#not me smiling while responding to this with watery eyes couldn't be me........

[optiwashere]

Do you have a ko-fi or anything similar? I've adored your work for months now and would LOVE to show my appreciation.

I'm the other half of That One Couple That Reads Your Fics that has commented on things in the past and truly just can't thank you enough for writing such beautiful work that hits so many notes that are so rarely seen. Specifically, thank you for the Karlach/Shadowheart series, as a trans gal who has had hormones hit me pretty hard in various ways, seeing a character like Shadowheart and her particular body behavior is extremely important go me and something I never see. You're doing great work, and you've got two lesbian readers who will read just about anything you do. (Minthara/Orin is a little too Oops all toxic fucked up misery for me, my partner loves it though!)

Heya anon! It's a pleasure to hear from the other half!!! I hope you two have been doing well since your partner's message, and that your journey on hormones has been a freeing one 💜

I just wanna say your words really touched me. I always get a lump in my throat when other trans women enjoy what I write. It's very special to me for obvious reasons.

I'm so happy that you found this in my lil stories and that you find them beautiful for this. Fanfiction desperately needs more stories of us in all forms, in all the ways our bodies as trans women can be different. That comes out in the ways that I write these characters. I couldn't be happier you feel this way. Fiction doesn't always have to be validating, but it's a unique feeling when it is.

Especially when it's a character like Shadowheart that I write specifically to be very different from myself when I do write her as trans. Despite that, it's almost euphoric when I see you and others feel themselves in her. Or really any of the characters.

(And don't worry about the Orinthara haha. I know not everything I write is for everyone, but I'm glad your partner enjoys them lol)

As for ko-fi or similar, (EDIT) see this response. But you can show your appreciation by reading, sharing wonderful messages like this with me, and saying hi every once in a while 💜

[vinsmokesangio]

"are we on a date?"

pairing: tom blyth x bestfriend!reader x actress!reader

summary: you and tom met not long ago, but the connection you have and affection for each other turns into something more. tom is three years older than reader, she’s initiating in acting.

genre: only fluffy - at least for now

warnings: english is not my first language | no proofread.

N/A.: Hi! I really want to turn this into a series, but I need reader engagement to know if it’s worth it! Don't forget to comment, reblog, and tell me what you think <3 read my social media au here!

word count: 954

It was a cloudy and cold Friday, and you’re feeling completely tired. After several classes and auditions throughout the day, all you wanted was to be at home watching your favorite movies and rest with your comfy pajamas. Picking all of your stuff at the restroom to finally go home, your cellphone rings with a message from Tom, your best friend. Suddenly, there are some butterflies in your stomach… looks like the universe heard you.

It was a wonderful idea, right? Tom’s busy as hell since he got important roles and projects, and despite feeling really happy and proud of him, you miss him a lot and all of your quality times.

Something about the nickname gave you so much comfort and warmth in your heart. Tom was picking you up by car at your drama school in a couple minutes and you couldn't help but feel anxious in a good way.

"Hi pretty boy!" - you grinned while hugging him and putting on your seatbelt. 

Tom was wearing a gray sweater matching wonderfully with his pretty blue eyes. Smiling at you, he responded:

"I’ve missed you a lot, honey. How’s your day going by far?" - He said and headed on his way to the nearest coffee shop. 

"I’m just exhausted. We're in the final stretch of the Christmas play and I've never felt so tired. It’s like, I don't know, but my mind needs a break." - You sighed, staring in front of you, looking at the light traffic on the busy avenue.

"And I’m here to make your wish come true" - he chuckled. - "We can grab some coffee and watch silly memes on the internet like we used to do, whatcha think?" - Tom is always so gentle and lovely. 

Your friendship was really a very healthy, comfortable thing... and every time you saw each other, it was as if you never had any problems in the world. It was just you and him, inside jokes and comfort. You wished you could say how important he is to you, but instead, you simply nodded while you both entered on the drive thru and took your order. 

Tom parked the car at the coffee shop and you spent hours updating each other on your busy routines, laughing over tiktoks, singing... There were also moments of comfortable silence between the two of you, the calm you loved and needed so much. 

He looked different this time. You didn't know if it was because you hadn't seen each other for a while, but you could feel that something inside you and the way you looked at him was different. A few sparks every time he smiled at you, and you swore you could feel the same coming from him too.

Her cell phone rings, breaking her out of her reverie, showing a call from your mother. You realize that you forgot to tell her that you would be coming home later today, but all you had to do was tell her that you were with Tom and her worry would disappear. She loved him. Sometimes it seemed like she loved him even more than you, her own daughter.

“Enjoy your date tho”, your mother said cheerfully on the other side of the line. You couldn't help but chuckle and feel your cheeks burn, as you looked at your friend who had a confused expression on his face. Before you could answer, she hangs up the phone.

"What does she said? Why were you laughing?" - Tom asked with a funny expression while taking a sip of your already watery iced coffee.

"It’s nothing! Curious boy." - you poke him.

"I don’t believe you. But I know you enough to know that one day, when you least expect it, you'll tell me like it's no big deal." - He teased as he pointed at you between each word.

"I want to show you a video that I forgot to send you." - you tried to change the direction of the conversation, wanting to avoid confessions that might come out too soon. Your mother was always right, and it made you wonder if you were actually on a date with Tom. 

After a burst of laughter, you find yourself in a awkward silence trying to catch your breath. “It’s time”, you thought.

“Enjoy your date”, my mom said at the phone. - you finally confess, avoiding his gaze.

Tom looks at you with a surprised, but fun and provocative expression:

"So… are we on a date? Kinda looks like one to me." 

You can't hide your smile mixed with an expression of surprise and doubt. It's really impressive how Tom always found it easy to confess things, to be direct, but his goofy personality - which you loved - always confused you about whether he was being serious or not.

"I wouldn't mind if we actually were in one." - You said in almost a whisper, but he clearly listened.

Finally you find the courage to look into his eyes, and notice his calm smile looking into yours with admiration and affection.

"I thought you would never say that. You're a bit slow to even ask me on a date, frankly, buttercup!" - He scowled at you, making you laugh nervously. You're so lost in his "confession" that you can't even notice his hands on your thighs.

The comfortable silence that existed between the two of you suddenly became a little awkward. You take a deep breath, and slowly lean over him to join your lips in a calm kiss, with all the accumulated affection. He reciprocates by taking one of his hands to your face and stroking your hair with the other.

If there was any doubt about his feelings towards you before, it disappeared at that moment.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

What Was I Made For? - Charles Leclerc

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Another day: done. Another day that had felt like it had been wasted doing your ever so boring job while you watched pedestrians walk in and out, smiling as their carefree hours whizzed by. 

You served coffee after coffee, frappe after frappe, and each one took you an inch closer to insanity. As soon as the clock struck five, you threw your apron into your locker and traded it for your jacket. 

Just as you were about to slip out of the employees only back exit, you heard your boss collaring your name. You were just going to pretend you couldn't hear and leave anyway, but there was no ignoring her when she tapped you on the shoulder.

"Y/N, I'm going to need you to put in a few extra hours next week since we're pretty short on staff and we've been really busy lately," she smiled, and the urge to punch her in the face had never been stronger. The last thing you wanted was to put in more hours of your life doing the least rewarding job you had ever had. 

"Do I get paid any extra or anything?" you asked. You only did the job for the money, since you liked to have some independence from Charles. As expected, he had offered to support your life since he made more than enough, but you wanted to do something with your life. But this wasn't it.

"Sorry honey, the best I can do is more coffee coupons," she chirped, and you wondered how she was always so cheerful and happy. It was almost envious. Well, it would be if it wasn't so damn infuriating and irritating. 

"Just send me through the hours," you tutted, not wasting anymore time in that god forsaken coffee shop than you had to. Walking back home, you couldn't help but frown at all of the people around you, enjoying what they did for a living. 

They were all making names for themselves, leading fulfilling lives and living their dreams. And then there was you, serving coffees just finding a way to spend time. 

What were you doing with your life? Who were you supposed to be? Why did you have to live through groundhog day every day?

As per usual, you walked past the art gallery, boasting creativity and colour, and the jewellery stores with glittering pieces that you wished you had made. Just so someone would recognize something you had done. 

Finally, you arrived at the safe haven that was the apartment you shared with Charles. He wasn't back yet, since he had gone for dinner with some friends for the evening.

You got yourself comfortable, taking a shower and snuggling up on the couch. As you watched a movie, you couldn't help but feel saddened by the actor's success.

They were household names, doing what they loved for a living. And there you were. Sat on your couch counting the hours away.

You just wished you could have been like them - even if just a little bit. Hell, you just wanted to be someone. You just wanted be something.

These thoughts rushed through your head for a while, so much to the point where you failed to notice the movie had ended and you were staring at a blank screen with watery eyes.

You also failed to notice the front door opening and closing as a tear of disdain and jealousy rolled down your cheek. "Hey, amor. How are you?" Charles asked, but you couldn't snap out of your darkened haze.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" He asked again, placing a hand on your shoulder and shaking you slightly.

"What am I doing with my life?" You asked, your eyes still glued to the black screen. You didn't hesitate to ask, there was no point. "What?" he asked, clearly not understanding the question.

"Who am I?" you asked, and Charles just looked at you, trying to figure out what you were asking. This was so out of the blue since you were normally a happy, cheerful kind of person.  "Exactly, I'm no one," you said, leaning forward and resting your elbows on your knees after he didn't respond.

"I just serve shitty coffee to shitty people and that is my life," you continued, the frustration building as you spoke. "Nobody knows who I am and nobody cares," you rambled, shrugging his hand away.

"Baby, you know that's not true," he said, struggling to come up with something to help you snap out of the stupor. He wondered how long you had felt like this for it to all come out so suddenly and strongly. "There's no point in trying that, Charles. I know it is,"

"I used to be untouchable," you sighed, thinking back to when you met Charles and what had lead up to it. You had worked your ass off like you had through your whole life. You tried hard in school and did everything you could to contribute to your community and others around you. 

"I used to be amazing, and now look at me," you babbled. You were living your dream, but you left your job to move to Monaco with Charles. "I threw it all away," you whispered, not wanting Charles to think it was his fault in the slightest. 

"But you are amazing," he tried to console, his heart breaking to hear you talk about yourself like this. "Not anymore," you said, thinking about what you could have been. Long distance could have worked and maybe you'd be happy right now.

"You can be whatever you want to be, you know that right?" he asked, not realising what he had set himself up for. "I'm not talented enough to be a singer, I'm not pretty enough to be a model, I'm not charismatic enough to be a talk show host, I'm not driven enough to have my dream be my job like you,"

"Everyone already has their lives planned out and are making leaps and bounds towards their end goal, and then there's me. Wasting my time and wallowing in my own self pity," you sighed, and Charles was wracking his brains for something that might help.

"You're still young, baby, you have loads of time to figure it out. And once you do, you have more than enough to get yourself there because you can do anything you put your mind to," he tried to reassure, mentally cursing at himself for how cheesy that sounded.

He hated that you had this opinion of yourself. To him, it didn't matter if you were the most talented, the prettiest, the most charismatic. It just mattered that you were you and he loved you for that. 

"But everyone else has it figured out. Everyone is already someone. You're Charles Leclerc, the face of Ferrari, the man from Monaco, hero to children across the globe. You have a purpose.  And what about me? Well that's exactly it, I'm just me," 

"There's no such thing as 'just me'. You are hard-working beyond belief, you take pride in your job, you care about other people, you're the love of my life. Surely that's enough?" he desperately tried to claw you back out of the slump, but his sweet words couldn't shield the darkness this time.

"Maybe it isn't, not anymore," you mumbled, standing from the couch and shutting yourself in the bedroom, leaving Charles sat on the couch by himself, gobsmacked. He didn't know how to help you realise how brilliant you really were, but you didn't really know either.  

A/N - I went to see Barbie the other night, and this song just destroyed me. I guess it just made me think about things, y'know? If anyone has any requests, feel free to submit them, I adore writing them!

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[itsmealaiah]

Still interested?

tags/ warnings: reader and andy being friends when they were younger, andy leaving reader and leaving her alone when the band gets bigger, them reuniting years later, p in v, head (m receiving), cursing, mentions of loneliness/ depression.

pairing: andy black x fem

also i got inspo from @buckyalpine so go check their stories out their amazing ❤️

MDNI ⚠️

a/n: finding myself more, trying to get better at writing, expanding my horizons ❤️

your POV:

1998

"Andy!" I called out, rushing over to his house, elated to see him after the very-seemingly long day of school I had endured, knocking rapidly on his front door, waiting for him to answer. A smile was permanently etched onto the features of my small face, impatiently getting bored as I heard footsteps reach the screen-door, signaling he was here. I nearly squealed in pure excitement. "Hi!" I giggled when he stepped out, engulfing him in a tight hug. He coughed, and I backed off. "Sorry, just so happy to see you" I was very hyper, practically bouncing up and down with joy.

"wanna go play on the playground?" I asked, tilting my head to the side. He nodded, and we ran off, laughing at stupid things he said. When we got to the park, I called "dibs!" on the swingset, and he groaned, dashing after me. "come on y/n! that's not fair!" He whined, moving to the side so he wouldn't get hit by my swinging. I stuck my tongue out teasingly, and he grabbed the chains of the swing. "Off" he demanded.

"No" I replied, still mildly swinging back and forth. He halted it to a complete stop, hands grasping the rough metal. "hey!" I complained, trying to start a rhythm once again, but he shut it down. "my turn" he pushed me off, and started to swing, leaving me on the woodchips covering the ground. I grumbled, stomping my feet as I trudged away slowly, anger coursing through my veins.

I went up and down the slides a few times, getting bored by the fifth time. I glanced over at andy, who was still laughing, enjoying the sweet swingset he had forced me off of. "rude" I whispered under my breath, going onto the monkey bars, and slipping when I tried to leap for the other. I winced as my hands now felt sore, trying to soothe the skin as my chest heaved up and down, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. "y/n!" I heard someone yell, and saw andy sprinting towards me, his face deeply worried for me, as I sat helplessly on the spiky chips of the small wood. "are you okay?" he breathed as he reached me, checking me for any injuries or bruises, to which he found one, not too big.

I felt a hot tear make its way down my cheek, and he picked his head up, glancing at the watery mark, wiping it quickly. "hey hey hey, you're fine, don't cry" he pleaded, bringing my sorrowful frame up with him, still a little wobbly. He pulled my left arm over his right, and began to lead me back to his house. I felt more tears glide down my face, sniffling each time as he sent me more worried glances at each little noise that escaped my pink lips. It took a while to reach his home, me being quite heavy for him to drag me along, while I was currently tearing up.

He opened the door, setting me down on his couch, and went to get an ice pack, his mom calling around the house for him. "andy? that you?" she yelled. "yeah mom! y/n slipped on the playground so I brought her back" he responded, and I felt my cheeks get hot with embarrassment. I shrunk into the couch, feeling incredibly small as his mom made her way towards my small body, seeing my tears and how I felt about the whole situation.

Andy walked into the living room, seeing his mom next to me, whispering small words of reassurance as he handed her the pack of ice, and she placed it on my bruise. "Hey, you're going to be okay, everything's fine" they told me, and I believed them, a smile forming on my wet face.

2007

"hey, you're going to be okay, you know that right?" Andy asked, and I nodded, tears coursing down my face and neck, soaking my shirt as I couldn't stop them. He hugged me, attempting to comfort me in some way, but it didn't work, as I continued sobbing into his arms, my heart breaking at the thought of him leaving for God knows how long to go on tour, produce new records, make new albums and music. I had been quite a supporter of the band since its inception nearly a year ago, but I never knew they could go on tour so soon.

I didn't let go, knowing if I did, I would never be able to do anything ever again. Who knew how long they would be on tour? Would he ever return, to be with me? I had almost convinced myself that he would never dare to show his face in this small, desolate town ever again, afraid he wanted to get away, to never come back, that I would have to start a family without him, the man i'd loved since forever.

However, I had to let go, and when I did, my heart shattered, watching him get onto the tour bus, the final waves from him doing little to calm my aching heart, seeming like it was going to burst out. I didn't come out of my room for months on end, interests? lost. Passions? didn't matter. I knew I had fallen into depression, with not being able to cope with whatever the hell I was feeling.

I had to move on, somehow, I couldn't keep thinking about him when he had made his choice to desert his family, his closest friends, and needed to get over myself, no matter what it took.

2012

Andy's POV:

it had been years of no contact from y/n. I had no single clue how she was doing, or how she was holding up. From what I had seen the day I left to go on the road, I knew it was already taking its toll on her, the heavy streams of sobs on my shirt and neck making it abundantly clear she was broken, and was going to be broken until I came home.

