#|| oof this song is soothing tonight ||

[illneverrecover]

swear not by the moon (M) | jhs & pjm

➛pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader x Park Jimin ➛genre: werewolf!AU, hybrid!AU, slight ABO dynamics (mostly Alpha, tbh), PWP, smut, fluff, a pinch of angst. ➛word count: 6987 (she thicc) ➛rating: M ➛warnings: ~werewolf kinks~, power play dynamics, slight dom/sub (mostly Alpha being in control, but you get the gist), oral (female receiving), dirty talk, marking/biting, brief mentions of blood, cum play, fingering, rough sex, copious amounts of cum, slight degradation (in the form of the word ‘bitch’ because, ya know, werewolves), doggy style (see before reasoning), over-sensitivity, knotting, cock warming, hints of polyamory. ➛summary: Tonight is the night you are consummating your mate bond with your Alpha - if you can prove first to his Beta that you are worthy to do so. ➛notes: OOF. I’ve been itching to do a werewolf piece ever since I had to cancel my @ksmutclub​ submission last Halloween, and my love @jimins-ass-eater​ rolled through with the win! After showing her my original outline, she commissioned for me to finish this fic like the angel she is. This one was originally just a porn without plot, but I tried to rework some more story in while still focusing on the filth, and that’s just the way Suzu likes it. Thank you so much for your support bb and I hope you like this! 🖤 ➛song: Swear Not by the Moon - GOT7 & Teeth (Nightcore version) - 5SOS

Tonight is the night you officially mate to your lover, and you’re shaking like a leaf.

The scarlet dress you chose was short silk, slinky lines grazing the tops of your legs and see through chiffon long sleeves that settle in the middle of your palm. You didn’t even realize that the fabric was that long until this moment, when the delicate cloth was being tested by the tight press of your nails into your fist.

The night air nipped at the bare skin of your thighs, the wind causing you to shiver as you approached the Alpha’s house. Being half werewolf meant that the blood that ran through your veins left you almost feverish, so a jacket had seemed pointless - but clearly, you had overestimated your nerves.

Raising your hand to the door, you only get a single rap in before it swings open, the boxy smile of Taehyung awaiting you on the other side. He was one of the Alpha’s closest advisers and ‘brothers’, one of your dear friends - though you were surprised to see him.

“They’re ready for you upstairs,” he nods, gesturing towards the hall leading to the second floor. You eye him, wondering if he was going to wait around. You know it’s customary for those important to the Alpha to witness the ceremony, but anxiety had your heart thudding painfully in your chest at the thought.

As if sensing your discomfort, he gives you another wolfish grin. “Don’t worry, princess. I’m not staying. The two of them can testify just fine without me.” 

He gives you a slight bow before turning and exiting the home, leaving you in the foyer by yourself to gain courage and climb the stairs.

There was no reason to be this nervous, you told yourself. It’s Hoseok - your Alpha, your mate - who’s waiting for you up there, ready to officially consummate your mating and declare it to the pack, the world. You’ve known Hoseok since you were both young, your human mother being very close with Hoseok’s own purebred mom, making you instant friends. Days were spent running around the compound with Hoseok and his best friend, Jimin, the three of you counting down the months until your 16th birthday when you would go through your first full shift together into wolf form and find your role. You had been an inseparable trio, there for each milestone, for every shift, from confirming that Hoseok was an Alpha, to finding out he was the next pack leader.

You shouldn’t be scared.

And yet your legs shake as you take each step, the excess adrenaline rushing through your bloodstream triggering your wolf senses to activate. You could sense them, their scent intermingling and comforting you, reminding you that there was nothing to be worried about. You knew them, loved them, would do anything for them.

Gaining resolve, you knock twice on the frame, straightening your back and forcing a deep breath in through your nose-

“Hi, beautiful,” a soft voice greets you, a shaky smile on his face. One hand reaches out, palm up. “Are you ready for this?”

Releasing the breath, you grin back, nodding once before placing your hand in his. Your nerves are soothed the minute you feel his skin against yours, and as his thumb rubs against the top of your hand, bravery fills your lungs. 

“Yes, Beta. I am ready to prove myself worthy of the Alpha.” 

You hear Jimin’s growl of approval first, his hand slipping out of yours to pull something out of his back pocket - a thick midnight strip of silk; a blindfold. Eyeing him, you see his deep blue hair styled out of his face, as if he had run his hands through it incessantly, and his cheeks tinted pink - with lust or anxiety, you aren’t sure. 

He moves behind you, exposing your Alpha for the first time, Hoseok’s body folded in the large crushed velvet chair directly across from the bed. His crimson hair was styled in a side part, sweeping back to expose his forehead and give you an unobstructed view of the spun gold of his eyes. He appraises you, gaze dragging from the crown of your head down the exposed skin of your legs, and though he doesn’t speak, you can see the enthusiastic consent shining in his eyes, in the low rumble of his growl.

And then your sight is taken, the blindfold placed over your eyes, secured with a knot at the back of your head before you feel a touch at the small of your back. 

You’re guided into the large room, tentative steps taken with Jimin’s gentle direction as he leads you to stand before the Alpha. Once you are in position he slides away, your senses sharpened when the comfort of his body is no longer close. 

For a moment everything remains still, heavy breathing and the steadily increasing smell of desire the only signs of the two other wolves in the room. Biting your tongue, you fight your instinct to call out to him, to say anything at all, lest you ruin the ceremony.

“Then, my mate,” Hoseok rasps, his voice low and thick with need. “Prove that you are worthy to me. If you are able to take my Beta, then your loyalty and merit to your Alpha will be known to the pack.” 

You knew the words were coming, and yet you gasp, warmth rushing to your cheeks, arousal pooling low in your belly as the implication settles over you.

“Jimin,”

“Yes, Alpha?” 

“Fuck my mate, make sure she is deserving of your Alpha.”

You had always known one of them would be your mate.

It was the only thing that made sense, that explained why you were so drawn to the two boys back in your youth, always being pulled to their sides. Yes, your mothers were all friends, and so time spent together was imminent, but forming bonds between you three had been fate. 

Being a hybrid, you knew how the pack viewed your kind from the time you were born, your parents always reminding you with cautionary tales. Hybrids were looked down upon; the lower end of hierarchy, bottom of the pack. Your father, a pureblood wolf, had found his mate in your mother, a human. While such relationships weren’t forbidden, they were frowned upon, and yet your parents risked it all for the call of their mate, their twin flame.

And while they would never regret their choice, they were worried about what the consequences would mean for you. 

Luckily, once Hoseok and Jimin were in the picture, they didn’t have to worry any longer. They were always by your side, looking out for you, protecting you. Both boys being of pureblood lineage, their families were respected, and by being in their good graces, the same was extended to you - somewhat. It helped that their closest friends within the pack were also so accepting (with perfect pedigrees to boot), the five other boys always around if Hoseok and Jimin were not. Namjoon and Jin were invariably ready to defend your honor at a drop of a hat, Yoongi and Taehyung prepared to console you after a long day. And the youngest of the bunch, Jungkook,  frequently offered to fight anyone you could possibly want him to, often dying for a chance to flex his muscles. They had become a family within the pack of disapproval, and inside the small group you felt like you had a place, a purpose - a home.

It didn’t stop the whispers, the glares you would get the closer you all got to your 16th birthdays, to your first shift as wolves. Hoseok had come from a long line of Alphas, his status basically guaranteed for his first transition, however Jimin was a wildcard. Hybrids weren’t given rank as it wasn’t promised that they would be able to shift at all, and so there was talk about the reputation you would bring them, especially if you didn’t have a wolf.

You’ll never forget the relief that flooded your system during that first shift, the feel of  your bones settling into your wolf and the freedom that your soul felt as you ran alongside your best friends. True to speculation, Hoseok was granted the rank of an Alpha, and Jimin a Beta; the perfect duo. Once you had shifted back into your human skin, you hadn’t been able to stop smiling, your cheeks aching with joy over the success of your friends, over having a wolf.

However, the pack wasn’t nearly as enthused. 

If anything, the rumors and gossip become incessant, whispers following the three of you like a ghost wherever you went. 

‘That Jung boy is an Alpha, he shouldn’t spend so much time with her.’

‘Jimin will likely be his Beta, why doesn’t he say something? He knows it’s not proper.’

‘What if one of them mates with her? What will their parents think?’

They told you to ignore it, of course. Reminded you that times were changing, that old traditions were being disassembled to make way for new ones, that one day it won’t matter what the others think. Jimin was always the first to point out that even if one of them were your mates, that it could be quite some time before the bond even took place; the mating call usually only becoming apparent during a time of high stress or pain. Who knows what will have changed by then? 

 You took solace in the fact that they didn’t seem to care about what others said, that they alongside the other five boys were always ready to reassure you. But it didn’t stop the small, lingering voice in your mind that whispered to you in the dark of night, that slowly dripped poisonous words until they hummed lowly in the background of your thoughts - what if the pack is right? What if you aren’t good enough for them?

That inner voice got louder the day that Hoseok was named next pack Alpha. 

The current pack Alpha was sick, body riddled with a cancer that was only growing, and he had named his successor knowing that his time left was limited, wanting to spend his final days off with his mate instead of settling pack business. He made the announcement nonchalantly, as if he was discussing the weather or other small talk, asking everyone to gather in the center of the compound before calling Hoseok to the front.

You remember how Hoseok had startled at his name, how quickly his heart started racing as he made his way to the dying Alpha, Jimin trailing softly behind him. You remember staring up at him, eyes glossy with pride and fear, nodding reassuringly when he started to recite the pack Alpha creed - and you remember the blinding hot heat of the mate bond suddenly snapping into place.

Hoseok had stiffened, eyes widening as he found your face in the crowd, the red string of fate clearly visible now between you both. Slowly, your scent evolved, undernotes sliding into perfect harmony to match his own, and it was all he could focus on, barely remembering to finish the words cementing his title. True to form, the mating bond had made itself known in a time when the red headed Alpha had needed it most, and it was you - his best friend, his confidant, the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. 

You hadn’t missed the way Jimin reacted; how his brow pinched as if in pain, the way his eyes were swimming in unspoken emotion as he glanced between his Alpha and you. You wanted to call out to him, to explain - as if there was anything to explain - but instead, he gave you a wide grin, stepping forward to then speak the words that would ascertain his place as Hoseok’s Beta.

When the ceremony was complete, Hoseok had stalked towards you with a new softness in his eyes, and all you could think when he wrapped his arms around you for the first time as mates was that you would give him the entire world if he asked - and you didn’t want to let him down.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the pack to find out what had happened, for the unwanted criticism to be hurled in your direction. While Hoseok formed his own counsel made up of his close friends - the boys you had grown with from childhood - as pack Alpha, it didn’t stop the members from the previous court from trying to guide him; encouraging him to deny the mate bond to you and find himself a proper wolf for a male of his stature. He was reminded of all the benefits of a pureblood mating; how powerful his pups would be with another pureblood female, how it would strengthen his claim as pack Alpha, protect everyone from any other nearby packs. And, as if an afterthought, how a pureblood female would be able to handle the official mating ceremony better, wouldn’t let emotions and other unspeakably human traits stop them from performing the tradition.

Hoseok wouldn’t hear it, eyes blazing with a flash of molten gold when he growled back that he had found his mate, and there would be no further discussion on the matter - that the next wolf that dared to insult his mate like that again better be ready to fight, or be prepared to leave. 

But their opposing arguments echoed in your mind for days.

Your sweet Alpha was always there to talk you through it, explaining that the mating ritual was centuries old but not necessary, that if you weren’t comfortable with it he’d abolish it immediately. He never wanted to make you do anything you didn’t want, that he knew and could feel your love and loyalty to him and didn’t need a silly ‘test’ to prove it.

And just when you would start to acquiesce, you’d see another sneer, hear another dirty insult about your hybrid status, and you felt your resolve firm.

You would go through with this ceremony to prove that you belonged by Hoseok’s side. You would prove to the entire pack that you were worthy, that hybrids were deserving and stronger then history would have them believe. That you could do this, that you were to be respected - as was your Alpha. 

And with your declaration, the ritual had been planned for the next full moon.

“Is this okay?”

Jimin’s voice is as soft and tentative as his fingertips grazing your arm, the delicate way his free hand moves to cup your shoulder. You wonder what his face looks like, what’s hiding beneath his stoic and gentle eyes, but instead you just nod.

With a slight push, he begins to walk you backwards towards where you remembered the large bed was placed in the room, directly under the expansive skylight that was currently framing the moon’s bright glow. You swore you could feel the nerves in his touch, in the way he sucks air between his teeth, and you curse that you can’t just rip off the blindfold and console him - even while part of you knows that would make things worse.

Stopping only when the backs of your thighs hit the resistance of the mattress, you reach out to cling to him, pulling him closer to you. Desire is mounting, a slow dull ache beginning to make itself apparent between your thighs, and you just want him to do something, anything-

“Your sight has been taken, leaving you to the devices of your Alpha and his Beta, to prove that your loyalty lies with your mate,” Jimin murmurs, lips dancing around the curve of your ear and leaving you shivering. “With your senses dulled, do you trust your Alpha? Believe that he will make the right choices to protect you and honor the pack?”

It’s a question, you know, but the way Jimin speaks it makes it sound like a fact, a declaration - that they will never hurt you, that you can always rely on them, if you so choose. 

“Yes,” you claim, voice steady for likely the first time all evening. “I trust my Alpha. I trust you both.”

Jimin’s breath hitches in surprise, not expecting your last words, but you could feel his lips grinning against the shell of your ear. 

“Thank you, princess.” He places a chaste kiss at your pulse point, before moving away from your frame once more.

“Your mate has confirmed her stance, Alpha. If you accept this, the blindfold can be removed at this time.” 

Heart thudding in your chest, you await Hoseok’s response, no doubt in your mind that he’ll agree to move forward with the ritual, but unable to stop the voice lingering in the recess of your mind whispering that you aren’t good enough - never good enough, not for him.

As if he could sense your worry, you suddenly feel Hoseok’s presence in front of you, his scent becoming stronger as he reaches out to tuck an errant strand of hair behind your ear. “Yes, I accept her vow, now and always,” he assures, thumb tugging at your lip briefly before his hand moves to untangle the knot holding the blindfold in place.

Blinking, you let your eyes adjust to the room, pupils blown wide at the sight before you. Jimin is flushed, his hand continuously coming up to brush his navy hair away from his face as his gaze turns fierce, eyes flashing to the icy blue color of his wolf. Next to him, Hoseok is every bit the Alpha - tall, broad, imposing without having to lift a finger.  A dangerous smirk is on his face, and you swallow thickly thinking about what comes next. 

Wordlessly, Jimin moves forward, cautious when he reaches out to put his arms around your waist. His eyes are searching, imploring you for assurance that he isn’t upsetting you, and when you give him a quick nod, he rests his forehead against yours. 

You stay like that for a breath, two, before he leans in, pressing his pillowy lips against yours. The kiss is modest at first, easy brushes of his pliant mouth against yours, but when he feels your tongue sweeping out to taste him, he pulls back with a gasp. 

“Are- are you okay? Are you sure this is okay?” he cups your face, fear etched into his brow. “Because if it’s not okay, we can stop, Hoseok understands-”

Rushing forward, you silence him with another kiss, your tongue successfully finding purchase in his mouth, swirling against his own before you pull back. 

“Jimin, it’s okay. I’m okay. Do whatever you need to,” determination shines in your gaze, and you refuse to drop the eye contact until you’re sure he understands. “Do whatever you want to.”

A growl tears through his throat, and gone is the timid man you’ve grown up with, who was scared to touch you - and in his place is a wicked creature, dripping in lust and confidence. His  hands immediately sink into your hair to tug at the roots, his mouth moving against yours voraciously, hungrily. He kisses like a man starved, licking and biting at tender flesh until you’re whining, head rolling to the side to bare your throat. 

He nuzzles down the expanse of your neck, trying desperately not to scent you, even if every instinct he’s ever known is roaring at him to do the opposite. You smell so sweet, so exquisite, and he feels the sharp point of his canine drag along your vein as his mouth waters.

“Fuck, I wish I could mark you, just once,” he rasps, nipping and dragging his tongue against the base of your throat. “You would look so pretty with my mark right here…”

“No marking, Jimin.” 

Hoseok’s voice was like ice water in your veins, and your eyes snap open as Jimin bites at your collarbone lightly, playfully. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to. I’ll be good.” 

He pulls away then, raising a brow at your wanton state, impish grin erasing any signs of shyness that were lingering. Palms slide down the front of your dress until they reach the hem, pausing only to change direction once they meet the softness of your thighs to pull it over your head. He stares at you while he reaches for your panties, ripping them off of you with a flick of his wrist before he throws them over his shoulder. 

Jimin steps into your inseam, moving closer until you drop to the bed, sitting up with the ravenous werewolf standing between your legs. His hand slides to your jaw, turning you to look at him. “But you don’t want me to, do you, princess?”

Forgetting to breathe, your arousal builds rapidly at the predatory tone in his voice, at the lecherous way he stares at your heaving breasts. 

“You don’t want me to be good, to behave,” he purrs, climbing over your waist as he pins you to the mattress. “You want me to do whatever I want, want me to claim you, too. It’s why you agreed to this ceremony, isn’t it?” Dropping his head, he noses the line of your neck, trailing until he’s down between your cleavage. “You wanted to do this because you wanted me, too - right Princess?”

Moaning, you writhe against him, gasping when you feel the hard line of his cock tempestuously close to your center. He sits up long enough to rip your bra from you, kissing his descent down your body until he’s lodged between your thighs, glistening cunt on full display.

You wait for him to say something else, tease you more, but instead he presses his face into your heat, inhaling deeply before his tongue is sliding languidly through your folds. 

“Fuck, Jimin,” you cry, a hand fisting in his indigo locks. His mouth is vicious as it moves against you, flicking and suckling until you are practically sobbing, clit pulsating with lack of friction. No matter how much you tug on his hair, how hard you grind his face against you, he continues his leisurely pace, lapping at you like he has all the time in the world.

“Jimin, please,” you beg, body buzzing with pleasure. Your high was so close, just on the tip of his tongue, and your patience was waning. “Please just make me come, I wanna come.”

Humming against you, he looks up then, icy eyes barely visible over the line of your cunt. “You taste so fucking sweet, Princess. So good, I can’t get enough.” Pausing, he leans closer to your engorged bundle of nerves, pulling it in between plush lips, enjoying the way your body violently contorts. “I could spend all night between your thighs.”

Whining at his words, you paw at him to no avail, body still suffering under the torture his ruthless mouth is causing. Flopping back in frustration, you form a plan in your mind, fingers finding purchase in his tangled tresses to give a few experimental yanks.

Bracing yourself, you pull the wolf up by his hair, using your often ignored strength as a hybrid to your advantage. He detaches from you with a grunt, flipping to his back easily as you exploit his shock to climb on top of him, peering down at him with a grin.

“And I said I wanna come,” you croon, hands reaching between your bodies to yank at the fabric still covering him until it was in tatters. Thrilled satisfaction is a heady cocktail coursing through your veins, making you feel lightheaded as you took in the awestruck wolf below you. With no barriers, you could feel his firm shaft buried between your lower lips, and you rock forward, gliding until your clit nudged his swollen cockhead.   “Are you going to make me come?”

A growl of assent rips through the room, your Alpha’s pride beaming at how you managed to pin his Beta and take control. His pleased sounds just make you feel more drunk with power, and you lean forward to curl a hand around Jimin’s pearly  throat, hips rolling until his length catches on your entrance. 

Jimin lets you push down against him, hands gripping the flesh of your hips to steady you as you impale yourself down on his dick. The lithe hand around his neck squeezes once before slipping to his chest, your head falling forward as you feel every inch of him seated inside of you, pelvis resting flat on his own.

He can feel your cunt fluttering around him, adjusting to the sensation of intrusion. Your bottom lip is trapped painfully between your teeth, eyes closed to the pleasure, and Jimin gasps at the sight. He allows himself a breath, two, to fully drink in this image of you on top of him, full of him - knowing it wasn’t one he would be seeing again. 

Still grasping at your waist, he begins to thrust upwards brusquely, smirking to himself when you immediately cry out a choked version of his name. He likes that - his wolf likes that, needs you to do again. Digging his nails into your side, he pulls you until your body lays flush against his own, breasts trapped against the hard lines of his chest - before bending his knees to drive his cock into you with more force. 

“I’ll make you come, little bitch,” he hisses, pace not faltering. You whine at the nickname - a common one within the wolf community, but one the Beta had never used to address you, until now. His hands trace down and around your hips, grabbing the globes of your ass forcefully. “But you’re going to say my name when you do.”

