#Gosh I love Tumblr I forget how much I love the lay out

[catliker49]

Hello!!! I have not posted in a while!!!! I haven't had many ideas of what to draw for Welcome Home (I still Love Welcome Home with my entire heart though! Which is frustrating because I do not know how to express my passion for it, aahh!!!!) Here are two funny Wally drawings I did on Paint whilst making funny cat drawings with my friends! (The cat is called Crankenstein and it has a Scrooge outfit, so fun!!)

I might open my ask box (If I can figure out how to do that.. or can do that at all) for ideas or just whatever really! Yay!!

[heecyon]

𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐄; 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 - part two

𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

- taglist; @wonvelvet @sprngfeverr @sunshineshouchan @kpopwrld

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐒: royal au! forced marriage au! strangers to lovers au! angst! fluff! slight suggestive!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: park jongseong x fem! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: tons of angst, slight suggestive, forced marriage, mentions of blood, and accidents. second part is really short, but well... screw tumblr for not letting me put it all in one part. grammar mistakes (what did you expect from me)

“Remember what I told you! We are nothing, we are free to do whatever we want.” That was what set you off. Did he really say that you were nothing?

“Huh? So now we are nothing?! Remember that we are married.”

“Did you just forget the deal, princess?” You saw red all of the sudden and in an instant knew that you wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer.

“So now that’s your excuse for making out with that commoner?” Even saying those words hurt you as if you were been stabbed with a bare knife. It hurt so much, and tears threatened to fall down your flushed cheeks.

How could you be so stupid? Accepting this marriage?

It was a big mistake! But you accepted because you wanted your freedom for once and for all.

And because you were sure that you wouldn’t fall in love for someone like him.

At least that’s what you thought, but you were obviously wrong, because you had fallen head over heels for him.

You had fallen for Prince Jay.

Jay just stayed quiet at your words, why couldn’t he just tell you something? A single word. Whichever thing he could say.

“Say something for fuck’s sake!” He just stared at you, looking lost and confused.

“Say something!” Your hand flew to his cheek, giving him a slap that echoed through the room.

Your eyes were teary, and some tears slipped down your cheeks.

Jay felt that what he was doing was the right thing because, in the end, he was trying to avoid a disappointment from your part. Maybe, he just wasn't for you...

“Princess, please don’t do something stupid!” You had run to the lake to calm yourself down. A few days passed since the fight you had with Jay. You guys hadn’t talked since then, which made you more heartbroken than you already were.

Naeun, as always was right behind you.

Trying to prevent you to do something stupid.

You actually didn’t notice your surroundings at the time, as a few tears slipped down your cheeks once again.

“Y/N, please be careful.” Naeun noticed how your feet traveled through the frozen lake. You didn’t even notice the cracks on the ice that were an alarming sign.

You continued walking even though your heeled boots were making the ice break more and more.

And as the ice cracked once more, you felt yourself sinking into a liquid surface, and didn’t even have time to scream out of terror or help.

At first, the water felt freezing cold between your skin, but after your failed attempts of going back up, you felt it go warm underneath your skin. You loved how everything just seemed so blue and peaceful.

So dreamy…

You felt like going to sleep, just like your dad sang you that lullaby to lull you to sleep.

How was it again?

All of a sudden you were pulled out to reality, your skin freezing cold, and you felt so numb. Your body layed on the snow. Your fingers tremble a little, but someone was trying to keep you warm in his embrace, even though he was soaking wet.

Jay was panicking from the inside, he didn’t know what to do to help you, so he just held you in his arms trying to wake you up. He tried to find a sign of consciousness on you, as fear and panic escalated through his body.

He then went into automatic and rushed back to the castle where Naeun was already asking for help from the staff nearby.

“Gosh, what happened to the princess?” A servant asked as Jay entered the castle.

“She fell in the ice. I need you to make sure that the bedroom is ready.” The servant ran upstairs as fast as she could as Jay just kept going carefully.

As he reached the room, the servants were already finished preparing the room and one of them went to fetch the royal medic.

“We need to bring her temperature up, she’s freezing cold.”

“Hurry up before she gets hypothermic!“ They all ran around you while your body layed limp on the bed, a gush of blood coming from a wound in your cheeks caused by the ice.

Jay only watched in shock, he realized that he was so near to losing you, he felt so guilty that he let you stayed mad all this time.

Maybe if he hadn't been so stubborn, he would have prevented this. It was his fault.

A few hours passed and after getting checked by the medic he confirmed that your temperature was low, but luckily you weren’t hypothermic, your body just shut off to rest from the heavy experience.

“Jay, you should also get checked too, your body temperature is a little low.” His eyes didn't leave your face.

You looked so pale, but also so small and peaceful on the huge bed and sheets. As always, his hand layed on top of yours, keeping it safe and warm.

“She'll be fine. I'll take care of her.” Sunghoon said looking at you, making Jay, jealous and kind of angry.

“I need to take care of her, Sunghoon. So please, leave.”

Sunghoon pulled his brother to his feet and got him to walk out of the room. “Trust me. She'll be fine.” As Jay left the room, Sunghoon couldn't help, but stare at your lips, he was jealous that his brother got to kiss those soft lis of yours. He wished you were his and not Jay's.

Every second Jay stayed away from you, the more guilty and desperate he felt.

“Son, the doctor said she needs to rest, she'll be awake before you know it, so try to get yourself checked, she would want you to do that.”

His mother was right. You were going to be alright, and even if you went back to consciousness he knew that you'll go back to your normal self.

He was glad about that.

At least you would be okay.

You woke up to the soft pillows and mattresses warming up your skin. A sneeze escaped from you, making Jungwon wake up from his sleep.

Sunghoon and Jungwon were taking turns to look after you, so that way Jay wouldn't have to worry about that.

“You are awake.” He got up from his seat, a smile placed on his lips.

“Jay-He saved me...”

“Why?” That was the only thing in your mind that moment, Jay. You wanted him to be with you, but you feared that he would break your heart once again.

You placed your hand over the patch on your cheek, the patch was a little damp by your blood, but the wound would heal soon.

“You shouldn't think about that now, you need rest, you are really weak.” Jungwon said laying you back on the bed.

“Sunghoon should be here in any minute, he'll bring some tea for you.” And just as he said those words, Sunghoon entered the room with cups of tea on his hands. A smile present on his face, as he was happy to see you awake again.

“Well, well, the sleeping beauty is awake.” He sat on the bed, placing the cup of tea on your hand.

“How do you feel?”

“I feel really cold and a little dizzy, but other than that I feel fine” You said rubbing your shoulders to get rid of the cold.

“You should drink some tea then, it'll help to keep you warm.” Sunghoon pulled up the blanket to your shoulders to cover you, before giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

You looked around the room, with high hopes that Jay would come through that door and ask how you were doing. If you were fine and if you needed him... You guessed that was too much to ask.

“Jay would be mad if i don't tell him you are awake, but I think he should rest too, he spent the whole night awake.” You looked over to Sunghoon, your heart beating in your chest.

So, Jay was really worried about you. He did care about you.

You felt your eyelids go heavy and a sudden wave of tiredness hit you. Sunghoon and Jungwon noticed your body growing tired and weaker on the bed.

Jungwon quickly took the tea cup from your hands, and layed back down to bed, pulling the sheets more to your chest.

“You should rest darling, sleep tight Y/N.” Again, Sunghoon left a quick kiss on your forehead as your felt that sleepiness consumed you.

A knock on the door was heard, causing you to wake from your deep sleep, you didn't have the enough strength to speak up, so you just waited for them to open up.

As the door opened, you saw a tall figure become present and enter the room. His gaze was on you, and your breath quickened a little by just seeing his sorrowed eyes.

“Jay.” You murmured under your breath, your eyes looking down to your lap.

He stayed quiet a few seconds, but when he spoke up, his voice came out soft and little.

“I'm sorry.” Those words, were something that you weren't actually expecting to come out from his mouth.

Was he really sorry? Did he truly meant it?

“You have something else to say?” A huff accidentally escaped from you. “Or is that it?”

Silence consumed the room and you couldn't help but feel your break again.

He didn't really meant it.

And as anger took over your body, you blurted the words that he less expected to hear.

“I love you!”

Those words made Jay's heart quicken and hurt in his chest.

You loved him, you really did.

But he had hurt you, and he couldn't forgive himself because of it.

“I fucking love you!”

“But you are not letting me to.” A sob came out of you, and your breathing was fast and strong, tears falling down your cheeks. Both of your hearts were breaking bit by bit.

You were both causing this to yourselves.

Or was he causing this to the both of you.

“I'm so sorry Y/N, but you can't...”

You looked at him, hope leaving your soul completely.

“I'm not good enough for you.” He then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Your lips quivering and more tears escaping your eyes. You tried to stop them the best you could, but the more you whipped them with your arm, the more they come out, with sobs making them company.

Jay thought that he was doing you a favour, if he wasn't good enough for the rest, how could he be good for you and your loving soul.

A few days passed and the ball was hours away from starting as the other kingdoms were soon to arrive to the so awaited party.

Your coronation as queen and Jay as king, you just didn't want to spend the rest of your life hurting. You thought that you deserved it for letting your feelings come in the way, but you had never fallen for someone like that before.

“Y/N, darling. Can you please let me in?”

“Yes, Mrs. Park.” You sat on the bed, a few tear stains being adorning your cheeks.

Jay's mother came into the room with a sympathy smile on her lips. She knew what you were going through, she knew that you were hurting. Not only you, but her son also.

“You should get ready for the ball, remember that your coronation will be after that.” She took a seat on your bed, taking your hand with comfort, just like Jay always did.

“I don't think I want to do this anymore.” You whispered, while a shaky breath came out of your lungs.

A look of compassion came over on the queen's face, and she slowly reached out for your shoulder.

“I always tried to engage Jay into a marriage since he was ten. I didn't work out the first times as he was really young, but as he turned fifteen, his first engagement was accepted by a nearby kingdom,”

She inhaled to calm her heart, before continuing.

“But a few days before the wedding, the princess backed out, saying that Jay just wasn't what she was expecting... Sadly, my son had fallen deep in love with her and that broke his heart. We engaged him various times after that, and every time Jay had fallen hard for all of the princesses, but they all just backed away from the engagements.”

That explained you his cold behavior at the start, was he just scared that you would leave him in the end anyway like the rest.

“He stayed away from engagements after that, he thought that there was something wrong with him, that he wasn't enough for anyone. , and he never went back to being the same... until you came, he loves you, dear...”

A glow was seen in your face, a ray of hope coming back into you once more.

“I can see it in his eyes dear, and I'm sorry of Jay has hurted you and we'll understand if you don't want to do this anymore, you'll still be loved on this family.” She caressed your hair and left the room with a smile still posed on her face.

That left you blank for a while, your feeling revolving all over your chest and mind.

You had made up your mind.

Jay looked around the ballroom, it was full, all the royal families were there. Expectant of the heirs to the throne, the so-called famous couple.

His soul was losing hope of seeing you there. He knew that you had made your decision, you were over it.

Maybe peace was all you wanted after all, or maybe she realized that he just wasn't the fairytale prince she was expecting her whole life, does that you had read about on fairytales.

“You'll still take over the throne, right?” Sunghoon approached him, his dark blue suit making the princesses put an eye on him, realizing how handsome he was.

But does girls weren't what Sunghoon was looking for...

He was looking for somebody who just didn't take his beauty as the principal and only thing.

He was looking for true love, someone who wouldn't be scared of challenges and that it's not afraid to confront the world the way it is.

“I don't think that I can do that Sunghoon, not without her.” Sunghoon's heart clenched, it was obvious that he felt something for you, but deep down it wasn't what he was expecting.

He knew that Jay loved you, and he felt that if he tried to take your heart, Jay would be broken.

And all of the sudden, people turned around to what was eye-catching by the moment.

It was beautiful figure walking down the stairs, heels clicking on the steps.

It was you...

A beautiful pastel pink dress adorned your body, and your golden crown on top of your head was shining as the moon reflected on it.

Jay was left without words, for him you looked more beautiful than the whole universe itself.

As you were the light in dark for him.

People kept an eye on you, and you timidly walked over to Jay's mother, she proudly smiled at you, happy that you decided to stay.

“I'm so happy that you're here.”

The music became part of the ambience, the huge windows showing the glowing moon and stars in front of everyone.

Everybody started to dance with their respective partner, and you looked around to find the person you were looking for.

Your feet guided you to the dance floor as you spotted Sunghoon between the crowd, he walked to you as you stayed in your place, a small smile on your glossy lips.

“Let's dance.” His eyes didn't leave yours, and his arms were on yours, feeling that something was missing on top of your waist.

You danced for a while, your eyes still looking around the room, Sunghoon spinned you around, making your last moments as a princess memorable.

And as the music was about to end, and the couples distanced from each other, he got close to your ear and whispered.

“Jay is at the balcony if you are looking for him.”

You swear your heart stopped for a moment when you heard him.

Deep inside you... You knew that you couldn't keep avoiding him, you had made a decision.

“Thanks Sunghoon, really.” Before walking away you gave him a kiss on his cheek.

He soon touched his blushed cheeks. He would soon find the one soon, it was going to be soon.

Your steps were kinda quiet this time, as Jay stared at the moon in front of you.

You stayed beside him, leaning on the balcony as you watched the snow fall.

His royal blue suit covered with a few snowflakes that made him look cute.

“It's a beautiful night, isn't it?” Jay glanced at you, a rose being on the hold of his hand.

A yellow rose...

“It definitely is, but is not as beautiful as you.” He held the rose in front of you, expecting that you would soon grab it.

“Listen Y/N, I know that I messed up, I was a real dumbass, but I thought I was protecting you, protecting you from not being what you wanted and that is not the best excuse.” A laugh left his lips, making you laugh as well.

His laugh was everything for you.

“I love you Y/N!”

“I fucking love you!” He let out, making you smile, your soul was finally full of hope again, that's what you wanted to hear.

Maybe the moon was on your side tonight, maybe the universe was on your side tonight.

“I'm not the best man, I'm not what everyone is looking for, and I'm sorry for everything, I thought that if I stayed with Jia, it would stop me from loving you and get hurt, but in the end I was the one hurting you.”

“I understand if you don't want to forgive—” A hot kiss was placed on his lips, leaving him surprised, but his instincts soon came in and his hands caressed your waist, and your arms were placed around his neck.

You cute the kiss by grabbing the rose on his hand, giving it a soft and delicate kiss on top.

“If I accept the rose would you stop apologizing?”

A smile possed on his face, he bite his lip a little, before kissing you this time, then directly kissing your chin and neck, your eyes still remained closed.

“I forgive you, my prince.”

extra scene!

Jungwon looked over at Naeun, a smirk forming on his face...

“You know what you have to do.” Naeun let a huff escape her mouth.

“We had a deal Eunie!” The girl faked cried as she went to the kitchen, a pan full of pies on her hands.

“I told you that Y/N would kiss him first, you shouldn't be mad at me for being right.” He took a bite of an apple pie, as Naeun sat in front of him with jealousy.

“You are lucky that I can't kill you, you little snitch!”

bee's note:

I hope you guys liked it, and I hope you guys are satisfied with the ending of this mini series... If I can call it that.

I actually love how this turned out, as I worked for a few weeks on this.

And please tell me what do you think of the ending, and how would you have liked the story to end?

Also here is a link to a survey if you want Sunghoon to have his own spin off of this.

[divinefireangel]

Hey there!!! Can you please write a smut on SF9 finding out their partner reading smuts 🥺🌝 (I want to see how dirty they can go🌝) And if you don't want to write for all of them then maybe you can just do it for any member you're comfortable to write on. Literally, ANY MEMBER WOULD WORK. I really want to read something like this haha🤭

Also, I genuinely love your writings! I'm new to Tumblr but I'm literally binge reading your posts. Gosh you're talented as fuck😫💗✨

Lots of love, and thank youuuu💕

OMG YES YES YES YES

TMI: Not gonna lie, I was thinking about this when my mom came into my room to talk to me, and my recent story was literally right there just open and I was panicking. Although she doesn't know anything 💀. She's cute like that, my mom.

You are so sweet anon 🥺🥺. Go on make me cry with your lovely words 😭. I will try my best to write more and sorry this took so long 💞💖 LOVE YOU 💓

S/O reads Smuts 🤭

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ ages and all readers (nothing specified with respect to gender, appearance, etc of reader). Rough sex (YB). Thigh riding (IS). Dick riding (JY). Marking. Biting. Humping. Dining table sex (DW). Low key strength kink? Idk (RW). Biting using teeth (ZH). Exhibitionism. Terrace sex (TY). Slight voyeurism. Oral - reader receiving (HY). Somehow I end up writing the filthiest things for Hwi. Cockwarming to sex (CH). It's really difficult to think of 9 different things for 9 different people😤. Also some may be unprotected sex, don't do it unless you want kids. Lmk if I need to add more!

Word Count: HAH jokes 😂

All members under the cut!

Youngbin

Doesn't understand at first 💀

But he isn't scared to ask so he'll just ask you

The panic on your face makes him panic

Apologizes 🥺

Then you explain that it's no big deal and that it's just a story

But he saw his name 💀💀💀

So he's curious and so he does research aka Googles it

Has a mixed reaction, doesn't know what to think

On one hand, he's flattered...?

Like, oh sweet, you are reading a story about him probably railing you to death

On the other hand, why are you reading it?

Did he not satisfy you enough? Should he do more? He wants to

So he will pick a random one, read it and be like, Okay. This is how it's gonna play tonight

So determined 🥺

Picks you up for your date and stuff

Timeskip to the bedroom by a steamed dumpling Dawon

So touchy and observant

Tries his best to remember what was in the story

Forgets but that's okay tho cause now he knows what you want

More Dom than usual

More vocal than usual

His grip on your skin leaves so many bruises and literal fingerprint shaped marks

Bites your neck a lot

Doesn't hold back one bit

Secretly satisfies his wishes too

Teases you for being so ready

Teases you for every reaction

Pulls your hair

Overstimulates you

Until you're tired and can't take it anymore

He could go for a round more

So he does

It's also like, he's lowkey angry at himself cause you were reading smut which made him think, maybe you thought he was too vanilla

But after you've both cooled down you ask him what happened and why he was so rough, not that you had a problem

Expresses his concerns and you tell him that you read those only cause you wanted to know what the fandom thinks of him and the way they think he likes to have sex

Blushy babyyyy

So cute 🥺

Inseong

Bro

Do I even need to 😂

He's probably written a few 💀

He seems like he's into roleplay 👀

So when he does find a tab open on your phone about literal PORN, in words

He doesn't think much of it tbh

But is curious

He'll tease you like you are both high schoolers

Holds you phone up high so you can't reach it

Satisfied when you whine and pout

Tucks your phone in his back pocket and grabs your face

" I think it's hot "

Peck's your lips and slaps your butt leaving you wide eyed

You need a minute to process what just happened lol

Running after him you pull him down on the couch, sitting on hids lap

Bite you lip and grab his face pls

Now he's wide eyed 😂

Kiss his neck and talk to him sexily

" Do you really like that I read smut? "

You look so innocent he would cum right there

Poor man is dumbfolded

So much that he doesn't even realize you were grinding down on his thigh the whole while

Grabbing your hips he nudges your hips to continue their movement

Loves having you so close

Especially after discovering your secret

Suck him off after and he'll do any and everything for you 😉

Jaeyoon

Oo this one is fun

He won't confront you immediately

He'll just think about it a lot

" How are they so cute when they read such things for fun? "

Stares at you from across the room

Smirks at your cute smiles

Timeskip this time by Baek Huru

Surprises you by kissing your neck

Humps your butt

Pecks you neck

Rolls your nipples in his fingers

Moans in your ear, deeply and hoarsely

Pulls away dragging you to the bed

Sits near the headboard

Beckons you to come closer and naked 👀

Forces your dick in you, slowly tho, don't worry

Doesn't give you a lot of time to react

But, all this seems familiar

Then you realize that he's trying to recreate the imagine you were reading before

The whole idea made you hot

Istg you've never finished so soon

He tells you that you don't need to read those stories when you have the real deal right there

Sanghyuk

Smug bastard

He's happy that you're thinking and reading about him even when he isn't with you

He will actually read the warnings and is mildly surprised lol

Wow you really into all that?

He has no shame so he will ask you directly

You stop doing what you're doing and just slowly turn towards him

He's scared lmao

Then explains himself and says sorry

Tbh, you're more shocked that he isn't angry

Blinking you slowly make him sit on the dining table chair

Pacing you start to think of and explanation now

Is there any explanation for reading smut? Idk 😂

Honestly, he asked you so that you could actually do what the warnings said in real life

Gets up, takes your hand pulling you close and lifts you, making you sit on the dining table

Removes his shirt before kissing you intensely

Tells you that he wants to fuck you on the table like in the smut

Nodding you let him take over

Makes you cum twice easily

It's more romantic than rough

Passionate, very passionate

Kisses you a lot

Hands on you all over you

Pulls you closer and closer by your thighs

Lays you down and fucks you till your back is no where on the table

Sweet reassuring smooches when you're done

Tells you to talk to him about such ideas rather than just reading them

Seokwoo

He is shocked™

Listen okay

He's tall

He's scared that he'll hurt you if he does what he wants without thinking

Reads multiple smuts 💀

Only the ones you've liked so far tho

Fuckin uses your account so yeah obviously

Now he'll be ready to talk to you about it

So shy omg

Stutters words out cause he's so flustered

You need to read his mind, literally

Once, somehow you are finally clear about what he was talking about

You'd just laugh at his cuteness

Boy is confused ??

