#Just a little something I wrote years ago

[adore-laur]

DAD HARRY BLURB

someone requested them finding out the gender of baby #3 :) please reblog & give feedback!

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Harry pulls into the parking lot of the bakery he used to work at irregularly, the faded burgundy bricks a familiar sight. It hasn't been revamped much from when he was in his mid-twenties and struggling to earn a livable wage by juggling pastry-making, bartending, and training to be a chef. While he's not necessarily fond of those stressful workplace memories, the one that stands out the most is when he saw your pretty face again in the bakery. It was fate at its finest, and the rest is cherished history. He'll always be grateful for this place.

Over five years later, he is back with exhilaration thrumming in his chest. He's older now, his life wildly different than before he met you—now, he has a steadfast romance that keeps getting better, two precious daughters, and another baby on the way, all in a house where the ocean breeze kisses his skin every morning. He never envisioned being lucky enough to live out his dream so profoundly.

Harry steps out of the car, enjoying the subdued sunshine. He spins his key ring around his pointer finger, a smile already lifting his lips as he shoulders the front door open. The scent of baked bread and hints of vanilla greets him, along with the bakery's owner, Doreen, who gives him a cordial wave. She's a short woman in her sixties who has been running the place since before Harry was born. The long grey braid tapering down her back swings back and forth as she wipes the storefront windows with a rag. An apron is tied around her waist, the well-worn fabric dusted with flour and smears of blue frosting. She hasn't changed one bit.

"Hello, dear," Doreen says, briefly pausing her cleaning to kiss his cheek. Even on her tiptoes, Harry has to bend down to close the gap. "I know something you don't!"

He inhales deeply, that warm thrum returning. "You sure do."

She grins mischievously. "It's in the fridge, top left shelf. Help yourself."

Harry walks toward the two-section glass fridge behind the counter. A week ago, you did a blood test that could detect the baby's gender earlier than an ultrasound. At your request to keep it a secret for now, the obstetrician wrote the results down and sealed it in an envelope, which Harry then brought to the bakery and ordered a two-tier vanilla cake with either pink or blue frosting inside. Only the baker would know until it was sliced into by you and him. You both wanted a different type of reveal this time around. Last pregnancy, it was kept a surprise until birth. You're both too excited to wait this time.

"Thank you again for doing this," Harry says, taking the white bakery box with a yellow sticky note that has Styles Family scribbled on it. "If you ever need extra help around here, don't hesitate to give me a call."

"Oh, don't worry about me." Doreen places her hands on her hips, winking at him. "I'm sure you have your hands full at home."

He laughs softly. "I do, but they're wonderful little helpers. I could always bring them in, even if it's just to taste test."

"How old are they now?"

"Four and one. Our oldest is in her first year of preschool."

She shakes her head in disbelief. "Goodness, how time flies. Plus a bun in the oven?"

"She's eleven weeks," he replies, smiling proudly.

"How is she feeling?"

Harry thinks back to when he left this morning, leaving you lying in bed sandwiched by the kids still in their pajamas. "Pretty fatigued, but she knows what to expect by now. She's doing everything she can to stay motivated."

"Well, I was happy to hear the news and so honored to be one of the first ones to know such a special secret," Doreen says, pinching his earlobe affectionately. "I baked my best cake for you. Oh, that reminds me!" She scurries over to a nearby table to retrieve a wrapped plate with an assortment of desserts, no doubt baked by her. "These are for you and your girls."

Harry's heart swells, and he pecks her cheek with gratitude. "We appreciate it so much. And I'm serious: I'll put my old apron back on if you need me to. I still know how to make a mean batch of macarons."

She shoos him away with her cleaning rag. "Go on, you silly boy. Be with your family."

He beams on his way out of the bakery, wanting nothing more.

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Harry arrives back home in the late morning, feeling grateful that it's the weekend. The house is quiet, and he'd bet money that his girls are in the same position he left them an hour ago. Arguably, that's what Sundays are for—cuddles under warm sheets and no obligation to be anywhere else.

The front door snicks shut, and he walks the short distance to the kitchen to set the cake box on the island. His fingers itch to open it and sink a knife into the layer of frosting, but he refrains. The time will come.