He’s dragging your pelvis against his own, grinding you against him as he continues to plunge you on his cock, the combination of his ministrations hurdling you towards your impending orgasm. It’s delicious the way the friction lights your nerves on fire, the way he reaches the tender spot of your walls just enough to have your mouth watering, and you find yourself giving him exactly what he wants. 

“Jimin!” you moan, voice pitching as the edges of your vision became blinding white. A satisfied growl rumbles through his chest, his lips suddenly tangling against yours. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs, sweat beading on his forehead as he bounces you on his length relentlessly. “Come for me,”

Another cry of his name tears through your throat, your high cresting into an explosion of burning stars, your cunt contracting around him as if to pull him in deeper. Jimin continues his torture, crushing you against him with delicious friction to draw out the pleasure until you were practically hiccuping against him, boneless. 

“Fuck, that was so hot,” he whines, his cock throbbing with every pulse of your pussy as you milk him through your orgasm, his thrusts becoming frenzied and desperate. He can feel you dripping down his length, your arousal coating him, the scent overpowering the room and driving his wolf to the brink - and abruptly he’s releasing inside you without warning, mouth latching onto your neck as he spills his seed, teeth careful to not puncture the skin.

Sucking in air, you remain collapsed on top of Jimin, mind still hazy from your climax. It’s only when you feel a brush against your brow that you peel your eyes open, see the towering Alpha before you.

Ah, yes. This wasn’t over. 

“You did so good, Princess,” Hoseok coos, smiling down at you as he loops an arm around your naked form to pull you from the Beta. Gingerly, he lays you on the bed adjacent to Jimin, climbing to kneel next to you. 

“And you too, Jimin.” he looks over to the man beside you, pride raging in his gaze. “Thank you for making sure she was worthy of your Alpha. Thank you for treating her so well.” 

Jimin seems to get choked up then, eyes brimming with emotion, but he smiles and gives Hoseok a nod. “Of course, Alpha.” 

He sits up, pausing to await further instruction, but when Hoseok moves to lean over you, Jimin coughs, awkwardly scanning the room. 

“I… I should go. Let me just grab my clothes and then I’ll wait downstairs-”

“No.” Hoseok’s voice is stern, the command evident in his tone. “No, you will stay - in this room, and on this bed.”

You raise a brow then, matching Jimin’s confusion as you peel your eyes open to stare up at the wolf, waiting for him to proceed. 

“We are a pack together. All of us at the compound, all 8 of my counsel - my brothers, of course - but most especially, the three of us.” His eyes flick from you to the Beta, making sure you were both listening before he continues. “It’s always been the three of us. Regardless of status, of mates, of whatever is thrown our way. That isn’t ever going to change.” 

Heart thrumming in your chest, joy takes flight under your skin at his words, at the new declaration he was affirming. It was the three of you against the world, and now it always would be. 

Jimin chuckles in delight, elation shining in his ice blue eyes as he sits back onto the bed, moving to prop himself up near the headboard. “Yes, Alpha,” he resolves, wry grin tugging at his lips as he nods towards you. “Well, don’t let me keep you.” 

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that.”

Hoseok’s returning snicker has chills racing down your spine, the wolf inside instantly recognizing the power of the Alpha kneeling before you. His eyes glow gold under heavy lids as he begins to undress slowly, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips as he devours you with a gaze. 

His bare chest is tanned, sinewy muscles rippling as he unbuttons his pants, freeing his thick length to bob against his toned stomach. His cock is just as beautiful as he is, girthy and long, a perfect tapered tip, and you wish that you had a moment to lavish it with your tongue, to taste him fully. Every inch of him is lethal, calm ferocity, overflowing in authority, and you can feel the gush of your arousal mixed with Jimin’s seed smearing against the tops of your thighs as you wait for him to claim you. 

Towering over you, Hoseok drops his head to nuzzle at your cheek, turning your head until he can bury himself in the crook of your neck. “So beautiful,” he whispers, lips insatiable against heated skin. “My mate is so beautiful, so perfect.”

There’s tenderness in his voice, controlled carnal lust veiled thinly in the intensity of his love, and you soften at his touch. “You’re perfect, Hoseok. My Alpha.” 

A throaty purr rumbles in his chest as he trails his tongue against your flesh, following the line until he can capture your mouth with his own. The kiss is searing, white hot electric as your tongues intermingle, teeth dragging against swollen lips. His hand travels down your body, nail tracing a thin path until he’s at your sopping cunt.

“Such a messy girl, hmm? Jimin gave you so much of his come, and this is what you do with it?” He clicks his tongue in mock disapproval, fingers sliding in the sloppy mess only to then press inside of you. 

Jolting at the sensation, you whine as he continues to scoop up the viscous liquid before shoving it inside your aching center, body raw and smoldering with each intrusion. When he deems the job complete, he plops his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

“I’m going to fuck it all out of you, princess,” the grin he gives is shameless, causing blood to rush to your cheeks. “I’m going to fuck it all out of you and then fill you up again, until you’re dripping with nothing but me.”

The digits that were in his mouth are now tapping against yours, lips parting to allow him to press against the bed of your tongue. His eyes darken as he watches, a satisfied hum low in his throat. “Do you understand?” 

Nodding, you mumble the words around his fingers, voice thick with need. “Yes, Alpha. I want to be filled with you, want you to ruin me.” 

Just like with the Beta before, you see a bright flash in Hoseok’s topaz gaze before the wolf in him seems to take over, a feral smirk curling his mouth. A famished low growl is your last warning until strong hands are flipping your body, placing you on your stomach before pulling your hips up, presenting your bare center to him. 

His palm reigns down on your ass cheek, blossoming the skin pink, retching a cry from your throat. “Jimin, help hold her in place for me, hmm? I don’t want my perfect little bitch going anywhere.” 

Arousal floods you at his words, and you clench tightly in a poor attempt to keep from leaking all over the tops of your thighs. Wordlessly, you tilt your head up and meet Jimin’s gaze just as he gives you a lecherous smile, hands moving to pull yours to lay in front of your head, wrists pinned by his grasp.

With your head and chest down and ass up, you were exquisitely offered to the Alpha, and the subservience alone has you trembling with anticipation. You can feel Hoseok move to kneel behind you, the scalding heat of his skin so close to yours, large palms kneading and yanking at the flesh of your hips.

The desire to have him inside of you is driving you mad, your body writhing to feel any inch of him. He chuckles at the scene, appeasing you with lazy strokes of his thick length up and down your soaked slit. Mewling, you move to reach behind you, wanting to force him to plunge into your walls, but a quick squeeze of Jimin’s hand reminds you of his presence. 

The Beta clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “So impatient. You’re completely helpless but so desperate for our Alpha, aren’t you?”

Hoseok drags his cock until it barely catches on your entrance, making you drop your head with an embarrassed whine. 

“Good,” he murmurs, rolling his hips so that he slowly sheaths himself in your warmth. “I hope you are ready for me, because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” 

Unable to take the torture a moment longer, you sway your hips back, sinking onto his length fully with a cry of his name. The tension of your arms being stretched out slowly ebbs into pleasure, your back bowing to ensure every delicious inch of him is now buried inside of you.

“Don’t stop, Alpha.”

Your words seem to be a trigger, and the wolf behind you growls out a rasp of your name before he slides out - only to slam so hard into you that your teeth rattle. 

The pace he sets is punishing, skin slapping on skin as he pistons in and out of you with otherworldly strength. Deep groans harmonize with your high pitched whines, your head turning to the side to gasp for air as you take him fully with each thrust. You understand now why he had Jimin pin your arms - holding you in place as you thrash forward with every assault of Hoseok’s pelvis. 

The Alpha’s hands abandon your hips to press into the mattress on either side of your head, body looming over you. His mouth falls to your neck, biting and sucking marks until they’re blooming in a dark red violet, making your toes curl. Hoseok alternates between marking you and praising you, pressing words of affirmation into each bruise he indulges.

“You feel so good, so fucking wet and tight, all for me,” he croaks against your skin, mouth spit slick and raw. “All for me, my perfect princess, my mate, my mate-”

A high pitched keen rips from his chest, and you feel his canines drag against the thin flesh of your throat as his hips pick up momentum, pounding into your center. You know what’s coming, and you feel the band in your belly tighten at the thought, your cunt throbbing in time to your pulse. 

A hand that was holding himself up moves to grasp at your breast, tugging and twisting the nipple until you sob, hurtling you towards your climax.

“Claim me, Hoseok,” you whisper, turning your head to give him better access. “Mark me as your mate.” 

A sharp howl echoes through the room, your wolf cantering with a needy plea as you bare your throat to the Alpha, giving yourself up to him. Even the Beta answers the cry, your wrists forgotten as he shows allegiance to his leader, tilting his head to expose his neck.

It’s then you feel Hoseok’s teeth puncture your skin, his mouth latching right to the curve of where the column of your throat flows into your shoulder. The hand previously pawing your breast is now at the base of your neck, holding you tightly as he suckles at the wound, drinking deeply from your life’s blood. 

Crisp pain bubbles into mindless pleasure, the mate bond now fully snapping into place as he continues to fuck into you, propelling you to your end. With his mouth working at your neck and cock pounding into you, you’re unable to hold back any longer - letting out a piercing cry of his name as you’re thrown headfirst over the edge. 

The orgasm is intense, blinding, your body convulsing as waves of euphoria crash over you. It seems like hours pass before the high wanes, leaving you dizzy and your mouth dry. Hoseok isn’t faring much better, muttering nonsense as he works you through it, your cunt squeezing him with every ripple until he’s groaning out a warning.

“I’m gonna come, f-fuck,”  he grits his teeth, nuzzling against your cheek. “Gonna knot you.”

The sensation of him swelling inside of you has your eyes widening, body flinching with oversensitivity. “Hoseok, I can’t - I don’t think I can take-”

“Shh, you can take it, I know you can,” he coos, his hand slipping to rub at your engorged clit, causing you to cry out. “My mate, my good girl,”

His mouth finds your mate mark, licking and nibbling it when his hips start to stutter against you, his choked moans ringing in your ear. You feel his release coat your walls, followed by an increase in pressure that’s minor at first, but rapidly increases. Wiggling, you try to move away, but he holds you to him, sweeping the hair out of your face. “You’re doing so well, taking it so well. It’s almost over.”

Just as you plead that you cannot possibly take any more, the swelling stops, trapping him deep within your core. You feel so full, almost uncomfortably so, but your body seems to adjust quickly, a flushed heat smoldering in your gut at the ache. Hoseok presses a lingering kiss on your mark before shifting you so that you’re both on your sides, him cradling your back with an arm slung low on your waist.

To your surprise, he even beckons Jimin over, who immediately comes to lay facing you, hand reaching to clasp your own, sincere smile creasing his eyes. Your chest tightens with affection, heart ballooning as you lie between your two wolves, basking in the love they’ve shown you, bathing under the pale light of the full moon. 

It takes about a quarter of an hour for the knot to deflate, Hoseok wincing when he finally slides his softened cock out from inside of you. The satiety you had felt remained, even as some of his seed begins to dribble from your spent center, and to your delight your mate refuses to allow you to clean it up, instead resuming your previous cuddling positions.

With your body nuzzled warmly between the Alpha and Beta, your lids grow heavy with fatigue, idle chat of the men lulling you into a light sleep. You can hear them whispering, talking lowly over your snoozing form, but can’t bring yourself to focus on the words.

“So, does your earlier declaration mean this could happen again?” Jimin smirks, smugness evident in his tone despite the question.  

Hoseok hums. “Maybe. Who knows? I’ll never say never, though ultimately it’s up to her.”

“Well, we might want to keep that between the three of us, then. I can practically hear Jungkook’s indignant cries about fairness if he finds out.”

The redhead barks out a laugh at that, his chest vibrating against your back. “Good point. The pup did always have a bit of a crush on her,” he trails off, hand reaching to clap against Jimin’s shoulder. “But he isn’t the only one.”

Silence envelops the room then, breaths and heartbeats the only white noise calling for you to give into the siren song of sleep. Blinking, you force your eyes open to peer up at Jimin, wanting to say something, anything to reassure him - but the Alpha beats you to it.

“It’s okay, Jimin. I know. I know she knows, too - and we both love you. Mate bond or not, it will always be the three of us.”

You can’t see Hoseok’s face, but you can hear the sincerity in his voice, the genuine love in his words. However, you can see Jimin’s expression, and your pulse races at the smile you find there, the mirrored adoration shining in his eyes as he stares at the Alpha before dropping his gaze to yours. 

“I know.” His hand reaches out, thumb smoothing the angle of your jaw, giving you a knowing look before he glances back at Hoseok. 

 “It will always be the three of us, no matter what.”

[magicianapprenticelyra]

Day III: Julian—Murder [THAT HE DIDN’T COMMIT]

Featuring Apprentice!Lyra Nguyen, Julian Devorak, Portia Devorak, the locals of Nevion, and the late Lilinka.

Upon arrival in Nevion, Lyra got swept up in a grand scale of warm greetings from Portia and Julian’s childhood friends. The latter rescues Lyra as their questioning grows to be overwhelming for her.

The crowd shuffles them from the docks to one of the local pubs. The bartender instantly recognizes Julian, admonishing him for being away for so long.

“Well I’m here now, aren’t I?” Julian replies. He gets a drink for that, and that’s how it all begins.

As Julian is surrounded by his friends, his very presence also gets the attention of other patrons. This leaves Lyra off to the far end of the table, though she didn’t mind. Between them, Julian’s the more sociable one.

Lyra keeps to herself for the most part. This doesn’t last for long, for she’s soon politely making conversation with those that wanted to know more about her. They want to know how this young woman got entangled in Julian’s heartstrings.

One person, however, stands out to Lyra. This person sulks nearby, no more than two people away from her. They didn’t seem to be very impressed with any of the conversation pertaining to the young woman.

When Portia notes Lyra is a powerful magician that’s sweet, kind, and a bookworm, there’s a scoff from the bitter patron.

“To be honest, I don’t think you’re Ilya’s type,” they snidely comment. From those within earshot, people give them a harsh reprimand, the loudest being Portia. Another patron goes so far as to throw a balled-up cloth napkin at the rude one.

“Well, you’re certainly not his,“ Lyra mumbles under her breath. Portia hears her regardless, snickering behind her hand.

Lyra gulps some water, taking a breath. Calm down calm down calm down. She stands, using the chair she vacated as a step, and hops on the table. Watch your step . . .

She approaches to where Julian’s seated, minding the table settings around her. The doctor’s startled upon realizing her added height, but his bewildered expression grows into a grin.

“Yes darling?” Julian asks. As he looks up at her, it’s seen that his gray eye is full of adoration. His gaze makes Lyra feel light.

She wordlessly holds out her hand, trying not to tremble. Julian’s gloved one takes it, and is gracefully pulled onto the table with her.

As if on cue, people pull instruments out from behind the bar.

We take turns being the ship that cast off all their moor lines, with the bow pointed to open ocean. Likewise, we’re each other’s anchor . . .

The thought soothes her, steadying her hands in Julian’s gloved one and on his hip. He was leading tonight.

Julian calls out a beat, and Lyra swings them both into an impromptu dance to the loud intro of a folk song.

On Mazelinka’s ship, the pair had practiced this particular dance. Then, the melody was hummed out by Julian, clapped out by Portia, Maz, and the rest of the crew.

Lyra’s grateful for it. A part of her revels in absolute joy as the person who voiced their rude opinion leaves the bar.

That was worth it.

***

“. . . and they were really rude about it!” Portia snaps, shaking her head.

Portia, Julian, and Lyra were making their way back to Mazelinka’s ship. While Lyra would’ve rather let sleeping dogs lie, Portia has blurted to her brother about what happened before Ly took her steps onto the table.

“It’s not a big deal . . .” Lyra murmurs, shaking her head. She readjusts her hold on Julian’s forearm, adding, “They were spouting nonsense. I know how Julian feels about me, and I know how I feel about him.”

“My dear,” Julian replies, “while I, uh, don’t wish to drag it, er, along any further, what they said affected you . . .”

“ . . . you looked ready to cry.”

. . . was she? Lyra stops in her tracks, prompting Julian to do as well. As she frantically mulls over it, Julian insists that Portia go on ahead.

“We’ll meet you there, Pasha,” Julian nods. Portia returns the gesture, making her way onward without them.

Julian shifts his arm to gently wrap over Lyra’s shoulders. “Walk with me?”

“Mm,” she nods. Lyra follows his lead, snuggling closer to his side.

“ . . . I think I know who they are,” Julian murmurs, taking a step in another direction.

“Who?”

“I rejected them a long time ago,” Julian chuckles. “It looks like they’re still bitter about it.”

“Huh.”

“I don’t think they’ll bother you anymore,” Julian reassures. “If not, we can make out in the middle of the road and—OOF!”

Lyra elbows him in the side, making him squawk. She laughs, soon pulling Julian into a kiss, apologetic.

After that, they walk in comfortable silence. It seems that they’re going nowhere in particular, until they pass by a sign that makes Julian pause.

“What is it?” Lyra murmurs.

“Ah, it’s the graveyard,” Julian replies. “Lilinka is buried in there . . .”

“The grandma that raised you?”

“Yes.”

They stand there a while, listening to the night breeze caress the boughs of trees.

“ . . . may I make introductions?” Julian murmurs.

Lyra nods, following his lead into the graveyard. Lyra produces an orb of light, passing it over the headstones arranged all around them. Many of them are people of middle age, and a handful are just a few months old.

Those make her wince the most.

Soon, the pair come upon a little headstone, just under a tree. Lyra shifts her arm away from Julian, helping him to clear the leaves. As he pulls the weeds, Lyra sets them into a small refuse bin a little ways away.

Once the area is completely cleared, Julian and Lyra kneel in front of the headstone. Julian greets it in Nevivi, his voice watery. He speaks a bit, on occasion gesturing to Lyra.

Lyra holds his hand, rubbing her thumb over the leather of his glove. Once he’s finished, he rubs his neck.

“ . . . I, er, told her about getting accused of murder . . .”

Lyra laughs, shaking her head. “I can only imagine her reaction!”

Julian concurs, his own laughter joining Lyra’s in a duet. He hugs her from the side, nuzzling the top of her head. In turn, she leans toward his cool body.

“Mm . . .” Lyra hums. Guiding the sphere of light back to herself, she asks, “Do you think she’d like me?“

“Knowing her?” Julian murmurs, kissing the top of her head. “Without a doubt.”

[chocoships]

Egoshiptober day 1: Moonlight 

pairing: Antiaverage, taking place in the Siren au 

Summary: Anti enjoy Chase’s company on a clear night sky as the moon shine down on them.

(This is the first actual fic I’ve written for this au so I’m pretty excited for it! I hope you guys will like it) 

The moon wasn’t quite full that night, a considerable part of it still hid in the shadow in its waxing phase, but it didn’t seem to matter much, for it stood high above in the dark sky fully unobstructed.

 The soft light of the moon and stars shone bright as ever upon a cold and almost empty beach, saved from its deserted status only by two faraway silhouettes laying on the coarse sand. The gentle light wavered on top of the restless water of the sea, creating warped strands of silver dancing on the sand and rocks of the seafloor. Its reflection illuminated the faces of the two figures enjoying the quiet and seclusion that the night brought to this place: an uncommon pairing of a siren and a man.

The waves lazily lapped at the creature’s tail, bringing with them the flickering strings of silver light onto his shining scales.

Anti was unbothered by the cold of the water continuously submerging his lower half; the rhythmic rising and receding on his skin had long been tuned out alongside the sensation of sand clinging to his back. His head comfortably lay on Chase’s lap, his eyes were closed as the man’s fingers kept passing through his drying hair, carefully brushing the entangled strands. A peaceful smile graced the siren’s feature as Chase’s voice filled the tranquil silence, accompanied by the ever present sound of the wind and waves crashing onto the sand. Anti had always enjoyed hearing his human talk, about anything really but mostly about himself. From Chase’s repeating day to day routine to his deepest secrets and truth, Anti cherished every fact and detail that was generously given to him. It was like his own little treasure, one that nobody could ever take away from Anti. He’d often request to hear the man talk, happy to simply sit back and listen to Chase ramble away on whatever subject or idea was currently on his mind. He usually would pay close attention to what was said to him, eager for anything new to learn about the man, but tonight Chase’s voice was more of a soothing noise fading into the background alongside the other sounds of the night. The siren thought that he might be talking about his family or friends, he couldn’t be quite sure which one it was tonight and it seemed like he couldn’t be bothered to find the will to think much on it either. The soothing voice and gentle touches on his scalp seemed to lull Anti into a zoned out state of mind, relaxed to his core. It felt nice to consciously leave himself be so vulnerable, Anti could let himself be lost in that feeling for hours if he could.