I needed her, and she needed me just as much. It broke me, seeing her sad face as we drove off, leaving her on the driveway of my childhood home. I didn't know whether or not she still cared, or if she even thought about me anymore. I know I did, everyday, all day, into the depths of the night, the break of the day when the sun streamed through the curtains of my bunk, it was excruciatingly painful, not seeing my girl, the one I had loved for a lifetime.

I had cried that night too. the first night was the hardest, my body sore from the no sleep I had received that night, my head pounding from the constant ache of my sobbing. I had gotten into drinking not too long ago, and everytime something would come up about her, a memory, or a mention, I drank it away, repeating that cycle everytime it happened. I didn't care much anymore. I sang, I did what the managers of the record labels asked, be present and sober-looking enough on stage so no one could really tell what I was putting me and my body through.

Going out to a bar tonight was what I had convinced myself would be best, get her out of my mind once and for all, make her evaporate, leave no memory of her behind, but when I entered, I saw her. My beautiful girl, and my heart nearly stopped. I gasped, my head spinning when my eyes laid on her dancing frame. She didn't seem sober.. at all? That was out of character for her, I couldn't believe what I was seeing at all. She never drank, even when she was peer-pressured, sometimes by me.

Her curves were shown perfectly by the dress, swinging around just as she did on that swingset all those years ago. it barely covered shit, the back as non-existent as our contact these past months. My eyes were heavy with tears, tears I didn't know what from. I melted at the sight, she looked so happy, dancing like her life depended on it.

I began to make my way over to her, giddy with the feeling of seeing her again. I reached for her arm, gently sliding my fingers against it, hoping she'd notice. She didn't, so I tapped her shoulder a little bit harder, and she turned around. Her face went from happy and carefree to angry in a millisecond. She slapped me on the arm, pushing me back as I gasped. "Y/n?" I rasped out, trying to calm her down. "Don't you even think about it" she growled, a hand now placed on her hip as she fumed.

"It's me" I tried to hold my tears back, my heart breaking once again. "I know it's you dipshit, i'm not that drunk" she sighed. "Why are you here?" she questioned, and I noticed she was barely able to stand up straight, leaning on her leg for support. "Y/n, how many drinks did you down tonight?" I said warily, grabbing her arm so she was able to stand up better. "Not too many, like..fourteen?" she asked, tilting her head up so she could think. "Fourteen?!" I yelled, and she nodded. "Yeah fourteen sounds about right" she shrugged, and now I was angry, angry at myself, angry at her for letting herself get like this.

I pulled her out of the booming place, dragging her to my car. We had been able to book a hotel for the night, an amazing comparison to the hard bunks on the bus. "Hey! Where are you taking me?" she slurred, trying to release herself from my grip, but to avail, she failed and sighed. I placed her in the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt and began to drive. she looked like she was going to pass out, her eyes fluttering open and closed within each second. "no, no, y/n, stay the fuck awake, okay? just a few more minutes" i breathed, beginning to speed up and push the accelerator.

When I finally got back to the place, I dragged her in under my arm, just like when we were kids. I lugged her up the elevator, her drunken body heavy as hell, ready to fall down at any given moment. I pressed the button for my room, and waited. y/n was making small whimpers, whines, and groans as she swayed back and forth, and I was getting more anxious. The doors flew open and I immediately took her out with me, stringing her along to my suite. I slid the card, and opened the door, placing her on the bed, grabbing pain relievers and water.

I forced her to take them, and seeing she was beginning to sober up, which made me sigh in relief. "Hey princess, you doing okay?" i sat down next to her, rubbing her back as i pulled her into my embrace, wrapping my arms around her. I heard her sigh, and I tried to get a better angle of her, to try and see her. she looked like she was crying, and my heart shattered once again that night. "I missed you so much" she sobbed, burying herself into my chest.

"I felt like I couldn't live without you andy, it was hell for me" she whined, and i ran my fingers through her knotted hair, and she leaned into my touch, sighing while the tears ran down her face, ruining her makeup. "I missed you too princess" i caressed her face, rolling her over so she could see me. "really?" she sniffled, wiping her eyes. "yup, all day, sometimes i couldn't even get out of bed because all i thought about was you"

"and now you're here, with me, and i couldn't be any fucking happier, i'm never letting you and me slip apart ever again" I assured her, kissing her lips gently as she gasped into my mouth. I backed away, my head mere inches from her soft lips as I awaited for a response a nod some-

"do that again, please" she begged, she fucking begged, and I smiled, kissing her lips softly, tracing the edges with the tip of my tongue, hands on either side of her beautiful face. It seemed like a miracle to have her back in my arms, holding her, kissing her. She moaned into the kiss, cinching her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I ran my hands up and down her body, rubbing the sides, anything I could get my greedy hands on. She whined, lifting her hips up subconsciously, and I chuckled darkly. "need me that bad, huh?" I teased, and she nodded frantically. "gonna let me undress you?" i questioned, hands sliding to her dress, grazing over the thin, barely existent straps holding it up.

She let out a small 'mhm' and i seized it, baring her body to me as I sucked in a breath, seeing how her nipples poked through the fabric of her bra, desperately seeking friction as I pulled the lace down, and I latched my tongue onto one, sucking the bud fiercely and harshly as she writhed beneath me, kneading the other roughly, as she moaned and whimpered, beginning to yell my name. "patience baby, you're doing s'good, don't wanna have to stop" she only let out a small noise in response, seemingly begging for more.

I stopped my actions, and she grumbled. "be a good girl and don't test me, got it?" I smacked her side and flipped us over so I was lying down on the pillows, still fully clothed. "take em off baby, ev'rything" I demanded, and she obliged, unzipping my low rise jeans, and relieving me of my boxers, the tent painful as fuck before she took them off, throwing them across the room.

"what should I do now?" she asked, her eyes weary and innocent. Had she not fucked anyone all those years I was gone? "suck" I commanded, placing her head onto my dick, her lips wrapping around it as she quickly deepthroated me, swallowing me whole as moan after moan escaped my throat. "ngh, doin' so well baby, keep going" i urged her on, my hips bucking up in her face as she bobbed her head up and down, her tongue sometimes slipping against the underside of my cock, to which I cried out each time, her tongue now abusing the swollen tip that leaked pre-cum, all while looking up at me, trying to get the knowledge she was doing it right, she was making me feel good.

"oh god baby" i groaned as my orgasm approached quickly, the tightening sensation becoming more unbearable by the second, each lick, each suck of her dirty little mouth driving me insane, fueling me enough to release my cum down her throat, some spraying on her face as she looked to me again for instruction. "swallow" i stuttered, trying to hold myself steady, my thighs shaking and my head a little woozy.

She fell limp against the bed, and I took the chance to get on top of her again, flipping us over once more, and didn't even give her time to get used to me, I just thrust in, and she whimpered, her face etching in pain. "ow" she complained, and I realized from earlier she wasn't quite used to sex, particularly any type of sexual act. I sighed, pulling out so she could get used to the feeling, that it wouldn't hurt so much the second or even third time, hopefully all with me.

I slowly slid in, holding her hand the entire time, making sure she was okay, that she was holding up well, and when she gave me the okay to began, I still held her hand, my other pushing her legs up to her chest so I could thrust harder, deeper, to make her feel what I felt only seconds earlier.

"I'm going to fucking ruin you" I growl, and she shivers, scared. "You gonna let me ruin this good little pussy? gonna let me cum in it?" I tease once again, and she nods, a shriek escaping her lips. "yes! oh god yes!" she screams. "andy! so good-mmph!" I nearly collapse at the sound of my name leaving her pretty, parted lips as she wails from the pleasure, making me thrust harder and harder, and I dig my rough fingers into the sides of her hips, not caring if they'll leave marks.

she gropes my hair, trying to hold onto any and everything she can so she doesn't fall flat against the bed, and I let out a small groan, hips snapping up against hers in a fiery manner. She lets out multiple sounds of praise, begging for more, for me, but I feel another orgasm coming, and the tightening sensation also coming back as I repeatedly hit her cervix, bruising it, and I know she's close too. I moan loudly as I release myself in her warmth, her cum spreading across my lower abdomen as she releases, falling limp on the bedsheets, eyes shutting and opening back up within spurts.

"did s'good baby for your first time, promise there'll be more" I reassured, kissing her forehead, tucking her into the covers with me as we both fell asleep, wrapped tightly in each other's embraces.

[scoutsbabygirl]

heyyy what if you wrote about scout feeling a lil sad and then reader comforting him. i want to give that man a kiss on his head

hi! i would also like to give that man a kiss on the head 🙏 est relationship!

comforting scout <3

the base was a lot more quieter without jeremy's constant talking and running about. he was isolating himself in his room a lot more and spending less time with the team. his hours spent in the gym were cut short to avoid any conversation that could start. he was willing to skip meals just to be alone. his door was constantly locked and he would never respond to your constant knocking and shaking of the doorhandle during all hours of the day. either he hated everyone in the base or was filling his ears with music.

"hormones, maybe." mr. ludwig held up a blue bottle of something, he swung it around in his hands as the pills inside swirled around inside. "he's a young man so his testosterone is fluctuating. it happens to men." he suggested placing the bottle in front of you. shrugging, you grabbed it and read it over, you couldn't understand the long medical terms. you took medics word for everything. of course, he knew more about this than what you ever would. it made sense too, hormones always get in the way of life.

you sighed and asked how you should approach jeremy on the situation. obviously you wanted to avoid any conflict not knowing how he might react emotionally.

after your lengthy chat with medic you decided to visit jeremy. per usually, he didn't answer when you first knocked thus making you knock over and over again then fidgeting with the doorhandle until he opened it. the door swung open and there revealed a jeremy with greasy hair, sunken grey eyebags and watery eyes. he looked down at you, sighed, and stepped behind the door, you took that as an invitation to step inside. he closed the door behind you immediately collapsing into your much smaller frame. his lanky arms wrapping around you as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck. you wrapped your arms around him with hesitance as his body smell was horrid.

he craved your warm embrace yet it was all his fault that he was shutting you out and away from himself. he began to softly weep into your neck as you felt the collar of your shirt slowly begin to get wet due to his tears dripping onto you. he quiet tears turned into loud sobs and gasps for air. you didn't know what to do besides rub your hand over the shirt on his back and use a soft voice to comfort your boyfriend.

jeremy removed his face from your neck and looked down at you for only a few moments. "i'm sorry" he sighed "i-i just don't know what's wrong with me." he stuttered. his once bright blue eyes were now clouded with a film of grey and the white part now a faint shade of red from the salty tears.

"never apologize for being emotional" your reached up to caress the side of his cheek, earning a meek smile from him accompanied by a sniffle. "medic gave me these, something about puberty, i don't even know." you giggled. his face was beginning to light up after hearing you laugh. he moved back to sit on the edge of his bed, as you followed. you opened the top of the bottle and poured some of the dark-blue pills out. "half of this shit is in german and the other half is medical shit."

"hey, if doc said i should swallow these then i'll do it." he looked over at you sitting next to him. "mind grabbing me some water, doll?" without hesitation to got up to grab one of the myriad of half drunken plastic water bottles laying around his room. your left hand trailed from his temple to his shoulder all the way down his arm to his hand. you leaned down gently to give him a kiss right on his forehead while holding the sides of his head with both your palms open.

[books-and-catears]

Goodbye Dearest MC

Brothers reacting to MC dying while protecting them (Part 3: Leviathan)

<- Mammon // Satan ->

Leviathan

...MC...I'm a failure after all. I know you keep telling me otherwise but I'm an utter failure. Why couldn't I even keep you from getting hurt..

Levi fell as you pushed him out of the way. And he watched you, frozen in his place, as you took the brunt of the weapons. The weapons meant for him.

"MC!!!", he screamed his lungs out, fumbling to run towards you, press his hand over your wounds, stop the bleeding. He ripped the sleeves off his coat to make a tourniquet for you.

"Levi!" You smiled, even with streaks of blood pouring out the side of your mouth. The same smile you always have whenever you came knocking at his door.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!!! Demons can heal faster than humans!" He bit back tears as he hoisted you up, looking around frantically for a safer place, for someone who could help stitch you up.

"So what? I didn't want to see you get hurt..." You pouted. "And besides you're my favourite, you know? And we always go all out with our fav-" You stopped to cough, "favorite..."

Levi had a sinking feeling in his heart but he had to ignore it. He's been in wars before, he's seen wounds like yours, it didn't end well. But he wouldn't dare let himself indulge in that thought.

"Keep your eyes open. Stay awake." He looked down. "Keep looking at me. Please keep looking at me." The admiral in him wouldn't give up without a fight.

"Why are your eyes flickering...why are you blinking like that... stop looking so faraway...stop it MC...don't you dare leave me here! DAMNIT, WHERE IS EVERYONE?!" He muttered to himself, turning away

"I'm not leaving you, silly." You tried force a giggle, his white cloth drenched red. "We have that TSL convention to go to next week, don't we? We worked so hard for the entry passes..."

Levi held you tighter against his body. "Yes, yes exactly! Exactly, MC! We have places to go to, so you have to stay awake okay?"

"Mhhm." You knew you weren't going to make it. You were trying to make it easier for him. From the look of his watery eyes, maybe he already knew that. Maybe this was just another roleplay. The last one.

"Levi." You tugged at his collar, "Have I ever told you have really beautiful eyes? They get even prettier in your room, when we turn off all the lights except the computer...I really love them..."

Even in this state of chaos and helplessness, Levi blushed. That's the sort of power only you could have. "Your eyes are prettier. Just keep them open like this okay?"

There was silence for a while. Only his pounding heart and your ragged breathing to fill it.

You tugged at his collar again. "Levi, please sleep on time... And don't bunk classes for games anymore...And use that magic I taught you to hide things from Mammon..."

"MC, why are you talking about that now?! Stop it, you need save your energy! Just stay put and stay awake, we're almost home!" Levi was openly panicking now.

But it seems you didn't listen. You were losing your sanity along with your conciousness. You sounded drunk. "Hey Levi...if I don't wake up in time, go have fun for the both of us...at the convention okay...?"

"STOP THAT! DON'T TALK LIKE THAT!" Levi knew what last words were. And he had heard enough of them to last a lifetime. You're far too young, far too good to have your last words now. No he won't allow it.

But to his horror, you listened. You didn't say another word. Your head tilted away from him, your hand fell limp.

But he didn't stop running. Even as your body grew cold, even as his vision blurred from his tears, even as you didn't respond to him screaming your name. He didn't stop running.

[silver-hwaberry]

SEVENTEEN: in this together

Warnings: fingering, brief handjob, unprotected sex (don’t!), mentions of birth control and sexual health checks,

Word Count: 10k

Summary: Luna and Yunho spend an intimate night together for the first time. The following day, Seonghwa returns home and it is time for him to meet her parents.

The air around us seems to still, as if holding its breath in anticipation. The warmth of Yunho's lips pressed against mine sends a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the heat radiating between us. His strong arms wrap around me as he lifts me off the ground, pressing me gently against the wall. Our breaths mingle in the small space between our mouths, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Are you trying to sweep me off my feet, Mr. Jeong?" I tease, gazing into his piercing brown eyes.

"Only if it's working," he replies with a flirtatious grin, his dimples making an appearance.

"It might be." I grin back as his lips crash onto mine once more. My body responds by wrapping my legs tighter around his waist as our kisses become more urgent and desperate. I can feel his growing erection pressing into me, sending waves of desire coursing through my body. Frustrated by the barrier of our clothes, I pull at the hem of his t-shirt, eager to remove it.

"Someone's a little impatient," he teases, his voice low and playful.

"Four whole days without your hugs and kisses, Yunho! Four fucking days!" I reply with a laugh, my fingers deftly pulls at the material and eagerly anticipating what comes next.

Yunho lets out a deep laugh as he allows me to yank his shirt off, revealing every inch of his chiselled chest and defined abs. My eyes widen in awe as I take in his topless form for the first time, admiring the way his muscles ripple with each movement. He places his hand on my cheek and smiles softly before pulling me down for another deep kiss.

His hand moves down my legs and underneath the fabric of my dress, sending shivers down my spine as he touches my skin. His fingers trace patterns on my skin until it reaches my thigh while our tongues explore each other's mouths. The sensation of his warm hand on my bare skin ignites a fire within me, causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips.

"If you want me to stop at any point, tell me." he says pulling back to look into my eyes

"I will." I promise nodding as he safely puts me back on the ground

We make our way to his bed, our fingers intertwine, the excitement building inside me like a bubbling cauldron as we begin to undress each other. My cardigan and dress, along with his jeans fall to the floor in a trail of garments, leading towards his bed like breadcrumbs.

"Yunho, your socks don't match," I tease, pointing at his feet.