Pushing him down on the bed you climb on top of him

Yes climb

Needy but still shy and shocked

Wastes no time in getting naked

Allows you to do whatever you want to him

No, really

Let's you take charge that is only until you tease him

Flips you and thrusts into you so hard the bed is shaking and you feel like it might break

Strong grips on your thighs and hips and belly and arms

Definitely sore for a few many days 💀

Juho

I'm not sure tbh

Either he won't care at all like

" Oh yeah this is just their thing "

Or he'd be so into it like hed wonder why you were reading it, was it for ideas?

He already has those so you don't need them from someone else

He won't ask you about it tho

But you will bring up an idea that was in one of them

And he's down

Or up, whichever you want

Asks you what you want more times than usual

But it doesn't make sense cause you're literally going crazy with the way his cock feels inside you and he asks you what you want?

Starts moving before you answer

Asks you again and again till all you can say out loud is " More "

He's fine with that answer

Hands above your head

Teeth scraping your the front of your throat drawing so many sounds from you

He's driving his dick in you so fast that you're moving away from him

Praises you with his deep ass voice

Gives you his Vampire stare™

That's all you need to cum undone

Keeps it a secret, won't ask you unless you bring up your little extracurricular activity 😌

Yoo Taeyang

SHY BABYYYYY

So pink when he realizes what you're reading lol

But he's so mesmerised that he goes on reading it 😂

You catch him looking at your phone, no big deal

But he's looking at it as though he saw a ghost

He's turned on but at the same time he's appalled

Do people see him like that? Do you want him to be that?

He's gonna need a lot of time to process the information

When you reassure him that he doesn't need to change anything at all, he's more calm then

But on a fine ass blue moon, his fine ass is gonna decide that he's gonna try something new

So there you are, on the terrace talking to someone on the phone. After ending the call he'll come and hug you from behind

It's all aww so cute till you feel his dick press into your butt

Forces your head back to rest on hius shoulder slowly but hotly

Unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down in one swift motion and his hands are all over you

Somehow the idea of having sex in the open night sky is so exciting

Stops just before you reach your high so that he can fuck you

You're leaning on the terrace wall

Face pressed slightly on it as your butt sticks out for him

Giving him permission to do anything to you

The orgasm hits you so fast but it's so fulfilling 🤤

And your pants are being pulled up even faster 💀

Maybe you should leave smut laying around

Youngkyun

You've found the saucuest lil smut about your boyfriend

He's sitting at the table, on his laptop composing and writing songs while you are here on the bed, blanket over your legs

Now see, you aren't really one to get off of smut but this particular one was so realistic

The description

The reaction

The dialogues

Reading it made you body move on instinct

Lower lip getting stck in your teeth

Hand travelling down to your privates

Your hips thrusting forward into your hand and fingers

Your breathy moans, that you tried your best to stick to, were louyd enough for him to hear

At first he thought you were doing a breathing practice or something

That is until he recognized the pattern

Lifting his blank phone up, he moved it to look at you through it

Boy is so shocked

It's like his own private porn show

Placing it back on the table gently, he moves the blanket slowly, getting under it

Licking his lips, he tucks his tongue out, licking the area that your fingers just slid over

Gasping at the sudden feeling you drop your phone and move your blanket off

You inevitably moan at the sinful sight below you

Your lovely boyfriend, looking up at you through his lashes, tongue coated with his saliva and your leaking juices

Holding your wrist, he nudges you to continue what you were doing, with his tongue never leaving you

Gripping your thighs, he bites your inner thigh as you work yourself closer to your high

After you cum, he'll lick off all your juices

Then he'll be all sweet asking you what you were reading

Round 2? 😉

Chanhee

He'll find it funny 💀

Why do people write these things

Why do people read these things

What is the use?

He is partly curious lol

When you tell him it stimulates the necessary regions, boy is shook

Then he's like nah

So you make him read one

He can't even make it halfway through lol

The foreplay itself made him hard enough to want you and to want to be in you

Grabs the phone and sits next to you

" I'm hard "

You look at him like boy what

Then he tell you that he now understood why people read them and that he's happy that people read them too help themselves

And you're like okay and what's the point

Pulls you on his lap

Whines at the feeling of to your butt on his arousal

Makes you stand now lol

Pulls his pants to his thighs and even yours

Places himself in you so that now when you sit on his lap again, not only is your back to his chest

Also his dick is in you

Somehow finishes the rest of the fic and just thrusts up into you

Cause you feel so heavently around him

Goes on and on and on till you're bouncing on his lap

Cums in you and just stays there till you finish your work

Still has mixed feeling now tho

Cause if reads them he wants you to be there near him and he wants to read more cause these fics are very addicting

[itsallyscorner]

Play Me A Song

Paring: Tom Holland x fem!reader

Summary: This is based off the video of Tom playing guitar that he posted on Instagram:) Tom facetimes you to help brighten up your day.

Warnings: none

A/n: Not me using fan fiction as a coping mechanism for my stress, yet ONCE AGAIN.

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“Hellooo, gorgeous girl!” Tom cooed as his face popped up onto your phone screen.

You let out a nasally giggle, the side of your face snuggling deeper into the pillow Tom would use when he was over at your house.

Tom tilts his head at the phone, a hint of a smile on his blush colored lips. The action caused his mop of chocolate brown curls to slightly bounce, catching your attention. You longed for the feeling of running your hands through his soft hair. You missed the way it felt between your fingers and how it would make Tom nuzzle closer to you.

“How was your day? You sounded a bit upset on the phone.” He checked in, voice soft and sweet, yet full of concern. His brows furrowed, causing a wrinkle to form between his brows.

You breath in, smelling the hints of him on your pillow. He was miles away, FaceTime allowed you to see and talk to him, though it wasn’t the same as him being beside you. If you were together right now, he would probably envelop you with his protective arms, pull you into his warm chest, and press kisses all over any bit of your exposed skin. His curls would tickle against your neck while he buried his head into the small space between your neck and shoulders—though you wouldn’t mind the tickle because it would remind you that he was there with you.

You sighed, “Today was a rough day. My professors have been piling work on us and I got called into work on my day off. I haven’t even gotten to start that research paper for class—I’m just so burnt out. I’m tired of trying, Tommy.”

Tom pouted, bringing the camera near his face to feel closer to you. He only felt the heat of his phone screen against his face, but he could still feel the light vibrations of your voice through the phone’s speakers. He placed the speaker of his phone slightly atop his chest, so he could feel the rhythm of your words against him. It reminded him of the days you two would cuddle after the both of you had long days at work. You would tell each other about your days and bask in the feeling of being in each other’s arms. He missed the feeling of being close to you.

“I know you have a lot of work to do, but you need to give yourself breaks, darling. And don’t tell me that you don’t need a break, you’re human (y/n), there’s only so much you can do in a day.” He began. Tom knew how you could get when college got overwhelming. Sometimes there were weeks where you would throw yourself into work, with no sleep, minimal food, and too many cups of coffee. He adored the diligence you had for your education, he wished he could’ve had that when he was still in school, but he wanted to make sure that you were taking care of yourself.

“Listen, you got this, I know you do. You’re the most intelligent and hard working woman I have ever met in my life. There’s nothing you can’t do, because I know, one way or another, you’re gonna find a way to do it. You always do. I just don’t want you to forget to take care of yourself. I know your education is important, but so are you.” He finished, a small smile forming on his lips. You hum in response, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself Tommy.”

What you say seems to reassure him, his shoulders visibly loosened up and the smile on his face grows a bit wider. Your own lips turn up on their own, reciprocating his smile.

“How about you, how was your day?” You ask him. Tom sits up and leans against his headboard.

“Well they’re still renovating the house, so Harry and I decided to rent out a place not too far from mum and dad’s. We actually had lunch with them, I got to see Tessa—gosh, I wish you were here right now. Tess was bouncing all over the place and giving everyone kisses, you would’ve loved it. And Paddy! He’s gotten so much taller since I’ve last seen him, and his voice keeps getting deeper, it’s actually embarrassing for me to be beside him because I’m older and I sound like I’m the one going through puberty.” He rambled, one of his hands making gestures and his face making expressions as he spoke. You loved the way he could just go on about a certain topic, especially when it came to his family. As sad as it was to see him leave for the UK, you were also happy because you knew he’d get to see his family.

He continued to talk about his day until his leg bumped into something, causing a hollow thump to emit from the object.

“What was that?” He leaned forward, the sound of his sheets rustling as he moved to grab the object filling your speakers.

“My guitar.” He grunted, holding the instrument up. “Remember, you got this for me for my birthday!” He proudly reminded you. You had gotten him the Ed Sheeran edition Martin Guitar after he had been going on and on about wanting to learn how to properly play the instrument. At the same time, he had a little obsession with Ed Sheeran and his music, so when you saw the guitar in the shop, you thought why not? You knew he would love it.

You fondly chuckled at him, “Yeah I do! You even promised to write me a song one day after you opened it.”

The last part of your sentence caught his attention, “I will write you a song one day, I’m very serious about that promise, love.” He pointed at you.

“Oh, are you?” You tease him.

“Yes, I am. In fact, ever since I’ve gotten back home, I’ve been practicing again and I’m doing much better.” He confidently told you.

“Can you play me a song?” You softly ask him.

“I can play you ‘Grow as we Go’ by Ben Platt. It’s the song I’ve been practicing.” He placed his phone against a pillow, using it as a stand. He placed the guitar in his lap, positioning his fingers on the frets and strings of the guitar.

“Yeah, play anything. I just wanna hear you play.” You mumble, your voice coming out in a muffle against Tom’s pillow.

“Just a warning, it’s probably not that good.” He mentions, shooting you a playful look.

“I don’t care.” You smile. He starts to softly strum the opening of the Ben Platt song and you couldn’t help but smile. He looked away from the camera, trying to focus on the notes and giving you a good look at the side of his face. The light shines part of his face, leaving the features you can see dark in the shadow, though it didn’t stop you from making out his gorgeous brown eyes. His long fingers move fluidly along the strings, creating a sweet melody on the guitar.

He stumbles a bit, making him whisper “Bollocks.” The little hiccup didn’t stop him from playing and so he continued to strum the guitar. You decided to stay quiet, letting him be in the zone. He messes up again, this time saying “bollocks” louder than the first time. You see him slightly shake his head as he regains his focus and places his fingers on the proper strings again.

You fondly watch him as he play, admiring the man you call your boyfriend. His fingers twitch on the string causing him to pause. He sucks his teeth, a bit of a frustrated grin on his face.

“Mmm.” He looks at you before turning away, “Okay.” He plays again, brows furrowed together in concentration as he tries to play the part of the song his keeps messing up on. You couldn’t contain the giggle that came out of you when he cringed at the sound the guitar made when he tried to play past the note. He pauses looking at the ceiling and tries to figure out the next notes.

“Alright, last time.”

“You’ve got it.” You encourage him. Your words give him some confidence and he shoots you a sweet smile. He readjusts the guitar in his lap, this time keeping his eyes on the strings as he plays. He strums the song again, starting off slow then slowly getting faster. Though his pacing was off by a bit, the song still sounded great nonetheless. You were thoroughly impressed.

He stops playing sitting back against the headboard, “I don’t know why I speed up though. I don’t know why I decide to do it so quickly.” He says into the camera.

You laugh, “It still sounds great though, I really enjoyed it.”

Tom tilts his head at you, teasingly squinting at the camera, “Even with the amount of times I kept stopping?”

“Yes, even with the amount of times you kept stopping.” You laugh, adjusting your phone. Tom puts the guitar aside and grabs his phone. He lays back on his bed, his head resting on his pillow and his curls sprawling out on the cushiony white surface. One of his hands rest behind his head as he stares at you.

“I’m gonna keep practicing. So the next time I see your beautiful face I can serenade you with a song and my guitar.” He muses, a lazy grin on his features.

“That sounds like something out of a chick flick.” You snort. He shoots you a playful glare, “Shut up, you love it.”

Tom knew you were a sucker for chick flick gestures. Kissing in the rain, watching the sunset, you name it.

You sigh, scrunching up your nose, “Yeah, I do.”

“But only from you.”

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Hello! So I'm fairly new to this app and all that, and I saw that your requests were open! So may I ask for a xiao x reader cuddling/hugging after he had a rough day? If it's not too much trouble ofc, ty! -anon

Hiii! I'm new to tumblr too, this is like my third or fourth day on here! Welcome 😊😊 And yes, omg, of course you can. I love me Xiao x reader fics 🥺🥰 I hope you enjoy what I've written for you --------------------------------- GENSHIN IMPACT Character x gn reader fluff stories~♡♡ Scenario: Xiao has a long day Characters: Xiao Pairings: Xiao x gn reader Warnings: None SFW----> Super fluff down below. Click at your own risk. ;)

Xiao: ● This touch starved adeptus constantly craves your attention, though he'll never outright admit it. After you arrived at Wangshu Inn his days became a little bit brighter, because of you. He can't tell you how many times he just wants to hold you in his arms and forget his worries. ● He always finds opportunities to give you small little gifts, shrugging it off as nothing special. You always smile, pat his head, and thank him. He always tells you it's nothing to thank him about, while secretly melting on the inside from your brief touch. Today was no different from Xiao's usual daily routine. He left early in the morning to patrol the surrounding land and protect the Inn from possible corruption. You waited patiently for him to get back, but he was gone longer than usual. A sinking worry filling your chest, the sun was nearly set as the clouds changed from beautiful hues of orange and red, to soft purples and dark blues as you gazed longingly from the balcony. You grew impatient, pacing to and from each side of the balcony, "Xiao. . .where are you?" You whispered to yourself as you fidget with your hands. This wasn't like him to be gone this long. He always made it back before the sun set. What was so different about today? A soft thud and a groan was heard from behind you, causing you to turn around to see a disheveled Xiao. His clothes were torn in all sorts of places and there were twigs and leaves stuck in his forest green hair. Adorn his face lay an embarrassed look before he managed to say, "Hey, Y/N, sorry I'm late. I took a misstep and fell." "How far of a fall are we talking about?" You asked back to him, rushing to his side as you gingerly start picking the twigs and leaves from his hair. Thankfully there were no noticeable cuts, just tears in his clothing. "Pretty far in human terms, but as an Adeptus, it wasn't too bad," he huffed, giving you a slight shrug. In reality he wanted to tell you how bad of a day he had, but he didn't want you to think of him as weak. "Oh, Xiao. . You're lucky you didn't get seriously hurt! I was so worried about you, " You say, picking the rest of the leaves and twigs out of his hair. Gazing up at him, you softly touch his cheek, taking him by surprise. "W-what are you doing?" His voice was low, gruff. Gosh how he longed for you to hold him. "Come closer and hush up, " You say, pulling him into your arms, "You had a long day, this is the least I can do to cheer you up." He gasps softly as you pull him in, melting against you, his arms finding his way around your waist as he squeezes you tight. He manages a smile before burying his face against your neck. Maybe he should take a tumble more often, he though. Xiao x gn reader END Thank you so much for this cute lil request <3 I hope you enjoy!

[lovenhlboys]

From a Distance (E.Pettersson X Reader)

Chapter 1

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A/n: hello peoples!! I’m so excited to FINALLY post the first chapter of this fic!!! I’ve been working on it for a long time, and after a few unpleasant delays, it’s finally happening 😁. While this isn’t my first fic, this is my first NHL fic, and the first fic I’m posting on Tumblr, so I’m a little nervous. This first chapter is mostly the set up to the main story, this is reader’s side of things with a flashback story. Chapter two will be mostly from Elias’s point of view. The rest of the chapters will switch back and fourth between the two.

CREDIT: Finally, before we get started I have to shout out my proofreaders. Y’all put up with me and my insanity: @siriushxney @iateyourdonuts @petey-patty @hufflepuff-girlx @cherrylita @immmbabyyygraceee @💕💕And specifically @imagines-r-s ASH!!! Babes, you have been the best and most supportive friend I could’ve asked for during this. You boosted my confidence about this fic and I have no idea what I’d do without you 😁😁

Without further ado, let’s get started shall we!! (Sorry for the long A/N, it’ll only be for this first chapter)

Paring: Elias Pettersson X Fem!Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing, friends with benefits but like...just cuddling???, references to iCarly, mentions of One Tree Hill.

Genere: enemies-ish —>friends —> lovers

Legend: (i suggest having these ready before you read)

Y/C/N/N= your cute nick name, only Markstrom calls you it (you’ll see why) this can be either a pet name you like, or a nick name you already have.

Y/N/N= your nick name, Brock, Quinn, and a few others call you this, it’s more of a playful name. Again, this can be a nickname you already have (if you don’t have one I suggest something stupid (sounds like something Stech or Brock would come up with)

Y/N= this is your first name, only Elias calls you this unless it’s a serious situation, or you’re in trouble, or Brock is being an ass. (If it wasn’t clear before...your last name is Boeser)

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: you have a hardcore crush on your brothers best friend, who also happens to barely speak to you...it’s a slight predicament.

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(This is set in the 2021 season, however, because of my denial, Marky and Stech are still in Vancouver and were never traded... also no Covid. however the season was still delayed just to make it easier to follow.)

Present (Feb. 2021)

You’ve always been best friends with your older brother, you never had any real issues when you were younger and you were inseparable. So much so in fact, that once you graduated early a little less than two years ago (June 2019), he asked you to move to Vancouver and live with him. He was always so protective of you and you appreciated everything he has done in your life. One of the best parts about Brock being your older brother was the people he introduced to you. You aren’t very social and god knows how much of a people person your brother is. Once you had moved in, Brock quickly introduced you to the team. And with your double major in Statistics: Data Sciences and Sports Management, you were able to secure a job with the team. Quickly, you found yourself with a second family, one with many members.

Quinn Hughes is your best friend. when you met him about a year and a half ago, you hit it off immediately. With both of you being the same age and not very social, there was an obvious connection there. When Brock and The boys  go out, it is you and Quinn who stay in and watch shows on the couch (your favorite being New Girl). Huggy Bear is so sweet and you tell him EVERYTHING, even things you’d never tell your brother. You are still thanking the draft lottery every day that the Canucks received the 7th overall pick that gave you your bestie.

Thatcher Demko AKA Dems AKA Thatch AKA baby goalie is the sweetest and most hilarious guy you know. He is always looking after you just like Brock, but he is also one of the most annoying guys you know. When you’d first met you had the biggest crush on him. You told Quinn as much and he gave you so much shit for it. That crush was short-lived though, once you found out how obnoxious he could be. You still love him, just as a friend. Though Quinn never forgets to remind you of the crush that once was.

Bo Horvat is like another big brother to you. Sure you have Brock, but he’s your best friend. Bo, however, is the person you go to when you needed advice. Holly is one of the only WAGs you’ve become close with. She and you consistently have wine and gossip nights, of which Quinn is sometimes in attendance. Plus, you and Quinn are an amazing babysitting team for Gunnar if you have anything to say about it. 

Troy Stecher is the annoying older brother you never had. He always makes fun of you, calls you names, and bullies you in the loving way brothers do. And he never hesitates to come to you if he ever needs girl advice, which seems to happen a lot.

JT was just like Bo, except he is waaay more protective of you, maybe even a bit more than brock. He doesn’t have a sister and when you met, he made it his job to never see you get hurt. Seriously, one day a guy was bugging you at the bar, and both Brock and Bo were struggling to hold him back when he saw him slap you on the ass as you walked away. 

Jacob Markstrom, AKA Marky, AKA Giraffe (pronounced like it is in one of your favorite vines), AKA your cuddle buddy for the past few seasons. Both being single, you felt lonely sometimes and Quinn wasn’t much of a hugger (despite what the nickname might have you believe). Thatcher had offered but Marky, though just as social, is much more laid back. It also helps that he is 6’6 putting him over a foot taller than you. So during movie nights, or late nights at the bar, he is the side you lean on. Of course, you made it abundantly clear to most of the boys and yourselves that you were just friends. As sweet as he was and as great of a boyfriend as he would’ve been, he wasn’t quite your type and your personalities clashed.

Then there was Elias Pettersson, the tall, skinny, Swedish guy you knew as Petey. The guy who looked at you often and barely spoke a word directed towards you. He was Brock's best friend and he came over all the time, you didn’t have an issue with him, and you couldn’t deny he was funny, and from what you’ve heard he is a very kind person. So naturally, he was exactly your type. You’ve had a massive crush on him for a while now, somehow despite the lack of conversation. And the few times he has talked to you, he’s seemed so perfect, but there are only a few times you can remember. 

Right now, as you're on your way to the Canuck’s break room your brother texted you to meet him in, you try to recall those few times, specifically the one where your crush on him truly developed.

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FLASHBACK (some time in January, 2020)

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You, Quinn, and Jacob were laying on the L-shaped couch in ‘The Boeser apartment’, you were cuddled under the blanket with Jacob, laying on the section perpendicular to the TV, your heads at the corner. Quinn was on the other side of the couch, his head right next to yours. it was about 7 o’clock and the episode of One Tree Hill you were watching had just ended and you three had not eaten dinner yet. As the countdown for the next episode started, your stomach growled and you got a look from Quinn and a giggle from Jacob. 