But, when Chase’s voice faded back into silence and the hand in his hair stopped, Anti came back to reality and begrudgingly opened his sharp black eyes with clear confusion. The siren’s questioning gaze was met with Chase’s unfocused own. The entranced man simply stared in quiet awe, a faint smile fixed to his face as his eyes roamed over the creature’s body below him. Seemingly taking in as much details as possible, as if he was trying to carve the scene into his memory.

Perplexed, Anti reached a tentative hand toward Chase. Cold water dripped down his skin as he rested it against his cheek, his webbed thumb rubbed against the man’s rough stubble. “Chase?”

The siren’s voice was soft as he called the name, barely a whisper, but Chase jerked away all the same as if it had been shouted directly into his ear. Seemingly caught off guard and snapping back to reality in one abrupt moment.

“Uh, wh…?” Chase shook his head and looked at his surroundings, a faint hint of confusion crossed his features before familiarity and recognition settled back in. His eyes were still slightly glossed over, his mind clearly still under the melody of the creature’s voice, but his gaze quickly found its way back to focus on Anti. A faint blush creeped up his neck and cheek, Anti could feel the skin held under his palm slowly heating up.

“Oh wow, I guess I zoned out pretty hard uh? Sorry about that,” Chase said, a sheepish laugh bubbling out of him as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“A little bit yeah,” Anti chuckled as well, keeping his gaze fixed on the flustered sight above him. A sort of awkwardness hung in the air as the two silently stared at each other, but it didn’t take long before it settled back into a peaceful and agreeable silence. Soon, Chase was leaning into the hand that was still held to his cheek, bringing his own to rest atop of it. Water still dripped down toward his neck and collarbone where it made contact, but he didn’t seem to pay any mind to it. Anti’s touch more or less always involved some kind of wetness, Chase came to be used to the sensation pretty early on in his regular escapade with the sea creature.

Anti hummed as he kept gently brushing his hand against the man’s skin. “Care to tell me what was going on in that head of yours? You looked oddly spaced out.”

Truth to be told, Anti already had a pretty good inkling as to what was happening in Chase’s mind. A siren’s song contains powerful magic after all, one that Chase was deep under the influence of at this point. It wouldn’t be much of a stretch to think that the man’s thoughts momentarily sank too far into its mesmerizing melody. That was what Anti assumed at least.

“Nothing much really,” Chase shrugged “it’s just…” his sentence trailed off as his eyes started wandering down Anti’s body once again, his gaze holding in it that same quiet awe as before. Before he could call his name for the second time, believing Chase to have fallen too deep under his song for the second time, The siren’s eyes widened when a hand was confidently placed on the juncture of his hip and tail.

“Has anyone ever told you how stunning you look in the moonlight?” A dreamy smile graced Chase’s lips as the words unabashedly spilled out of him. His hand carefully slid against Anti’s scale as the creature remained shock-still beneath him, dumbfounded.

Well… this wasn’t the answer that Anti was expecting, that was for sure.

It was now his turn to feel a creeping heat climb up on him, his face turning a few shades darker than the soft pink still present on the adoring man’s face.

Chase’s smile grew bigger at the flustered sight that was Anti. The cold hand that was resting on his cheek retracted as the siren tried to hide his blushing face in his palms.

“It’s true, though! Just look at the way the light hits on you, especially your scales, it’s so-” Chase sighed, fondness practically emanating from him as he looked back into Anti’s peering eye. “You’re so… breathtaking,” Chase had more to say, much more. The urge to go into further details on how Anti seemed to be glowing in this ethereal light was just on the tip of his tongue, but his ramble was interrupted before it could even begin when the creature’s tail suddenly shot out of the water only for it to flop back into it just as abruptly, splashing cold water everywhere.

Chase’s hands jerked away from where they gently laid on Anti, an expression of concern quickly overtaking his previously serene one.

“Anti? Did I do something wrong? Should I have not-” Chase talked fast, worry muddling his thoughts, but before his question could be finished the siren flipped and sprung forward. Chase fell on his back onto the wet sand with an audible oof as he was tackled and pinned to the ground. A confused whine could barely make it past his lips before it was smothered out by Anti’s own, devouring every little sound that he made. The siren was now fully laying atop Chase, soaking him through his clothes, but the man couldn’t care less about that. Not when he could feel webbed hands roam all over his body, stopping only when they reached to cup his face deeper into the kiss. Once his momentary shock dissipated, Chase gladly reciprocated with fervor. A deep rumble seemed to emanate from Anti’s chest as he did so. 

Chase’s eyes fluttered shut as he let himself be carried away by the feeling of Anti’s weight against him, of his cold hands holding him, of his lips moving in an unpracticed tandem with his own. He was left panting when they finally parted ways. The faint tang of salt and algae lingered on his lips, accompanied as well by a subtle metallic taste on his tongue.

Anti’s hands left Chase as the siren let himself unceremoniously slide off of him, deciding to plop himself on the sand next to him instead. The siren nuzzled his head on Chase’s thoroughly soaked shoulder as the two of them shared a moment of contented silence together. The moon and stars shone down on them while they basked in each other’s presence, the only witnesses to their impromptu passion.

“You really know how to charm a siren, you know that?” Anti murmured into the crook of Chase’s neck, so low that the sound of the crashing waves could easily drown out his voice, but as their fingers entwined with each other there was no doubt in his mind that the man had indeed heard him.

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

lights will guide you home (Tokoyami Fumikage X Reader) PART 1

I’m back ya’ll~. Serving ya’ll up with some ANGST!! 

I’ve been wanting to try my hand at making a semi-long story consisting of some bittersweet angst with my bird boi Tokoyami~. I dunno, I heard about three different songs and for some reason they made me think about him, the mood of the song I guess... but I hope ya’ll enjoy~.

Summary: “This will be so much fun.” You had said before and during the Summer Training Camp because you were going to be with your crush Tokoyami, but... things happen.

And it finds me The fight inside is coursing through my veins And it's raging The fight inside is hurting me again And it finds me The war within me pulls me under And without you The fight inside is breaking me again 

-’Fight Inside’ Red

The red woman from Game of Thrones liked to say that ‘the night was dark and full of terrors’, but tonight the night was dark, but cool and serene. The moonlight lit up the darkness provided by the night sky as you looked up with a melancholic glance and a bittersweet glimmer in your eyes.

Something about the light that made you comfortable even though the darkness could also be soothing. However, you assumed that it had to do with your light-based quirk. You could see light in many things, even in the gloomiest and haziest of situations.

Light is what made everything clearer, light is what allowed you to see things when everything was too dim or too hazy, whether it was in a dark room or a dark memory.

Light was your clarity.

And clarity was something you had slowly gained over the past week after everything that’s happened to you.

It’s only been a week and yet you could still remember everything that happened at the Summer Training Camp. Everything.

The good memories and the bad ones. No, how could you forget the good memories? You were with your friends, you were training hard alongside them and you were with Tokoyami. The boy you’ve had feelings for since the first time you met in class.

It was awkward at first, but it helped that you weren’t much of a talker yourself, so the small moments you and he spent indulging in a little bit of small talk over things like quirks, music, horror movies and Gerard Way were moments you loved. You feared that you sounded dumb at times but the raven never judged you, he had a lot of respect for you and you especially respected the hell out of him too.

Then there was Dark Shadow, who was oddly just as kind as his host was, just much more expressive and childish. But sweet, you adored the shadow and never hesitated to give him head pats and scratchies, much to Tokoyami’s immense embarrassment as he would try to make Dark Shadow stop acting like such a needy dog. It was moments like that that made you adore him all the more, him and his quirk.

He was such a chivalrous and kind boy, no ulterior motive to him whatsoever. He had no real vices that you could think of, nor was he a pervert.

You liked him, you liked him a lot.

Part of you almost believed that he knew it too, because after all Tokoyami was a smart guy even if his grades didn’t always show it. And you weren’t wrong, he did know it, but didn’t have the heart to confront you about it because he didn’t know how he would talk to you about it. Also, it stemmed from insecurity that he wouldn’t be able to be a good potential partner to you, so he was perfectly content with being a good friend to you and always being there for you.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t gain feelings for you too. Something about your kindness, the light in your eyes and your little giggle whenever you were excited. How he loved to hear you laugh...

The most mirthful sound that the gods could never replicate...

Unlike him, you had no idea if he felt anything else for you other than friendship, but you knew that he valued you and cared about you. And for now that was enough for you. Moments with him like that you cherished and adored, and it didn’t stop when you and he trained with the rest of your classmates at the summer camp.

But of course, there were the bad memories too. How could you forget those? You desperately wanted to but you couldn’t…

LAST WEEK…

You were so excited for this Test of Courage challenge as you giggled a little bit and stood by Tokoyami and Shouji, “Isn’t this exciting? I’ve always wanted to do something like this. And I have a feeling that this will be so much fun~…!” You whispered to the two males, both looking as expressionless as ever but that was just their natural default look and they paid their full attention to you.

“Revelry in the dark.” Tokoyami nodded in agreement and repeated that little phrase he’d been uttering, and this was the fourth time as you giggled at this. And just hearing it made his heart flutter a little bit and he couldn't help but feel just a little more bashful.

“It’ll certainly allow us to practice awareness of our surroundings.” Shouji also agreed with you as you smiled and gave him a thumbs up, “Totally… I need to work on that more. But I think I’ll be okay, whoever’s sneaking around won’t be able to get me. Not when I can… light em up~.”

You brought your hand out to create a small ball of light thanks to your quirk ‘Light Construct’ which let you control light and use it to make anything, but you favored making balls, a sword and wings. It was useful in combat to blind opponents especially.

Ah it was something Tokoyami was still fascinated with despite his penchant for the darkness. Your quirk was something positive, which was kind of ironic given your sarcastic sense of humor. Still, Tokoyami knew your heart and he admired how your quirk reflected that, because sometimes you could light up the darkness in his gloomy world. Literally and figuratively.

“I trust they won’t be able to sneak up on you (L/N). Not with your power. Light is what draws the terrors out of the shadows. If anyone can win this game, you can.” He said with admiration in his tone which made you blush and smile, “Hehe, true that~ And thank you!”

As much as you wanted to keep chatting, you had to do this thing and you had to go to Izuku since he was your partner, “Good luck Tokoyami. Shouji. I’ll see ya’ll back at the place, maybe before we go to sleep we can either listen to some MCR or watch the Cabin in the Woods on my phone and discuss which of our classmates would be the classic horror archetypes and who would get killed first.” You said with a little smirk which made Tokoyami chuckle a little bit. There’s no way he was turning down that offer.

“I would like that.” He said politely as Shouji nodded while you walked off with Izuku.

Shouji was well aware that his friend clearly had a crush on you, so he would do his best to be the wingman for him. And Dark Shadow for that matter.

‘You got a crush on (L/N)~!’

Tokoyami could hear him already teasing him telepathically, and although he wasn’t one to be flustered, such a (correct) accusation still embarrassed him as he could feel heat rising on his cheeks. ‘B-Be quiet! I do not…’ He claimed, but his shadow knew better and he wouldn’t shut up about it even as he and Shouji left to go into the trees.

You were smiling as you made your way to Izuku…

At least… until it became clear that something was very, VERY wrong and it all happened so fast that you had no idea what was going on until Mandalay sent everyone a message and urged everyone to go back to the pro-heroes and fight back if necessary.

You were ready to do so, but then Izuku told you to just go to the rest of our classmates and try to help them out as much as possible and let him find Kota to take him back to the place. So you did and activated your light wings.

Oh no, you should have stood with Izuku because you had no idea what he was doing or what kind of danger was looming over him. You should have stood with him, you should have…

But you also had to look around for your classmates, you had to find Ochako, you had to find Tsuyu, you had to find Shouji, you had to find Tokoyami…

Tokoyami…

Where were they? Why was it so dark? Dammit, your quirk worked better when it was daytime with the sun, and although the moonlight helped your wings weren’t as bright as they normally were in the daylight.

But then something sharp suddenly pierced through the air and just in time you moved away before it could cut through your skin although your wings automatically dissipated in that moment of distraction and you hit the ground with an ‘OOF!’

“(L/N)?! Is that you?!”

You sat back up when you heard Tokoyami. He saw the light and knew that belonged to your quirk so you were quick to get up to go follow their voices, “I’m here! I’m here!” You ran to both the males and Dark Shadow who were alert and waiting for the lurking villain to come out of hiding.

“Be careful (L/N)…” Shouji quietly whispered to you with one of his mouths as you nodded and brought your hand up to try and see if you could find this punk who was hiding. “What the fuck was that…?” You quietly whispered as you stood among your two friends.

“We don’t know. Stay alert though… this person’s quirk is long-range.” Tokoyami replied to you while he and Dark Shadow were still on alert, uncertain just what was going on, but he just knew that whoever this guy was, he was close and he had a long-range quirk based on the fact that he attacked you while you were in mid-air.

If what Mandalay said was true then there really were villains in the midst, and that meant there was one right now in the dark. Anything can attack you in the dark, because the dark played tricks on people…

You were proven correct when one of the same blades you saw nearly sliced through Tokoyami until Shouji quickly pushed him back to take the attack at the cost of one of his arms.

“Shouji!”

“Shouji!”

You and Tokoyami cried out his name as you activated your wings to become a distraction and get that villain away from him, you couldn’t let Shouji or Tokoyami get hurt. You had to protect them both.

“HEY!” So you called out the villain as you flew, “Show your face you pussy!” You outright challenged whoever this villain was if it meant getting him away from your friends but you gasped when you saw only a glimpse of his face under the dim moonlight... 

His teeth were like blades and his face was ugly, body bounded by a black straight jacket as he gave a raspy chuckle, “Flesh, flesh, sweet soft flesh!!” The man cackled as another blade came your way so suddenly out of the shadows and stabbed you right into your shoulder.

“GYAH!!” You couldn’t stop the agonized shout leaving you as the pain made your wings evaporate, “(L/N)!!”

You heard Tokoyami scream for you as you fell, he wanted to reach out for you but he stopped as soon as he saw Shouji retreat out of the bushes so he could catch you. Shouji was hurt… one of his arms was gone… your shoulder was bleeding…

As you grunted in Shouji’s arms you clutched at your bleeding wound, “(L/N) are you…?” But before Shouji could even ask if you were okay, his eyes started to widen when he saw the rage in his friend’s eyes, his quirk manifesting in a blind fury and festering rapidly.

How dare they? How dare they hurt his friends? How dare they hurt someone so good and kind? How dare they hurt you?

This villain… he could not be forgiven…

“I’ll... KILL YOU...!!” As his shadow roared, Tokoyami didn’t hesitate to let him attack as soon as that villain reappeared to try and attack him, and an enraged Dark Shadow struck with such brutal force that the tree his claw smashed was broken in half without a bloody mess occupying it.

The villain was fast, he kept moving even as the shadow attacked him again and again until he grew larger and all the more outraged as he let out an otherworldly roar much to the horror of you and Shouji.

“T-Tokoyami!”

You couldn’t help but reach out to him and cry out for him, as if hoping that calling for him would snap him out of his rage. Wide, shocked red eyes met your terrified, worried (E/C) ones as it momentarily brought him back as you started to smile a little bit…

Only for that to fade into a horrified look when Dark Shadow continued to roar and tried to viciously swipe at you, but Shouji quickly grabbed you and jumped away just in time before the shadow could mash you into a bloody paste.

Tokoyami shouted when for a moment, he thought his quirk was going to kill you and Shouji, but to his relief you both got away, but he couldn’t stop it… he couldn’t stop Dark Shadow, he couldn’t control him anymore.

It was raging…

It was raging so angrily, so violently no matter how hard Tokoyami tried to get him to stop…

He couldn’t stop it…

“Tokoyami…” You whispered sadly as Shouji carried you and ran away from the incensed shadow so neither of you would get hurt. It broke your heart but you knew that it was the right thing to do.

You both needed to hide.

“(L/N)… you’re hurt… can you move…?” Once you and Shouji were away far enough from Dark Shadow, he inspected your wounds as you weakly nodded. “I-It hurts like a bitch but… I’m okay… I-I can… I gotta keep going…”

He didn’t protest to this, because he knew that even through pain you tried to pull through things. And he thought that maybe, just maybe you and he could save Tokoyami and stop Dark Shadow before he spirals further out of control.

Dammit, you wanted to try and help but, in the darkness, and in this thick forest of trees the moonlight couldn’t give you enough light for you to generate a light bright enough. Shouji didn’t blame you though, you couldn’t help your quirk’s limitations.

You just had to find someone like Todoroki or Bakugou…

A blessing in disguise met you as you held onto Shouji when he heard Izuku coming and quickly, he swooped in to get him out of the way when Dark Shadow’s claw nearly got him too.

“Shouji! (L/N)!”

The first thing he noticed what that you and Shouji were injured, but that was also what you and he also noticed on Izuku.

“What the fuck Midoriya…? Your arms are fucked up even more…” Despite your cursing, there was nothing comical in your tone. And Shouji knew it as he commented on how his injuries were not normal at all.

But then you both quickly told him what was really going on at the moment, and how dire the situation was with Tokoyami as the three of you all saw him, engulfed by the power of his Dark Shadow.

“STAY AWAY… FROM ME…! YOU’LL DIE!!”

You furrowed your brows when you saw him like that, stuck, powerless and taking a backseat at the mercy of Dark Shadow. That quirk was that powerful without any light, and it honestly terrified you and had you scared for your friend…

“Tokoyami, no!”

As Izuku shouted for his friend, the three of you had to remain hidden so neither of you got turned into paste. You were shuddering as you stood behind Shouji, albeit also quietly fretting over how horribly injured Izuku was.

This was supposed to be fun… why was this all happening…?

You thought in horror until Shouji told Izuku how this happened and how Dark Shadow went berserk in accordance with Tokoyami’s anger, indignation and remorse altogether. It was both horrifying and fascinating how this kind of power exploded without any light as you could hear the shadow roar and smashing through trees and thick branches.

All it took was a small snap from a twig Shouji accidentally stepped on and WHOOSH, the shadow struck fast but your friend moved swiftly as you grabbed onto him to get away. The shadow became a beast, whatever sound was made, whatever move anything unfortunate enough to get in its way would be attacked, killed…

“FORGET ABOUT ME…! GO…! FIND OUR CLASSMATES… PROTECT THEM INSTEAD…!”

Tokoyami’s desperate shouting made your heart ache as he tried to made Dark Shadow to stop and begged him to calm dow, how could you just leave him like this? It didn’t feel right. No, this was wrong… you needed to go save Bakugou from getting taken by the villains but you couldn’t just leave him like this…

Wrong… it felt so wrong…

“If we can bring him to a fire back to camp…” You could hear some of Shouji’s words, but not all of them as you were both really scared and really worried that you almost didn’t hear what they were saying. But you knew what the plan was, after you explained to Izuku that you couldn’t do it because of the weak lighting not being enough to make a light strong enough...

Nonetheless, the three of you made a plan to save both Tokoyami and Bakugo. It was crazy as hell and possibly suicidal but at this point it was all the three of you had. Your wings would guide these two to camp, and also allow Dark Shadow to follow you.

Was it insane? Absolutely?

Were you reluctant to do this? Duh. It’s highly likely that you were going to die now. 

Were you doing this for Tokoyami? Hell yes…

“The things I do for love.”

You quietly groaned to yourself you glanced over at Izuku and Shouji, “If we die for Bakugou Midoriya I’m gonna kill you.”

As if to put SOME light on this situation you had to say at least SOMETHING kinda funny, which the boys noticed and gave you a weak chuckle before the three of started to move…

FAST…

As your wings lit up, this didn’t go unnoticed by Dark Shadow the second he saw light, something he hated the most and wanted to destroy…

“WORTHLESS LITTLE FIREFLY!!”

The shadow bellowed as soon as it saw your wings and he struck but you moved fast in terror, and you couldn’t see the horrified look on Tokoyami’s already distressed face as he struggled and shouted at the mercy of his shadow.

“NO! (L/N)! Get out of here!! What are you doing?! Fly away!!”

What were you doing? Couldn’t you see that he was dangerous? Run away (Y/N)! You’re going to get hurt!

And you were so afraid of that happening but you couldn’t stop now, you had to save Tokoyami and protect your friends and your classmates.

“We’re going to save you Tokoyami! It’s all right!!”

So you tried, you really tried to shout out to your friend in hopes that it could at least give him a little bit ease and it worked… but it wasn’t enough as Dark Shadow kept rampaging and destroying everything it it’s path as you shouted and had to dodge some of the flying debris.

“Leave me (L/N)!! Please!! Save yourselves!!”

“I’m not leaving you!!”