"Luna, your observation skills never cease to amaze me," he says feigning surprise

"Well someone has to keep you on your toes." I reply

Yunho playfully gasps, place a hand over his chest "Are you suggesting that my fashion choices in socks are questionable?"

"Questionable is an understatement. But I commend you for having the courage to wear such mismatched socks," I respond with a grin.

"Not everyone has that kind of bravery," he chuckles and flings one sock across the room.

"I suppose I should feel special to witness such a daring fashion statement," I say.

"Of course!" he grins, taking off the other sock. "Perhaps one day you'll have the privilege of choosing my mismatched socks!"

"What an honour that would be!" I reply, trying not to burst into laughter.

"Be warned, it's a responsibility not to be taken lightly!" he warns.

His comment sends me into an uncontrollable fit of giggles.

"You make me laugh so much!" I manage to say, my eyes watery with laughter

"They do say the best way to get a woman into bed is to make her laugh!" he grins, his large hands holding onto my hips

"I highly doubt you would need that tactic to get the job done," I reply with a playful smirk as he pulls me onto the bed. "Women must fall at your feet!"

"Hmm, you'd be surprised!" he replies

As we settle onto the soft bedding, I suddenly find myself reflecting on how lucky I am to have met Yunho. He has been there for me, supporting me both emotionally and professionally. They all have been but Yunho was the first one. During my first week on the job when I was just a bundle of nerves of finally working in my dream job and trying to get to know them all. He sat beside me as I started to make individual lesson plans for each of them. Though he didn't speak and was scrolling through his phone, his quiet presence gave me comfort and assurance that I was not alone. I could feel him there, close by and ready if I needed any help. I realise that I’ve never told him how much that meant to me.

"Yunho," I whisper, tracing the contours of his face with my fingertips as I stare into his brown eyes. "Thank you."

"For what?" he asks with genuine curiosity in his voice.

"For being there for me. For accepting me, all of me, even when I struggle to accept myself," I confess. "All of you have but you were the first one who reached out to me and gave me support at work when we were still just work colleagues." A sudden small tear escapes from my eye and rolls down my cheek.

"Hey, don't cry, little one" Yunho says softly, wiping away the lone tear before pulling me into a warm hug. "You deserve to be receive love and acceptance just as much as anyone else, Luna. And I'm honoured that you're allowing us to give that to you."

As we lay there, cocooned in each other's embrace, a sense of calmness envelops me like a warm blanket. In this moment, with his heart beating steadily against mine, I am certain that I have found my home. For as long as they'll let me be there for them anyway.

Yunho's arms are like pillars of strength, holding me close yet allowing me to move freely. This is our first time sharing such an intimate space together, and my heart flutters with anticipation and nerves.

Yunho's gaze pierces mine, searching for any hint of hesitation or discomfort. His dark eyes are filled with concern and kindness as he asks, "Are you okay?"

I take a deep breath before admitting, "Yeah, I'm just nervous."

A gentle smile spreads across Yunho's face as he responds, "Me too. But we can take our time, go at our own pace. We have all the time in the world tonight."

The warmth in his words soothes my nerves and I feel my tense muscles begin to relax. The anticipation of what is to come still lingers in the air, but with Yunho by my side, I know we can navigate through it together. We both move forwards to kiss one another.

I can feel him holding back as we kiss. I take one of his hands and move it to my breast. After a few seconds of hesitation he begins to palm it through my bra. His touch is gentle yet purposeful as he reaches around my back, causing me to instinctively arch towards him. With a flick of his fingers, my bra falls away and I let out a soft sigh. As he helps me remove the material, it joins the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

A sudden wave of shyness washes over me as his gaze lingers on my topless form. Even though he has touched me under my shirt that one time on the sofa, he hasn't seen me topless and I feel a bit self conscious. My boobs are a little on the bigger side, not huge but larger than average and it’s something I’ve always felt self conscious about.

"Wow," he whispers in admiration,"You are so beautiful!" his words causing a pleasant tingling sensation throughout my body. "I had a feeling you had some tattoos under those clothes!" he grins gesturing to the one on my ribs. He easily covers both of my breasts with his large hands, smiling as he squeezes and caresses them. In that moment, any shyness I initially felt dissipates.

As I whisper, "You're beautiful too," I can't help but admire the stunning appearance before me. "It's not just your physical beauty because you truly are; there's a kind and gentle heart that radiates from within as well."

A faint blush spreads across his cheeks as he gazes at me with intensity. "I never knew you saw me that way."

"Well, now you know," I say with a smile. "And I can't forget to mention your irresistible lips!" My playful tone gives me a boost of confidence.

"Really?" He grins mischievously as I nod.

With a chuckle, he leans in for a passionate kiss. As we break apart, Yunho trails fiery kisses down my neck, causing soft gasps to escape my lips. His hands glide down my sides, gently teasing over my hips and stomach.

"You respond so well," he whispers against my skin. "I love how you react to my touch."

Yunhos words send shivers down my spine and I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs. I want him desperately. His lips continue to trail downward, leaving a trail of kisses until they reach my panties. He leans in and uses his teeth to pull the fabric down, causing me to lift my hips. I watch as he removes the garment with his teeth before tossing them aside without breaking eye contact with me. My heart is racing at the intensity of his gaze on me.

I move my hands down to his boxers and push the material down. Yunho helps me to remove them, going onto his knees to take them completely off, now fully naked in front of me. My heart races as I take in the sight of him, his body so beautifully sculpted and defined. I can't help but notice how well-endowed he is, causing another wave of anticipation and nerves to wash over me.

"Yunho..." I stutter, my lips quivering with nervousness.

“Are you okay?” he asks tenderly, his gaze never leaving mine.

"I'm just...worried..." I admit, biting my lip nervously as I look down at him. ".. it will hurt!"

He looks down at himself and then back at me, understanding immediately what I am referring to. His eyes soften with understanding and he reaches out to gently cup my cheek.

"Don't worry, Luna. I'll be careful and go slowly." he reassures me, his voice calm and reassuring. "I'll need to do some prep work before we even get to that stage."

I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension building inside me. I know Yunho will take care of me, but the thought of being intimate with him for the first time sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "If anything feels uncomfortable or sore, just let me know, okay?" he adds, his gaze seeking mine for confirmation.

I nod again, feeling grateful for his consideration and care. This is the start of something special between us, and I trust Yunho completely.

"Is anything else on your mind?" he asks, his hand caressing my cheekbone gently. I feel the warmth of his touch and it soothes me.

"I care about you deeply," I say, my voice heavy with emotion. "I don't want this to change anything." My heart races as I wait for his response.

"Nothing will change, I promise," he assures me, leaning closer until our faces are inches apart. "If anything, this will bring us closer together." He kisses me softly. "We'll go at your pace," Yunho whispers, his breath warm on my ear. He takes my hand and squeezes it gently before kissing it. "Tell me what you want."

"I want.. want you to touch me." I say, my face flushing with embarrassment

He takes his time, gently exploring and adoring every inch of my body. As his hand travels down, I feel his fingers trace over the scar on my lower stomach, his eyes focusing on it.

"Appendix scar." I say in answer to his unspoken question

As if he senses my discomfort surrounding it, his hand moves away from it and he smiles at me before pressing his lips against my own. My core aches with anticipation, longing for him to touch me.

His kisses move from my lips to my jawline, to my neck and lower. As he latches onto one of my nipples with his mouth, his hand moves between my legs and I gasp at the electrifying sensation of his fingers grazing over me.

"Wow, you're already so wet," he groans, pulling away to meet my gaze.

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as he kisses me again, skilfully tracing his fingers through my slick folds until they find my clit. I can't help but moan at the intense pleasure coursing through me.

His lips move back down my chest again, leaving a trail of wet kisses. His tongue flicks against one of my nipples. I gasp at the sensation, arching into him, begging for more. He complies, sucking harder as he rolls his tongue around the sensitive nub while continuing to tease my clit with light circles.

"Yunho," I whimper, feeling myself getting closer to the edge. "Please..."

He slides two fingers inside me, parting my folds and delving deep. It feels so good but also intense, like a burst of pleasure unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I already feel close to coming due to his long fingers finding my spot instantly and judging from his precise movements now, he knows it too.

"You're so tight," he whispers, brushing his lips against my neck, "but oh god, you feel so good around my fingers."

The combination of his words and expert touch becomes too much to bear, and I surrender to the ecstasy building within me. A wave of pleasure crashes over me, engulfing me in a sea of pure bliss.

As my body trembles and spasms beneath his touch, Yunho wraps and arm around me, holding me close as I ride out the aftershocks of my release. He peppers soft kisses along my collarbone, whispering sweet reassurances into my ear.

When I finally catch my breath and open my eyes, Yunho's face is filled with a mixture of adoration and awe. "You're amazing," he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

A shy smile spreads across my lips as I reach up to caress his cheek. Yunho's smile back at me as he leans down to capture my lips once more, his tongue sweeping softly into my mouth. After a few moments, he pulls away slowly, his face a few inches away from mine.

His voice is soft, almost a whisper as he asks, "Have you ever used lube during sex?" I shake my head in response, feeling a bit shy. He reassures me, "We'll use some lube, it will help." He rolls off the bed and pads towards a small drawer unit beside his desk, opening it with a smooth motion.

I instinctively close my legs and sit up straight, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Am I not wet enough?" I ask

"You're plenty wet," he replies with a playful chuckle, sauntering back to bed with the tube in hand. "But using lube isn't just for dryness." His words make me flush even more as I realise my mistake.

"Oh," I say sheepishly, feeling embarrassed for assuming otherwise.

"It actually makes things more enjoyable for both of us as well," he explains. "It adds to the fun!" he says with a mischievous grin. "I am going to put my fingers back in but this time try to open you up a bit more so its easier when we are ready to.. you know." I notice his ears redden slightly and it reassures me to see he is feeling the same way as I am.

As he pushes his finger inside me, I shiver at the cold sensation of the lube. His slow movements inside feel pleasurable as he adds a second finger, but I can sense him starting to stretch me open too.

He whispers in my ear, urging me to relax. As he leans down on top of me, his lips press against my neck in a gentle kiss. I follow his instructions and take slow breaths, trying to calm myself. My hand reaches up and threads through his hair, enjoying the sensation of the soft strands between my fingers as he gently adds a third finger. I can feel his hardness pressing against my thigh, and I use my other hand to wrap around his arousal, eliciting a sharp response from him against my neck.

He has spent the last hour taking care of me, making sure I am feeling good and I want him to feel the same way. I begin to move my hand eliciting deep moans and sighs from him. He feels so much bigger in my grasp and a flutter of nervous anticipation rushes through me once more.

"Remember to breathe," he reminds me, his voice low and husky as his own desire builds. "Don't focus on me, just yourself."

"I want you to feel good too though." I pout in a whiny tone

"You will, little one. You will." he reassures me gazing down at me with a gentle smile

"Yunho, I want you now." I plead as my desire for him grows stronger by the second.

He leans over me, his breath tickling my ear as he whispers, "Are you sure you are ready for me, little one?"

My heart races as I nod eagerly, unable to contain my longing any longer.

"Ok, we will take this slow." he replies slowly pulling his fingers out and picking up a condom from beside his knees that he must have got when got the lube.

"Oh, we can't use a regular condom." I say when I see what one he has, recognising the brand straight away. "I have a small allergy to latex." I add which causes him to instantly throw the packet across the room as if it had just gave him an electric shock and holds his hands up, away from me.

"Ah shit, I didn't know!" he says, his face contorting into panic "I should wash my hands before I touch you."

"It's okay, you don't need to," I reassure him, sitting up and reaching for his hands. "You didn't even touch the condom and even if you did, it wouldn't affect me. My allergy is only triggered by direct contact with latex, not through second hand touch like my seafood allergy."

"Well, those are the only condoms I have," he says with a conflicted expression.

With a nervous bite of my lip, I suggest, "I actually got my test results back and I am all clear.... p-plus I am on birth control too so... if you want.. you know.. we could..." My nerves heighten as I struggle to finish my sentence. "...do it.. without." His eyes flicker to mine and he swallows hard. "We don't have to if you don't want to though. I have latex free ones in my room!" I add quickly, he looks like a deer caught in the headlights and I know I've made him uncomfortable. "Sorry, I'll go get the ones from my room."

He places a gentle hand on my shoulder, halting my attempt to get up. "I want to," he says, his gaze piercing into mine with intensity. My heart flutters as I meet his eyes and feel the warmth of his touch. "I've just never done it without a condom before."

A smile spreads across my face and I reach up to pull his face closer to mine, our lips meeting in a soft, tender kiss. Our noses brush against each other's as we part.

"Neither have I, but I want to with you." I whisper breathlessly. "I want my first time without to be with you." The words slip from my lips like a secret, but they hold so much meaning and desire behind them.

Yunho's eyes widen slightly as my words sink in. He takes a moment to process what I've just said, the weight of it hanging between us. But then, a genuine smile spreads across his face, replacing any trace of hesitation.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks softly, searching my eyes for any sign of uncertainty.

I nod "Yes, I am 100% sure. I trust you, Yunho."

A mix of emotions flickers across his features - surprise, gratitude, and something else I can't quite decipher. He reaches out to cup my cheek gently, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"I'm honoured you want to experience this with me," he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and desire. "and that you trust me this much."

As our lips meet once again, the air around us crackles with anticipation. The intensity of our kisses deepens, fuelled by the understanding that we're about to share an intimate moment without any barriers.

"Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable," he murmurs against my lips, his breath mingling with mine. "We'll go at your pace."

I nod again, feeling safe in his embrace. The trust we've built over time allows me to let go of any lingering doubts or fears. Not just the trust we've built since we first met but from the second I walked into the apartment tonight to see him here. Our relationship shifted instantly in that second when I ran into his arms, realising the full extent of how much I had missed him.

Slowly, he eases me back onto the bed, our bodies pressed close together. His fingers linger on my skin as he trails soft kisses down my neck, his movements deliberate and unhurried. His hand moves between our bodies as my legs instinctively open further for him and hook around his waist, pulling him closer. He runs his tip over my slick folds, teasing my entrance.

His eyes hold mine, a silent question lingering in their depths. I answer by pressing my hips up against his, a clear invitation. He takes a deep breath, his gaze never leaving mine as he slowly starts to push inside. His touch is careful, considerate - a testament to the trust between us.

As he continues to push I feel a sharp sensation deep within. "Ah." I hiss.

"Sorry." he says stilling his hips

"It is ok, baby. It didn't hurt, just a bit of discomfort." I reply reaching for his face.

"Slow breaths." he whispers before kissing me "Just focus on my breathing, copy mine and I'll go a bit slower."

I close my eyes, focusing on the rhythm of our shared breaths. He eases in further, a gentle intrusion that sends a shiver up my spine. I bite my lower lip to stifle a moan, my hands moving to his arms for support. He pauses again, allowing me time to adjust to the new sensation. His thumb traces circles on my hip, a soothing gesture that helps me relax further.

"Better?" his voice is soft

"Much." I reply, feeling his head drop into my neck once more "Keep going."

Yunho continues this pace, taking it slow and steady until I feel his pelvic bone against mine. His voice trembles slightly as he asks, "How does it feel?" I sense his body tense above mine, his forearms shaking against the mattress on either side of my head. I continue take slow, deep breaths as he had instructed me to do.

"Erm..full.." I mumble concentrating on my breathing and relaxing completely

"In a bad way?" he inquires

"No," I shake my head fervently. "In a really, really amazing way!" I open my eyes and meet his gaze. "I just need a couple minutes to adjust, and then you can start moving."

He smiles at me and says, "Take as much time as you need, little one." But I can see the tension in his eyes, despite his attempt to hide it. "We have all night and we can stop whenever you want."

"Are you okay?" I ask reaching up to touch his face. This is new for him too.

"I am fine." he smiles back but it is tight and I can see how much he is holding back.

I gently pull his face down to mine. I'm not sure if this will only frustrate him more, being inside of me and unable to move, but when his body relaxes into mine and he responds to my kiss, I feel a sense of relief wash over me.

His lips gently meet mine as we engage in a slow and loving kiss, our tongues playfully intertwining. As I become more comfortable, I cautiously shift my hips to gauge his response. With just the slightest movement, his tip rubs my g-spot, causing me to let out a muted whine that gets lost between our mouths

He pulls away to whisper in my ear, "Are you ready for me to continue?" I nod eagerly, my body buzzing with excitement.

He slowly draws back his hips, almost completely out of me, but keeps the tip just inside before thrusting back in fully. A high-pitched whine escapes my mouth as I feel both full and a sharp sting, causing him to immediately stop. He looks down at me with worry etched on his face. "Are you alright, Luna?"

I shake my head. "I'm okay, it just caught me off guard."