“You hungry Y/C/N/N?” Jacob asked.

You looked up at him and giggled, “maybe just a little bit.”

“Y/N/N, you know what sounds amazing?” Quinn asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You turned to each other and you both smirked knowing you were thinking the same thing.

“Spaghetti tacos!!” You both said. 

Ever since you were about 10 and you watched iCarly on TV, you had always wanted to try them. It had become an inside joke between you and Quinn for quite some time as he had the same desire as you to see how good they actually were.

“We should totally try them tonight!!” Quinn was quite excited.

“I’m so confused right now,” Jacob chimed in.

“They’re from a show! They take spaghetti and put it in taco shells,” you explained.

“Ahh, hence the name.” he nodded.

“Exactly,” Quinn said.

You jumped up from the couch excitedly and ran straight to your kitchen.

“Ok, we have spaghetti, spaghetti sauce, ground beef, taco shells, aaaand..... by chance do either of you know how to make good meatballs?”

“You’re asking the Swedish guy if he knows how to make meatballs?” Jacob replied.

“Not Swedish meatballs, Italian, stupid Giraffe,” you retorted. 

“Gross,” he said with a disgusted look.

“Ooo my mom made the best Italian meatballs, let me call her to see if she can send me the recipe!” Quinn said with a big smile.

Quinn exited the kitchen and ran to your room to call his mom. 

“You know, I’ve never seen him so excited about anything,” Marky said with a laugh. 

“Quinn loves his food,” you replied.

“Are Brock and Thatch having dinner with us ?”

“I’ll ask.”

You started boiling the water for the pasta, and you cooked part of the ground beef for the meat sauce. Then you texted Brock:

Y/N/N: hey, you want me to make you dinner

Brock: Yeah, who all is there?

Y/N/N: the usual

Brock: Huggy and Marky?

Y/N/N: yep, so do you want some?

Brock: Yeah, and make enough for another person too

Y/N/N: ok

You figured it was Dems since that’s who he went to hang out with when he left 5 hours ago. 

You continued to cook when Quinn came in and grabbed a bunch of stuff from the pantry and cabinets. “Did your mom tell you how to make them?” you questioned your frantic best friend.

“Yes she did and she sent me the recipe too.”

“Coolio,” you reply.

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You were almost done cooking, the pasta was done, Quinn had put his meatballs in the oven and there were only 5 minutes left on the timer. And the sauce had about 2 minutes to simmer.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot what to do when they're almost done, she does this thing, I have to call her,” Quinn said with a panicked look on his face. He ran back to your room.

The front door to your apartment opened quickly, both boys laughing, “ahh, shit,  my brother’s calling me,” Brock said as he ran back to his room.

“Why does everyone feel the need to exit the room for phone calls?” you asked Jacob.

He shrugged with a giggle, “I don't know, maybe they don’t trust us,” he said in a sarcastically dramatic tone grasping his chest.

The door closed slowly and you glanced at the doorway where you thought you’d see the ever adorable goalie, Thatcher Demko, instead, you saw the adorable, slender, tall blonde you’d seen all the time, but never had a one on one interaction with... except the first time you met, when he told you that you looked pretty.

“Hi, Petey!” Jacob said as he slipped behind you to watch you mix the sauce, he stood over you looking at the sauce and put his hand on your waist.

“Hi,” he replied, his smile from before had faded.

“Looks so good Y/C/N/N,” Jacob said with a kiss on your cheek, a regular action. 

“Thanks, Giraffe, can you grab the taco shells?”

He grabbed them easily from the top shelf (tall ass bitch -_-), and moved behind you, placing his hands on your waist yet again, to move you to the side. “I've gotta run to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back”

“Ok, you have fun with that,” you said with a wink.

Suddenly, was only you and Elias in the room, and the silence was deafening.

“So what are we eating?” he said, pulling your attention to his bright blue eyes.

“Um, spaghetti tacos, they're from a tv sho-”

“Like from iCarly?” he interrupted.

“...Uh yeah? How'd you know?” you couldnt pull your attention away from his eyes, ‘they are just so beautiful,’ you thought somehow you hadnt noticed this within the on and a half years you’d known him.

“We also get Nickelodeon, you know,” he said while throwing you a smirk that made your stomach flip. 

“Oh, I didn't know that,” you replied, feeling just a little embarrassed. 

“iCarly was my favorite, actually.” 

“Yeah, it was mine too,” you said, smiling back, looking at the way he just lit up your kitchen with his presence.

You both stood there for a second just looking at the other, “So how long have-,” he started.

“OKAY,” Quinn unknowingly interrupted, “so she told me what to do, turns out I have to put sauce over them for the last 2 minutes, so Y/N/N can you just put a tablespoon of sauce on each ball then put them back in for two minutes?” 

“Yeah of course. Elias, you were saying?” you looked back at the Swede.

“Oh it's nothing,” he looked down at his shoes. 

“Ok, Y/N/N you need to call mom and tell her we’re fine and that she doesn't need to worry about us please, Paul says she’s stressing,” Brock said as he entered the room.

“When is she not stressing about us? I’ll call her after dinner, how's dad?”

“Doin’ good, nothing has changed or progressed or whatever since we were home last,” Brock moved and sat on the couch letting out a big sigh.

“That’s good,” you let out a sigh.

“Petey, come here, we’re watching Gossip Girl” Brock shouted at the Swede.

“Ooo what episode are you guys on?” you asked. Brock had mentioned how he was making him watch the show you two had watched about 5 times together. 

“Just after Chuck gets Dan kidnapped at Yale.” 

“Oh so you still hate Chuck?” you asked Elias.

“Ew, yeah...wait is that gonna change?” Petey said with a scoff.

“Uh....,” you stalled.

“Y/N shut up, don't spoil it,” Brock interrupted before you could make it worse.

“Ok well, dinner is ready so just start the show after and we can all watch it together.”

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“Oh my god, these are actually amazing,” Quinn said with his mouth full.

“I know, I did not think this was gonna taste good,” Jacob added.

“Hey!” you said, offended.

“Y/C/N/N, you know I love your cooking, it was the idea of the meal that I doubted,” Jacob said leaning into your side and putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Mmmhmm, suuure,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Hallå Marky, ni två är söta (hey Marky, you two are cute),” Petey said, confusing you, Quinn and Brock with the sudden change in language.

Jacob, being oblivious to what Petey was implying, just said, “tack broder (thanks, bro).”

Little did you know what was going on in Elias’s head.

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PRESENT

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Before that night, you never really thought of Elias in a romantic way. You'd been around him quite a lot, seeing as how, seemingly, is in your apartment more than his own. Sure, you knew he was cute and very sweet from what you'd seen, but up until that point, you'd never had a one-on-one interaction with him. That interaction, however small, was the beginning of an obsessive crush. Quinn was the first to point it out, you started listening closely any time he talked, attempting to converse with him, and thinking about him on a daily basis even when you didn't see him. And due to your stubbornness, no matter how unrequited your crush seemed, it never faltered. You had always thought he hated you, or maybe he just tolerated you because you were Brock’s sister, and you were always around. 

However, that couldn't be farther from the truth.

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[writersrealmbts]

Diamond Tears and Little Wings: Part 4

Description: You’re a fairy, taken in by BTS. You need lots of love and care, otherwise your light will fade and you turn to stone. Between the seven of them, you should never feel unloved. Right?

Warnings: N/A

Posted: 01/28/2021

Tags: bts x reader, ot7

Angst/Fluff: 4,695 words

A/N: Well it’s been forever, and you guys wouldn’t let me forget about this so it’s done, I just have to pick when to post them. Hope you enjoy this update. And Imma say this once, ao3 is going to get more regular updates than tumblr. 

You were in a cage.

It was not okay.

And they knew it too.

They were steaming mad when they saw it.

Dehumanizing.

But then, you weren’t actually human.

Jin, thankfully, was never completely kowtowed by the company. He made a good show of backing off, and pulling the other boys back to make them complacent.

Then the moment no one was paying attention he went over, pulling you out, hid you in his pocket and maybe bent the latch on the door so that it wouldn’t close properly.

He handed you off to Yoongi as soon as he could, and Yoongi hid you just in time for the staff to notice you weren’t in the cage and begin to question the others.

The boys kept slipping you to each other as they were inspected for you, but the staff never did find you, and the boys made a big deal out of them losing you.

You loved your boys.

Even if they were making you go through with this fansign appearance.

Tae made a big show of “finding” you just before they went out, then an even bigger fuss with taking you out with him instead of in a cage.

And apparently the staff knew what losing looked like, because they gave in.

So you were hiding in Taehyung’s pocket as they went out to greet their fans, with earplugs in as well as covering your poor ears because holy hell it was loud. While you waited for it to quiet down, you tried to stay completely still.

You could make out the staff explaining that you were there, requesting them to be respectful of noise since you were sound sensitive, but also that you were there because you’d gotten a fairy illness and had to be close to the boys for your health. Which you felt was pretty ironic considering they wanted to send you away if the fans didn’t accept you.

After a few events, Taehyung put his hand over the pocket you were hiding in, the signal he had told you earlier.

You took a few deep breaths, then stood, grabbing the edge of his pocket and peeking out.

No one noticed you at first, thankfully, allowing you to take in the large crowd, and the activity of the boys before you pulled yourself out of the pocket, fluttering up to his shoulder.

The fan in front of him noticed you first, eyes widening.

You squeaked as you slipped over the slope of his shoulder, grabbing the fabric so you wouldn’t fall all the way down and get squished, especially since he was so focused on the fan that he didn’t notice you falling.

You crawled back up his shirt, peering at the fan that was getting her album copy signed. She was cute.

They were all cute. But only because they loved your boys and supported your boys.

She asked something that you couldn’t make out due to the earplugs, but Taehyung grinned and looked at you on his shoulder, replying that you were shy.

You ducked back, climbing sideways until you were behind his head. Then you climbed up until you reached the collar, then his hair, giggling when he flinched ever so slightly at the feeling of you climbing into his hair. You wrinkled your nose at the stickiness from the styling products, then let go, fluttering back down to his shirt and wiping your hands off on his shirt.

A hand came over and rubbed Tae’s neck (almost squishing you, but hovering just long enough for you to get out of the way) then sort of lay out flat, inviting.

You smiled and climbed onto Jin’s hand, riding it over to him as he pretended to stretch—allowing you to hop onto his head (which had less product in it, thank goodness). You tucked yourself out of the way without messing up his hair. You made sure to be able to see everything outside.

There was definitely an increase in noise when you had been visible, but you weren’t certain whether it was due to something the boys did or because of you.

Everything was fine for a little while, then you felt Seokjin shake his head slightly. A couple seconds, or maybe minutes, later, his hand came up. Tense. Uneasy.

You stared at it, then extricated yourself and crawled on.

He passed you over to Yoongi.

Yoongi set you on the table, one finger caressing your hair. He showed you a note.

‘We had to bring you out. Stay close to us.’

You nodded, glad that he was guarding you from the sight of the fans for just a little longer, and kicked the note off of the table.

You made sure you looked okay in your little mirror, then looked up at him, nodding.

He nodded as well, hand moving away as he greeted the next fan in the line up.

You looked around, still a little overwhelmed by the crowd and the scrutiny. Finally you settled on sitting just out of the way between Yoongi and Hoseok and watching the fans pass by, noting the curious looks they gave you.

The whole situation was strange to you. It wasn’t like your presence added anything or took anything away from the event. Not in your mind. You were aware—more than aware—that your gender could be a point of criticism and unrest that could damage their careers.

But you were harmless…weren’t you?

The boys operated as though you weren’t there, focused on their fans. They were very discreet about taking care of you.

You took another deep breath, then pulled out the earplugs.

“She’s so tiny!”

“How cute!”

“Did you see her hiding in Jin’s hair?”

“Her peeking over Taehyung-oppa’s shoulder was so adorable!”

“She doesn’t belong there.”

You closed your eyes, frowning slightly at the bombardment of voices.

“She could ruin their career.”

“She’s too pretty.”

“Jimin-oppa is so handsome!”

“She better not be the kind that can change sizes.”

You wanted to hide. You knew the boys couldn’t hear the comments, their hearing wasn’t as sensitive as yours, but that didn’t mean the comments didn’t exist.

“She isn’t dressed very modestly either. I bet she’s their sl—”

“Oh my Gosh! Look at Jungkook! He’s so cute!”

“Oppa!”

You crawled over and pressed yourself against Yoongi’s elbow, overwhelmed and trying to get the earplugs back in.

His elbow moved and then his hand covered you protectively. He didn’t do anything else, just protected you while you stuffed your ears again. Lifted a finger to check on you, then removed his hand when you signaled you were okay.

You got up, looking around again, then fluttering up so you could look at the picture in the album that Yoongi had opened to.

An excellent picture of Yoongi.

You landed again, looking around, then running toward Hoseok to observe him, tripping when a sticker got stuck on your foot and shaking it to try and get it off, hopping and then falling.

You could hear Hoseok’s laugh, and he carefully picked you up, flicking the sticker off of your foot and then setting you back on the table.

He was talking more animatedly with the fan in front of him, laughing and signing the album in front of him with a genuine smile. He looked so nice when he smiled.

On his other side, Jimin was basically flirting with the fan in front of him. Goofing off, but Jimin was always showing himself. Always showing a touch of honesty in his actions. Opening himself up to things.

You worried about him, but you knew the other boys would always catch him if he fell.

They always caught each other. Supported each other, got each other to the therapist when needed, and held out until the other was well enough to continue without full support.

Where did you fit into that scheme?

You felt your wings droop. They said…they said that they cared about you, and their actions confirmed that. But did they really have time for you?

A finger poked your belly.

You looked up at Hoseok, then grabbed his finger and held onto it.

He lifted you up, peering at you with carefully veiled concern. “You okay, y/n?”

You shook your head.

He glanced at the others, then looked down the line, leaning forward and saying something to the others.

Jimin nodded, then reached over.

You glanced at Hoseok, then dropped into the waiting hand.

Jimin peeked at you, smiling momentarily, then passing you to the next waiting hand.

Jungkook took you carefully, bringing you up to his shirt pocket. “It’s okay.”

You nodded and crawled into the pocket, happy that all the boys with shirt pockets had stashed some of your blankets in them. You wrapped up, trying to calm yourself. Their preparation was just evidence of how much they cared for you. They got you houseplants and they were searching for a new dollhouse for you (you would have been happy with anything, but they were being very particular). They fed you when you couldn’t do it for yourself and took care of you when you were too floaty to do so yourself. They’d brought home dozens of flowering plants, imported different floral teas, got raw honey, brought you toys, made sure their pets didn’t eat you (you forgave Tannie, but man that was a close call), and made room in their hearts for you.

And they gave you kisses, sometimes. Jin was the most allowed to give you kisses, because his were simple and sweet and very quick. TaeTae had given you a couple pecks. Jimin didn’t dare kiss you yet after what happened last time. Hoseok was fond of placing kisses all over your face. Namjoon and Yoongi weren’t as physical with affection so you didn’t expect kisses, but Yoongi often held your hand or let you cuddle up to him. Namjoon liked sharing space with you, and often suggested books he thought you might like, it was his own sort of affection.

Then there was Jungkook.

He’d taken to carrying you around even when you were fine (you weren’t about to complain) and no matter your size.

You wrapped yourself tighter in the blanket, shivering as you battled the thoughts in your head.

Jungkook’s chest vibrated, speaking to the fans. His words weren’t clear to you, but it was lighthearted and happy.

So happy.

Did you really have any right to ruin their happiness with their fans?

But how much happiness would you be taking away if you left now?

You felt his chest move suddenly, like he had laughed or was startled or upset by something.

His fingers suddenly plucked you out of the pocket, gentle but stiff.

You winced and peeked out of the blanket, confused.

His face was tense, especially around his jaw, even though he was faking a smile.

You got the unspoken message. He was forced to pull you out. You needed to show yourself to the fans.

You huffed and wiggled out of the blanket, flying as fast as you could down the line to Namjoon, landing lightly before reaching him completely and walking the last few steps, flopping over his arm and then resting your head on your elbows, watching him interact with the fan. They seemed to be almost down with the signing part of their event.

You rode his arm as he moved it, gripping onto the sleep so you didn’t get thrown into the wall behind them.

There was an increase of noise and then both Namjoon and Taehyung were making sure you were okay.

You hopped off of his arm, sitting down cross-legged and facing the crowd. “I’ve learned my lesson.”

They definitely didn’t hear you, but both boys looked relieved that you were okay.

You sat there, observing the fans for a while. Your earplugs were great, but you could feel the rise and fall in the volume all through your body. You could feel someone bump the table, you would have those spots in front of your eyes for weeks from all of the flashing lights.

You had to make these people like you. Had to make them understand that you posed no threat to the boys. You had to show them that there was no way you could do anything that would be…detrimental to them.

It would help if you knew what those things were, though. Maybe you were detrimental to their career just by existing.

You wished, now, that the boys hadn’t divulged the fact that you were the kind that could change size. You had a feeling that it was the one thing that the fans could never get over.

Your only hope was if you could twist what they knew to be size-changing to your advantage. If you sized up, just a little. Maybe became a foot tall instead of three and a half inches, maybe they would accept that.

But that would depend on the managers insistence.

You could already feel the apologetic look Sejin was giving you.

It was enough to make you contemplate running (or flying) away. Getting as far away from that place as you could. Sparing yourself the trouble because they had already decided your fate and were just waiting for the cruel souls to confirm their judgement.

One year with a family.

That’s all you ever got.

You got up quickly and flew back down to Yoongi, staying close but out of his way. If you hadn’t thought the fans would get the wrong idea you would have just hidden under the table. You could easily evade all attempts you pull out out down there.

As it was, you amused yourself by making some of the stickers float and then stealing one of the extra pens (which was definitely bigger than you and you definitely used pixie dust on it) and finding something to write on—which someone provided in the back of a spare picture they had.

You set up a tic-tac-toe game on the back in one corner and pushed it up to the edge of the table, putting an O in the center and waiting for the next fan. Holding out the pen to her.

She blinked at you, eyes wide when she finally noticed, then she carefully took the pen and added an X before continuing to Seokjin.

You contemplated the thing, then added another O, nodding and waiting for the next fan that would acknowledge your existence.

Which was about three fans later.

It ended up a tie, and you started a new one, but ran out of their fans before the game could be completed.

You pouted a bit, but then the pen was being taken from behind.

You quickly released it and turned to see who was the perpetrator, only to see Yoongi peering at the tic-tac-toe game and then lightly brushing you aside so that he could make a move.

You bounced happily and put in an O, watching his fingers carefully as he debated where to put his X, then fluttering up in glee as he put it exactly where you wanted it. You had this game in the bag. Now, no matter where he put his X, you would still get three in a row.

The volume rose as you did a little victory dance, having thoroughly beat him.

You scurried over to Yoongi’s arm and hid behind it because what just happened.

He shook slightly, like he was laughing, as he picked you up carefully. He was grinning, and definitely laughing.

You tilted your head, curious about what was so funny, but not daring to take out the earplug.

Hoseok reached over and gently poked your head, also laughing.

Seokjin was talking into the microphone to the fans, standing up with the others.

Was the event almost over? Was that too good to be true?

Yoongi leaned in closer. “Go back to Taehyung’s pocket,” He told you, just loud enough for you to hear with the earplugs, but you also mostly read his lips because it was sound and vibrations and your mind’s translation of it was a little hazy, but his lips were clear.

You nodded, getting up and running off of his hand, flying straight for Taehyung, landing on his should and then sliding down his shirt and into the pocket—quickly burying yourself under the blankets instead of in them since that backfired earlier.

Tae patted the pocket once, then was busy talking and moving and maybe hiding in his pocket had been a poor life choice.

But his hand went over the pocket you were in, covering it in a very protective gesture.

You shrunk more, to maybe an inch, to try and escape what would happen next.

Tae’s breathing was slightly hasty, like he was trying hard not to lose control.

You teared up, but quickly tried to dash your tears away. You couldn’t cry in public. The boys had been very adamant on that, and worried, they said it would be dangerous for you if you did.

His hand moved away from the pocket slowly, then one of his fingers came in, simply waiting. A simple request that he knew you wouldn’t want to acquiesce.

You took a deep breath, then wrapped around the tip of his finger.

He carefully pulled you out, eyes wide at how tiny you were.

The other boys looked just as surprised and alarmed—all trying so hard to hide their emotions from the fans and pretend everything was peachy.

Tae looked up and then leaned over to talk into the microphone Jimin was holding, telling them something about being right back. Then he hurried back-stage and seemed to usher the staff away.

You grew back to your normal pixie height, looking up at him desperately.

He signaled for you to take the ear-plugs out.

You did, slowly.

“Little Wing…I know you don’t like it, and I know you know that we don’t like it…but they’re insisting that you show our fans your full size. You can change size back here…but….”

You looked down at his palm, then nodded.

He waited patiently as you calmed yourself a little and then changed sized, but with as small and scared as you were feeling you couldn’t get as big as you normally would. Your chin came just above his belly-button.

His hand softly stroked your hair. “I know how stressful this is.”

You met his gaze. “No matter what happens, they’re sending me away.”

His face became anguished, and he closed his eyes as though to regain some of his composure, pulling you into a loose hug. “We’ll turn the world upside down before we give up on you.”

