever had.

The sun is now setting in Beika. She approaches Shinichi’s house with a picnic towel rolled neatly into her right hand. They planned a nighttime hangout at the park last week and agreed to meet at his place today come sunset. “Hello, Shinichi,” she speaks into his doorbell speaker box. She giggles and quietly wonders what mishaps they’ll encounter this time.

“Is it sunset already?” He briefly pauses. “Oh! I forgot. Ran! One moment. I’ll be ready in a sec,” he hurriedly answers. It hasn’t even been two minutes, and he’s running out his door and through the gates. He swiftly grabs Ran’s left hand and runs towards the sidewalk.

They quickly pass and turn through the neighborhood and into the busy streets. Ran panics, “What are do you doing? Why are we running? I might drop our towel.”

Shinichi turns in her direction, blue eyes staring with confidence. “Don’t worry! Keep a grip on that towel. We’ll get there.” He pants. “Just need to get to the park before anyone else grabs the best spots.”

They approach the park entrance and the grassy picnic area. Luckily, they is plenty of room for them to settle down. Shinichi stops Ran at one spot and crouches to pant and rub sweat off his forehead. Ran places the towel onto the ground as he calms down.

“So, tell me. What are we here for,” Ran asks

“Shh! It’s a secret.”

“Not fair!”

They both sit down. “Just wait until the sky turns dark and our eyes adjust to the darkness.” He winks confidently. “I think you’ll like what you see.”

The night sky settles, and boy, is he not kidding. Her orchid eyes widen in amazement. Stars, stars everywhere! They fill and brighten the black sky. Some stars even connect to form constellations, just like in astronomy books. Never has she felt close to outer space. All without a rocket ship!

Ran points and shouts, “Look! A shooting star. They say if you wish upon them, your wish comes true.” She pauses to close her eyes and make her private wish. Shinichi, the rational one, would usually laugh, but he lets her enjoy herself this time.

He sits next to her with a faint blush on his face and his eyes concentrated on the stars and says, “Summertime: the best time to watch the stars with a good friend like you. Thanks for coming with me.”

Ran was grateful for her time with Shinichi tonight. He sure did surprise her with stargazing. A humble surprise that’s to be expected from someone like him. The moment is comforting. She feels reassured by him being next to her with the vast, limitless sky in front of the sky.

She turns in his direction and hugs him tightly. He blushes again and hugs her back, in spite of her tough grip.

Fast forward ten years later. Ran and Shinichi have now been dating for two years and still can’t believe they’ve become lovers. They frequently visit the park, only this time, it’s like returning home after a long journey. Now, they are no longer the rushed nine-year old kids. No, he was better prepared this time. They went out to eat and enjoy the sunset before heading out to the park.

To them, each star now represents a memory from the past ten years, events, decisions, mistakes, confessions, and remedies that they endured together. He stares at the sky with the same amazement from before. “The stars are as beautiful as ever, even more so with my girlfriend. I wish I could have said that all those years ago, but speaking your mind isn’t always easy when you’re young,” he chuckles.

“Ran, look! There’s a shooting star. I know you like those, so make a wish.” She blushes and leans her head on his shoulder as she also watches the night scene.

“So, what did you wish for, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“For you to never leave my side.”

He gently strokes her hair and lightly taps her chin to lift her face to his and kiss her. His lips press hers lightly before wrapping his hand around her hair. She shifts and lays her hands on his chest and kisses him with more intensity.

He slowly pulls out and whispers, “Your wish is my command.”

[pvrpleblccd]

As the world caves in.

syposis : It was now or never. This was his only chance, never will he have another chance like this.

pairing : dreamwastaken x f.reader

tw : angst, sad, tradegy, death, mentions of death/suicide, mc going through a very rough time

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ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇs ɪɴ - ᴍᴀᴛᴛ ᴍᴀʟᴛᴇs

I fell on my knees, looking at my family laying on the floor, white foam and another odd colour of a substance coming out of their mouths. My hand started to tremble as I reached out for my little siblings hand. It was cold. I couldn't help, but sob. Looking at their faces made me weak, it was pale, way too pale and far from its original tone. Their expressions will be one that will be engraved with me, they looked somehow peaceful, if it wasn't for the foam, we could mistaken for them to be asleep.

I put my palm on their cheeks, taking in their features for the last time, they're so young, way too young. They barely lived. There's so much ahead of them. They were looking forward to their lives, I was supposed to watch them grow up and see them graduate. Watch them enjoy their lives and, maybe, them eventually becoming parents.

My head suddenly turned to my parents, I looked at their faces and both of them held a small smile with dried tears clearly noticeable on their faces. My eyes glanced down on their hands, they were hold each other's hands, with their wedding rings on. Another sob came out of my mouth and hoped that they were able to move on with their next life. I felt a tiny happy feeling inside of me, my parents were divorced and they separated, but seeing them like this.. It made me feel.. somehow happy.