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks

"No! Just move a little slower." I give him a reassuring smile and take his hand in mine as he starts moving again, this time at a gentler pace. "That's better... oh god, much better!" I moan as he hits my sweet spot perfectly.

His face drops onto the pillow under my head, my own face tucking into his neck for closeness. The feeling is unlike anything I've ever experienced before--his thickness and length stretching me just right--and I let out a loud moan into his neck as I clench around him after a particularly pleasurable thrust hits me hard.

"That's it, little one!" Encouraged by my response, he whispers into my ear as he begins to move faster, my hips meeting his in a rhythmic motion that has me arching up towards him. His free hand grips my hip tightly, pulling me closer as he buries himself deeper inside of me with each thrust. The bed creaks loudly underneath us as we begin to get into a steady rhythm; it's an intimate dance that feels so right between us.

I let out a whimper as I move my face away from his neck.

"Luna?" he asks, pulling back to look at me with concern. His pace slows down as he checks on me.

"Can you... go faster?" I gasp.

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking hesitant.

"Please! I need you," I plead, digging my fingernails into his back.

His eyes darken with desire as he nods in response to my plea. "Hold on tight, little one," he whispers, his voice husky with anticipation. "I'm going to give you everything you need."

With a surge of strength, he takes control, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. Each collision of our bodies sends waves of pleasure through me, building the tension coiled tightly within. I cling to him, my nails digging deeper into his back as I surrender myself completely to the ecstasy pulsating between us.

Feeling the intensity of our connection, he leans down to capture my lips once more. His kisses are urgent now, fuelled by our shared craving for completion. I break away from the kiss, gasping for breath but unable to form coherent words. He looks into my eyes, a desperate need mirrored in his gaze. "Tell me you're close," he pleads, his voice rough with need.

"Yes," I manage to gasp out, the word barely forming on my lips. "So close."

His movements become more erratic, his pace relentless as he chases our ultimate pleasure. The sounds of our bodies colliding mix with the symphony of our gasps and moans, filling the room with a symphony of raw desire.

As we approach the edge together, I feel a surge of electricity shooting through every fiber of my being. I arch my back, my body reaching its peak as a powerful climax crashes over me like a tidal wave. My moans are suddenly muted at the intense pleasure I am feeling as I claw at his arms to find purchase. Suddenly he pulls his hips back but my walls continue to clench around nothing. It isn't until I feel the hot wet release on my stomach and one final guttural moan from him that I realise he has come too.

"Oh fuck...that w-was..." he mumbles looking down at me, sweat dripping off his hair. "...fuck!" he collapses beside me. My legs flop to the bedding underneath me as we both try to catch our breaths and look up at the ceiling. The room is now darker than when we first entered it, the light from street below coming through the window.

As he turns his head to look at me, I do the same and lock my gaze with his. His eyes are a warm caramel brown, sparkling with a dazzling light. The faint glimmer of a thousand tiny stars reflecting in the depths of his gaze."How are you feeling, little one?" he asks, his voice soft and gentle.

"Like a bowl of jelly!" I reply, giggling at my own silliness. A smile plays on his lips as he raises an eyebrow in question.

"A what?" he laughs, his deep chuckle filling the room.

"All wobbly," I clarify, placing a small kiss on his shoulder. The warmth of his sweaty skin against my lips sends another shiver down my spine.

"Is feeling wobbly a compliment?" he replies playfully, turning onto his side to face me. His hand reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Our bodies tangled together, creating a cosy cocoon of warmth and comfort.

"Of course it is," I tease back, tracing patterns on his chest with my own fingers. "It means I'm so relaxed and happy that I feel like I could melt into a puddle."

He smiles softly, gazing at me with adoration in his eyes. "Well then, I hope you feel like a bowl of jelly every day."

"hmm..." I hum happily, "I've never had an orgasm that strong before." I add softly, grabbing his hand and kissing it. His sparkling eyes gaze into mine. "Yun, having an orgasm during sex is a new thing for me. I've never been able to with previous partners... until you all that is." I can feel myself getting a little shy at this admission, wondering if I am oversharing again. Yunho's gaze never wavers as he listens to me. He reaches out and delicately cups my cheek, his touch reassuring and gentle.

"I am glad that we can do that for you!" A soft laugh escapes him before his eyes soften looking at me. "I meant what I said earlier, I am here for you always and there is no pressure to tell me anything you don't want. I am here for more than just physical gratification, so lean on me whenever you need a moment of calm or silence and I'll give you that."

"Thank you," I respond softly, my voice laced with gratitude. "I appreciate you all more than any words could express."

Yunho's smile warms my heart as his thumb gently brushes against my cheekbone, offering comfort. "We're in this together," he reassures me before pressing his lips to mine. "As much as I'd love to stay right here with you, I should probably clean up the mess I made." We both laugh, momentarily forgetting about the sticky situation on my stomach. "I'll be back in a few minutes with some towels and we can spend the rest of the night snuggled under these covers."

My eyes follow Yunho as he strides across the room and exits through the door. The sound of his quick footsteps echoes down the hall and fades into the distance. I wipe the sweat from my forehead, my hair damp and unruly from our intense workout. In a rush, I gather up my hair and twist them tightly, using a pen from Yunho's bedside table to secure it in place. The room smells of musky cologne and lingering heat, a reminder of our passionate session just moments ago.

Yunho returns moments later carrying a stack of fluffy white towels and a warm, wet washcloth. My hand reaches out to take it from him, but he gently pushes me back onto the bed.

"Let me take care of this," he says with a chuckle, shaking his head as he kneels between my legs. "I got carried away and didn't know what to do."

"What do you mean?" I ask, curious.

"When I came. I realised in the moment that I never asked beforehand what to do in this situation. I panicked and pulled out," he explains, his gentle fingers moving over my stomach and between my legs with the washcloth. "I barely pulled out in time." I notice his ears begin to go red, which always happens when he feels embarrassed or awkward.

"I didn't even think about that," I giggle, feeling relaxed by his touch. "But don't worry about the mess, I didn't mind it. I'm also on birth control so there's no need to stress in the future about what to do."

Yunho's eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of relief and worry. "I'm glad you're using birth control," he says softly, his voice full of reassurance. "But if you have any concerns or want to try other options, we don't have to rely solely on that. I know some forms of contraception can have negative effects on your body and hormones, and I don't want you putting yourself through that for our sake."

"I've been taking it for a while now and haven't had any bad reactions. Well, nothing major anyway. The best part is not having a period some months, which is heaven!" I let out a light laugh. "But thank you for thinking about it; most guys don't." I smile at him. "I hope you don't mind, I used the pen from your cabinet to pin my hair up. I didn't have a hair tie and it was bothering me." I add as he finishes cleaning me up.

"Of course I don't mind but I don't want the pen to ruin your hair. Tell me where you keep your hair ties, I'll go down and get some. That way you can leave a couple here so you always have them on hand." he smiles

"I have a clear box in my bathroom next to the sink that has loads of them." I answer

"Get yourself under the covers and I'll be back in a few minutes." he kisses me before putting his boxers on and running back out the room.

I slide under his warm covers and lie back on the bed, plumping the pillow under my head a bit more and find myself smiling like a lunatic as my thoughts wander to how I got to this very moment. A couple of hours ago I walked into the apartment, thinking I was completely alone only to see Yunho was there, had wanted to surprise me and we ended up caught in an unexpected adventure.

The realisation then hits me like a ton of bricks that I was with Mingi this morning. Which means I've slept with two different men in the span of 12 hours. My stomach churns and I bite my lower lip nervously. While I know that what I did wasn't inherently wrong since I am in a relationship with both of them, it's still something I've never done before. Not even in the same week, let alone on the same day.

"Are you doing alright, little one?" I hear Yunho's voice as he returns with a handful of colourful scrunchies.

I start to say that I'm fine, but then I remember what Seonghwa told me the other night about being able to talk to them about the others. However, I am uncertain if everyone is as receptive to this idea as Seonghwa is.

"Actually, not really," I admit sitting upright as Yunho sits down next to me.

His big brown eyes meet mine and he asks, "What's wrong?"

After a moment of hesitation, I reply, "I just remembered this morning.. I was with one of the others, and now here we are tonight." I pause, debating whether or not to mention Mingi by name.

He looks at me with a softened gaze and asks, "Do you feel like you've done something wrong?"

"A little bit. "I nod in response.

He pulls me into his embrace and says, "Oh Luna..."

He embraces me as I speak, "I understand that we are all in a relationship together, so it's not a problem. But I don't want any of you to see me differently." My voice trails off towards the end, "Or label me as promiscuous."

He pulls his head back to look at me while still holding me in his arms. "We would never think of you that way," he reassures me. "Our relationship may not fit societal norms, and there are those who would judge or make assumptions if they knew, but we would never do that."

"My rational side understands that you wouldn't do this, but my insecurities are telling me otherwise. They constantly whisper that one day all of you, or at least one person, will change your minds and tell me to leave. I despise this aspect of my mind."

"Don't feel insecure in our relationship. We would never tell you leave! We all deeply care for you, more than you may even realise. Every single one of us! It's not just about physical attraction or sex - it's about the connection we have with you. Without that spark that we all felt when we met you, we never would have pursued this kind of polyamorous dynamic. I understand that to others, it would seem taboo, but we all know the truth and that's what truly matters." He reassures me. "And anyway, it is no ones business what we all do!"

Yunho always knows the right words to say. And he is right, I felt an instant spark too the second I walked into the room to see who it was I was now working with.

"So don't worry about being with us on the same day, we don't mind it and certainly wouldn't judge you. If we did, we'd be judging ourselves too!" he continues.

"Ah, I know you are right. I'll try to silence that voice in my head that tries to tell me the opposite." I sigh lightly

"You don't have to silence it completely. You can always talk to one of us, anyone of us! We will put any worries or concerns to rest." he reassures me. "As long as you're happy and it's what you truly want. Don't ever feel obligated to do anything with any of us."

I respond, "I never have felt that way. The things I've done so far have all been by choice, without any pressure or expectations."

"That is all we want for you." he says placing a kiss on my forehead. "Did you feel like a bowl of jelly this morning?" he adds a hint of playfulness in his tone after a couple of minutes comfortable silence

"Yeah." I let out a small giggle as I know he won't let me forget my post coitus brain fart anytime soon

"Then that is a good thing. Now lets get that pen out your hair and go to sleep." he says

Gently, Yunho removes the pen that was holding my hair up. I grab a scrunchie from the ones he brought up and tie my hair into a bun. As I do this, I see him take off his boxers and climb under the covers.

"Are you expecting another round tonight?" I laugh as he cuddles into me.

"Not at all." he laughs, "I prefer to sleep without clothes on, but unfortunately certain individuals tend to interrupt my mornings. Those people are thankfully away so I know I am safe! I can get a shirt for you to wear if you don't want to sleep naked."

"No, I'm comfortable like this," I smile back at him.

Yunho leans in and gently presses his lips against mine. The kiss is sweet and unhurried, conveying all the intimacy and affection that words fail to express.

Eventually, we break apart, our foreheads resting against each other as we catch our breaths. We exchange knowing glances, silently understanding that this night will forever hold a special place in our hearts.

With a lingering touch, Yunho pulls up the covers and tucks them tightly around us. I turn around and press my back into his chest, feeling his arms around my body.

"If you wake up in the middle of the night with a boner poking your butt, I apologise!" he chuckles quietly causing me to giggle too.

"Yun!!" I laugh reaching behind to lightly hit his butt.

"Good night little one." he whispers into my ear

"Good night, baby." I reply before letting out a long and loud yawn

As sleep starts to claim us both, I snuggle closer to him, cherishing this peaceful moment before dreams take over.

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My eyes snap open as the blaring sound of my alarm pierces through the quiet room, and I feel a warm weight shift on top of my legs. I groggily reach out towards the noise, clumsily hitting the snooze button on the flashing screen. As I run a hand through my tangled hair that had fallen out of the bun during the night, I take in the unfamiliar surroundings of Yunho's bedroom. Quickly, last night's events come back to me and a satisfied smile spreads across my face. Glancing at Yunho sleeping next to me, his bare chest rising and falling peacefully, I snuggle deeper into the warmth of the soft covers and melt back into his embrace. He lets out a deep groan, his arms automatically pulling me into him.

When my second alarm goes off I quickly turn it off and gently remove myself from his arms without waking him. My naked body shivers at how cold his room is compared to the warmth of his body and the covers. I search around his bedroom floor for my clothes but I can't find my panties. I look everywhere but I have no idea where they went.

The last I saw of them Yunho had removed them with his teeth and thrown them over his shoulder. I decide to give up looking for them as I really need to get a shower. I swiftly put my dress and cardigan on and shove my bra into the pocket. There was no need to put it on as I was just going downstairs to my own bedroom and getting straight into the shower.

I glance over at Yunho, still peacefully asleep, and a pang of guilt hits me. I know I have to wake him up, even though I don't want to. I don't want him to wake up and find me gone without saying anything, making him think he did something wrong.

"Yunho?" I whisper, my hand gently shakes his shoulder

"hmm." he mumbles, his eyes opening slightly "Luna?" his voice is the deepest I have ever heard it

"I didn't want to leave you without telling you." I say softly sitting on the side of his bed. "I need to get a shower before I leave for work."

"Why are you working today? We are still on a break!" he says sitting up, his eyes opening wider and I can see he is trying to wake up more.

"YOU are still on a break, but I go back today!" I giggle, fixing his dishevelled hair.

"But why are you working when we aren't?" he asks, his perfect lips begin to pout

I gently kiss his pouting lips and say, "I don't just work with Ateez, you know. I have a meeting today to discuss the upcoming trip to America and I'm also meeting with the new band."

"I thought they were getting their own tutor though?" he asks

"They will at some point, probably after their debut. However for now when I am here in Korea and not on tour with you guys, I will be working with them as well as you all." I answer

"But won't that be more work for you?" he asks, concern evident in his tone.

"Not at all. It may seem like it, but it's actually less hours than when I worked at the hotel." I assure him as I smile at him

"I'm sorry, if i knew you were working today then I wouldn't have kept you up most of the night." he says

"It isn't my first time working after a long night of sex!" I grin mischievously as I plant a kiss on his lips "And I doubt it will be my last." I add with a playful wink.

"I don't doubt it either." he chuckles kissing me back "How are you feeling this morning? Any discomfort?" he whispers against my lips

"I am a little bit tender but I am fine! Don't worry about me." I say

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to feel that way. I had planned to actually wait on you hand and foot the day after we were together, in case you were hurting." he says and I can see he looks a little disappointed. "I didn't want you to do anything that would make it worse."

"Next time I promise I will let you spoil me the entire day. I'll stay in bed, won't even lift a muscle or do anything." I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

"Oh I like the thought of having you in my bed all day." he grins

"I am sure you do!!" I laugh "I will be fine today though, so don't fret." I smile at him. "Before I forget, you will need to find my panties later on," I add, a mischievous twinkle in my eye. "They mysteriously disappeared last night when you tossed them away and I couldn't find them."

"Are you serious?" He chuckles as I stand up from the bed. "So, does that mean you're not wearing any underwear right now?" His eyebrows raise suggestively.

A naughty idea pops into my head as I walk towards his bedroom door. I turn around, pull on the hem of my dress and flash him a teasing glimpse of my bare lower half before he collapses onto the bed with an exaggerated groan. "You're going to be the death of me, Luna!" he grumbles, but there's a hint of amusement in his voice as I giggle playfully.

"I will see you later." I say before leaving his room

I hear him groan again as I descend the stairs. Once I've showered, dried off and gotten dressed, I get my usual 2 pills from the bottom of my make up bag and head to the kitchen. Yeosang is already there, pouring himself a cup of coffee. I quickly slip the medication into the pocket of my jeans so he doesn't see them.

"Good morning, angel." he greets me with a smile and pulls me into his embrace for a kiss. "Do you want some coffee?"

Yeosang knows by now that my usual morning drink of choice is tea and only coffee when I am exhausted so it is unusual for him to ask me if I want one. I wonder if he knew what happened last night with Yunho. Maybe he and Mingi came home earlier than they planned and heard us?

"Yes, please!" I answer.

I can see a sly grin appear on his face as I let go of him. That grin is a little suspicious.

"How was your dinner and movie last night?" I ask getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

Yeosang retrieves my thermal mug from the cupboard, while his back is turned I quickly unscrew the lid and pop the two pills into my mouth. Taking a gulp of water, I try to hide my discomfort at taking them without anyone knowing. I hate doing this.

Last night, I almost blurted it out to Yunho, but I was so grateful when he stopped me and reassured me that I could tell him when I was ready. Despite feeling guilty for causing him to worry about me, I knew I wasn't prepared to reveal my bipolar just yet.