You shouted with tears in your eyes as soon as you saw the tears streaming down his face, you’ve never seen him cry before, let alone show this much emotion…

But you gasped and winched when a large branch nearly hit you and it urged you to fly away as fast as you could and followed Shouji holding Izuku. The moonlight was your only source of power now and you prayed that it didn’t fail you as you kept going, keeping an eye on your friends and glancing down to make sure Dark Shadow didn’t get them.

“YOU’RE IN THE WAY!!”

A vicious, furious roar reverberated through the air as your (E/C) eyes went wide and a rush of horror began to stream through your veins as you gasped when you saw the ginormous entity right behind you. He was so close that you could barely react on time.

“(L/N)!! Look out!!” Shouji and Izuku shouted when they looked back to see your flight slowing down when your nerves got the better of you.

“(L/N)!! GET AWAY!!”

You were so scared you didn’t hear Tokoyami’s desperate screams for you to fly, fly away far away from him until his pained and struggling shouts snapped you out of it.

Flapping through the cool air, he chased you and he wouldn’t stop... 

SLASH! SLASH!!

Sharpness cut through your flesh as you let out a sharp scream as your wings of light instantly vanished when the keen claw tore the skin on your back and across your abdomen you could feel gravity pushing you down. Consciousness beginning to slip as you didn’t even see Dark Shadow’s claw coming for you…

“DARK SHADOW STOP!! PLEASE DON’T!!”

You blinked slowly when you heard your friend’s voice but everything went black as soon as the claw back-handed you out of the sky and sent your body flying far away from your friends as they all screamed for you.

“(L/N)!!!”

But you couldn’t hear them anymore as you just felt yourself flying and whooshing through the air as you grunted and shouted with every branch you made contact with stabbing your body. Until finally your cut-up back and the back of your head made a hard, violent impact with the back of a dense tree trunk.

“AH…!”

Your eyes went wide as you blacked out entirely and fell back to the earth once more in a thicket, eyes closing shut as the pain clouded your being.

There was no light. 

Nothing at all, just a heavy shroud of darkness, dusty haze clouding your mind and the distant screams of your friends…

TO BE CONTINUED...

[rogerina-yee-haw]

dating ben hardy (and being younger than him) would include...

request: “I read your Joe one so can you do a dating Ben Hardy and your younger? Like 19?“ “can you please do a Ben dating a younger girl like you did for Joe? I loved it 💓💓”

tagging @chicagoblackhawkslover96 as promised <3

get on with it, babes xx

warnings: some implied smut (cause I’m always horny yikes) (18+ only pls), fluff, virgin!reader cause I feel like it; also the reader is 19; some language, typos (as always lmao), slight (???) angst

a/n: Ben Hardy’s amazing personality stealing my uwus?? it’s most likely to be happening right now, I love this man with my whole ass heart

this is Ben, and this is the reader

it’s bad I’m sorry!!!!

I’ve read somewhere that Ben is on dating apps

let it be tinder here lmao

so you two met through it

you didn’t believe it was really him before you met

and you were really self-conscious because you had no idea why Ben Hardy would swipe you right and invite you to go somewhere

because you were just a basic university student

but your best friend/roommate practically pushed you out of your dorm room and said, “go get this dick, you dumb bitch!”

she agreed to go with you in case it was a catfish

but it wasn’t

it was Ben Hardy in the flesh

your friend gave you a “thumbs up” and a grin when you approached him

Ben was nice since the very first second you met

you’ve talked the entire time

his soft and soothing voice was like a beautiful song that took you to another dimension

you could sit and listen to him for hours

and you did

throughout the night he couldn’t stop complimenting you at literally anything

“that’s a great choice of biscuits, y/n”, “yeah, it’s amazing that we both hate fish”, “I really like your coat” (the last one is a direct reference to BoRhap, yes)

you could tell you were falling in love with him

and it wasn’t just a simple celebrity crush anymore, you were falling hard for this incredible man

he was admiring you every chance he got, because, besides being crazily beautiful, you were really smart, funny and just amazing

so when it was time to say goodbye, ben gave you the tightest hug you had ever had in your life

your hands went around his neck, pressing your body to his and feeling his warmth

when you pulled away, he whispered, “I really want to see you again, y/n”

and you had to restrain yourself from screaming

so when he texted you, “Are you free tomorrow night?” twenty minutes later, nothing stopped you from hollering and getting multiple complaints from the neighbors in your dorm

that’s how your relationship started

you decided to keep it on the low because neither of you craved the attention from the media

you only craved each other

your first kiss happened a week after your first date

you were hanging out at Ben’s place, binge-watching some Netflix show after a hard day at uni

your legs were across his lap and he was absentmindedly drawing circles on your ankles with his fingers

at one moment, Frankie decided it was a good idea to jump right on your stomach and start licking your face

you laughed and started petting her as she continued her shenanigans

Ben watched the two of you in awe and with the biggest smile on his face

he loved his two favorite girls interacting

so when Frankie chased the stuffed animal you threw away just for her

Ben stroked you cheek gently before kissing you

and it was perfect

before you knew it, the kiss turned into a heated make-out session

Ben was hovering over you, one of his hands under your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra, and the other one on your face, caressing your cheek

you could feel yourself grow wetter when he started leaving open-mouthed kisses alongside you neck

and when he sucked on that sweet spot right under your earlobe, you let out the most tremendous moan Ben had ever heard

it suddenly became tighter in his pants than before

he took off his shirt and helped you remove yours

“God, you’re beautiful”

you could feel his bulge through your jeans, and you rocked your hips against him to create some friction

he whined into the kiss

“You keep doing this and I won’t last long, baby”

his words worked as a stop sign for you

not that you didn’t want to have sex with him, you just didn’t feel like you were ready to do it just after a week of knowing each other

Ben understood you completely

“I’ll wait as long as you want. I won’t pressure you into anything”

if you didn’t know you loved this man before, now you certainly did

so at this moment, you’ve been in a relationship for four months

and it was amazing

you spent Christmas together, watching movies and cuddling on the couch with Frankie

your dates are always filled with blissful and delightful moments

you may go to the park and just walk while talking and laughing at each other’s jokes

or you can spend the day at his place, watching TV and cuddling and making-out

you keep forgetting that he is eight years older than you

because it seems like he’s actually eighty-five

as he always grumbles about the silliest things

like

“stupid kids and their stupid ball”

“it barely touched you, Ben”

“well, it could hit me on the head!”

or

“this dog came straight up to Frankie and started barking! So I had a little backchat with her”

“what did you say to that dog?”

“I told her to back off and not to bother my daughter ever again”

“so you were basically screaming at the barking dog in the middle of the park at six in the morning”

“she was being rude to Frankie, y/n!”

such incidents happen all the time

but you don’t mind

you’re already too in love with each other

so once your birthday comes, you decide it’s the time to get rid of your virginity

you don’t really know what’s been holding you back since you two were sinning on a regular basis

like you’ve been practicing your blowjob skills

after you went down on Ben for the first time, he just lied in bed for a while and then said, “That was so fucking good, baby”

and you suddenly became really shy and flattered

and when he went down on you

oOF

you were a whining and trembling mess and he had to hold your hips firmly because you were squirming under him

you couldn’t walk properly after it for a couple of days

so now you are ready for another big step

and you know it should happen on your birthday

so you get prepared: you buy really pretty lingerie and put on the perfume that drives Ben crazy

as you have lectures at university and it’s just a regular weekday, you delay your twentieth birthday party to Friday

but it doesn’t mean you and Ben can’t have fun

so you drop at his place after uni

you also ran some errands before it, hung out with your family and came to him at about seven pm

when he opens the door, he pulls you into the most heated kiss you’ve ever experienced

“happy birthday, baby”

the dim lights and the candles all over his flat make your heart skip a beat

turns out he’s made you dinner, cooked your favorite meal and bought your fav cake

“it’s not everything you’re getting tonight”

and you know your panties are soaked through thanks to only the sound of his voice

you eat the dinner, talking about your day, and just smiling at each other

once you’re finished you decide it’s time

so you get up and come across the table, where Ben sits

and you sit down on his lap, your hands around his neck

he’s completely taken aback

“what are you doing, love?”, he asks in between kisses

he’s already a mess while you kiss his neck and run your hand through his hair

“I want you”

and you’re both breathing heavily as you look into each other’s eyes

“are you sure? We don’t have to do it now, you should-“

but you cut him off with a kiss“

I want it, Ben. I want you. I want to have sex with you”, you state firmly

he gulps and draws his lower lip between his teeth

his green eyes are now dark with lust and love

“you want it?” he whispers, kissing alongside your jaw. “Want me to make you feel good?”

and you just sigh and nod, cause you can’t speak already

so Ben picks you up bridal style and carries you to his bedroom

and – oh God – he makes you feel good indeed

you go in for two rounds before you fall asleep

you’re really happy Ben is your first

because he’s been really gentle and loving with you, asking if you were okay all the time, looking at you so tenderly that you almost started crying about how much you love him

so when you two lie in bed next to each other, panting and sweating

Ben takes a small gift bag out of his drawer

“here’s the actual gift for you”

he got you exactly what you wanted and also a necklace with the letter “F” on it

“stands for Frankie”, he explains, “thought giving the necklace with yours or my initials was boring. And now you’ll always carry our daughter with you”

you melt at “our daughter” and kiss him fondly

“thank you, Ben. I love it. I love you”

and it’s the first time you confess your feelings

his whole face brightens and he beams before kissing you

“I love you too, y/n. So much”

after that, you two start fucking like rabbits

you do it at every place, on every surface, in every position that’s possible

you also decide it’s a good time to take your relationship to a new level

which leads for both of you meeting each other’s families

Ben’s family is everything you could ever ask for

his mum is this amazing woman, who greets you with the most heartwarming smile 

you talk with his siblings about everything

and by the end of the night, you’re already in love with all of them as they’re with you

your family is on the opposite side of it, as your parents don’t approve of you dating an actor who’s eight years older than you

“y/n, he’s going to play with you and then ditch you for some pretty model!” you father says while you’re helping your mum to prepare dinner several hours before Ben’s about to come

“so you think I’m not pretty enough to date him?” you furrow your brows. “As if I already didn’t have issues with self-esteem, dad”

“darling, that’s not what your father means”, your mum chimes into the conversation. “He just thinks that Ben isn’t good enough for you because he’s an actor. He’ll always be away filming, and God knows how many women would be around him-“

“so you think just cause he’ll be away surrounded by other girls he’d want to cheat on me? That’s quite an opinion of someone whom you haven’t met”

“what we mean is that he has different things in mind”, your father continues. “He’ll be thirty in two years, he probably wants to settle down already. And you’re so young for it! You’ve got your whole life before you! Why would you want to waste it on someone who’s likely to break up with you when he realizes he doesn’t want to be with someone like you?”

your father’s last words are really hurtful

because you feel like he’s right, as you've got these thoughts floating in your mind the second Ben’s lips fell on yours several months ago

as your parents are clearly unhappy to see Ben you leave their house in the worst mood

they’re not actually against canceling the meeting with Ben because they don’t like him already

so you go to his place

and it breaks your heart when he opens the door, almost dressed up and excited to meet your parents

“hey, y/n! I’ve been actually thinking to call you. What tie should I-“

you push him away and come into his flat

“baby, is everything alright?” he comes up to you and cups your cheeks in his hands

as you lose the ability to fight the urge to cry, you shake your head and tears start running down your cheeks

“just hold me. Please”

later that night when you cuddle on the couch, you’re wearing one of his shirts and he’s caressing your sides gently

and Frankie’s sleeping in the armchair near you

Ben can’t stop whispering sweet, reassuring things into your ear

“I love you. I love you so much. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you. You’re my soulmate, my love, my everything. I love you. I won’t ever leave you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted”

you don’t bring up the topic of meeting Ben to your parents after this

they can’t actually stop you from dating Ben

and they cannot do anything when he asks you to move in with him

and you happily agree

you become even more inseparable since you start living together

you also go official on social media

Ben posts a pic of you playing with Frankie with a heart-emoji in the caption

and everyone goes wild

especially your groupmates from uni, who bombard you with questions on a daily basis

your best friend brushes them all off and you’re incredibly thankful to her

some people on social media are rude to you, but you ignore them because the rest of Ben’s fans are really nice and sweet

they somehow found your tumblr and tagged you in one smutty fic about you and Ben someone has written

Ben and you recreate it later

everything goes just perfect

you’re both crazily in love with each other

and you can’t wait to spend the rest of your lives together

[pynklemonade]

I'm feeling nosy tonight, Amber, so I'd love for you to answer 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 23, 24, 25, 26 and 27 please 💜💜💜

you’re always allowed to be nosy!!! i already answered 3 and 5, though.

1. what song makes you feel better?

hmmm, there’s many, but currently james bay’s wild love always manages to lift my spirits.

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

shit, i already said poa and the holiday in another question, didn’t i? notting hill, then. i always put it on when i’m desperately missing london and need a shot of awkward, fumbly nineties hugh grant. (my problem is that i love many movies, but i am a meme of myself when it comes to self-soothing. it’s been the same few movies for at least the last five years. whoops?)

4. what flower would you like to be given?

honestly, i’m not big on buying or being gifted flowers -- in the sense that i always think i like it, and i do for a few days, but as soon as flowers wilt i get sad over the fact that we as people decide to pluck them just because we like their beauty, only to let them die when they would’ve been fine if we left them alone. i have some dried flowers in my room now, though, that is nice, and i love poppies for their resilience and what they personally symbolise for me. if i were to get flowers tattooed one day, it’d be a cherry blossom branch on one ankle, and a poppy on the other.

23. favorite piece of clothing?

only one???????? i don’t think i can pick ONE. i do have a black, lacy velvet dress with a very high split that i am scared to put on now in case it doesn’t fit anymore though (i’d be absolutely heartbroken), so maybe that one then. or my velvet tuxedo-playsuit, i feel powerful, sexy but also very me in that one.

24. what’s something you do to de-stress?

to be frank with you, i don’t do enough to de-stress. i tried yoga, but never can quite stick with doing it regularly, so that only occasionally. also reading, writing, taking a bath, or generally being forced by my cat to have a cuddle and having no chance to do anything but to sit and breathe and spend some time with him without doing anything else. that stupid cat has changed my life for the better, honestly. 

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

already answered this, so i’ll spin it to super personal gifts i’ve received. highlights do include several playlists and pins, the art pauline got me last year, when alice and eline got my favourite drarry artist to draw me, or when my friends from school wrote me my own interactive book based on twilight, but the characters were replaced by people in my life. i don’t compare them, though, i love each and every gift.

27. which character would you want to be?

which character would i want to be? oof. first to pop into my head, rob in high fidelity, then, purely for her wardrobe, and for the fact that she owns a record shop in nyc. how COOL is that? i strive to have zoe kravitz’ coolness in life in general, really.

[littlecafe]

Hi!💖 Would it be okay if I asked for a zodiac playlist for a taurus sun, taurus venus, libra moon and cancer rising please? Sending lots of love 💌💫💓

hello anon ur my last request and the one that sent in the most placements hahaha~ but by now i have made a playlist for all these signs before so like the other one, i won’t be explaining much about the signs in this answer and i’ll link my other answers instead if you want to read through those: taurus, libra, cancer (cancer and taurus were practically like the first two i did so i didn’t go into much depth oof but i think i also went with fairly straight forward playlists or them also)

with this playlist i knew what i wanted to do right away because there is something these signs share and it’s comfort, they all want to be comfortable (taurus with stability, cancer with home, libra with balance) so i knew i wanted to pick songs that are easier on the ear, overall just an easy going playlist! i kinda wanted it to be similar to a cafe style playlist which i think suits taurus very well (since you are a taurus sun~ )

however, with the three signs you have, two are cardinal (libra, cancer) while taurus is the only one that’s fixed so while the playlist may be more soothing and easy going, it’s not too slow and there is movement since cardinal signs are instigators, especially so with libra since it’s an air sign (some examples of the more moving songs: akmu’s my darling, baek yerin’s square, iu’s the red shoes, bye bye badman’s daisy)

venus is the majority here (taurus, libra) so i revisited the theme i went with for libra, songs that sound “pretty”....again...hard to explain in words lol so i just hope you hear and picture what i hear and picture ;_; but in attempt to describe: we have the more airy, aesthetic pretty of libra (iu’s eight, john park’s march lover) and taurus’s more classic, earthy beauty (spica’s tonight, taeyeon’s 11:11) i think the music videos for them can also help with picturing so i’ve linked those this time if you want more visuals of what i mean

now we add the cancer rising to the mix, this brings in the feelings and i think it'll take taurus’s nostalgia and not wanting to move on up a notch because cancer is the same, always keeping memories near and dear, very sentimental and even though i did try and pick songs that sound nostalgic, it’s also expressed lyrically (summarizing heavily here): iu’s eight talks about taking refuge in past good memories and land of peace’s hometown talks about revisiting one’s hometown and reminiscing the time spent there

expanding on...or i guess narrowing(?) this taurus/cancer mix, i wanted to have some songs specifically reminiscing past relationships as well since one of your taurus placements is taurus venus, which could make it hard to move on since taurus are very loyal by nature and do not want to give up on those they love even if the spark has ended: crush’s don’t forget can be briefly summed up through the chorus “if you and me become estranged someday / if we could never meet each other / don’t forget” and gaho’s a song for you acts as his final letter to his past love: “despite they're all past / despite they're all memories / i still sing.....i’ll be missing you / i’ll think of you / even if i'm left alone in the end / i'll be fine”

to wrap this up with some songs that suit the various combos of these signs to help you see better the different energies present:

taurus/libra: baek yerin’s square, taurus grounding libra’s more aloof energy, yerin’s voice is also very pretty and comforting on the ears suiting venus’s two signs well

libra/cancer: iu’s eight (can you tell i really wanted to use this song in this playlist....), painfully beautiful? reminiscing in sadness type of feeling, the contrast in the upbeat sound and sad lyrics, libra lightens up cancer’s moody atmosphere (or in this case since you’re cancer rising, cancer adds emotions to libra’s picture perfect longings/“orange island”)

cancer/taurus: melomance’s gift, cancer softens taurus and would most likely amp up taurus’s romantic tendencies

finally, which k-artist do i think of when i see this sign combination? it’s....solo artists! sakjfhsdg i know it’s such a big realm of people but i couldn’t find just one singular one that i would definitely recommend over another so all the solo artists you see on this playlist i think would suit these signs well, additionally there’s also kevin oh, and land of peace is not a solo act but i think they fit well too (though i say they lean more taurus then the other signs tbh though their latest album does have more libra flair)

we have finally reached the end!! thank you for requesting and if you missed the playlist post here is the link, i hope you enjoy the playlist!

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Sweet angel Ryan— personality 7, 10, 14, 16, 20, 23; friends and family 7; past and present 4, 9: love 6

OOF. Sorry it took a year and a day to get to these! Ryan Brenner character asks part two! 

7- What makes him laugh out loud? 

Ryan laughs a lot when he’s with his cousins. They have tons of good memories from growing up together to call upon, and even as they’ve all gotten older the shenanigans haven’t really stopped. They still gang up on one another to tease or joke, they still poke fun at each other for things they say or do. Ryan gets back to Georgia every three years- sometimes more often if there’s a big family event or if he’s nearby anyway, but sometimes he’ll meet up with some of them on the road, too if they’re traveling. He’s met up with Taylor when she was on vacation with her family, for instance, and Zach quite a few times because he travels a lot himself, moving from place to place but always settling back home for a while in between. But Ryan is most comfortable with his family, whether it’s his cousins or his tribe, so all of his expressions are going to be bigger when he’s around them, including laughter.

10- How does he see himself? 

Ryan is comfortable with himself for the most part. He sees himself as an honest, well-intentioned, good-natured person who puts his all into everything he does and who finds enjoyment in the simple things that life has to offer. Occasionally someone gives him a look, turning their nose up or curling their lip at his dirty hands or overgrown hair, his “lived in” jacket or the stains on his jeans. Sometimes he’ll hear comments mumbled under the breath of passersby, the word “bum” or “degenerate” hitting his ear harshly. When this happens, it hurts and sometimes it makes him angry- who are these people to judge him? Why do people feel the need to form opinions on the makeup of a man based on what he wears or how he chooses to live? Why do superficial things matter more to people than the things they’d learn about him if they bothered to? But he’s very well adjusted, and the feelings of inadequacy or anger fade relatively quickly for the most part, because he knows that he’s a good person. He knows that he can sleep at night with no stains on his conscious. He knows that he loves the life he leads, and he knows that he has people who understand him.

14- What is his greatest fear? 

I inadvertently answered this one in another round of asks, but sure, I’ll ramble on it some more.