My tears were never ending. They kept on falling as I let out a scream. It hurt. My family is gone, without me, and soon I too will be gone. But I did not wanted to go, not yet.. Not alone. I got up and grabbed a blanket, placing it over my family. I noticed one of our gardening flowers in the living room, it was withering, but I took it and placed it on top of the blanket.

"Thank you.. For everything. I hope you were able to move on. I love you all... May we meet again."

A hiccup escaped my mouth, I quickly wiped my tears even though they kept on coming. My eyes went to the TV, the timer kept on going down and flashing, reminding me the time I had left to live the life I couldn't live at its fullest. I clenched my jaw and threw the closest thing to me on it, which was a family frame and made my way to the front door, locking it, out of habit and looked at my house I've lived it for the past 18 years.

All the good and bad memories flashing in my head, finally arriving to the conclusion even if I mostly had downs, I've enjoyed many moments of it. I was still glad to be able to live, experiencing things, even though I would have experienced more. Then the feeling of regret came to me, I shouldn't have wasted the time and moments I locked myself up in my room.

"Goodbye... My memory box."

With that, I made my way to the usual hangout of my friends and I. There was one more thing I wanted to say to someone first. The thought of them gone came across my head and my walking became jogging then running. The people in the streets were wildly insane. Some celebrating, some were trying to loot places before entering their bunkers, some were making out, some were crying. There were too many things happening, it terrified me. The sirens started to go and a mix of screaming, cheering and crying could be heard.

"I don't have much time... I need to see him... Its- AHH!"

The sound of guns could be heard, people started to shoot each other and a bunch of troubled people descended their vehicles and screamed 'We're all going to die soon, give up your life already'. That sentence caused a havoc amongst the people, bodies started to flop on the ground and blood spattered everywhere, this made me run faster. I stop dead in my tracks as I came face to face with the silent guy in my physics class who I would always bring his favourite chocolate chips cookie. My hands immediately went up as soon as I saw the crossbow he was holding.

“Nerd.”

Every step he took, made me insides hurt me even more. I would always try to cheer him up or make him smile or even get to open up, in the end I would always be the one ending up talking about how much of a wuss I am when I would always fail to get along with him again. He came up to me, his long pink hair swaying by his side, I closed my eyes and waited for the agonizing pain, but it never came, instead, I was engulfed in a warm hug. My eyes shot wide open as I returned the hug and squeezed the man.

“Thank you for being a wonderful friend to me. You made me feel things that a normal teenager should feel. What do they call it? Fireflies? No, I think it was butterflies. But too bad, it’s time to say goodbye now. I do admit, I will miss your rants.”

“Techno-“

“Dave, now go. Go to him.”

“Dave… thank you.”

I felt him give a small peck on my cheek before he turns away gracefully, I fully took note of what he was wearing, it was beautiful. He was dressed as if he was a king or even a god, his red cape flowing through the wind perfectly. I smiled and continued my course. After making turns, I finally arrived to the hangout spot, my running turned into jogging then walking, then I finally stopped, seeing his tall figure and his signature long brown coat and beanie.

"Wil-"

There he was. Comforting her, whispering things in her ear. The both of them were sitting on the bench we made, so the whole gang could fit in it. She looked up to him, her tears still falling down. I saw him lean in and she did the same thing. My breathing stopped. My head and thoughts went numb. Both of their eyes closing, lips about to touch. Before I could see the action happen, I was turned around, my face making contact with a torso and my body embraced in a hug. My sobs were silenced by the loud sirens. It hurts. He knew I liked him, he knew and now he's there kissing Niki.

My best friend.

I confessed to him, only to have him tell me he wanted space to think. Niki knew I liked him as well, hell she was the one who helped me gather my courage to go confess to him. Was I that oblivious to not notice the sudden change in Wilbur's behaviour whenever he saw Niki close or the way he talked, always harsh to me, but always soft to Niki? And the look he held in his eyes when I'm with him, nothing but boredom and annoyance and when Niki showed up, his eyes would light up and smile immediately. He would always find a way to finis the conversation quickly so that he can go talk with her.

I was blinded by what I thought was love.

"Let it out.. Let it all out y/n."

I recognized who it was just by the sound of his voice. Clay. I hugged him tighter, before my knees gave up, the both of us ending up on the ground. Never once Clay let me go. His arms were around me in a protective manner, his hand caressing my back and felt him humming something, head still on his chest.

Clay.

The one who was always been there for me when I was at my lowest and needed someone. The one who always took me out of my cave of a room when I was sad. The one who would stay up all night to play games with me. The one who helped me the most when my older sibling died. The one who would encourage me to go hang out with Nick, George and him when the others were having a chill hangout when I wasn't invited. The one who always cheered me up when I was gloomy and unwell. The one who always visited me whenever I missed a day in school.

He was the one who truly cared about my health.