"It was good. The place Mingi picked for dinner was really nice! We should all go there one night." he replies as he pours the coffee into the mug and screws the lid onto it. "I asked them what their policy on seafood allergies was and there is a menu dedicated to food allergies!"

"Sounds good!" I smile replacing the cap of the water bottle and sitting it beside my work bag on the kitchen island so I don't forget to take it with me

"How was your afternoon with your family?" he asks

"Amazing!" I smile, "The twins are so big now, my mom still telling everyone within earshot I am allergic to things and my dad just being my dad."

"I am glad you had an amazing time." he smiles placing my thermal mug beside my bag.

"Sorry about my cousins yesterday, also my aunt and uncle." I say to him as he sits down on a bar stool "They can be quite full on sometimes especially my cousins!"

"Honestly, it's alright. I was a little unsure of how to interact with them, but I didn't mean to leave so suddenly. I was afraid they would figure something out," he responds while I pack a banana and a small container of strawberries in my bag for later. "I'm sorry for running off like that, angel."

"No need to apologise, I completely understand. I'm just relieved that you were okay," I tell him as I lean over and give him a kiss. His lips are perfectly situated for me to reach while sitting on the bar stool; in fact, I've noticed all of them seem to be at the perfect kissing height when on the bar stools!

"There were some bags with snacks inside them on the lounge floor last night. I put everything into your sections of the pantry, hope that is ok." he says pulling me to sit on his knee

"oh shit!! Sorry, I completely forgot about those," I say apologetically as I gently tap my head in annoyance at my forgetfulness

"It's alright, I figured they got forgotten in the midst of all the excitement from your surprise last night," he smirks and I put one arm around his shoulders, the other holding onto his hand.

"Wait, you knew Yunho was coming back yesterday?" I ask in shock.

"Who do you think paid for our dinner and movie?" he laughs.

I can feel myself start to blush as I realise that Yeosang must know what happened between me and Yunho last night, which is why he asked if I wanted coffee. My cheeks heat up with embarrassment at the thought of him knowing about Yunho and I spending the night together.

"Don't be embarrassed." he says softly

As Yeosang's lips gently pressed against my heated cheek, I feel a mixture of surprise and comfort wash over me. I turn to face him, noticing how his eyes shimmer with understanding. There was a gentle warmth in his gaze, as if he knew just how much I needed his reassurance in that moment. It was as if he saw through all the tangled emotions that churned inside me, offering solace without judgement.

"You don't need to worry about what we think of you angel, other than that we all care for you greatly!" he says

"How did you...?"

"Yunho spoke to me last night. I was having some food in the kitchen after we came back and he had come down for some water. I could tell he had something on his mind and I pestered him until he told me so don't be annoyed at him." Yeosang answers

"I'm not." I smile at him and I genuinely mean it. I am not annoyed at all, in fact I am glad he spoke to Yeosang if it was playing on his mind.

"All he told me is that you were worried about us judging you for being with all of us. I know being in a relationship with 8 men isn't typical and it is only natural for you to feel this way, just talk to us. Tell us what is going on inside your head so we can help." he says

I can't fathom why I am so lucky to have not just one, but eight understanding men in my life. To ease my mind, I make a silent promise to stop dwelling on it. It only adds stress for myself and unnecessary worry for them. Yeosang holds my hand and gives me a comforting smile. "We're always here for you."

Leaning in, I kiss him softly and he returns the gesture. "Thank you," I whisper with parted lips, "What do you have planned for today?"

"Gym and then some tidying up before Seonghwa gets home. He likes to do a full house inspection when hes been away for a few days." he answers "What is your work day looking like?"

"Meeting the new band and then a meeting. I am hoping to be home before 4pm." I answer as my phone notification goes off and I pull it from my pocket. "Speaking of which, Myeonjin is in the garage downstairs so I should go."

With a gentle hand, Yeosang helps me to my feet and leads me towards the door. It has become our daily routine - he gently slips on my sneakers for me, tying each lace with care. As I turn to leave, he pulls me in for a kiss goodbye, the warmth of his lips lingering on mine as I step into the lift that will take me down to the private garage. I feel like today will be a good day.

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Work went by relatively fast. I had a meeting with the new band that would be debuting soon and briefly got to know them. Some of the members were already good in their English and were helping the others but it was definitely time for them to have a proper tutor to allow them to focus on their upcoming debut. I was excited to get started with them and they all seemed eager too.

The meeting to discuss the upcoming schedules was a monotonous affair, with the usual dry presentations and endless charts. However, amidst all the official business, there were constant glances and hushed whispers coming from Chaeyoung and Iseul. My patience was beginning to wear thin as their actions seemed to be specifically directed towards me once again. I couldn't understand why they were singling me out like this.

In normal circumstances I wouldn't hesitate to call them out for it, I've never had a problem standing up for this type of shit but with my relationship with the guys I knew I needed to bite my tongue. I didn't want them to know there was an issue between us and if I said something it might get back to them. Hyunsik kept telling me to ignore them while quietly imitating Chaeyoung flicking her hair and checking her nails which caused me to nearly burst out laughing a few times.

However, that was now behind me and I was just excited to get home. As soon as I walk through the door, I can hear the sound of the vacuum running in the lounge, letting me know that Seonghwa is home. I kick off my shoes and make my way to the room, where I see him with his back facing me. Even from behind, he looks cute as he goes about his cleaning routine, probably something he's been itching to do while he was away at his parents' house.

With a soft thud, I toss my bag onto the plush sofa and step closer to him. As I approach him, I can feel my heart flutter with excitement at seeing him again. My arms wrap snugly around his waist, and I feel his body jump lightly.

"That better be Luna or else!" he chuckles switching off the machine

"What if it isn't?" I say playfully

"Extra cleaning duty!" he replies before turning around to look down at me

"Just as well it is me then!" I chuckle with a mischievous glint in my eye, "Hi!" I grin up at him and rise on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his broad shoulders.

"Hi!" he smiles back at me. He meets me halfway, leaning down to encircle my waist with his strong arms. As our lips meet, I can't help but let out a joyful laugh. The warmth of his embrace and the taste of his kiss making me feel alive and happy.

"It feels amazing to be back home," he happily exclaims as his hands glide over my back. "I loved seeing my family, but I missed you and your adorable face every day!"

"I missed you too," I reply. From my emotional reaction to Yunho's surprise return the night before I know I will likely be feeling just as emotional when the others come back as well. I don't want to cry in front of them like I did with Yunho last night, so I swallow down the lump in my throat, peck his cheek and smile up at him. "Was the house a bit messy?" I ask him, trying to distract myself from my emotions, motioning towards the vacuum

“Actually, it was quite clean this time.” He remarks. “Not that the others make a mess, but when I’m not around, things tend to get a bit disorganised. But I was pleasantly surprised.”

“I’ve been trying to keep things tidy with the others. I know Yeosang cleaned this morning while I was at work.” I add.

"I'm only vacuuming because it's my usual routine when I come home," he explains, playfully planting kisses on my cheek. "So I know you just got home from work and I want so much to spend time with you right now but I need to shower before we meet your parents tonight."

"Go shower!" I say letting go of him but he pulls me back into his arms and kissing me softly

"Not until I get my kisses!" he smiles against my lips

I break the kiss and playfully push him away. "You can have all the kisses you want after your shower," I tease, winking at him.

Seonghwa pouts dramatically, pretending to be upset. "But I need them now," he says in a mock whiny voice, making me giggle.

I run my fingers through his hair affectionately. "You'll survive without a few kisses," I assure him playfully. "Besides, I have to get ready too and we don't want my parents thinking we're running late, do we?"

He grins mischievously and leans in closer, his warm breath against my ear. "Maybe a shower together then?" he suggests, his voice low and seductive.

My cheeks flush with heat at his suggestion, and I playfully swat his arm. "Behave yourself, mister," I scold him teasingly. "Save that idea for when we have more time." If it wasn't for the fact we are going to my parents for dinner I would 100% have took him up on his offer but I know we'd get rather distracted and if we were running late it would only add to my anxiety over how tonight will go.

Seonghwa chuckles and playfully nuzzles the side of my neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses along my jawline. "Alright, alright," he concedes, reluctantly pulling away.

I watch him as he unplugs the vacuum and leaves the room with it, admiring the way his broad shoulders fill out his shirt. As he disappears from sight, I take a moment to compose myself before heading to my bedroom to change out of my work clothes.

I take a speedy shower and get dressed for dinner. I spend what feels like hours deciding on an outfit, but finally decide on a pair of black dress pants, a white t-shirt, and a grey cardigan. Once my make-up is done, I head into the living room to find Yunho and Mingi engrossed in a game on the ps5.

"I didn't realise you were home!" Yunho smiles as he sees me

"A little bit ago." I answer

"Must have been when Mingi and I were down at the store getting snacks for our big game night!" he replies

As I open my mouth to respond, Seonghwa turns the corner. He's dressed in black pants and a dark grey shirt, looking incredibly handsome. My stomach flutters as I take in his appearance.

"Oh my god, it's like we coordinated our outfits!" I laugh, noticing our matching colours.

"Looks like our telepathic connection is going strong," he joins in with a smile. "But what do you think of my outfit?" he asks nervously, showing it off with open arms.

"It's perfect. You look amazing," I reply sincerely.

"As do you," he kisses me softly. "I just need to fix my hair and then we can go." He grins at me. "Hey Yunho, do you mind if I borrow some styling gel? I think I left mine at my parents' house."

"Sure, 2nd floor bathroom beside the sink." Yunho replies

"Thanks!" he says "I'll be quick." he adds to me kissing my cheek as I smile back at him

"Take your time, we don't need to be there for another 40 minutes and it is only a 5 minute walk away." I say

"I promise I won't be long." he says softly

After he exits the room, I take a seat next to Yunho to watch their game as I wait. He surprises me by leaning over and giving me a kiss on the lips, something he's never done in front of the others before. If anyone else has ever seen us kissing, it was because they walked in on us.

"How was work today?" he asks

"It was good," I reply.

"And... are you feeling less tender?" he asks quietly so Mingi doesn't hear, his eye filled with concern.

"I am!" I nod, reassuring him. He smiles and leans in for another kiss, and I willingly oblige. His comfort and display of affection in front of Mingi make me happy. I'm not sure if our night together sparked this change, but he wasn't wrong when he said it would bring us closer; I already feel a stronger connection between us.

"By the way, I found your underwear, it had somehow landed on my desk chair." he whispers "I put them in with my clothes washing, they are drying in my room so I can give you them tomorrow."

I go to reply thanks but his lips capture mine once more before I can. He is definitely a lot more comfortable in show his affection!

"Dude, your character is about to die!" Mingi laughs causing us to break apart. Yunho sighs playfully as he looks over at Mingi. "What?! It's true!"

I can tell from the expression on Mingi's face and the tone of his voice that he is purposely teasing Yunho. I wrap my arms around his, resting my head on his shoulder as he picks up his controller. I gently run my fingers along his arm while I watch him play the game. I'm not sure what they're playing, but they appear to be on the same team as they work together to defeat whatever enemy is against them. Being here with them brings me great happiness. Seonghwa returns to the lounge after 20 minutes, looking effortlessly put together with his perfectly styled hair.

"Okay, I think I am ready!" he says "I bought the wine earlier that you suggested and the chocolates too. They are in the kitchen so I'll get them and we can go."

I feel a nervous flutter in my stomach as he goes into the kitchen and I let go of Yunho to stand up.

"Enjoy your dinner at your parents and just relax." I hear Yunho say standing up as well. I turn to face him and find myself putting my arms around his waist without thinking. Thankfully he returns my embrace and kisses the top of my head.

"I will." I reply. "I have my crystal with me." I add pulling it from my pocket to show him. A wide smile spreads across his face as he looks at it, his hands cupping my cheeks and tilting my head upwards for a kiss.

"I hope it's of use." He speaks softly.

"I'll catch up with you tomorrow!" I reply, "Have fun with your game night guys!"

"More like the night Yunho gets crushed!" Mingi jokes, standing up from his seat.

"You wish!" Yunho chuckles as I walk over to give Mingi a hug and a kiss.

"You look stunning, like always, my princess." Mingi whispers in my ear before pulling away. "Enjoy dinner with your parents and Seonghwa."

I turn to find Seonghwa has brought back the wine and chocolates. Before we leave for the hallway, I give Yunho a brief embrace and kiss as well. Once our shoes are on and my coat is securely fastened with his help, Seonghwa asks me, "Are you ready?" I smile and nod before he opens the door. As we make our way towards the elevator, I take a deep breath and quietly pray that my mother doesn't suspect anything about our relationship.

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[clovermarigold]

Daggers & Daffodils Chap. 27

Dagur x Reader I'm back!!! And better yet. I am done with my schooling (until I seek higher education). I was stuck writing in-between my equivalent of finals and study sessions, and on top of that I had a last second surgery that basically put me out of commission for a week and kind of out of it, but I have had absolute brain rot over this fictional man. Someone over on my Tumblr said he should be named Dagur the delusional and I've been rolling in my grave ever since. Thank you all for the wait and your support, you all sent wonderful messages and I read every one of them, enjoy the chapter <3

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You stepped back from Dagur's iron grip as he cackled uncontrollably "It took you long enough. And here I was thinking Hiccup tempered you". "You've gone mad" you wheeze out when Dagur's arms squeeze the air out of your lungs in a gripping side hug.  "Couldn't have. Always have been" with a dramatic flop the two of you fell to the bed, his arms still wrapped around you. 

You laid uncomfortably, staring at the ceiling while Dagur was content to bury his face into your hair. "You know you can yell at me, right?" you caught off guard by Dagur's sudden speech. You huff out your nose, "If I were to start now, then I'd never stop".

"If it means I would get to listen to you for the rest of my life, so be it" his fingers began to play with your hair, twisting it in loops around his index. 

"...My father is going to kill you" The bed began to shake as Dagur let out wheezing laughter, different from his usual obnoxious and loud deranged laughter. No. This was unnerving, he was actually trying to reel himself in. Tears brimmed the edges of his eyes as his body shook violently, hissing laughter escaping through gritted teeth. Pupils narrowed, eyes watery, and red, trained on you left you feeling terrified for both your father and brother, "He'd try".

 "Where is my Dragon, Dagur?" Suddenly you needed to know where your dragon was. It was clear that whatever was going on with Dagur was getting worse, looks like he isn't one for long distance relationships. Dagur didn't respond, wiping the tears from his eyes and clearing his throat, "You know, the lizard could be a bit more comfortable if you were to answer a few questions. Say... How many riders are at that base of yours". Riders? The edge didn't have any riders. At least not any that were manning the helm in your absence. You certainly weren't going to tell him that. "Drop dead" Dagur's eye twitched, though whether it was from irritation or excitement both confused and terrified you, and you were not curious enough to go through all the trouble that question would certainly entail. 

"What did you do to her?" You of course meant Heather, while Silver Tongue was no doubt your priority, you needed to know. While you understood that she was in a vulnerable situation and Dagur was the only family she had left, you would at least think she would come to you first. "It's not dead if that's what you're asking" Dagur rolled his eyes.

"What? No. Heather. Silver Tongue is a boy" Dagur propped himself up with an elbow. "Ha! Silver Tongue? You know if you wanted a silver tongue, I've got one right here" Dagur began to laugh hysterically as you shoved him off the bed glaring at him, "You're disgusting!".

He gave a small shrug, smiling lazily, "eh, a no is a no. But it's always here when you need it". "Well, that's never going to happen" you cross your arms looking down at him. "I have other options too-", "Stop talking!" Dagur entered a coughing fit, laughing and nearly crying at the redness overtaking your features. 

"You are the most immature and selfish person I have ever met" you shake your head in disbelief, "I thought we all had it bad with Snotlout but you're something else entirely. Not only are you the absolute maniac I thought you were, who gets off to violence, you're an absolute sadist who enjoys making a fool out of me".

"Hey, I get off to many things about you. Making a fool of you is not one of them" Dagur said slyly. "Unbelievable. And to top things off you can't take anything seriously!" Dagur looked at you, having fully caught his breath "I take you very seriously, love. I just also see that you have a habit of taking things too seriously".

"Being upset at being kidnaped and having my boundaries repeatedly violated is too serious?" you look at him, sarcasm and irritation evident. "First of all, kidnapping is a bit dramatic. And second, if it makes you upset, I'll be more respectful of your boundaries. No more.... risky jokes" He looks over at you and wiggles his eyebrows like a wierdo.

"Want to respect my boundaries? Here's the big one. Don't kidnap me!" Dagur flopped back on the bed, ignoring your attempts to shove him off and away from you. "Y/N, when was the last time you got to make a decision for yourself?" what, what did that have to do with anything.

"Because, from where I'm standing, you were dragged away from Berk to 'catch' me the second I got out of that prison. When was the last time you got a break?" You stayed quiet, "Knowing my brother he's had you jumping from one heroic act to the next".