You took a shaky breath and did your best to grow the last bit to your height, but you only managed a couple inches.

Tae kissed your forehead. “Come on, this is good enough.”

You hugged his arm, keeping on the side that would keep him in between you and the fans, absolutely petrified as he led you back out in front of the crowd. Doing your best to still hide because you didn’t like this one bit.

It got scarily quiet.

“Army, this is Y/n,” Jimin said in a soft tone, coming over to you. “She’s really shy, so this is a lot for her. She doesn’t like being in her big form in front of strangers.”

Jungkook rested a hand on your shoulder, giving it a very gently squeeze.

“Y/n, can you say something to Army?” Namjoon asked.

You couldn’t even breath, pinpointing every glare sent your way, and quickly shook your head, rapidly shrinking.

Jungkook scooped you up when you were the size of a toddler, holding onto you firmly. “Do you want to ride on my back?”

You nodded.

He set you on the table and turned around, letting you latch on and then changing the topic to something else like you weren’t hiding by hanging onto his back.

You started to panic when someone grabbed you, but then noticed it was Sejin, and let him take you back-stage. You finally relaxed a bit when you were in the waiting room back-stage and Sejin had shooed all of the staff from the room.

You found one of the boys sweatshirts and wiggled into it, cocooning yourself in the ultra-long sleeves and extra fabric and then curling into a ball on the couch.

You woke again when you were being carried, recognizing the comforting “shh” as Jimin’s and letting yourself drift off a little, barely recognizing that you had been brought into a vehicle.

Namjoon was cradling you when you woke up fully, back at the house. His hair looked freshly dried, and he was dressed in comfy clothing.

The other boys were slowly filtering back to the living room with food and drinks, all freshly showered.

Namjoon tightened his hold on you when he saw you were awake. “Hey, baby.”

You rubbed your eyes. “Hey. How long was I asleep?”

“Four hours,” Hoseok answered, plopping a kiss onto your forehead after moving the hood of the sweatshirt.

Your eyes widened slightly, but were too tired to do much more than that. “So we’ve already been back to the office and then home?”

Yoongi nodded. “It’s no wonder you slept, that was a highly stressful situation for you.

Hoseok didn't look happy. “What were they thinking, forcing you to size up like that? Forcing you into a situation like that?”

“Probably something along the lines of ‘oh, how convenient, a way to get rid of the annoying fairy that we only got them for good publicity’,” You answered.

All the boys looked angry after that.

You shrugged, unwrapping yourself and then sizing up some more, about the size you were earlier. “You know it’s true. Don’t tell me you don’t. The whole point of this is to get rid of me.”

“Why?!” Jimin snapped. “Why would they want to get rid of you? Things were fine!”

You looked up and met Namjoon’s troubled gaze. “The v-live you boys had. The night Jimin kissed me and I got loopy. Someone told the viewers that I could change size.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened slightly, and his jaw set in frustration. “Which makes it scandalous for you to be living with us.”

Yoongi looked like he might be sick. “I said it. Why did I say it?”

Jin rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it.

“It’s not your fault. It would have come out at some point or other,” You told them. “But it’s also because I do distract all of you. I’m a liability on many fronts. I have no doubt that they’re already arranging everything regarding me being taken away.”

Namjoon gently set you on the seat beside him, reaching for a bag beside the couch, not at all surprised while the others still seemed like they were processing it.

You waited, wondering what he had in the bag, but mostly waiting for the other boys to be ready for the rest of the conversation you knew had to happen. It was obvious, now that you looked back, that the staff were preparing to get rid of you.

“I got something for all of us. Had them made, actually,” Namjoon said quietly. “I was afraid that something like this might happen.”

That seemed to get the boys attention.

Namjoon pulled out little gift-boxes. Eight of them. Each one was carefully marked, but you weren’t sure what the marks meant. But he did, handing them out to each of you.

You held your box nervously.

“I wanted each of us to have something, to remind you that we love you, y/n. Especially when we’re busy with shows and tours. Because we already know you love us, and nothing could make us forget that.”

You opened the box, revealing a simple bracelet, with two inset diamond tears. Both microscopically engraved with itty bitty words that you couldn’t make out, only visible to you because, well, you were magic.

Namjoon grabbed his phone, turning on the flashlight and pulling the bracelet so the diamonds were over the light, projecting it onto the ceiling.

It had all of their names, and yours, and it said that they loved you forever. And it also had the BTS symbol with fairy wings in them.

You stared up at the ceiling in awe, then carefully took the bracelet. It was made of a magical material, one that would shrink and grow with you unlike most other metals. “This is fairy-made.”

He nodded, looking a little sheepish. “I figured with your tears it was best to go to a fairy for this work.”

You quickly looked around the room.

Tae had a similar bracelet to yours, that he was examining with tear-filled eyes.

Yoongi had a ring with black metal, and was already wearing it.

Jimin and Jin had a necklaces, both different than each other’s.

Hoseok had a different style of bracelet.

Namjoon had a ring that he was playing with, made with a lighter metal than Yoongi’s.

Jungkook had earrings, a stud and a dangling earring, and he was already switching them out.

Everyone was quiet, most of the boys staring at their gift and looking upset in some way.

“When they remove me…because this was a better home for me…my best home…they’ll have to lock away the memories. I’ll be able to keep my things, and the memories can be recovered, but unless I’m in a situation where I am as loved, or more loved, and equally as happy…I would need to return to you all if I remembered.” You carefully put on the bracelet. “It’s a hard process. And they’ll probably send me somewhere else, somewhere I won’t be…as likely to find you, or vice versa.

“Like a different city?” Jimin asked.

“Like a different country. It happens a lot. Fairies can speak whatever language they need.” You shrugged, not looking at them. Not able to bear their heartache as well as your own.

“We’ll find you. Doesn’t matter where you are in the world. We’ll find you,” Jungkook said quietly.

It was quiet again after that.

Then Jin cleared his throat. “Jungkook, help me pull the mattresses in here.”

They all got up to do something, whether it was helping Jin and Jungkook create a giant bed in the living room or getting ready for bed, or just trying to calm themselves by pretending to do something.

Tae was the first to come back to you, cuddling with you on the couch, comparing the bracelets. “I’m glad mine matches yours, but I wonder why hyung did that.”

You peeked up at him. “You were the one who found me.”

His eyes filled, and he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips that you melted into.

Then the two of you stayed cuddled up while Hoseok directed the madness of making the bed.

Yoongi came over and cupped your face in his hands. “You know we’re not letting you go without a fight, right?”

You nodded, closing your eyes as he kissed your forehead—opening them when he softly kissed your lips.

Then you were cuddling up with all seven boys on the bed, trying not to cry because your mind kept saying, ‘This might be the last time’.

And Jimin’s shirt would definitely be ruined by your tears solidifying in his shirt, but you knew he wouldn’t complain as long as you didn’t mention his tears to the others.

Even Namjoon was crying, though, so you doubted any teasing would be happening.

Hoseok and Jin left, Hoseok’s sobs echoing down the hallway before they locked themselves in one of the rooms.

Yoongi sniffled and squeezed your hand.

Jungkook’s sniffles turned into snores.

And as you fell asleep, you felt the way Taehyung’s breaths shook his body, gently pressed against your back and wings.

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Pain Is So Close To Pleasure (modern!Queen x platonic!reader) - Chapter 2

Summary: As a recently promoted Soloist for the Royal Ballet, you move closer to Covent Garden with your three-year-old daughter, Rose. But your new neighbour turns out to be the last person you'd expect to pop up on your doorstep.

A/N: This chapter, but really this whole fic, has such a specific vibe and I love it?? Like I can relate to a lot of the things I describe, and I don’t know if that’s a me thing, or a British thing, or just a thing. Anyways I’m here for it. And if you’re not British and don’t relate to this fic in the way I do, and you’ve wondered what it’s like to live in Britain, this might give you a rough idea.

The chapter count for this crept up again because I’ve had about two or three more ideas for this. I think now would be a good time to mention that I’m treating this as more of a load of one-shots set in the same verse, rather than a story with a plot. That’s why it will start to seem more like a series of vignettes, not as a storyline.

As always, I hope you’re all doing okay with everything that’s going on, and I hope to have another update for you all soon. I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): swearing

Word Count: 3.3k+

Inspiration: Incandescent by @immistermercury on AO3, Outed by @platawnic on Tumblr, Rock Angel by @mirkwoodshewolf on Tumblr, Brian’s Instagram, Modern Times Rock ‘N’ Roll by @rhapso-kei on Tumblr and AO3, this silly lockdown business, the fact that I should have gone to see Queen over two weeks ago but it’s fine

Taglist: @bhmay @briarrose26

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You popped your head round the door to the studio and smiled to yourself when you found it void of people. You switched the lights on, the charcoal-grey clouds outside casting a darkness over the Opera House; uncharacteristic for midday, but then it was London, and it was February. You couldn’t expect too much from good old British weather.

It wasn’t often that you had the opportunity of having a studio all to yourself, so when you did, you simply had to make the most of it. The way your timetable for the day had worked out meant that you had a longer lunch break than everyone else, not by much, but fifteen minutes was more than enough time to go over a routine you’d crafted yourself. So, seeing as you could afford to eat later on, and everyone else was either in the canteen or some café in Covent Garden, you decided to book one of the studios for your own use.

You connected your phone to the mostly unused speaker in the corner of the room and quickly found the song. Time was of the essence here, and you were most conscious of that. You lightly ran to the centre of the room, making sure you weren’t facing the wall-length mirror for watching yourself dance made you rather self-conscious, replacing passion with technicality. This dance was your own, you had created it, cradled it, held it oh-so-close to your heart; unlike anything you’d ever done professionally, this dance was all about the enthusiasm and the love with which you danced.

Freddie’s voice rang out through the studio, clear as day and filling each and every particle with the richness of his voice. The singular note was soon accompanied by harmonies and then the familiar piano motif of Somebody To Love. You smiled despite yourself as you began the routine.

You promised yourself that one day you’d perform this to someone, even if it was just Rose. But that day was a long way off yet.

The way you danced was unlike how you had ever done so on stage. You performed with a vivacity that many dancers lost so early on in their careers when they valued the physical quality of their dancing over the raw emotion of it. You considered yourself quite lucky that you hadn’t yet surrendered to that particular temptation.

You considered this song to be a crescendo in and of itself, just building and building as its many layers unfolded. You’d made sure that this was reflected in the choreography. Each section was grander a more extravagant than the last. You quite liked the simultaneous challenge and familiarity of it; it made for a good dance to return to when you found your head overflowing with your thoughts and anxieties. You made more and more use of the space as the song progressed, like you were contained by an invisible circle that gradually grew.

When the third verse came around, and Freddie’s voice temporarily faded into silence, fooling the nonchalant listener into thinking it was the end, you had a second to pause. You used it to inhale deeply before starting the fouettés that accompanied the acapella. One, then another, then another, more, more, more until you genuinely thought you were going to fall over. You persevered, however, pushing through all forty of the turns, and even though by the end you wanted nothing more than to lay on the ground and watch the world spin, you couldn’t stop yourself from beaming because holy shit you’d never done them all before. You shook off the feeling, allowing yourself to revel in it later; right now, you had the rest of the dance to get through.

You breezed through the rest of it, the highest jeté seeming insignificant compared to the dizzying hell you’d just put yourself through. When everything quietened down once again, and Freddie faded back into his falsetto, you came to a still in the centre of the ‘stage’, going up on pointe and gradually raising one leg into the air so that it was parallel to your upper body and then to your face. When the music kicked in again, you dropped it back down and returned to your original flow. With the last tiny piano chord of the song, you did a cheeky little jump with the biggest grin on your face, before curtseying to your non-existent audience.

Or so you thought.

A slow clap sounded from the doorway and you whirled round to look at the intruder, blushing furiously with the embarrassment of being seen without knowing. Your smile made a comeback, however, when you recognised the face.

“Wow, that really was something, (Y/N),” Brian whistled, “I’m impressed, truly.”

“Thank you,” you ducked your head, panting heavily. Your muscles screamed with exhaustion, and even though you wanted to just lay down and maybe have a nap, you stayed strong, refusing to appear rude to Brian.

Somehow, he seemed to read your mind, “You can sit down, you must be knackered. Don’t mind me.”

You smiled at him gratefully before sinking down in the corner of the studio next to your bag and grabbing your water bottle with desperation. You gestured to the spot next to you which he took gladly. “How much of that did you see?”

“Pretty much all of it,” he laughed, “I was about pop in for a chat but I saw you put the song on, and I thought I might as well watch.”

“Gosh,” you muttered, beginning to take off your pointe shoes to relieve your aching feet. You’d had back-to-back classes all morning and doing a routine such as that one after all of that just didn’t help.

“I didn’t know you guys danced to non-classical music,” he said.

You managed to get one shoe off, and you started on the other one, wrinkling your nose at the quite frankly disgusting smell that Brian was politely showing no reaction to, “We don’t. Well, I haven’t heard of it anyway. Even if people did somewhere, it would be an awfully long time before the Royal started doing it.”

He shot you a confused look, “Then how…”

“It’s my dance. I choreographed it a while back,” you shrugged, not really understanding what the big deal was, “That’s probably the best run I’ve done of it.”

“Wow, I,” he ran a hand through his hair, “That looked like something from an actual ballet.”

You ducked your head again with the kind of embarrassed pride that comes with compliments, “Thanks, Brian, that means a lot. I only made it a while ago. I,” you laughed self-deprecatingly before saying, “I’d just done quite possibly the worst audition of my life, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how shit it was. So, I just freestyled to some of my favourite songs and that happened.”

“You just made that up?” he asked incredulously.

“It wasn’t nearly as good as it was just then. I’ve been working on it for months until it became what you just watched. It’s been my little side project,” you mused, shoving your phone and both of your pointe shoes into your ballet bag. You poked your head up and peered through the huge window on the opposite wall, cringing at the heavy rain and how that wasn’t a good mix with the non-waterproof trainers you were now putting on, “Oh, shit, I thought it wasn’t going to rain until later. I don’t think I packed my umbrella,” you said, forgetting about your shoes for a second and rifling through your bag.

Brian placed a hand on your arm, “Relax, I have one, we’ll just have to share, if that’s alright with you?”

“Thanks,” you looked at him gratefully before returning to doing your laces.

“Where are you going anyway? You haven’t finished work already, have you?”

“Oh, I wish,” you laughed sadly. You did love your job, but today was just one of those days where you had no energy and just wanted to cuddle up on the sofa with a cup of tea and a box of Quality Street chocolates all to yourself and binge watch Miranda on Netflix. “No, I didn’t bring any lunch with me, so I thought I’d have a look and see which cafes have free tables. You’re more than welcome to join me if you want.”

About five minutes later, you found yourself running through Covent Garden Market while it was hammering it down with rain, sharing an umbrella with Brian that was way too small for the both of you. You were trying your hardest not to slip on the shining cobblestones beneath your feet, while also trying not to knock into any other pedestrians who, like you, were also running for cover. It wasn’t long until you reached your destination, a café that was a favourite haunt of yourself and Rose. It served at Rose’s Friday treat after she had finished preschool for the day, when the weather wasn’t too good and you couldn’t go to the playground in St James’s Park. You also frequented it on bank holiday weekends or half-terms where you’d been in the flat for three days straight and were in desperate need of some fresh air but had absolutely nothing to do.

You held the door open for Brian, hearing the little bell ring when it came into contact with the door, and you grabbed the umbrella from him as he entered. You shook it rather aggressively outside and popped it into the bucket next to you, filled to the brim with the umbrella of fellow patrons who unluckily got caught in the rain and had dived into the nearest establishment for sanctuary. You made your way to the only free table left while Brian queued up to order your food and drinks.

This wasn’t actually the first time you two had done this, though it was the third. The first time had been rather awkward, as from the second you put your shoes on to leave to the second you said goodbye, you were both repeatedly stopped by people wanting to talk to Brian. And even though neither of you ever complained, you had later admitted to each other that you had found it rather annoying. The second time wasn’t as bad, though at one point you had been stopped by a guy from some tabloid you’d never heard of asking for an interview. Much to your amusement, and Brian’s embarrassment, the guy had actually been looking to talk to you instead of him. You’d politely declined, offering to do it another time, but as soon as you’d sat down to eat, you teased Brian mercilessly about it, and still did every now and then. All it took was for you to say Brian look I’m more famous than you for him to blush furiously and ask you to please change the subject. Considering this was the third time now, the initial shock of oh my God I’m just casually having lunch with Brian May this is fine had passed. Now it was merely having lunch with a friend. Just that that friend just so happened to be an international icon. No big deal.

You looked up to see Brian making his way over to you, carrying a tray of food, and you smiled when you noticed that he’d remembered from last time when you’d told him what, in your opinion, was the best food this particular café had to offer. He sat down opposite you and plonked the tray down on the table, as you both started to work out who’s food and drink was who’s.

“How’s work been this week?” he opened up the conversation as he stirred his latte that had fake milk in it because I don’t know if their milk is locally sourced, (Y/N)!

“Not too bad, actually,” you said, taking a sip of your own drink and cringing when it scalded your tongue, “We’re just in our last week of rehearsals for The Winter’s Tale right now. Someone got injured on Tuesday, and our first performance is next Tuesday, so that���s not exactly ideal. But we’ll get through it, it’ll be fine, I’m sure,” you shrugged. The show must go on, you supposed. Pun not intended.

“Listen, (Y/N),” he started, his more serious tone intriguing you already, “I need to talk to you about something.”

You nodded slowly, “Okay…” You weren’t all too sure where he was going with this, and it was impossible to tell if the news he was about to impart was good or bad.

“I know this is very sudden, and there’s no guarantee that this will even happen, but I thought I’d ask you first,” he rambled for a moment.

“What, what are you on about?” you laughed impatiently.

He took a deep breath and said, “I have a business proposition for you.”

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The after-school pick-me-up was carnage at the best of times, let alone on a Friday which also just so happened to be the last day of half-term. Parents crowding around the doorway, desperate to reunite with their child and careless of who they had to shove out of their way in order to reach them. Children spilled out of the school, arms full of lunch boxes and month-old paintings that were meant to be rainbows and dragons but resembled something similar to an oil spill. Teachers waved goodbye with the odd word to the overly concerned parent, not-so-secretly relieved that their week off was edging closer, and hurrying everyone off because the sooner they left, the sooner half-term started. Something which parents had very split feelings over.

Not for you, however. You were more than happy to get Rose to yourself for the week, finding the flat way too still and silent and void of a child’s laughter for you to find remotely comfortable. And even though half-term would always mean a busy show week for you due to the sheer amount of families desperately needing something to do, you were still grateful for the time you got together. That may or may not be because you had spent the far majority of your adult life being a parent, but you weren’t complaining.

As per usual, you heard Rose’s shout long before you saw her face, but you decided that you wouldn’t have it any other way when you saw her run straight towards, “Mummy!”

You crouched down and hugged her tightly when she collided into your arms, almost overbalancing from the sheer force of it, “Hello, darling, did you have a good day?”

She pulled away and grinned at you, “Yeah! We had a dance party and we played games and we played musical chairs and I won and I got some chocolate!”

“Oh, wow, that’s really good Rose, well done you,” you bopped her nose and turned to the things she was holding, “What’s all this?”

She thrust a piece of sugar paper under your nose, “I did a glitter painting yesterday and it’s dry now! It has every colour in the whole world!”

You took it from her and looked at it, pretending to inspect it like a pretentious artist and putting on the poshest voice possible, “Well, I do think it’s rather splendid, if I do say so myself. Absolutely spiffing.”

She dissolved into giggles, “Mummy, you’re silly.”

You gasped in mock offence as you took her hand and started to lead her out of the crowd, “Excuse me, I’m not silly! I’m a very serious grown-up, don’t you know?”

“I don’t want to be a grown-up! Grown-ups are boring. I want to be little forever and ever and ever.”

“I’m a grown-up, do you think I’m boring?” you asked.

“Only sometimes,” she said very seriously, “Only when you talk about boring grown-up stuff.”

You chuckled slightly, “What about Rog and Bri? Are they boring?”

She laughed again as if you’d just said the funniest thing she’d heard all day, “No! They’re fun because they give me ice cream and they think of really good games,” she paused for a second, “Mummy, are we going to the park today?”

“Well, it is Friday so if you want to go then we’ll go. It is a very sunny day today,” you said, frowning when you noticed Rose’s face, “What’s up, sweetheart?”

She pouted as if deep in thought, “I don’t think I want to go today.”

“It’s perfectly alright if you don’t want to, darling. It’s half-term next week so we can always go another day,” you assured her, “Why don’t you want to go?”

“I feel a bit tired,” she said sheepishly, “I don’t want to fall asleep on the swings and fall off!”

“Oh, baby,” you said, heart swelling with the simultaneous silliness and adorableness of her logic, “I’d catch you before you fall, don’t worry. But we can go home if you want. We’ll find something else for your Friday treat.”

Her eyes lit up, “Can we have cookies? The nice ones with the big chocolate bits?”

“Good idea, darling, we can have cookies,” you did a quick mental run-through of what your biscuit tin was looking like at the moment and said, “I don’t think we have any of those ones at home so we’ll stop off at the bakery on the way home.”

“Yay!” she squealed before singing, “We’re having cookies! We’re having cookies!”