The only one who truly cared about me.

I looked up to him, taking in all his features for the first time. His freckles sprayed perfectly on his face, his blonde hair was displayed in a messy way, they were wavy, reminded me of Wilbur's. His eyes were closed, eyelashes long as ever, lips looking plum and nose looking boopable. He wore a simple outfit, jeans with black converse and his signature lime green hoodie with a smiley face of it. The small breeze made his hair slightly move to the wind and made his eyes open. Those beautiful emerald green eyes.

Oh, they were the prettiest colour I've ever seen. Just looking at them, I got lost in them. They would always gave me a sort of warm and welcoming feeling. How could've I not looked at him like this before? Never once I fully took in his features. Clay, is the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

Why was I always focused on Wilbur?

When the one who truly cared for me, was always by my side?

A wave of guilt hit me, my vision becoming blurry ones again, Clay must've felt my shaking and heard my sobs once again. He looked down to me, eyes meeting each other's and a soft smile came across is beautiful face. I was no longer held in a hug, but his hands made contact with my cheeks, cupping them. He wiped away my tears with his thumb and put his forehead on mine. I found it selfish that I enjoyed this, Clay was always there for me and I wasn't able to pay his kindness.

"Clay... Why? You were always there for me, but.. I don't understand.. why?"

"It's you, y/n. It's always been you. I was head over heels for you, ever since I saw you for the first time. As we grew closer, I fell even more for you. Y/n, you're a wonderful woman, you're fucking gorgeous and you're amazing. Wilbur's a fucking asshole for not accepting you, the man fucked up and seeing you losing your smile.. It broke me. It fucking broke me. I didn't want you to lose that precious smile. You're an amazing person and you deserve the world, I.. I couldn't give you all of the things you deserve.

You went through so much and it always broke me seeing you unwell and unstable. I don't know how you do it... You're so fucking strong. After all that.. You still managed to keep a smile and be an optimist. I know that happy persona is nothing but a front, I know, trust me. — he paused for a moment, tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear — Darling, you have no idea how lucky and happy I am to be able to see the real you. Every moment I spent with you, were the best moments in my life, Y/n."

I took in all of his words and played them in my head several times. I felt his thumb caressing my cheeks and hear him sniffle. I noticed the tears rolling down his face and this made something explode in my heart. I never saw Clay cry. Never once this man showed any sign of sadness or whatsoever before. Taking in on the fact that he was always on the one sided love destroyed me. He was making sure I was doing okay even though it meant to destroy him.

My thoughts were fighting against each other. All of the moments I have spent with Clay played in my head all over again. Remembering all of the times he would make me blush, because we would compliment me. The times were we would tease each other. The times were we would both pretend to be lovers just to be able to get 'couple discounts' and 'couple contests'. The moments I truly felt happy. And finally... The moment he would always make my heart skip a beat and give me butterflies. All of the thoughts led me to one conclusion that was written everywhere, all of the signs were there, but I was too blind actually see it...

Clay was the one I truly loved.

My eyes flickered to the object in the sky, slowly but quickly approaching us. I panicked and placed my hands on his cheeks. He looked at me in the eyes, his were red due to the crying and his expression was even more hard to take in. My breathing started to quicken, I shook my head, wanting to talk with him more, figure things out, but the object in the sky was making me stressed.

"Why..?! W..Why haven't you said anything Clay..?! I... Why only now??"

He looked up seeing the nukes coming closer and clenched his jaw. He once again faced me and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes immediately closed, suddenly forgetting about everything happening around us. Never wanting for this moment to end. When he pulled away, he pulled me back to reality. The sounds of the nukes coming was getting louder and louder. The lights started to blind my view.

"Clay.. Clay! N..No.. We can talk about this... I.. We can fix this... We can..."

Clay engulfed me in a hug, caressing me, trying to calm my horrified self. I clung onto the man whom I've realized, was the one. My cries were loud, I felt drops of water on my shoulder. He too was crying. Kissing my forehead on last time, he smile at me saying his final words.

"In another life... Maybe, it will be meant to be."

I looked at him for the last time, accepting my fate and gave him a genuine smile, for the first time.

"I love you."

unedited

published : June 20 2021, 4:40 am

modified : August 25 2021, 12:25pm

[xingqiu-irl]

i really really like chibedo aaaaaa they're so cute

i keep daydreaming about them in my genshin hs au ahahshdh

like albedo has like no friends and is quiet and childe is like. popular. and in a class they have assigned seats next to each other or smthn and childe keeps trying to talk to albedo but albedo is still quiet, but everyday chulde learns just a bit more about albedo and before he even knows it they're good friends; albedo's only other friend is sucrose and even then they're not the closest? so childe is like “woo im your second ever friend!!” and albedo is just like. yeah, sure ok.”

