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sixflame438 · 3 months ago

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Forever

Synopsis - Its exam season and you just finished your last paper. What better way to celebrate than to spend the night with the love of your life?

Pairing - Pham Hanni X Reader

Tags - Fluff, jumping jokes, swear words i think? Established relationship, possible spelling and grammar errors as i proofread this at 3am. You’re both so in love

A/N - FIRST POST!! Lowkey quite excited to make my debut but it’s scary lol. Hopefully you enjoy reading it. This is in honor of me finishing mocks, cant wait to fuck up my real ones :D

Word count - 4044

“Pens and pencils down students, your exams are now over” called a monotone voice. A crack of bones could be heard as the invigilator stood up and walked around collecting all the papers. You hurriedly finished off what you were writing before dropping the pencil in your hand, looking back at your paper with disdain and disbelief.

3 hours. You had spent 3 hours writing and erasing the same thing over and over again. The first time you had done spelling mistakes, the second time you had thought of a better way to rephrase everything and by the fifth time you rubbed your work out you had 5 minutes left.

Why did you even take that subject? You never enjoyed it and it was a chore to even complete the work assigned. Well it was either this or advanced maths and chemistry you thought to yourself, lowly chuckling knowing you would’ve rather jumped than take either of those courses.

Reluctantly you handed the paper over to the old man who said nothing as he hobbled over to the next desk, still with the same bored expression he wore when he first walked in. You cant blame him though, he had been sitting in the same room as you for 3 hours doing nothing but staring out the window.

Scanning the room you could see the mixture of emotions, some ecstatic that the paper went well, some just as distraught as you were while some were just glad it was over. Deciding maybe that’s the best thing to think about right now you also let out a sigh of relief, following your peers out of the exam hall.

After collecting your phone and bag you open it to see the time and no new text messages. Strange, Hanni should be free around now considering she had finished all her exams last week and the one you just took was the last one on the schedule. Thinking nothing more of it you trudged your way through the busy corridors of the building and found yourself in the cafeteria, the long, dreadful hours of your exam really took a toll on your energy.

After surveying your options for lunch you eventually decide to just keep it simple and grab 2 of the prepacked sandwiches, not even caring enough to see what flavours they were, you were just too hungry. As you took a bite of your sandwich (inside was ham, scrambled egg, hash brown and sauce) the deafening sounds of the dining hall finally catching up to you.

It was always busy, hundreds of students gathered in one place to hangout and enjoy some mediocre food, not to mention that an exam had just finished so the level of activity in the hall was tremendous. Deciding it was too much you opt to go home instead, back to your dorm you shared with the best (and your only) roommate you could ever ask for. It was the end of the week and you had no classes left either so there was no reason to stay anyways.

During the hike home (you lived 10 minute walk away from campus) you stopped as you walked by the local park and playground. Seeing all the kids running around so carefree and excited had you reminiscing about all the times you and Hanni had fun there too. When one would have too much energy to sleep or were too bored to study you would always find a way back to the park together having the time of your life doing the most stupid shit known to man kind. Small but precious moments like those were the ones you cherished most. You didn’t need big grand and fancy to be happy, being quite content with small and intimate instead.

Finishing off the last bite of your sandwich you reached into your backpack and pulled out your second one as you continued your trek home. The first sandwich although did surprise you wasn’t all that bad. The flavours worked well together especially with the house made special sauce but it was all probably leftovers from breakfast anyway as they were your typical morning foods. You would kill to find out what was in that sauce though, there was just something about it that had your tastebuds melting away into a land of bliss and yumminess. Hanni never agreed with you (being a strong hater of the sauce) but found you quite endearing and just marked it off as one of your weird but adorable quirks.

By the time you had finished your second sandwich (just a basic BLT but with chicken??) your legs had carried you to the front of your door. Scrambling around the pocket of your backpack you pull out your bundle of keys (filled with memorable keyrings and charms you and Hanni got one another) unlocking the door and slowly closing it behind as you enter.

Kicking off your shoes and placing down your stuff on the nearest table you walk over to your bedroom, quietly opening it to find a sleeping Hanni curled up in a little ball deep in the depths of her slumber. You giggle to yourself as you take a picture of the sight with your phone, adding it to the preexisting album of similar photos you had been sneakily taking for the past (almost) 1 year you guys had been together.

Hanni sleeping was one of your favourite versions of her. Here she is all calm and relaxed which is a stark contrast to when she was awake, lively and chaotic bring havoc anywhere she went. You loved her for it though, it brought a sense of uncertainty to your day and you just loved to see her have fun.

Deliberately trying not to disrupt the serenity you had found yourself in, you place your phone on the bedside drawer. Taking off your hoodie you change into more comfortable sleeping shorts. You carefully crawl into bed next to Hanni and wrap your arms around her waist. Instinctively Hanni responds to your touch pulling you closer to her and snuggling her head into the space between your head and shoulder. Your heart fluttered inside your chest at the small movement. The two of you did this every night but you knew you would never get tired of having her in your arms, basically sharing the same air. A small smile could be seen on your face as you drifted into the slumber of your afternoon nap, the exhaustion of the early morning hitting you hard.

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Shifting around you warily open your eyes to be met with closed blinds, a blanket placed over you (now ruffled up as you had woken up) and an empty spot where Hanni used to be. As you got out of bed and peeked behind the door you could clearly hear light jazz and the sound of Hanni tapping away on her phone. Tiptoeing over to her you gently pull her into a soft embrace. She flinches a little startled by your presence but quickly reciprocates the hug.

“Hey baby how was your nap?”

“It was nice but i woke up to find my giant teddy bear missing” you say with a pout.

“Aww baby your so cute, I’m right here though and I’m not going anywhere” she says back with a light chuckle, clearly amused with your response. “How’d your last exam go?”

“I don’t think its anything worth talking, it wasn’t anything good thats for sure.” You reply, disappointment clear on your face.

“Hey its alright, its just a measly paper you can always do better in the finals yea? Mocks are just for practice anyway”

“Yea yea” you say dismissively “Whatcha doin?”

“Oh yea i was replying to Yunjins text, she was asking if we were gonna go to Wonyoung’s party tonight, you know the one she hosts after every last exam?”

“Are we?”

“That depends on you, do you wanna go?”

“Uhh I’m kinda tired and parties aren’t usually my scene anyway”

“I think you should though. It would be a good way to let loose after exams and have some fun. I’ve seen how tense you’ve been the past few weeks, studying so hard to do well. Plus you would get to see the rest of the girls, its been a while since we’ve all hung out outside of class.”

In all actuality you didn’t want to go at all but with how much Hanni wanted you to just have some fun, you couldn’t say no to those pleading eyes. You missed the girls anyway so it would be a nice bonus.

“Yea okay but I’m only gonna have a few drinks max.”

“Its fine you drink as much as you want i’ll stay sober for you tonight. Just have some fun okay?”

Parties were always more Hanni’s forte and for her to stay sober just for you was heartwarming as you knew she didn’t want you to risk doing anything dumb or getting hurt. Testament of how you had broken a large ceramic vase at the last party you went to when you had drunk too much and tripped over your own foot while walking. Luckily Wonnie didn’t care too much about that specific vase, saying she wanted to get rid of it anyway so you just gave her more of a reason to do so.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel left out or anything because of me”

“Yes I’m sure plus taking care of you is my full time responsibility can’t let anything happen to you. Now come on lets go get ready” Hanni says excitedly.

You grumble in annoyance but ultimately allow yourself to be dragged back into your bedroom, how could you ever say no to Hanni anyway???

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“And done!” Hanni exclaims as she steps back, admiring her hard work. “I’m gonna go get myself ready now hurry up and put your outfit on! I’ll be waiting outside” your girlfriend says before kissing your cheek and skipping out of your shared bedroom. A light blush appears below the blush she had just finished applying to you as you smile to yourself. God you loved Hanni so much she was just so adorable and treated you so well too.

You were never a big fan of doing your makeup or purposefully dressing to impress and you only really started putting in that effort when you started trying to rizz Hanni up. (You tried and failed but she found you quite endearing) How you managed to pull her you will never know but you would go through all your failed attempts again if it meant having her by your side. She is literally the love of your life and the amount of things you would do for her makes you seem borderline insane, but anything for her right?

After putting on the outfit Hanni had planned for you and grabbing a few other essentials you walk out to see the girl in her own outfit, although simple it did wonders on making her look so much prettier. Or was it the other way around?

“Aww baby you’re so beautiful, I’m so glad I get to call you mine”

“Such a sweet talker, have you seen yourself in the mirror? The pleasures all mine” You reply back in between kisses. If there was one way you would happily die to it was lack of oxygen while kissing Hanni. Her soft pillowy lips were quite literally to die for and just thinking about them could have you watering.

“Okay we can continue this later let’s go!”

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Hand in hand you walk up to the house that was blasting hiphop tunes, door wide open as you could see that it was already packed. You felt a queasy feeling come up but pushed it aside as you felt Hanni squeeze your hand in comfort. “Remember if you want to leave just let me know, i’ll probably be talking to other people but I promise to stand in open places so you can find me easier okay?”

“Okay I’ll keep that in mind, thanks again for tonight”

“Aww baby you’re too cute” Hanni says with a happy pout, giving your face a little squish in the process. “Now go have fun its what your here for”

“Yes ma’am” you respond with a small salute before going over to the drinks table. Hanni giggles again at your behaviour, how could she have not fallen for you? Although nonchalant on the outside you were just an adorable little loser, HER adorable loser and she wouldn’t trade you for anything.

“Aye Yn you look so hot girl! If I didn’t know any better I’d so hit on you tonight”

A small laugh escapes your mouth as you feel 2 arms wrapping around you.

“Hey Gigi its nice to see you too and don’t even get me started on you’re outfit! Are you trying to get hit on tonight or something??”

“Haha thanks girly, I’m not but Minjeongs definitely trying to. She’s been attempting to flirt with Karina all night but she’s so short and cant stand her ground because she keeps getting interrupted by not only her own stupidity but also the other partygoers who are also trying to hit on Karina. I feel sorry for Minjeongie but its fucking hilarious to watch especially since she keeps stumbling over her words. She’s both whipped and drunk, its a great combo” Giselle tells you as she laughs at the situation Winter had gotten herself into.

“Enough about her let’s go get you some drinks in your system and have some fun!”

You nod in agreement as you allow yourself to be dragged away again, twice in one day.

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By now you had had multiple drinks and played 4 rounds of beer pong against different classmates. You danced here and there when good songs started playing and also managed to trip up Yunjin completely on accident as she has tried walking up to talk to you. You didn’t drink much normally and were quite the lightweight.

Some how during the night you ended up with Minji instead, neither of you knowing how you ended up together. You were barely coherent as you tried to drink more, swaying from side to side as you walked.

“Okay girl I think you’ve had enough where’s your girlfriend at? Come on Yn let’s go” Minji whines as she attempts to drag you over to Hanni but you weren’t having it, choosing to grab onto the nearest object you could to prevent yourself being dragged away. You weren’t about to be kidnapped today and no one but your girlfriend could touch you.

“God you’re so stubborn how does Hanni deal with you everyday? You know what forget it you’re a lost cause”

“HEY! You say exasperated “thats so meeeeaaannnnn” purposely elongating your words to annoy Minji even more.

“Yea? Well I’m done ah perfect timing here’s the angel you speak so highly of.”

“Hey Minji sorry for having to deal with her but I can take over now” Hanni had been easily alerted by your loud presence and came over to see what was up.

As soon as you registered who the owner of that angelic voice was you turned around and did a little jog over to her with outstretched arms ready to crush her and never let go.

“Hannnnniiiiiiiiiiiiii” You were always extra clingy when drinking but ONLY towards your beloved, everyone else had to face an annoying baby who was actively praying on their downfall.

“Hey baby I’m here now” she tells you but she’s sure its gone straight over your head as you do nothing but cling tighter.

Minji just stands there amused at the scene in front of her. “Nah don’t worry about it Yn hardly ever drinks anyway and despite how annoying she is she’s quite entertaining haha”

“Yea she’s something when she’s drunk alright. Do you and the rest of the girls wanna hang out sometime? Exam season is over and its been a while”

“Oh yea of course I’m so down, i’ll ask the girls later. Speaking of I should probably go check on Dani, last I saw she was throwing up in a random bush” Minji says wincing at the last part, Dani no anyone throwing up was a disgusting sight.

“Oof yea have fun dealing with her, I think I’m gonna take Yn home now. I’ll text you later yea?”

“Yep sounds like a plan, have a good night!”

“I think you need that more to me haha”

“Yea I probably do” Minji says deadpanning before leaving to go find Danielle “Cya!”

During her conversation with Minji you had managed to almost fall asleep just hanging onto Hanni like a koala and if it weren’t for the support you would’ve fallen over by now with how much you were swaying on your feet, the alcohol making you unable to stay still.

“Hey sweetheart wanna go home now? You look very sleepy” Hanni cooes gently. However you were unresponsive so she pokes you in the cheek and squishes your face with her hands. This does nothing to wake you up though as the warm hands against your face just make you feel more at home.

“Yn?” Hanni chuckles lightly. What a sweet sweet voice that is you think to yourself, should only belong to the prettiest girls in the world. Oh wait thats my girlfriend. Hehehehe, mine. Hanni chuckles again as she hears you mumble out that last part

“Ynnie you’re too cute, come on lets get going”

“Nooooo but I don’t wannnnaaa go homeeeee” You whine pouting your bottom lip even further as if it would convince Hanni more.

Your girlfriend thinks for a second before replying “how about we got get some food then? From that one place we go to when I’m hungover and your too lazy to cook?”

“Oh yay I love that place! They make the best fried chicken and cold noodles. Its always so yummy, there isn’t a single time its been bad. And their homemade dumplings??? Ugh so good. Have you tried their…” You carry on rambling as Hanni leads you out to your car, most of your words slurred but having spent so long with you now Hanni has no problem deciphering your drunken thoughts.

The entire drive over was just more of you asking and answering your own questions like a loopy idiot. Hanni did nothing but listen and hold one of your hands as she drove towards the late night restaurant you both frequented. Usually it was always Hanni yapping away so it was a nice change for both of you today.

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After you both devoured that one hell of a meal;(you ordered almost everything and Hanni couldn’t find it in her to stop you. If it weren’t for the old grandma who owned the place you would probably be out of money now “yah don’t eat so much so late! Come back another day”) you decided to go to the local park.

It wasn’t far from your home (the same one you walked past earlier) and had a beautiful view. Not prettier than your girlfriend of course but definitely up there. Sure it was now 4am but thats beside the point and you both had nothing planned anyway. Somehow after spending the entire time laughing and giggling away your drunk ass still had too much energy, the alcohol still apparent in your system. Hanni didn’t know how you did it, you were always so energetic when drunk, more hyper and affectionate.

It was as if all the energy you didn’t use in the day gets stored and just comes out all at once. She loved you like this though as it gave her a chance to take care of you like you normally did to her. Hanni was always more appreciative when you drank though as it was when she realized how much energy it truly takes to look after a drunkie and made her feel sorry for you as you were always there for her after every night out.

Hanni made her way over to your spot on the little hill, luckily she didn’t have to lug you around this time as you had bolted off as soon as she had parked the car. Running around like a child in the meadows, basking in the sunlight. It wasn’t the afternoon or anything close but the bright moon rays casted a wonderful glow over everything it touched, including your body that was now sprawled out on the grass.

Sitting down next to you she leans on the giant oak tree standing proud as the flagpole of your sacred space. You shift closer to Hanni and put your head in her lap, staring up at the stars above. Tonight was the first time you had seen this many stars out in a while, the sky free of clouds as the stars shone like glitter in the night.

No matter how radiant the stars were you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at your girlfriend, her dazzling beauty and kind personality captured you in a kind of enchantment. There was no other star you needed except her. The both of you just sit and stare out at the stars as you enjoy being in each others presence. It had been about 10 minutes before you spoke up, nearly dozing off against Hanni.

“Hey Hanni thanks for taking me out tonight, I think I really needed this and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

You speaking out of the blue catches her attention as she looks down at you with an affectionate smile.

“Aww sweetheart there’s no need to thank me I’m just returning the favour” She replies back proudly

“I love when you take care of me like I’m the only girl in the world”

“I’ll make sure to do it more often then my sweet baby angel” Hanni says as she brings her hand up to your hair, combing through thoroughly and getting rid of the knots that formed from the eventful night you’ve had. “ you’re lucky I love taking care of you and I’ll keep doing it for as long as you’ll have me”

“Make yourself comfortable then cause I don’t plan on leaving any time soon.” You retort back with a muffled chuckle. “Or ever for that matter” Whispering the last line softly when you feel a warm hand fall to your left cheek.

“Oh really? So forever?” Hanni asks a little amused but more wonderstruck as the implications of your words didn’t escape her.

“Forever” you replied back, asserting your previous statement.

Hanni’s face goes flush as she turns her head away from you in embarrassment, not that you could tell either way as your eyes had almost fully closed. A small ping from both of your phones regains Hanni’s attention as she glances down at the notification. Beaming at you she bends down to leave a kiss on your forehead. The gentle and delicate touch wakes you up as your eyes open up again, looking back at your girlfriend with a dopey and sleepy but loving gaze.

“I love you so much you know that?” You remind Hanni as your eyes start fluttering close again, shifting in and out of consciousness. The mix of her tender touches and the stress of the week adding to your sleepy state.

“You remind me everyday, how could I not?” Hanni quips before fondly adding “I love you too Yn, happy 1 year anniversary”

Tearing her gaze away from your drowsy figure, she could see the glimpses of sunlight start to poke through the sky.

A low whisper could be heard as you mumbled back an I love you too.

There is no combination of words Hanni could use to describe how much you meant to her and how much she cherished you. You were her everything. She smiled lovingly as she heard your breathing slowly even out.

Ironic how you fell asleep as the world began to wake but sometimes it’s better to just have that moment to yourselves. And what better time to have it than when everyones asleep? Not a single soul out to bother you.

Just you and the love of your life.

Together, forever.

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r3almellow · 3 years ago

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Pregnancy Headcanons/Scenario: Gavin

I hope you don’t mind, but I just decided to make this into a pregnancy headcanon post! I figured it would be easier to explain what our Bird Cop would do and how he’d handle things overall.

Warning: Pregnancy

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How you tell him

You became suspicious after not being able to keep certain foods down the sudden fatigue and a week into you missing your period.

It was only a matter of time before you got pregnant. There were a lot of times when both of you were so caught up in the heat of the moment and neglected to use protection.

The minute you find out, you’re coming up with different ways to tell him.

You’ve gone from thinking about buying matching leather biker jackets one with “Biker Dad” and the other “Biker Baby” embroidered on the back to telling him over dinner at a nice restaurant.

So many ideas, but you settled for something simple. Buying two house plants to add to your homes collection. Both were succulents that matched with the one he currently owned, Greenie, but had their own unique traits.

You excitedly show him the new plants when he gets home from work.

“I even came up with names!” You point to one that was predominantly green with a pink outline. “This one is Cutie because I thought it looked cute.” Then you point to the smallest one and suddenly the anxiety within you starts to bubble.

“And this one is Baby.” He looks at you confused. “Baby?”

“B-baby...” You say again this time shifting awkwardly, not as confident as you had been before. “Because its so small...”

He repeats the word once more as if trying to understand its meaning and as the seconds go by the anxiety builds further. Maybe you weren’t straightforward enough in your efforts to surprise him.

As if a lightbulb dings in his mind, his face lights up and suddenly you’re in his arms, enveloped in the tightest of hugs.

If there was any doubt in your mind that Gavin wasn’t going to accept you or the baby, that gets thrown out the window. He’s beyond happy because this is all he’s ever wanted.

Having a family with you was only something he believed could only be achieved in a dream.

“I’m going to be a... We’re going to be... You have no idea how happy I am. I promise I’ll..” He trails off as if to catch himself and pulls out of the hug. His elated expression turning serious.

“I-I mean...if you want to. Whatever you want to do I’ll stand by you.” No surprise that Gavin puts your needs and happiness before his own.

You can only smile up at him with misty eyes. “I want to have this baby with you.”

During the pregnancy

Spoils the hell out of you! Whatever you want, he’ll get it. No matter how far or what time it is, your man will go through hell and back to make sure you’re satisfied.

Want chocolate covered gummy bears with cinnamon sprinkled all over them, but the only store that’s open at 3AM is halfway across town? Say no more.

Even when you don’t want to bother him, Gavin will take it upon himself to get even the smallest of things for you.

Will go to all of your appointments and parenting classes even if it means taking on less missions. Don’t even try to convince him to do otherwise. If he has to choose between you and work, it’ll be you every time.

If, for whatever reason, he can’t be with you for a doctor appointment, he sends Minor in his place.

You do have an electric guardian angel watching over you as well, so even when Gavin’s away you’re not entirely alone.

As the months go on, Gavin will become very protective of you and refuses to let you lift a finger.

He cooks all the dinners when he’s home and does all the housework. Won’t even let you pick up a broom.

Massages! Tons of massages! The minute you start complaining about your feet or back, his hands are ready.

Work? While he won’t stop you from working until way later into your pregnancy, he will try to convince you to take on a lesser workload.

He maaaaaay take a quick trip over to LFG to talk to your investor, just so the man knows not to stress you out. Don’t worry he’s just gonna talk to him.

Handles your mood swings surprisingly well. Half of the time its because he does whatever you want and the other half is because he hates seeing you cry or upset.