Instead, he heads to the bedroom, keeping his footsteps light. Sure enough, you're curled up with two little girls tucked into the outline of your body. Harry commits the view to memory before sitting on the edge of the mattress. You stir awake from a light sleep, your eyes opening and finding him. The first-trimester fatigue is obvious, and it's as endearing as it was the first time.

"Morning, lazybones," he says softly.

You yawn, stretching your arms, and the fierce urge to hold you close and never leave this bed rushes through him. "Hi. Did you get the cake?"

"I did." He strokes the bridge of your nose with his knuckle, sensing your lethargy. "Feeling okay?"

"So-so. I was a little queasy earlier."

"Did you eat yet?" he asks, and you shake your head in response. "Want me to make something?"

"I don't have much of an appetite, but I'm sure the girls would love a big breakfast," you say. Harry smiles, taking a moment to admire their innocent faces still deep in sleep. He hopes they're having pleasant dreams.

"Okay. I'll be in the kitchen."

"Wait for me, please." You carefully sit up with a dazed and adorable look in your eyes.

Harry sighs fondly and says, "You need to listen to your body. Don't resist rest."

Pouting, you shed the blanket and swing your legs over the bed, ignoring his sensible advice. "But my body's telling me that it misses you."

"Sweetheart..." He cuts himself off, realizing he has no way to refute that. He knows wholeheartedly because he feels it too. Working full-time and coming home to parent with you leaves little room for quality time together. Consequently, there was never time to squeeze a babymoon in the past four years. He'll have to ponder that idea more in-depth, especially now that your pregnancy is swiftly heading to the halfway mark. Probably smart to plan a trip during that sweet spot, when you're not too physically uncomfortable. He wants to have fun with you, away from the kids. Explore an exotic place and luxuriate in romance with no one around.

"Harry?" you say, pulling him out of his titillating trance. He was just beginning to envisage you naked on a canopy bed in Fiji, the evening sun casting over your dips and curves. Lying there all majestically, waiting for him to feast on you. Paradise personified.

"Sorry, just musing." He clears his throat and thinks of innocent things, like buttermilk pancakes and hash browns.

"Uh-oh," you reply playfully before standing up and leaving him with a tempting view of your bare legs. As you freshen up in the bathroom, Harry leans over his daughters and kisses their heads. They both stir minimally, their disheveled curls rustling against the pillows. He wonders if his genes will ever have mercy in that department when the next baby arrives.

Eventually, you follow Harry into the kitchen, and there's a familiar thrill in having a brief window of alone time before the kids require attention. He smoothly pulls you into his embrace and asks, "How's our baby?"

You look down at your stomach and lift the silk camisole covering it. "Finally making an appearance, I think."

Pulling back slightly, Harry assesses the tiny protrusion—it's much tinier than the last two were around the same eleven-week mark. "Oh, hello there," he murmurs with a winsome smile. The proof of you carrying a child is nearly unnoticeable, at least in a physical sense, but the smallness keeps it a secret from any outsiders. Inside this home, it's his to savor.

You laugh, silently marveling over it with him, then glance at the cake over his shoulder. "We could have cake for breakfast."

Harry pulls you close again and waddles your conjoined bodies forward until your back meets the island. "That depends on if you want to find out now or later. It's up to you."

Looping your arms around his neck, you contemplate for a few seconds before saying, "Let's wait until later tonight—at least until I'm feeling better."

"Absolutely. Maybe we can head down to the beach at sunset with the girls. Have a mini celebration."

You nod. "I'd like that."

"Done deal." The thin strap of your silk camisole slips down your shoulder, and Harry groans when the curve of your breast peeks out. He cups it in his palm, and your body reacts by pressing into him even further. "So, what's your final prediction?" he asks, kissing the tender flesh there and readjusting the strap. Focus, he tells himself. The girls need breakfast.

You make a show of thinking long and hard. "Unforeseen quadruplets? I'd be a medical mystery."

Harry narrows his eyes, suppressing a grin. "Hysterical." He widens his stance until he's the same height as you. "C'mon, give it to me."