most of the time during their conversations childe does the speaking, but sometimes albedo will chime in with their own stuff. it's only really when the two are alone does albedo speak a lot, and most of the time it's rambling about things they're learning. childe finds it all the more intriguing, how they can ramble on and on about things they've studied and things they're learning and how childe could find it all so interesting. childe wasn't stupid, not by a long shot, but he never found science or math or anything “stem” related all that interesting. yet when albedo just went on and on about those subjects— he’d listen on so intently. and albedo would always help out childe if he needed it, always make sure he was passing his classes just fine while not being too hard on him.

they met when they were juniors, and got close. they stayed just as close around the summer too. if you saw childe, albedo was probably with him. if you saw albedo in the halls, guess who was right next to them? childe. it wasn't often you'd see them separated. and it wasn't often you'd see anything but a neutral expression on albedos face except when they were talking to childe, where a small smile always seemed to creep onto their lips. the duo didn't have arguments or fights ever— sometimes it seemed like they never even had disagreements. albedo was never one to share their opinions on anything and even when childe said his opinions it was like they always agreed.

senior year was a little different though. they both were a little busier, trying to plan out what they'd do after high school. albedo seemed to have it cut out clear, even with certain universities offering them scholarships. they knew what they wanted to do, who they wanted to be, and yet childe had barely any idea of what he wanted to do. there were so many options and he just didnt know—late one night while he was over at albedos, just sort of idly sitting on their bed while albedo quietly read something next to him, leaning into his side ever so slightly, childe let out a breathy sigh. his gaze fixated on the ground, “how did you figure out what you'd wanted to do for the rest of your life?” was all childe asked. and a few moments later he felt albedo sit up a bit more, no longer leaning into his side and leaving a bit of warmth there. his blue eyes glanced towards the other, his gaze still fixated downwards. albedo gave a light shrug, not saying a word for a few moments, “I don't know. I suppose I've only ever been good in two fields, so I went with my best one. I didn't have much of another choice really.”

ah. that didn't help much at all did it? childe didn't really have something he excelled in like albedo. he wasn't good at one particular field like albedo. he didn't have his life set out and planned for him like albedo. and in that moment, maybe he felt just a slight tinge of resentment and jealousy. albedo already knew what they wanted to do, who they wanted to be, exactly how to get there- and it was all just practically handed to them because they were always good in that subject. they were too good in every subject. childe sighed, clearing his throat afterwards. “right, that makes sense,” childe mumbled, quieter than usual. quieter than albedo's ever heard. “im sorta jealous of you, ahah. you have your life set out, planned, handed to you even. i have no clue what i want to do, im not particularly the best at anything.” childe added an awkward chuckle at the end, slightly embarrassed.

“jealous?” albedo questioned, their head turning to fully look at childe, a brief quirked. they almost seemed upset at the implication that childe of all people was jealous of them. “youre great at many things, childe. you have some traits i wish i had. you're charismatic, charming even. you can make friends, talk to people like it's nothing? I can't, childe. you don't have to be absolutely sure on your life just yet, alright? please, don't be jealous of me.” albedo narrowed their eyes, and the two were making eye contact. childe blinked, and he felt for maybe the first time in his life something he'd label as actual love.

and over the months he only felt his love grow stronger. every time albedo would place a hand on his back, every time albedo would say something reassuring, the times they'd stay up way late at night just talking about whatever came up, it made childe pin all the more harder. albedo would spare a glance while they were sitting in class. childe could feel his heart skip a beat or something, and he tried paying attention but he just couldn't stop thinking about the other. these emotions, feelings, christ they were going to be the death of him, huh?

he'd invited albedo to hangout somewhere outside of their home. usually if he wanted to hangout with albedo it'd have to be at albedo's house. but now here they were, late at night in some random park. it was dimly lit, as the only real lighting came from unevenly spaced lamp posts you'd see every once in a while in the park and the street lamps from the road. it was just bright enough for childe to make out albedos features, all of their wonderful features. he stared, stared for far longer than he should've, than he was allowed to. albedo glanced over, moving a piece of hair just slightly out of their eyes. “is something wrong?” albedo questioned, though it was quiet, their voice as soft as ever.

“no, im just... admiring you,” childe let out with a awkward laugh following it, “youre amazing, albedo, i really like you,” childe confessed with a small sigh and another awkward chuckle. he'd hoped albedo understood what he meant, that this wasn't platonic. childe already felt like his face was burning up after confessing now, and he might just die if he had to elaborate.

albedo stared at childe, their face blank and mouth slightly ajar. they tried to find the words, to find what to say. their expression morphed into a perplexed one. emotions was certainly not something they were good at childe could seem so in touch with his emotions. albedo was not. they rarely tried to express how they felt, yet childe could surely express himself so casually. albedo didnt know what to say, how to feel, surely they felt the same way but they really weren't sure they could put it into proper words. “give me some time to think.” that's what albedo said. truthfully, they knew it wasn't the thing to say, they knew they felt the exact same way childe did. but now they had to figure out how to put that into words. childe looked disappointed. albedo internally sighed. they hated seeing childe upset, and now they were the reason. great. well now albedo would have to say something, to fix the situation. “er... i didn't know what to say, sorry,” they began, “i feel the same way, i think,” they looked down. staring at the ground, face far more red than it's ever been.