His greatest fear is dying alone. He’s not scared of much, and he knows that he’s making choices in his life that aren’t always the safest, so it’s not a fear that stops him from doing anything that he wants to do, it’s not something he thinks about all the time, and it’s certainly not something he’s ever acknowledged out loud. But his father, Oz and Cowboy all spent their last moments alone, and while the three of them had lived a little more dangerously than Ryan, he couldn’t help but to draw parallels and recognize that only the smallest of mishaps could lead him down the same road.

  16- When was the last time that he cried? 

(settle in this one’s lengthy.)

  It was a few months before arriving in Denver; October 28th to be exact. He was playing at a small Hometown Festival in a suburb of Cleveland with Georgie and Louie, the three of them occupying stools on a raised wooden stage. It had been a perfect Autumn day. The sun was alone in a cornflower sky, the crisp blue expanse painting the perfect background for the deep burgundy and brilliant gold foliage. Though it was late in the season, it had been warm all day, and Ryan had been able to roll up his jacket and tuck it under the straps of his pack, feeling much lighter as he walked the booth lined street, carefully inspecting each and every stall, watching vendors crafting or cooking, noticing the detail work on displayed items like sun catchers, soaps and silver work, sampling a warm cider or a soft pretzel.

He’d joined up with his friends that morning, after Georgie had called him a week before with news.

“Got us a gig, Ry! A real one with cash an’ all that.” Georgie was always full of excitement even when there was nothing to be excited about, but when there was he downright teemed with it. Some things never change.

“Woah, slow down, Georgie,” Ryan chuckled as he exhaled a puff of the cigarette he held between his thumb and pointer finger, the steel floor of the train car rattling beneath him, somewhere between Des Moines and Cedar Rapids.  “What’dya sayin’ now?”

He’d gone on to explain that he met a musician up in Michigan. He’d been working some odd jobs up there, skirting the shore of the lake before the weather chased him further south, and Cole- the banjo picker he’d met- had tipped him off to a local festival in his home town that he was headed down to play at. Georgie had eagerly looked into it, ravenous as always for opportunities to play and be heard, and once he’d checked the date and location, he’d wasted no time in contacting the event organizer and booked a spot. He’d called Ryan as soon as he’d gotten off the phone with the scheduler, planning to give Louie a ring next.

“A’right,” Ryan took the last drag before stubbing out the butt under his boot. “When do I gotta be there?” Georgie told him the date and Ryan froze, leaning forward, a tight twist in his chest. But that’s… 

When ten seconds went by without a response, Georgie repeated Ryan’s name. “Hey, you still there, Ry?”

Ryan cleared his throat and shook his head. “Yeah’m here, Georgie, just...d’you say October 28th? That’s…”

“Yeah,” Georgie cut him off quietly. “Yeah, I know. Cowboy’s birthday.” He paused and Ryan could feel it through the phone line, the mutual missing of their friend. “But I think…ya know, maybe that’s what he’d want, right? Us all…”

“Yeah,” Ryan agreed. “Yeah, I think that’s what he’d want.” I know it is.

It had been the perfect kind of day, and just the kind of day that Cowboy would have loved. Ryan smiled to himself imagining his friend twirling Virginia unexpectedly before plopping a kiss to her cheek and then reaching behind her to flick Georgie’s ear while the group casually toured the blocked off boulevard. Miss you brother.

When the day had turned to dusk, music started to float through the now chilly air. The lights that had been strung up over the stage blinked to life, their soft orange glow complementing the corn husks and pumpkins that stood at either end of the wood plank platform. Bands and soloists, singers and musicians all took their turns delighting the crowd of locals, Ryan, Georgie and Louie following a pair of sisters who fiddled faster than Ryan had ever seen. They’d played a few favorites, a couple new tunes that Ryan had been toying with, his voice warming the hearts and souls of the red-cheeked faces gathered in front of the stage. Feels right to be doin’ this tonight. He poured his memories and feelings into his performance, paying tribute to his friend in the only way he knew how.

Their set ended, the three of them rising from their stools to cheers and applause, smiles broad and eyes brimming with happiness. As they turned to leave the stage to make room for the next act, a frantic young girl in an event staff sweatshirt came jogging towards them, waving her clipboard.

“Hey hang on a sec, you guys wanna play another set?” She asked the question in a way that told Ryan that she didn’t want to beg but that it wasn’t off the table. Her eye brows wrinkled up and her lips tipped down. “The next guy…apparently he had one… or six too many ciders and, well,” she dramatically winced, drawing a warm chuckle from Ryan and snickers from Georgie and Louie. “He was supposed to close out the show, so…”

“You got yourself a deal, lil lady,” Georgie Extended his hand passed Ryan and the girl eagerly shook it.

“Great, thank you so much. I’ll see that you get paid for both sets of course, and-“

“Hold on, Georgie,” Ryan turned, bemused smirk on his lips. “We just played most’a the songs we know, what’re we gonna…”

“You could take requests, maybe?” The young volunteer suggested hopefully.

“There you go, Ry, we could take requests, maybe.” Georgie grinned.

Ryan blew out a laugh through his nose and shook his head. “A’right, let’s take some requests, maybe.” He gestured towards the stage and the girl visibly let go of at least half the stress she was under, thanking them profusely. The crowd cheered as they settled back in their stools, quieting down as Ryan leaned forward to speak into the mic. “Thank y’all so much,” he said, cheeks red with more than just the chill. Singing was one thing, but talking to a crowd wasn’t something Ryan had much practice with. “We’re gonna stick around if that’s alright with you.” The cheers he was met with made his cheeks nearly swallow his eyes. “So if there’s somethin’ you wanna hear, come on over’n let us know.”

They started off with another old song that they’d played together hundreds of times before the requests started coming in. Most were songs they knew, a few they’d had to turn down because they didn’t fit their style, but all the songs they’d played had kept the crowd happy. When they got down to their last one, though, Ryan knew it would be a struggle to get through, but that he’d give it all he had. He plucked at the strings of his guitar, the first few notes slow and sweet and soothing, a knot already sticking in his throat as he started in with the lyrics.  

There are places I'll rememberAll my life, though some have changedSome forever, not for betterSome have gone, and some remain

Eyes shut the entire time, Ryan let his emotions take the reins, singing with his heart, from deep within it’s center, about the friend he’d been fortunate enough to find at a crossroads in his life; the friend who left too soon but who’d left an indelible mark on his life. As the song slowed and finished, he felt the breeze hit his face and realized that his eyes were damp. Huh. He hadn’t realized that tears had started to gather in the corners of his eyes, too focused on the song and the feeling it was filled with to even be in his skin while he sang it. He quickly swiped the wetness from his eyes with his thumb before smiling as Georgie took the lead in thanking the crowd for a second time.

As soon as everything was settled and the earnings had been split, Ryan wandered off while Georgie and Louie found a bar around the corner. “I’ll catch you guys’n a minute,” he told them. “Gotta just make a call real quick.” Leaning against a stack of hay bales near the entrance of the festival, he pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed one of the few numbers he had memorized. It only rang once before the voice on the other end came through.

“Ryan?”

“Hey, Ginny, yeah, it’s me. Just wanted to tell ya that Georgie’n Louie’n me just got done playin’, an…” he paused and heard her exhale, the puff of air hitting the speaker in a way that told Ryan she’d spent most of the day going back and forth between crying and smiling. “An it was… it was really good, Gin. I just… I wanted you to know.” I wanted you to know we played for him, Gin.

 “That’s great, Ryan… that’s…”

 “I miss him, Ginny. But it felt… right, ya know.”

 “I know. It is right. He’d love that.” Virginia had a way of wrapping you up in her voice, cozy like a blanket, even before she became a mother. Ryan knew that the day was a struggle for her, too, in vastly different ways that were just as strong. But they found comfort in one another, in the family that they’d formed. “I can’t wait to see you, Ry. It’s gonna be real good to see you.”

 “Yeah,” he sniffed and straightened back up, startin towards the bar where his friends were. “See you soon, V’ginia.”

  20- What is his sinful little habit? 

Sinful? This angel? Ryan has lots of habits. He has lots of quirks and things that make him unique. But none of them are sinful, especially now. He’s a man of strong morals and good values, and he tries his best to take care of himself- sure, he smokes, and sure, from time to time he drinks, but since he straightened out (his teen years were a little sketchy) he hasn’t formed any habits that could be called “sinful”.

  23- What are his pet peeves? 

  Ryan CANNOT stand when someone thinks they’re better than someone else based on job title, money or status. That’s why he had to intervene in Caribou when that bozo with the big bucks was berating you for spilling a little coffee on his jacket. He doesn’t go looking for confrontation (anymore) but he can’t hold his tongue if he hears someone being unfairly discriminated against because they have stains on their jeans or scuffs on their boots, because they make their living selling their art instead of selling stocks, because they chose a different path than the social norm.

 Friends and Family 

7- Who are his surprising allies? 

It’s not really surprising, but he and Taylor have always had a close bond. They’re close in age, but that’s not why. When Ryan came to live with his cousins and aunts and uncles – they all live in the same town, a few of them in the same neighborhood- he was a little sad and homesick at first. Even though he’d been spending summers with his extended family since he’d been born, the first few weeks after it became permanent, Ryan was quiet, withdrawn and preferred to be by himself rather than playing with his cousins. He felt like an outsider even though this was his family: they all got to stay with their parents while he had to leave his. His (half) brother got to stay, but he didn’t. It wasn’t fair, and it made him feel alone.  

One afternoon while the boys were all out catching frogs or setting off firecrackers or causing some manner of mischief, Ryan was sitting under the tree in his grandparent’s front yard, hiding from the sun and from any of the adults who were trying to get him to “talk about it”, when Taylor wordlessly came over and sat down next to him. At first, Ryan thought about telling her to leave him alone, but when he turned in her direction, he noticed she was crying. Her nose and eyes were red, and her cheeks were damp despite the fact that she was fervently wiping at them with the back of her hand in an effort to banish her tears. She sniffed, the action scrunching up her face, before letting out a melancholy little sigh, too sad for a pig-tailed little girl to make. “It ain’t fair,” she mumbled to Ryan.

Ryan noticed her right knee, scraped and bloodied and smeared with dirt, but he knew that wasn’t why she was crying. Taylor was tough, even if she was little, even if she was a girl. “What ain’t?” he asked her with a sniff of his own, the unruly mop of light brown hair on his head swinging into his eyes as he turned to face his cousin.

Taylor huffed, picking her arms up and letting them fall to her lap. “Bein’ left out,” she said, picking at the frayed white fringes trailing from her cut off denim shorts. “Just ‘cause I’m a girl, Tommy and Fitz and all them said I can’t come climbin’ trees with them.” She looked up at Ryan, a determined set to her eyes. “But I can, Ryan. I’ma good climber an’ I can do it they just don’ want me to and it ain’t fair.”

Ryan couldn’t help himself but laugh, which only made her frown deepen, made her whine ‘hey’. “I know you can climb, Taylor. I know you’rea good climber. They’re jus’ bein’ stupid.”

Her frown relaxed almost instantly, cheeks bouncing back into a near smile as a little giggle replaced the whining. “Yeah,” she giggled again, wiping the last of her tears from her eyes and leaving a smudge of dirt on her face as she did, “they are stupid, aren’t they?”

“Yeah.” Suddenly, Ryan didn’t want to sit and mope anymore. “C’mon,” he said, standing up and motioning for Taylor to do the same. “Let’s go show’m how stupid. Let’s go climb higher’n they can. I bet that’s what they’re really scared of anyway, that you’re gonna make’m look bad.”

Ryan became close with all of his cousins after that, but he and Taylor always remained outsider allies. The only one who grew up without parents, and the only girl in a pack of wild boys.

past and present 

4- What is the most offensive thing he has ever said? 

I hope you don’t take this as a cop out, but Ryan doesn’t really say offensive things. Even when he was young and got himself into trouble, it was always stuff like tagging overpasses or distracting the checkout girl while a buddy stole a bottle of whiskey or getting into a fight in public (one that he wouldn’t have started but also wouldn’t have walked away from) and never from saying anything hurtful. Even when Chloe broke his heart with her decision- he could have been mean. He could have been spiteful. But he wasn’t. He was compassionate and even though he was hurting, he only tried to be supportive and understanding of her. When he was younger he had some rough edges, but Ryan’s a good soul soup to nuts.

9- What advice would he give to his younger self? 

That life is short and its better spent on the good stuff. This is something that’s been constant in his life- losing his father at a young age, having things up-ended on him when he had to move, leaving to go out on his own at 16, losing friends too young… he eventually learned this, the hard way, but the first few years on the road he got up to no good, wasted time getting into fights and finding trouble, trying to express all the pent up anger or negative energy that he didn’t even realize he’d been holding onto. But once he met Cowboy and Georgie and started taking his music seriously, he learned that its better to laugh than fight. It’s better to make people smile than frown. It’s better to leave the world a brighter place than you’d found it. It’s better to make the most of your time instead of wishing things were different. That’s the advice he’d give to anyone in their teens, when you think you’re invincible and that everyone’s entitled to reaching a ripe old age.

love 

6- Has he ever been in love? 

Yes. I talked about this one in another answer, but Ryan was in love with a girl named Chloe, a free spirit like himself. She was a sculpture artist who lived most of the year in Montana, and the rest of the time wherever the wind blew. They were head over heels for each other and both understood the other’s need for travel and adventure, for the unknown and the call of the road. They were together for a little over two years, until she made a choice that derailed their relationship, and she couldn’t accept Ryan’s forgiveness. Now they’ve both moved on, and still keep in touch from time to time. She’s married now, and Ryan couldn’t be happier for her. 

THANK YOU so much for these asks! 

[singingunderthecurtain]

Soul On Fire [M]

Author: julietsoddeye Genre: Non-Idol, Rich Kids AU | Smut Pairing: Siwon x Reader x Junmyeon Warning(s): Unprotected three way sexual intercourse, slight degradation (but not using names like sl*t or wh*re because I do not fucking like those words!!!), slight kink-shaming in a very friendly??? bantering??? way idk im just listing the things I think are in here, sorry. There’s also hair pulling, kinda and all around being rough (mostly Siwon and reader I think lol huhuhaha) Also there’s mention of driving under the influence (like, not a lot, just a couple of beer cans maybe) AND cockwarming. dassit! Word Count: 3.1k

Plot: You and Junmyeon were there to send Siwon when he enlisted, and for sure you and Siwon will be there too when it comes Junmyeon’s time. The three of you have the weirdest camaraderie and nothing has changed over the years, you’re confident nothing will be different after tonight.

A/N: This is like 5% plot, 95% smut lmfao. I dedicate this to my unnie, of course @oh-beyond since I love her fic “Unintentional” so much, I read it for the second time and I was promptly inspired by her creation and this is the shit I got out of it. And I know I’m on hiatus, but, like, idek what I’m saying anymore. LOL bear with me, I’m insane and always lack sleep. Sorry.

You first met Siwon and Junmyeon when you were at the tender age of thirteen. You instantly had a huge crush with Siwon (you lowkey find Junmyeon cute too, they weirdly resemble each other). Who wouldn’t have a crush on any of them? They were, after all, part of the richest and most handsome boys in your school.

You were, however, just alright (at least in your mind). But you were the butt of every joke and mocking of the mean kids. You’re the new money type, you were teased a lot because you weren’t born into a rich family as they did.

Everything changed though when Siwon and Junmyeon stood up for you when the meanest kid in your class pushed you randomly because apparently, you were in her way even though you were just rummaging through your locker for the textbooks you will be needing for that day.

Siwon saw everything and he immediately grabbed her wrist and told her off, she scrambled to her feet afraid and confused why the popular kids are being nice to new money you. Junmyeon then helped you stand up as both of them asked you if you were alright. And you were, thanks to them.

As it turns out, their fathers, who co-CEO the biggest conglomerate in South Korea where your father works are the sole reason why you became Nouveau riche. Their fathers’ generosity didn’t stop with yours, the sons extended their helping hands to you as well.

Ever since that fateful day, you were suddenly respected overnight. Some students may have faked it, but you found good friends in their group.

Siwon was this sweet oppa — Your sweet oppa. He drives you to your dance and piano lessons when your parents are busy attending functions and parties. He buys you ice cream when you get upset and unsatisfied with your grades. And he kills bugs for you when a critter gets in your way. He’s silly too, makes all the funniest faces he can pull off just to make you laugh extra hard when you’re hanging out together.

Junmyeon was your study buddy and your seatmate (he’s miraculously in your class every year after you became close). Siwon was a few years older than both of you, while you and Junmyeon are in the same grade. He helps you focus when you’re suddenly distracted by the smallest of things. And when you’re not studying, he’s telling all the dad jokes he probably got from his own father and the three of you would laugh boisterously. So loud too, that mothers of whichever household you decided to hang out in would shush you so hard.

.

Siwon was the first one to collapse on your bed. He dramatically dropped, a loud thud and an –oof was heard from him. Your night out took a toll on the three of you, him especially since you and Junmyeon were younger than he is.

You called them up suddenly at nine in the evening last night. It was your Birthday eve and you guilt your way through them accepting your hasty invitation. Well, you don’t really have to do that much because they give in to whatever request or favor you ask of them anyway.

You don’t understand why they do what they do for you since they don’t always do the same to anyone not even for any of their previous girlfriends. You've seen a number of women leave their lives full of tears and eyes stained hatred only just for you.

You are young, you are beautiful and rich and you are a threat to them — all of them.

“That was really fun!”

You exclaim as you jump up on your bed, almost on top of Siwon. But he shoots a little bit over to the side to give you space. The three of you just got home (your apartment) from a wild night.

And by wild night meant dinner at your favorite steak restaurant in Gangnam. Drive around Seoul for hours, stop at a convenience store by the Han River to buy each of you two cans of cheap beer and some ice cream. Drive some more and then stop for some tteokbokki and soondae and then home. It was almost Three AM when you arrived at your pad. They decided to sleepover since their own houses were out of the way from where you guys ended up driving to.

“Yeah, let’s never do that again!”

Siwon said with fake enthusiasm. His head hits your pillows after he spoke. You lay your head on his hard chest and then he encircles his arms around your shoulders.

“But we end up doing it year after year anyway.”

Junmyeon lets out a slight laugh as you felt the bed dip and he crawls closer behind you.

“Especially on your birthday.”

Junmyeon adds, poking your back with his pointy finger before resting his forearm around your waist, you clasp your fingers with his when he did so. You can feel his hot breath slowly fanning the nape of your neck. He scoots closer to your body, him spooning you. His left arm up uses it as a pillow for his head since your pillows are all on Siwon’s side of the bed.

You started humming a melody all of a sudden, some song that played on your car radio that got stuck in your head for some reason.

You felt Siwon give the top of your head a chaste kiss when he felt you mindlessly trace shapes on his abs. You didn’t stop your actions even after you notice yourself doing so, it must be the alcohol in your system that’s giving you confidence.

You don’t do these kinds of things on normal days. Even if you still have a crush on both of them, you never act upon your feelings — ever.

Not even when they both have drunkenly confessed to finding you hot and sexy and actually wife material. Not even when you know you’re the reason why all the women they have ever dated leaves them. Not even when Junmyeon kissed you on New Year’s Day last year when you both were the only single people in that party and dismissed it as just a New Year’s kiss. Not even when Siwon suddenly lowkey getting mad when he saw you and Junmyeon eating each other’s faces on the same NY’s party and you know he was embittered (even though he was with his then girlfriend at that time, what the hell) but you didn’t disclose it with him or even Junmyeon.

“Oppa…”

You trail your words, deciding not to continue your sentence. But you still have the urge to tell him now even though it has been two years since that incident.

Siwon gave you a lazy hum as a response, rubbing your arm that he was holding in a soothing manner.

Junmyeon suddenly shifts behind you, you tighten your hold on his hand when you felt him about to let go. And he froze, even his breathing hitched with your action.

You wiggle your ass a bit, you know this is a dangerous property you’re trenching but you don’t care. And slowly, Junmyeon grew half hard with your alacrity.

Junmyeon whines your name silently, it was a very gentle squeak but you still heard it and he slightly pinched the skin of your hand he was holding but you still didn’t stop rubbing your ass on his crotch.

Siwon opened one of his eyes when the bed flits a bit and you suddenly hike up his shirt to touch and expose his hard abs. He saw your eyes were half-lidded, teeth biting your lower lip with hips swaying slowly and Junmyeon’s face struggling to keep a straight mask. But his nose was flaring and eyes almost closing as well.

“Mmm, what is this?”

You froze when you heard Siwon speak. You brave yourself to look at him and he was staring right at your face, his eyes dark and tongue pokes out to lick his lips while his eyes are dancing between your eyes and your mouth ardently.

“Are you giving Junmyeon a hard time?”