"Final prediction is... girl," you say assuredly. That word tugs at his heartstrings, the ones belonging to the instinctive protectiveness he has toward his daughters.

"I'm sticking with boy," he says for the sake of a friendly husband-wife competition.

You quirk your brow and slowly back out of his embrace. "I can't believe you're not trusting my womanly intuition."

"I've guessed correctly the last two times," he reminds you. "Don't underestimate my mojo."

"All right. Best of luck, baby."

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Harry shivers in an overdramatic fashion while holding his youngest daughter, and she giggles, thoroughly entertained. He always enjoys the walk down to the private beach, where the expansive view never ceases to amaze him. At sunset, it's even more phenomenal. The wind carries a coolness to it, and the sky transpires into heavenly hues of lavender, teal, and marigold. No matter the weather, he makes an effort to watch it fade into the night alongside his family.

Tonight is extra special, and as he glances back at you trailing behind with the cake box and two empty champagne glasses in one hand and your eldest's small hand in the other, his excitement intensifies. He was patient all afternoon, even crawling back in bed with you and the girls to bask in a catnap under the warm sheets. Afterward, the laziness continued as you all watched a movie together on the couch and ate takeout. Now it's time for dessert.

Near the shoreline, Harry sets down his youngest and removes the quilted blanket from around his shoulders. He shakes it out and watches her toddle on the sand. She just started walking on her own last month, and he can never be too cautious with her curious nature. There's nothing more bloodcurdling than a child wandering off without a sound.

The girls go off to play with their dolls near the sandcastle they built near the hammock. It's far enough from the waves for them to be semi-unsupervised.

Harry lays the blanket down and sits. You join him, passing over the glasses. He brought a bottle of grape juice as a substitute for wine.

After pouring juice into each glass, Harry hands one over to you and lifts his in the air. "Cheers to growing our beautiful family. Cheers to being happy, healthy, and perpetually sleep-deprived. We make an amazing team, and... I just love you. Inexplicably so." He clinks his glass with yours and takes a hearty sip, never taking his eyes off you.

"Cheers," you say, letting the tart liquid travel down your throat.

Harry rubs his palms together and says, "Ready?"

You give him a smile only he knows the meaning of. "Let's have some cake."

He slides the box over and fingers open the seal. When he lifts the top, you shuffle forward and melt into his side, staying there as he stares at the coating. It's only plain white buttercream frosting with swirly pink and blue dollops caressing the circular edge, but the part that makes him teary-eyed is the cursive icing that reads Baby Styles. Although it's his third and most likely last child, the feeling never gets old. Every newborn experience challenges him in an entirely new way. It's unexpected, enlightening, and emotionally rewarding. And to do it by your side is the greatest accomplishment he'll ever know.

Wiping the corners of his eyes, Harry picks up the knife. You place your hand over his grip on the handle and kiss his bicep. "No peeking," you say, closing your eyes.

Harry does the same and rests his forehead against yours. Slowly, he maneuvers the knife to blindly cut a triangular slice. His heart pounds in anticipation. The bet he made with you doesn't matter anymore. Either outcome, he'll be ecstatic.

"You look first," he whispers, his lips brushing yours with each syllable.

"No, you do it," you whisper back.

"You know, we never discussed what the prize is for whoever guessed correctly," he says, shifting the knife so the slice breaks free.

"I know what I want."

"Yeah?" he murmurs, nudging his nose with yours. "Tell me.”

"I want to go on vacation somewhere far away, just me and you."

"Remember what happened last vacation?" His eyes are still closed, and vivid memories play behind his lids.

"Yes, I do,” you say. “You got me pregnant, but that was only because there was something in the Italian air."

He laughs and captures your lips in a quick kiss. "Is that the only reason? I seem to recall you—"

"Daddy, what flavor is the pink stuff?"

Harry's eyes shoot open, and for a split second, he sees that yours are still shut as his head whips toward his eldest daughter skipping over with her favorite doll in tow. His youngest follows her, picking up handfuls of sand along the way.

Brows furrowed, he looks at you again to find you staring at the cake with a dumbstruck expression. He honestly forgot it was there, too caught up in the intimate moment he was sharing with you, where the darkness enhanced the warm sensations of his skin touching yours, the grape scent of your breath, and the way your sensual words sent shivers down his spine.