they didn't know what to do. neither did childe. but for now the just remained quiet. childe broke the silence, “uh, let's figure things out tomorrow, ill walk you home.” childe offered, grinning and trying to lighten the mood up a bit. albedo glanced up, making brief eye contact and nodding. they knew tomorrow was certainly going to be something. but for now, they could just enjoy the few moments left they had tonight with childe.

ok yeah i got really carried away on what was supposed to be a short au desc but, it's ok! ehhehsbxb i just thought this was cute and ive been daydreaming abt it all day so i thought i might as well ramble on tumblr sjdbfbdb

[evolutionsvoid]

Flegor [flee-gohr] Alias: Fleaman, Bug-Saw, Jitters Date Discovered: April 5th, 1955 Place of Origin: United States   Notable Stomping Grounds: United States, Mexico, Canada   Height: 80 feet Length: 80 feet Biology: Flegor is a flea that has been turned into a kaiju through exposure to Yamaneon. The circumstances of his transformation aren't fully known, though some suggest he may have been aboard a lab rat that was used in Yamaneon experiments and wound up being collateral damage. Though this tiny parasite has been turned giant, he still carries many of the traits of his kind. The powerful limbs that give fleas such an incredible jump have been boosted by his transformation, allowing him to launch his massive bulk with ease. A tough exoskeleton allows him to take a hefty amount of punishment from attackers, and from any time he doesn't stick the landing. The combs and bristles that once adorned his body have hardened and sharpened, forming nasty spikes. These aren't the only pointy parts of him, as sections of his exoskeleton have formed razor sharp blades. All these sharpened bits can serve as weapons and defense on their own, but an unique part of his anatomy allows him to utilize them in different ways. With flexible segments of his specially arranged exoskeleton and the help of his internal setup, Flegor is capable of expanding and contracting his body laterally. When cornered, he can swell his body to give himself a bigger profile, as well as cause his spiked hairs to radiate outwards for a spiny defense. In times of escape, he can instead compress himself into a thinner form, allowing him to squeeze through tight spots and make him a smaller target to hit. This compression can be combined with his sharp blades and powerful jump to turn him into a living saw, spinning through the air to slice through any obstacle in his path. This change is not a permanent one, as he is using his muscles to cause this shift. Eventually these muscles grow strained and tired, so he must relax his body and return to his normal size. Flegor also possesses a sharpened proboscis, though he no longer uses it for feeding but as a desperate weapon in close quarters. It has been noted that one of Flegor's eyes is quite larger than the other. It is currently believed it was an abnormality Flegor had before he was transformed.     Flegor's kaiju powers include: - Super strength - An enhanced healing factor - Immunity to radiation - Lateral compression/expansion Personality: While many kaiju can be described as "frightening," Flegor is seen more as a "frightened" creature. He is extremely nervous, always checking his surroundings and never sitting still. He tends to twitch and fidget about, with this behavior becoming more prevalent as his stress grows. His panicked behaviors are increased when he is faced with open spaces and areas with no cover. He is terrified of such exposed places, so much so that some have claimed he is kenophobic. When forced into such an area, be it from fleeing a fight or trying to reach a better habitat, he becomes paranoid and terrified of the idea of being caught in this unescapable place. He is very jumpy and constantly looking around for threats, all while trying to leave this horrible place as fast as possible. While open spaces cause him stress, he finds solace in areas that are cluttered and full. Forests and cities are sanctuaries to him, as he feels most calm whilst hiding amongst the tall buildings or trees (though he may stick out a little). His frantic nature tones down when he is in these areas, allowing him to show a more curious side. In this sanctuary, he will move about and inspect his environment on a regular basis, either curious of his surroundings or ensuring that everything is as it should be. By contracting his body, he can squeeze through the trees and streets without causing too much damage, but that doesn't account for the things trampled underfoot or if another kaiju is pursuing him. Unfortunately, Flegor's habitats do not last forever, as larger kaiju may scare him from his forest home, and humans aren't too fond of a giant flea zipping through their neighborhood. Eventually he will be pushed out, and the terrified kaiju will be forced to find a new haven. When it comes to other kaiju, Flegor often wants nothing to do with them. Such creatures are big, loud and territorial, which are not appealing traits for this nervous flea. When one of these massive beasts make an appearance, Flegor is quick to vacate the premises. He will even run from more peaceful kaiju if he encounters them in an exposed area, as he is too scared to take any chances. His avoidance of other kaiju means that Flegor rarely takes part in battle. He prefers to launch himself away from a threat, or scurry away as fast as possible. Only when he is cornered or trapped will he fight back, but this just for the chance to escape. In these cases, he will use his jumping legs to fire himself at an opponent and tear at them with his razor-tipped body. If he can't go around, he will go through. In tight spaces where he can't jump, he will go for the "puffed up and pointy" method, hoping to discourage attack with his spiny hairs. If the foe is tripped up from this trick, it may create an opening for him to flee. While Flegor has no desire to cause destruction or death, his panicked escapes can still cause quite a bit of damage. His thin body can help him slip through the skyline, but the enraged opponent barreling after him is rarely so careful. His mighty leaps tend to shake and shatter the ground he shoots off from, which also happens to the places he comes crashing down on.   Though terrified by practically any threat, there are some kaiju out there that Flegor seems to trust. Flegor appears to have an affinity for kaiju who possess thick coats, especially mammalian beasts. Hairy kaiju are not seen as a threat but as a companion or protector. When Flegor encounters a furred beast, he will follow them around and stick close by. He does not need to be acknowledged or accepted, as long as the other kaiju does not attack him, he will be happy to hang around. When following one of these kaiju, Flegor will lose some of his nervousness, finding comfort in something familiar to his past life. While these hangouts may last for a while, they are not forever. Eventually this kaiju may travel somewhere that Flegor does not want to go, or they may grow tired of this skittering shadow and chase him off. These separations sadden him, but he does not appear to hold a grudge. He certainly remembers each of these "companions" and he will try to accompany them again if he meets back up with them, regardless if they were the ones who drove him away. An interesting note about this behavior is that these are the only times Flegor has been seen actively participating in a fight. If he is following a trusted kaiju and they are attacked, Flegor will actually try to help in the fight. No one is really sure if the presence of a companion gives Flegor courage to battle or if he is trying to protect his "friend." He will try his best to fend off this foe, though if a battle goes south he may scurry away, either in shame or fear. With him only fighting when another kaiju is beside him and his smaller size, people often joke that Flegor is some kind of sidekick or crazed assistant. This behavior has caused people to wonder if it is possible to permanently partner Flegor up with a hairy and welcoming kaiju, one who would not chase him away or travel where he is uncomfortable. If the humans can find one that is peaceful and relatively stationary, then perhaps Flegor can at last find a safe and happy home.       ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This nervous little fellow is for @tyrantisterror ‘s A.T.O.M Create A Kaiju Contest 3-D! I participated in the last contest and had an absolute blast with it, so I was eager to join in on the fun this year! Fleas are such neat critters with some weird bodies, so I tried to use some of that for this little guy. I also found the idea of a tiny parasite turning into a giant an interesting one, as this setting has them sustained off of natural energy over actual food. With no need to eat, and no bigger beasts to latch onto, a parasite like Flegor would pretty much be lost in this new world. It was a neat thought, which led to this poor fella. Hopefully he finds a good home or friend!     For anyone interested, here is the link to the contest! tyrantisterror.tumblr.com/post…