He jokes but his eyes glint with a humorless look, more of an inferno-like intensity radiates through them. It feels like your actual soul is on fire.

With his words, you stood up and position yourself on top of him. Your ass now grinding Siwon’s groin and he slams his head on your pillow harshly, you felt the puff of air on your knees from the force of his hit on the fabric.

You look to your left to see Junmyeon watching you with dark eyes as you ride his favorite hyung. You reach out and hook your pointer finger on his collar to pull him to your level and you crash your lips with him in an urgent kiss. His lips were soft and pillowy but your kiss was hard and demanding.

“Fuck—”

Siwon exclaims when he saw you making out with Junmyeon as you grind yourself on his clothed cock. He didn’t expect you to be this wild or loose enough to want a threesome. He hasn’t even seen or heard you talk about anything remotely dirty with your girlfriends, maybe you do when boys are not around, you probably do. He doesn’t know that. But right now he’s definitely green-eyed with envy, this is probably the second time Junmyeon has kissed your lips and he wanted a taste as well. And so he insistently pushes you up only to pin you back down on your own bed, you close your eyes and held your breath when you hit the softness of the duvet.

“Hyung~!”

Junmyeon whines cutely. The last thing you saw was him pouting like a petulant child before Siwon wham himself lip first on your own. You let out a high pitched whimper when your Oppa efficiently rub his already hard on in the middle of your spread legs, on top of your thinly clothed womanhood. Your tennis skirt already hiked up on your stomach, exposing you if not for him dry humping you.

“You like that, huh?”

Siwon quizzes when he finally lets go of your now swollen lips. When you only gave a hum as an answer, Siwon pauses. You whine when he breaks his movements, you look at him and he looks somewhat disappointed.

“Use your words, baby girl.”

He says in a monotone.

“Y–Yes… Daddy.”

The last part was accidental, you didn’t want to expose your kink almost too instantly. And he immediately smirks and taps Junmyeon on his chest.

“Myeon-ah, you heard that? She called me Daddy. You really called me Daddy huh, sweetheart?”

Junmyeon sticks out his tongue to wet his dry lips, he looks down at you with such lust and authority and you just wanted to surrender and let them both do whatever they pleased with your starting-to-weaken-with-desire body.

“What about me? What am I?”

Junmyeon challenges and you swallow the lump that’s already in your throat. But before you can answer, Siwon grabs you by your hair, another hand behind your back for support still careful not to hurt you in any way.

“He asked you a question and you should answer him.”

His words weren’t harsh, but still holds an edge to it and your legs shake and so does your core, quivering with furor and thrill of what’s about to come.

“Y–You… You are D–Daddy as well.”

You finally choke out a reply, ergo not straight but intelligible enough to understand and both Junmyeon and Siwon smiled satisfied with your answer.

“Of course you want two daddies. You’re not contented with just one, you have to have one more, don’t you?”

Junmyeon smirks.

“You filthy, dirty girl, come here.”

Siwon then sits back on your left side and Junmyeon follows on your right. Both men looking at you like you’re the last piece of meat on this earth, you can practically see invisible saliva dripping down the sides of their lips, like hungry predators stalking their prey.

Your breath hitches when Junmyeon suddenly pushes down your underwear and Siwon pulls up the garter of your skirt up to your underboobs.

“Look at you, you’re already soaked.”

Junmyeon lightly touches you and your wetness strings as he leisurely pulls up his fingers away from your dripping sex.

“Who made you like that?”

Siwon questions, beginning to rub his middle and ring finger on your hardened clit.

“You, Daddy Siwon.”

“And who else?”

Junmyeon counters, swiftly inserting two fingers inside of you.

You let out a scream. A scream from both surprise and ecstasy and eventually you start groaning when Junmyeon is fucking your pussy with his fingers with just the right speed.

“DADDY!!! J��Junm–yeon!”

Siwon lifts your shirt, tugs down your bra and his lips wrap around one of your extruded nipples and you instinctively lean on the touch of his hot mouth. His tongue draws out and then flicks your nipples one by one, letting out immodest sounds from his mouth. His teeth graze them next and you can’t help but shout out eagerly, enticing him to just do it once more.

“Eat her out while she sucks me?”

Junmyeon nods his head enthusiastically and swiftly positions himself below you. He rubs the insides of your thigh teasingly before lapping a straight line from the nethermost of your asshole, up to your clit with the tip of his tongue. Screaming at this point hurts your throat and the only thing you can do for now is writhe and jerk which is also an impossibility because of how strong his hold on your thighs.

“Don’t move too much, darling. If you obey, I might make you cum, do you understand?”

“Yes, please, Daddy Junmyeon! I’ll obey you and Daddy Siwon.”

Your answer was clear and steady, you swallowed the accumulated spit inside your mouth again, looking down at Junmyeon who smiled sweetly.

“Good girl.”

And then delves his face on your heat.

Siwon hovers above your chest, pulling his zipper, pants and eventually underwear down just enough to pull out his cock and it smacks you right on to the face. The both of you chuckle faintly before his face turns serious again, full of hunger for you only. He grabs the base of him and rubs his tip on your lips and you gladly open up your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue.

His eyes roll at the back of his head when you started bobbing your head, your hands holding on to his strong thighs for more traction.

“Fuck — Princess!

Siwon moans, one fist tight around your hair the other hand grabbing on to your headboard. Your scalp almost burning with how much he was pulling them as he now thrusts harder on your face. Tears are welling at the side of your eyes from suppressing your gagging as your Oppa’s cock keeps hitting the back of your throat.

You let him gag your mouth and focuses your attention back to the activity below you. Junmyeon Frenching your pussy like it was your actual lips. The sounds he was singing out as he gives your clit a few kitten licks before nibbling on them is making your skin crawl and tingle so, so good.

Letting go of one of Siwon’s thighs, you fisted Junmyeon’s hair as you feel yourself nearing the edge. You felt the vibration on your skin when he groaned so loud as you pull his hair and grind your hips to the rhythm of his movement.

Your concentration got disrupted when Siwon startlingly squeezes your jaws with his big hand and pulls his cock out of your mouth.

“I don’t want to cum like this, I wanna do it inside of you.”

He caresses your cheek, letting you breathe for a minute before pulling you up, forcing Junmyeon to stop his feast.

“Come here and sit on Oppa.”

Siwon grabs you by your waist, twirling you around to face Junmyeon before pulling you down to straddle his lap.

Junmyeon then unbuckles his belt to finally free the restraints of his jeans. But before he can completely pull down his pants with, a -come-hither- gesture, you motioned for him to come closer to you, in which he did. Junmyeon bends on his waist and you connect lips as you both met halfway. His chin was still damp of your juices and you love how you can taste yourself on his tongue.

Siwon rubs his cock to coat him with your wetness before pushing inside of you. He moans lewdly because you are so tight and so warm and everything he has ever imagined you of being. He has always been mindful not to make you uncomfortable in any way or situation, hiding his feelings because he thought you only see him as your Oppa. But look at the both of you now doing all the things he only dreamed about with the addition of Junmyeon.

Junmyeon stood up again and returns to removing his pants as you pause for a bit, adjusting to the stretch Siwon introduced. You kept eye contact with the man in front of you as he stroke himself to prepare him for your mouth.

“You’re so beautiful like that.”

Junmyeon sighs, admiring your position below him. As gratitude for his words, you take his cock with your left hand gave his tip a gentle kiss that makes him bit his lower lip hard. You then lick your right palm to smears your saliva on his tip, mixing in with his precum as you start to bounce on Siwon’s lap. Both men made noises that sounded pornographic and delicious in your ears. Without wasting any more time, you take Junmyeon full, laxing and curling your tongue around his girth so he can easily slide inside your mouth.

The three of you kept the harmony for a few more minutes, you and Siwon were the first to reach your climax with Junmyeon following just a bit after.

You swallowed Junmyeon’s mess after he pulls out, swiping your thumb on the side of your lips to lick what’s left of his cum. Siwon wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you down next to him to spoon you, with him still inside of you. You can hear and feel his breath relaxing on your skin and soft snores eventuate moments later, indicating sleep has finally found him.

Junmyeon cuddles right in after he cleaned himself. His right arm wrapped protectively around your shoulder, your head eased on his chest.

“What happens next?”

You sleepily murmur your worry, Junmyeon caressing your hair and gives your lips a tender kiss before responding.

“Shh, let’s talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

He consoled you.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“I love you both.”

You manage to whisper before slipping to a night of deep sleep.

“We love you too.”

.  .  .

Breaking my hiatus for a holy week nastiness. 😭😭😭😂😂😂

[flyaway-33]

I’ll Take Care of You-- Part 2

Roger x Reader

Summary: After the concert, Roger only gets sicker and you convince him to seek medical care. Fluff.

Warnings: Vomiting, nudity, mentions of hospital.

The cold night air and beautifully clear, starry sky shocked you as you lead Roger out of a secluded back exit to the awaiting car. It was quite a contrast to the roaring stadium you had just exited. The two of you headed straight back to the hotel while the other three band members, still giddy with adrenalin went for drinks somewhere. You dragged Roger straight to the bathroom when you got back to your hotel room and immediately ran the bath. 

“Strip.” You instructed. 

“What, no foreplay?” Roger chuckled, but shook his head and did as he was told when you shot him an angry glare. 

You pulled off your own sweaty clothes and felt the water to make sure it was a good temperature. You knew Roger liked it hot to soothe his sore muscles after a long night of giving 110 percent to his drums. He went to get in the bath and you held his arm to steady him as he stepped in and helped him lower himself into the steaming water, the epitome of exhaustion. He leaned back but you pushed him forward almost aggressively. 

“Wha—?” He sounded very annoyed as he glanced up at you in question. 

“I’m the big spoon tonight. You’re relaxing.” You slipped into the water behind him, straddling his body and it was an odd position to be in as he was a few inches taller than you. You pulled him back to lean on you and guided his head down to rest on your shoulder. Roger slowly relaxed as you poured several cups of water over his head and began to massage shampoo into his luscious hair. A smile crept onto your lips as you ran your fingers through it, washing away the pain of the day. His eyes were closed and a light smile played at his lips as well as you soaked up the joy that taking care of him gave you. It was such a sweet moment between the two of you, and if it weren’t for the fact that you knew Rog felt terrible you would want it to last forever. 

Once you were finished spoiling him and took care of yourself as well, you nudged for him to get up. The water was getting cold and you didn’t need for him to get any sicker. The two of you toweled off and both stumbled to bed in exhaustion, neglecting clothes and wanting nothing more than to surround each other in warmth and sleep. Roger sprawled himself out face down on the bed and you clambered on top of him to kiss his cheek before rolling over and curling into his side, his feverish body giving you the warmth the blankets he was laying on top of never could. 

The peacefulness didn’t last more than an hour, though. He tossed and turned, mumbling in his sleep, and woke up in a cold sweat, shaking slightly. “Get under the covers.” You demanded as he shuddered. 

“I don’t feel well…” he moaned and you got the hint. You leapt out of bed and grabbed the wastebasket from beside the dresser and slid it under his chin just in time. 

“You haven’t eaten, I don’t understand how you’re still throwing up.” You sighed pinching the bridge of your nose at the sound of the painful empty retching. Seeing him like this was difficult, especially when he was normally full of life and energy. It was unnerving to see him so vulnerable and weak.

“Its water” he grumbled, reaching for the bottle of it from the bedside table. “Never ending cycle.” 

“Small sips.” You reminded him. “You’ll be better soon. Maybe we should take you to a hospital? They can give you fluids and it will at the very least make you feel a little better. You’re dehydrated, babe.” 

“I’m not going to a hospital, the press would have a field day speculating when it’s probably just the bloody stomach flu.” Roger relaxed into the bed once more, this time maneuvering under the blankets. “Leave that trashcan next to the bed, if you will. Thank you, love.”

“Of course, babe.” You kissed his forehead and climbed under the covers beside him once more. “You need to try to eat something in the morning, okay? Even if it comes back up you just need to try for me.”

“I will, love.” He mumbled as he drifted back to sleep. You watched him for a little while, admiring his features in the glow of the moon drifting through the window. His long eyelashes rested lightly on his cheeks and his messy blond hair gave him an adorable boyish look. His baby face along with his mischievous tendencies gave you a rush that made you feel like a teenager again. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten so lucky. 

Once again, you felt like you were asleep for five minutes when this time you and Roger were ambushed by an overly energetic Freddie leaping onto the two of you. 

“Arg!”

“Oof!”

You and Roger protested the rude awakening as Freddie greeted you loudly in a sing-song voice. “Good morning lovies! We need to be on the bus in one hour so lets get a move on!”

“An hour, Fred? Its 4 am! Wake me up in 45.” Roger groaned running a hand down his face. 

“Looks like you felt better last night.” Freddie commented, noticing the lack of clothes. 

“No, actually. I just felt too shitty to put clothes on to be honest. Now fuck off!”

“Oh no no, you won’t be saying that. I’ve ordered room service to be delivered here for us all and Brian and John will be over in 10. We need to get a good meal in before our travels!” 

“The thought of food makes me nauseous. Did you lot even sleep last night?”

“You haven’t eaten in over 24 hours, darling,” Freddie’s voice lowered in concern. “you must at least make an effort. And anyway, no, we didn’t, we just got back about an hour ago to get our showers and pack up, actually.”

“Ugh fuck off, I don’t have the energy for this.” Roger moaned, pulling a pillow over his head. “I’ll try a piece of toast if it’ll make the two of you happy.” His voice was muffled comically by the pillow. 

“Thats the spirit!” Freddie laughed, finally climbing off of you two and waltzing over to the open suitcase. “Now what will we put ‘Rainbow’ Meddows Taylor in today, hmm?” Freddie began pawing through the multicolored garments.

“I don’t know, Fred but can you toss me a shirt? I don’t need to be naked in front of all four members of Queen today.” You sighed sitting up and rubbing your eyes. 

“Why not?” He shot back, tossing a random shirt onto the bed. “It would be quite a story for the ages.” 

You rolled your eyes and pulled the shirt on over your head, finding that it was one of Roger’s threadbare lounge tees that he would normally just wear to bed and it fell just barely long enough. You got to your feet and glanced back at Roger, intending to flirt from afar on your way to the bathroom, but as he began to sit up the mesmerized smile he had started to give you faltered and he squeezed his eyes shut, sitting so still propped up on his elbows that he didn’t look real. 

“Rog?” You asked, heading back to his bedside. Freddie glanced up from the suitcase. 

“Dizzy.” Roger said shortly before his lips pressed close into a tight, thin line. 

“Breathe, honey, you’re not helping yourself like that.” You cooed, sitting beside him and putting a comforting arm around him. 

“That’s what happens when you don’t eat!” Freddie sang, standing with a single clap of his hands. A knock sounded at the door. “Perfect timing” he chimed, striding over to the door to let the bellhop in with the room service cart. He tipped him and sent him on his way in a bit of a rush, trying to uphold Roger’s privacy as much as he could. No one outside of the tour family needed to see him in the state he was in. 

Meer seconds after the food arrived so did the other half of Queen. Brian and John strode in, laughing about some joke John was telling. Roger opened his eyes and peeked up at them, annoyed at their volume, but he didn’t comment. 

You helped him fully sit up slowly and brought him a piece of toast. “Here, just try for me.”

“Still not feeling well, Rog?” Brian asked as he started to load a plate for himself with eggs and fruit, perching on the end of the bed and giving him a look filled with pitty. 

“I feel worse than yesterday, honestly.” He grunted in response before cautiously nibbling at a corner of the toast. “Doesn’t help that we haven’t been able to sleep.”

“You can sleep all day on the bus.” Deaky smiled softly, taking the chair in the corner with his own plate piled high. 

“So far so good.” You commented as Roger took a bigger bite and he gave you a gentle smile. 

Everyone was able to get on the bus by 5 am by some sort of miracle, and Roger had been managing two pieces of toast just fine and was starting to feel more confident, though he claimed he still felt terrible. You yourself were feeling a bit run down, but you brushed it off as the messed up sleep schedule. Everyone went to bed, as soon as they boarded the bus, retreating to the small bunks that were made private with black out curtains hung over the sides. Roger’s bunk was above Freddie’s on the left side, and because you weren’t really supposed to be with them, you had to either squeeze in with him or take the couch and as usual Roger requested you come and snuggle close with him. 

It was always a tight squeeze on the single bed with hardly enough room for him let alone the both of you. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you’d be more comfortable on the couch, especially since Roger didn’t exactly try to save you space when he was sleeping. But like a good girlfriend, you crawled up into the cramped bunk with him and squeezed between him and the wall. His body was still hotter than usual and you frowned to yourself, concerned with his wellbeing. You ran your fingers through his hair and lulled him to sleep, and he was out in seconds, but you couldn’t relax enough to even think of sleep. Instead you continued to play with a lock of his baby blond hair, smiling to yourself at how soft it felt between your fingers. 

As the bus finally began to move he shifted in his sleep, his brow furrowing and his mouth twisting into a troubled frown. You gently inched up and kissed his temple softly. “Shh, you’re okay, Rog,” you whispered as quietly as you could. His face relaxed and he turned to face you, his heavy arm pulling you tight to his chest as he snuggled close in his sleep. You had to use every ounce of self control not to squeal in delight and melt into a puddle. It amazed you how soft and affectionate bad boy Roger could be, even if he wasn’t conscious at the time. 

To your surprise you were able to drift of to a peaceful sleep wrapped in his arms.  A half hour later you were knelt behind Roger in the minuscule bus bathroom rubbing his back as he vomited up his breakfast. 

You were exhausted from taking care of him for the past two days. This cycle was getting old fast and all you wanted was a long, deep sleep, but you knew it wouldn’t happen as long as you were with Queen and especially as long as Roger was ill. It was just hardwired in your nature to take care of people and you knew you could never make him fend for himself. 

Instead of taking him back to his bunk when he finished, you lead him to the sofa bed and adjusted it into bed form as Roger wobbled where he stood. You gently laid him down and went back to his bunk for his duvet. You draped it over him before climbing in beside him. This arrangement was much more comfortable than the tiny box that was his bunk and you could stretch out just a little. You pulled his head over to rest on your shoulder and he wordlessly nestled into your side. You ran your hands through his soft hair and frowned, feeling how warm he still was, and wished he wasn’t too stubborn to go to a doctor.  

This time he didn’t go back to sleep but instead played with the hem of your shirt, silently brooding. 

“Whatcha thinkin about, Rog?” You hummed as you continued to pet him. 

“How much I love you.” He sighed nonchalantly and your heart soared. 

“Oh honey…” you began with a huge smile. 

“Hold on I’m not done.” He said, shifting to sit up on his elbow so that he could see you. “You’re too good to me. You’ve practically been my personal nurse for the past two days and haven’t complained at all even though I can see how tired you are. You’re so beautiful and you’re so perfect. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

“Rog… are you crying?” You asked due to the thickness of his voice and the glassiness that had formed over his gorgeous blue eyes. He quickly looked away and rubbed a hand over his face.  

“No, its just it makes me emotional thinking about it, thats all.” 

“Oh honey don’t cry,” you giggled, pulling him back down to you. “I love you and I’m going to take care of you as long as you’ll let me.” You cooed, stroking his hair once more. You felt your shirt becoming damp and knew he was silently shedding tears. Your heart ached for him, wishing that he didn’t feel like he had to hide his emotions from you. You wanted to see all of them, the good, the bad, the ugly, everything. “Rog, look at me.” 

He pulled his head up and met your gaze, his eyes glazed and red and a frown had formed on his rosy lips, causing a deep line to form between his furrowed brows. 

“Something’s wrong.” You stated. “Tell me.” 

“I just want to feel better.” His voice was thick, you could hear the lump in his throat and it made one form in yours as well. You had never seen him so pathetic but you knew the lack of sleep and food was what was getting to him. 

“I’m worried about you, babe.” You sighed, at a loss for words of substance, and hugged him tight. “I think you’re running yourself into the ground. You’re dehydrated and exhausted, and I really think we should get you medical care.”

“I think you’re right…”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise: Roger never gave in. Immediately your mind jumped to strategy. Taking him to a hospital would be tricky in the large, conspicuous tour bus, and Roger hated press speculation with a passion. Everyone knew that the minute a member of Queen was spotted anywhere near a hospital rumors and false stories would fly.

“Okay, we’ll get you there. Should I tell the driver we need to go to the next hospital?”

“No, can we talk to the others first? We can wait for them to get up.”

“Honey, the sooner we can get you care the sooner you’ll feel better.” 

“I know, it’s just— okay fine, we can wake them.” Roger’s face broke your heart, and you knew from all the uncharacteristic giving in he was doing that he was downright miserable.