Only a handful of times has he been strict about certain things that could potentially harm you. Not even your cutest of pouts can change his mind when he wants to protect you and the baby.

Has a few parenting books lying around and will be a bit embarrassed if you gush about how hard he’s trying to prepare.

Once your stomach starts growing and you start to feel insecure about your appearance, Gavin will do all he can do reassure you that you are the most beautiful woman on the planet and that he’s lucky to be in the presence of someone so perfect.

For every part of you that you highlight as being unattractive he’ll kiss it.

You don’t like how big your breasts have gotten? You hate the sight of your stretchmarks or how your shirts can no longer cover your protruding stomach? Expect a barrage of kisses your way.

Gavin will fight every doubt you have so he can make his girl feel beautiful.

Speaking of your body, Gavin would be a liar if he said he didn’t love the changes happening to your body for his own selfish reasons.

You going up two bra sizes has been nothing but a blessing in Gavin’s eyes. Of course you’ve always been perfect to him, but you know...

Has offered to massage your breasts whenever you talk about them being too sensitive. Most of the time you take him up on that offer knowing full well that he wants more than just to ease you of your discomfort.

Not that you’re complaining because the way your sexual appetite has opened since being pregnant and having a man who wants to do nothing but please you like the service top he is?! You’re in heaven!

By the time you’re in your 3rd trimester its hard for you to do the simplest of things, so expect Gavin to offer his services.

Even showering has become difficult so he’s more than happy to help while you’re riddled with embarrassment.

“This is so embarrassing...”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about. It’s not like I haven’t see any of this before.”

There will be times when Gavin will feel nervous about parenting. He won’t bring such feelings to your attention, but if you pick up on it make sure to shower him with words of encouragement.

“You’re a good man, Gavin, and I know you’ll be a great father.” “Starting a family with someone who is as loving and caring as you, I can honestly say I’m lucky.” “Our baby is going to have parents who will love them unconditionally.” “They’ll love you just as much as I do.” “Just think, all the other parents will be so jealous over how amazing our kid will be. They’ll have your looks and sense of duty and my...well....everything else!”

If you’re not already married, at some point he’ll ask you to marry him, but will assure you that you being pregnant isn’t the reason he’s asking. This has been something he’s been thinking about for a while now. Your pregnancy just pushes him to actually take the step.

He probably already had a ring picked out way before all of this.

And don’t worry, he’s not just going to ask all casual-like. He’ll put a lot of thought into how and when to ask you. Who knows, maybe your little bundle of joy will be present by the time the wedding actually happens.

The weeks leading up to your due date his job has been very accommodating, giving him work that doesn’t require him to be too far from you and is mostly him directing his subordinates from a safe distance (as per your request).

Labor

When your water breaks you’re in the car with your prepacked hospital bag and make it to the hospital in record time.

Gavin is a nervous wreck, but he doesn’t let it show. This isn’t about him. This is about you and this new life you were about to bring into the world.

Of course he’ll be with you the whole time. The whole twelve to thirteen hours you spend in labor he doesn’t move an inch unless its to give the doctor space.

Gavin wants to see it all and be of help to you in anyway possible. If the doctor asked him to deliver the baby he’d do it in a heartbeat.

When its time, Gavin is all in and does his best to provide you comfort in anyway he can.

Seeing you cry and breathing heavily as the doctor instructs you to push and not being able to take the pain away is hard for him.

All he can do is hold your hand, every so often kissing the back of it and giving you words of encouragement.

“You’re doing great, beautiful.” “Breathe. Just like that.” “I know...just keep breathing and push, okay?”

You can curse him out if you want or squeeze his hand reducing it to nothing but a compressed remnant of what use to be; he doesn’t care. Use him to relieve you of the pain.

By the end of it all, Gavin is in complete awe.

From the way you look up at him with tears streaming down your face completely drenched in sweat to the sounds of the crying child as the nurses remove the excess fluids to you holding them in your arms, Gavin’s heart is full.

He can feel his eyes burn with tears threatening to fall at the sight of the love of his life and baby. The mother and child. His family.

And when he gets to hold the baby, Gavin is shaking with nerves, but not enough to disturb the child laying peacefully in his arms.

The baby will look up at Gavin with eyes that mimic their father’s golden ones before they slowly drift to sleep.

“They feel safe with you.” You’ll say tiredly as the nurses tend to you. “How can you tell?”

“Because being in your arms is the safest place in the world.”

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Been sitting on this bad boy for a while now! Hope you all enjoyed the read and if you want more MLQC stuff make sure to check out my masterpost!

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puppywritings · 4 years ago

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fidelium - johnny suh x gender-neutral reader masterlist

⇢ synopsis: you can’t wait to spend the weekend at johnny’s house. your boyfriend was a bad boy, and a motorcycle rider to boot. things were new, thrilling. perhaps more thrilling than you bargained for. you come to learn that it’s a lot more difficult to leave than to stay.

⇢ word count: 6.8k ⇢ trigger warnings: death, guns, toxic relationship involving manipulation, objectification, arguments. sexual elements and implied sex but no explicit scenes. ⇢ warning: the relationship displayed in this fic is in absolutely no way healthy or ideal. it’s one red flag after another. if somebody disrespects your boundaries, threatens you, objectifies you, manipulates you, or anything of the sort, they’re not a good person to be around and they don’t deserve to stay in your life. the contents of this fic may be upsetting to read.

⇢ a/n: this is my piece for @du0tine‘s 21 ways to kill your lover collab. intended for 18+ audiences. i also want to say, it’s not my intention to romanticize or glorify toxic, harmful, or abusive relationships - this is purely fiction. this writing also doesn’t reflect the real johnny suh, who i’m sure is a lovely person and would never engage in this sort of behaviour.

taglist: @prettyjaems @ethaeriyeol @1-800-seo @neonun-au (sorry if i forgot anyone i’m super disorganised w my taglists atm)

Johnny Suh didn’t fit your usual dating criteria. With his black leather jacket, heavy lace-up boots, and hulking motorcycle, he was a bit of a bad boy. And there was something exciting in that. You’d met him late one night, in the bar where you worked. You’d served him all night - rum and coke, his drink of choice. He certainly caught your eye, at first. He was handsome, with his brown eyes twinkling and his long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. But it wasn’t until the two of you started talking that you became interested. It was a quiet night, and Johnny insisted on sitting at the bar in front of you. He was teasing, charming. And when he gave you his number at closing time, you actually tapped the digits into your phone, rather than just discarding it like you usually do. Unlike the rest of your patrons who thrust their contact details upon you, when it came to Johnny the interest was mutual.

So, while it was true that Johnny wasn’t quite the typical man you went after, the relationship had been going well. He’d been nothing short of a gentleman in the duration of your relationship, though he still thrilled you with his affinity for the more reckless things in life; late-night motorcycle rides, drinking just a little too much and partying all night. He took the mundaneness out of your life - he made your life an adventure.

Towards the end of your shift that Friday evening, you found yourself getting jittery; you checked the time every five minutes, and a swarm of butterflies was building in your stomach. Johnny was picking you up after work on his bike, and it was all you could think about. You almost ran out of the establishment, when the clock struck ten, marking the end of your shift. Your heart swelled at the sight of Johnny in the bar’s parking lot, leaning against his motorcycle with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, angel,” he greeted you, affection glowing in his eyes and his smile.

“Hi,” you beamed, wrapping your arms around his waist and taking in his warmth. He picked you up immediately, holding you tight and spinning you. “Johnny!” you giggled, fingers grasping the cotton of his white t-shirt.

“You ready to meet my boys?” he asked you, punctuating his question with a kiss on your nose. He was referring to the friends he considered family; he lived with them, in a rather large house on the outskirts of town, from what you’d heard. They were special to him, and you knew it was important to him that you got along with them. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t completely terrified. You knew it’d be okay, though. If they had Johnny’s approval you were sure they’d be good people. Plus, you could never be too scared with Johnny’s hand in your own.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you responded with a smile.

“Hop on,” he instructed you, tossing you a helmet and putting on his own. At the beginning of your relationship, he’d given you his own helmet, forgoing his protection for the sake of yours. You hadn’t liked this - this display of his reckless attitude that surpassed thrilling and sat nicely in the territory of dangerous - and so you’d pestered him until he bought a second helmet.

You secured your rucksack on your back, prepacked with all the clothes and toiletries you required for the weekend you’d be spending with your boyfriend, before climbing onto the large black bike behind him. Johnny had been driving you around on his bike for a number of weeks now, but you still weren’t quite used to it. The mix of fear and exhilaration, both from the wind whipping past your ears and from the sensation of your chest pressed flush against Johnny’s back, your arms tight around his waist. It made your heart race. The feeling you got from riding a motorcycle embodied everything that Johnny was: dark, exciting, intoxicating, addictive.

Johnny hadn’t been lying when he said he lived on the outskirts. The bright lights of the town centre were far behind you, and even the streetlights had begun to die out. You were alone with the moon and starlight now. The neatly paved roads gave way to rough muddy lanes. The built-up urban surroundings gave way to empty fields, then to a dense and seemingly endless forest. The bike’s headlamp shone a path through the trees, guiding Johnny to his home. Though your partner clearly felt familiar here, the environment sent chills down your spine - you could’ve sworn you felt eyes on you, peering out from the darkness. When your journey ended, at a solitary house looming tall against the dark backdrop of the forest, you were thankful.

“Here we are,” Johnny welcomed you, helping you off the bike. The house was bigger than you could’ve expected. The term mansion wouldn’t be amiss.

“So,” you commented, looking up at the structure, illustrated by the silver moonlight. “This is where you and your biker gang live?” You looked along the line of bikes, queued up around the house. They were of different styles and sizes, though (with your limited knowledge on motorcycles) they all looked rather impressive.

“I keep telling you, we’re not a biker gang,” Johnny corrected you, with a lighthearted roll of his eyes. “We’re just a group of friends who live together, and just so happen to ride together too.”

“And if that’s not a biker gang, what is?” you teased.

“Zip it,” Johnny said gently, and you complied. “Here, I’ll take your bag.”

“Ever the gentleman,” you commented, passing it to him. You braced yourself, as he led you into his home.

It was warm inside, much warmer than out in the chilly woodland. From what you could tell by looking at the entranceway, the place was tidy and well-lit. Your boyfriend led you down the hall, into an open-plan kitchen and living area, where Johnny's friends were sitting around the television.

"We're home, guys," Johnny announced, drawing their attention towards you.

"Hey, look what Johnny brought home!" one of them called out, bringing a blush to your cheeks.

"Watch it," Johnny warned, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. "Y/N is all mine. You can look, but you can't touch. In fact, you can only look for five seconds at a time."

“These are the boys” Johnny introduced you to them. “This is Jaehyun, Ten, Mark. And that’s Donghyuck. My protege, right kid?”

“That’s right, John” the boy grinned up at Johnny from where he was sitting.

You gave a shy wave as you looked around at Johnny's friends. Though he had named them all, introducing them, it was a redundant act. You'd asked to see pictures of everybody prior to that night, not wanting to get lost amid a sea of unfamiliar faces. You saw Jaehyun, with his dimples and broad shoulders; Mark, with pronounced cheekbones and a delicate nose; Ten, with a feline-like beauty; and Donghyuck, full cheeks and long eyelashes.

"I think we're just gonna turn in for the night, right Y/N?" Johnny spoke, looking down at you. "See you boys tomorrow."

You waved at Johnny's friends, with a polite, "Bye." The boys chorused their goodbyes back at you, and Johnny led you away.

You couldn't help but admire the house as Johnny guided you to his bedroom, your hand in his. The place was huge, grand. You weren't sure under what circumstances Johnny and his friends acquired this house, but it can't have been cheap.

"And this," he led you inside, "Is my room."

The room was a fair size, with several tall windows and a four-poster double bed. The matching furniture looked sturdy and high-quality, a dark antique wood.

"This is impressive," you told him honestly. Johnny beamed in pride; he was always looking for praise, and you were happy to feed his ego.

Johnny lounged on his bed, laying back propped up on his elbows. "Come feel how comfy my bed is," he invited you with a smirk.

"Johnny Suh, you are not smooth. I know that's just an excuse to get me into bed," you said, falling beside him.

"If you knew it was just an excuse," Johnny asked, pausing to plant a kiss on your jawline, "Then why'd you join me?"

"Because," you tell him, "Maybe I want to be in bed with you."

Johnny gave a low chuckle, before kissing you again; a line beginning at your jaw, trailing down to your neck, and ending at your collarbone, making you gasp and lean into his touch.

"Johnny," you purred, your voice full of want.

"Let Johnny take care of you, baby," Johnny hummed. You obliged, submitting to his touch and surrendering to the pleasure.

Coming down from your high, you collapsed against Johnny’s bed, smiling as you looked up at your boyfriend who lay beside you.

“You’re perfect,” Johnny told you, his dark brown eyes gazing deeply into your own. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, and you looked away, only for Johnny to tilt your chin back up towards him. “It’s true,” he reiterated.

“I’m not perfect,” you denied, wrinkling your nose.

Johnny pecked your lips. “You are. My angel.”

You looked at him, lying beside you in his bed. His sex hair was immaculate, perfectly tousled from rolling around and from your fingers tugging on it. His lips were plump and pink from your kisses, and his collarbones were decorated in pink splotches. He looked beautiful, he was glowing, and you couldn’t help but grin at him.

“Hey,” Johnny says suddenly, sitting up and untangling himself from the blankets. “Let me give you a massage.”

“It’s okay, babe, you don’t have to,” you waved away his offer. He seemed deadset, however, cracking his knuckles in preparation.

“I insist. Roll over.” You obeyed, lying on your front and allowing your boyfriend to straddle your waist. His hands pressed into your skin, rubbing deeply into your muscles. The sensation was pleasant, you had to admit. Mostly, you just enjoyed the proximity between you and Johnny, and the feeling of being taken care of by someone you loved. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to slip away and ease into the feeling.

You weren’t allowed to slip away for long, however, as your phone began to buzz, startling you. The vibrations against the hardwood of Johnny’s bedside table conjured a harsh screeching noise. You lifted your head, peering at the screen.

You lifted your torso, as much as you could with Johnny’s weight on you. “Oh, it’s my mom. I should-”

“You can call her back later, angel,” Johnny said, pushing you back down onto the bed. The action was gentle, but Johnny didn’t need to use much force to manipulate your body; your boyfriend worked out, and bordered on freakishly strong - at least, in comparison to you. His buff arms held your shoulders down, preventing any movement. "This is my time to pamper you," he explained, resuming the massage.

"Okay," you tentatively agreed. "I'll call her back later." You got the sense that this massage was much more for Johnny's benefit than for yours, but if it kept him happy, then so be it.

“Good morning, angel,” Johnny greeted you. Your eyelids fluttered open, adjusting to the light in his bedroom. With a groan, you stretched your muscles, stiff from sleeping. “I brought you a cup of coffee.”

You looked to your boyfriend, smiling at you as he entered the room, a mug in each hand. You couldn’t be sure how long he’d been awake, or what time it was, but he was dressed already, beige cable-knit sweater and loose jeans, with his hair pulled back in a low ponytail. It was a contrast to his usual greaser bad-boy image, and the sight warmed your heart. He looked cozy, soft. You smiled back at him, sitting up and letting the covers pool around your waist.

“Morning, Johnny,” you beamed at him, accepting the cup of coffee he handed to you. You took a sip and moaned in delight. Your boyfriend made a mean cup of coffee, perfectly sweet without being overbearing. He sat beside you on the bed, caressing your cheek lightly.

“I was thinking we could go out for a walk,” he suggested, before taking a swig of his own coffee. “It’s a nice morning.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

A while later, fully dressed and hand-in-hand with Johnny, you found yourself venturing through the forest that surrounded the house. There were a few man-made footpaths winding between the trees, but for the most part, you were truly in the middle of nature, an environment completely untouched by humans. Birds flapped their wings, rustling in the trees, and creatures whose species were unknown to you scrambled to run away in your wake, paws pounding on the forest floor. Johnny had been right; it was a nice morning. The sun filtered through branches and leaves, casting light and warmth down upon you, and the air was clean and fresh.

“It’s so nice out here,” you commented, looking around at the greens and browns that encompassed you.

“Yeah,” Johnny agreed. “I’m lucky to live here.”

“You really are. I’d walk through here every morning if I were you.”

“You’re lucky, too,” Johnny acknowledged, squeezing your hand. “You’re dating me. You can walk here whenever you want as well.” You smiled, your heart swelling at his words.

“It really is isolated, huh? Your house?” you remarked, peering around at your surroundings. The nearest road was so far away that you couldn’t even hear the rush of cars from where you stood.

“Yeah,” Johnny confirmed. “It’s not easy to get out of the house.” Why anyone would wish to escape this peaceful surroundings, you had no idea. It felt so far removed from the hustle and bustle of everyday life; your usual troubles felt so distant.

The sun had risen higher in the sky by the time you returned to Johnny’s house, and you realised you hadn’t even brought your phone with you. You hadn’t even thought to check the time once since you woke up. This was so out of the ordinary for you, particularly on a Saturday morning, when you’d usually be lounging in your apartment scrolling through social media.

The house had woken up by the time you stepped through the front door. It had been silent when you left, though now it seemed that the entire household was up and about.

“Where have you been, John?” Ten called out, as the two of you entered the kitchen.

“Just out for a walk,” he explained, taking a seat at the kitchen island, where you joined him.

“By the way, Y/N, it’s nice to meet you,” Ten greeted you, smiling sweetly.

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” you returned, smiling back politely.

Johnny leaned in close, stage-whispering. “It’s really not all that nice to meet him. He’s a pretty lousy guy. Into some real weird stuff. Has probably killed a guy.” Ten gave Johnny a pointed glare as he departed the kitchen, and you giggled at your boyfriend’s antics.

“So,” Donghyuck asked, his voice somewhat muffled as he peered into the open fridge. “What do you guys have planned today?”

“Hmm. Not much,” Johnny answered. “Have some lunch, take it easy.”

“I want to shower first,” you announced, stretching your arms above your head. The physical exertion of your outdoor walk, along with your heated activities the night before, had left you feeling a little less than squeaky clean.

“We should do that together,” Johnny suggested, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek, which flamed at his proposition.

“Okay,” you giggled in spite of yourself. Johnny was the only man, since you’d been twelve years of age, who was capable of reducing you to such a blushing, giggling mess.

“Let’s go,” Johnny invited you, smirking as he stood up and held out his hand. You took it, and laughed when Donghyuck fake gagged and Johnny stared at him with daggers in his eyes. You allowed Johnny to lead you, your hand in his, all the way upstairs. After retrieving your toiletries and change of clothes, you joined him in the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

“The lock is funny,” he told you, leaning over you to fiddle with it. “You really have to twist it-” he grunted, “There we go.”

You smiled, bunching up his shirt in your hands and pulling him closer towards you. He looked smug as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips sweet and commanding. Your hands went under his shirt, ghosting over his chiseled abdomen, which tensed delightfully under your touch.

Johnny pulled away, his eyes scanning up and down your body, setting you alight with his gaze. “Why don’t you doll yourself up for lunch, huh? I want to show everyone how beautiful you are.”

“Okay,” you nodded, agreeing to his suggestion. He captured your lips again, and you smiled against his lips. “We need to shower, baby. And no funny business.”

“No promises,” Johnny grinned, his eyes twinkling. When he took his shirt off, however, your request of no funny business went completely out the window.

Sunday morning came all too fast, as your weekend with Johnny came to a close. It had been peaceful, relaxing, a greatly needed recharge, and you weren’t quite ready to return to your regular life. Walks through the city rather than through the woodland, and shifts in the bar all week long.

"I wish you didn't have to leave today," Johnny said, pouting as his fingertip traced shapes along your forearm as you lounged on his bed together.

"I know, babe, me too," you agreed. His eyelashes looked long, fanned across his cheeks as he gazed downwards.

"You should stay," Johnny suggested, a hopeful lilt to his voice. "Just another day or two?"

You shook your head at him. "I'm working all week babe, it's easier if I just go home. I can stay again next weekend."

Johnny sighs, an irritated huff, retracting his hand from your arm. "You don't wanna stay with me?" he asked, looking up at you with hurt in his eyes.

"It's not that I don't want to, John, it'll just be complicated. You'll have to give me a lift to work, and it's so far that I'll have to wake up a lot earlier."

"You don't even sound like you're going to miss me," he pointed out. His voice had a tinge of anger and it frustrated you in turn. He was acting so petty - you hadn't seen this immature side of him before.

"Of course I'll miss you, Johnny," you assured him with a roll of your eyes. "But we can see each other next weekend, okay?"

"Whatever," Johnny scoffed.

"Whatever?" you asked incredulously. "Johnny, you're acting like a child."

"Sorry. Sorry I'm going to miss my partner because they insist on leaving me."

You shifted away from Johnny, swinging your legs off the bed and facing away from him. "This is stupid," you muttered.

"I'm stupid?" Johnny exclaimed.

You rubbed your eyes in frustration. "I didn't say that."

"You didn't need to." Johnny jumped up from the bed, swiftly storming past you and exiting the room, complete with exaggerated stomps and a hefty slam of the door.