[bloofairyfox]

~Lovely night~

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Bf!Vernon x Fem!reader

Genre: fluffy fluff😭🥺 

Warnings: None? Food maybe???

Summary: you go star gazing with Vernon 🌌

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Street lights light up the road as you and Vernon drive to your favorite hangout spot. It’s late in the night with only a few cars passing by here and there, It’s quiet in the car as the only source of sound is music playing from the speakers. You relax into your seat and let out a sigh as you look out your window from the passenger side. you close your eyes to let this moment sink in as the motion of the car sways you to sleep.

Vernon looks over to your sleeping form and smiles to himself. He kinda wishes you wouldn’t have gone to sleep right now as you guys were almost there, but he doesn’t mind that much, he likes seeing you so relaxed with him, to know that you feel safe with him. You guys pull into a parking lot and found a spot to park in. Vernon turns to face you as he lightly taps on your shoulder to wake you up. You stir out of your sleep and blink your eyes a couple times to adjust to the lights over the car.

"Hey Sleepyhead, we’re here" the boy says with a soft smile. You yawn and stretch a bit and mummer an 'okay' as you open the door. Vernon gets out to help get your bag and his. You and Vernon start walking into the forest to search for the old cliff you guys always go to that’s near the lake, the one that overlooks the vast forest. The area smells like dew it must have rained here recently, You think to yourself. It gives off a mysterious, yet calming atmosphere, it’s nice.

"You seem relaxed" Vernon says out of the blue. "Yeah, I am. It’s really nice out here, beautiful even" you say as you take a deep breath and relaxed your shoulders. "Well good, because we’re almost there" he chuckled. It’s been a while since you and Vernon came to this forest. You really needed an escape from work and just life, and Vernon knew that. So he called you up and asked if you wanted to come with him to your old hangout spot to unwind and chill a bit. It was really late when he asked, but you couldn’t say no when he literally wouldn’t stop whining about it over the phone.