All that floats away when he sees creamy pink frosting in the middle of the sponge cake. It's a delicate shade of pink similar to the newborn hospital hat they put on his firstborn daughter. Similar to the sunrise the day his second daughter decided to come into the world.

Pink. Another baby girl.

Making a spontaneous choice, Harry pulls his sweater off and sprints full speed toward the ocean, shouting with glee. He hears your shocked guffaw as he tumbles forward into the shallow water. The coldness is a shock to his system, but it doesn't compare to the fact that you're having a girl. He hoped for it deep in his heart. He dreamt it.

You walk over to him, eyes glassy and holding a large forkful of cake. "I was right!"

Harry heaves big breaths, adrenaline rushing through his blood vessels. His sweatpants are soaked, but it's the last thing on his mind. He clumsily reaches you and places his palms on your stomach, kissing it repeatedly. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he says, overwhelmed with emotion. He looks up, his next words intended for you. "You made our dreams come true, baby. And I don't know how to repay you, but I’ll try. I swear it.”

"You've already repaid me, Harry, by being the most devoted and dependable father to our girls."

He smiles, his cheeks hurting. "Three girls now. Holy shit.”

You collapse in his arms, crying and laughing with happiness. He catches you and gently brings you down to the sand. The wind whips around both your bodies, not able to penetrate the heat of this unforgettable moment.

Amidst bites of cake and promises of a couple's vacation to wherever your heart desires, a shout of "It's strawberry-flavored!" carries over, nestling deep in Harry’s heart.

Life couldn't be sweeter.

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[endlessdreamworld]

Under the Veil

An 18+ fic starring Aventurine X Fem!Reader as husband and wife. Minors DNI, sort of a continuation of the general headcanons post I wrote CW: infertility, A pretty harrowing dead dove do no eat flashback involving graphic depictions of sex trafficking, non con and SA for past Aventurine, as well as a brief mention of drugs. Wordcount: 4.5k

You felt grateful for your husband’s embrace now more than ever. It was warmth you desperately needed. It was security you didn’t deserve, not when you feel like you’ve robbed him of something he deserved more than anyone else in the world. Last but not least, it muffled your quiet sobs as you processed the reality you should have been expecting all along. After all, you and Aventurine have been actively trying for kids since the day you got married over three years ago. Something was critically wrong, but you both believed that this was something money could fix. You had already spent so much money crafting the perfect nest for all of the little ones you promised to bring into the world together. You promised him no less than half a dozen kids with eyes as bright and vivid as his and no one else’s. You weren’t one to ever break your promises, not until today.

A fresh wave of tears spilled out of the corners of your eyes and into your husband’s shoulder. You didn’t deserve to be comforted like this – not when you failed him so terribly, but you knew if you tried to pull away he wouldn’t have it. So instead you inhaled deeply, taking in his scent of today’s chosen cologne. You shuddered when you quickly recognized the smell of lavender. If anyone knew the first thing about scented oils it was the calming and anxiety relieving factors of lavender. Between the pacifying fragrance and the feeling of his sweater made from the cashmere of some rare creature, it was a matter of time before the tears finally stopped.

It was unlike Aventurine to wear a simple sweater as part of the ensemble of his outfit of the day given just how much fun he has peacocking around, but between the softness of the cashmere and the session of aromatherapy, his feelings on the matter of your infertility were obvious. He was fully prepared for this outcome and came deliberately equipped to ease you through the heartbreak. Your husband kissed the crown of your head and stroked your back until you found yourself kissing him back on the shoulder and the inside of his neck. After a few more deep breaths, you worked up the nerve to look him in his eyes. It was a relief to see them narrowed softly, exuding as much warmth as the day you both took your wedding vows. You felt lighter to see he loved you as much as ever. “I’m sorry honey,” you whispered into his neck. He gave you a squeeze, and laughed quietly. The soft melodic lilt tickled the tip of your ear.