“God!” you cussed, in irritation and disbelief. You couldn’t believe he was acting like this. This side of Johnny, bitter and bad-tempered - you couldn’t say you enjoyed it. If anything, his outburst had only made you want to leave more. You cursed the complete and utter isolation of the place. You could hardly leave and catch a bus - you’d get lost if you even tried venturing out into the woods. Johnny was your ride home, and you didn’t want to face him. You weren’t even sure if he’d oblige, if you asked him to take you home.

You stood, scanning through your options, and your feet led you out of Johnny’s room. Down the hall, to the room you were sure belonged to Donghyuck. You knocked on the door, two uncertain taps.

“Yeah?” Donghyuck’s voice called out from within - bingo. You pushed the door open apprehensively. The room was smaller than Johnny’s, though still a decent size. He had a large television mounted on the wall, hooked up to a gaming system that looked rather impressive, to your amateur perspective.

“Oh, Y/N,” he remarked, sounding surprised and pausing his video game. “What’s up?”

“I’m sorry to bother you,” you prefaced, stepping into his room and closing the door behind you. “Johnny and I… had a bit of an argument. I was wondering if you could give me a ride home?”

“You fought?” Donghyuck asked. “What about?”

You sighed “It’s nothing. Something silly.” You didn’t particularly want to divulge the details to Donghyuck - you didn’t want to end up badmouthing Johnny to his friends.

“Hey, sit down,” he invites you, patting the space beside him, on the end of his bed. “Come play video games with me. Take a minute to calm down.” You hesitantly joined him, taking a seat on the end of his bed. “Think this through, Y/N, it’s probably not a good idea to storm out.”

You picked up the controller Donghyuck gave you, holding it loosely. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Johnny wouldn’t be happy if I left without saying anything.”

“That guy has a temper,” Donghyuck commented under his voice. You felt inclined to agree, after the way he’d acted that morning.

“How do I play?” you asked, examining the controller in your hands. Donghyuck leaned over, running you through the controls and rules of the game. The other boy pressed play, and you were flung into the game headfirst, forced to learn and adapt to the fast-paced course of the game. You didn’t know how much time passed, but by your fourth round of the game, you were laughing and shouting along with Donghyuck, all thoughts of smothering boyfriends erased from your mind.

“Feeling better, huh?” Donghyuck asked, beaming at you.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, nodding. “Thanks.”

“One more round?”

“I should probably go talk to Johnny,” you denied apologetically. “But thank you.”

“Any time,” he smiled, holding out his fist for a bump, which you obliged.

“Bye,” you bid him, before departing his bedroom and moving down the hall. You stood for a moment, outside Johnny’s bedroom door, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself.

When you pushed open the door, you found Johnny already standing in his room. You approached him slowly and with apprehension, speaking in a calm and gentle tone. “Hey, Johnny? I’m sorry for blowing up earlier.”

“It’s okay,” he assured you. His composure surprised you, after the volume of his outburst earlier. He didn’t look at you, nor did he turn around to face you. He stood before his dresser, apparently very focused on something inside it. “Why were you in Donghyuck’s room?”

Your eyes widened a little. He didn’t sound mad, nor did he have the right to be. But something about the situation, or perhaps about his demeanor, made you feel a little jittery. You didn’t know he’d been watching you. “Oh. Um. He was just convincing me to stay.” You cleared your throat, feeling the need to change the subject. “What are you doing?”

“Come look,” he beckoned you. You joined him, peering down into the dresser which he seemed so enthralled by.

You gulped. The open drawer was like something you’d find in a museum; it was lined with crimson velvet, and several vintage-looking pistols were laid out in it. They ranged in size and style, the smallest being the size of your palm and the largest stretching to the length of your forearm. “I… I didn’t know you had guns.” The sight of them made your heart race. If you were being honest, you’d led a rather sheltered life, and had never been in the presence of so many weapons. It made you feel uneasy.

“I don’t use them. They’re only collectibles.” Johnny picked up the smallest gun, and you flinched. He glanced at you, and the look in his eyes was undetectable to you - it wasn’t offence, nor regret, but his eyes definitely glinted with something. The way he handled the gun, you weren’t sure if you bought the ‘collectibles’ line. He handled it with such ease and grace, that it almost seemed like he was born with a gun in his hand. Though it was small, compact, barely the size of your hand - and it appeared even smaller in Johnny’s palm, which dwarfed it - you found yourself stunned and shivery, thinking about the damage it was capable of. Did Johnny collect bullets, too? you found yourself wondering.

You averted your gaze, discomfort taking over, and noticed that your phone lay atop the dresser. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You weren’t sure where, exactly, you had left your phone, but you were certain you hadn’t laid it there. “Hey - my phone-”

“Oh, right,” Johnny said, placing his gun back in the drawer and closing it sharply, twisting a key which sat in the keyhole, locking it away. “Your boss called. He said you don’t have to work tomorrow. That’s great, right? You can stay the night - you don’t have to leave.”

You nodded, feeling a little sick but faking a smile anyways. “Great.” You were tired, physically and emotionally. You felt bad for even thinking it, but you wanted a break from your boyfriend. You wanted some space. He was making you feel uncomfortable, bordering on unsafe, and you found yourself craving the security you felt in Donghyuck’s room.

“Um, I’m gonna take a shower,” you conjured the excuse for an escape.

“Okay,” Johnny accepted it easily, smiling widely. He wrapped his arms around your waist, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t be gone too long, alright?”

“Alright,” you nodded, breathing a sigh of relief when he released you. You would stay another night; it wasn’t worth upsetting Johnny over.

You had to admit that you felt a lot better after showering. The warm water had relaxed you, along with the familiar and comforting scent of your shampoo grounding you and bringing your emotions to a calmer, neutral level. You were standing before the bathroom mirror, applying moisturiser to your face, when you heard a click. A turn.

The broken lock.

Before you could act, Donghyuck was before you, staring at you with wide eyes. You let out a yelp, turning around, though most of your skin was hidden beneath your towel.

“Fuck, sorry! I’m so sorry! Don’t tell Johnny about this!” he blurted.

“It’s okay,” you responded, cheeks flushed. You weren’t sure Donghyuck had heard your forgiveness, however; you’d heard him dash away while your back was turned. You laugh awkwardly to yourself at the mishap, before closing the door again and making certain to twist the lock properly. It had only been a silly mistake, you reassured yourself. And he hadn’t seen anything, besides your bare shoulders, which was hardly a great reveal.

You shook your head, before drying and dressing yourself. The poor boy had been so flustered, and you had to admit it was sort of endearing.

“Nice shower?” Johnny asked when you returned to his room, lying on his bed atop the covers.

You nodded, joining him on the bed. “I feel so relaxed now.”

He pulled you close to him, kissing your lips gently. “Jaehyun’s making dinner for everyone, it’ll be ready before long.”

“That’s nice of him,” you murmured, laying your head on Johnny’s shoulder. “Poor Donghyuck, though. We had a really awkward moment in the bathroom, I don’t know if he’ll be ready to face me.”

You felt Johnny tense, his muscles going hard beneath you. “What do you mean?”

“He walked in on me showering. I don’t think he saw much, but-”

Johnny sat up abruptly, causing your head to fall back on the bed. “He fucking what?” Johnny hissed.

“Johnny, it’s fine,” you insisted. “I was wrapped in a towel-”

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Johnny cursed, standing.

“Johnny,” you spoke firmly, grabbing his arm in a tight grip. “Stop. I said he didn’t see anything.”

“I fucking hope not,” Johnny growled, sitting down once more. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, stroking your face lightly. His hand was trembling. “You’re my angel,” he said. “I don’t want anybody else seeing you like that.”

“It won’t happen again, okay? I’m all yours, I promise.” You placed your hand on top of Johnny’s, soothing him with your touch. His temper, flaring again. This wasn’t something you liked much about Johnny, and you hadn’t been all that glad to meet this side of him. But, you bargained, nobody was perfect - you certainly weren’t. Besides, you had been ready this time; your firm tone and gentle touch had helped to calm him.

Johnny stood up, rubbing his face with both of his hands. You heard him release a shaky breath.

“Please calm down, Johnny. I’m sorry.”

“I’m fine,” he said, nodding certainly. “I’m calm.”

“Let’s go get dinner, yeah?” You stood, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Yeah,” he agreed, squeezing your hand a little too tightly.

Johnny’s rather sour mood remained all throughout dinner, as evidenced by his clenched jaw and the protective hand he laid on your thigh. His sullen demeanor made him somewhat of a bore to be around, and you found yourself laughing and joking with his friends; you’d be happy to consider Donghyuck a friend, and Mark was hilarious too. Johnny didn’t seem to like this, however. You spent the last portion of the meal in silence, quietly eating and staying close to Johnny’s side.

Even afterwards, as you watched a movie with the group, Johnny refused to relax and let go of his needless worries. Everybody was laughing at the movie, but you couldn’t help but notice that Johnny hadn’t even cracked a smile the whole time. In fact, you didn’t even think he’d been watching the movie; his eyes hardly left you, flitting between your face and your body. As though if he stopped watching you, something horrible would happen. As though he were keeping guard.

He pulled you closer towards him, though there was very little space between the two of you on the couch beforehand. His lips connected with your cheek, before straying down towards your neck. You felt your skin heat up in embarrassment, although all eyes in the room were still trained on the television. Johnny wrapped his arm around your waist, using his strength to lift you onto his lap. You squeaked at the sudden action, earning inquisitive glances from Johnny’s friends, which only fuelled how flustered you were. He held your body close to his, squeezing you. His breath tickled your neck, sending shivers down your spine, before he sunk his teeth into your skin. You hoped your muffled moan went unnoticed, but your eyes were shut tightly so it was unknown to you. You squirmed in Johnny’s lap, thighs clenching together tightly.

In another show of Johnny’s strength, or perhaps just his relative power in comparison to your apparent weakness, he lifted you swiftly. The abrupt movement surprised you, and you gasped sharply.

“Y/N and I are going upstairs,” Johnny announced to the group, and you silently allowed him to guide you away.

“Because,” he continued as you two left the room, “I can take Y/N any time I want.”

“Johnny!” you scolded him, mouth agape with humiliation as his boys hollered in your wake. He ignored your cries of reprimand, scooping you up off your feet with a grin on his face.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, carrying you away to his bedroom. You sighed in fond exasperation, laying your head against his chest. You condemned his announcement of “I can take Y/N any time I want,” but the fact remained true that he could certainly take you then.

Monday morning. You were growing terribly bored of this big, old house in the middle of nowhere. Spending time with Johnny was nice, when he wasn’t baring his angry possessive side. Although you really liked him, you found yourself wanting some space. And so, when you woke up before Johnny, you left his sleeping form behind, pulled one of his oversized sweaters over your head, and set out to explore the enormous house that had become your confinement.

Nobody else was awake, or so it seemed when you ventured downstairs and poured yourself a glass of juice. You felt itchy, agitated. Even when you settled on the couch, the sense of calm you desired simply refused to fall over you. With an agitated sigh, you advanced throughout the house, exploring the ground floor. You had learned that all the bedrooms were on the first floor, and so you’d been wondering where one specific door led. Off the left of the hallway, aside from the kitchen and living area, and the ground floor bathroom.

The door creaked as you pushed it open, as did the floorboards when you stepped through the threshold. The room was dark, though you identified the furnishings of a study when you squinted your eyes. You moved to the far side of the room, drawing open the heavy red curtains thereby illuminating the space and releasing a cloud of dust at the same time. You waved the cloud away, choking.

There was a sturdy desk, littered with boxes full of clutter, accompanied by a rickety chair that looked like it would fall apart if you put any weight on it. You gasped a silent “wow” as you took in the wall opposite the door, lined with shelves that stretched from floor to ceiling, crammed to the brim with books of every size. You approached the extensive library, examining the titles. You didn’t recognise anything, apart from a few classics, but it was still an impressive collection. You began to wonder whether one of the boys had inherited the property from an older relative - none of them seemed particularly studious or academic, at least not enough to warrant an assortment of books this great. You trailed a finger along the spines, accumulating yet more dust. The books, much like the room in its entirety, had sat untouched for a long time.

“Boo!”

You shrieked, spinning around with your arms raised in defence, only to sigh in relief and clutch your heart. “Donghyuck! You scared me!”

The boy bent in half, in stitches at the fear he’d instilled in you. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t resist!” You couldn’t help but join in with his laughter; it was just so infectious. Even minutes later, you were cackling while wiping tears away from your eyes.

“So,” Donghyuck spoke, as his laughter died down. “What are you doing in here?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, still smiling. “Just exploring, I guess.”

“I don’t think there’s anything interesting in here,” Donghyuck claimed, looking around at the books.

“Really? It seems like hidden treasure to me.” You peered upwards, at the higher shelves, before standing on your tiptoes and stretching upwards, reaching for an eye-catching book with a golden spine.

“Careful,” Donghyuck murmured, placing a hand on the small of your back to steady you as you strained.

You heard Johnny’s growl, a split second before he entered your field of vision, entering the study and shoving Donghyuck away from you.

“Johnny!” you cried, feeling helpless and out of control as he squared up to the younger man.

Donghyuck had his hands raised in surrender, looking at his friend with concern tainting his expression. “Hey, man, calm down,” he attempted to pacify Johnny.

“Stay away from Y/N,” Johnny yelled, right in Donghyuck’s face

You leapt into action, maneuvering your way in between the pair, palm flat on Johnny’s chest. “Johnny, look at me,” you commanded him firmly. There was a fire in his eyes that you didn’t recognise. It flamed, bright and angry, threatening to burn anything and everything in its path. It scared you, and you resisted strongly against the urge to cower before him.

“Come on, Y/N,” he bit, gripping your forearm tightly. Potentially tight enough to bruise.

“Come on where?” you asked, stumbling as you struggled to keep up. He tugged you out of the room and down the hall, as you tried not to trip over your own feet.

“We’re going for a walk. Put your shoes on,” he demanded, arms crossed, waiting for you to obey.

“I- Johnny- What?” you sputtered. “Can I at least go upstairs and get my coat?”

“No,” he denied flatly. You rolled your eyes, slipping into your shoes. Wasting no time, Johnny pulled you out of the house, slamming the door behind you. You followed after him, your heart pounding with a mixture of uncertainty, anxiety, and speechless anger, as he marched you out into the woods, only stopping when you reached a clearing a good distance away from the house.

“Something’s going on between you and Donghyuck,” Johnny stated with hard certainty, as though it were fact. His face was flushed red, veins prominent along his forehead. He looked at you expectantly, but you had no idea what he wanted in response.

You sighed, rubbing your eyes tiredly. You couldn’t help but yell at him. “Johnny, what are you talking about? You’re my boyfriend. I like you. But not when you act like this, Jesus Christ!”

Johnny advanced, closing the gap between you, and you flinched when he regained his grip on your arm. “You need to stay the fuck away from Donghyuck, okay?”

“This is such a huge overreaction!” You tried to struggle away from his grip, but he was far too strong, his will iron.

Johnny leaned in, impossibly even closer to your face. “I brought you here, as my baby, to show you off to all my friends,” he hissed. “And you let them get their grubby little hands on you? I thought better of you, Y/N. I thought you were fucking faithful.”

Your heart raced, pounding wildly with how badly you wanted to get away from him. You didn’t think you could forgive him for this outburst. You just wanted to leave. “You’re fucking insane,” you shouted at him.

Johnny looked disgusted at your words. “Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Me?” you asked incredulously, finally shrugging out of his grasp. “Me, don’t talk to you like that? Listen, Johnny, I’m not your shiny little toy you can show off to your friends. I’m a human being. And you have no right telling me who I can and can’t talk to.”

“Come here.” Johnny was looking at you, his mouth a straight line, his eyes cold.

“Why?”

“Come here,” he repeated, and you hesitantly took a step forward, afraid to disobey him when he spoke in such an angry, demanding voice. Johnny reached out, gripping you by the arm before spinning you round quickly, pulling you close to him. Your chest was pressed tightly against his back, his arm across your chest, locking you in place. You could feel his heavy, ragged breathing.

“I’m not happy, Y/N,” he jeered, whispering into your ear harshly. “You’re my angel, and you’ve upset me. Maybe you aren’t such an angel after all.” You thrashed, but his grasp on you only tightened. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Johnny, please,” you begged, your voice nothing but a hoarse whimper.

“Let me talk,” he hissed at you. “You’ve hurt me. And I need to show you - I need to hurt you back.”

“What are you- let me go!” You continued to flail in his hold, kicking out your feet but failing to do any real damage to him.

“Shh, it’ll only last a second,” he hushed you, his lips touching your ear and sending shivers down your spine. You felt him fumble behind you, and found an opportunity for escape, but it was no use. His grip on you was iron-tight, unrelenting. Johnny jabbed you in the chest, slightly to the left of your sternum, directly over your banging heart. You looked down, choking on a sob.

One of Johnny’s pistols, the so-called collectible item, was pressing into your skin.

“Right in the heart, Y/N. That’s where you hurt me.”

“Johnny, please!” you cried, struggling in vain. Tears blurred your vision, and spit flew from your mouth as you pleaded with him. “Let me go, Johnny, I’m sorry!”

“Goodnight, angel.”

You heard the gunshot before you felt it. In fact, you hardly even felt it at all. There was a bang, your ears rang, and then nothing. You collapsed, falling limp in Johnny’s arms. His angel.

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itsboketto · 4 years ago

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output - gojou x f!reader

genre: angsty

warnings: cussing , mentions of sex , death , Utahime mentions

disclaimer: please excuse my terrible writing state, i haven’t written in awhile so I’m just getting back into writing :) also this is in no way to shit on gojou, we all love him 🏹 and yes, i’m aware i used a different anime AMV but the song & arrangement was too good to pass off. thanks for understanding!

WC: 3231

proofreaders/editors: Amanda , Aldu , Zero , & Flora | Thank you so much for fixing my dumb mistakes 👉👈 appreciate you 4 very much!

This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. He was supposed to stay with you forever, he was supposed to go down on one knee and wrap your finger with a diamond ring, he was supposed to have a family with you and have the happiest lifetime with you.

He was too late

A week ago

“Y/n-channn“ Gojou whined while throwing a fit on the bed you both shared. You gave a soft hum, rubbing your eyes with your hand, the flat side of your elbow slightly brushing against his soft fluffy white hair. “I want to eat breakfasttt!” he huffed, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest kissing you on the top your head. “If you hold me like this I won’t be able to cook for you. Make up your mind babe,” you yawned, digging your face into his warm embrace. “What if I want both?” “You don’t get both.” “I’ll get both anyways!” “No you won’t.”. That’s how your everyday went.

He’d wrapped his arms around your waist as you cooked breakfast for him, propping his chin on your shoulder and humming a familiar tune. The way he always ends up making your heart skip a beat every time he looked at you with his breath-taking eyes. How he always was your first priority and always will be. He was your one and only, and you both knew that.

Nothing really concerned you when it came to Gojou. You knew he was always out trying to save others or train his municipals so you never worried about what he was doing.

Today however, he seemed a bit off. He woke up on his own, cooked his own breakfast (and yours), didn’t even try giving you the slightest attention, and just went out to work after he finished getting dressed. The only thing you got was a quick head pat and a “Have a nice day”. You knew things were getting troublesome at work and he was working really hard to train your younger brother, Itadori-kun, but it still hurt that he was giving you the cold shoulder. You ate the sandwich he left on the kitchen counter, thinking about what could've happened that made him so stressed out . You decided to wait until he got home so you can talk it out with him.

He didn’t come back home.

It started getting pitch black as you watched as the clouds flowed with the silent night. You already tried text him, call him, you even called your younger brother Itadori-kun but he seemed to be busy. You were worried sick, not because he wasn’t home, no, but about him acting strange this morning. The last person you called was someone whom you’ve been close to since childhood, Utahime.

“Hello?” she answered, picking up faster than you thought

“Utahime, I know it’s quite late to be calling but I need some comforting” you sighed, hoping she’ll agree to listen

“It’s okay, tell me what’s wrong”

You ended up staying on the call until the sun rose. You apologized to her for taking up her time and suggested to buy her a cup of coffee the next time they meet and she agreed happily. You fell asleep as soon as you hung up, exhausted from the overwhelming emotion you spilled onto your best friend.

The afternoon

The sun ray peaked through the window blinds, flushing into your living room, landing right straight onto your face. You rolled over to the side to avoid the sun light but in the process you nearly fell off the couch side. “Ah!! That scared me..” you grumbled while raising yourself up, yawning and extending your arms up to stretch out the sore bones. “What time is it?” you asked, twisting your head to check the clock; 12:09pm “SHIT I’M LATE” you cussed in a panic and zoomed to your room to get your prepacked bag and went to the kitchen to grab a slice of bread. You slipped out of your slippers and grabbed the keys hanging on the right side of the door. Assuming Gojou was back, you yelled back “Okay babe, I’m leav-” the front door unlocked. It pushed wide open revealing an image you’d like to be forgotten.

Another woman was clinging onto Gojou’s arm

Not only that, but he also reeked of alcohol as well. His face was terribly red and he couldn’t stay put. “Gojou~ I thought you said no one was going to be home” the woman hummed, looking at you with a smile. “Ah? I was sureee Y/n would beee at workkk nowww~” your boyfriend whined while using the girl as support for his heavy head. What the fuck was happening? Who is this woman? Why is he bringing her to our house? Is he serious right now? Too many questions flooded your head but there was one thing clear to you: get him away from that woman. “Um Miss, would you mind letting go of him? I can handle him from here” you gave the woman a genuine smile and stood in-between them, trying your best to drive her away. “Why should I let go when he brought me here, hm?” she didn’t try letting go, her grip tightened. “I appreciate your help, Miss. But he is seeing someone right now so it’d be best to leave” you tried to emphasize your lack of patience, not waiting for her to respond you yanked his arm away from her grip and immediately shut the door after the action. You could hear the woman cuss under her breath while dragging herself away from your unit.