You both finally make it to the Cliff sitting your bags down and pulling a blanket out of your bag to place it on the ground to lay on. you sit down next to Vernon as he takes out two ice cream bars and two sodas to give to you. "Thanks Vernnie" you smile at him and take a sip of your soda. "It’s a bit cold tonight so bringing the blanket was a good idea I guess, ha…" Vernon says looking to the sky. His eyes wondering to the different constellations in the blue-ish black sky. Maybe you weren’t looking correctly, but you can swear you saw stars in his eyes, subtle, but they were there. It made him look so soft as you take in every feature of his face. How his lips tug into a soft tiny smile, how his eyes squint when he finds something interesting in the vast void of the night sky, how his cheeks look so good to pinch right now. You see his eyes look over at you for a second before you look away, he laughs a bit at you just silently staring at him. "You wanna join me or what?" "Sure".

You have no idea how long you guys have been out here, but it must have been long enough for you to start yawning and getting more sleepy. You Snuggle closer to Vernon leaving no space between you two. "You comfortable?" He asks turning his body towards yours as he puts his arm around your waist to hold you closer. "Yeah…this is exactly what I needed" you say as you feel your eyes getting more heavy as time passes. "Good, I’m glad" he softly pets your head placing kisses around your face here and there. "Hey, Vernon" you say meeting his eyes with your own. "Yes, love?" You were hesitant at first, silents filling the air quickly. But slowly relaxed a bit after Vernon started petting your head again, silently telling you it’s okay to speak your mind.

"I love you…"

It was quiet. Only the sound of the trees blowing until Vernon gives you a sweet kiss. It was short, but meaningful.

"I love you too, Y/n…"

[the-young-and-forgotten]

Gingerbread and Mistletoe

Ficmas Gingerbread House - @wonderful-writer 

Warning/s: tw food mention, tw swearing

prompts: 

4) “Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

25) “You’re already under the mistletoe, so will the two of you stop stalling and kiss already?”

Prompts will be in bold

It was a couple of weeks into the Christmas break. Your friends had all gone home for the holidays. You had nothing to do but look out at the raging blizzard happening outside now that you were stuck like a schmuck at Hogwarts. You had absolutely no one to hangout with. Or so you thought. 

Of course, Sirius had to be annoying you every second of the day, not that you minded all that much. The two of you had known each other before you had moved to Hogwarts and he had taken it upon himself to annoy you with every step within this castle. 

You had met him a couple of years ago while he was on vacation in America. He and his family had been visiting your state and you might have run him over in the street with your bike. After rushing him to a doctor, you also might have developed a slight crush on him (I mean who wouldn’t crash their bike after seeing him?). You were only too happy to bump into him again the next day to hear that he wanted to “hang out with the girl brave enough to make his proud family introduce themselves to a muggle doctor.” He introduced himself as Prince Sirius Black, succumbed to a life of misery and riches. You had discovered that while you went to Ilvermorny, he went to the highly praised school of Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry. 

Then, about 3 months ago due to some issues, you and your family were driven out of America to England. It took much persuasion, but your parents finally let you enrol in Hogwarts. Which brought you to the present. 

You were glad to see Sirius again… sort of… You had a fair idea of how annoying he could be but his constant presence and prying questions was driving you insane. You had wondered how his friends coped with it. But after a day of observing, you included they were all equally insane as him. Well, the exception being the scarred boy. He just looked like an exhausted mother on her last cup of coffee. 

Unfortunately, the school transfer did bring back that old crush you were sure you had got rid of. Obviously you hadn’t quite squashed those feelings enough. The only one in this school who knew about your crush on Sirius was James and you had sworn him to secrecy. He knew if he told anyone or did anything to push it along, he’d be instantly dead. 

But, no matter how insane Sirius seemed you could deal with it. After all, this wasn’t the first time. But one thing you couldn’t handle was the throngs of girls that nipped at his heels and hung onto his every word. You knew he was good-looking, but did he deserve his own cult? The girls aggravated you so much, making you wish violent thoughts on them and causing a pang of jealousy in your heart. 

A few days with those fangirls was okay, but when you found out this happened everyday, you could now understand Remus’ constant look of aggravation and the quiet sighs from Peter and James when this happened. 

But today was worse than usual, due to the quidditch game he’d won a couple of days ago, girls were swarming him. You snuck away to the library, before the jealousy caused you to act rashly. You hid amongst the Divination books, hoping he and his herd of girls wouldn’t find you.

But to no avail. “What a boring section to hide in, love.” A cocky voice called out. Sirius walked out between two stacks of books a wide smirk on his face. “But then again, you and I had never seen eye to eye on everything.” He picked up a book with an eye on it and tapped it, his smirk somehow stretching wider. 

You cross your arms in mock anger but you couldn’t help smirking at his pun and seeing that he didn’t have any desperate girls tagging along. “That pun was lame and you know it. Plus, no one likes Divination so I figured this would be the best place to hide.” He plonked himself down on the boxes beside you. His smile stretched even farther, irritating you slightly. 