"Thats our job-" Dagur cut you off, "Not yours! I found you barely able to breathe with your brother no less than an arm's length away. If you don't see what's wrong with that than you need to be away from him much more than I thought". 

"Heather was going to kill you. What? Did you want him to let her?" Dagur grew more agitated. "I think I've made it pretty clear that I'm going to kill Hiccup. If he prioritizes saving his murderer over his own sister, then I'm going to have to make it a lot more painful than I first thought".

"He was doing it for Heather, not for you" Dagur though sour, strained to keep himself from screaming. "My sister. Not his. Mine. You can argue all you want about her being your friend. That was a family matter. And he neglected his own in favor of mine.... Then again, I suppose it will be his too soon enough".

"Thats unfair" you felt backed into a corner, you didn't know how you felt about that moment. You had gone so long without having a panic attack and here you were being confronted about it a second time. "What' unfair is that you were put in this situation at all", Dagur's hand wrapped around your forearm, "You don't need to see what happens to your 'friends' when Viggo gets them".

"Viggo?" that was a new name, "You'll meet him soon enough, he's big man Rykee's older brother. Poor thing seems scared of him. Couldn't imagine. Then again, I have a good relationship with my siblings" he laughed making you wonder how serious he was.

"My point is, this is not 'kidnapping'. Hiccup just made you think that it is" you rolled your eyes. "What did you do to Heather?" you gave up on this new conversation Dagur had steered you toward in favor of asking your original question.

"Honestly, nothing" you gave his a look at his obvious lie. "Really. She found me. Told me she had thought it over and realized we were the only family we had left. And blood trumps all, isn't that right?" that didn't sound like Heather. 

A loud bell rang from outside, no doubt an alarm system of some sort. "Come on. It seems your friends are a bit over excited" Dagur pulled you up off the bed, "Come? Me too?". "Respectfully, leaving you alone doesn't tend to go well", His hand intertwined with your as he dragged you out the door right behind him. 

Well, there went your plan to break out through the window

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End chapter notes:

Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than usual. I realized it had been almost half a year since my last update and really wanted to get something out.

Dagur would choose the bear..... so, he could wrestle it. But he'd choose the bear none the less

@demogorgon-master1

@mj-jabami

@alicee-carter

@amearla

[threadbaresweater]

Quiet movement beneath white linen.

Lithe, warm legs tangled with your husband’s.

Your breath upon his neck, fingers threaded through his hair as you rolled your hips against him, throaty laughter filling what little space was left between you.

"Happy Birthday, Aki," you whispered, kissing each of his eyes, then tracing lips and fingertips along the sharp line of his jaw.

He smiled and felt his body respond to your touch as the first rays of sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains of your bedroom window. He groaned softly, hoarse and needy, pulling you in for a kiss without opening his eyes.

Languid, lazy, sensual and slow, you woke him up the best way you knew how. Kisses like butterfly wings and peony petals upon his skin, smooth and ticklish, arousing every part of him until he was unable to resist you any longer.

It was his birthday, after all.

You moved as one, as lovers do, lips and fingertips mapping out each curve and nuance, each twitch and pucker of skin. Soft moans fell upon sensitive ears, careful not to be too loud, lest you wake–

"Daddy? Mommy?" A tiny, panicked voice called from the other side of your bedroom door, little knuckles rapping against the wood surface. You froze, eyes wide upon each other, then burst into silent laughter. Aki slipped out of you and stumbled off to the bathroom while you fumbled for your nightshirt, which had tangled with the sheets at the foot of the bed.

"Mommy's coming, sweetheart! Just a minute!" you called, stumbling over yourself as you rushed to open the door for your daughter.

Blue eyes watery and wide, your daughter stood tall and thrust a pink construction paper card into your hands. Her bottom lip quivered as she spoke. "It's daddy's birthday, remember?"

"Of course, sweetheart. But daddy is taking a bath right now, so you'll have to give him his present a little later." You scooped your daughter up in your arms and planted a kiss on her rosy cheek.

She giggled and linked her arms around your neck. "Uncle Denji is in the kitchen making pancakes. He told me not to wake you yet, but I couldn't wait, mommy! I tried really hard!"

You laughed in spite of yourself, feeling your cheeks blaze hot upon hearing that Denji was in the kitchen, probably setting fire to the stove. Cupping your hand around your daughter’s ear, you whispered,

“I think we need to go and have a talk with Uncle Denji about coming into our house so early in the morning."

She nodded emphatically. “You’re right, Mommy. Especially on Daddy’s birthday!”

“Yes, baby. Especially on your daddy’s birthday.”

[kakyoinswifey]

For the kiss prompt! Kiss 6 + Kakyoin!

I don't know if this counts as a drabble, but it was what I could write in 4 free minutes. And I'm not in the peak of my imagination, so I decided it not to be so angst

I don't wanna lose you — Kakyoin Noriaki x Reader

6. “A kiss on a falling tear”

The numbness in his body had grown heavier in the last few moments. How long had it really been? Noriaki didn't know. He only knew that during this silent time and unbearable calm, his first thought was you.

Your soothing soft voice had a hint of agony in itself ever since he came to his senses. He was trying to remember your features with such accuracy that he could recreate the image in his mind, see your face in his poor imagination, when he knew that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do your face justice, and that frustrated him too. You used to talk to the doctors at the Speedwagon Foundation, hoping for news or something to ease your poor heart. Although you didn't know it, he listened to your concern and made it his too, but his heart also found comfort knowing that you were missing him as much as he was missing you.

So, he decided to wake up as soon as possible. Even though he wasn't the main responsible for that, but his injured body. Kakyoin couldn't continue to bear your sadness for not knowing if he was really okay. At some point in your daily routine, which consists of stopping by Avdol and Iggy's room to take care of them too and make sure they were being treated as they deserved, you went to his room, every day, he could hear your sweet breaths, telling him that you miss him very much and hoped to see him well soon. He could hear your every word and that was enough for him.

His body was still mostly numb, but when he thought you were gone, he thought about continuing to practice. His body had already begun to respond, slightly, but it was enough to calm your nerves, right? His violet eyes opened very slowly, trying to get used to the light in a natural way, since his arms still didn't respond as they should. So he decided to scan the room, sometimes you used to bring him flowers and in your own words, they were so that 'he doesn't feel lonely, because those flowers were you when you weren't around'.

White roses. He smiled at them. But then he could finally saw you. You were there, you hadn't left the room anytime. Your hair was so messy on the bed, your hand taking his in a soft grip, and you were sleeping with your head resting in the matress. And yet, you were the most beautiful person in the world.

He didn't think twice. What little practice he had now would do what it was supposed to. His hand gave you a squeeze that wasn't hard at all thanks to his condition, but enough to wake you up. You let go of his hand in your dreams, wiping your eyes without remembering when you fell asleep. But your heart wanted to come out of your mouth when you saw that pair of lavender eyes looking at you hesitantly.

"Nori? A-Are you awake?" You mumbled so surprised. The doctors had told you that it could be months before he even responded properly due to the damage to his body, but he had responded in a couple of weeks. An agonizing few weeks, but was it really true? He was truly awake?

At least he was able to smile at you to answer you. It was enough, joy filled your heart with just that simple gesture. Still unaware of the world and having feared the worst, you rushed towards him to wrap him in your arms. "I missed you. So much, I did missed you." You assured him, squeezing the purple fabric of his pajamas, even if it was out of nostalgia or happiness, you felt your eyes turn watery.

"I'm back with you, (Y/N). I'm so sorry I worried you." He had the nerve to say, when all you remembered doing was coming face to face with Dio because he had dared to hurt your loved one. "No, shh. Everything's fine now, okay?" You said while you separated from him so slow to look into his eyes. "But I need you to listen to me, could you?"

Kakyoin nodded slightly, still trying to do more. Move his hands, maybe, but yet, his all attention was on you. "I... I was talking to the doctors while you were unconscious. A lot happened, and I really hate to say it." Your voice trailed off, you were so happy to see him again that you'd rather let it be, but you couldn't let him without knowing such important things. "It's likely that you will lose the mobility of some limbs. The damage went straight to your spine, and you know how hard it's been to even keep your life from fading away. If you want to know the exact odds, I can call one of the doctors... Yeah, damn it, I should have done that first. Give me a second, Nori." You stumbled miserably over your words. You wanted to appear strong, but you couldn't resist anymore, so you turned around ready to leave the room when you felt something grab your arm.

Your gaze lowered to see what it was, although you recognized the sensation. A green tentacle was entangled in your extremity and gently pulled you towards its user. You obbey him without hesitations. "I don't care about it." He whispered so low you barely heard his words. "Don't say that. It's your health, and I know you don't want to be sca-"

You felt more tentacles surround you and it snapped you out of your nervous trance for a second. "What would you do if I really couldn't walk again?" He asked. He wasn't scared of your answer. He would respect your decisions, but the two of you had been in love long enough to know what the other would say, even when you hadn't confessed to each other yet.

And it was your confident look and your next words that made him feel the same way.

"I would stay my whole life with you to take care of you."

The hearts began to beat stronger, almost heard thanks to the silence that was forged in the room.

"And what if nothing really happens and I can continue on my own?" He asked again, but this time trying to joke with you. He didn't expect your response so quick and serious.

"I would ask you if I can stay with you until my final days."

Maybe you didn't think about it before you said it. It was how you felt, but you didn't think to be so direct when asking him to let you be next to him.

But now it was late. Your eyes meeting, staring at each other as they tried to read each other's souls was enough. You didn't know if he was the one who pulled you with the help of Hierophant Green or if your feet walked on their anxious own. All you knew was that now you were sitting back on the soft mattress, gently tilting your face so that finally, after so long in love, the two of you finally shared a first kiss.

His lips were a little dry, but they were heaven to you. The warmth it gave you just by pressing them against yours was enough to make you feel butterflies fluttering in your body. Obedient fingers could finally touch your face after so much longing and carefully caressed your hair, as if you were a doll about to break. The soft movement of his mouth made you feel a click in your head.

This kisses meant that he accepted your proposal. Or maybe, it was a way of making it up to you for letting you be the one to offer your own feelings before.

You didn't want to know, but you just felt a tear run down your cheeks.

You were young. Whoever saw you asking a man to let you be by his side, would call you crazy. Much more so when there was something as delicate involved as his health. But who were they to know how much both of you loved the other one?

Even when Noriaki thought that it would be selfish to have you by his side if he couldn't make you completely happy, he could really understand.

The happiness, for both of you, was found in the soft loving lips of the other.

So he would strive to make you happy from then on. He would show you how much he could do for you, even if he had to go against the doctors, his own body and his own life. That would be his promise of love to you.

[anime-fandom-story]

The Kind Nobel Lady : Part four

Warning - swearing, torture, blood

Please fella readers read it on your own risk

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For next few days layla wasn't coming and didn't even told the students that she would be coming.

And didn't even send a telegram to Albert for the next few days Albert took the kids classes .

Layla's POV

I was all beaten up my body lying in the basement, with my legs and hands cuffed, my dress was dirty and numerous scars and wounds .the only thing I could remember is foot steps and some torture tools that were used on me. My whole body was aching in pain and couldn't stop sobbing.

????????? POV

This peasant,she is also turned into a peasant like the other lower class people and wasting all are family's money on those useless peasants.

I took out my knife and was heating the blade from fire of candle.

The blade was hot red I walked in front of the blonde girl who had fear in her eyes.

"You have to pay for wasting the money on those rascal peasants." I said with a creepy smile.

"No Victor please we relate same blood please I begg you I won't come in our family's way-"

Layla said her voice choked due to all the crying but was cut of by Victor.

"Your or my family" He question in furious look " Victor said.

"Y-your families way " She said in a terrified tone.

Victor was his older brother, he disliked that she used to waste the money and her time on those filthy peasants. He started showing his hatred towards her due to her charity and all and then started torturing her.

He started seeing her little sister among from peasants she dressed like them and ate there low class food besides warm steak and red wine.

No one's POV

He crouched down at her level and held her arm in his tight grip.

He rolled her sleeves up and placed the raging hot blade on her soft fair skin.

Layla scream and droplets of water started flowing down from her blue eye's like river.

This is for one penny he placed the hot blade on other places of arm she shouted.

"2 penny"

"Scream"

"3 penny "

"Another scream"

"4 penny"

"Scream"

Layla's scream were mixed with her crying and feared tone.

This went on until layla's head started aching due to lot of crying.

And let's him do what he wants to do with her. Quite tears rolled down her cheek.

"25 penny " He suddenly groan and said

While tossing the knife away " This is getting boring".

He unlocks the cuffs in her hand and leg .

He demands the servant to took layla to her room and she won't get any authorities to use carriages and the fancy food.

~time skip~

(Next day)

Layla was wearing ankle length black skit with white full have formal shirt with brown ladies waits coat and a cape with black heels.

(The one william used in killing nobels)

With her long blonde braided hair tied in a black bow.

She was looking down and walking cause she didn't had authority to use the carriage.

She shine and happiness was drained from her sparkling blue eyes they were drop dead.

She reached the garden and was late as albert was teaching them.

She stood at the entrance of them garden and was standing their looking at her feet .

"The lesson is over , you can have your break now " Albert announced and the kids started talking with their friends.

Albert then noticed layla's presence he called out to her but she didn't respond and stood there as a statue.

He walked up to her an tapped her shoulder.

"Layla what happened you haven't been coming is there a problem ".

He hold her chin and lifted it up to look at her face.

She was not reacting. But as their eyes met each other .

Her eyes started to get watery and she hugged him suddenly.

Albert eyes widened at layla's action "what happened-" He said and was cut by her crying.

She hugged him tight and he patted her head and for some reason he placed a small kiss on her head.

But he didn't care he wanted to make her smile again and comfort her.

Stay tuned to be continue...

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Thank you for reading till here my fella readers .

I will soon post new part I was traveling so it took me time to upload new part I am sorry. And also lots of people give me like to my post that motivation helps me to post further more I nothing with out you readers.

And apologies for grammatical errors I just started writing these and I am trying to improve and due to speed up my typing gets um... Wired and type like maniac and don't know what I typed cause I thing okay this will happened now and then this I am really sorry.

[sykhan048]

Your Beloved...(Chapter 28)

Mini was hiding behind the curtain at the room. His majesty and Cutler enter the room. They take their respective seats. But King can't take his seat for his over weight. Everyone is helping him. Mini laugh by looking their struggles. Everyone stopped their works by hearing the giggle and look each other. King glared at his butler. He got scare. He bring the special chair for His majesty and finally he take his seat. He starts conversation with Cutler.

King: So, Lord Becket. How is your health?

Cutler: Absolutely fine your majesty.

King: No, You are looking very thin. You have to eat properly. Saying this the king grabbed a large plate.

Mini: He always eat properly. Not like you "baby Elephant". OMG...

Mini grasped as she saw his majesty is eating her favorite chocolate muffins.

Mini: My Muffins...

Mini took a pebble and threw it to the king. The pebble hit his back. Cutler was talking with him about the current updates of company. He looked behind but Mini hide again.

Cutler: Is everything ok your majesty?

King: Oh I just feel something hit my back.

Cutler: Your back? ok I'll check.

Cutler about to go but the king stop him. He is getting late so, He want to finish the meeting as fast as possible. They starts again. King is really impress with Cutler.

King: lord becket I understand your point. The crown is always with your decisions for the company. Cutler thanked him. His majesty is continuously eating . Again Mini hit him with pebbles and he looked his back. This time he was scared.

King: Lord becket, I think you should do some holly ritual.

Cutler: I beg your pardon You majesty?

King: The sea has many watery grave of millions of Captains and crews. There soul need to rest and piece. There is something at your ship, lord becket. I can feel it.

Cutler is clueless about his majesty's fear and he is confused to look at his scary face. Here Mini is struggling to suppress her laughter.

Percival arrived and whispered to Cutler.

Percival: Milord, There is something you need to know.

Cutler: Later Percival. Pass the sugar pot and kettle.

Percival has no other option so he passed the trey which was required for tea.

Cutler moved the kettle to pour some tea but instead of tea it poured frog eggs. King scared more. Cutler shocked and open the kettle and a frog came out from it. He glare at Percival. Poor Percival couldn't understand what to do. He give the cup to Percival and order him to bring wine. Cutler is trying to comfort him. Suddenly his majesty jerked his leg as he felt shocking sensation. He swore loudly.

Cutler: Your majesty are you ok?

King: Lord becket. I felt some strange and scary sensation in my feet. There is something evil at your ship.

King looks scary. Cutler is total confused what make him scared.

Yes again Mini. She put her special pen on his majesty's shoe which give him electric shock.