You heaped Gojou onto the living room couch and removed his mask. “Gojou, what happened?” you asked, trying to sound as calm as you could. “Y-y/n? Why are you hereeee?” he asked, adverting his gaze as if he were hiding something. “Who was that woman?” you asked again but firmly this time. “W-who are you talkinggg abouttt?”. He wasn’t in the right state to answer any questions no matter how much you push him. You let out a heavy sigh and walked towards the kettle where the already boiled water was sitting. Pouring the water into his mug, you walked back to him and handed it to him. “Get some rest, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

Gojou left.

You woke up to a cold atmosphere. The sun was up and you’re alone on the couch. It took you a few seconds to remember what happened last time. “Gojou!” you said in an instant. You panicked, hoping he didn’t leave already. The bedroom, bathroom, laundry room, closet. He was gone. You groaned in frustration as you kneaded your fingers with your hair. Why does he keep leaving? What’s going on? Is he avoiding me? The questions just won’t stop coming and it began to impact you and your mood. You knew this wasn’t good since you had shift that night. “Fuck you Gojou...” letting out one last sigh before getting dressed.

“Itadori-kun, could you do me a favour?“

After the call with your brother, you grabbed your house keys and slipped into your sneakers. If he’s going to avoid you, then you’ll just have to go find him. Itadori sent you the address of the club he was at. You weren’t the least concerned about why he was there, all you wanted to know was what was happening. You stepped on the petal and drove to the destination.

At the club

You parked your car in the parking lot at the club. The sign read Sight Eight in bright neon lights. You were unfamiliar with the place, nonetheless the surroundings. Everyone seemed to be drunk off of whatever it is they are on, your heart paced faster the more you walked into the hell hole. It was crowded, too many people made you claustrophobic and stuffy, uncomfortable to the point you wanted to throw up. That didn’t stop you though, your mission was to find Gojou and leave immediately.

“Hey sexy, would you mind dancing with me?” “Damn, your body looks beautiful!” “Come sit beside me, you little slut.”

You couldn’t help but to feel terribly uncomfortable, the way the men stared at you, the way you were out in the open for any of them to prance on you. It was horrible. You didn’t understand why the fuck Gojou would even come close to this place, he never mentioned liking clubs at all and he knew too well that you hated clubs.

You looked everywhere, yet you didn’t spot him anywhere. He would’ve been easily seen because of his tall figure and white hair but he was no where to be seen. You cursed multiple times under your breath, why did you even come here in the first place? To suffocate yourself? You lost thought of your motive, knowing you’d need some fresh air, you walked to the back door and stepped outside.

And there he was.

There he was, devouring another woman. Not just any woman though. He was passionately kissing your best friend, Utahime.

“W-what the fuck are you doing Gojou..”

He snapped out of his actions, whipping his head to the side to see the person he hoped he wouldn’t get caught by. He saw as you also looked at Utahime with an expression he couldn’t figure out. You were tearing apart, the two most important people in your life decided to go behind your back even after all the lies they’ve told you.

“I-it’s not what you think, Y/n!” he panicked, Utahime sparing him regretful looks. You couldn’t understand what was happening. Was this a nightmare? Are you hallucinating? No. No you weren’t, in fact this is at real as it gets and that took your a few moments to take it in.

Gojou told Utahime to leave and apologize next time as he wanted to talk to you privately. “Y/n, I can explain-” he started once again. He tried to approach you, but you flinched at his step, you took a cautious step back, terrified of him as he would somehow hurt you just by walking closer to you. “I don’t want to hear your bullshit anymore, Gojou” you said quietly and ran for it. You pushed the back doors open, heart pumping from the adrenaline. You couldn’t care less about the judging eyes and nasty remarks, all you wanted to do was to get as far away from the man you used to call your one and only.

Your eyes burned from the tears, your sight got blurry to the point you couldn’t see properly, the sounds outside were practically silent. You looked down to your phone when it gave a notification sound. It was Gojou. Your blood boiled from the sight of his name on your phone screen that you stepped on the pedal forgetting you were on a red light.

The driver in front of you tried to stop you with the sound of his car horn. Beep beep beep! You couldn’t hear anymore. Ha! You were practically hysterical at this point. You didn’t even think twice as you slammed on the pedal, your hands moved on it’s own on the hand wheel and your head not thinking straight. You drove right into the traffic pole, almost barely missing the opposite car. The last moments you remembered were hearing an annoying ringing sound in your ear and blurry figures yelling at your motionless body.

GOJOU (song link : loop it!)

He didn’t have any particular reason for doing what he did. He was terribly exhausted from work and he needed an output to excite him before going back to the draining place. He’s already slept with many different women behind your back, always feeling disgusted towards himself before and after the many times he’s had sex with others. However, he easily loses his mind once he starts. This distraction was effective for him, which made him feel that the idea wasn’t so bad after all.

All he had to do was keep it a secret from you and hope that he never gets caught, right?

That was a horrible bet. Even more, he made himself defenseless to many others. He’s been used too many times to count yet he didn’t mind it because he knew it was going to make him feel better.

That one day he drank, he didn’t intend to get drunk. Someone must’ve put a drug in his drink when he wasn’t watching. He passed out on the 3rd shot. The person whom took him to a spare room at the party most likely fucked him while he was asleep. The next morning, he knew he fucked up. Walking up to a person that isn’t you. He wanted to go back to you as soon as possible but the woman was too hard to resist as she seduced him. He ended up drinking before going back home, the woman apparently found him drinking by her door.

He knew he was indeed suspicious at that point. Trust was something very important to you yet he broke it so easily. He didn’t end there, even though he already at the questioning stage, he didn’t stop. He continued to hook up with random women, sleeping with them, and then not going home back to you.

He knew this would hurt you. He knew his actions were more than unacceptable. But his addiction was too hard to handle.

“W-what the fuck are you doing Gojou..”

That voice, that setting, and that person were all enough to make Gojou’s world go upside down. He hoped it wasn’t the person he was thinking of as he whipped his head towards the voice’s direction.

It was you.

On instinct, he tried to cover the woman he was kissing right there an then. The person you were the closest to, the person you trusted the most, the person you called a best friend was the person that was pushed behind his back in attempt to hide her from you.

He was caught. And caught by the last person he’d like to be caught by.

He couldn’t think of any words, the only sentence that came out was “I-it’s not what you think, Y/n!” and “Y/n I can explain-”. Really Gojou? Was that the only thing you could mutter out? That sentence obviously did no better than what she just witnessed. He tried to approach you but of course you dashed the opposite direction. He ran behind you, trying to catch up to you but you were already in your car by the time he reached the cashier counter. He exited the club and yelled your name as if it would do anything to stop you. “Y/N!”

He reached into his pocket and called you, texted you, tried anything to contact you but you didn’t answer them. He groaned in frustration, sliding his back on the glass door then sitting himself down on the ground. Look at what he’s done. What was he supposed to do now? You probably won’t even let him in the house even if he begged. It was all over now. He made the biggest mistake of his life.

He dragged himself to the street and called for a taxi home. He stared out the window, wondering what will happen now. His eyes blurred from the burning tears. Just thinking of every outcome made him realize that you were never going to forgive him.

Bringg! Bringg!

His ringtone ringed! He excitedly flipped his phone on, only to face an unknown number. His expression immediately changed, was he too hopeful? Either way, he needed to pick up that call incase it was inportant.

“Hello? Is this Mr.Satoru?“

What? “Yes, that is indeed me”

“Hello Mister, this is the JLK hospital. Miss L/n had you saved as an emergency contact, I am here to inform you that she’s in our hospital.”

What? “What do you mean in the hospital-”

“She got into a car accident, Mist-”

He hung up the phone. He couldn’t believe his ears. Y/n? In a car accident? He yelled at the driver “JLK HOSPITAL. NOW!”. He was worried enough to the point he wanted to break the land under him.

At JLK

He threw the cab whatever he had in his wallet, not caring about the amount. All he was focused on was you. He pushed the front doors open, patients looking at him as if he were a mad man. He ran straight to the reception counter, panting in every word he spoke.

“Y-y/n! W-where is s-she!?”

The receptionist, frightened, tried to calm him down as he breathed in and out deeply.

“She’s in the emergency room-“

He didn’t blink for a minute, he dashed towards the emergency arrows, running through the quiet halls, only reaching the locked door at the end of the hall. He banged the doors, praying that you were fine.

“LET ME IN! LET ME SEE Y/N!” was what he yelled continuously.

Nurses had to hold him back from disturbing the doctors and nurses trying to save your cold and still body.

He sat on the chairs right by the doors, waiting for some kind of reassurance, some kind of comfort to tell him you were still with him.

The large metal doors open from the emergency room. He beamed up, looking for a relieved or happy expression from the doctor but there was...

Nothing.

“I’m very sorry Mr.Satoru” the doctor said, pained to even look at you straight. “She was found with a glass barely missing her right lung, she also suffered from a major head injury caused from the accident..” they said but judging by his expression they decided to stop talking.

“C-can I go s-see her?“ he stuttered

There you were. Lifelessly lying on the hospital bed, covered up with a white cold sheet. He took a few steps into the room, only then stopping mid-way. He had no right to go near you, he had no right to mourn for you, he had no right to associate with you. He knew that, but he needed to see you one last time. Approaching you, seeing how your face paler than snow and your body just as cold as ice.

He squeezed your hand, crying his lungs out. Screaming at you to come back to him as if that would help. He prayed for a miracle, somehow thinking you would open your eyes and wrap your arms around his broad back. Your head resting on his chest and how you nuzzled into his embrace. How you had small arguments with him and letting him win because you just loved him that much.

But that wasn’t going to happen anymore.

He didn’t even get the chance to say sorry. To tell you how much you meant to him, how much he loved you, and how much he wished he had spent more time with you. He kept regretting every decision he made, hoping you could somehow hear him begging for you to come back.

It took him hours to take in the reality. The doctors told him he had 5 more minutes before they had to take you away to the morgue. He shook your hand one last time, finally accepting the news. You were gone and he couldn’t bring you back.

“I love you, Y/n..”

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kickingitwithkirk · 5 years ago

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The Coupon Book Of Love

Summary: Dean and Y/N have a falling out during a hunt and return not speaking. This upsets Jack who decides to help fix their relationship.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Confused Jack Kline, Mentions of Sam and Cas

A/N: for @winchester-fantasies #winchesterfantasies1000followerschallenge.

Word Count: 2623

Warnings: fluff, some arguments, ogling of m/f body, necking, mild language, implied sex

Prompt: 10. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing fluff so hopefully it doesn’t suck and there was to be coupon photos included but I couldn’t get them the right size and had to delete.

*No beta, all mistakes are mine

*****

Jack Kline was sad.

Dean and Y/N had returned from a hunt not speaking to each other. This was not completely abnormal for them. Their relationship is one of extreme passions, running hot or cold depending on the day.

It was when Y/N moved back into her old room and Dean started drinking all the whiskey in the bunker they all knew something very bad had happened. Sam tried to find out what had happened but all he could get out of either of them was ask Dean or ask Y/N.

After Sam retired for the night, Jack went to his father Castiel and asked why do people who are in love like Y/N and Dean hurt each other?

He said that human love is complicated and had no definitive answer.

Jack could not let them go on like this. Y/N was perfect for Dean, she could help with his highs and lows, make him smile when he was in one of his dark moods and had an off kilter sense of humor that matched his.

So Jack turned to the internet looking for the answer.

He found all sorts of sites with recommendations how to: repair relationships, muddle through misunderstandings, blogs from magazines like Cosmo on how to fix things with your significant other, spice up your love life, even watching Dr. Phil on YouTube.

But most of the advice given was about vocalizing thoughts and feelings and Dean doesn’t do those things.

Jack starts thinking when they return from a hunt Y/N will say to Dean, “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.” Dean’s eyes always lit up like the displays at Christmas when Y/N asks him for a cuddle. Which is weird because Dean is vocal that he doesn’t cuddle.

Sam teases Dean that Y/N’s secret code for nookie didn’t fool anyone. Dean tells him to shut up while smiling.

Jack shakes his head, is cuddle and nookie the same or are they different things...humans are very confusing.

He’s about ready to quit when he notices a tab for Pinterest that wasn’t closed yesterday and clicks on it. There were a few boards; cooking, pies, vintage cars, pinup girls.

Unlike what Sam is always saying, Dean does use the internet for more than watching porn.

Jack scrolls around for a while looking at other pins when he sees something. Tapping on the photo he reads the description. He likes the idea presented but it’s not quite right for Dean and Y/N...

...so he comes up with his own plan.

******

The Next Morning

Dean staggers into the kitchen looking for coffee. Lots of coffee after another night spent with Jack, Jim and some wild turkey. Going over to the pot he wonders why Sam hadn't made it after his morning run like usual. Dean sees a piece of paper taped to it with a typed message.

Please go to the library ASAP.

Dean ponders the note while the coffee is brewing and grudgingly heads there after pouring a mug. He is surprised to see Y/N standing by the table looking as tired as he felt. Then he notices a paper in her hand. “Got one too?” He asks, slowly moving to the other side, the table separating them.

She nods once in acknowledgment.

On the table between them is a letter and two small boxes with their names written on them. Dean slides the letter towards him and reads it out loud.

Dear Dean and Y/N,

I don’t like it when you fight, it makes me sad. You're treating your love as something disposable. I want you to be happy like before and since both of you are stubborn so I’ve come up with a way to help.

Each box possesses a specifically tailored coupon for each of you with extra, individual instructions accompanying it and must be completed together once a day in order.

Sam, Cas and I are on a hunt so you have the bunker to yourselves. Have fun.

PS: No peeking ahead-this means you Dean.

*****

CAR WASH

I can't believe I agreed to do this repeatedly going through Dean's head as he entered the garage after they had opened the boxes and shared their first coupons.

He’s grabbing the paraphernalia kept there for bathing his Baby when Y/N walks in wearing...oh crap...that button down plaid shirt tied up under her bust and those cutoffs made from an old pair of jeans of his that hug her curves just right.

Okay, if that’s how she want to play…game on baby.

Dean hands her a sudsy bucket giving her the look. Y/N blinks perplexed as he walks over turning on the faucet and starts wetting down the Impala.

She pulls out the sponge and starts soaping down the passenger side as Dean works on the drivers side. They watch each other, quickly looking away when caught.

By the time they meet at the trunk they're both wet, Dean’s t-shirts clinging, accentuating his torso and his jeans have molded to his bowed legs and scrumptious bum. Y/N abruptly hurries to the front of the car.

Dean, smirking to himself, makes the mistake of looking up through the windows. He can see Y/N stretching over the hood as far as she can reach, water and bubbles sliding over the slope of her breasts, nipples pebbled up under the material.

She bends down in front and he quietly steps to his right looking down the side of the car and can see her pert rear swaying in the air as she's scrubbing the grill. Dean reaches over the top of his jeans, pushing down his harding length.

“Okay, she's clean enough, I'll finish up here.” Dean gruffly states. Y/N pops up confused, “Um, are you sure, we haven't waxed yet.”

Dean feels himself flushing, that’s the last thing he needs right now is Y/N’s breasts bouncing as she's vigorously buffing his...car. “I forgot to get a new can, we’ll do it later.”

“I’ll go get cleaned up and meet you back here in an hour for the next part.” Y/N says as she leaves the garage hips swaying as she walks up the steps.