“Pretty obvious spot though. People would expect you to hide here. If I were to hide, I would go to the Transfiguration section, it's a painfully obvious spot, but no one expects it. So you failed.” “It didn’t fail if it means there were no brain-dead bimbos following you here.” You snap at him.  “Ahhh, so you wanted to be alone with me.” He leant in close, making your face light up like a lava lamp. 

You turn away and stand up, trying to distract yourself. “C’mon, Y/n. Is it that hard to believe I just want to do something fun with my friend! We have a lot of options! Afterall, it's Christmas time!! We could go sledding, sneak out to Hogsmeade or we could-” His eyes light up. “Will you make a gingerbread house with me?” you turn to stare at him in disbelief and scoff. “A gingerbread house?!” He nods his head comically “Sirius, you haven’t even touched any baking ingredients, how will you know what to do?” 

He picks himself off the boxes and grabs your arm. He pulls you out of the library and towards the kitchens. “It’s called an adventure Y/n, search up the definition.” “I’ve done enough crazy shit with you to know what an adventure is.” You grumble under your breath. 

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The two of you stood at a counter in the kitchen, the decorations and gingerbread house pieces spread out around you. “Right… so what's next?” Sirius asks, the confusion prominent in his voice. You pull all the pieces towards you and start filling him in on what's happening “Luckily, the house elves were nice enough to get us the muggle pieces which are already pre-made, so we just have to decorate it.” 

Hearing no response, you turn towards him, question on your lips. You stop short and stare at him. He was leaning on the counter and staring off into space. Doing nothing but continuously eating the bowl of lollies in front of him. You slap his hand away, startling him. “Those are for the house! Not you!” He lowered his head looking awfully sheepish. You relented. “Okay, maybe a few.” You wink at him and pop a few into your mouth. 

“Right!” Clapping your hands together you turn back to the gingerbread house pieces. “Let's get into it!!” 

Long story short, It was messy work. The sides fell down about a dozen times,causing a lot of anger. The two of you alternating between eating the lollies and putting them on the house. Luckily for the two of you, the house elves had endless amounts of sweets so you never ran out. 

Adding the icing with Sirius was extremely aggravating for you. He couldn’t seem to get the hang of the piper and was putting it everywhere. But he kept on persisting that he could do it. After he had covered practically the entire bench with the icing you snatched it off him. “Oh, just give it here you incompetent pureblood.” It took a bit of time, but you finally finished decorating and icing the whole thing. 

When it was finished, you were positively bursting at how great the gingerbread house had turned out. Reaching over you, Sirius picked up the tray and started out of the kitchens. Turning back, he smiled at you. “Lets go share this with the boys, I know they’ll want a bite.” 

“Wait up!” You run after him, trying to grab the tray from him, but he just pushed ahead faster and faster. “Slow down!” you shout desperately trying to catch him, weaving between random students. “Why do you have to be so goddamn fast?” You said, with a slight whiny tone. But he just laughed and ran on. 

When you guys finally arrived at the Gryffindor Tower, you were panting for breath. Several people had been pushed over along your run. You had certainly made your presence known in the hallways. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to Sirius who was standing a little way away. “Can I hold the house now?” You whine. He rolls his eyes at your tone of voice but hands it over to you. 

He turns towards the Fat Lady and gives the password. As it swings open, he holds it open long enough for you to walk through. You stumble on the threshold but Sirius catches you before you or the house falls. You blush furiously as he helps you right yourself. The two of you look away from each other, the air now extremely awkward. 

You hear an ‘ahem’ from the corner of the common room and look up to see the rest of the arauders there. Peter had a sly grin on his face, Remus was giggling and James looked extremely aggravated. You knew straight away that knew where you had been. James stared you down before throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You’re already under the mistletoe, so will the two of you stop stalling and kiss already?” Gaping in shock, you look up and see he’s right. You hear Sirius groan and bury his face in his hands as you glare back at James. ‘You’re dead’ you mouth. He just smirks and points to the mistletoe. “Get on it” he shouts. 

You reluctantly look back at Sirius. Much like you, he was a blushing mess. You had never seen him look this hesitant about anything. He seemed to weigh something in his mind before leaning toward you. 

Due to the huge gingerbread house in your arms he had to awkwardly lean over it, which made the situation 100% more weird. Hesitantly, he placed his lips on yours. 

The kiss was sweet and short but it might as well have lasted a lifetime. He gasps in shock, and you knew he had felt the same thing as you had. The two of you pull away giggling, blushing more than before. 

You hear the shouts of joy from the boys and you remember James’ betrayal. “Wait here, Sirius. I need to kill your best friend.” You transport the gingerbread house to Sirius’ arms and run towards James, the boy's laughter echoing in your ears.

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