You weren’t the same after receiving the news of your utterly barren womb. Your smile didn’t reach your eyes and you stayed in bed more and more. Aventurine was dying on the inside seeing you struggle like this, feeling entirely responsible for it. He’s always wanted to be a father, that much was apparent. He made it known countless times well before the talks of marriage. The Sigonian was quite good at dealing with the cards he was given both literal and metaphorical. It’s rare that he misplays so catastrophically.

Aventurine knew it would be no easy task to convince you how little this mattered to him in the bigger scheme of things, how it was you who was his everything. You saw through it all, the bravado, the bluffing, the bullshit. You barely had to try and you found the pathetic shell of a man beneath the fineries and you chose to dive in head first. It was a long and miserable road to get to a point where you were both happy.  The fact that you were even engaging in regular intimacy after everything he’s been through is nothing short of a miracle.

Sex trafficking and slavery go hand in hand, and the life of a ‘pretty slave’ in the hands of society’s upper crust was one of unparalleled shame. He, of course, was mostly transparent about how… well used he was. Your husband never gave you the full details of what happened, favoring to spin the lie of how ‘he forgot’ which he hoped would become the truth like the other half dozen lies he continuously spun. 

He wanted to forget his first time, auctioned off to a man who was no less than thrice as old as he was, lusting over someone who was still more boy than man. He wanted to forget how that predator’s chest hair felt against his back, how the sweat slickened curls made him squirm while they left their slimy trails along his flesh. Aventurine wanted to forget the feeling of the man’s palm on his cheek as he forced the Sigonian’s face into the pillows and lined up their hips. He wanted to forget the pain of the violation. Most of all, he wanted to forget the humiliation of his body’s own betrayal as the high roller stroked him off, the little mewls and groans that slipped through his traitorous lie spinning lips before he made a mess on the bed. He wanted to forget the feeling of blood laced spunk dripping down his thigh that night. It was no small consolation that he at least had long forgotten that face.

 He wanted to forget the taste of sweat and salt leaking from every cock he had to suck. He wanted to forget the shapes of them, the smell of them, the leers, the smacks, the feeling of strangers tugging on his hair. He wanted to forget the ‘parties’ his master rented him out to. He wanted to forget about the streaks of jizz on his lower back, how they wiped themselves off on him leaving hedonistic tallies keeping score of some sick game they played amongst themselves. He wanted to forget the drugs needed to perform when his body would no longer cooperate. He – “Honey, are you okay?” You asked him. He had been staring off into space for a while. Whenever he gets like this, it’s pretty obvious he’s stuck somewhere inside of memories he didn’t want to be shackled to.

Ah, even now you’re worrying about me? He thought, and tilted your chin up to give you a kiss on your cheek right below your eye. “Me? I’m fine of course but what about you?” He cupped your face. “You’ve been out of it for the past week. I’ve been worried sick you know?” Truth be told, he was giving you some space but he was always ready to come running when you were finally ready to share some of the pain you’ve been carrying lately with him.

“I’ve been doing some thinking, and I think we should talk.” Oh those dreaded words he always hated hearing. You’ve almost never said them, only when your relationship was in dire straits and you needed something from him in specific. It’s been ages since he heard them.

“Right, I’m sure we do,” he said and sat down next to you on the couch. He faced towards you and rested his arm along the top of the couch. You reached into your bag and pulled out a few resources, but it’s hard for him to pay attention to what’s in your hands when all he can see are the bags under your eyes.

“I’ve been looking into some options for us,” you presented him with some printed documents regarding surrogacy services. “So you can still be a father and pass on the bloodline.” He grew utterly quiet, but you’re undeterred, “Or maybe you could sign up at a fertility clinic and see if you can be registered as a sperm donor. I know Sigonians aren’t exac-”

“Stop,” he cut you off. Your hands froze and clutched onto your well intentioned but foolish research. His fingers rubbed against the backs of yours, coaxing you into giving up those unnecessary papers. You acquiesced and let him shuffle them back onto the table. “We can go to other doctors, get a second or third opinion or whatever.”

It hurt to hear him hold onto hope like this because the chance of having your own children was slim to none. “But what if it just can’t happen?”

“Then it just won’t happen,” he smiled but you could see the pain in his eyes.