“Good thing were not leaving right away.” Dean mutters to himself grimacing at how his wet jeans have become way too constricting.

~~~~

Y/N slid the prepacked basket onto the trunk and shut it, hearing Dean come to a sudden halt and peered over the roof at him, taking in his flushed expression.

“Something wrong?” She inquires.

“I.. uh..I haven't seen you in that in a long time.” Dean stammers out awestruck waving his hand at Y/N’s appearance. Her hairs pinned up in loose waves and dressed in the tea length, off the shoulder summer dress he loves on her.

“Not the most practical thing to wear when chopping off a vamps head.” She quips.

“So, where are we going?” Dean asks, pulling the key out of his pocket.

“I’m to drive us...” she starts, “Nope, not happening sweetheart.” Dean steely interrupts.

Sighing Y/N walks over, “My instructions say I'm to drive to a predetermined location and I can't tell you where it is so I need the keys,” holding her hand out, “Please.”

Dean clenched his jaw reluctantly handing her the keys and got in the passenger side.

They drove for about an half hour, Dean glaring out the front window the entire time. Y/N turned onto a tree lined gravel road going a quarter mile before stopping. They sit in silence gazing out the front window astounded.

In front of them is an abundantly flowering meadow surrounding a small, private lake.

Jack couldn't have picked out a more perfect place.

“Sooo...what are we supposed to be doing?”

Y/N hands him the coupon reading…

ROMANTIC PICNIC

*****

MOVIE NIGHT

Y/N enters the Dean Cave not surprised Dean’s already settled in one of the recliners with pizza, popcorn and various other snacks spread out and a twelve pack Margiekugel cooling in the iced tub between the chairs.

They had spent the day doing various choirs separately around the bunker to give each other some space after yesterday. Y/N admitted to intentionally teasing Dean while washing the Impala and vice versa. During their picnic, something neither of them would ever normally do, they had fun together.

Dean seemed to be enjoying spending time together like they haven’t had much of lately but when they got back he decided to go out for a few cold ones instead of spending the evening in and pissing off Y/N.

“Ready for a marathon of The Man with No Name sweetheart?” Dean smugly asks trying to get a rise out of her. Y/N’s grabs some pizza and settling in the other chair takes a big bite of the meat lovers slice and chews slowly. Dean stares wondering why she hasn’t reacted, well aware Eastwood is not a favorite of hers.

Y/N finishes chewing, fishes a beer out of the tub opening it and after taking a long draw finally glances at Dean and flashes her coupon.

CONTROL OF THE REMOTE

“Sonovabitch,” Dean spits out, sinking in the chair cause knowing Y/N she’ll pick some long-ass, drawn out British dramedy that Sam’s the only one willing to watch with her, “I'm gonna get that Nephilim for this,” he pouts but will never admit he’s actually pouts.

A saccharin smile crosses Y/N’s lips as she takes the remote from him and brings up the menu to select a movie. Dean kills the beer in his hand and grabs another as she continues searching, occasionally clicking on one before going back undecided.

“Will you just pick something so we can get it over with.” Dean surly growls out, opening his fifth beer. Y/N gives him an annoyed huff pressing start.

Dean jerks upright in surprise at her choice, “Seriously, we're watching...”

“...I don't like spaghetti westerns but seems you forgot I do like slasher films,” Y/N interrupts, “and don't you dare tell Sam, he already thinks I'm off my beam since we got together as it is.”

“Alright and I'll not take that last part as an insult.” Dean happily agrees, snagging the popcorn/M&M’s bowl shoveling in a mouthful as Y/N rolls her eyes, settling in to enjoy an evening of some slice and dice together.

*****

HOME COOKED MEAL

‘’Argh! This is ridiculous, what made Jack think I could cook anything?” Y/N yells at the tablet sitting innocuous on the counter in front of her with the recipe Jack had picked out, taunting her.

Dean stopped in the doorway observing the mess Y/N is making of his kitchen. The flour bag is tipped over one counter spilling on the floor, the cutting board has something green cut into so many different shapes it's unidentifiable, other various items scattered about as the skillet on the stove is starting to smoke.

Then the alarm goes off screeching throughout the kitchen.

“Turn the stove off!” He yells over the alarm rushing over switching the stove off and grabbing a lid to smother the fire. Once it's out he turns on Y/N, “Are you trying to burn the place down? Don't you know not to set the heat on high under oil?”

“Yes Dean, I'm trying to burn the bunker down so I can get out of doing this!” Y/N screeches loudly waving the coupon in Dean’s shocked face.

He's never heard her like this, Y/N is one of those people that nothing outside of hunting makes her lose her cool, it’s one of the reasons he fell for her.

Dean approaches cautiously, reaches out placing his hands on her shoulders and slowly running his hands up and down her arms. “Baby, it’ll be fine but you need to calm down,” softly speaking in the soothing voice he used to use to calm Sam down when he was little and having a nightmare. “Now, what are we fixing for dinner?”

“Salmon Croquettes with wild rice and steamed asparagus.” Y/N glances over at the tablet, “I can’t understand why Jack would give me this, he knows I can’t even boil water outside of a tea kettle and...what do you mean we?”

“You really think Jack would intentionally let you cook anything outside of a bowl of cereal after the Cajun waffle incident?”

“They weren’t that bad.”

“Sweetheart, we had to buy a new waffle iron.”

“Alright Guy Fieri, what does yours say?” Dean pulls the coupon out of his pocket.

DESERT NIGHT

“I got your favorites and if you're a good girl,” Dean pauses, licking his lips teasingly, “I’ll let you decide how to devour them.”

*****

Dean grabs his jacket off the chair back and heads to the library looking forward to tonight's activities. Well, he’s part of it anyways since Y/N hinted hers was something he never ever did.

Dean steps up into the room and stops dead in his tracks when he sees Y/N sitting at the table in her outfit for evening.

“Damn sweetheart.”

“You don’t clean up to bad yourself Winchester,” Y/N remarks as she gets up walking around him, seeming to be mentally undressing him, “and since I don’t know where we’re doing tonight I was thinking that if you play your cards right,” she leans up, her voice husky next to his ear, “you might get lucky.”

Dean takes his plump lower lip between his teeth and slowly lets it slide out making Y/N’s breath hitch as they stare into each other's eyes.

“So what are we doing tonight?” Y/N inquiries in a slightly breather voice than normal.

DATE NIGHT

Dean slides his arms around her waist, “I was thinking of taking you somewhere you haven’t been in a while,” he leans down kissing along her collarbone, moving up the side of her neck, “depends on what your half of the evening entails.”

Y/N retrieves the coupon from her jeans back pocket and Dean groans, dropping his head onto her shoulder.

SLOW DANCE

“I was thinking we can do what this coupon literally says or we could interpret it a different way.”

“Okay, I'm listening.” Dean mumbles.

“Well, there was no specific instruction from Jack as to what type of slow dance...” Dean’s head snaps up, his pupils dilating to the point the mossy green color has all but disappeared as Y/N keeps talking about the different types of slow dancing they could try.

“What are you asking?” Dean interrupts, his whisky roughened voice is even more gravelly sounding as his aching with desire.

Y/N walks backwards till her hips bump against the library's table, hops up on it leaning back onto her elbows, “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with.”

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Later that night

“So we agree we're not gonna tell them the real reason for our fight?” Y/N asks as she finishes braiding her shower damp hair, sitting at the foot of the bed. Deans leaning against the headboard with their last two coupons sitting upside down next to his sweat pant clad hip.

“They’ll think it’s stupid, especially Sam,” Dean remarks, “so, you ready to admit that Die Hard is a Christmas movie.”

“Nope, you're never gonna convince me,” Y/N pronounces as she climbs onto Dean's lap leaning forward to softly brush her lips over Dean's before sitting back and picking up the coupons turns them over...

YOU WIN THE FIGHT

“I think we better hang on to these, ya know, just in case.”

#winchesterfantasies1000followerschallenge #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #deanxreader #sam winchester #castiel #jack kline #spn #dean winchester x you

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kylos-bens · 4 years ago

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Mistakes Like This ↠ Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obi-Wan x Reader) Chapter 11

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: violence against droids lololol well dummies. some soft lowkey domestic obi??? Will make your heart weak???!!?! SUM SMUT OFC TO ADD ON TO THAT.

Tags: @blondekel77 @jediknight-22 @wellhellothere1002

A/N: I’ve been waiting to get to this chapter. Always wanted to write about stuff happening in Coruscant 😜

Before dinner, you decided to go through a training course. That was your usual routine when back when you were Padawan and it was the perfect time to do it because it was usually empty. You can set it up to how you like it and there were no issues with others.

A few Padawan learners were just leaving when you arrived and you picked up a holopad to start setting the course. You put it to the highest setting and customized what the training droid would attack you with. The room was empty now and then balls of light started rising from the ground and expanded. It was a change of scenery to a desert planet. The temperature of the room rose and beads of sweat started to form on your forehead. The simulated sun was beating down on you that you actually had to shield your eyes from it to get a good look at your surroundings.

You stretched and thought this would be a piece of cake. It was more like trying to beat your highest score. You pace around waiting for the droid to appear. You ignite your lightsaber and see the droid drop down from above. The more advance the setting the more agile these droids become that they almost mimic people. It straightened itself out and it raised its arm igniting a double-bladed yellow lightsaber.

You immediately went for a swing and it blocked you. The droid backed away and swung the sabers at lightspeed. The lightsabers kept meeting at every attack and you shout at the droid to give it all it's got. It does backflips and jumps but you could do the same and caught up to it. It was a jab and swing with a few occasions of close calls of this droid being impaled. This went on for a few more minutes until you sliced the double-bladed lightsaber in half and swung yours quickly to decapitate the droid. It sparked and fell to its knees.

The simulation changes quickly and you are now on a docking bay surrounded by battle droids. Without hesitation, they start shooting at you and you blocked all the attacks the best you could. Right now you were outnumbered and you crouched down so the other battle droids could shoot one of their own. It was starting to bore you so you lifted up all the droids with the Force and as they stayed suspended in the air shooting out and shooting their guns you crushed them by closing your fist. They all started dropping like flies and the simulation started to waver. You looked up confused as to what happened because you knew there was more. The docking bay changed back to the training course room.

"Having fun?" Obi-Wan was standing behind you and you laughed.

"Yea I just wanted to see how fast I could beat this," you wiped away the sweat off your forehead. "You need me for something?"

"Did you have dinner yet?" he puts the hood over his head. You raised an eyebrow at him and he hands you over your brown robes.

"No, why? What is this for?" you hold your robes up in front of you.

"We're going out," he says and you furrow your brows.

"We have to look for someone?" you put on the robes and he shakes his head.

"No darling I'm just going to take you out for the night," he smiled behind the beard.

"Wow really?" Your heart raced and the way he was standing so close to you here in the Jedi Temple gave you exhilaration for some reason. "I remember when you used to hate when I left the Temple."

"Well, that was when you were a Padawan," the both of you started to leave out of the room. "Now tell me how did you sneak out?"

It was a warm feeling walking through the Uscru District of Coruscant with Obi-Wan. No one recognized who you were and since everyone liked to mind their own business they barely looked at the both of you. Plus everyone else was wearing some kind of hooded attire. Since you lived and trained on Coruscant there was never a moment the both of you were exploring Coruscant together. Obi might have done that in his youth and you have your own share of experiences through the different districts.

It was a busy night and you could see everyone gathering at the clubs and restaurants. A few humanoids were standing at the corners selling who knows what and you made a comment to Obi-Wan that you were going to try it out. He scoffed and said that you wouldn't want to do that. The both of you laughed and you felt the back of his hand brush against yours. You went quiet and thought to yourself about taking his hand.

"What do you think about stew?" Obi-Wan stopped walking and you watched him look up at the restaurant. Hot Stew was flashing in red neon lights in Aurabesh.

"Sure it's been a while since I've had that," you followed him through the doors and the restaurant was packed. It was a good sign that they had good food. Music was blasting and you looked around the place to see what everyone was getting to eat. It seemed like stew was the only option here. Obi guided you through the maze of people and he finally found a spot at the back. A group of friends were sitting at the table close to the both of you. They were laughing and you listened in on their conversation. It was mostly about gossip and drama in the Coruscant high profiles.

You remembered the times you would go out to this district on your own pretending you were one of them. Just living a life amongst the millions of people in the Uscru District.

As soon as Obi and you say comfortably at the table a droid came around. It introduced itself to the both of you and displayed a screen on its torso. "Wow they have all kinds of stew!" you looked at the screen and Obi looked through and he stopped at one spot.

"Bantha stew?" he suggested to you. "Wow they even have nerf stew. Have you ever had that?"

"Nerf? No let's try it!" you got excited. Nerf was never part of the diet at the Temple so you were curious as to what it tasted like. Obi-Wan ordered two bowls of it and the droid processed it. It started to beep and steam. You watched as the torso of the droid opened up and two bowls of the nerf stew were ready.

"It smells good," Obi-Wan reached for the wooden bowls and the droid poured out some sort of juiced from the palm of its hand. It placed the cups next to you. It also produced toasted bread from its torso and placed between you and Obi-Wan.

"That would be ten credits," the droid opens up it's palm. You were reaching for the credits in your pocket but Obi-Wan dropped his own into the hand of the droid. It thanked the both of you and moved on to the next customer.

"Here's the five credits," you put them on the table for Obi.

"Save it for later," he blows on a spoonful of steaming stew. You shrugged and pocketed it. You looked down at your own bowl and the thick soup was steaming and you can see the chunks of nerf floating in it.

"How is it?" you looked back at Obi-Wan who was already chewing. He just nods his head before swallowing.

"I'm surprised it good," he says and you blow on a spoonful before taking a bite. It was really flavorful and the nerf meat tasted fresh and melts in the mouth. You had to agree with him and the both of you shared the bread at the middle.

"Better than the dinner from the Temple!"you joked and removed the hood from over your head. Obi-Wan was busy with his own bowl but he did take some time to break pieces of the bread to give to you. You commented about how cozy you felt and he agreed. Then it came to the subject of who would do a better job at replicating the stew and it turned into a whole debate but he ends up yielding to you because you mentioned how you never saw him make food for himself. On missions he was always looking for the prepacked meals. Then he made a comment about how you can be a chef on side. He chuckled while you just rolled your eyes. The aura between the both of you this evening was so relaxed. It was a change and you like it this was. It was so odd but you weren't complaining. It was on rare occasions you'd get to spend some time with Obi-Wan and no other responsibilities nagging you.

He was enjoying himself as well and it surprised you when he called the droid back to order spotchka. The droid returned with a bottle of the blue liquid and two glasses. It poured the both of you a glass and left. "It's been a while since I've had some," you lift the glass and swirl the liquid around before taking a sip. Obi-Wan started to tell you about the days when he was training under Qui-Gon. He lowered his head and looked down at his own spotchka.

"Last time I had it was with him," Obi says and you stared at his hand gripping the glass. Without hesitating you slip your hand into his. He looked up at you again and there was a trace of sadness on his face. This was probably bring back memories of his old master. You traced the back of knuckles and there were a few cuts that were healing. Without thinking you lift his hand to kiss them and you held his gaze as you did. The bustling restaurant suddenly felt so distant and it felt like it was only the two of you. He opened up his palm and cradled your cheek. You kept yours hand on his and he smiled at you softly.

Obi-Wan didn't have to say anything. He let some of his guard and you read what he was thinking about. "You won't lose me too," you said to him out loud.

"I know," he holds on to you tighter.

The both of you were out of that restaurant and back on the bustling street. The nightlife in this district was invigorating and it brought back some fond memories when you were a Padawan and you sneaked out with some of your friends. Obi-Wan at the time was probably aware but he never brought it up with you. That gave you an idea of where to go with him.

You stopped walking and he turned around lifting his hood off his head. "Is something the matter darling?" he asked. You take his hand and he stared down at it. His large warm hand grasped your own and it felt good to be doing this in public.

"Can I show you something?" you asked. He nods and you drag him through a crowd and both of you put your hoods back up. His grip on your hand tightened as you almost ran throughout the people. There was so much noise but you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

You looked around as you were starting to get familiar with the location. The lower district was coming closer and Obi-Wan stopped you. "You're not lost are you?" he asked. "We shouldn't move away from Uscru."

"Trust me on this one," you turned to him and then spot the familiar alley. "This way." You lead him through an alley and Obi-Wan kept his hand over his lightsaber. There was a ledge coming up and finally let go of his hand. You looked up to see the Coruscant skies with ships flying and the neon lights giving the haze a dreamy view. "We just need to get up there." You point at the ledge. It was a quick hop up and without breaking a sweat you were up on the ledge. Obi-Wan followed right after you and removed his hood again seeing that both of you were alone on the rooftop. He followed you as you balanced your way to another ledge and climbed up so you can reach the rooftop.

"I didn't know you were going to make me climb buildings tonight," Obi-Wan says as he lifts himself up. You take his arm and pulled him up.

"For this view of course I was," you said and when he looked up you saw the awe in his face. Up on this building that you both scaled there was a perfect view of Coruscant. You could see the Uscru district and between the buildings you can see the Federal District where the Jedi Temple.

"How did you find this?" Obi-Wan stood next to you.

"I wanted a place to be alone," you leaned on the ledge. "This I where I went. I got to see everything and pretend I was not a Jedi." There was silence from Obi-Wan and you hear him shuffle next to you. The whirring of the buildings and ships calmed you for some reason.

"I can see the appeal," Obi-Wan whispered. From the corner of you eye you can see him look around and then his gaze lands on you. You feel his fingers slip into your hair and he kissed your temple. "What else did you do?"

"Meditated out here," you moved closer to him. It felt so right to be in his arms and he looked back out to the horizon. "I thought about you."

"And what about me?" he gently massaged the back of your neck.

"I wondered if we were different people you'd see me as an equal," you take the loose thread from the sleeve of his robe and twist it around your finger.

"I could see it," he said and you stayed silent. That thought came up a lot and if Obi-Wan wasn't a Jedi he would work as diplomat. You'd think about how your paths would cross if you worked as a curator at the Coruscant Museum of Galactic Cultures. It was just your fantasies when you were much younger. Thinking about it now he would probably be married and have a family of his own.

"Really?" you laughed at your own thoughts.

"You don't?" he holds your chin. There was concentration written all over his face and you can tell he was trying to read you. "I wouldn't be married."

"Would I be your young mistress if you were?" you joked with him and he let out a hearty laugh.

"This version of you is perfect," Obi-Wan holds you close to him. "A Jedi Knight and Jedi Master." You stroke his beard and look up to him.

"I just want to stay like this," you whispered on his lips. He leans into a kiss and you feel his arms tighten around you. The taste of spotchka lingered on your tongues and you deepen the kiss. He presses you against the ledge and you snake your hands into his hair. You stayed in an embrace as you kissed for a little while longer. "Do we have to go back to the Temple?"

"No we'll find some place to stay," he was breathing heavy on your lips.

A place you did find. It was towards the edge of the Uscru district. A motel that was fit for scoundrels of Coruscant. There was a few sketchy individuals hanging around outside and one tried to sell you death sticks. Obi-Wan brushed right by him and you followed him into the the building.

The place was musty and it smelled rancid. However, both of you wanted to be hidden as best as you could. The farther away from the Jedi Temple the better. Obi-Wan got a keycard for a room and the manager tried to get a good look at the both of you but Obi-Wan just waved his hand over the Rodian. He went silent and Obi-Wan motioned for you to follow him. "I don't think you needed to do that," you walked by his side.

"I'm just being cautious," Obi said and he lets you up the stairs. You were not sure about the plans for the rest of the evening with the amount of spotchka you both had sleep was the most likely outcome. There was also a feeling that you didn't want to let this night go to waste. It was an opportunity to be with Obi-Wan without holding back.

Once you got to the door of your room Obi-Wan inserts the card and it slides open. He lets you in and you looked around the cheap motel room. It was dusty and you can real no one has been in here. A bed was placed right under the window and you went over and placed your robe over the sheets. Blinds covered an elongated window and you peaked through them. There wasn't a decent view to see it was just the view of the building next door. The neon lights blinked red. You open the blinds and through the cracks and the red neon lights flood the room and on to the bed.

Obi-Wan sat at the end of the bed with his back turned to you. He was removing his boots and you watched as the fabric of his robe stretched against his back. You went over and placed your hand on the back of his head stroking his hair. The nervousness you feel whenever you're in a closed off room with him returned. Now that there was no distraction you weren't sure how you would feel. "I'm going to use the refresher," you were just about to part from him when he takes your arm. The red lights blinked off and the room was in darkness. You felt his hand go to your waist and squeeze you.

"Don't go," he whispered and you felt him press his head against your stomach. The red lights blinked on again and it wavered weakly. You move your hands to remove his robes and did this skillfully. Both of you were familiar with how to take them off layer by layer now. He looked up at you and in in the red light his eyes had a darker shade. With the way he looked at you there was some desperation there. As you were being slowly undressed he placed kisses down the valley of your breast. You placed your knee between his legs on the bed.

His hand found their own way down the side of your body peeling away the robes. You teased him by pulling his lower lip with your teeth. He grumbled and you smiled. Obi-Wan laid back and you smooth your hands over the sparse hairs on his chest. He groans a little when you add the pressure of your warm core over his bulge. You kiss Obi-Wan and he reached up behind the back of your head to hold you longer against him.

The room was in darkness again and you slipped out of your undergarments. You here the thump and roll of your lightsaber on the metal flooring. Obi-Wan shimmied out of his own clothes from under you. He was more careful with his weapon and in the darkness you find his cock to wrap your hands around it. "Are you comfortable?" you stroke him and he breathes a yes. The red light came back on and you can see his face again. His eyes were closed and his head tilted back as you pleasure him with both your hands.

"A little faster darling," he opened one eye at you and you do as he says while licking the palm of your hand to lubricate him. He moans out your name and it was making your insides quake already. You shift over so you were straddling one of his thighs. His hand reached up to grab hold of your neck as you slide up and down on his thigh. The friction pleasuring you enough to get you to whimper. Obi-Wan watched as you worked on his cock and you rocked back and forth on his thigh.

The wetness from your cunt soaked him up and he stayed as still as he could so you can work yourself into climax. He didn't even mind that you let go of his cock so he took that as an opportunity to hold both your hands as you rubbed your swollen nub against his thigh. A loud whine escaped your lips and you couldn't cover your mouth. He trailed his hands to your elbows and held you there tightly as you aimlessly grind yourself against him. Obi-Wan curious as to what you managed to do on him lifts his leg up to meet the rocking of your hips. It was turning him on and he wanted to see how you will come apart. He's seen you do it so many times and was not tired of hearing you call his name out in ecstasy.

Obi-Wan let go of your elbows and took hold of your hips so he can press you harder against his thigh. He even sat up again so he can kiss your neck. You grip his shoulders and sped up your grinding. "That's right darling. Keep going," he was desperate.