Mini: Not so fast your majesty. I'll stop your over eating habit and force you to do physical exercise. She smiled evilly.

Percival came again with the beverage. He make a drink whispered Cutler's ear while giving him the glass.

Percival: Dr. Sen is missing.

Cutler: What! Percival I told you to...

Cutler stopped his sentence as his gaze fall to the ground. He saw, Mini is crawling to the carpet and came behind his majesty. She tapped his shoulder. He turned his head and Mini take a piece of muffin from his plate. Cutler and Percival both holding their breath. Percival approached with the wine to distract his majesty.

Percival: You majesty please have this. I made specially for you.

He take that. Cutler gesture Mini to go inside. Mini rolled her eyes and enjoying her muffin. Cutler gestured her again but Mini royally ignored.

King: Lord Becket!

"Yes Your Majesty" Cutler Responded instantly. Mini hide again.

King: Did you see The sea witch? I'd hear many story about her.

Mini utter without sound "He is calling me witch". Cutler glared her. Then he gesture her "please. Take anything that you want but please leave." Then Mini nod and go inside. Cutler take a breaths of relief. But Mini is not going to leave him easily. She threw a paper ball to his majesty before leaving the place. His majesty pick that one and read aloud, "My dear baby Elephant, Your weight won't reduce if you don't change your eating habit and don't exercise. otherwise one day you will bust. BOOMM!!!"

King: That girl is here!! look what she sent. I want her ri...

He stop at middle cause his majesty watched her threw the mirror. He screamed, "This girl!!!!". He run to catch her but he can't because he ran towards the mirror and it hit his forehead. He turned and found no one. Mini already ran from there, no one saw her except Cutler.

King: Lord Becket, That girl.

"Which girl your majesty?" Cutler nervously asked.

King: The pirate girl.

Cutler: There is no girl here your majesty. Right Percival?

Percival nods.

Cutler: Your majesty I am afraid you are drunk. I think you should go and take some rest.

King: No I saw...yes, maybe, you are right lord becket.

Cutler about to breath in relief but he saw that Mini take his another ship and sailing it. She was waiving to cutler. Cutler couldn't say anything but mutter under his breath, "Mini." He again wide his eyes when he saw Mini was doing something with his cannons. His majesty's babbling isn't bothering to him. He was moving his index finger and uttering like, "no..Mini...No." But Mini didn't notice. As a result BOOMMM!!!

King: AAAA!!! MOMMMYYY!!!

Mini accidently fire the cannon ball. Everyone scared.

Mini: OOPPSS!!! SORRY GUYS!!

She moved the ship from there as fast as she can. Everyone get busy after his majesty as he was hell scared and babbling,

King: Oh...save me god...I'll eat less. I'll do exercise, I'll do my work by myself. please save me.

Cutler was rubbing his forehead in frustration.

Port Royal,

Jack is moving here and there. He finally got his compass. Now he is heading for Tortuga. He is searching for a ship. Here he found Mini's ship. He was about to aboard but suddenly

"HEY! DO'T YOU DARE TO STEL THIS SHIP!"

A loud girly voice stop him. He turned and found a girl was standing on the deck putting her both fist on her waist and staring him with arch brows.

[todoshotoroki]

hello !!! i was wondering if you could write something where eren and the reader get REALLY fing high @ a party and the fluff and potential smut that comes from it. nothing too smutty tho, just a lil suggestive 😏 HAPPY 500 FOLLOWERS

Warnings: implied smut, fluff, weed, f reader x stoner Eren.〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 500 (500 followers celebration)

   “Are you already high, Eren?” Every party had its designated smoking room. Of course, dancing in a crowd of sweaty young adults stuffed in a small, two bedroom apartment living room, you were bound to hit each joint or blunt that was passed your way. Which means you were already buzzed as you entered Armin’s room,  which had been sealed off from the rest of the party for everyone besides a select few close friends. 

   But still, there was an almost 100% chance he was here as you navigated through the cloudy room.

   “Y/n! Perfect timing” Eren said, reaching over and grabbing your wrist to pull you into his lap. The recliner he sat on was surely meant for just one person, but he made it big enough for two, even if you had to sit on his lap in the process. “I fucking wish I was stoned, and guess what I can, now that you’re here”

   Your gaze zeroed in on his face, gripping his shoulder in confusion. Why the hell would you being there decide if he was gonna light up or not? Though you were quick to find out as you were pulled from your thoughts, and a half-rolled joint was shoved in front of your face. You glanced behind it to see Eren’s beautiful, slightly red eyes sparkling. “Lick it for me”

   You almost sputtered in confusion, and glanced nervously at the other few people in the room. Armin was busy having a debate about aliens with Connie, while Jean and Sasha talked about their cravings together, while everyone else chatted amongst themselves. Nobody was paying attention.

   That didn’t stop the embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you leaned forward and stuck your tongue out, tracing the sticky side of the paper. As you neared the end, Eren tilted his fingers to get a tighter seal on the side you’d be smoking from. “Just like that”

   The whole time you could see his eyes were fixated on the sight in front of him, expression already beginning to gloss over.

   Your tongue grazed along his thumb in the process, making the brunette smirk as he pulled away to finish sealing the joint. 

   “Good girl” 

   Did he really say that under his breath? You couldn't’ tell.

 “You didn’t need me for that” You responded with a brief, fleeting blush, bringing your fist up to your mouth in embarrassment as you looked away. He tore his gaze from you, grabbing a lighter off the coffee table in front of him.

   “What are you talking about? Of course I did” He inhaled the smoke through his lungs, letting it slowly leak past his lips as he glanced at you with a blissful smile. “Had ‘ta. You know how to make it taste just so much better”

   If you were around Eren, you had to get used to his flirty comments. In the beginning, he did it with every girl he thought would fuck him, with the exception of respecting the females in your friend group of course. But one day, he started flirting with you, and it’s been only you ever since.

   “Hey, are you still in there?” You felt his hand come up to cup your cheek, turning your chin to make him face you and pull you from your thoughts. You smiled at him, and tilted your head. “Does it look like I went anywhere?”

   Eren thought you looked like a cute ass puppy. A puppy who had him wrapped around her finger, and one who he wanted to get high with.

   “Hit this”

   He brought the rolled paper up to your lips, unable to tear his lustful gaze away from yours as he watched you take a deep inhale. Eren knew you were pretty, everyone knew that. But there was some sort of certain glow you contained about yourself when you were high, your eyes watery from coughing, half lidded from the smoke filling your lungs. 

   The way you’d so obviously relax even more in his lap, quickly growing more comfortable and relaxed. How you looked so blissed out, relaxed.

   The way you’d get shivers as he barely pulled his hand away from your thigh, just leaving his fingers to ghost and dance along your skin, enough to remind you that he was still there.

   Tease.

   “Do you have any water bottles, Eren?” Your angelic voice tore him from his naughty daydream, making him tilt his head at you. “Why? Are you thirsty?” He questioned, making you giggle as your eyes rolled and you gently pinched his cheek. “No, I’m hungry” Your voice was teasing him, only flipping Eren’s switch even more. 

   He was dangerously close to crossing a line that he hadn't before.

   “Yes, I'm thirsty, I have cottonmouth” You frowned at Eren, making his heart clench in his chest as he was unable to immediately provide you with water. A trip to the kitchen while his place was packed with people would undoubtedly take him a while to navigate, and while he’d do it for you in a heartbeat, he knew cottonmouth needed an immediate fix, and he wasn’t looking forward to removing you from his lap.

   Luckily, he was graced with an idea.

   “Hey Y/n” He said, rubbing his hand up your thigh suggestively. Eren leaned in close to your ear, making it clear his next words were only for you to recognize.

“Wanna just share some of my spit?”

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

(A/N: for sure a bit more then 500 words, damn maybe even closer to 1k, but I couldn’t help it, I love weed and I love stoner Eren)

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[randominagines]

Could you do a Raven reyes x wife reader where reader is a grounder and lexa's 2nd and best friend and Raven gets taken and reader is distraught and virtually goes insane with bloodlust, rage, fear, and heartbreak looking for Raven and the people that took her

Thanks for the request!

Pairing: Raven Reyes X Wife!Fem!reader

Warning: angst, blood, violence

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators.

Revenge

Y/n knew that something was off since the beginning of that mission. She had been walking through those woods since she was a kid, and she knew the path, but something was just different that day. She looked at Lexa, her commander and best friend, and she immediately understood that y/n was worried. "What's wrong?" The Heda whispered at her ear, without letting Clarke hear her. Y/n shook her head, her hand on her sword. "Something is wrong, I think someone is following us." She explained. Lexa tensed up: she trusted y/n more than anyone else and she knew how perceptive she was. Y/n looked around and saw her wife: Raven was walking next to Clarke, small wrinkles on her forehead while she looked around. They were simply doing an inspection tour, to make sure that everything was okay. Raven turned her head and looked at y/n: a tiny smile curved her lips while she walked to her. "My love," she whispered while stopping in front of her. Her eyes scanned y/n. "Tell me what's wrong." She said. She didn't even need to ask, she knew y/n better than anyone else and she was aware when something was bothering her. Y/n bit her lower lip, she didn't want to worry her. "Nothing, baby. Just, be careful." She said and Raven raised an eyebrow but didn't ask more questions, she simply grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to kiss her. Raven's lips placed on hers and she immediately felt a bit better, her body relaxing and her hands caressing her wife's back. Y/n parted her lips to let her tongue in, but in the moment Lexa walked next to them. "Girls, find a room!" She joked and y/n smiled while Raven blushed a bit. "We should." She whispered and smirked at y/n.

Y/n shook her head but smiled, her hand squeezing her wife's hip. "Later, babygirl." She said and Raven nodded, desire in her eyes. Clarke laughed and shook her head. "Leave them alone, they're..." She couldn't finish her sentence, because someone hit her head with a rock. Clarke rolled her eyes and passed out, her body falling on the ground with a thud. "Clarke!" Lexa screamed while taking her sword. Three men suddenly appeared and attacked her. Y/n automatically pushed Raven behind her body while dodging a hit. She took her sword and started responding to the attack. Y/n was skilled and Lexa was too, but those men came prepared: they threw a small devices on the floor. Y/n had just one second to look at it before realising: it was a toxic gas dispenser. "We have to leave! Now!" She shouted, but it was too late. The men were already wearing anti gas masks while the red mist started to spread around. Lexa ran next to Clarke to try to wake her up but passed out in the process. Y/n looked at Raven. "Rin, I'll take them." She lied, she knew the gas was already in her system, making her feel dizzy and weak. Raven shook her head. "I'm not leaving you." She said and her eyes started getting watery.

Y/n took her in her arms and kneeled down with her. "No no no, baby, keep your eyes on me." She said, but she knew that she herself was going to give up. She felt her eyelids becoming so heavy. She looked at the men, who were towering on them. "Take the mechanic, we need her." One of them said and another walked toward Raven. Y/n shook her head while looking at her wife closing her eyes, a panic invading her whole body: they wanted her. She tried to stand up, her hand still squeezing the hilt of her sword. "Hands... Off her... Now" she tried to say, but the gas was slowly taking away her ability to think straight from her. The man chuckled under the mask. "This is a though one." He said and pushed her on the ground. Y/n fell and finally felt her strength abandoning her. She looked at Raven, peacefully sleeping while her hair drew figures on the ground. "Ai hod yu in." She said to her, she used to always tell I love you to her in her language; y/n felt a tear running down her neck while she closed her eyes, the last thing she saw were those man taking her wife away.

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Y/m opened her eyes with a snap, her body immediately sitting up while she looked around. Lexa and Clarke were sleeping next to eachother, no sign of Raven around and the sun was setting; that meant they had been unconscious for hours . She stood up, her legs feeling weaker than ever but her mind perfectly conscious. She grabbed Lexa's arms and shook her. "Lexa, wake up." She said, her voice shaking. Lexa stayed unconscious. She took a breath and tried to calm herself. "Lexa, beja..." She begged, it meant please.

Her best friend slowly opened her eyes and squeezed them. Y/n helped her sitting up while she checked Clarke's head: there was just a superficial cut. "They took Raven." Y/n immediately said while staring at Lexa; she widened her eyes and looked around. "What? Who were those men?" She asked while caressing Clarke's face. Y/n stood up and nervously walked around, she was searching for clues. "I have no idea, but we need to save her." She said, her voice filled with anger, she kept looking around. Lexa stood up and stopped next to her. "Y/n, stop for a second and calm down, we will find her, I promi..." She tried to help her friend was in total shock, but y/n interrupted her. "Don't make promises you don't know you can keep! She's gone!" She screamed while kneeling down, her hands covering her face while tears ran on her cheeks. "They took her! They took my wife!" She kept screaming while she sobbed, her body shaking and her clenched fists punching the ground. Lexa kneeled next to her her arms wrapping around her best friend to hug her, to try to confort her. Y/n let her hold her but stayed still, her body frozen and her eyes filled with tears.

Lexa looked at her. "Hey, we are going to save her. We're going back to the camp and study a plan to take her back. I'll never abandon my best friend's wife." She reassured her. Y/n was staring into the void, her hands still closed into fists. "What if they are hurting her?" She asked and squeezed her eyes, the thought of that chance making her heart skip a beat. Lexa cupped her face to make her look at her. "Then we're going to make them pay for it." She said and y/n nodded, her sadness and fear making room for determination and bloodlust. She stood up and looked around, she saw her sword on the ground and immediately took it. "Let's go kill them all." She said, her voice filled with anger and her revenge desire clearly showing. Leda stood up and looked at her, a hand on her shoulder. "Oso throu daun ogeda." She said. We fight together, y/n knew that it was true. She looked in front of her and saw footsteps among the fallen leaves, her head raising while she thought about her wife, about her joyful smile and her big brown eyes. She shook her head and whispered between her teeth. "I'm coming, baby."

PART 2

[mischief-marauders]

The Song of Sirius

Remus stepped through the threshold of Grimmauld Place. He stumbled and gasped as a painful burning sensation spread throughout his body.

The wards. Sirius had told him about the wards back when they were kids. The house’s magic didn’t allow half breeds in the home without the owner's permission. And with Sirius gone, the wards came at him in full.

Remus felt the roaring wave of pain hit him again as he stifled a sob. All he could see was Sirius’ mouth forming an “O” as he fell back into the veil. Remus wanted so desperately to run after him but he had to hold Harry back. No matter what happened, no matter who he lost, Harry had to be first. Sirius and him had promised that to James and Lily before they were killed.

Remus slowly righted himself, still wincing at the burning sensation in his body. He stopped and stared at himself in the goblin wrought iron mirror in the hall. His bloodshot eyes were red-rimmed from crying so much. He looked weary and too old to be in his early 30’s. In the reflection of the mirror, he saw a rustling and bristled at the sight.

Walburga Black stood in the portrait. Quiet and glaring. Even dead, even magically painted, she was terrifying. Remus could see where Sirius had gotten his force of nature personality. But that’s where the similarities ended. Sirius brought warmth and laughter to everyone around him. Walburga seemed to radiate hate and cold. She brought pain and suffering everywhere she stepped.

As Remus turned to look at her, she disappeared from view. 

Weeks passed by. People came and went yet Remus never left the house. Everything hurt too much. The wards never lessened in their torment. They never eased the burning. But he could not leave the house. This was the last place where Sirius had left his mark. No matter how much the burning pain from the House of Black wreaked on him, he couldn’t leave.

It had been four weeks since the death of the last heir of the House of Black when Walburga finally spoke after deafening silence for so long. Remus had stumbled into the foyer in the morning and stopped to catch his breath as Walburga's icy gaze froze him.

Remus hadn’t felt such burning hatred in himself in years. Rage and hate rose in him like a violent wave, bound to destroy whatever or whoever it fell on. He stood up straight and stormed up to the portrait, his anger and grief rising with the pain of losing Sirius again. He couldn't make her leave and he couldn't take the portrait down but he could hate her.

“In the letters you used to send to him at Hogwarts, you said that I ruined him. You said that James ruined him. That Lily ruined him. But you’re just a bitter old bigot and you know nothing. You loved Regulus more than him and look at where both of them are. The only person that ruined him was you”

Remus winced and slightly bent over as the burning from the wards increased and he felt himself stumble a little. He took in a deep breath and righted himself once more, glaring at the still silent Walburga Black.

“Are you proud? Are you proud of what your blood purity and ideals have done? Your son will be remembered as a murderer. As the prisoner of Azkaban. Your son will be remembered as the man who killed a group of muggles in grief. He will be remembered for things he didn’t do. All because of what your beliefs have brought into this world. All things horrible and ugly.”

Remus’s voice grew louder and broke into sobs as his rage boiled. “He won’t be remembered for the good things and the best parts of him. He doesn't deserve that”

“What is there?”