Rose spent the entire journey home singing that song, and even though you wanted nothing more than to never hear that tune again, you wouldn’t dare burst her bubble of joy. Besides, you didn’t think you could tell her to stop if you tried; she really was that cute. Or maybe you just told yourself that, so you didn’t feel like a terrible parent. You guessed you would never know. At least the lady who worked at the bakery found it endearing that a child could be that excited for something as relatively simple as cookies.

By the time you’d shoved the key in the door and the two of you had spilled into your flat, it was around half past four and Rose was positively exhausted, despite her best attempts to look and sound awake. You’d decided to have the cookies with some milk you’d warm up once you’d sorted out Rose’s stuff and gotten her changed from her long day at preschool. Then you just supposed you’d have some cuddles, and, with any luck, she’d fall asleep because the poor girl really needed it.

You put the radio on in the background before snuggling down on the sofa with her comfortably in your lap and your favourite honey-golden blanket draped over the both of you.

“I love you, Mummy,” she murmured against your chest before nibbling on the cookie that was bigger than her hand.

“I love you too, baby,” you said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and feeling her snuggle in more, as if that was even possible. You suddenly remembered your lunch with Brian, and the news you needed to impart, “I had lunch with Bri today,” you started, feeling her nod and carrying on, “He had a very cool idea, darling.”

“What was it?” she whispered, large, curious eyes looking up at you.

“He asked me if I wanted to work on a film, and I said yes,” you smiled, watching her face light up with the muted excitement that was usually paired with some element of confusion.

“A film? Is it a big film? Like Tangled?” she asked, suddenly much livelier than before.

“Yes, sweetheart, a bit like Tangled, except there’s going to be real people in it instead of animated people,” you explained.

“What’s the film about?” she was getting more curious by the second and it just made your heart leap with pride.

“It’s about the band that Rog and Bri are in, darling. It’s the story of how they got famous,” you grinned.

“Who are you in it?”

“Ooooooh, I couldn’t possibly tell you that yet, I’ve got to keep it a secret,” you said judiciously, smiling when she pouted at you, “I’ll tell you another day, sweetheart, don’t you worry.”

“Promise?” she asked hopefully.

You brought her into a hug again and whispered, “Promise.”

[kaylathekittykat225]

All Tangled Up // Older!Damian Wayne X Reader

Warning/s: Nothing, just fluff, because...fluff

Word Count: 2549

Henlo all, just a little saying of enjoy. First time adventuring into the realm of tumblr posting, so we shall see how this all goes. I venture into different fandoms if anyone wants to request anything, feel free to ask!

Here’s my Masterlist.

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The sudden glare of the sunlight straight to your face woke you up with a start along with the whoosh of the thick fabric of the curtains that usually stopped the light being pulled apart pulled you out of that fuzzy area between sleep and awake.

"Wakey, wakey my little love birds!" The familiar voice of Damian's oldest brother shouted through the room, too chipper for being awake this early on a Saturday.

You squinted your eyes at his direction, he stood in the direct line of the sun standing behind him, giving him a good reason to be called Golden Boy with how much yellow is shining around him. Before you could begin yelling at him, you felt your boyfriend shift in your arms, pulling himself closer to you, nuzzling his face subconsciously deeper into the crook of your neck.

"Dick, I suggest you go away before you wake Damian up." You knew first-hand how your boyfriend acted when he was woken up from his sleep, especially when it's a weekend, but the eldest Robin didn't seem to understand you.

His grin grew larger, well at least you think he did since you still couldn't see him with that damn sun behind him. "Aw how cute, Y/N. You seem to forget that I'm Dami's favorite."

"Dick, no matter how much he favors you over the rest of your brothers, you probably won't be his favorite when you wake him up before noon on a Saturday. Remember Fourth of July?" The blacknette visibly shuddered at the memory of being chased around the Manor by a practically rabid nineteen-year-old. "So, I suggest you let him be and wake up on his own accord."

While he finally left the room, he grumbled to himself about being so bored and then something about Jason before he quietly shut the door behind him.

You hummed to yourself before glancing down to your still sleeping boyfriend. His head laid mostly on your sleeveless shoulder while he hid his face in your neck, his slow and paced breathing tickled your gentle skin. After wiggling around a little, you felt his arms were in fact tightly wrapping themselves around your waist, his hands holding onto the fabric of your black tank top, keeping you from moving away from him at all. And best part was that you were mostly pinned to the bed by his body weight, his legs hugging one of your legs between his.

It was hard not the love when the normally stoic Wayne was all cuddly and lovey dovey. Last night, he got back from a what you later found out to be a very rough night on patrol when he came into your guys room and promptly interrupted your journaling by laying his body down on top of yours. He whispered a quiet "love you" before he quickly fell asleep.

With the help of Titus, you had the smart dog turn off the lights before his big body jumped on the bed at your feet, falling asleep as quickly as his master had. The last thing you remembered before you fell asleep as well other than acting like a pillow to you beloved Damian was running your fingers smoothly through his dark and half Arabian hair. You pressed a quick kiss to his hair and began to massage his scalp again as you drift back to sleep, wanting to enjoy a few more z's while you could with him.

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The sun had thankfully risen higher and was no longer glaring me in the eye the next time you woke up to the feeling of patterns drawn into your stomach. Something had pushed your tank top up to expose a portion of your stomach. You kept your eyes shut as you tried imagining what was being drawn into your skin.

Damian's body had not moved at all since the last time you checked, your hand was twisted between his hair. You slowly began massaging his scalp again, the drawing on your stomach stopped. Damian leaned into the touch of your hand, he deeply sighed, the air tickling your neck as it left his nose, making you burst out in giggles.

"G'morning, beloved." Your boyfriend's voice murmured to you while he began pressing light and gentle kisses to your neck and the underside of your jaw. You hummed happily at the sensation, your cheeks warming up with every touch he gave you.

He reached his hand that he was just using to doodle on your stomach up to your hand in his hair and pulled it out, tightly lacing the two of them together.

You audibly whined as he peeled his body away from you while he held his body up on one arm, happily smiling down at you while he used his fisted hand to hold his head up. Finally able to see you fully, his eyes began to scan over your face as though his was the first time he has ever seen you.

Instead of feeling creeped out by his intense staring at you, you only watched him right back. His dark hair was freely pointing everywhere, having the epitome of bedhead, with the help of you ruffling his hair. His blue green eyes sparkled so much whenever he smiled, which his family thinks he only does once in a purple moon. His face has aged so much since the two of you met as young eleven-year-olds when he insulted how you ate an apple in middle school.

The two of you continued to stare at each other for who knows how long, hours, minutes, days? All you knew is that you were sure your hair was everywhere, all over the bed and a complete mess no doubt. The sheets and blankets you were sleeping with had fallen just above your hips when Damian had moved around to lean next to you. With every second that passed, you felt his thumb sweep across the back of your hand with the constant tempo while his eyes were focused on staring adoringly at down at you.

"Gosh, how I love you." He whispered to you, his morning voice that still hasn't cleared yet sent butterflies erupting in your stomach. Gah you felt like a love-sick teenager.

"Well not as much as I love you." You spoke back with equally hushed voice, smiling up at him with equally adorning eyes.

"Hm, quite the predicament we have here, beloved, because I love you so much more."

"Not possible, words can't describe how much I love you." You began to giggle at how the two of you acted simultaneously like an old married couple of seventy years and like a newly dating teenage couple.

"My, the dilemma." Damian happily chuckled before he moved to lean over you, his lips ghosting over various parts of your face.

A kiss to your forehead. "You are my love and my life, and I love you."

A kiss to your nose. "You are so cute and adorable, and I love you."

A kiss to your eye. "You are beauty and you showed me how to live, and I love you."

A kiss just below your ear. "Your voice is the only thing I want to hear for the rest of my life, and I love you."

A kiss to your cheek. "You are so loved, and I can't tell you how much, but I will die trying, I love you."

A kiss to the corner of your smiling mouth. "You make my heart scream and I love you."

He pulled away grinning down at you, and as much as you tried hiding your own smile, the blush mixed with your huge grin made him love you even more. Your blush only got redder as he threw his leg over to the other side of your body, his knees pressing against your hips, successfully locking you in place; he grabbed hold of your other hand and gently pinned both of them alongside your head, your body was pinned beneath him and you really couldn't fight him.

Damian smiled down at you, his getting larger at the sight of your dark red face and the smile making you E/C eyes shine happily back at him. "So, you just gonna sit there and tease me?"

"Ah, you see, beloved, you get so cute when I tease you."

Quietly whining up at him, you tried pushing up on his hand. "Babe," You drew his name out, sticking your lower lip out in an attempt to pout at him.

"Beloved, you and I both know if I can deny Titus' begging for extra food, I can easily fight that sad excuse of a puppy face you have." You groaned at him rolling your eyes at him before you looked over at the black dog that perked up when he heard his name. "You are so bad at being angry." Your boyfriend chuckled at you."

You may be pinned beneath his well-built frame but that didn't mean you couldn't pretend to ignore him, watching as Titus laid his head back down and went back to sleep. The pads of your thumb began rubbing against the back of his hands while you smiled to yourself as you agreed with him that you physically weren't capable of being mad at anyone.

It was Damian's turn to try begging, even if he fully knew that you weren't mad at him. "Beloved," He nuzzled his face into your neck again and began peppering your soft skin with small kisses. "Beloved Y/N."

His lips and unfairly long and dark lashes continued tickling you while you held your lower lip between your teeth, biting yourself to stop you from bursting into giggles. But Damian knew you well enough to aim for the corner of your jaw just below your ear, your ticklish spot.

You couldn't stop them and finally let yourself start to giggle, Damian pulling away triumphant, his signature Wayne smirk aimed at you. "There's that laugh I love so much."

That laughter didn't stop as you tried pushing your body up one more time against his weight, but falling back against your pillow with a grunt. "Do you want something, beloved?" He coyly grinned down at you, loving how frustrated you were getting at him.

"Why yes Damian I do, I want the man I love to kiss me." You glowered back up at him.

"Anything for the woman I love." He quietly whispered at you before he ducked his head down and gently pressing a kiss between your lips.

Using only his lips, Damian tried as hard as he could to show you how much he loved you. He had one of the best educations in the world, and yet words always seemed to fail him. He was not one to use words, he was a man of actions, making showing you easier than telling you.

You stressed the kiss just as much as he was, this was nowhere near the first kiss between you two and it damn well won't be the last.

When Damian kissed you, every time you lost your mind. There were never those fireworks or sparks everyone talks about, his family often looked at the two of you weird when you say that you don't feel fireworks exploding between the two of you.

But fireworks don't belong in a kiss.

Passion does. Desire does.

With every kiss, you lost your mind, you could barely remember where you were, how to breathe. Everything left you. There were even times when you forgot who you were.

The youngest Wayne slowly let his body relax, his chest meeting your as he gently lowered himself flush against your chest. He released your hand to gently cup your cheek, running his thumb across your cheek bone. A shiver ran through your body at the contact, if anything, that drew the weakness of your body, when you could feel his hand somewhere on your body touching your skin.

Using your own free hand, you ran your fingers up his arm and neck to the base of his neck, where his shorter hair was ticklish to your fingertips. You ran your hand up through his hair, gently using your nails along his scalp.

Damian moaned against your lips, he knew you loved his hands on your body, but you knew he loved when your fingers were in his hair. He pulled his lips apart and let his tongue gingerly run over your slightly chapped lips, trying to separate your own lips.

Before you could give him entrance into your mouth, your body overrode your enjoyment and forced you to pull away, apparently air is more important than kissing someone.

You smiled like an idiot up at him, yes you didn't want to pull back, you honestly loved seeing what you did to him when you kiss. "I love you so much." You whispered one more time before leaning upwards once again and gently pecked his lips before you pressed your hands against his chest to push him off you.

"Beloved."

"Damian, we can't just sit in bed all day. It's Saturday!" You pushed yourself off the bed, Titus romping over to lick at your thigh to love him before your wrist was tugged at and you were fell back onto the plush bed, tumbling into the open and awaiting arms of your boyfriend. "Damian,

"Hush, now I like the idea of having one of our lazy days. We haven't had one in a while." He said, cuddling your curled-up body closer to his chest.

All you have been doing since you woke up was have an almost permanent grin on your face, which only got bigger at this new idea. "Well why didn't you just say so?"

Your boyfriend smiled adoringly down at you and gently kissed the tip of your nose before a whimper pulled you two out of your own love world. Looking over to the side of your bed, you saw the sad looking face of Titus the black doggy staring at the two of you.

"Aw, Titus wants to be loved too." You chuckled at the dog before you clapped your hands together. "Come here buddy! Come on up!"

"Y/N, he's going to lick-" The two of you were pushed over by a muscle filled animal hopped on the both of you, his tongue happily licking at the two of you.

"Aw, Titus, we love you too!" The three of your wrestled around the bed, you and Damian laughing like there was no tomorrow while Titus deeply barked happily to be able to play around with his two masters, the dog accepted you as his best friend ever since you shared part of your dinner with him.

Damian had never smiled so much in his life until he met you. Up until he was ten years old it was just train, train, train, and focus on the mission. He loved taking his mind away from anything to deal with his night time activities, he could almost pretend that he was a normal kid.

Even if it was just he two of you and Titus just spending all day tangled in the covers and sheets of his bed, he wouldn't have his life any other way. 

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Virgil’s Self-Care Day

A/N: Inspired by @sanders-sides-uncorrect-quotes post. This fic is just utter silliness and fluff. No plot in sight.

Summary: "A fluffy fic where Virgil actually loves himself" Otherwise known as "Virgil has regular self-care days and the others join in."

Warnings: Food

Ao3 version - writing masterlist

The day begins with Virgil’s eyes snapping open. A smile spread across his face as he thinks of what day it is, the third Sunday of the month (otherwise known as Virgil’s self-care day.) He flings his covers off, springing from bed with a wide stretching grin. His alarm sounds a minute later and a song from Evanescence, his favorite band, begins blasting through his room. Virgil smirks at his phone.

“Sorry, bud, but your gonna have to be a little faster to beat me. I’m just too good for you.”

Was it weird to talk to his phone? Maybe. Did he care? Absolutely not. 

Virgil takes a quick shower. His skin buzzing with excitement. Jumping out he speeds around his room throwing on his favorite ripped pants, combat boots, and for a change of pace he pulls out his Christmas sweater. The one that was made for him by Patton and Roman. Gosh, did he love those dorks. 

Yes. Today was a great day. The thought came again and again. He just couldn’t get it out of his head. Nor did he want to. For today was his self-care day. A day just for him to spend doing what he loves best and hanging out with the people he cares for more than anything in this world. He studies his face in the mirror. A day like this deserves some extra special eye shadow. Maybe something even a little more.

Shifting through the makeup on the top of his dresser, the varying types of eyeshadow, mascara, highlighters, and lipsticks. For a day like this, a special day, would require some extra special care and attention. A foundation pale enough to make any vampire swoon. A purple lipstick dark enough for even his Gothic soul. And a smokey eye that was well... smoking. Yeah. Virgil was rocking it today.

Stepping back, he surveys his completed work. Brushing his hair to lay just in such a way as to cast shadows over his face, increasing his spooky vibes by ten. No one could deny (not even Roman) that being scary was just plain fun. 

 Speaking of the others, it was time for breakfast. Virgil bounds down the stairs, recipes he had searched for the night before buzzing in his head. This was going to be good. Logan was already in the kitchen making his morning cup of coffee. He looked up in shock at Virgil not only being awake this early, but also being so chipper about it. The thought disappeared as the pieces clicked together in his mind. And of course they would. Logan was just that smart. 

“Self-care day, Virgil?”

“Self-care day.” Virgil smiles in response. “So pancakes? Or eggs and sausages? Maybe cinnamon rolls? Oh, I found a recipe for a quiche! What do you think?”

“As this day is for you and not I, I think it would be best to hold my opinions to myself and support your choice. Even if some of those choices are sorely lacking in nutritional value.”

“Quiche it is.” Virgil can’t help but appreciate Logan’s comment. The others always go the extra mile to make sure that he puts himself first on his self-care day. They truly do care about him.

Virgil begins pulling out all the ingredients from the fridge and cabinets, summoning whatever they don’t have. He mixes the wet ingredients (quiches sure do have a lot of eggs), folds in the veggies and extra goodies, and pours it all into the ready-made crust. Just in time for the oven to beep, letting him know that it was ready to go. Sliding the tray in with ease, Virgil leans back against the counter to appreciate this moment. Breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth in a semi-meditative state.

Patton speaks up from behind him, “Oh, is it your self-care day already?”

Virgil turns to see Patton already beginning to clean up the mess he had made baking. 

“Leave that for me, Pat. I can handle it.”

“Virgil, if you’re baking for us. It’s only fair that I clean up after you.”

“Thanks, Popstar. You’re pretty cool.”

“Am I ice cold?” Patton throws back.

“Colder than Antarctica.” 

“Awww, that’s pretty cold there, Mister. So what’s cooking, or should I say baking?”

Virgil chuckles out. “A quiche.”

“Sounds wonderful. And what are your plans for today?”

 “Oh, I have some ideas. But I think I’ll just let the wind carry me, you know.”

“Something smells great. Whatever is in the oven is fit for a king.” Roman calls as he shuffles down the stairs, still in his crown pajamas. “Oh, Virgil!” He calls seeing the two shuffling around the kitchen. “I am looving that lipstick, I was hoping your self-care day was soon. I have a wonderful idea for what you can do to tick off your ‘spending time outside’ box. That is if you are willing?”

“Depends on whatever the idea actually is, Princey.” 

“Well, picture this. The imagination. Flower fields. I know not spooky enough. But instead of the usual, I take you to see the new Deadly and Poisonous Plants and Flowers Exhibit. Made by yours truly just for you, Mr. Dark and Cheery.”

“Dark and cheery? Geez.” Virgil smirks at the nickname. “Yeah. Sure. I guess it sounds kinda cool.”

“Excellent! Just knock on my door when you’re ready. Now please tell me whatever you are baking is almost done! I swear that smell is making my mouth water.”

“In just a moment.”

And so after a family breakfast, where everyone made sure to compliment the quiche. Virgil had to say, it really was a good recipe. The group separated. Roman and Patton went to get ready. Logan insisted on cleaning up the table, since Pat and Virgil had done everything else. And Virgil sprawled himself across the couch, earbuds in and music on. 

Virgil often called this time his “be like a cat hour.” Where he would lazily stretch out, taking as much space as he needed, and just spend an hour listening to his favorite songs and scrolling through his favorite Tumblr tags. It was a moment of pure bliss. Just an hour, where he could just be with himself and enjoy the moment. But like all things, the hour had to come to an end. And so with a heavy heart, he stretched out one last time, refusing to abandon the calm atmosphere of the moment, and rolled himself off the couch. He landed on the floor with an umpf. Blinking up at the ceiling, his mind slowly coming back online and thought through all of the options for what he could do next. Roman’s offer naturally came to mind. And so not a moment later, Virgil shuffled off to knock on the prince’s star-studded door, star-studded in that it was literally covered in sparkling stars. Virgil even recognized a few from that weirdly echoey mind palace that Roman had created during the Growing Up video.

He knocked once, twice, and before his fist could land a third time. The door swung open to reveal, a panting Roman with windswept hair. His pajamas finally replaced with his prince attire. “Ready, for the best self-care day you will ever experience.”

“I mean a self-care day isn’t really supposed to be a competition-”

“Just, come in. I have so much to show you.” Roman swings the door open, sweeping his arms through the air. “The imagination awaits.”

And so together, Dark and Stormy with Bright and Rosy made their way into the imagination. Walking across rolling hills, past a bustling town and castle, and to a wide expanse of meadows stretching across the west territory. 

“Gardening has become a bit of a hobby of mine. And I get to grow so many nice flowers to gift to you and the others. Did you notice Patton’s flower crown the other day? Forget-me-knots, lily-of-the-valleys, and some daisies. All grown right here. Of course, I knew that wouldn’t interest you. So I was determined to cultivate a field of the strange and mysterious. Right over here.” Roman’s voice is loud and booming. His chest puffed out with obvious pride as he leads the anxious side deeper and deeper into the gardens. Across the twisting and turning paths until they stop at the edge of something right out of an Addams family movie. A knotted and scarred tree takes center stage with ivy growing up the twisted bark. The ground around the specimen is filled with black roses, deadly nightshade, oleander, hemlock, and varying types of thorny bushes.The path through the garden is scorched ground, as if Roman had created it by directing lightning strikes.

“Roman, this is actually pretty cool. How’d did you do this?”

“C’mon Virge, you can create anything with a little creativity.”

Virgil snorts at the cheesy answer. “Right sure. Just show me around.”

“Well, right done here, you will see a dried out fountain. And over there is a small cemetery. Nothing is actually buried there, but I thought you’d appreciate the aesthetic. There’s even a murder of crows that hang out there now.”

“Ah yes, my people, we do love to hang out in cemeteries and caw at the moon.”

“Oh, so you caw at the moon?”

“Do you doubt me?”

“No. no. How could I doubt someone who has shown they love to hiss as a way of communication? In fact, there’s a mini moon that floats above this garden just for you. Why don’t you go and caw at it now.”

“You think you can embarrass me into not cawing at the moon. Oh, Princey, Princey, Princey... You have no idea what you just started. Brethren crows!” Virgil calls to the birds settled amongst the tombstones. “The moon awaits us, let us caw!” And then the dark and stormy side runs off into the cemetery, flapping his arms and literally cawing at the moon. 