You kissed his forehead and got up to go wake the boys, knowing, but keeping to yourself that this was not going to be a fun trip. 

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Queen of Hearts (Ch. 2)

Drake x MC (Emma Barnes)

TRR AU: What would happen if Emma loved Drake but had to marry Liam?

Catch up here with Chapter 1

Warnings: None (Unless you’re a Liam stan) a little angsty 

Word Count: 1302 

Summary: Emma confesses to Drake why she said yes to Liam 

Chapter 2 song pairing: Secret Love by Hunter Hayes 

We get so close but we never touch,

Gotta wear this mask for just long enough

To get away from all the eyes that stare us down.

Like two criminals with the dream to steal,

Not a trace to be found of the way we feel.

With our hearts on the line, we give in and we get away.

Secret love, all the things we do,

Secret love, baby me and you,

Got a secret love.

Stayin' under cover and out of sight,

If nobody knows, then we're doin' it right.

Secret love.

Got a secret love.

When you're living a life that you gotta deny,

When you feel how we feel, but you gotta keep lying,

It's only gonna mess you up inside.

When you walk by each other in a crowded room,

And nobody sees how I'm looking at you,

But we'll meet in a minute at the rendezvous.

Only you know what I mean.

“I don't think there's anything left to talk about.” He replied coolly. Emma panicked.

“Drake you don't understand.” She pleaded.

“I understand completely Barnes.” He snapped. “Your name is cleared, you've made your decision, despite everything you said.”

“Let me explain Drake.” She pleaded, grabbing his hands. Drake sucked in a breath and ripped his hand away.

“I think you should go. Your fiancé can comfort you now.” In frustration, Emma ripped the ring off and threw it into the room somewhere. Drake looked at her in surprise and was met with her lips crashing onto his. He fell into the kiss, tangling his hands in her hair as he had so many times before. He pulled away when he felt the warm sting of her tears on his cheeks. She pressed their foreheads together, her hand cupping his cheek.

“I love you, Drake Walker. I'm not leaving until you listen to me.” She knew he couldn't say no to her, he opened his eyes and met her gaze for the first time, something in her eyes told him that she was being genuine.

“I feel like I'm going to need whiskey for this.” She gave him a wry smile.

“Bring the whole damn bottle.” Drake took a swig before Emma snatched it out of his hands. She flinched as she finally pulled the bottle away.

“Oof, it burns.” She took a deep breath and looked at Drake.

“I told Liam yes so I could keep you...keep us safe.” Drake let out an incredulous laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about Barnes?”

“I told him no, I told him I couldn't marry him because I'm in love with you. I tried to leave but he stopped me.” Drake sat there still trying to process everything, Emma took another long swig of whiskey.

“He told me that he couldn't return to Cordonia without a fiancé, Cordonia has enemies, and right now with the transition of power, it's weak. He said that if he returned without a fiancé that he would lose support and our enemies would strike, we wouldn't be safe. All of our friends, Hana, Maxwell, you…” she trailed off looking at him, his expression blurred by her tears threatening to spill again, “you'd all be in danger.”

Drake tried to process her words but he kept going back to the part where she had told Liam no, she had chosen him and he somehow still lost her. The thought killed him and he took another drink.

“He said that he couldn't fault me for being in love with you and that in the interest of Cordonia if I married him, he would let me be with you.” The tears finally spilled and the weight of her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He would do anything to keep her safe, he couldn't blame her for this but he was so angry. He wanted to tell the world that this beautiful, amazing woman had chosen him; he wanted to shout from the rooftops about how much he loved her. His thoughts drifted to the engagement ring in his drawer, the one that would never rest on her finger like he had imagined so many times. He had to love her in the shadows forever, nothing would really change from the way it was now.

“I just couldn't bear the thought of something happening to you. Please say something Drake.” She began sobbing.

“If we have to hide in the shadows forever, so be it, as long as you're safe.” He pulled her close and held her as she sobbed into his shoulder, her body shaking in his arms.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry it has to be this way, Drake.” He felt his own hot tears sting his eyes as he buried his face into her blonde curls.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. We'll figure this out Barnes, I promise.” he kissed her shoulder and gently ran his hand down her hair and back to soothe her. Her body finally stopped shaking and he carefully pulled away thinking she had fallen asleep. Instead, her lips gently met his, the kiss salty from tears. She deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth. They pulled away, coming up for air.

“Can you hold me tonight?” Drake nodded and laid down, Emma scooting as close as possible to him. Her head resting on his chest, an arm slung over him while his fingertips slowly traced lines up and down her arm. Moments later he heard her deep even breathing, he laid there staring at the ceiling for hours wondering how everything got so complicated.

When Drake woke up, Emma was still sleeping peacefully with her head on his chest, sunlight pouring in through the windows, someone was knocking on the door. He cursed quietly and carefully slipped out from underneath of Emma, still in her clothes from the night before. He struggled to remember the events of last night, it all felt like some horrible nightmare, and then he opened the door.

“Morning.” It was, Liam. Drake felt like he'd been punched in the gut, it hadn't all been a nightmare.

“Is she here? She wasn't in her room so I thought I should check here.” Drake stepped aside and let Liam in, he grimaced at the sight of the woman he loved in his best friend's bed, the man she loved.

“It's not what it looks like.” Drake stupidly blurted out, he had no idea what to say.

“She told me, Drake...I take it she told you what happened?” He nodded and sighed picking up the whiskey bottle to take a drink. Liam took a step towards her when he felt something large underfoot, he bent down and saw the unmistakable sparkle of a diamond. Both men flinched as he picked up the engagement ring she had thrown across the room the night before.

“Maybe it fell off her finger.” Drake tried to lessen the blow, Liam was still his best friend after all.

“It was fitted for her, Drake. You don't have to lie.” He sighed and took a seat.

“I know she's not happy about this, I wish things were different.”

“Me too. I...we never meant to hurt you, Liam, to have to you find out like this. I tried, I tried so hard to fight my feelings for her. There's just...there's something about her.” Both men looked at her longingly and both of them with pain.

“I know Drake. I should be going. The plane leaves soon, you should wake her.” Drake nodded and Liam slipped out the door. Drake took one more deep breath and a shot of whiskey before going over to the bed. He gently kissed Emma's cheek and she stirred, forcing her eyes open, pasted shut by her tears. She sat up and Drake's face was inches from hers, she almost thought it had all been a bad dream until she smelled the whiskey on his breath.

“You smell like whiskey. What happened?” Drake sighed and absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair.

“The plane is leaving soon, you should go get your things.” He thought about telling her Liam stopped by but decided it wasn't worth it.

“Right. I still need to pack.” Emma slid off the bed and shuffled to the door defeated. She gave Drake one last sad smile as she reached for the door when he cleared his throat. She turned, hopeful that he was going to tell her not to go, but instead, he held out his hand with her engagement ring sitting on his palm. He wouldn't meet her gaze, she stared at the ring before taking it and sliding it onto her finger. Again it felt as though her arm was being weighed down.

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Oof, so late but I loved writing this. The fic’s under the cut!

“What’s up, people? Lead guitarist in the building! What’s on the agenda tonight?” Lance dropped his guitar, gently, on the couch in the studio. He plopped down beside Allura, slyly wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

He looked around at his glum-faced bandmates, Hunk even playing a sad tune on the bass and Keith tapping on the bass drum of his drum set lighting as he air drummed a new beat for one of Voltron’s songs.

Allura and Coran both seemed on edge and Lance rose an inquisitive brow when he noticed the absence of their lead singer and guitarist, Shiro.

“Uhhh,” he drawled, “Where’s Shiro?”

Keith struck the cymbals in fury and the loud clang echoed through the studio’s walls and Allura winced at the action.

He rose an eyebrow and glared at Keith, “What’s your problem?”

Keith snapped his head towards Lance and looked at him with a murderous glare. Though, before he could say anything, Allura quickly spoke in a soothing voice in an attempt to soothe the imminent fight.

“Shiro was caught in a car accident this morning,” she announced quietly, her blue eyes finding their place on the floor and Lance gaped at the team.

“What?” He whispered, an incredulous look on his face, “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine for now,” Keith answered, his arms crossed abd his usual angry put on his lips, “The drunk driver hit him head on and a glass shard cut across his nose and a fire burned half his arm.”

Hunk then laid a hand on his shoulder, “We were waiting for you before we would leave to visit him, Keith went earlier.”

Lance’s eyes widened at the news and he looked around, “Well, why are we waiting? Come on, let’s go!”

The team spent the whole afternoon with their newly crippled friend. Shiro laid on the hospital bed, him looking paler than Lance had ever seen him.

Shiro, despite having been on the brink of death a few hours ago was already making dad jokes about his injury and the group was glad that Shiro is still their Shiro, even if he was missing an arm.

“Dr. Sam Holt said he’d bring me a special prosthetic later today so I can see if I want it,” Shiro announced after a moment of silence.

“The dude from the Garrison?” Hunk asked, his eyes lighting up at the mention of the brilliant scientist.

Shiro chuckled and nodded, “Yes, that’s him, Hunk. He’s gonna be coming with Matt and Katie, too.”

Keith rose a brow from his position sitting on the arm of a chair, Allura leaning on him from between his legs, “Matt’s little sister’s coming?”

Shiro nodded, “She’s a great singer, I was hoping she can sing in the gigs I’ll be missing.”

Lance’s mind flashes with his memories of the smart girl in his engineering classes from the Garrison. The pretty genius in his class can sing and play? He almost scoffed. No one’s that perfect.

Lance furrowed his eyebrows, “What? Her?”

Shiro sighed, “Yes, Lance. She’ll be a great replacement for now and I have a feeling you’re gonna like her.”

Before Lance could say anything, though, the three Holts walked in. His tongue caught in between his teeth when his blue eyes were captivated in her mesmerizing hazels. A smirk playing on her lips when she catches him watching her.

He would have to wait and see.

“Alright, Katie-” Keith began.

“You can call me Pidge,” Katie corrected, wrinkling her nose and fixing her glasses on her nose. Her headphones laying atop her head in an adorable way.

Hunk chuckled and Lance rose a brow, “Like a Pigeon?”

Katie huffed, “Are you serious? That’s the oldest joke in the book.”

Lance smirked, “It’s not in the book. No one’s nicknamed Pidge except for you, Katie.”

Pidge lifted her hand in a vulgar symbol, sending Lance in a fit of laughs and Keith rolled his eyes, “Okay, Pidge, can you sing any rock song that comes to your head? We need to see if this collaboration will work.”

Pidge rose a thumbs up and she strummed the strings on her guitar.

A quick intro started on the speakers, the tune immediately reminding Lance of the early 2000′s era of music.

So what if I came cleanAnd told you all you mean to meSo what if I meant every word I saidBaby don’t let it go to your head

Lance was shocked. There was no way that voice was Pidg-Katie’s. It was too perfect for their style. It was perfect.

So what if I write your name‘Cause you’re always on my brainIn a heart, I paint it crimson redBaby don’t let it go to your head

Now is when Lance truly listens to the lyrics and he starts blushing as Pid-Katie! looks at him with that look. His face turns crimson as he realizes he kinda likes it.

Don’t be getting any big ideasLet me make it clear

Just 'cause I can’t go onJust 'cause I die when you’re goneJust 'cause I think of you in bedDon’t let it go to your headIf I looked in your eyesOne, two, too many timesAnd memorized every word you saidDon’t let it go to your head

Keith signals for her to stop and she does, her eyes looking up owlishly at the group and smiles.

Keith nods, “Shiro was right, you are perfect for our style. Where did you learn to sing like that?”

She shrugs, “I just sing over your songs and learn your style. No biggie.”

Keith nods and, for conversation, asked as he jotted down, “Which’s your favorite?”

She smiles smugly and eyes Lance, “What I Need. I think Lance wrote it, right?”

Oh, God his heart stopped. Take him to space hospital because this girl’s out of this world.

Lance nodded dumbly and Keith eyed him suspiciously before turning to Allura, “Well? Allura, you’re the manager here.”

She smiles and says, “You’re perfect for the job, Pidge, thank you.”

Hunk cheered, “Yes, you were awesome!”

She smiled and looked expectantly at the suspiciously quiet Latino. Keith noticed this and he elbowed him. Lance jolted and said the first thing in his mind, “FNCK YES!”

Allura glared at the vulgar vocabulary and Keith chuckled as Lance gushed at the petite girl, a deep blush in his voice.

Hope you liked it! Sorry again for the tardiness and thanks for the ask! This is the song Pidge sang: Don’t Let it Go to Your Head by Fefe Dobson. It’s such a Plance song and you can’t tell me otherwise.

[piratekane]

may 28, missing scene (vanessa/charity)

Picking up where we left Charity and Vanessa, at David’s. @thegirl20 asked ‘Where the f*ck is Moses?’ and this happened...

“So.” Vanessa’s voice is sharp, cutting through the fog in Charity’s head. “If you’re not staying with Debbie, fancy a sleepover at mine?”

Charity sighs into her glass. “Suppose so.”

Vanessa forces a too-wide smile and plucks the glass out of Charity’s hands. “Oh, it’ll be fun. You, me, your duvet.” She lifts her eyebrows, the toe of her shoe against Charity’s ankle.

“And two wee ones. My fantasy sleepover,” Charity says flatly.

“Give over.” Vanessa‘s foot hooks around the back of Charity’s calf muscle. “Three of your favorite people, all in their jammies, ready to snuggle you?”

“I prefer you in no jammies.” Charity shrugs unapologetically.

Brenda makes a small gasping noise behind them.

“And snuggle is not a word I’d use to describe that chokehold you call spooning,” Charity continues. “An anaconda, you are.”

Brenda gasps again, louder.

Charity grins wickedly, the corners of her mouth turning up. Vanessa’s foot slides off Charity’s calf and hits the ground with a soft thud. Charity opens her mouth to say something else but Vanessa rushes to fill the silence.

“I am not,” she hisses.

“Right,” Charity says slowly. “Rocket woman. That better, babe?”

Vanessa purses her lips, eyes narrowing. “Suppose so.” She finishes the rest of her drink and stands, offering her hand to Charity. “Shall we?”

Charity huffs but drops her hand into Vanessa’s. “Suppose so,” she echoes, letting Vanessa haul her to her feet. Their hands lace easily, naturally, and Charity marvels at it as Vanessa leads her out of David’s and up the small path to Tug Ghyll. She’s held plenty of hands, but Vanessa’s fits inside of her own in a way so different than anyone else before her.

The boys are on the floor when they get in, stretched out on their stomachs, their feet in the air and their chins in their hands as they watch an episode of Paw Patrol on the telly. Frank closes his book, marking his place for later, and stands up.

“You weren’t gone long,” he says, eyes lingering on Charity for a moment. “Everything alright?”

“At David’s prices?” Charity snorts. “It’s a wonder we even got a glass.”

“Oi,” Vanessa says. “You didn’t pay.”

Charity winks. “I’ll make it up to you, babe, yeah?”

Frank wrinkles his nose. “And that’s my cue.” He presses a kiss to the side of Vanessa’s head. “We’re just a call away.”

“Ta,” Vanessa calls after him as he lets himself out. She swats at Charity’s hands, sliding across her hips with intent. “Charity,” she scolds.

“Oh, the boys won’t notice if we nip upstairs for a bit of a fumble.” Charity mouths at the edge of Vanessa’s jawbone. “I did say I’d make it up to you, yeah?”

Vanessa rolls her eyes and ducks out of the way of the next kiss, smiling when Charity groans and drops her head into her hands.

“Right.” Vanessa claps her hands together. “Well, boys. Shall we get in our jammies and make a fort?”

Moses’s eyes light up and something swells in Charity’s chest, filling the small hole Debbie’s refusal dug out. “A fort!” he shouts. He jumps up and stumbles, landing on Johnny with an oof and rolling off him just as quickly. Charity doesn’t bother fighting a smile as Moses keeps jumping, singing the word ‘fort’ like a drinking song. He tugs on Vanessa’s blazer and then Charity’s jacket and keeps singing all the while.

My life is a car crash, she’d told Vanessa.

I’m a rubbish mum, she’d told Vanessa.

But Moses throws himself at her, smiling a smile she hasn’t seen in ages, and that voice in her head gets a little quieter for now. She tidies the kitchen while Vanessa ushers the boys upstairs and gets them ready for their adventure. She can hear them chattering away - Paw Patrol requests and Johnny stomping his feet around like a dinosaur. Charity busies herself with pulling the couch apart, laying the cushions out on the floor at the base of the couch. She pauses; she hasn’t the faintest idea how to construct a fort.

The boys come down in matching dinosaur zip onesies, roaring at each other and jumping up and down on the cushions. Vanessa pads down the stairs after them, in tartan bottoms and a loose bed shirt. She tosses a matching pair at Charity.

“Might be a bit short, but they’ll do.” Vanessa puts the kettle on to boil and pulls some hot chocolate packets out of the cupboard, setting up thick mugs for the boys. She looks up every so often as Charity slips out of her trousers, laying them over the back of a kitchen chair, and slides into the tartan bottoms.

Charity changes into the shirt and presses in behind Vanessa, thumbing at her hipbone through the thin fabric of her sleep pants. “I have a confession to make.” She kisses under Vanessa’s ear. If she closes her eyes, she’s back in her kitchen and everything is rose-tinted, Bails-less and blissful. She feels Vanessa’s head fall back against her shoulder, exposing the line of her neck. “I’ve never built a fort,” she breathes.

Vanessa’s head snaps up. “Never?” she asks, turning in Charity’s arms.

Charity hums, her hands ghosting along Vanessa’s sides. “Never.” She leans in to avoid the pity she knows will spark through Vanessa’s eyes, kissing Vanessa softly. A thumb strokes down her cheek and Charity feels its warmth seep through her, grounding her. “Weren’t much in the way of forts, my… acquaintances.”

“Then I’ll give you a lesson, shall I?” Vanessa pulls away, scooping up Moses and Johnny and passing them over to Charity.

She staggers under their weight for a moment but steadies herself as Moses sags against her. Johnny sits up a little higher, his fingers winding through her hair. Like his mother, he is, she thinks. Always playing with her hair, always twisting it around his fingers and knotting it up. He nuzzles into her, his hair tickling the bottom of her chin, and Moses watches him curiously, leaning in the same way to mimic him.

The hole Debbie dug grows just a little smaller.

Charity watches intently as Vanessa moves around the living room, studying each move she makes so she can replicate this someday when she needs to put a smile on Moses or Johnny’s face. Vanessa moves the end table, stacks laundry bins on top of each other, and stretches a blanket from the back of the couch to the self-made columns on either side of the television. Vanessa stands back, a proud smile on her face and her hands on her hips.

“Now we just need your duvet and we’ll be all set.” She gestures at the boys. “You alright with them?”

Charity hoists them up a little higher, their tired bodies getting heavier by the second. Her arms are aching, her whole body tense, but Moses is curled into her and Johnny is humming something she’s sure she’s heard Vanessa sing a time or two and she won’t put them down for anything. She nods and whistles as Vanessa leaves the house, grinning widely when Vanessa turns back, scandalized.

“Mummy,” Moses mutters.

“Yeah, babe?” Charity turns her head and presses her lips to his forehead.

“You’re a sausage.”

Charity barks out a laugh and wiggles her fingers against his side. “Who taught you that?”

“Daddy,” Moses says shyly.

Charity rolls her eyes. “Well, your Daddy is a sausage, isn’t he.”

Moses grins.

Johnny sighs heavily and Charity turns towards him, her lips against his forehead. “Your mummy is a sausage too. And God help me if I don’t care for them both,” she adds quietly.

Vanessa comes back with Charity’s duvet and she lays it out over the couch cushions on the floor, turning it into a cloud. Charity drops the boys with a giggle, watching as they bounce together on the cushions. They settle in the middle of the duvet and stretch out, making small snow angels.

Vanessa winds an arm around her waist and leans into her side. “And that’s how you make a fort.”

“Hardly rocket science, is it?” Charity soothes the sting of the words with a kiss to the side of Vanessa’s forehead. “Looks great, babe. The kids’ll love it.”

Vanessa lifts her eyebrows. “The kids? No, we’re all sleeping here.”

Charity shakes her head slowly. “No. There is a perfectly good bed right up them stairs and I intend to make good use of it.”

Vanessa turns away from her. “Moses, Johnny. Do you want to sleep down here tonight? All of us?”

“Well, that’s not fair, innit?” Charity nods at Moses and Johnny. “‘Course they want us to kip down here. Bloody best night of their lives. And my worst.”

“Here! Here!” Moses and Johnny shout. They’re rolling all over her duvet now, noses in the fabric and grubby hands clutching at the soft downy spots.

Vanessa shrugs her shoulder. “Can’t argue with them, can you?”