"Obi-Wan. . . oh my Maker ," you whimpered as he placed his hand against your clit and rubbed in circles. The intensity was building up and you couldn't help but cry out in pleasure. He reached up behind you and grasped a fistful of your hair.

His thigh was slick with your arousal and at any moment you were going to explode in pleasure. He takes one of your nipples between his fingers and the other in his mouth. "I'm going to cum!" you whined and the rhythm of your rocking was to your liking. Obi-Wan encouraged your climax by rubbing your clit as well and it wasn't long till the wave of pleasure spread through your body. You shivered and trembled as a climax was initiated. Obi-Wan was holding you up so he can see your face and body contort in pleasure.

"Maker you looked absolutely beautiful," he whispered running his thumb over you lips. You hold onto his wrist and you still rock you swollen nub gently on his thighs. Your mind was back in its post climax haze and all you wanted to do was fall against his body after that stint but now he has other plans. His cock was stiff and he held it in his hand pumping it. "Turn around darling."

#star wars #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #star wars fanfic #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi #Coruscant #I’m so in love with this chapter #Mistakes Like This (Obi-Wan Kenobi Fic)

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rvmmm21 · 4 years ago

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just realised it’d probably be a good idea to actually post some hybrid stuff instead of just shouting myself out, huh.

jindo!seungwan x vampire!joohyun.

‘come here, little puppy’

...

thwack!

Razor- sharp fangs were at the ready as the trap went off. A shrill yelp filled the cool air and sent a flock of birds scattering into the midnight sky. Setting up a trap was very un-vampire like, but she never cared for the chase. She was impatient; wanting to sink her fangs into her prey as soon as possible. It had been a while, too long in fact, since the vampiress had had a fresh meal of any sort. The modern day and age often left her with little choice but to resort to prepacked blood bags from local vending machines. They were as bland as they were pricey, and Bae Joohyun had found herself increasingly unwilling to spend that much money on stale tasting pigs’ blood.

Freshly caught meals were a rare luxury, and Joohyun smirked as she readied herself for the first kill of the night.

Rounding the tree from where she’d been waiting, she gracefully made her way over to the tiny shifting bundle shrouded in the shadows. Her enhanced vision told her something was amiss about this meal; mainly the fact that it was not in the shape of her usual deer or other small animal, but very, very human.

Well, kind of human.

Joohyun was processing newer information with each step she took. She would’ve automatically passed the hectic bundle under the thick, roped net as a human. A human girl, no less. That was until she noted the pair of soft, pointy ears nestled between thick locks of layered golden-brown curls and the fluffy tail behind her.

Ah, a hybrid, she thought, stepping into the moonlight and making her presence known to the oblivious little heap thrashing about at her feet.

She stood there, unmoving, and fighting every urge to just pick the little thing up and carry it home right then.

The captured girl froze in her tracks when she felt a sudden cold gush over her, making her shiver and prick her sensitive ears towards the direction of the stillness.

How cute.

Yes, she wouldn’t lie. Joohyun had fully intended on devouring anything and everything the night (and net) brought her. The squeals and struggles of her usual kills gave her no pause as she drained them dry and carelessly disposed of their carcasses. However, this. This was different. She surprised herself with how instantly infatuated she was by this adorable little hybrid. The way her ears were pressed flat against her head, weighed down by the heavy rope. The way her tail quivered ever so slightly, in fear no doubt, and those big, soft brown eyes with the unknowing ability to pierce right through her cold, dead soul. If she had a heart, it would’ve been fluttering and doing backflips by now, she was sure of it.

The vampire was so consumed by her captive that she forgot to be angry that she’d been swindled out of tonight’s meal.

The girl, on the other hand, was completely terrified as she beheld this elegant vampiric beauty with sleek raven hair casting a looming shadow over her trapped form. Her skin was flawless, un-kissed by anything other than the moon and it seemed to shimmer ethereally under the light of the stars. Her heart was going a million miles a minute, audibly thumping against her ribcage as her canine senses picked up on a peculiar warmth to this woman despite her deathly steely exterior. The woman began circling her, and she followed the movement with wide, shaky eyes.

Her attention snapped to the figure now crouching down beside her.

“Well look what we have here,” she sneered, making a show of licking her blood-red lips as the girl squeaked in fear, “A lonely puppy, all for me to snatch up.”

Joohyun had decided not to eat her, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t toy with her a little.

The terrified girl gave a small whimper and tried to scoot back as far away from the vampire as she could. But the net was small, and she’d pulled it taut in no time, exhausting all her options of escape.

The woman chuckled darkly and closed the distance between them once again. She didn’t miss how hard her little captive was panting, chest erratically rising and falling with every panicked breath.

“Nowhere to run, I’m afraid,” Joohyun paused when she caught sight of the girl’s neck; the paleness enhancing the way her pulse point on her jaw throbbed madly, and so deliciously bare.

My my, is she really? If she is… then this is too good to be true. Oh, this is Christmas.

“Oh dear, little puppy,” she smirked, feigning concern to which she already had the answer to, “where’s your collar? Do you not have an owner?”

Her smirk widened as her suspicions were confirmed when the girl meekly shook her head, ears flopping over and drooping sadly.

Poor thing, a stray. How could such an endearing creature possibly be a stray?

Anger bubbled up inside her thinking about who could’ve done this. It was obvious that this was a pedigree, and a fine specimen, at that. Definitely the type to be bred and bred from the finest bloodlines, only purpose in life to serve in show business or to be bought by filthy rich families who hadn’t the time nor a clue on how to properly raise a hybrid. It made her sick to her stomach. But she hastily brushed her emotions and opinions aside, focusing on the more important issue at hand.

“What’s your name, little one?”

“S-Seung-w-wan…” the girl barely even managed to stammer.

It was settled then. Seungwan needn’t worry, for she had found herself, willingly or unwillingly, a new home. Never had the vampiress made up her mind as fast as she did tonight, wanting nothing more than to keep this shivering little puppy warm and safe at all costs. It was so perfect, she almost forgot she’d come out tonight to feast, and her fangs had long since retracted. She’d been contemplating getting a pet ever since moving into her new place. Despite appearing aloof and reticent to the public eye, Joohyun had to admit that it did get more than a little lonely having to live with oneself day to day with nothing but your own lifeless soul for company. She desired companionship, and she was just waiting for the right time to acquire it.

But it seemed like fate beat her to it, in a night of unadulterated bloodlust.

“Well then, Wannie, it’s time to go home,” she said nonchalantly, pushing herself from her position and straightening up in preparation to cut the net.

She looked down at the shivering girl at her feet, curled up in a tight ball and burying her face in her fluffy jumper. The vampiress inwardly kicked herself for knowing she’d just as good as given the poor thing a heart attack.

Okay, façade’s up you idiot. Time to play nice.

Having had basic knowledge of dogs and the responsibilities that came with them from the time she was a young vampiress and her family had gifted her a Dachshund pup for her 100th birthday, Joohyun bent down once again to calm Seungwan down, hoping hybrids were the same. She'd adored Mr. Wiggles, but learning to come to terms with the loss of a pet was a grievous path known to animal lovers of all species, human or vampire. She had been far too upset for the next thousand years or so to even consider getting another pet, for fear of forgetting him and feeling as though he was easily replaceable. But it wasn't just a pit of despair, though. Pets were lovely; their warmth was like no other. You’d often find yourself questioning what on earth you had done, never quite sure how you’d come to deserve such boundless, unconditional love.

And Joohyun couldn't have felt more undeserving.

Ignoring the scared flinch she received for reaching into the net, she carefully extended a limp hand, as Seungwan strained her neck forwards to take cautious little sniffs at it and at the air around her, trying to detect any sort of potential threat. Of which she found none. Joohyun then began oh so gently scratching soothing circles on the puppy’s head behind her small floppy ears. Seungwan immediately let out a small, heart-breaking whimper as she tensed at the sudden contact, however, visibly relaxed when she realised the fingers weren’t hurting her, after which she instinctively sighed into the affectionate touch.

Joohyun let out a shaky breath of relief when it worked.

“There, there,” she cooed, taking care not to scratch too hard as she carefully observed Seungwan’s expressions, “Sorry for scaring you, little one. But I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

Seungwan wasn’t sure how much of that she could actually trust, but in her current state of affairs she had little else to go by but the words of this bizarrely tender vampiress.

And she seemed to be keeping to it… for now, at least.

Seungwan just about rolled over in submission when Joohyun took one of her warm little ears and started rolling it softly between her fingers. Shivers ran down her body and her tail began unconsciously swishing back and forth. She’d never been touched like this before, and the poor thing shocked herself with how her body naturally responded to the simple caresses. She was so depreaved of any physical touch, affection aside, that the little that Joohyun was doing now overwhelmed her enough to willingly go along with it; to be taken in and taken care of, despite having her qualms about stranger danger.

“I’m going to take care of you, but you have to be a good girl and come home with me,” the vampiress couldn’t stop an escaping giggle at the sight of the girl practically drooling as she continued to roll her soft, velvety ear; eyelids heavy and pink little tongue lolled out at the corner of her mouth.

“Okay, puppy?” she inquired, taking her hand from out of the net.

The little dog whined at the sudden loss of contact, but unexpectedly nodded up at her with sad, glazed brown orbs.

We’re not even home yet. Wannie-ah, are you trying to kill me?

It was only when Joohyun was sure the girl had calmed down significantly to the point where she knew Seungwan wouldn’t try to run, did she give the net a quick slice with the small knife she kept handy at all times. She hurled the weight off and Seungwan’s ears sprung up, one sticking straight up and one happily folding over as she innocently glanced around, apparently not yet realising she was free. It was murderously heart-wrenching to behold; Joohyun had to thank her lucky stars she didn’t have one. She made quick work of crafting a makeshift noose and lead out of the remnants of the trap.

Holding the noose up in front of her with trembling hands, Joohyun held her breath, warily eyeing the unmoving girl as she carefully inched her way closer, utterly terrified that she’d make the one unfavourable movement that would cause Seungwan to bolt.

But it never happened. The puppy stayed put, head cocked and eyes on her the entire time.

“Okay Wannie, don’t be scared, I’m just going to put this around your neck. It’s only for now, I promise. It won’t be long.”

The vampiress was more than prepared. She was prepared to have to chase the girl down, subconsciously readying herself for when she’d make a run for it. A small part of her also prepared to give in, to accept the fact that she’d lost her little pet and resign herself to loneliness once more until she found someone or something that tugged at her as deep and effectively as Seungwan had tonight.

What she wasn’t prepared for, was abruptly being nose to nose with the girl in less time it took to blink, feeling her hands that were still clutching the noose now lightly grazing the tips of her shoulders. Joohyun had to forcefully blink the disbelief away before settling her gaze back on the floppy-eared girl now standing inches away from her, breath tickling her chin. A seismic shock wave threatening to wipe the earth would’ve flustered her less, as her entire being froze in this completely unprecedented display of dangerously blind trust only a puppy could boast.

So she just about keeled over and perished, as the terms and conditions of being immortal would allow, when the irreproachable honey-toned words left Seungwan’s mouth in the tiniest, almost punishingly lovable question.

“Take Wannie home now?”

#red velvet #hybrid au #hybrid wendy #vampire irene #fluff #wenrene #son seungwan #bae joohyun #vampire au #red velvet scenarios #kpop scenarios #girl group scenarios

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cosmic-affinities · 4 years ago

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Fantasy Meets Reality Ch. 4

The final chapter of my BNHA Fantasy AU is here!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Summary: Of fucking course, it had to be Katsuki Bakugou.

Who else would have a weirdo clone from some kind of ‘Alternate Dimension’ show up to mess up their life? Obviously no one.

Of fucking course, Bakugou just had to be the one who temporarily imprinted on the random-ass third year who had a dimension summoning quirk.

Because why wouldn’t he?

Big thank you to everyone who has read so far or will start reading now! I also just want to say that this would not be here without @we-stanjirou she helped motivate me to write this entire thing and it most likey would have forever been a WIP if she hadn’t been so excited to know what happens next. Thank you!

CHAPTER 4 STARTS HERE

To reorientate himself, Kit looked around. Everything seemed to still be in place, and the sun had hardly moved any since he left. He assumed it had only been about three hours in his time.

Without thinking too hard into the implications of that fact, Kit swiftly moved to finish any small tasks that needed to be completed so he could go find Izuku before it was too late.

Kit instinctively knew that the best place to find Izuku was at the Inn their friends ran, lucky for him it wasn’t too far away.

He planned to stay the night just in case Izuku was reluctant to speak to him right away, which he felt was a big possibility. His simple overnight bag that was prepacked would have to do.

Kit arrived within the hour, making especially quick time because he couldn’t wait another moment. As he approached the nerves began to take over, there was no way for him to know what was going to happen.

Kit stared at the Inn, not ready to go inside until Asui came out and spotted him.

“Bakugou-kun, we’ve been waiting for you! Midoriya has been here for a few days already! We never see you two without the other anymore, Mina and I were surprised when he came in by himself!” Kit wondered why Izuku hadn’t said anything to them, he thought for sure everyone would be angry with him.

After thinking about it for another moment it all made sense. ‘Of course he wouldn't say anything, he doesn't want them to hate you, even if he’s upset with you.’

“Bakugou-kun?” Kit had waited much too long before responding.

“Ah yes, apologies. I’m here now and if you could just point me to the room he’s in?”

“Do you even have to ask? You always get room seven!” Kit smiled softly, it was true they did always share room seven he just assumed Izuku would have requested a different one given the circumstances.

“Yes of course, thank you Asui-san.” Kit walked away with a quick nod.

He made his way through the familiar halls, stopping in front of a large wooden door with an emblazoned ‘7’ directly in the center. He raised his fist to knock but hovered for a moment, all of his fears came rushing back to him.

He took a step back for a moment, thought about what Deku had said to him, and made up his mind once again. He had to have courage, if he knocked and things ended badly he would feel better than if he were to never try at all.

He knocked soundly three times and waited, he would maintain that those few seconds before there was a response were the most stressful of his life.

“Wow, Asui-san, that was qui- Kit?” Izuku looked up with wide eyes, obviously not expecting Kit to be knocking on his door.

“Izuku, can we talk?” Kit’s voice shook slightly, giving away his carefully masked fear.

“I think you did enough of that the last time I saw you, what more could you have to say?” Kit looked down, he couldn’t meet Izuku’s eyes when they looked like an awful mixture of sad and angry.

“You are right. You have no reason to listen to me at all.” Kit took a deep breath to steel his resolve. “But, I want you to know that I’ll keep coming back, I won’t be able to move forward unless I know that I did everything in my power to make things right.”

Izuku moved out of the way and motioned for Kit to walk in, he was just glad Izuku didn’t slam the door in his face.

“Alright, I’ll listen to you.” Izuku kept his face blank, he had been missing Kit but refused to go crawling back to him, he knew in order for them to continue on that Kit would have to prove that he was willing to be more considerate and talk to him.

“Thank you. I want to start with saying that I’m sorry. I should never have said that you were- I should have never said those things to you, no matter the circumstances. I wish I could take them back but I know I can’t. I can tell you that I was angry and that it all came from a place of me wanting to protect you but that doesn’t change anything. It took me far too long to come and apologise to you. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I will endlessly try to earn it.” Kit paused for a moment and Izuku took the opportunity to speak.

“You are stubborn, headstrong, and sometimes downright mean! But don’t think for a second that you are undeserving. Simply by coming here today and admitting this all to me you have defied the main ways people describe you. You have already earned my forgiveness, I just needed to know that you knew that what you said hurt and I needed you to acknowledge that you should not have said it in the first place.”

“It’s been a long week without you.” Kit smiled widely, he was only halfway there, but he couldn’t help but be relieved.

“Has it really been just a week? Without the dragons I really lose track of time.” Izuku hoped he hadn’t missed Eri taking flight for the first time, they had been waiting weeks for her to recover.

“She hasn’t yet, if you’re wondering about Eri. I’d say maybe another few days if that.” Kit knew how much Izuku had been looking forward to seeing her fly, the look on his face when he mentioned the dragons seemed to say it all.

Izuku simply smiled, glad to know that their litter seemed to be fairing nicely.

“Izuku, I have something else to tell you. It’s not the right time by any means but if I continued to wait for the right time then I would never find my opportunity. I just hope that this doesn’t change things for us, I cannot stand to lose you again but I also cannot keep this in any lo-”

“Kit? Just say it already, you are starting to sound like me.” Izuku’s words caused a blush to form on Kit’s face, he didn’t realise he had picked up Izuku’s nervous habit.

Kit took a deep breath to prepare himself to take a leap of faith and follow Deku’s advice.

“Right, well here goes. This time without you helped solidify something I already knew. My feelings for you go deeper than I was ever willing to admit out loud. I don’t ever want to spend time without you. In as short as a week I have come to know that, even a second without you, is a second wasted.”

Izuku stood stunned for a moment. At the silence Kit grew more nervous, worried that he had ruined things for good. He worried that Deku was wrong and he would have to leave the Inn and never see Izuku again. His thoughts were cut short by Izuku throwing his arms around him.

Kit heard Izuku sniffle and worried that he had said the wrong thing yet again.

“Are you alright?”

“I am more than alright you oaf. Why would you think I’m not?”

“Well you’re crying! I thought that I had messed up again.”

“Oh my goodness, I basically have feelings for an emotionally intelligent dragon.”

“Does that mean you return my feelings?” At Kit’s words Izuku let his forehead fall forward onto Kit’s chest in obvious exasperation.

“Yes that’s exactly what I mean.” Izuku felt the need to clarify.

At that Kit lifted Izuku up and spun him around out of excitement, once his feet were firmly on the ground Izuku leaned forwards slightly and planted a soft kiss on Kit’s lips.

Once he pulled back Kit chased him and pulled him closer, not wanting to waste anymore time.

The pair did everything in their power to make their complicated feelings abundantly clear with their kiss. Kit knew that even though Izuku returned his feelings, he would still work endlessly to deserve everything Izuku gives him.

They spent the rest of the day at the Inn continuing to talk, they both wanted to make sure everything between them was understood before they went any further.

That night they decided to head back to Kit’s cabin so they could properly care for the dragons for the night and the next morning.

As the pair walked up Eri took notice of Izuku and bounded towards him, after a moment the silver dragon began to fly directly at Izuku. The small thing landed in his open arms and crawled to lay around his neck. Izuku had a wide smile on his face, the runt who happened to be his favourite had flown for the first time directly into his arms.

As he looked at Izuku’s elated face, Kit couldn’t help but to think back to what Deku said that first morning he spent with him, maybe they would know each other no matter the circumstances.

A few people were interested in reading more about Kit, here is everything that didn’t have a place in the fic!

1- Kit and Izuku were initially arguing about Izuku going out by himself to take down one of the henchmen of the ‘Demonic Beast’ taking over their realm. Kit was worried that he would get hurt going by himself and said some things he didn’t mean. Things like Izuku was useless with his sword and too weak to go by himself. In his mind Kit was being protective but in truth he was being quite mean and hitting sore spots for Izuku, there was a reason he was still a knight in training while others his age had already earned their titles. He was always fairly small and people told him he was not enough to be a knight. He decided to do it anyway and tried to enlist help from others but Kit was the only one who was willing to hear him out, Kit had seen the runt in a litter of dragons grow to be the strongest and most capable so he felt Izuku could do the same. The one person other than his mother that believed in Izuku telling him the same things he had heard all his life was hurtful. After thinking about it for a little less than a day Izuku realised that was Kit’s way of trying to keep him safe. So he decided that he would forgive Kit if he came and apologised because even if he meant well, Kit should have known how much that would have hurt him.

2- Anyone and everyone who has come into contact with Kit agrees that he is a rough Dragon Master that no one should mess with. Izuku disagrees, and for good reason. The main reason being the way he speaks to his dragons. He uses the stereotypical voice of someone talking to their pet or a baby. He calls them all good boys and girls and goes out of his way to make dragon safe treats that he gives them when they are being especially good (which is quite often in his eyes.) The only time he does not use that voice with his dragons is when he is healing them. After being questioned as to why by Izuku, Kit explained that when they are being healed they need a clear description of what's going on, the best way to convey that is with a very professional tone.

3- Kit (and Izuku after about a month with Kit) is an exceptional healer. He was able (with Izuku’s help) to heal a three foot long underbelly gash on one of his dragons that it got while flying much too close to a tree. If he so pleased Kit could make really good money healing people but he much prefers the company of dragons (and Izuku)

4- Kit also read Izuku’s name as ‘Deku’ the first time he saw it written out (they were signing for a room at the Inn) that’s why he didn’t question Kacchan’s nickname for him. He continued to call Izuku by his name but notably requested to name the runt of their next litter (which also happened to be green) he normally left the naming up to Izuku because he was always much more creative. When Izuku asked him what the name was going to be and he responded with ‘Deku’ Izuku asked him why. It wasn’t until the dragon had fully grown up (and they had been an official couple for about six months) that Kit told him that the beginning portion of his name could be read as Deku and that’s why he named him that. It made all of the times Izuku caught Kit giving special attention to Deku all the cuter.

5- Finally, Kit acts like a male lion with his cubs, but with dragons! When a litter is freshly hatched Kit allows them to ‘hunt’ him so they can pick up the skills necessary for survival. Dragons no larger than ten pounds can be seen completely knocking Kit over and ‘pinning’ him to the ground. He tried playing dead one time because he had heard from another trainer that giving the dragons more realistic feedback would help them know the proper steps while hunting, even though no other trainer took it to the level he did. He only did it once though, because as soon as he stopped moving and ‘struggling’ all of his dragons came to his aid and soon he had ten baby dragons nipping at him to get him up and two fully grown ones standing guard, he decided to never try that again.

#bakudeku #bakudeku fic #katsudeku #izukatsu #kacchan #deku #izuku midoriya #Katsuki Bakugō #katsuki x izuku #dekukatsu #bakugou x midoriya #deku x kacchan #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia fic #boku no hero academia fic #fantasy meets reality #bnha fantasy au #mha fantasy au

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mimssides · 4 years ago

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One Spade for five Hearts: Chapter 7

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It had just rung for lunch break but Roman, Erin and Patton were already on their way to the cafeteria. Lively the three talked, Patton and Erin continuing to unpack their prepacked lunches as Roman got up to buy herself one from the cafeteria. When she came back both Erin and Patton were in a deep discussion about the philosophy lesson, they had earlier that day.

It was a pleasure to see Erin talk so freely and with all her snarky remarks, Roman thought to herself as she sat down and began to eat her food. It stung a little that she couldn’t partake in their discussion but it was fine. Erin had always outsmarted her in school and Patton was easily one of the most adaptable and quick-witted people Roman knew next to Erin and her brother. A perfect match for their friend group.