Remus felt himself go still at her response.

“What?”

Walburga’s face gave nothing away but Remus swore he saw something in her gaze as she responded once more.

“What else is there?”

Remus swallowed thickly as the pain from the house still struck at him, never lessening. He had always been afraid of Walburga. But he was alive while she was just a portrait. She couldn’t hurt him any more than he was already hurt.

“Doing one of the most dangerous transfigurations spells for me. A spell that’s risky and takes months to complete. Just so that he could give me comfort during the full moon. He should be remembered for that.”

Remus felt tears rising in his eyes as his head pounded and Walburga just looked at him silently. She looked as if she were waiting.

“He should be remembered for always putting others first. He should be remembered for his unwavering loyalty. He should be remembered for his fierce defiance in the face of hatred. He deserves to be remembered for standing by his beliefs while his family told him he was wrong.”

Remus paused to catch his breath.

Walburga's mouth tightened. “Do you have any more memories?”

“I am made of memories.”

Walburga nodded tightly. “Then speak."

Remus wanted to refuse. He wanted to rage and scream and smash the house of Black, brick by brick. She didn’t deserve to hear. She abandoned him and ostracized him. She humiliated him and disowned him. She had no right to the memories of the lovely boy that was Sirius Black. But for a moment, he doesn’t want to think of Sirius being dead or being locked away in Azkaban. He only wants to remember the Sirius he knew.

So he speaks. He gives Walburga everything he has. Everything he remembers. An arrogant little boy on the train. The crying in his bed when he thought no one could hear him after the sorting ceremony. The way that the Gryffindor colors seemed to fit on him. The way the afternoon light turned his eyes from grey to a hundred shades of blues and greens mixed. The barking laughter he let out at 3 am in the dorms, waking up the entirety of Gryffindor tower. The way that his hair grew, little by little until it reached his jawline. The intensity in which he would gaze at Regulus during meals when the boy wouldn’t notice. How he hugged Remus when he confessed he was a werewolf. That first night that he joined him on a transformation and how Sirius’ eyes lit up fondly when Remus turned back to human in the morning. The way his laugh would echo in the halls of Hogwarts when he was running away from Filch. The way his hair twisted around his head when he flew on James’ broom. The way moonlight lit his face and made him look inhuman. Almost God-like. His terror and joy when he held Harry for the first time.

Before Remus knew it, it had been hours since he first began speaking. He finally registered the emotions in Walburga’s eyes and he realized. He realized that she remembered as well.

She remembered the joy that flooded her when she realized she was pregnant after trying for so long. The pain she felt as her body was ripped apart and her firstborn was brought into the world. The way his eyes twinkled and the giggles that would escape his mouth when Walburga leaned over his crib to smile at him. His chubby legs running around the house. The times she sat with him in bed and cast lumos for him because he was scared of the dark. The way he curled up on her, seeking comfort when he was sick. She remembered his joy when they brought Regulus home. She remembered how fiercely protective he was of his brother. The way he would take the blame for everything and shield Regulus. She also remembered when things started to go bad. The way Sirius’ eyes lost their light. The way his eyes were alight again when he came back home every summer but would fade by the time it came to go back to Hogwarts. She remembered the fights, the tears, the screaming, the anger. She remembered sobbing so hard the night he was disowned. So hard that the house shook. She remembered losing her son, her baby, her Sirius. The brightest star in her life. All because of her. Because her beliefs trumped her love for him.

Walburga turns away so Remus won’t see. But he does. The tears, the sobs shaking her shoulders as she remembers all she’s done. Her son, her beautiful son was dead. He would never smile again. He would never laugh again. The world would never see his light again. No one would know the beautiful boy he was. All anyone would remember was murderer and prisoner. They would never see a laughing boy corrupted by a dark world that made him grow up too fast.

They both stood there. A lone man and a lone woman in a portrait, crying over the same boy they had both lost. They both stand there and conjure up the boy they knew. Sirius, standing tall and proud. A large grin on his face. His grey eyes, alive and bright. Remus could almost feel his arms holding him tight. Almost.

They both feel each other memories. Walburga can feel the infinite love that Remus has for her son and the grief that consumes him. Remus can feel the infinite regret and pain Walburga suffers with. The memories come and come, surrounded by sobs and crying. They stand there, a Black, a Marauder, and the boy who was both.

The sun starts to set and Walburga has put her walls back up. Remus has given everything he has and more. He spared nothing of the boy he loved. They both stare at each other. Remus’s amber eyes, watery in pain and grief. Walburga’s grey eyes, sharp in hatred and grief. They stare at each other for what seems like hours.

“I’ve done it,” Walburga says. Remus looks around confused. He didn’t understand what she meant. Then he realizes. The pain. He no longer feels the pain wracking his body. For the first time in almost a month, his body doesn’t burn from the wards placed at Grimmauld Place. The relief from the pain makes him stand up straight and his breathing even out.

Walburga turns away and before she can leave to whatever place portraits hide in, Remus stops her.

“Why?”

She doesn’t turn around. He can hear her uneven breathing and the shakes in her shoulders from the sobs she’s trying to hide.

“For him.”

She walks away and Remus is left there, feeling empty and painless.

All of a sudden, he feels the sensation of magic in the house and he hears a quiet sound vibrating throughout. He follows the sounds through the house, corridor upon corridor until he comes to the room with the tapestry of the lineage of the members of the House of Black. Remus steps forward, slowly, to the last faces on the tapestry. A sob builds in his chest as he runs his fingers over the last face. The burn and explosion marks are gone from the tapestry. Sirius’ handsome face with his trademark Cheshire chat grin is woven into the fabric once more. It looks just like Sirius if he hadn’t spent years in Azkaban. His face tan and lovely, glowing with happiness. And next to him, connected by a dotted line representing love, was Remus’ face grinning. Two boys connected. Forever. Connected and unwavering by simple concepts like time, light, darkness, life, and death. These meant nothing to Remus. 

The golden light from the sunset painted the room in hues of beautiful gold and orange. He pressed his finger to Sirius' fabric cheek and let out a small, shuddering sigh. 

"I will always love you. The sun could go black and the stars could crash to earth and I will still always love you. Through light and darkness, I belong to you and you belong to me."

[angsty-omi]

second best.

tanaka ryūnosuke x reader; tanaka ryūnosuke x kyoko shimizu

genre: angst, heartbreak, cheating

word count: 1.5k

cw: insecurity

She was beautiful. Her silky black hair, perfect nose, nicely framed glasses, and a cute mole on her chin. Anyone could see it, every volleyball team in the tri-state area attempted to get her number. Kiyoko Shimuzu was her name, and you could not help but see the way your boyfriend looks at her.

The three of you went to school together, since primary. A trio, one would call it ever since the third grade. At recess, kids would say, “It’s no surprise that Y/N, Kiyoko, and Tanaka are all partnered together.” and during a specific game of soccer, you accidentally tripped over the ball and skid your knee. You bit your lip hard, trying not to cry in front of everyone. Your eyes were watery, at the fact that your knee hurt like hell and now everyone was staring at you. To your surprise, Tanaka ran over to you to help you up and guide you to the clinic. When you got there, the nurse sat you down and poured alcohol onto cotton balls. Tanaka offered his hand, and you gripped it lightly, with a slight shade of pink on your cheeks. It was a cute moment until the nurse dabbed onto your joint. Then, you tightly squeezed Tanaka’s hand and screamed some very colorful words. That night, your mom scolded you and sent you straight to your room. While you lay on your bed, you could not help but smile at the event that happened that afternoon. This was the start of your attraction towards Tanaka Ryūnosuke.

When you got to middle school, puberty started to hit you like a truck. The rapid growth of hormones made your face acne-infested. While everyone told you it was normal, you could not help but question why does Kiyoko’s face not look like this then? Her skin was clear and had a nice dew to it. The amount of money spent on drug store products could buy you a whole store. Acne was inevitable, already eating at your brain, and planting their seed called insecurity. Tanaka would always call Kiyoko terms like, ‘gorgeous’ and ‘goddess’ while you had what- ‘funny’? The summer going into high school, you decided to get medical help. Immediately, you were put on accutane. You did not want to see anyone during that whole summer, especially Tanaka. Accutane made your face very dry, crackled, and forced you to put on chapstick every minute. Locking yourself into your room all summer, made you lonely.

Sometimes, you could hear Tanaka and Kiyoko walk by your house and hear them say, “Has Y/N ever responded to your texts? It’s like she’s a ghost.” Tanaka asked.

“Nope, she hasn’t even answered to get our nails done, she must seriously be ghosting us,” Kiyoko responded.

You tear up at the guilt of ignoring your closest friends, but it’s hard when you’re in love with one of them and envious of the other. You did not want your toxic mindset upheld against them, so you justified that it was just for the best.

When fall came around, it was back to school. Your first year. The Accutane, though traumatizing, worked. In addition, being trapped in your room all day introduced you to makeup. Looking in the mirror, you actually started to like what you saw in the mirror. You’ve learned self-care and it paid off. Scanning the sheets on the wall, it looked like Tanaka was in your class and Kiyoko was in the honors one.

“Class 2-B” you read aloud to yourself and sat down at a desk. You left the one seat open next to you, just for Tanaka. When you saw him walk in, your heart skipped a beat. He looked different, in a good way. His hair was shaved, taller, and looked more mature. When you waved over to him, he just glared at you and sat at the seat farthest from you. This made your heart drop. Why was he acting like this? Did I do something? Does he not want to be my friend anymore? Questions rambling in your head. During lunch, you headed over to his desk and pulled the chair behind you to sit down. He just stared at you intently, furrowing his brows signifying anger.

“Ryo-channn, look what I brought,” you gleefully rang, knowing that he would never in a million years refuse your mom’s onigiris. When you took out your bento, you grabbed the onigiri with your hand and put it near his mouth. Still looking at you angrily, he took a bite from the onigiri in your hand and looked away from you.

“What’s wrong?” you worried. He did not respond, so you asked again. “You can’t just act like I don’t exist Ryo, especially if you’re eating from my invisible hand.”

“That’s funny, me acting like YOU don’t exist when you ghosted me for three months? I thought we were best friends, Y/N.” Now, you finally understood why he was so upset. Before you could speak up, there was a knock at the entrance, “Ryo, want to grab lunch together?” Kiyoko said in a monotone voice. It seems that Kiyoko too was also mad at you. You could not help it though, you and Kiyoko were basically sisters up until that summer. “Yeah, let me grab my stuff,” Ryo picked up all his belongings and left you in the dust.

That day, you waited for both of them after practice. Kiyoko was a manager and Tanaka was on the team. Two birds, one stone. When they walked out together, they both saw you. Murmuring to each other. You took a deep breath, “Listen, I’m sorry for not texting you guys back and not spending time with you during the summer. I-it’s just that I felt so i-insecure with myself, I didn’t want to bring you guys down with me y’know?” Tears started welling up in your eyes, you continued, “I would hear you guys talk about me when you passed by my house, and it took everything I had to not just run out and hug you guys. But, I couldn’t. I hated myself for the longest time and I was scared that you two would start to notice it. So, I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore, but you guys needed an explanation.” You sighed and started to turn around and leave. You fell to your feet, with two bodies tackling you down. “G-guys?” your eyes are still watery. Laughter emitted from their voices, “Don’t do it again or else we will kill you,” Kiyoko threatened.

It was the final set, both teams were tied. Yamaguchi was serving and Aoba Johsai hit it back with ease. The rally probably lasted around a minute, but to everyone, it was slowed down. Until, Tanaka passed the ball to Kageyama, and everyone thought he’d set it Hinata. Instead, he setter dumped. The crowd was silent, not realizing what just happened. Karasuno just won the preliminaries. Every student screamed and chanted at them. You and a couple of other people ran down to congratulate. You ran up to Tanaka’s arms and squeezed him. He swung you around joyfully, and you pulled your face back. There was a moment where it felt like it was just the two of you. The adrenaline of winning finally got to you, and you impulsively kissed him. It lasted maybe around a second or two before you finally realized what you were doing. Mortified, you were rambling with apologies.

“Can you please just forget this ever happen-” he cut you off. Warm lips were pressed onto your lips. You were shocked at first but slowly sunk into the kiss. This was the start of your relationship with Tanaka Ryūnosuke.

Kiyoko never spoke about her feelings about her best friends dating. In fact, she hated it. But it was out of character for her to be so opinionated. She could not stand the fact that you guys would cuddle during movie night nor how he would hold your hand during the walk home. She did not necessarily like Tanaka that way, but she did miss the attention he gave her. Who wouldn’t want someone calling you pretty 24/7? And to reject them was a power move. No one would ever know, but he was the reason why her confidence shot up. The confidence to reject handsome men on different teams. All started because of Tanaka. Although, now that he was with you, the flirting stopped. She could feel herself start to become jealous and it started to infect her brain. During practice, Yachi would gush about how cute you and Tanaka were while Kiyoko just had to listen.

“Y/N is too cute,” Yachi cheesed. Kiyoko couldn't take it anymore, “Listen, I am way prettier than Y/N and Tanaka could do much better” it just slipped out. She was surprised at what she just said, and even more surprised that she didn’t even feel an ounce of guilt.

“Like you?” a voice appeared. It was Tanaka. “R-Ryo,” she muttered. “We should talk outside.”

Once they were both outside, Tanaka spoke first.

“You don’t get to do this. You rejected me countless times and now t-that I’m with someone you can’t just profess your feelings for me.” Tanaka hissed.

“I-I know, it’s just- I didn’t realize what I had until I lost it. Imagine how I feel seeing you guys together, the man I love with someone else. Someone who is inferior to me.” Tears welled up in Kiyoko’s eyes.

“Do you even hear yourself right now? Love? Please. You don’t love me. You never will.” He bit his lip sharply.

Silence.

“Then look at me and tell me you don’t love me. Because not once have you said that you didn’t feel the same way, you only said that you were dating Y/N” Kiyoko sobbed.

“You know I can’t do that,” Tanaka whispered. Then, Kiyoko leeched on him, pressing her lips against his. He wasn’t kissing back, but he wasn’t pulling away either. He was conflicted. He was too dazed and decided to just give in.

Little did they both know, there you were watching at the scene. Well, now you were hiding behind a wall, peeking at them, kissing. You could physically hear your heart-shattering. After wiping the nonstop tears flowing on your face, you left.

Grief turned into anger. You threw every picture, gift, and sweater into the trash bag. Your eyes only saw red. Your room was left bare and cold. The bedroom door knocked in a rhythmic beat that only one person did. When he walked in, his eyes gazed at every spot in your room. It was empty.

You looked down at the ground, “I always knew I was second best in your heart.” You whispered, tears threatening your eyes. “What?” His face contorted in a confused stance. “I should’ve seen it coming y’know? But I just thought maybe— maybe he’d pick me.” You continued. He started getting worried, “What’re you talking about?” The fact that he was here, blatantly lying to you, gives you all the answers you needed.

“Please don’t act like that, not with me”

“Act like what?”

“Clueless. Ry-Tanaka,” you corrected yourself. “If you love her, then go for it. But don’t act like you’re still in love with me. It hurts-” Your voice broke mid-sentence.

“It was a mistake,” He pleaded.

“A mistake? No, mistakes happen impulsively. T-This whole thing with Kiyoko was premeditated. All my life, I have been trying to compete with her. Grades, appearances, and even you. And when I had you, I thought, I had won. I won the best prize ever. You. But now-” You dropped to your knees, “I don’t even have you.”

He wiped your tears with his hands, “But you do, you do have me,”

“No, no I don’t,” you denied.

“Yes you do baby, I’m right here. I choose you.”

You were not some decision, you were his girlfriend and yet, he thought that would make you happier. “Nonono, you don’t get it. I don’t want you anymore. These tears aren’t for you, they’re for me. Seeing you kiss Kiyoko? I felt nothing and that scared me. Maybe I wasn’t in love with you, maybe I just wanted to beat Shimizu that bad. Who knows? But, by the looks of it, I did win. I got to you first.” You punctuated every word, prying his hands off your face. Of course, you were lying your ass off. You’ve loved this man ever since that day in recess. Revenge had poisoned your heart though, and you wanted him to feel an ounce of you were feeling.

“We’re done. There I have let you go, now you are free to do anything you want with Kiyoko. Date her or reject her, it’s not my issue anymore.” Tanaka couldn’t even recognize you anymore. Though it was your voice and your physical look, it was like your soul had been drained, and in replacement was someone who was cold and emotionless.

A/N: I’m back! I’ve fixed my writing style so everything is capitalized properly. Requests are greatly appreciated! Just shoot a message. Also, this story was inspired by my drabble and a person actually asked me to write one for Tanaka, so here you go @aestheticno !

likes & repubs are greatly appreciated. :D