“I can,” Charity points out.

“But you won’t,” Vanessa counters. She slips a finger behind the waistband of Charity’s tartan bottoms and gives a small tug. “We’ll wait until they fall asleep and then you can… make it up to me.”

Charity twists the end of Vanessa’s ponytail around her finger. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Vanessa says. “Now, let’s get some hot chocolate for the boys, and a strong brew for us. I’ve got some crisps in the cupboard and Johnny hasn’t half been dying to watch the new Sea Patrol DVD we picked up in town.” She nods at the DVD case on the kitchen table; it has Chase, Marshall, and Rubble on it in scuba gear. “We’ll wear them out and then-”

“Then I can wear you out,” Charity husks. She leans in, nipping at Vanessa’s lower lip. “You better not fall asleep on me, babe.”

Vanessa laughs softly. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

*

Charity wakes up slowly, the room dim with the blanket tarp above them. Her arm is stiff, stretched out across the two boys and wound in the front of Vanessa’s sleepshirt. She blinks, trying to clear the sleep from her eyes, and startles a bit as the room comes into focus.

“Hiya,” Johnny whispers.

“Hiya, mate.” Charity’s throat is hoarse but Johnny is close and he hears her, smiling brightly at her.

“We sleep floor.”

“That’s right.” Charity frees her other hand from under her body, pushing some of Johnny’s hair back into order. “We slept on the floor. Regular scouts, we are.”

The Paw Patrol movie they’d put in last night is still running on the home screen, the theme playing softly on repeat. At the end of their couch cushion mattress, there’s the hot chocolate and tea mugs, the bowls of crisps they’d had for snack, and the dinosaur toys they had to work out of Moses and Johnny’s hands before the boys fell asleep. She remembers being propped up on one hand, watching the two toddlers sleeping and sharing smiles with Vanessa while they talked about nonsensical things; things that didn’t matter but felt good to know and to say. She remembers reaching across the fort and lacing her fingers through Vanessa’s, feeling uncharacteristically shy when Vanessa had lifted her hand to her mouth and kissed her knuckles softly.

She must have fallen asleep like that, still holding Vanessa’s hand while the boys dozed between them.

Charity lifts her head, looking past Johnny. Moses is stretched out, a leg over Vanessa’s and his arms above his head. He sleeps like Charity does, windswept and in every direction, his little mouth open wide. Vanessa has one arm pillowed under her head, a small wet mark on the duvet beneath her mouth, and her other arm curled around Moses’s middle.

Johnny shimmies closer, his little hands working their way into her hair.

“I’m going to have to change my shampoo, yeah?” Charity mumbles. “Or enroll you in beauty school.”

“Char’ty,” Johnny scolds, sounding every inch like his mother. He winds the long strands of her hair around his fingers and she winces when one pulls a little too tightly.

Moses murmurs something and shifts restlessly. Charity reaches over Johnny to soothe him but Vanessa beats her to it, a hand stroking down the line of his nose softly even as she sleeps on. Moses lets out another noise, softer, and settles further into Vanessa’s body, the tension in his face smoothing away.

“Char’ty,” Johnny says again, her name stretched out on his sleepy tongue. “No go.”

“I’m going nowhere,” she promises him. Her eyes move past him, to the soft lift of Vanessa’s mouth.

Johnny nods, his eyes serious, and presses in against her. She knows he’s an early riser - one too many a morning, he’s climbed into bed with them and pushed his way between them. But there’s a heaviness in the air that seems to be pulling him back into slumber again, and he can’t resist it. She runs her hand through the cut of his hair, fingers swirling in random patterns that has him blinking slower and slower until his eyes don’t open again and his breathing evens out.

Charity waits until Johnny’s hands grow heavy in her hair before she slowly unwinds them from where they’re buried. His grumbles, his nose twitching, and latches onto her hand instead, pulling it into his chest and clutching it like his Rubble soft toy. She exhales evenly as his face smoothes out and he starts to snore, soft Vanessa-like noises that make her stomach flutter.

She can’t even feel the place inside her where Debbie’s words cut deep.

The blanket above her is still keeping the room dim and warm and she can feel her eyes growing heavier by the moment. Moses mutters softly every few minutes and the Paw Patrol theme is quiet enough that it’s soothing instead of it’s usual annoying. She can feel the draw of sleep calling to her and she’s not sure she can fight it off much longer. She lets go of Vanessa’s sleepshirt and settles her hand on Vanessa’s hip instead, unwilling to let go even as she feels exhaustion pulling at her.

Charity falls asleep again, Johnny’s hand in hers and Vanessa clutching her wrist and Moses between them and she thinks, maybe, just maybe, this life of mine isn’t so bad after all.

[chan-yolo]

Let Me Take Care of You

A/N I’ve been seeing so many pictures of Chanyeol holding his hip lately, and it makes me so sad that he’s hurt. I don’t have a firm bias in EXO, but Chanyeol is the one who caught my attention first, so I feel like he’s my main bias.

So because I just want to take care of the adorable giant, I thought I’d write a really cute scenario about it. I hope you like it- xoxo

P.S mention of sex, nothing to be worried about though, just cheeky Chanyeol.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Park Chanyeol/ Reader

Requested: No

(Requests are open)

gif isn’t mine, credit to the owner.

It was that time of year that your boyfriends group had a comeback. Exo had only just finished promotions for Ko Ko Bop and yet here they were promoting for their new single Power, and their new repackage album. You always hated how hard SM worked these boys, but you loved the glow they all got when performing for their fans, and there was nothing you loved more than to see the spark in your boyfriends eyes as he looked out at all the Exo-L supporting him and the boys.

 You never protest or grumble about the amount of work they each have to do. But when it comes to the point where your beautiful giant of a man is hurting, that’s when you have something to say.

You sat in their dressing room,surrounded by various staff members, looking up at a TV, watching their little fan-meeting. You hadn’t seen Chanyeol for a few weeks, as he has been busy with the comeback preparations. So when you saw Baekhyun helping Chanyeol up the steps, you knew that something was wrong, and he hadn’t told you. As the group prepared to perform their first song, you noticed Chanyeol seat himself off to the side of everyone, holding onto his hip. Something was definitely wrong.

The whole fan-meeting you didn’t take your eyes off of him, and this time it wasn’t for the reasons you’re normally fixated on him. He was still the happy Chanyeol you love, with the beaming smile. But there was something else too. The little flickers of pain crossing his face. The little twitches he makes when he had moved too fast and hurt his hip. All you wanted to do was pull him off of that stage and make him rest, maybe have a warm bath to ease the pain. But the Chanyeol still didn’t know you were there yet and you couldn’t really risk showing yourself right now. 

You stood in your spot in front of the TV, anchored in place as you waited for it to end. As the boys were saying their goodbyes, you turned towards the door, anxiety bubbling in the pit of your stomach. Anxious to see your lovable boyfriend, but also anxious at the fact you would see how hurt he actually is. 

You could hear them before you could see them. The noise from them instantly bringing a smile to your face and slightly settling the feeling in your stomach. The first one you saw was Sehun, he smiled as soon as he saw you, making your smile wider. When you looked past him you saw your boyfriend, glued to his side, Baekhyun, who’s hand was placed on the small of his back, guiding him into the room. You saw the crease in his forehead, concentrating on his hip, he didn’t notice you stood in the middle of the room until Baekhyun gave him a gentle pat signaling him to look up. 

His famous smile took over his face as soon as he saw you, making your heart swell at the sight. He walked out of Baekhyun’s light hold to reach you, his arms reaching out to pull you into his chest. 

You made a small ‘oof’ sound as you collided with his hard chest. You snuggled into him as you felt him hold you tighter. 

“I didn’t know you were coming.” His low voice whispered in your ear. 

“Well I missed my boyfriend, and thought I’d surprise you.” You pulled away looking up at him, smiling softly. “Surprise.” His deep chuckle filled your ears, as you looked into each others eyes, you remembered all the reasons you love him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” You questioned, hands on his chest, as you looked at him, expectant for an answer.

“I didn’t want to worry you, I knew you would be reluctant towards me doing my schedules.” Chanyeol sighs.

“I’d be reluctant yes, but I wouldn’t stop you performing for your fans, if you told me I could’ve looked after you after schedules. And I always worry about you Yeol, it’s because I love you.” Chanyeol smiled at you, his hands reaching to cup your face. “And also you’re so damn clumsy, i’m worried one day you’re going to dance yourself off of the side of the stage.” You smirked up at him as he laughed at you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too.” He whispered into your hairline, moving away from you to look at you.

“As cute as this is hyung, I’m tired and hungry and we all need to get ready to leave, but you’re taking your sweet time wrapping this up.” Sehun sassed at his elder. Chanyeol raised his fist at him jokingly. 

You moved out of your boyfriends hold. As he turned to look back at you, you saw the pout that had adorned his face, making your heart once again swell. making you think to yourself, Yah Chanyeol you’re bad for my health!

You smiled at him, pushing him towards the boys lightly, scared you’ll aggravate his injury. “Go get ready, I’ll be right outside.”

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Chanyeol’s arms found their way to your waist, not yet ready to let you go.

“I mean as long as it’s okay with the guys.” You said looking at Junmyeon for an answer.

“You’re welcome to have him, we don’t have a schedule tomorrow anyway.” You smiled at Junmyeon in thanks, your mind being put at ease at the fact that you will be able to look after Chanyeol, even if it’s only for a day. You looked back at Chanyeol giving him a kiss on his cheek. 

“I’ll be outside waiting.” Smiling you walked outside the dressing room, shutting the door behind you. You leant up against the wall opposite, thinking of how you were going to pamper your injured puppy when you got home, first on the agenda, a nice warm bath.

You were interrupted by, once again, Chanyeol’s hands sneaking around your waist. His lips kissing your hairline. “Ready?” He asked, you nodded, heading out to the car park just behind the place. You said goodbye to the rest of the boys, and soon enough you were on your way to your apartment.

As you stepped into your apartment, Chanyeol once again wrapped his arms around you.

“Yah Chanyeol you need to rest.” You playfully glared at him.

“But i’ve missed you.” He pouts at you. You smile up at him, your left hand moving up to run through his newly dyed blue hair. 

“Nice hair.” You smirked up at him. your answer was the meeting of his lips on yours. You closed your eyes, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy, as they always did every time Chanyeol kissed you. Your other hand came up to join the left in his hair. You parted from him slowly, leaving him with one last peck on his lips.

“Soooo i’m guessing with my bad hip and all, sex is out of the picture.” Chanyeol smiled cheekily at you. 

“With the way you are, I think it would be best to not move too vigorously, don’t you?” You smirked up at him.

“I mean I don’t have to be on top, I don’t even have to move.” He smirked back at you.

“We both know that’s not gonna work, is it?.”

“Was worth a try.” You kissed him on the lips, moving out of his grasp to walk down the hallway. “Where are you going?” He questioned, following you like the puppy he is.

“Running you a bath.” You entered the bathroom, looking through your cupboard for one of your favourite bath bombs. You heard a dramatic gasp behind you, causing you to turn around in alarm. 

“You’re going to let me use one of your sacred bath bombs? I must be blessed to get the privilege.” You rolled your eyes at your tall boyfriend.

“You only ever have showers here, so you’ve never given yourself the chance to use one, that’s not my fault.”

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the showers.” You heard his voice closer to your ear, as he pressed himself up against you, looking in the same cupboard as you, quickly retrieving the orb or wonderfulness you had been looking for. You took it from him, placing it on the side. Turning the taps on your bath, you knelt beside the tub, waiting for it to fill at a perfect depth so you called drop the product into it, constantly testing the temperature. As soon as the bath was drawn, you looked up to your, now half naked boyfriend, your hand outstretched, asking him to hand you the bath bomb. 

You watched as it swirled and fizzed in the water, releasing lines of amber, meeting the contrasting coolness of the blue colour from the other side of the product. 

You stood up to face your boyfriend, your hands reaching the waistband of his tight jeans. You looked down as you unbuttoned them, moving the zipper down, and slowly pushing his jeans to the floor to leave him in his underwear. 

“I thought you said no sex.” Chanyeol teased.

“I did. But I want to take care of you.” Your eyes met his. “Let me take care of you.” He smiled down at you. Before you could remove his boxers, his hands met yours, and you looked up at him once again. 

“Will you get in with me.” You nodded, there’s not a lot that you would deny Chanyeol, and with that once sentence you could feel how much he’s be missing you, the emotion in his eyes confirming just as much. You pulled away to let him remove your cardigan from your frame, your t-shirt and jeans following. You looked at each other stood in your underwear. Your hands went back to his underwear, pulling them down, your eyes still on his. when he was fully naked, you lightly pushed him towards the bath tub, urging him to get in. A soft moan left him as the warm water soothed his aching muscles. You followed him, ridding yourself of your underwear, climbing into the bath behind him.

“I imagined this a little differently.” He chuckled in front of you. Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“How so?”

“I imagined you to be in front of me, or on my lap.” You smiled at his thoughts.

“Well tonight i’m taking care of you, so that can wait for another day.”

“There’s a lot of things we have scheduled for another day, won’t you be tired out? maybe i’ll have to bathe you instead that day.” You blushed at the meaning to his words. You worked to put your hair into a bun, as to not get it wet. Grabbing a sponge you started to work in small circles, scrubbing your boyfriends back. He sighed in content as you worked into helping him relax. 

You left kisses on the broad expanse of his shoulder, and on the back of his neck. You softly and slowly worked on the small of his back, worried that if you worked any harder it would hurt him. 

“I’m not going to break you know.” His deep voice whispered, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen upon you.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You kissed his shoulder. His head turned to the side so he could look at you, making eye contact with you, as a serious expression overtook his face.

“You could never hurt me y/n.” 

“I know, I never intend to.” You answered

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You smiled at him

You continued to pamper your boyfriend, teasing comments being thrown your way, as he tried to convince you that having sex would not leave his waist in more pain, and that it would benefit the both of you. You simply laughed at him, telling him to behave himself. you washed his chest from behind, and his abs, because, well you just couldn’t help yourself.

You left him to wash the rest of himself, as you lathered shampoo into his hair, laughing and giggling at anything and everything. Because that’s just how you and Chanyeol were.

All too quickly he was helping you out of the bath and wrapping a towel around you. You held on to his hand, leading him to your bedroom, both of you getting dressed in comfy clothes. Him in an oversized jumper and sweatpants, and you in one of his big t-shirts. 

“Do you want pizza or chicken?” You asked as you dried his hair with a towel.

“Ah I should probably eat healthily with the comeback and all.” You took the towel away from him, glaring down at him.

“It is one night, they’ll never know, plus you need to eat more anyways, so i’m going to order both.” He shook his head at you, as you went to order the food.

Soon enough you were both cuddled up on the sofa, watching as many films as you could. Chanyeol trying, and failing, at feeding you pizza romantically. Half way through your fifth film, you started to drift off.

“Lets go to bed, I think we both need sleep.” Chanyeol pulled you off of the sofa, turning the TV off. Chanyeol took off the baggy jumper he had on, climbing onto the side of your bed he now occupies. You followed him, snuggling into his side, feeling his warmth, as your hand moved up and down his chest.

“Thank you.” You looked up at your boyfriend, urging him to carry on with what he wanted to say. “For today, for coming to see me, even though the injury hasn’t gone away, I feel better, all thanks to you.” He kissed the top of your head.

“You know I’m always here for you, if you ever get hurt or just feel a little down, i’m always here. I love you and I just want to make you feel better. You look after me enough, I should get to look after you.”

“I love you so much”. was the last thing he said to you before his lips captures yours in a loving kiss. You both slept soundly, knowing that you both cared for each other deeply, and that the love ran deeper. 

[another-chorus-girl]

“Love Always Knows” - Chapter 3

It sounded so familiar to Erik's ears. He couldn't quite place it. 

His thoughts kept rushing back to the service yesterday. Christine, after so many long years. Time had only made her more beautiful, to his dismay he could see the Vicomte make his way through the gathered mourners to join her side. Erik had no claim on her, no matter how much he wanted her. Years ago when she kissed him, willing to marry the Opera Ghost to save her boy, he knew he had lost her forever when she made that choice. He wanted a willing and happy wife, not a prisoner.

And she did not love him back.

For nights his decision to let her go plagued him. The twisted voices in the recesses of his head conflicted with each other. One saying he did the right thing, putting what Christine wanted before Erik's own needs. But the other said he was foolish, that he had her in that moment that their lips met, and he should have kept her. He had awoken in the night screaming Christine's name, begging her to return.

But that was a long time ago. When she and the boy disappeared down the lake and back up to the surface, they were soon married. After that, Erik hadn't heard much about her after he fled Paris. Since then the nightmares subsided and the voices hushed. He could not see himself courting another woman-as if one could bare to love such a face-but he was well aware that Christine would never be his anymore. It seemed that The Phantom that obsessed over his angel night and day was no more.

The humming grew louder, the melody soothing and recognisable. Erik blinked in surprise.

"Angel of music, guide and guardian Grant to me your glory"

"Christine?" Erik called into the emptiness. No one else knew that song. There was something different about this voice though. It was beautiful just as Christine's, but there was something else. But no mistake, not one other person could know that song.

"Angel of music, hide no longer Secret and strange angel"

The harmony rang in Erik's ears, his legs trembled as he stalked toward the fading echo.

"Christine?!" The masked man called. Was she seeking him out? But why?

But as Erik wheeled another corner he did not see see the brunette soprano. As his eyes darted about he failed to notice the twirling child bump into him from behind.

"Oof!" Angelique stumbled, losing her footing.

Realizing she knocked into somebody, she stood back up, straightening down her dress.

"I'm sorry monsieur!" The girl said nervously,

Erik sighed, "It's quite alright child, I-" He paused glancing down at her. Something in the girl's face looked familiar. 

And her eyes, it was like he were staring back into his own, he'd never seen eyes like them elsewhere.  

"Monsieur?" Angelique asked.

"Oh! Yes. All is forgiven." Erik stammered.

The girl merely smiled back at him and ran off.

As perplexing as that moment was, Erik couldn't help but the deflating feeling of disappointment. He was sure he heard Christine singing, maybe he was finally going mad and just hearing things.

When Angelique returned to the concert hall, Christine and Raoul were watching rehearsals. Hearing the familiar pitter patter Christine turned.

"Angelique! Where have you been?" She questioned concerned, frantically running over to her.

"I wanted to go exploring, this place looks so lovely maman," The girl smiled.

The brunette sighed, "Well just make sure you tell me or your father where you're going before you run off."

"I'm sorry maman."

They stayed a little longer before departing, the daylight still shining and life very much alive in the city.

"Papa, can we go for a walk?" Angelique asked, grasping his hand in her tinier one.

Raoul smiled, "Of course, it's a very nice day out after all."

Often they would go for a stroll, but the port city Marseille was very different from the busy streets of Paris. The family took a walk through a nearby park overlooking the pier. Angelique watched the docking boats, hearing the sounds of seagulls as they flew passed.

"Did you enjoy the opera house dear?" Christine asked the child at her side.

"Oh yes maman! It was so wonderful," Angelique smiled with glee. "The dancers were so pretty."

"And you seem to have gone on a little adventure I saw." She teasingly scolded.

"Yes! There were beautiful sculptures and murals everywhere! And I saw a strange man today. He looked like a magician! He was very tall and he wore a mask."

Raoul's body tensed up.

"I'm sorry dear, what was that?" The Vicomte stuttered.

"Raoul please," Christine tried to calm her husband down. "I'm sure it's just a coincidence-"

The Vicomte stopped walking, now down on one knee in front of the child, his hands gently over her shoulders. "The man with the mask. What did it look like? What else did this man look like?"

"Raoul-"

"Christine please I need to know!" Raoul said frantic.

The girl was confused by her father's erratic behaviour.

"It was a white mask, but only on part of his face. And he wore alot of dark clothes, and had short dark hair too. And-" Angelique paused, "Papa? What's wrong? Mama is papa ill?"

Angelique couldn't understand why her father seemed so frightened all of the sudden. As soon as the girl described the man she saw all of the colour seemed to drain from his face. And her mother's chocolate brown eyes widened with some sort of sense of worry.

"We need to go." Raoul said, standing he began pulling them back toward the street hurriedly.

"But Papa!" Angelique frowned, having fun on their afternoon walk. But her father already let go of her hand and ran out to hail a carriage.

"Driver!" He called

Christine still had hold on Angelique's hand, "Maman, what's wrong with Papa?"

"Don't worry darling, it'll be ok. I'm going to talk with him tonight."

"Did I do something wrong?" The girl frowned, "I thought we were having fun."

"Oh no no it isn't you at all. Don't you worry." Christine paused. "I'll make sure this is all sorted out."