Roman looks on, his mouth dropped, as his feeble mind tries to process the true magnificence that is Virgil cawing while the crows are flying around his head joining in his song. Some even land on his outstretched arms as if he were the Crow King and they were his humble subjects.

Virgil finishes his call with a wave of his arms, as the entire murder takes flight. Their bodies covering the mini moon as they fly off into the “night” sky darkening the already overcast garden. And the anxious side turns to his companion, a devilish smirk on his features as he delights in Roman’s flabbergasted expression. 

“What’s wrong, Princey? Is my pure Halloween spirit too much for you?”

The creative side’s face immediately switches to a look of pure mischievousness. “Oh, you asked for it now. I’m going to tell all the sides all about your Halloween spirit.” He announces as he runs back through the garden heading towards the door to the imagination.

Virgil smirk only grows into a full-fledged Cheshire grin. “The hunt is on.” And then he is gone, sprinting after the creative side, his lanky form racing through the gardens, jumping over any obstacles. Barreling after the man who dares to try and best him.

Needless to say, Logan and Patton were both entirely shocked when Roman came rushing into the commons. Breathless and with windswept hair, gasping for words, only to be tackled by a cackling Virgil with murder in his eyes. The two dissolving into giggles as Roman fights to speak. “Logan… Patton… Virgil and… and the crows… and…” 

Virgil manages to pin Roman to the ground, fighting to keep his laughter at a manageable level. He growls at his friend. “You’ve been caught by the Crow King. Prepare to perish!” A black permanent marker appearing in his hand. 

Roman pales at the sight. “Virgil, wait. no. I’m sorry.”

Patton gasps at the sight. “Please, Virgil. He’s too young. He’s just a boy.”

“That doesn’t excuse him of his crimes. I am only doing what is just.”

“My beautiful face!” Roman bemoans as the marker meets skin.

Virgil is cackling.

Patton is clutching his heart.

And Logan… Well, Logan is just rolling his eyes.

“There.” The anxious side stands, releasing Roman from his grasp. “The deed is done.”

“What did he do?” Roman asks, desperately feeling around his face. “What did he write? Quick, a mirror! Someone get me a mirror.”

Patton manifests a mirror, passing it over to the panicking prince. “It’s okay. I’m here for you.”

Roman grips tightly onto the fatherly side’s hand. “Thank you, Patton.” He slowly raises the mirror with his other. Bringing it ever closer to his face to read the words written in bold across his forehead and cheeks ‘The Crow King Was Here.’

“My face. My poor beautiful face.” Roman waxes to the unforgiving world. 

Meanwhile Virgil merely chuckles evilly. “You can’t embarrass me, Roman. I always win. That’s why I’m the king and you’re the prince.”

“Are we done now?” Logan asks with a look as if he and he alone carries the weight of the world.

“I’ll get you for this, emo.”

“Come at me, bro.” Virgil fires back.

Roman launches himself at Virgil, tackling him onto the couch. Virgil hissing in protest as he fights against his oppressors grip. 

“Patton, help me.” Virgil reaches out to the moral side.

Roman flops down on top of Virgil, entrapping him beneath him. “Virgilcallshimselfthecrowkingbecausehecawsatthemoon.” Roman speaks quickly, his words running together.

“Huh?” Patton cocks his head.

“Virgil apparently caws at the moon?” Logan translates with utter confusion.

“I do!” Virgil shouts, his voice muffled as his face his pressed into the couch cushions. He struggles against Roman, lifting his head in defiance. “And I’m proud of it. I am the Crow King! Fear Me!”

“Mission Accomplished.” Roman collapses against the anxious side. “I’ll think I’ll just take a nap now.”

“Noooooo.” Virgil protests from beneath him.

“Oh, you silly kiddos. Do you guys wants some lunch?”

“Yes, please.” They speak in unison.

“Right. Virgil after lunch I was hoping to ask you to join me and Patton in our knitting club again. It was quite…pleasant the last time. And I thought it would check off your ‘do something creative’ box.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” The dark and stormy side speaks from beneath Roman, resigned to his fate as a couch cushion.

Virgil’s self-care days didn’t always contain such chaos. But if Virgil was being truthful it was days like this, where they could all let loose without care or concern, that made him look forward to them with such excitement. And as he laid there, smushed underneath Roman and planning out his knitting project revenge, while Roman chatted on and on about how he should be the one to make dinner and then they could have a movie marathon after, Virgil decided that tickling his way out from under Roman just required too much energy. Instead, he allowed Roman’s flowery language to wash over him, surprisingly at peace with his predicament, as he patiently awaited for Logan and Patton to return with lunch.

awesome people to tag: @stop-it-anxiety @rainboots-are-for-snobs @hexatrash @ollyollyoxinfree

[riceccakes]

Same Boat

hi guys. I wrote this lil one shot based on the song "Same Boat" by Lizzy McAlpine. I totaaaally suggest listening to the song either before you read this or during it. some other notes as well: no bending, i casually threw in that Korra plays basketball, I'd say age wise Asami is 22 and Korra is 21. i think that's everything there will be a sister one shot to this, i guess we can say it like that. the next one will also be based on a song by Lizzy McAlpine and focus on Korra. read it here enjoy :) x

or here on tumblr :)

There weren’t many things Asami wouldn’t do. She was the one to kill the spider, or rather, place it in a cup and take it outside. She was the driver; sure Mako and Bolin knew how to drive, and Korra was getting there, but no matter what, whenever the crew went out, Asami would drive. She was the one to buy the movie tickets, call the restaurant to place a reservation, the one to plan any get together, and she didn’t mind being that one.

“Come on,” Bolin said, waving around his chopsticks as he held a takeaway carton of noodles from Narook’s. “There’s gotta be something you wouldn’t do.”

Asami shook her head with a small smile, “I don’t know, I mean, if I ever got the chance to do something, I’d probably take it.”

“Any chance to do anything?” Bolin questioned, “If you had the chance to see the Northern Lights, right now?”

“I’d take the next flight out,” she said, matter-of-factly. She then looked down at her attire: a pair of shorts and an old tee shirt. “And maybe buy a jacket while I’m at it.”

Bolin looked out the window, the snowfall had settled. “What about the chance to watch the snow fall, for the first time, all over again?”

Asami grinned, “I’d be a kid all over again if I could feel snowfall for the first time.”

“Feel?”

“Are you joking? Snow is magical, you can’t be telling me you don’t feel your breath get taken away when you watch the snow fall. No doubt I’d go back in time to experience it for the first time.”

“So, really, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do?”

It was in the back of her mind, burning her throat. She knew of one thing, one thing she could never do, even if she was given a thousand chances to do so. Korra and Mako were in the living room, playing a game of Connect 4. They finished their dinner first tonight, mostly to prove themself right that they would win a game of Connect 4. Asami and Bolin stayed in the kitchen, picking at whatever was left in the takeaway cartons. Asami could see Korra sitting on the floor, they were using the coffee table to play. Korra had a look of determination on her face, her tongue sticking out slightly. She held her chin in her hand and scanned the plastic token holder as if her life depended on it.

Gosh, she’s adorable.

She could never tell Korra about her feelings. She couldn’t remember the day or what exactly they’d been doing, all Asami could remember is looking over at Korra and feeling her face grow red and her heart become full. If she tried hard enough, she could remember what they were doing in that moment, but Asami knew these feelings had been building up and only until she let herself feel them did everything change. Suddenly, all Asami could think about was Korra: what she was in the mood for to eat, if she’d sit in the passenger seat or in the back with Bolin, if her basketball training went well that day, whether or not she’d sleep over at the boys’ apartment or if she’d need a ride back to the temple where she stayed with Tenzin and his family. At first, she just thought it was since they were best friends. Their relationship had grown so much over the years they knew each other and Asami thought she was just connecting with her friend.

Then she started looking at Korra’s arms and not just when Korra would show off and flex on the boys. She’d look at how sculpted they were, at the few scars she had scattered up and down them, at the freckles that were on her wrists and one on her shoulder. She started associating the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with Korra, though the sweetness was a bit unexpected from the fierce and tough exterior of the girl. But, as Asami got to know her, she realized it wasn’t strange at all, since Korra’s smile warmed every part of her soul. 

Suddenly, anytime the Kyoshi and the Warriors song came on the radio, she’d remember the day her and Korra drove around the city, blasting the song with the top down. She’d remember how loudly Korra screamed each word, Asami could still feel her stomach hurt from laughing so much at her. Korra would cross her mind when she’d turn on the TV to watch Wan, how one time at one in the morning, Korra had fallen asleep on the couch and Asami was using the TV as background noise as she did her work. At first, the girl was a bit confused, rubbing her eyes to look at the TV, but slowly she started saying the words, and once confirming the show, confidently spoke along. When the sequence was over and the show began, Korra looked at Asami and simply said, “Well, I’m gonna go back to sleep. You should sleep too.”

She couldn’t tell Korra, she just couldn’t. Asami accepted her feelings, yes, but she could never act on them. Raava forbid she bring it up and Korra doesn’t feel the same way. Sure, the girls would sometimes lay in bed together, one of them resting their head on the chest of the other as they mindlessly scrolled through their phones. And sure, even if there was all the couch space in the world, Korra would still sit down next to Asami. Sure, Korra would randomly text Asami through the day, sometimes sending a picture of someone’s dog or an incoherent keyboard smash with a few texts after it saying anyways, I just needed to get that out. And say hi to you. So hi :). They were just friends, Asami was convinced.

The question Bolin asked had already crossed Asami’s mind. If she ever grew the courage to let Korra know how safe she makes her feel, if she ever grew the courage to let Korra know how seen she makes her feel, if Korra were the one to ask, she wasn’t sure of what she would say. She had an idea of how it could go, but even in her mind she could barely go through with it. She challenged herself one time, to follow through the daydream, and she got so lost in it she started to tear up. Thankfully, she was alone in her office at the Sato mansion, so no one had to watch Asami get caught up in telling Korra that she never thought she’d experience love as unconditional as Korra’s. 

Thinking about what she would say was one thing, but thinking of how Korra would react was something entirely in itself a challenge. Would the girl reject her, right off the bat, or would there be a moment of silence as she took in all Asami had told her? Would Asami crumble under the suspense and run to the bathroom to bawl her eyes out? Or would Asami take the final step and whisper if Korra felt the same, if Korra wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss Korra?

The thought of it all, of telling Korra her feelings, of waiting for a response, of the aftermath, it terrified her. She had no idea how to navigate it, if she were alone in her stance. She couldn’t lose her home, the one person who made her forget all the stress of the world, the one person who would ground her when she was getting in too far over her head, the one person who would push her to do better because she knew she could be better. That kind of person doesn’t come around very often; maybe she was that person for Korra. There was a small voice, in the very back corner of her mind, that said She could like you but how could she ever know if her and Korra were in the same boat?

[blacktotheblueside]

ONE (Jaewon)

No matter how much I tried Jaewon was never down for my cute couple outfits, he wore the same jacket as me once but ended up changing before we left. He thinks the whole concept of it all is just too weird, like why would 2 fully grown adults have to wear matching outfits to show the fact that they were in a relationship? He didn’t get it at all, just like how he also wasn’t down for pda. Me on the other hand I love it all, not the full identical outfits but maybe the same bag or jewellery or even shoes. I would love to kiss and latch onto Jae whenever I wanted without him slightly moving and telling me ‘babe just wait’ I love him so much that sometimes he does one cute thing and I just wanna kiss him then and there but I know he’d never let that happen, fun police.

I come home from a photo shoot with a gym wear brand to see Jaewon sat on the couch with a gift bag next to him. He looked up at the door and smiled ‘finally you’re home’ he waited till I got close to him and he pulled me to sit on his lap, why can’t he do this in public? I look at him all weird ‘what’s up with you today?’ I ask ‘nothing I just love you’ he grinned. I shake my head, he’s up to something, He’s never this clingy! He picked up the bag and handed it to me ‘I got you a little gift because you’ve been working so hard lately and you still look after me and make sure I’m good no matter what time or day is it!’ Before I get the chance to open it he closes the top, he tells me to take it into the room and wear it tonight and then we’re going out towards Han river there was an event on with musicians and dancers. I clutch the bag and go to stand up he pulls me back down and kisses me then pushes me to stand. ‘Go and please don’t take too long, you don’t need make up’ he shouts as I walk to the bedroom, I scoff, I’m wearing makeup. I shower and make my way into the room to get lotioned up and dressed, with my towel wrapped around me I sit and start applying my makeup forgetting about the gift jae got me. I see through the reflection of the mirror him poking his head through, he looks around and looks at the bag ‘did you not open it yet?’ He looks at me and down at my make up and rolls his eyes accompanied with a groan. ‘Nope but let me do it now I forgot’ I reach over for the bag. He sits on the edge of the bed and watches me open it. I pull out a grey Calvin Klein set.... I’ve got loads of these, not in grey but why is he acting like the gift was diamonds or something. Still I very grateful for the gift it’s just random ‘thanks baby’ I push my wheelie chair towards him and peck his lips he holds me there for a while. I giggle and start finishing up my makeup.

He watches me through the entire process ‘you don’t need all that on your face, you’re so pretty baby girl’ he says looking so confused. I smile at him ‘whats gotten into you today?’ I have to ask again, overwhelmed with all these compliments. He shrugs and I stand up to put on the ck set, he still stares at me as I pull the underwear on under my towel and try to put on the bra without him seeing anything. He’s seen me naked loads of times but today he’s just staring at me so hard I can’t help but feel a little shy. I take the towel off me and start looking for what to wear, I go for a baggy t shirt that is sheer enough to see the bra and boyfriend jeans that hang of my hips so you can still see the ck band. I complete the outfit with white trainers and put my curly Afro in a sleek low ponytail. I turn to see him still looking at me...surprise and I walk up to him. He’s laying back on to the bed and holds my hand saying nothing ‘let’s go then’ I smile he pulls my hand and I fall on top of him, he slides his hands into my jeans but on top of my underwear squeezing my butt and kisses me a few more times. I love this clingy jaewon, he’s never normally like this. ‘Let’s go’ he speaks lowly his lips still on mine.

~~~ Han river

We arrive at Han river and there’s so many people here for the event, loads of street food, lights... it looks beautiful. Jaewon holds my hand tighter and pulls me through the crowd till we’re near the front but more towards the side. He stands behind me and hugs my waist, as the night goes on I get hungry. We’ve already seen people do kpop covers, original dances and songs, I enjoyed the whole thing. I turn around and face jaewon and put my head on his chest ‘what’s wrong baby?’ He asks ‘I’m hungry’ I say into his black bomber jacket my voice all muffled. He giggles ‘let’s go get food’

We decided on sharing a small pizza and now we were going to get ice cream. While we were stood in the line there were people staring at us, was it because they recognised jaewon? Or was it they recognised me? Or was it because I was a black girl with a Korean man? I don’t know but all I cared about was jaewon’s eyes on me. ‘Jae seriously what is up? Do you have something to tell me?’ I catch him staring at me for the 100th time today. He pulls me closer and hugs me ‘now I get why you love all that matching couple shit’ I look at him and pull a confused face ‘like you’re wearing the set I got you and all these guys keep looking at you but you’re mine!’ I smile but I still look at him confused ‘babe that’s not what I meant! We both have to wear matching items not just you buying it for me to wear’ I explain to him. He just smiles at me and pulls his jeans so I can look down them....’erm Jae what are you doing? People are looking!’ I whisper he looks around ‘they can’t see and you better look quick then!’ I look down to see him wearing grey ck boxers. I look up at him and squeal, I hug him tight and peck his cheek ‘are you wearing the bra top too?’ I tease, he nudged me slightly ‘awww I forgot mine at home...damn’ he turns to order our ice cream flavours from them trucks that do the really tall ice cream. I lean on him ‘get one, I won’t be able to finish mine I’m kinda full’

~~~~

Despite me saying I was full I end up eating most of the ice cream and the cone, after a few bites Jae just let me finish it. After I was done he passed me a tissue and helped me wipe my hands, I took the tissue and moved to wipe my mouth he caught my arm and gave me one massive kiss. I was too shocked to even kiss him back! He pulled back ‘you had ice cream on your lips’ he smirked I hit his shoulder and laughed ‘oh my gosh where is Jae? This can’t be!’ I grab his arms ‘what did you do?!’ I asked suspiciously he shrugged ‘I realised I love you way too much to not be kissing you in public, I don’t care who looks at us!’ He interlocks our fingers and we make our way home.

At home he suggests for us to spend our night watching a movie. so I run to our room and take off my clothes leaving on my ck set, he walks in as I’m walking out and slaps my butt. ‘Go pick a movie I’m coming’ I do exactly that.

I hear him come down the stairs ‘do you want a drink?’ I ask not looking at him. ‘I’ll get it, which one do you want?’ He’s already in the kitchen by the time I look up ‘a cup of tea please!’ I lay on the couch and wrap myself in the sheets from our bedroom. He comes in wearing his ck boxers with grey sweats hanging low.... he just looks....GOOD! I stare at him as he passes me my cup, I take it and put it straight down I stand up and reach for his cup putting it down next to my cup. I wrap one arm around his neck and the other on his chin to pull his lips to mine, we start making out, I tried to contain myself but guys picture Jaewon!.... with his messy black hair!....in his eyes wearing ck boxers and wait for it....... GREY SWEATS!!!!! Exactly!

He lays on the couch and I lay on top of him in between his legs. He pulls the cover on both of us and the night ends with us talking over the movie, drinking and little kisses we also took a few tumblr couple inspired pictures.

[panickedforcefield]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE: MUN & MUSE

Fill out & Repost ♥ This meme definitely favors Canons more, but I hope OC's still can make it somehow work with their own lore and Lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multimuses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

Tagged by: @ifthearmorfits , @polyhexianchicken

Tagging: @raysofsinshine @eloquent-music @symphonicdemise @omicrontheicequeen @wild-at-spark @rebel-heart-icy-spark @knockoutsapprentice @kups-war-stories and anyone who wants to it^^

MY MUSE IS.   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless

* is your character popular in the fandom? YES/NO

* is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  WELL… / NO / IDK. (I mean, I really like the Bot)

* is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

* are they underrated?  YES / NO.

* were they relevant to the main story?  YES (Sorta??) / NO. (I am so sad about that. He deserved better)

* were they relevant to the main character?  YES (In a way. He was kind of a turning point) / NO

* are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO. (No idea)

* how’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?

That is quite hard to determine. I try to follow canon up to the point of where Kaon killed him. But the more I play and write him, the more new aspects he gets, the more things he experiences and the more off-canon he gets. But thats Character development.

SELL YOUR MUSE! (aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutual.)

This Truck can carry you anywhere you want to go! Just dont let him run out of fuel and Highgrade, don't abuse him and you have one of the loyalest souls in the Universe on your side. This scared and scarred Bot is build like a brick wall and even has some special abilities. I am not talking about his Magna Clamps, which lets him magnetize himself to different surfaces, I am not talking about his Outlier Ability to generate Forcefields!! I am talking about his empathy! This is one, maybe naive, Bot that can think about others viewpoints and where they come from, he is thinking about what he can do about it. This steady Bot can hold so much fuel, you won't believe it! He even always has some juice packs with him, that he offers others. He is the perfect guy to take with you for any occassions. Not bad looking, not as dumb as others perceive him to be and with a strive to show himself to others!

NOW THE OPPOSITE! (list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)

Even if you think you know him, you don't. He learned that people judge what they see, so he tries to be perfect n their eyes, helpful and polite. Its a mask. He seldomly lets someone get past behind those masks anymore. He is very unsure of himself, very easily guided along with pretty words. But if he likes you and calls you a friend even behind his mask, he would lay down everything for you, which is a nice point for him but an even bigger one against him. He is a drunk, his frame needing way more fuel than other mechs of the same build.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?

To be honest. The first time I saw Teebs in any comic was in the Wrecker-series. And he was just a guy breaking into a situation and smiling that warm smile of his at a friend in need. There was no judgement and no pity there, just a very happy and warm smile. This was the moment I wanted to see more of him. And then I kept on reading. And I was getting more and more desperate to see more about Trailbreaker/Trailcutter. And the more I saw and read up on, the more my heart sank. This was a bot struggling with himself, but smiling for others, being there for others. Someone who wants so depseratly to change and even making true friends along the way after all the shit he had to went through, only to be cut down way before his time, way before anyone could breach all of his walls. And I was crying for him. My heart broken. He deserved so much more, I kept thinking.

It took maybe a few days and a few talks with a friend before I found the courage to really do it, to RP him.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION

The Teebs in itself is keeping my attention. The many different layers his char gets the more i play him. And the different people I interact with. Gosh, people. I couldn't do it without you. I love the reactions, I love all the little snippets, I love rereading threads or just mentions. It keeps me going and it keeps my love up. Its awesome.

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO.

* do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO.

* do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.  

* do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES (Very very much so.) / NO.

* are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. (I dont know. I wish I could say yes, but I think im making to many mistakes. But I try to get better.)

* are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. (Most of the time)

* are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. (No comment)

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?

If it's constructive. Constructive Criticism is all well and can only get me to better my writing or to face things I didnt think about before. If its just flames, I delete it right away. Really, just comming in to tell me they hate my portrayal is nothing you do. Flames are used to roast my marshmallows, enough said.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?  