Maybe it stung a little bit more but as suddenly Remus plopped down next to her, she pushed the thoughts to the side and greeted her twin.

Kæ greeted her back with their usual handshake and then gave Patton a kiss before kæ was about to go and get kæs own food. Just as kæ was starting to walk kæ spotted Virgil and Logan approaching them. Roman began to smile widely and waved. Virgil just returned a two fingered salute and Logan almost stumbled before he caught himself and waved back stiffly.

Roman raised her eyebrows and she looked over to Erin and Patton who seemed just as perplexed by the clumsy behaviour from their friend. Logan was not one to stumble or be anything but graceful and professional almost at all times. At least that was how Roman had always seen him, so this was a bit of a weird observation to make.

Logan sat down to his usual seat next to Erin and quickly shot a look to Virgil. Maybe Roman was imagining things but it almost looked like Logan was blushing a little.

“You -” Logan stopped as Virgil rolled his eyes - “Thank you. Here’s the money. I’d like the vegetarian menu.”

Virgil just nodded, took the lunch money Logan handed him and walked along with Remus to get their food. In the meantime, Logan took out his tablet and touch pen and began to work on something. Curiously, Erin glimpsed on the screen and recognized the document Logan was working on.

Baffled Erin's mouth fell wide open and she asked before being able to stop herself: “Are you doing your chemistry homework over lunch break?”

At that Roman stood up from her seat to glimpse over the table and saw a few diagrams on the screen that most definitely looked the ones from her own chemistry class and gaped just as much at Logan as Patton and Janus did. Logan was now definitely blushing but looked not up from the screen.

Roman almost missed how he mumbled: “I am almost finished. I forgot to do the rest yesterday. Please, do not disturb me.”

Surprised the three others stared at Logan. That was very atypical for him. Roman really was worried at this point and wanted to intervene, as Patton shook their head and instead began to restart the conversation they had earlier. Roman didn’t join into their discussion for a good while. She kept her eyes on Logan, watched how he worked in silence and thought about what Remus had told her yesterday evening.

Remus, Pat and Virgil had managed to confront Logan about his strange behaviour and Remus had told her that it was nothing bad and that it was not about Logan’s homelife either. But Remus had never explained what had been bothering Logan in the first place. Kæ was all apologetic about it but didn’t explain any further. Just that it wasn’t bad and that she shouldn’t ask him about it. When she had wanted to know why she couldn’t ask him, kæ simply grinned and told her that Logan would tell her when he was ready. Which was the most non-Remus thing kæ could ever have said and made Roman all the more suspicious.

And yet, as Patton mentioned how the disappearances of soulmate curses changed how their society treated relationships, Roman momentarily stopped watching Logan and focused on their discussion. That was a topic Erin always would jump on and it was fascinating to see her and Patton agreeing for once on something. Also, Roman could actually follow their discussion this time.

The sudden decline in soulmate curses about 500 years ago had changed their society immensely. There was no longer a stigma to not have a soulmate or not be looking for one, which was a big relief for the asexual and aromantic people who were loveless and got shunned from their families. Soon people started to focus more on themselves, dating and meeting new people who were not their soulmates got popular and brought advantages and disadvantages to their previous lives. Really, it was fascinating how things had evolved and Patton began to analyse how some curses influenced some peoples magic and mused if there was a possibility that some people with soulmate curses needed their soulmate or soulmates, as they added with a strong empathise, to use their powers correctly.

“I do not know about that,” Erin said and circled the fork in her hand around.

Virgil and Remus came back and sat down as she continued: “I could imagine that happening in very rare circumstances when the cursed’s magical power and the curse overlap in their types.”

“Precisely! Like a curse which keeps you from hearing music until you meet your soulmate and you were to have some sort of sonic powers. That could mess terribly with a person’s power and lead to unhealthy developments in their magic.”

“It certainly could but that most likely almost never happens. Also, curses usually adapt to the cursed, even though I can’t deny that there are people who simply function better in some sort of committed relationship. It gives them structure and a safe space to return, so there could be the possibility that their magical abilities would be affected by the curse. Especially, if they are an emotionally driven individual,” Janus concurred.

“Talking soulmates? Found yours already, N-y?” Remus asked with a smirk as Virgil tried to situate himself with the two trays, as Logan was still hunched over his tablet and didn’t move out of the way.

But before Virgil got to tell Logan to move, he halted and shot Erin an incredulous look with the question: “Wait. What?”

Erin rolled her eyes dramatically and said: “Yes, I have a soulmate curse. No, I have not found him yet and will not take further questions on the topic.”

“Really!? That is so fascinating!” Patton said and startled all the others at the table with their enthusiasm.

Remus actually pulled them down to their seat again while they began to babble: “Then you might know about the consequences of the curses and their influences on your magic, right? Is it an active or passive curse? Does it influence our suggestive powers? You mentioned curses adapting, so did your curse adapt and how do you know that?”

Virgil, Remus and Roman just watched Patton in amazement as Erin slowly laid back and then barked a laughter and shook her head. Patton really must have been invested in the topic that they so blatantly disregarded someone’s wish to stop talking about a topic and somehow Erin could not bring herself to mind all that much. Especially now that Patton seemed to have caught onto their faut pas and was starting to deflate and look rather embarrassed.

“I, oh...” Patton began but Erin waved them off with a grin.

“Oh, don't worry Pat. I know you're being excited and not trying to snoop some information out of me. So, I will answer your questions.”

“Wow, babe, you're a miracle worker! Never saw N be so lenient with anyone before! You're truly the most charming being on this shitshow of a planet,” Remus teased and pressed a peck on Patton's cheek.

They flushed brightly, which led to Remus laughing and kissing them again only for Erin to roll her eyes. She never would have expected Remus to date someone who was this wholesome and kind. Quite honestly, she had thought that kæ would most likely pick the worst possible partner and run with it until it crashed and burned. Patton had been a welcomed surprise and she was happy to count them as one of their friends.

“Come on, love,” Patton pleaded weakly and pushed Remus a bit to the side before they turned their attention over to Erin, “eat your food. It's getting cold. Also, you really don’t have to answer me, Erin. I know that soulmate stuff can be quite personal and I didn’t mean to pester you about it. I apologize.”

Neither Patton nor Erin noted it but as the word soulmate fell this time, Logan looked up. It was as if he had just awoken from his trance and suddenly realized that Virgil was standing next to him with their food. Hastily he packed his stuff away and let him settle down while Erin and Patton kept talking.

“No need to apologize, and I will simply tell you what I am most comfortable with. Also, it's not like I am telling this for the first time. Also, you were a lot more considerate than your beloved boyfriend and Ro were when the found out,” Erin said.

“Oh, so they know about it?”

“Yes, and apparently for once they kept their promise and did not gossip about me. I can appreciate that.”

By then Logan and Virgil were sitting and eating as well and former kept his eyes glued on Erin as she began to actually answer the question Patton had asked.

“I've got a condition curse and will be able to hear my soulmate’s thoughts when they are near me after that condition is met. It is not affecting my powers in any way as it is now, and the only consequences I could imagine having, would be that I would be prone to getting a headache for the first few weeks of adjusting to my soulmate’s thoughts. That’s what my mother struggled with at the start, at least.”

“Your parents are soulmates?”

Logan had not meant to be part of this conversation. It felt like a trap to interfere with a topic that was so close to his heart but his surprise let him be careless and the question was out now. The atmosphere was tense and Erin eyed him motionlessly from the side.

“They were. Yes.”

Well, fuck. Logan had not meant to bring that up.

“I – I am sorry, Erin,” Logan said meekly but held her gaze. “I forgot about her passing in this moment. I hope I did not cause you too much distress.”

Erin frowned, which was not the reaction Logan had expected. Especially not accompanied by this weird melody from the violin he was hearing right now. It didn’t seem angry or tense, more curious but slow if Logan was interpreting things right and he was not sure if he liked it.

“Since when are you getting so emotional on me, pocket protector? Is the topic of soulmates emotion inducing to you?”

Now it was Erin’s turn to see Logan react in a manner she hadn’t expected. The boy shifted on his seat and he stared down on his food tray with an odd intensity. He was clearly concentrating on something but Erin was not sure what exactly about carrots and mashed potatoes needed such intense staring.

“My parents are most likely not soulmates, so I suppose I do have some – feelings about that,” Logan answered and looked back to Erin next to him.

“So, your family has a curse?”

“You – you don't know about that?” Logan asked his voice cracking oddly in surprise.

Erin raised her eyebrow and said: “Why would I know about it? I’m not particularly interested in that whole high society talk.”

“Lo, she’s not from around here. None of them are, so they probably haven’t heard the rumours,” Virgil interjected.

Rumours? Patton, Remus, Roman and Janus had never heard anything about rumours over their rule abiding friend. They wanted to know what they were about but remained silent as they watched Logan's shoulders tense and he began to scratch his right shoulder.

“Most people around here know that my family has a curse. And that my siblings, my father and I have it in particular. It’s been a very long time since it has been activated in any of us, so that is part of why it’s infamous.”

Then Logan took a breath and straightened up again to ask Erin: “Either way, my parents are rather happy without it being fulfilled and it certainly does influence my feelings about the curse or curses in general. But I have never had the possibility to talk with someone who had parents with a fulfilled curse, which is why I am curious about your experiences. You do not need to share of course.”

Now Erin really was curious and set her cutlery down. Elegantlly she turned to face Logan fully and overlooked the stressful glances Virgil, Patton and Remus shot each other.

“Why did you say they are most likely not soulmates? How are you not sure?” she asked coolly.

“It's a condition curse and well... They have been together for thirty years at this point and the condition should have been met. That is unless he were to have more than one soulmate but otherwise it means that my mother and him are not soulmates. And I know they are very happy with each other despite of that.”

“Good on them that it worked out. And on you and your siblings, but I will certainly try to settle with my soulmate, even though I can’t exactly go out and look for them with my curse.”

“You... You want to settle down with your soulmate?” Logan said feeling like his heart would jump out of his chest any minute now.

Apparently not taking any notice of Logan’s distress Erin said: “Don’t play so surprised. I’m not a romantic woman but having a future with another person does sound nice to me. After all, soulmates are people who match to you and will be able to understand and satisfy your needs. So, while I absolutely speak for independency and that your best friend is definitely yourself, a soulmate is most likely what comes after that.”

Logan just stared at Erin. The reasoning wasn’t off but somehow his head was not computing any of it and took a deep breath. He needed to re-evaluate his standpoint otherwise this would not work out.

“I... Give me a moment. I have to shift my perspective.”

“Pardon me? What I am saying is perfectly logical and -”

“I’m aware that it makes perfect sense to you,” Logan cut her off sharply. “We’re coming from two vastly different backgrounds, Lucas, and I just need a second to consider this.”

“Vastly different? You must be joking,” Erin said with an edge in her voice.

Logan scoffed and fiercely told her: “Well, I am not and let me prove my point: You’re an only child; I am the youngest of four. You told us that you have moved four times in your life; I still sleep in the same corner of my room since I came home after the day I was born. You have been in mixed classes with black suits or just red suit classes and only Dimond classes; I have only ever been around Spades in class as well as in after school activities and my whole family are Spades actually. Our surroundings and circumstances growing up were as different as I can imagine them to be. Besides our personalities these are very important factors to consider if we want to look at our morale compasses and world views. Which is neither good nor bad; it's simply different. And I need a second to consider yours adequately so I do not make wrong assumptions from the very beginning.”

Erin was gaping after that statement and Logan got a moment to think and ignore how the rest of his friends looked even more surprised than Erin.

Eventually, Logan stroked his hair back and nodded: “Alright. I think, I can understand your point. I assume... your parents were very happy with their relationship? And the curse strengthened their bond?”

“I would not put it like that,” Erin said while trying to regain her cool. “I did not have a chance to talk with my mother about it in detail but she did tell me that our curse was a privilege. We would be able to understand our partner in a way that nobody else ever could understand them. It’s a gift of trust and intimacy, which should not be taken for granted. And I do not. It’s a big responsibility and it can turn out terribly, I know how my father is still suffering because of her death, but he would do it time and time again. Because the time they had together was worth it and I do admit that I would like to experience the same.”

Logan eyed Erin for a long moment. It was not an explanation he had expected. She was not the type for sentimental reasoning or idealized ideas. But her words rang true and Logan felt disheartened. He would never be able to live to such expectations. He could never make her this happy. Or any of them for that matter. But Erin didn’t need to know that, Logan decided and settled for an answer.

“I see,” Logan said and fiddled with the hems of his sleeves. “Your curse surely sounds different from mine. And while my general outlook on this would probably change if I didn’t have one that makes me lack an ability other people have, I would probably still not wish to fulfil mine. I do not know if I would be a person who could be this open and trustworthy as you imagine your soulmate would be. I would not want to disappoint them.”

Other students were talking in the background. The sound of people eating and food being cut was present everywhere. It made it even more obvious that their table was oddly silent at this moment.

“Look, Ward,” Erin said in weird voice which made Logan glimpse up from his sleeves, “if you do not wish to have a committed relationship that’s fine. Perfectly fine. But if you do want one and squander your possibility because you’re a self-deprecating idiot, you’ll regret it.”

Logan looked back down. It was so easy for her to say that. It was so easy to say things instead of doing them.

But sometimes words were very powerful and he felt it when Patton spoke up: “You will regret it, Logan. And I do not believe you deserve that. Or your soulmate or soulmates for that matter. They really would miss out if they wouldn’t meet you.”

“What?” Logan mumbled perplexed.

Promptly he got hit in the side by Virgil. Reflexively, Logan hit him back and the twins began to snicker at the other side of the table, which led to Virgil laughing as well. Angrily Logan glared over to them. Roman shook her head and winked playfully, which made it rather hard for Logan to stay mad. He tried to remain mad nevertheless.

“Don’t make fun of me! I-” Logan fumed but stopped when he felt Virgil’s hand gently placed on his shoulder.

With a frown he looked to his friend just to look back to Roman a moment later when she said: “We’re not making fun of you. But the philosophers are right; You’re really cool and your soulmate is going to be super lucky to have you as their partner if you want them to be that after you get to know each other. Don’t talk so much shit about yourself! You’re pretty amazing, after all. Right guys?”

And the others agreed with wide grins on their lips. Logan didn’t know how he should feel about that. His mind told him that their reaction might differ if they would know that he was their soulmate. It shouted at him to remember that things were more complicated than they assumed and that their words could not be entirely applied to his situation.

But the problem was that Logan did feel really, really good as he got their approval. It made him feel warm and at peace and at home and he found himself smiling a little as they went back to finish their meals and changed topics for the rest of their lunchbreak.

Maybe all of this would work out fine.

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blu-joons · 5 years ago

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Pregnancy With Taehyung ~ BTS Headcanon

Finding Out You’re Pregnant

Taehyung was over the moon when the two of you found out you were pregnant

The two of you had talked about children for so long, he couldn’t believe that it was actually going to finally happen for you both

He was filled with tears of joy as you did several tests, just to be on the safe side

Honestly, in that moment, he had never loved you so much

“I’m going to be a dad! I can’t believe this is finally happening!”

There was no time like the present in telling his family, who were equally as thrilled for you both, super excited for a grandchild

He didn’t let you out of his grasp for the next few days, cuddling you closely

Protective instincts soon kicked in when he realised, he had another life to care for

You chose not to publicly share your pregnancy straight away, just living in the blissful bubble of your family for the moment

The boys were so excited because they knew how much kids meant to Taehyung, and how amazing a father he would be

“All the practice you’ve had at meet and greets is well worth it.”

He was forever taking time off work to just spend time with you, admiring the changes your body undertook

His mind was going crazy as he planned the next nine months of life with you

Being Pregnant

The two of you ended up having to share your pregnancy at fifteen weeks after fans grew suspicious of your baggy clothing, and the fact you would always hide your tummy in photos

Taehyung loved to take pictures of your bump, and press kisses to it, noticing the little changes every single day

“Even though I touch your tummy I still can’t believe our child is in there.”

“Trust me, I know that there’s a child in there.”

Every Sunday he would grab a tape measure and measure your bump, giggling as he noticed it grow by a couple of inches

He would keep track of it on a little chart that his mother had bought you both as a keepsake

Army was chuffed for you both, they knew just as well as the boys how amazing Taehyung was around children

Tae showed up to all your appointments, even if work was super busy, you were still his number one priority

He always kept one of your scan photos in his back pocket, so he carried you both with him wherever he was

You had the worst morning sickness and tummy cramps which overwhelmed Tae a little

He knew it would pass but it killed him seeing you in so much pain and discomfort

However, he had done his research, and was forever making you hot tea and hot water bottles

The two of you decided to find out the gender, the midwife informing you that you were having a little girl

“Another Y/N in my life, aren’t I just the luckiest guy in the world.”

Her nursery was a sea of pink, anything you could find that was pink was included

Every night his arm would be wrapped around your bump to try and stop her from wriggling

He was very wary about the things you did around the house, not wanting you to hurt yourself or the baby

If you dropped anything Tae would be right there to pick it up

He would practice carrying the baby and burping them with Yeontan

“You do know our daughter is a human, not a dog?”

“Yeah, but Tan’s still like my child, and he can’t tell me to stop.”

He loved treating you to maternity clothing, so you still felt beautiful in your own skin

A few of your own insecurities arose whilst pregnant, your weight increasing everyday

But Tae was a hero, comforting you and telling you how beautiful you were

He was always filming the two of you so you could show your daughter in the future, things like decorating her nursery or going for scans

At least one of the boys was round everyday helping you with little jobs around the house

You both had to intervene when they wanted to get involve with your pregnancy classes though

“It’s going to look a bit suspicious if Y/N shows up to yoga with seven boys accompanying her.”

There were several pet names for your baby as time went on, the main one tended to be. ‘butterfly’

He liked to have you at work so that he could keep an eye on you, making you a little den in the corner of the room

The boys were fantastic too, checking up on you always, making sure you were comfortable, attending to your every need

They were all as invested in this pregnancy as you and Tae which made you laugh

Taehyung loved to cuddle you all the time, reassuring you that you were doing fine

Feeling your baby kick for the first time was a big deal for him

You grabbed his hand and placed it over your tummy, seeing his eyes widen

“That’s our little girl, wow…”

From that moment he was always feeling out for little kicks or wriggles

He loved to talk to your daughter, pressing your belly button as an intercom

You had a major craving for sour foods when you were pregnant, lemons were a particular favourite

Taehyung thought you were crazy as he watched you drink lemon juice or suck into one

He was very attentive to making sure you followed doctor’s notes to the word

As your birth grew nearer, Taehyung would often cry himself to sleep at night in sheer excitement

It was becoming more and more overwhelming that soon a little girl would be in your life

There were moments of doubts and fear, but you were both in this together

Your house was perfect for her to come home to and live in

“It’s crazy how just a few months ago we could have only dreamed of this moment.”

Your own anxiousness set in as you came a couple of days before your due date, the realisation of what you were about to experience hitting you

He wasn’t prepared to see you without your beautiful bump, he loved staring and cuddling it

The last few days before you gave birth were beautiful, the two of you at home, resting, planning your future together

Labour

You knew you were going into labour as you rolled over in bed feeling a tremendous wave of pain in the pit of your stomach

Taehyung jolted awake having heard you grumble, noticing your eyes widening as just an hour later your waters broke

Neither of you knew what to do, panicking that this was finally happening

Tae knew he needed to be brave for you and the baby, picking you up and taking you to the car with all the resources you had prepacked.

His eyes were barely on the road as he drove, his heart breaking as you moaned in pain

He knew that you were going to be in pain, he’d prepared himself, but the sight of it still hurt a lot

“Just focus on your breathing baby, remember what the doctors told you.”

He would breath with you, counting to three and out again until he got you to the hospital

Taehyung had packed himself a bag of snacks and drinks, so he didn’t have to leave the room once when you were in labour

He was so good at reading your emotions, knowing when you needed him and when you needed space

The two of you had chosen to have a water birth after watching several documentaries

Conversation was key, he was always talking to you trying to distract you from the pain

His hand never left your sides, massaging light circles just underneath your bump

He was forever tying your hair up for you as your bun kept slipping from your movements

There were a few moments when you knew he was crying as your contractions became more frequent

“I can’t wait for this all to be over and for you to be pain free jagi.”

Eventually the midwife arrived, informing you it was time to get into the pool

Tae was also able to sit with you, allowing you to sit back into his chest

You could feel his heart pounding as you were told to start pushing

Frequent kisses were placed to the top of your head, whilst his hands massaged your tired frame

He peered over your shoulders as your daughter’s head emerged

Tae was an emotional wreck already, as with one last push your little one appeared

“Our little butterfly is here.”

His arms wrapped around your waist whilst you caught your breath, looking through tear-stained eyes

“You are so incredible, and strong, I love you so much.”

She came to you first, contact with the mother was critical

Taehyung chose to record the first few moments of her life, smiling proudly as you cuddled her

You chose to honour his grandmother with her name

The first time he held her was an overwhelming experience, droplets of tears rolling down his cheeks onto her baby grow

He couldn’t wait to ring his parents, sending them all the adorable photos he had taken

The First Few Hours

The two of you were in complete awe for the first few adjusting to the new life you cared for

You took in every part of her body, piercing dark eyes like Taehyung, her smile just like yours

He couldn’t wait to tell the boys, video calling them as they rehearsed in the studio

There were a lot of screams and coos as they saw your daughter’s face for the first time

She was fast asleep, her head resting perfectly into your chest

Taehyung couldn’t stop cuddling you both, he just wanted the moment to never end

Every so often he would get very emotional, he was so proud of you, and so in love with her

Honestly, he was just a wreck

Unwillingly he shared his snacks with you when you were hungry

It wasn’t like you’d just pushed a seven-pound baby out of you.

He couldn’t wait to get her home and introduce her to her perfect nursery

“You’re going to love home so much, it’s all especially for you.”

The first time you breastfed was nerve wracking, you were terrified something would go wrong

Standing up for the first time was hard

Taehyung was on hand to carry you to wherever you needed to go, helping to dry you off as you got out of the pool

The First Few Days

Your daughter came home two days later, Tae showing her straight to her nursery