YES!!! Yes, I love those! I can't get enough of those, because really, you can only wrap your brain around issues and questions and HC for so long before you get stuck. Those questions keep my brain and imagination in the loop and I have so much fun to think about those, to come up with reasonings.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  

Eh, I mean. Normally people tell me why they think different. There can be quite some good discussions stemming from that, but mostly, we are humans with different ways of life and different experiences. So naturally we will see some things differently. My Muse is following my own way though, so it all makes sense to me and fits the puzzle in my head.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?

I would ask myself why they would read what I wrirte then. They can just unfollow me if they hate what I do. You can't cater to every whim. You can't play nice with everyone. But really, if you hate my Muse, why coming back to my Blog then? You have your own opinion and thats all great. So, it really doesnt face me to be honest. As long as it doesnt blow up to hate against me or all people liking what I do.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?  

I hope so, but I know or imagine that I am not. I have my problems, my work and time zones to work through. But I dont want to let those get in the way of nice interactions. I am a scatterbrain, I sometimes forget threads. Its not because I dont want to continue, but because my RL is getting really stressy or something is eating my brain capacity. I love my time on tumblr and try to be open minded and nice to everyone. I hope that gets across^^ So, all in all, I want to be an easygoing Mun. And I love others getting in contact with me about everything.

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Hoping for more good days (foreign female reader x park jimin soulmate AU)

So I decided to make this multiple parts because when I sat down and was writing this I realized it was getting quite long for one tumblr post so this will be my first multi chapter fic. I hope ya'll enjoy the first little intro part 💜

“Y/n come on let’s go we’re going to be late!” Today was finally the day you were waiting for. You and your friend had been saving up for a year to finally have enough money to go to South Korea. And the best part? You were finally going to meet the boys that you had been following since their debut, BTS. Admittedly your friend didn’t really understand why you loved them so much but here she was, getting ready to fly across the world with you just so you didn’t have to go alone. She might not understand it, but seeing how happy they have made you has been making her so excited to fly with you to meet your idols. She truly is the best friend you could ever hope for.

Sometimes even you didn’t feel understand what made you so hooked on BTS from the start. You just were instantly drawn to the group. Their choreography and attitude appealing greatly to your younger self in your rebellious years. Seeing the hardships they went through and how much stronger they came out because of it inspired you. They were some of the most humble and hardworking people you had ever seen. You watched them grow up through their music as you grew along with them. People came and went from your life over the past 6 years but BTS was always a constant presence at your side. Words sung beautifully with promises that everything will be okay, just count 2, 3 and forget and hope for better days. Their lyrics providing you comfort during your darkest moments, their bright and funny personalities making you laugh when no one else could. One member in particular you always felt connected to and you never fully understood why.

Park Jimin. The moment you saw him step off that bus in No More Dream you knew you were in trouble. His innocent face, adorable smile and sweet voice instantly had you smitten. His duality gave your brain whiplash. Even to this day you still don’t understand how such an adorable angel can turn into a sensual demon in two seconds flat. Over the course of following his career you’ve seen how caring he is. He has so much love in his heart for others and it just made you like him even more. His soft voice always calmed you down when you were anxious and just made you feel at peace.

Watching him go through is struggles with his body image absolutely broke your heart. You wished you could reach out to him, tell him not to be so harsh on himself and that there are millions of people around the world who loved him but you couldn’t. You literally felt like your soul was aching for him. The struggle of being an international fan frustrated you to no end. All you wanted to do was just thank him and all of the members for helping you through hard times and providing so much comfort through their music. You never thought you’d have the opportunity to do so, already resigning yourself to a life of supporting and cheering them on from afar.

When your best friend announced she had bought you tickets to a fan sign to go to during your trip to South Korea you thought she was joking. “Yeah not a funny joke y/f/n,” you don’t know why she insisted on messing with you but it didn’t amuse you in the slightest. Until she held up the ticket. You screamed and literally tackled her onto the ground sobbing into her shirt. "Hey! Y/n take it easy!" She gently pried your arms off of her as she sat up. You clambered off of her and sat to the side still quietly sniffing and wiping your eyes. "Sorry. I got a little carried away. But seriously this is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me thank you so much y/f/n. I feel like nothing I ever do is going to be able to repay you for this." She smiles at you fondly and shoves you away playfully. "Seeing your reaction was payment enough. And you’re my best friend there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, ya know?"

That was a few days ago and you had been gushing about how excited you were since then. Now that it was actually time to get on the plane to fly to Seoul your anxiety and excitement was through the roof. Your friend drove you to the airport, feeling too jittery to drive. You both made it through security fairly quickly and were now sat on the plane waiting for it to take off. Your friend pulled you towards her and snapped a photo of the two of you and posted it to Twitter tagging BTS official account with the hashtag for the fan meeting. She even wrote a little caption that read “Going to SK so y/n can meet her boyfriend!” When you saw what she posted you shrieked. “Delete that right now!” “No way. Besides you look cute it's a good photo”.

You were watching some of their music videos on the phone and your friend just had to point out that every time Jimin came on screen you blushed as red as a tomato. Once your plane was in the air you laid your head on her shoulder ready to sleep for a few hours. "Just think. In one more day you'll finally be meeting your idols. Are you excited?" "Way too excited. Gosh I hope I don't make a fool out of myself. If Jimin even looks at me I'm going to cry". You can feel her laughing. "Wouldn't that be something if he turns out to be your soulmate?" Your eyes snapped open at that. "Don't even joke like that. Even the thought of talking to him makes me want to puke. I'd go into cardiac arrest if Park Jimin turns out to be my soulmate", your friend starts laughing louder. "Maybe that's why you feel so drawn to him. Your soul is literally calling out to him!" She swoon as you shove her away from you and laugh. The last thought you have before you drift off to sleep is yeah wouldn't that be something? Too bad there's zero chance of that happening.

On the other side of the world Jimin was laying on the couch, scrolling through Twitter looking at posts army had made talking about the fan meeting. When he came across your friends post he read her comment with your responses underneath.

Delete this before I delete you.

No way y/n I'm never deleting this.. And like I said you look cute! I'm sure if Jimin sees this he'll think the same! I'm just playing the role of match maker now say thank you!

I'm serious y/f/n don't think just because we're on a plane right now I won't whoop your ass.

Love you too 💜😂

He couldn't help but laugh at your responses. Cute. He thought to himself. He found himself anticipating the fan meeting even more now, not fully understanding why he felt connected to you already. This should be interesting.

[novantinuum]

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 6.7K~

Summary: In another world, he doesn’t have his mother’s sword or shield to hide behind when Bismuth lands her strike. The bubble pops.

Steven falls apart.

Chapter summary: In which Steven can’t sleep.

First | Last chapter

While I’m cross posting all of these to tumblr, I’d love to have your support over on AO3 too! Plus, it’s easier to subscribe there. A win-win, I’d say.

Chapter 6: Unfamiliar

He doesn’t dare peep at his alarm clock.

Its digital readout glows a soft green in the dark, temping him same as any edible Cookie Cat would, but to no success. He doesn’t sneak a peep because the moment he sees the time, that time becomes real. No longer will he be able to pretend that he’s been staring at the ceiling beams for only a few minutes, or that he’s still got plenty of hours left until morning. Instead he’ll finally have to come to terms with the fact that he’s not getting any sleep tonight. His dad gives a soft snore, laying in a tangle of covers next to him. He’s a known and certified blanket stealer. Not that he minds— he’s cozy enough in his pajamas, and he actually enjoys the rush of cool air over his toes. Unfortunately, that’s the extent of his peace on this particular sleepless night.

He’s long since lost count of how many times he’s tossed and turned, desperately longing for that one perfect position that’ll be the answer to all his problems. The optimum balance of breeze and toastiness! The ideal degree of springy cushioning! But just like a fake identity, the difficult truth is that the answer he seeks doesn’t truly exist. It’s a fabrication. A sham. And try as he will, no amount of misplaced belief will ever change that reality. Elsewhere within the oppressive silence, (or rather what would’ve been silence), every single creak and moan of the house’s foundation is amplified like an electric guitar through an amp. He’s expecting it by now— expecting the dull tick of the wood boards as they warp with the slow change in temperature, expecting his dad’s even snores from beside him— but his nerves are so shot from all the chaos of the evening that he can’t help but seize up with each new noise. It’s just... all too much.

Laying on his mattress as flat as a plank, Steven crinkles his nose with annoyance. He’s not usually the Universe who has trouble falling asleep. That’s Dad’s turf— once he finally gets to dreaming he doesn’t wake even if someone shoves an entire meat lover’s pizza in front of his nose, but arriving there in the first place? That’s an ordeal on its own.

Gosh, he’s so, so tired. A dull ache throbs behind his eyes. In his chest his heart thrums staccato at an identical rhythm, never fully settling down to a resting pulse. It’s been like that ever since Bismuth’s forge, ever since… all the unpleasantness. Distantly he bets that’s because this fully organic body is still trying to compensate for the loss of his gem. He was born with it, after all. That’s like adjusting to everyday life after losing an entire limb. It doesn’t just happen in a day.

He shuffles onto his side once more, his back facing his slumbering dad, and glances longingly at the deep cut pink gemstone that rests on the kitchen counter, swaddled in the folds of a bath towel. Little to his surprise, it’s still as inert as ever. Is… is that it? he wonders. Steven Universe, former Crystal Gem, forever benched from the team because my gem’s now a glorified paperweight??

And if it… he… does reform, what then? Can they re-fuse? Are there two Stevens forever? Is he sure that the diamond will actually reform as him, and not as his… not as Rose/Pink Diamond? Will Pearl ever be able to explain why Rose/Pink faked her identity and then lied about it to her own friends for thousands of years? Was his… was Rose Quartz even a good person? Was Amethyst right, did she just create him so she could— questions, questions, questions! Geeze, no wonder he can’t fall asleep. There’s far too much stuff bungling around his head!

Steven crawls out of bed, no longer willing to tolerate the impossible notion of trying to rest. If he can’t sleep, then he might as well sit on the shore to get some fresh air. His feet meet the floor with renewed purpose, and without further ado he begins to gather a few items. First, he swipes his phone off the nightstand and slips it in the pocket of his pajama bottoms. After skillfully avoiding the squeaky step on his way to the ground floor to keep from disrupting Dad’s well-deserved slumber, he crosses to the counter. His gemstone glints in the moonlight shining through the upper window. He purses his lips, deliberating… and then carefully scoops it up in his hands.

“You’re coming with me, little guy,” he whispers to the inanimate Gem, hugging it to his chest. “Who knows, maybe some ocean time will do you some good too!”

Ignoring the fact that he’s basically talking to himself (at least, he thinks he is?), he turns on a dime and prepares to leave. At the door, he slips on the spare pair of flip flops he always leaves by the seat under the window, and then tiptoes outside.

The fresh, crisp breeze dances through his dark curls. He leans against the patio’s railing, lips curving midway into a smile. One of the arms of the Milky Way is visible tonight, dotting the sky with billions upon billions of twinkling stars. Beach City produces minimal light pollution, so thankfully he’s always had a stunning view on their side of the hill. Any other night he’d be delighted to stargaze the night away, wistfully dreaming of stellar horizons far beyond their reach, but his heart’s not into it right now. Insidiously, the gemstone he holds seems to grow heavier as time ticks onward. Against his better wishes his thoughts shift at the reminder. The rest of the Gems never like talking about it, so he can’t pinpoint its location to any degree of accuracy, but somewhere light years beyond this galaxy of theirs sits the Gem Homeworld. Pink Diamond’s origin. This gem’s origin.

And that’s a bizarre thought. Before today he’s always been under the impression that his— his mom was made on Earth, just one of hundreds of Rose Quartz soldiers. Alien, but not wholly extraterrestrial. Now, however...

He stubbornly shakes his head, clearing his mind. Nope, now’s not the time to think about all that. He plods down the stairs to the sand on automatic, the heels of his sandals clapping rhythmically against his feet with each step. Ah, there’s nothing better than the soft squish of sand under flip flops to brighten one’s mood! His eyes briefly flutter shut as he crosses the beach, breathing deep to let that cool, salty air fill his lungs.

Eventually Steven seats himself a fair distance from the cliff, smack dab in the middle of the shore. His flip flops are quickly discarded. Under the stars’ faithful glow he erects a raised mound, and carefully nestles the diamond atop it. With a long, heavy sigh, he flops onto his back. As he does so, the sudden shift in weight distribution paired with the light breeze causes a fine mist of sand to waft into his face. He sputters and spits.

“Euuugh, no, that got in my mouth!” he complains to no one in particular, and shoots upright. He sticks out his tongue and wildly scrubs the remaining grit off. When he’s satisfied he’s no longer swallowing bits of powdered rock his tense shoulders relax.

His glance moves to his gem, still as dull and lifeless as ever.

Another sigh.

“Okay, this is sad.”

The pink diamond glints in the moonlight. He chooses to believe it’s a wink.

“Maybe I can... watch some post midnight TubeTube?” he asks out loud, and pauses.

Besides the constant ebb and flow of the ocean, the beach is unwaveringly silent. He frowns.

“Yeah, that sounds like an excellent idea, Steven!” he chimes in a muffled character voice, and hugs his knees to his chest. “Sheesh, maybe I should’ve just stayed in bed and kept staring at the ceiling after all.”

He shakes his head. No, no… less brood, more Tube. It’s pocket time. He plunges his hand deep in the pocket of his pajamas, in search of his phone. Thankfully it’s not a boundary-less magical dimension like Lion’s mane, he thinks with a laugh, otherwise he’d be in trouble. Then it would really be a ‘pocket dimension!’

He pulls out the phone and switches it on with a flick of his finger. He can’t help but crack a smile upon seeing the lock screen, an older selfie of Connie and him that they took up at the sky arena after practice one day, but that definitely isn’t the headline. His eyes snap wide open as he notices the battery indicator at the top right corner.

“What??” he cries in clear betrayal. “Nine percent?? Aw, dagnabit!”

The sad thing is that this kind of electronic tragedy is not a rare occurrence, not at all. He can’t even count the number of times it’s happened on two hands. Oh, why must he always forget to charge his phone at night? Still, this means that TubeTube is out. Watching videos will drain his battery to zero faster than Amethyst can shovel down an entire gallon of engine oil.

His shoulders slump as he shoves his phone back in his pocket. Mind wandering, he plows his fingers through the sand, gouging deep lines in the damp shore until his knuckles go white.

“And then, what? She creates you just so she doesn’t have to deal with the fact she’s a liar?”

He almost feels nauseous. Almost…

(The way his pink double— the fully Gem part of him, the part the gemstone Mom left behind projects— looks at the world when not trapped within emotionless monotony, pale irises burning with an anger he didn’t know he was capable of…)

“You knew, you knew Rose was Pink Diamond, this whole time!”

(Other Steven screams no, solid stone fragmenting under his feet. The others quiver as they struggle to remain upright, even Bismuth, a self made Gem warrior. Even Garnet, the most unshakable person he knows.)

But the portrait of Mom that hangs on the wall of his room, its gentle strokes accentuating the rosiness of her cheeks, the softness of her hair… the tape she left behind, spinning loving encouragements recorded specially for him...

“Maybe she just wanted to be Rose Quartz. Is that so bad?”

“Depends on what her motives were,” Garnet replies matter-of-factly, adjusting her opaque glasses.

(The solid weight of the gemstone in his hand as he delicately submerges it under the fountain’s pool, familiar and alien all at once… It’s part of him, right? Has been for all his life. And yet…)

“-and Pink D’s like, the bad guy, Steven!”

(For once, Dad becomes his rock amidst the stress of all this Gem business. Steven clutches at his arm, desperately trying to let his dad’s warmth and comfort and perspective soothe his worries.)

“-despite everything else she probably lied about, her love and respect for all of you was not a sham.”

He buries his face in his arms, shivering in the throes of the nighttime breeze as its intensity ever so slightly picks up. His teeth chatter, and he shrinks even smaller in defense against the sudden burst of coastal wind. Even his long sleeve pajamas don’t provide much comfort. And because of this, no matter what he tries his mind can’t stop looping back to the deadening sense of cold he felt radiating through his very core when he split apart from his gemstone… how disoriented it left him, unable to focus or even walk for the first few minutes. The scariest part is by far the gap in his memories, from the second that unbearable pain shot through his nerves to the moment he opened his eyes to find himself held aloft in Bismuth’s grasp.

He literally blacked out, in the mercy of someone who hurt him. He was helpless and alone, and in way over his head. This was like the incident with Jasper and the hand ship all over again. He— his bottom lip quivers as he pulls his legs tighter to his chest— he could have died. And now, because he’s separated from his gem, entirely human, no powers at all, he may never get to go on a serious Gem mission ever again. But what bothers him even more than that is...

He peeks out from between his arms, tired, glossy eyes drinking in the sight of that glittering pink gem in the sand.

Pink Diamond. Rose Quartz...

Why does there have to be so many contradictions about who Mom was? Why can’t he just know?

Not a sham, one source claims.

She’s a liar! says another.

His heart doesn’t know what to believe anymore.

Steven huffs in frustration, and he crawls on hands and knees to the shallow mound he rest the gem upon. He picks it up, his fingers splaying wide to securely support its full diameter. With a sharp cry of lingering discomfort at the sudden physical exertion, he pushes himself to his feet. The ocean calls him closer, the predictable rhythm of its tides so mesmerizing. Step by step, he emerges from under the temple’s shadow into the full light of the moon.

“Why’d you have to be so secretive about everything, huh?” he asks pointedly, staring daggers at the gem. In the diamond’s mirror-like surface, his hurt scowl is reflected right back at him. “Why’d you have to lie to all your friends? And why did you dump me with all this?”

Not that he expects anything else by this point, but the gemstone remains silent in the wake of his questioning. Funny that, huh. It’s rather reminiscent of some other Gems in his life. He catches a glimpse of the temple statue in the corner of his eye, the face of the fusion carved into the cliffside gazing out at sea impassively in all her monolithic glory. Unchanging in her manner, no matter the centuries long gone.

(Thick ringlets, prominently carved into the cliff face in a way he can’t ignore, not for anything.)

He exhales heavily.

“I just…. wanna know the truth, for once in my life,” he says. “The whole truth, y’know?”

Steven lowers his gaze to the diamond in his hold as he contemplates this desire, and accompanied only by the gentle lull of the ocean, begins to sing a slow melody.

“I thought I knew, I thought I saw… All the writing that you left me on the wall...”

He takes a breath. Mind overrunning with conflicting ideas and secrets and fourteen year old promises labeled ‘for Steven,’ he turns to face the water, planting his bare feet solid in the damp sand.

“Through the gem you left behind, And taped encouragements to find... Your portrait hanging like a lighthouse on the shore. And all what for?

“What do I trust? What should I say? Don’t think I know you well enough to feel betrayed…”

In his hands, he flips the inert gemstone so its five sided facet faces up, obscuring the point below. His brow creases.

“About the gem you turned to hide, And how easily you lied… But after all of this…

“Why does the thought of living up to you make me feel small?” he asks, his singing voice cracking on the last note. Five fingers grip his pajama shirt tight where normally they’d wrap around the familiar edges of his gem. “When now I’m not sure you’re worth living up to after all…”

Far above, a constellation he can’t quite remember the name of twinkles at him.

“It’s so… unfamiliar.”

Echoes of recent memory pool around him like mirrors into his past as he drinks in the sight of the night sky. Bismuth’s presentation of the breaking point, their resulting moral disagreement, his mom’s sword lying across the room during the most heated moment of their fight… (If it lay in his reach, could he have done it? Is he even capable of poofing a non-corrupted Gem in self defense?) The memories swirl around him faster now, the breeze picking up. His pink tinted double standing parallel, nothing but his own intuition giving answer as to what the hard-light figure represents. The silent shock drawn across Amethyst’s features at seeing him hurt, wordless but still so tangible and raw. The terror they all felt as his glitching gem self’s scream sent cracks spider webbing through solid rock. Garnet’s instability, the horror of the truth nearly wrenching her apart. Pearl’s hand involuntarily clamping over her mouth. Bismuth’s exile. His dad clutching him to his chest fiercely tight as he drifted to sleep...

The collective weight of the past finally grows too big for him to carry. Brimming with exhaustion, he falls to his knees.

“I wish I knew how to fix this,” he says with a lump in his throat, the lull of the ocean soaking up his hoarse whispers. His thumb glides across the pentagonal facet, right across the length where the crack had been. “I wish Bismuth and I could’ve just talked, that none of this happened in the first place. I- I wish…”

Prolonged exhaustion wringing the strength from his body, he lists forward, pressing his forehead against the diamond’s cool, glassy surface. His eyelids flutter shut. Otherwise unhindered, fresh tears slip from the corners and dampen his cheeks. Steven’s breath shakes as he folds in on himself even more, elbows propped on his thighs.

The wind and waves soak up his cries like an acoustic sponge. And so with no witness, and no awareness of the passage of time, he lets slip the full depth of his jumbled emotions, tears eventually mixing with the messy snot running from his nose. In a comforting way, it’s strangely cathartic. All those unspoken stressors weighing down on him— his status as a Crystal Gem, his mom’s questionable morality, the unshakable memory of his near-death experience— begin to fade into the background as he cries. Things of course won’t instantly become better, but… he still has his friends and family to help him through this, right? Garnet, Amethyst and Pearl, Dad, Connie… Peridot and Lapis… Sadie, Lars… Kiki, Jenny, Buck, and Sour Cream… maybe Onion? He bites back a half hearted laugh upon recalling the surreal evening he spent playing with Vidalia’s youngest a few months back. Okay, so maybe Onion isn't exactly as great a source of support as the others, but the point still stands.

No matter how isolated and lost he feels, he’s far from alone.

Abruptly, a gentle chime interrupts his train of thought. In seconds flat light erupts into his world, soft and pink, so vivid in its glow that it’s visible even between his interwoven eyelashes, sparking a kaleidoscope of color on the backs of his eyelids. He gasps. Eyes opening wide as day, he jolts upright.

The diamond in his hands pulses with life, its glassy surface thrumming under his fingertips. Acting on its own volition, it then lifts out of his grip. For a split second a surge of panic grips him. He claws at thin air, desperately trying to reclaim what’s his, but then… It’s okay. He’s okay. He’s seen this, he knows this. Reformation. Steven slumps back in the sand, neck craning to catch a glimpse as his gemstone rises straight up, stretching ever closer to the stars it came from. Perhaps a testament to the raw power contained within, the same breeze that tousles his hair is unable to lay a finger on it.

Transfixed, he watches with mouth agape as the gem pulses a pure white. Radiating outwards from the diamond, a series of forms— one he doesn’t recognize, and two he does— take shape out of light in quick sequence. The first is shockingly tall, at least fifteen feet, and has poofy hair, the gem oriented on its side at her navel. Pink Diamond? he wonders, hating how the thought of that name makes his guts twist and churn with uneasiness. Unfortunately he doesn’t have time to commit her shape to memory. In a flash the diamond rotates, baring its pentagonal facets. At the same time the shifting hard light form collapses in on itself, flaring outwards once more in the unmistakable shape of his mother. His heart hammers in his chest at the sight of her. But then once more, the light collapses back into the gemstone, and weaves back together into a far more compact form... A form he’s intimately familiar with.

With another resonant chime his hard light self bursts into colorful actuality, reformed once more. He’s wearing the same pajamas he himself is currently, except tinted in shades of pink like his skin and hair. The Gem stretches his arms out and allows himself to effortlessly drift downwards, his bare toes making first contact.

Steven’s mouth is still wide open. Suddenly feeling a bit self conscious in the presence of a being who’s so cool and adept he makes floating look like child’s play, (even if technically, that being is supposed to be him), he wipes the streaks of his tears from his cheeks.

“Um… hello,” he says with a small wave.

The other Steven merely acknowledges him with a nod, the motion so subtle that if he wasn’t watching him with such laser focused intent he probably would have missed it altogether. He chuckles nervously, running a stray hand through the dark curls at the nape of his neck.

“So you’re really another version of me then, huh?”

The full Gem doesn’t respond this time. Instead his attention is drawn elsewhere, as he drinks in his surroundings with an empty, impartial gaze. He’s clearly alert and conscious, but there’s no clear sign of emotion in his full pink irises. (His pupils, he notes with alarm, are diamonds.) There’s no point in lying, it’s pretty creepy. Bemused and unsure as to what to do next, Steven presses his mouth taut and sighs, the passing air vibrating his lips. It sounds just like a motorboat engine, and in any other scenario that comparison would make him laugh.

“Hey, I- if you were a sandwich,” he begins lamely, at this point desperate to incite any kind of response from him, “I guess you might say you’re… all Gem, hold the human?”

He throws his arms up in a grandiose shrug, beaming so wide that his cheeks hurt. Once more, other Steven doesn’t utter a word. He doesn’t blink either, which is unnerving in and of itself, but nevertheless he can’t help but feel like he’s being silently judged by this being. His smile recedes.

“Wow, tough crowd,” he mutters under his breath, sweat beading at his brow. “I know it’s not my best joke, but gee, you’d think a hard light projection of me would be a bit more talkative…”

Not sure what else to say for the moment, he shies away from the Gem. Instead, he focuses back on the ocean, on the tides steadily lapping at the shoreline a few feet from where he stands. Steven frowns pensively as he contemplates his current situation, hand balled at his chin. At this point he’s not sure what he expected to happen when he nicked his gemstone to go on a little outdoor adventure, but it certainly wasn’t this. Then again, he’s sure there’s a excusable reason Other Steven is acting all silent and emotionless. Maybe it’s just that… he’s still shell-shocked from almost being shattered. Geeze, that had to have been terrifying!

After a moment of consideration, he decides to approach him in a different way.

“I’m sorry you got cracked. That looked like it really hurt.”

Silence. He feels kinda itchy pinned under his double’s unyielding gaze.

“I mean,” he says with a weak laugh, “that sucked for me, and I didn’t even have my gem at the time.”

At this the Gem’s features shift ever so slightly into an expression suggesting concern. His brow lifts, and his diamond pupils dilate.

This time Steven returns his stare, squinting at him with unveiled curiosity.

“You are able to talk… right?”

“Yes,” he finally replies, as if this is supposed to be obvious fact.

(He has to admit, the sound of his own voice coming from another source in cold monotone kinda gives him the heebie jeebies.)

“Okay, so why—“

“There was no need to.”

He’s about to open his mouth to respond, pointer finger held aloft, when the words building in his mind dissipate like the morning fog that always hugs the docks. How does anyone respond to that? This whole situation— talking to his own Gem— is so strange and surreal that he wishes he wasn’t alone for it. He wishes another of the Gems was here with him, or Connie. At least then it wouldn’t be so awkward.

At the thought of his best friend he gasps, and slams his palms against his cheeks. “Wait! Oh my gosh, I have to take a picture for Connie! It’s not everyday there’s two of me!”

The Gem watches with mild bemusement from the sidelines as Steven whisks out his phone. Running on nothing but a surge of sheer enthusiastic impulse, he swipes to unlock and opens up the camera, poking the tip of his tongue through his lips all the while.

“Okay,” he says, holding the phone at arm’s length in front of the two of them. “Switching to selfie, and… cheese!”

The camera flashes. Eagerly, he taps the screen to look at the photo. In it, he stands grinning like a loon in the foreground, breeze blowing his hair every which way. Behind him, his pink counterpart squints at the burst of light, mouth slightly ajar in blank confusion. It’s by no means a flattering image. All the same, he hums in satisfaction, and decides to use his last few drops of battery life to shoot Connie a quick text.

“By the way,” he dictates as his fingers fly across the phone’s digital keyboard. “Accidentally… got separated… from gem… I’m mostly okay, I think… but now there’s two of me. Say hi to—“ He glances up at the other Steven, who’s watching him with faint intrigue. “Uh… Hey, I just realized I never asked what you wanna be called? I’m sorry, that’s so rude of me!”

The Gem pauses for a moment before responding. “I don’t have any name but ours.”

“O- oh. Well, that’s okay, I’ll just call you that. So gimme the deets, my good twin Steven... “

“I am not a twin.”

“Uh, Other Steven?”

“We are not separate people. I’m a half of a whole, just like you.”

He purses his lips. “Pink Steven,” he suggests, gesturing towards him with his phone in hand.

The hard light version of himself nods in agreement, a stiff solitary action. “That is acceptable.”

He peers close at him for a second, bemused. The Gem doesn’t even noticeably breathe.

“Pink Steven it is, I guess,” he shrugs, and finishes typing his message to Connie. “And, send!”

The text pops up on the screen in a blue bubble, attached alongside the selfie of the two of them. Quickly, he scans back over the message, realizing far too late that he probably should have done that before slamming his thumb on the big red button. His eyes narrow as he reads:

btw accidentally got separated from gem, mostly okay i think , but now theres two me’s say hi to pink steven! ill call later, some kinda scary stuff happened but gems and i are fine so pls dont worry too much

“Really, Steven?” he says, exasperation framing his features. “Don’t worry too much? Of course she’s gonna worry!” Voice cracking amidst his melodrama, he captures loose fistfuls of hair from either side of his head, phone still clutched in one hand. “Noooo, why did I write that?”

Steven groans, promptly dropping to his knees, and flops over into the sand like a mannequin with its strings cut. He lays there for a while, absentmindedly nibbling at the inside of his cheek just like he’s chewing over his thoughts. And hoo boy, there sure is a lot to unpack here. Mainly, he spends this time switching between scoffing at his own lack of tact, questioning why his Gem self has to be so darn enigmatic, and dreaming of a better world where his family isn’t crumbling under the weight of a long-kept secret and everything actually makes sense. But in the end he knows there’s no good to be found from silently wallowing about all of this. Instead, he thinks of Garnet, and everything he admires about her. About how despite her ability to trace the paths of potential futures, even she can’t predict every twist and turn of life. Even Garnet is no stranger to the fear of the unknown. The only difference is, she never lets that hinder her. Instead she channels all the the jitters and uncertainty of that fear into something else entirely, lets it empower her to confidently rise to solve the issue at hand.

And sure, he may not be the best leader or fighter or strategist like the rest of the Crystal Gems, but if there’s one thing he’s good at it’s asking questions.

“What you said earlier about… being half of a whole,” he says to his counterpart, sitting up. “What did you mean?”

“You already figured that out,” Pink Steven responds in cryptic monotone.

“Really? I- I did?”

“You already know that I am a hard-light personification of our gem half. I exist in this form because it’s who we are.”

The Gem extends his hand expectantly, as if waiting for him to respond in some specific way. His diamond pupils focus on Steven with an almost pleading intensity.

His brow furrows. He suddenly wishes he could read minds. “What are you—“

What does he want, a high five, a secret handshake, a—

“We’re not supposed to be apart like this.”

His eyes widen, suddenly understanding the invitation the Gem’s giving him. “Oh, you want to fuse? But I’m human, I’m not—“ At his sides, his knuckles tighten— “I can’t do that anymore.”

“Not human,” he reminds him with a shake of his head, more feeling present within his voice than he’s heard since his Gem self screamed at Bismuth. “Half human.”

“And you want to fuse with me?”

“Don’t you?”

“Well yeah, of course! But it’s just…” Steven folds his hands together, fingers loosely interlocking. “Doesn’t that make you weaker?”

“I think it makes us stronger.”

This gives him pause. He’s not sure he agrees, or understands why, but regardless he can’t deny the rush of peace it brings him to know that this other half truly wants to be a part of him. Of them, together.

“Okay, I’m in,” he declares decisively, mind set. “I’ll try to fuse with you. But can I maybe ask about a few Gem things, first?”

“I only know what you know.”

“But you’re still another perspective! Looking at stuff from another angle can be really helpful sometimes. It’s just…” Steven trails off, wrapping his arms around himself protectively as if fearing injury from asking this very question. “It’s about my mom. Is she… still in there, somewhere?”

Pink Steven’s frown deepens, ever so slightly. Even if he’s not super emotive, it’s become clear to him that his counterpart still feels things. He just doesn’t express his emotions to the same degree. (Or at least, that’s his theory.)

“She’s gone,” he whispers.

“But you’re sure she’s really—“

“GONE!”

“Okay, okay!” he says, holding his hands up. “Touchy subject, I get it. But please don’t wake up the whole town. Or our dad. Sleep’s super important for us human beings.”

“You’re not asleep,” he responds, deadpan.

“That’s— that’s different! I can’t fall asleep in the first place, coz’... well, because of this,” he admits, and gestures awkwardly between them.

He sighs, and shuffles his feet in the sand. There’s still so much he’s aching to ask— how did we even split so abruptly? Does this mean we’re technically a fusion? How come it took me twelve whole years to summon my shield for the first time, what’s up with that? What Crying Breakfast Friends character do you identify the most as, Sniffling Croissant like me, or are our opinions different on things? Like, do we like the same foods? Do you even eat food?? How the heck did I never notice that my gem is pointy, shouldn’t I have been able to feel that it’s, erm... jabbing into my insides whenever I’m laying down?— but in the end there’s one that weighs on his mind more than all the others.

“The other thing I’m confused about is… if Mom’s really gone like you said, then why did you almost reform as her?”

“Gemstones retain memory.”

“Oh yeah, Pearl mentioned that once,” he says with a soft smile. “So, then… those are just forms this gem used to take?”

Pink Steven nods in confirmation.

“But Mom’s… soul... is gone forever?”

Another nod.

“Then… it’s just us,” Steven breathes in wonder, the words cathartic the moment they pass his lips into permanence. His eyes grow damp. “Just me.”

At the realization, that shadowy thicket of thorns that’s increasingly entangled itself around his heart for the past few years finally begins to recede.

“Okay,” he says, extending his hand to his Gem counterpart. “I think I’m ready now.”

The moment their fingers brush against each other, strength surges through his body like he’s gasping awake from a disjointed dream, and immediately his baggy, weary eyes snap alert. Hand in hand with his hard-light double, he’s suddenly focused, able, nerves alight with a warmth he never realized until now he missed. A subtle grin curves across Pink Steven’s face in response, vulnerable emotion bursting to life for the very first time.

And as the two of them— human and Gem alike— stand parallel on the shore regarding each other under the constellations’ careful watch, an all-consuming understanding crests over him as solid as the tides are strong.

I can do it, he realizes with glee. I can actually fuse!

He can’t help the breathy laugh that bubbles up from within as he clasps his fingers secure around his counterpart’s pink ones. The Gem quickly grows to match him in his joy, and takes lead of their impromptu dance as the two begin to skip and spin across the sand, the ocean’s pulse and the wind’s vibrato acting as their only accompaniment. He’s dead tired, and his muscles still ache beyond belief, but in this blissful moment he finds he genuinely doesn’t care. Not when the breeze is tousling through his curls, and his other half’s eyes don’t look so cold and void anymore, and their steps surge with new confidence with each and every revolution they make. Not when there’s so much magic to be found in this world. So much hope, even despite the bad days. No more lies, he promises himself, no more thoughts of despair. No holding back. In a heartbeat the spinning world tints bright pink around them. Beaming, he throws his head back right as his vision blurs to white, the fathomless night sky the last thing he sees with fully human eyes.

Steven Universe, whole and uncracked once more, emerges from fusion’s pure glow.

He gasps for breath upon finally reforming, teetering and stumbling a few steps as he regains his sense of balance. Experimentally, he wiggles his toes against the cool sand, reveling in the way the granules tickle the bottoms of his feet, and laughs in sheer relief. Every stimuli is a thousand times more vivid now. The crisp wind dancing against the nape of his neck, the crash of the tides upon the shore echoing through his ears with a percussive strength… When he inhales, he inhales deep and strong, filling his lungs entirely with the fresh salty air. Now in one piece again, he suddenly feels more connected to his gem than ever. There’s a comforting thrum running parallel with his human veins, one he’s grown used to feeling whenever he summons his bubble or shield, except now it seems to be a constant presence. Channels of hard light, his mind excitedly supplies, recalling Pearl’s lessons. Just like a Gem circulatory system!

He breathes in deep again, grounding himself. He splays both arms outward, focusing upon the thought of self preservation. In a flash, the familiar sheen of his pink bubble blooms around him. Steven grins so wide his cheeks almost ache. He allows the bubble to drop, and next aligns his emotions with the idea of protection. His shield, forged of solid light and etched with rosy thorns, immediately materializes in front of his outstretched arm. It’s absolutely effortless, more so than ever before. Giddy in all the joy of being whole again, he dissipates the shield and launches himself high into the air. He’s giggling breathlessly by the time he begins his slow descent. For a blissful moment, every other stressful thing in the world disappears, and it’s just he, himself, and the glittering night sky. Far above, Ursa Minor winks at him. He blows the cosmos a kiss, eyes filled with stars.

Gently, his bare feet touch down on the shore.

For a moment he doesn’t budge an inch, doesn’t make a sound, as if he’s waiting for reality to pull the rug from under him. It all seems too idealized, too lucky. And yet— as he stands idle in the moonlight, fully alert and able— clearly it’s not. Beaming from ear to ear, he takes off running across the beach. As a testament to his sheer joy, his toes leave the ground behind again as he cartwheels.

...well, tries to cartwheel. Just because he’s more integrated with his gem doesn’t mean he’s any more graceful. He’ll leave the grace to Pearl and Connie.

His hands don’t hit the ground at the appropriate angle, and as a result he flips on end and lands face first, getting a mouthful of sand for all his troubles.

He spits as much of it out as he‘s able. “Euughhh, not again!” he says, although this time there’s renewed humor in his voice.

Steven rolls onto his back, and it’s then that he realizes, heart sinking low in his chest… that something feels different. He’s not sure why he didn’t notice it before. The unfamiliar way its weight settles, the distinct difference in shape that he only noticed when lying flat on his belly...

Hand quivering, he lifts his pajama shirt to check, and...

“W-wait, wha—!?”

The gemstone embedded flush at his navel is not his.

Well, it is, since obviously he fused with it and can summon his shield, but it’s certainly not the pentagonal cut he remembers. Instead, the entire gem has somehow rotated on its side, exposing the facets previously hidden from view. He slowly traces his fingers along its edges. How could a gem just flip like that? This never happened when any of the other Gems reformed, so why did it happen here, now?

No more lies...

Was it because of what he was thinking when he fused? Before Pink Steven reformed he briefly saw an outline of Pink Diamond, and her gem was flipped on its side too. But could subconscious thought really influence gemstone position like that?

He frowns pensively, and drops the bottom hem of his shirt. Like it or not, it seems this’ll be yet another change he’ll have to grow used to. That they’ll all have to grow used to, he amends, realizing that there’s no way the other Gems wouldn’t notice. His eyes droop, his earlier burst of adrenaline beginning to run him into the ground. How late is it again? Oh, right. He doesn’t know.

Yawning, Steven picks himself to his feet, retrieves his flip flops, and begins his hike up the sandy path to his house. He rests his palm upon the newly exposed facets of the diamond in his belly, still somewhat dazed by everything that’s recently come to pass, and truthfully he can’t help but feel as if he’s encroaching upon a brand new chapter of his life. Where tomorrow, or the next day, or the weeks to come will lead him is a cosmic mystery only Garnet could dream of halfway answering. But in this very instant, at least he can say he's whole again.

Maybe now he’ll finally be able to sleep.

[expresstheobsession]

Sorry if you already got this tumblr freaked out :(. My friend showed me the matchup you did for her, it was amazing, and I was hoping I could get one too?? My name’s Sammi. I legit dyed my hair like Todoroki. But in the past it’s been completely red or pink. I’m not at all skinny. I’m not good at describing myself but I’d say I’m pretty nice and passionate about the things I like. I love birds a lot and I think/hope my quirk would be bird related. I’d love to see who you’d pair me up with!

Hello! I’m glad you put in your other ask because I want so bad to ship you with this gal! Also, this is a little angst and I apologize. I had an image in my head and had to write it out. If you want some fluff too just let me know and I’ll be happy to write it for you. :) 

ps thanks for requesting! 

Word Count: 579 | Warnings: Angst

How did you end up in a situation like this? 

You were beaten and bruised, but at least you could stand thanks to Recovery Girl. The villain today was so hell-bent on taking you out that he paid no mind to the other heroes. A small part of you was glad that he was more focused on you so that the civilians could escape without harm. 

You were dropped off in front of your home, waving goodbye to the cop as he pulled back onto the street. It was late, so late that you dreaded even going inside. You knew that Uraraka would be worried, terrified even, once she noticed the condition you were in. You didn’t have much time to contemplate your excuse before the lady in question opened the door.

“Sammi? Why are you standing outside? It’s freezing.” She mumbled, coming closer to curl into your body. She immediately backed off when you hissed out in pain. “Are you hurt? I can’t tell in this lighting.” 

The worry in her voice was evident as she rushed you through the door. You tried at first to sneak back into the bedroom before she could get a good look at you, but the effort was futile. The girl had eyes like a hawk, noticing every little detail. 

“Oh my gosh, Sam! What happened to you?” Her voice was thick with emotion now, her arms trembling. She didn’t like seeing you in pain, the thought alone was enough to cause her worry.

“I’m okay, Ocha. This villain gave me a hard time, but I just need some sleep. I’ll be fine in the morning. Come lay with me.” You brushed her cheek with the tips of your fingers. Her eyes were brimming with tears, her breathing erratic. “Please don’t cry, my love. I can’t stand to see you upset.”

“Sometimes I forget that you can die and that’s really terrifying.” She whispered, wiping her tears with the back of her hands. “I’m sorry, let me make the bed.”

She was gone before you had a chance to apologize. Ochaco was part of the rescue team so she didn’t take part in a lot of the villain battles and that caused her to forget about the dangers surrounding your work. She saw the aftermath, she saw the injuries, but she never paid much attention to the actual battle. 

You grunted as you stretch your arms out above your head. You may be sore tomorrow, but you weren’t lying when you said sleep was all you needed to recover. 

Ocha was sitting at the end of the bed when you entered the room. Her hair concealed part of her face as she stared at her hands. You slowly approach the bed, “Ocha?” 

When she doesn’t answer, you sigh and sit down beside her. “There will be times when I get hurt, like today, but there is also the reward that comes with the injury. You see the reward. The people that you save because I’m occupying the villain is the reason I became a hero. You’ve seen me at my worst, but I promise, Ocha, I will always come back to you.”

She finally glanced up as the tears started to fall. “I know, Sammi.” 

You smiled before kissing away her tears and ushering her under the covers. You spent the night curled up and thankful that you could spend another day with the love of your life.