He ignored the fact that she wouldn’t understand, describing everything to her

His parents came around that night for lots of cuddles, to give the two of you the opportunity to get some sleep

“She is just the perfect mix of you both, she’s just the sweetest.”

Tae had drawn a piece of artwork to hang up above her cot, surprising you with it that night

Adjusting to life as a three was perfect, you both were learning so many new things

The sleepless nights soon became part of your routine, taking it in turns to check on her

Some nights Tae would just sleep in the rocking chair as he couldn’t face being away from her

After a week you decided to share your daughter to the world, sharing a picture of her tiny feet in Tae’s hands

He was always talking to her and making her squirm by pulling funny faces

You’d heard of the new-born baby bubble, but had never expected to feel as amazing as you did

Meeting The Boys

You took her to meet the boys just before you announced the birth to the Army, having adjusted to life with her

They had already played a game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who was going to get first cuddles

Jungkook was in awe, comparing dimples to see which was cutest

Jimin presented her with a bundle of presents that he had bought for her to keep for the nursery

Namjoon was terrified to hold her for the first time, demanding Tae hold her too, in case he dropped her or anything

“I just don’t want anything to happen to our precious girl under my watch”

Hobi was the tickle monster, constantly attacking her sides making her smile

Yoongi loved to wind Tae up, pretending to kidnap her like he did with Yeontan

Jin was the cool uncle, or so he thought, promising your little girl he would be the favourite

They surprised you that day by revealing a little nursery they’d set up in one of the spare rooms for nursery visits

All the boys promised you that they would look after your family of three

None of them wanted you to leave when you had to, turning up at your house later that night

The Future

As far as Taehyung was concerned, his life was complete the moment your daughter entered your life

Fatherhood was his favourite thing in the world, and nothing could ever change that

He loved seeing your baby grow and learn

And seeing you blossom into a yummy mummy was his favourite thing in the world

He couldn’t wait for your family to grow, and to see where life took him

That was one thing he did know, his life was perfect

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kaniacqueen · 5 years ago

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Leverage International: The Diner Job Ch. 21 Storm

There was a reception with much louder music and more friends and some bar-hopping and an inappropriate amount of tequila. Eliot and Savannah collapsed backwards onto their bed looking far less glamorous than they did at the ceremony. It was barely before dawn. Hardison and Parker had taken their prepacked luggage and disappeared off to their honeymoon, surprisingly not tired.

"So Parker and Hardison are married," Savannah said with a sigh.

"Mmhm," Eliot confirmed.

"They're so happy."

"Yeah. Happily married." Eliot was aware he was staring at her as she stared at the ceiling. The bliss that was there during that first dance was still swimming in his brain.

She turned to look at him, but she didn't seem aware of how intensely he was looking at her. "Do you think things'll be different?"

Eliot just shook his head. She turned back to the ceiling. He soaked in the silence. The thought escaped his lips before he realized he said it out loud. But he realized immediately he had no desire to take it back. "What if we got married?"

"I think things would definitely be different. In like, the best ways though." He waited for her to look at him, but she didn't. She spoke as if he'd asked a rhetorical question. Which technically he had. But he meant it.

"Savannah." He made sure to say it with meaning.

She snapped towards him, face drenched in shock. She started to sit up. "Wait, Eliot, are you…" She couldn't finish.

He sat up next to her. "Yeah." He sat up straighter. "Savannah, do you wanna marry me?"

She managed to look even more taken aback. "I…" She rapidly shook her head as if to rid herself of a pest. "You're not asking this just because you wanna have sex, are you?"

The laugh slipped out. "Well, I would be lying if I said that wasn't a motivating factor."

"Eliot!" She elbowed him sharply.

He ignored it and took her hands. "Savannah, no. I want this. This. Forever."

She said it like a reflex. "Why?"

He was incredulous for a moment. But then he understood. It was the constant feeling of being unworthy; he knew it well. He looked around the room as if physically searching for the words. "Because when I'm with you, I don't feel the weight of the things I've done." He opened his mouth to say more, but he decided to take a page from her book and leave it with fewer words.

His heart swelled as she nodded, a gesture of understanding. She waited a moment before seeking assurance again, "And this isn't some sort of midlife crisis because Parker and Hardison got married?"

"My midlife crisis was joining the team," he quipped, his mouth ahead of him again. He waited for admonishment, but she only gave him a quick smile and a shrug. The silence was long. "Savannah," he pressed.

"Can I get some time to think about it?" She sounded on the verge of tears.

His heart burned. He tried to rationalize. "We don't have to get married right away," he assured her.

"Eliot, please. This is just...it's a big deal for me, okay? I'm just wrapping my mind around having romance in my life. I need a minute to process 'happily ever after'. Please?"

He felt like it was frustratingly simple. Did she want to marry him or not? This time, he managed to stop his mouth, and he just nodded.

She leaned in and kissed him hard. He wanted it to be an answer. A silent yes? A kiss goodbye? But of course, he couldn't ask.

He was amazed he had managed to fall asleep that night/morning, particularly sleeping next to a woman he thought loved him but couldn't answer his proposal. He was also surprised that, of all things, he was awoken by a crack of thunder. Except when he rolled over and realized that may not have been what woke him; Savannah was gone.

Instinctively, he got out of bed, heading towards the bedroom door and swinging it open, expecting to catch her in the hall. She wasn't there. He searched. He looked in the pool, the gym, Parker's jungle gym, the conference area, everywhere he could think of in the building. He took a second look in the garage, and it dawned on him that her moped wasn't there. He fought the burning in his chest as he went back to the bedroom. He ripped open the chest of drawers. Few things were missing, but Savannah had taken her damned duffel bag… and left her phone.

It was confusing. She had maybe taken a few essentials, but left several things he knew were sentimental. And she had left her phone, he couldn't reach her. It was so intentional.

Another crack of thunder sounded. It was storming pretty bad. He remembered the first time he saw her happy, during a rainstorm. He wondered if she was just out in the rain, having the time of her life somewhere.

The first day, he just kept waiting for her to come through the door, telling him that she had just gone out for coffee or to the underground market or to see her sister. But she didn't. The storm continued.

The second day, Eliot spent all day battling with himself on whether or not to call Parker and ask if she'd heard from Savannah. He didn't want to disrupt her honeymoon, though, especially with the possible end of his relationship...Would Savannah still be part of the team if they split up? Would he still want her to be if she actually didn't want to marry him? He tried to ignore the implications as he made a few attempts to log in to Hardison's computer to see if there was some leftover tracking device, but computers still evaded him. The rain continued, stopping only enough to keep the streets from flooding.

The third day, he asked himself a thousand times to go somewhere, anywhere, get away from headquarters and start accepting that she was gone. He toyed with the idea of going to Van House, but he knew Dani wouldn't let him live down that this was Savannah's response to his proposal. He thought about going to the Oasis too, but he knew she wouldn't go there in the rain. He may not have gone anywhere, but he did start telling himself that she was gone. He even started to accept it. It was still raining.

The fourth day, the storm raged, but Eliot was wrapped up in his grief. He tried not to mope, but he did spend all day staring, not really watching hockey on the massive monitor in the conference area. As he contemplated going to bed, which he knew just meant changing from a sitting to a laying position on the couch, he heard something: a soft screech. It was outside. He didn't know how he heard it over the calamitous storm. It was so familiar, distinctive, but he couldn't place it. He found himself headed towards the front door as he thought he finally figured it out even though he was certain he was wrong. She was gone. He would go outside and there would be nothing there but water and darkness. He was going to make sure.

He was wrong. The first thing he saw as he burst through the doors into the wide driveway was that stupid gradient blue moped with that stupid duffel bag on top of it. She was walking towards him. Things froze. He soaked her in from afar. Drenched black pants clung to her legs. The sliced edge of a pale blue tank top dripped water over the glint of a fresh navel piercing. Her hair draped around her like a coat, enhancing the water fall around her legs. Her face was distressed and puffy; she'd been crying for sure. She walked towards him through the storm as if it wasn't there. She was there.

He was angry. How could she disappear like that on him? Right after he asked her to marry him? And made sure he couldn't contact her? He was angry. He was furious. He was incredibly, overwhelmingly, violently angry...for about two seconds…

His hands caught her waist like that's where they belonged. Her arms wrapped around his neck with such a sense of ownership. Her lips, he missed her lips so much. Those were his lips. The way her tongue tasted...like a dish he longed to replicate. He resisted the urge to tear the wet clothes from her body and take possession of her flesh.

She sucked in a breath, breaking the kiss. "Yes. Eliot, I want to marry you."

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houseki-no-suffering · 6 years ago

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summary: Cinnaphos iwanttobelieve, 1960s AU, slow burn. Unhurried burn. We stopped for a ten-minute break and now it’s been 5 years burn. but hey, i can see a spark? a tiny little spark??

hello fellow deceased rock enthusiasts. ‘tis i, your friendly local ghost, here to deliver... FLUFF!

okay, not quite but kinda. cute things. nice things. pretty things. take this, chapter 77 so, thanks @lapishead for betaeing this and enjoy!

After Diamond left, Phos excused themselves as well, saving Cinnabar from the awkwardness of being the one to end the conversation. If it were up to them, they’d probably never leave that table continuing to ruminate on possible questions to ask Phos-─ half waiting to muster enough courage to mumble them out loud and half-expecting Phos to read Cinnabar’s thoughts and answer them by themselves.

Cinnabar’s mind moved back and forth over the following days, relentlessly, in an effort to remember exact words and gestures, recall inflections and posture of a subtlety that they might have missed. Their mind supplied unhelpful distortions where it could find no evidence, until Cinnabar’s social performance had become a miserable, offensive attempt.

Their words had been too strong or not strong at all, harsh when they should have been soft, weak where they should have been asserting. Did they look at Phos too much or too little? Did they show the correct amount of empathy? Had they been sufficiently sorry, but still resentful enough to show Phos that they had not been forgiven simply because Antarcticite passed away? And what did Dia get out of Cinnabar’s conversation with Phos? What did they think, what could they infer? What did Cinnabar want Diamond to infer?

Thousands of small, insignificant thoughts gnawed each at Cinnabar’s self with tiny, unpainful bites. And yet, the sum of all of those bites was eating away Cinnabar’s resolution from the inside, tearing apart the handful of certainties that Cinnabar had left. They had spent five years trying to hate both Phos and Antarcticite, and it had all been for nothing. It made Cinnabar feel like the most pathetic of assholes.

Was it okay to hope that Phos would open up about Antarc and about their past with Cinnabar? Or would this make Cinnabar a pushover? Or a fake friend who was only curious about the mystery that surrounded Phos? They wished they could help, even after everything, but they didn’t know if it was their place to.

Following their thread of thoughts, Cinnabar had almost reached the gate of the institute. A small crowd of family and acquaintances was gathered in front of the building, all people that Euclase had skillfully assembled to help in the preparations for Bort’s party. Cinnabar noticed that most of them had come with bags and groceries, which only added the anxiety of being empty-handed to Cinnabar’s trail of worries.

A few heads nodded as they spotted Cinnabar approaching, waving them good-morning. Cinnabar held their attention only until they recognized Diamond’s face, next to Jade, then they cast their gaze to the ground and made their way toward them quickly, holding their breath as they skirted through the crowd.

“Is it true? Phos is really coming?” Jade greeted them. Diamond could easily have answered their question and Cinnabar kept wondering why other people thought of Cinnabar as the number one Phos-facts’ source. They brushed a lock of hair behind their ear, avoiding Jade’s eyes.

“Mhm,” they nodded, reminding themselves to unclench their jaw.

“Wow. It’s been... wow, it’s been so long.”

“Isn’t it great?” Diamond’s enthusiasm still gave no signs of wavering.

“Ugh, to be honest they made such a mess last time. My back still hurts remembering all the tables I had to clean up.”

“I’m pretty sure we all helped,” Euclase joined the conversation, resting their hand on Jade’s shoulder. They were wearing a floral shawl wrapped around their head, holding their thick, distinctive bunch of keys in their other hand. They graced Cinnabar and Diamond with a smile and greeted everyone else with pride.

As Euclase walked to the gate and opened it with the confidence that comes from habit, Cinnabar felt as if their body was shrinking under the weight of everyone’s gazes and expectations.

The institute was calling them back, with its comfortable, prepacked routines. A trail of identical days and experiences still tied tightly around Cinnabar’s wrists like old ropes. Too soft to be a chain, they were like lax, comfortable shackles, made so that it would be easy to shake them off, then feel guilty about leaving them behind.

As Cinnabar crossed the rusted threshold to the small courtyard, they could feel the gaze of the dormitories looming over them. A three-story building with tidy, squared windows and severe walls of grey-blue plaster. With each step, Cinnabar was walking deeper in a limbo of memories, in a house that used to be home and that was urging them back with fond resentment. It reminded Cinnabar that they had no place to be here today. They had left, much like Phos, but the institute could welcome them back mercifully, Cinnabar only needed bow their head low enough.

The bushes of sleeping hydrangea, the dull, tiled path to the gym, the soft chitchat of other people, intermingled with Euclase’s crystalline laugh, were a foggy, distant echo of regrets. Cinnabar noticed that they had been twisting and scratching their fingers only when they felt Diamond’s hand on their shoulder, a warm presence that the institute’s aura would quickly swallow.

“Let’s go to the gym,” Diamond offered and Cinnabar nodded out of reflex.

As they ran their eyes around, they noticed that half of the people had already disappeared; Euclase had probably recruited them for kitchen duty.

The largest room in the complex, the gym had long since been consecrated the chosen location for parties and gatherings. It was among the oldest buildings in town, a remnant of the Regime, and the only part of the institute that Sensei didn’t build. Its high ceilings were decorated with ancient flakes of dust and spider webs, weaved when the war broke out, when the place had been converted in a temporary refuge for the wounded.

Fragments of that austerity clung to the thick walls of the gym, like in the way the room would always be cold, even when bursting with activity. This was the case now, as Cinnabar could hear voices and directions bouncing off the walls of the gym in echoes that reverberated through the entire institute. Even if the spider webs had long been accepted as integral part of the building, it didn’t mean that the floor and windows weren’t in need of cleaning.

Yet, most of the noise was coming from the metallic choir of chairs and tables being picked up and arranged in symmetric compositions. Sphene was in charge of directing this loud orchestra while Jade, sleeved rolled up and hair tied in a ponytail, took on themselves most of the heavy job, lifting and moving around pieces of furniture as Sphene saw fit.

As the chilly humidity of the gym clung to Cinnabar’s coat, they realized that they had been hanging around like a misplaced piece of furniture, out of synch with the frantic rhythm of the people around them. It was all too familiar.

Diamond took hold of Cinnabar’s arm just as the umpteenth existential crisis climbed its way up Cinnabar’s consciousness.

“Geez, look at the mess those tiles are. Will you help me fetch a broom and a rag? How can Sphene hope to arrange the tables like this? Did they even clean them? I’d never place a cake on top of them, no no, Bort’s gonna hate it.”

Mixing complaints with detailed plans about the party and how they were going to help, Diamond dragged a dazed Cinnabar down the high-ceilinged corridors of the dormitories, the echoes of their shoes on the tiled floor getting lost in the cacophony of voices and activities. Cinnabar was wracking their mind to come up with something they could help with. Something quiet and that wouldn’t be physically demanding and that they could preferably do alone and unsupervised.

Dia was already offering a terrified Cinnabar a broom when, out of desperation, Cinnabar thought of telling them they’d help Red Beryl with the decorations. No amount of glue and glitter in their hair would be worse than have everyone judge them creeping their way back into the group. Or be forced to clean. Yet, Euclase’s voice cut them off their plans.

“Shinsha, can you help us with the potatoes?”

“Wha-“

“Aw, looks like someone needs you more than me,” Dia complained, “I’m gonna go ask Benito, I think I saw them around. See you, dear,” and, waving a goodbye, Diamond ran back to the gym, leaving their friend to drag their way into the kitchen.

The clanging of pots and pans filled the room, just like the smell of tomatoes and onions would do in a couple of hours. The first wafts of warm air were raising from the old stove in wood-scented, invisible spirals, a welcomed change from the cold of the gym.

With small steps, Cinnabar walked into the kitchen, careful not to cross anyone’s gaze, and waited for Euclase to notice their presence. At least they would give Cinnabar’s hands something else to do than twisting and scratching.

“Hey,” and of course the first person to notice Cinnabar would be Phosphophyllite.

They were carrying a huge pot in their arms, shoulders curved under the weight, and if Cinnabar had not been so uselessly surprised, they’d offer some help.

“Oh, Shinsha, here you are,” Euclase finally made their appearance. They put their hand on Phos’ shoulder, in a possessive gesture that the height difference between them made funny. “Hope you’re doing well, dear. We really need a couple more hands to peel and cut the potatoes, Phos is already taking care of the sweets, aren’t you dear?”

“Well, I, uh, I haven’t done anything yet.”

Euclase chuckled.

“Then let’s get to work. I’ll bring you the knives.”

Cinnabar went to pick up a box of potatoes, their eyes following Phos as the younger one put down the pot and began to gather the ingredients to make a dough.

Euclase had turned on the radio and they were humming a soft tune as they worked and Zircon and Morga had joined them. Cinnabar still felt like an off-key chord, so they kept their mouth shut, but they nonetheless dragged the potatoes to the same table Phos was working at. As they sat down, they noticed that Euclase had placed the knives exactly there, as if they had known.

Phos was eerily silent. They weren’t singing, they weren’t focusing on anything else that wasn’t the dough, their eyes forcefully cast downwards, as if the whole kitchen could catch on fire if they barely crossed Cinnabar’s gaze.

Phos’ arms were still clothed and now they were white up to their elbow, sticky pieces of dough and egg dangling from the fabric of their shirt. Yet, as nervous as they looked, Phos’ hands were stirring the mixture with energetic confidence, in smooth, precise motions. It was hypnotic almost, completely different from the way Phos used to be and from the way Cinnabar still was, Cinnabar realized eyeing the potato they had been torturing for five minutes.

“You’re good,” they mumbled, more out of fairness than to break the ice.

Phos looked struck.

“Oh, thanks. It’s nothing, really.”

“When did you learn?”

Phos shrugged.

“Practice, I guess.”

“Oh.”

“It’s just relaxing.”

Phos’ cheeks dimpled in a soft smile, which Cinnabar mimicked. Somehow, the silence that followed wasn’t as heavy as usual.

An hour and no more than two potatoes later, the first batch of cookies was done and Cinnabar, despite the high levels of social activity, was still alive.

The kitchen’s air had become a bizarre concoction of sweet and sour smells that spanned from the tomato sauce still on the stove to the umpteenth jam tart.

Cinnabar wasn’t sure they liked the smell, they thought as they munched on a milk cookie, but it was warm and not unpleasant. They even smiled in Zircon’s general direction as a sign of appreciation, portioning the sweet in impossibly small bites just to keep their mind occupied.

Euclase on the other hand was ecstatic. They looked like they were floating rather than walking, their feet never resting on the same spot more than a couple of seconds. Like an experienced conductor, they would direct everyone’s activities until they flew together in seamless harmony.

Even when they left the kitchen to supervise those in gym, Euclase’s presence never really left the room. Maybe it was in the way the music coming from the radio still filled the bubbles of silences that arose when Nepti or little Morga had nothing more to say. Maybe it was in the way Zircon’s attitude mimicked Euc’s perfectly. Cinnabar reprimanded themselves for never noticing: Zircon would even put their hands on their hips with the same constructed gentleness of Euclase.

Small talk soon filled the room with its unobtrusive presence. Like Cinnabar had expected, most of the questions and the comments were directed at Phos and Phos dodged them all with artistry. Cinnabar wondered if the others knew about Antarc or how much Euclase had filled them in on Phos’ past. Judging by the number of sheepish smiles and whispered comments, everyone knew. It was the same brand of fakeness that Cinnabar had been trying to run away from.

It made Cinnabar’s heart sink, especially when they looked back at Phos and absorbed the way their hands and eyes would be focused on work, as if they didn’t care, as if other people could never reach them through the bubble that they had created for themselves. Phos must know too that they were the talk of town and somehow they had accepted it with a smile.

Rolling down the sleeves of their flowered chemise, Euclase waltzed back inside the kitchen. Their eyes gleamed with a new question for Phosphophyllite.

“Oh, dear,” they began, “I can’t begin to imagine what we’d have done today without you. You’re such a dear, you should really come by more often. Actually, why don’t we set up your room again? I’m sure everyone’ll be so happy to have you back.”

From their position right in front of Phos, Cinnabar could notice the way Phos’ hands tightened around their spoon.

“Oh, that’s so… nice, thanks. I’ll think about it.”

“Which reminds me,” Euc ventured further, coming closer, “you still haven’t told us where you’re staying.”

Cinnabar’s eyes darted to Phos’ face, along with everyone else’s. Cinnabar would lie if they didn’t admit their own curiosity, but once again Phos didn’t answer, which left Euclase to soften the edges of a heavy silence with more words.

“I’m just worried,” they said holding a hand to their chest, “are you okay? Do you need anything? Is there anything we can do for you?”

This time, Phos offered Euclase one of those soft, distant smiles Cinnabar was becoming used to.

“I’m fine,” they said.

Euclase placed their hand on top of Phos’ shoulder, like they had done a few hours ago.

“We’re here for you, okay? I just want you to know that. We’ll always be here for you.”

A chorus of soft approvals and smiles seconded Euc’s words and Cinnabar thought that Phos looked relieved for the smallest second.

Phos nodded, smiling with more conviction than before.

“Thanks, guys,” they said.

One potato at a time, everyone retired. Some went back to their rooms in the dorms, others went back home or just around town, to spend some more time together. Only Euclase, Jade and Diamond lingered to tidy up. When Phos insisted to help, they shushed them off and shoved them out of the building in a chorus of polite pleasantries.

Cinnabar had no idea why they had waited until Phos was leaving to come back home. Sometime between Dia’s cleaning frenzy and Euc’s speech, they must have elected Phos as their designated buddy to cling onto.

The sky had darkened to a gloomy blue and the air was chilly. It pricked at Cinnabar’s nose like mint, humid and fresh like the season that had just begun. Cinnabar breathed in deeply, reveling in the fact that they were still alive, that their clothes would smell of onion for days, and that it was okay. To their surprise, they realized that they weren’t in a bad mood.

Phos was shoving their hands inside their coat with affected emphasis, as if noticing just now that Cinnabar and them were alone together. They had the eyes of a lost puppy, which was relatable, and they followed Cinnabar in silence as they made their way past the gate with slow, quiet steps.

The first stars were peeping through a soft curtain of clouds and the metal of the gate was a comfortable presence behind Cinnabar’s back. It was like the institute had spit them out, refusing them but also letting them go, free to live as they pleased.

Phos’ goodbye interrupted their train of thoughts.

“Thanks for coming,” Phos said, “I’m sorry I made you but it was… nice. I mean, I had fun and I hope you didn’t hate it and you’re not too angry with me.”

“’twas okay,” Cinnabar mumbled.

Phos raised their shoulders sheepishly.

“That’s good then, I’m happy,” they smiled. “I should be going, I’ll leave you be.”

Cinnabar looked at them, then at the pebbles that crowded the sidewalk behind Phos and that had suddenly acquired incredibly interesting shapes and colors. Rather than exhausted, Cinnabar found out that the day had made them braver. They shoved their hands inside their pockets, tightening their fists.

“Walk me home?” they said.

#houseki no kuni #land of the lustrous #hnk #cinnaphos #cinnabar #fic tag #1960s au

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