“I don’t want you to give this up, Kakavasha. I know how much your Avgin heritage means to you. I–” tears threatened the edge of your vision, and your husband shushed you. “I promised you I’d –” he put his index and middle finger against your lips, sealing them in a gentle hold.

“Ishla rhim,” he addressed you with the Avgin term of endearment meant only for the most intimate of moments. One would be lucky to hear it more than a couple of times in their life. “Let’s pray together, do you remember how? Or do you need a little reminder?” His voice is  as warm and sweet as his namesake.

“I remember,” you told him while lifting up the wrong hand.

He clicked his tongue playfully and retrieved the correct hand while kissing the other. “It’s our left ones. You’ll always see our commitment to each other when we pray,” he rubbed the pad of his finger along the skin of your wedding band seared into your flesh with the same ink that was used for his commodity.

“Right,” you nod and he kissed your forehead. You began to recite the prayer cautiously, “May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes for you…?”

He nodded, “That’s right. Don’t forget the part about keeping your blood eternally pulsing.”

You groaned, “You’d think I’d know the prayer by heart after all this time.”

He laced his fingers with yours pressing your palms flat together. “You do know it, but you’re feeling a bit nervous is all.” He squeezed your fingers together and peppered the backs of your fingers with kisses, one for each knuckle. “Your fingers are shaking. Let me take over.” He recited the prayer line by line, with you following along. Yet still, you didn’t seem to feel better and he could tell. 

The air grew heavier between the two of you, and you finally broke the suffocating silence. “I think we should look into alternatives just in case…” “I’m not interested,” he said, leaving no further room for discussion. “It was only ever going to be you and I.” It was unlike you to be so pushy. You were always so mindful of his needs and careful with his boundaries.

Just as you were about to try to find another angle, he leaned over you, effectively caging you against the back of the couch. “Wife,” he begins, his eyes were colder than you’d seen them before and there was a hint of desperation in the calm black depths of his pupils that made the vivid brights of his iris seem to glow. “I think you’d benefit greatly from being reminded of our wedding vows.” His eyes roamed from your eyes to your lower lip. He grabbed your chin and tilted your face at such an angle where he commanded every last scrap of your attention. “Because you seem to be forgetting the part about ‘in sickness and in health’ and that simply won’t do. How about we renew our vows, right here, right now, hmm?” Aventurine brushed his lips against the corner of your mouth. He nuzzled his face against yours, the caress of his long and full eyelashes finally pulled you from this pit you threw yourself into. You took a better look at him and saw that look again, that one a pet would give you before you closed the door on them before leaving for one task or another. It was that look that screamed ‘please don’t throw me away’ at the top of its lungs. 

How very thoughtless of you, ignoring what was right before your very eyes. You cupped Aventurine’s face with both of your hands and his eyes fluttered shut. Guilt twisted inside of your guts, knotting you in a way that made your stomach flip. It finally dawned on you just how bad of a spot you put his already tortured soul into. “I think I may need a reminder, but not here,” you patted the couch. “There’s not enough pillows.”

“Right,” he sighed in mock defeat, “What was I thinking?” Aventurine scooped you up as he rose to his feet. “Silly me.” Countless times you were the source of his comfort, his little slice of heaven molded into flesh and shaped into his home. Now here you are, in desperate need of comfort and it’s his turn to perform. The stakes have never been higher. He knew if he failed to relieve you of that all-devouring guilt of yours, then a part of you would never be the same and he was having none of it. Aventurine set you down in the middle of your marital bed and you started making quick work of your buttons. “Hey!” he called out to you in a pout, making you freeze. “Hi?” your fingers sheepishly fidgeted with the last remaining button that kept your clothes together.

Your husband approached the edge of the bed and sat down beside you. “That’s not how our wedding night went. This,” his fingers brushed aside your own as he ran the tip of his finger along the flat surface, “was my job. And you stole it from me. Guess we gotta change things up this time.”

Aventurine put his hand on your cheek and you took the opportunity to steal a little more from him. You pawed at his clothes before he had the opportunity to disrobe himself. He hummed in amusement, “Someone is very eager,” he mused, the corners of his lips curled up into that smirk of his that never failed to make you feel like a total mess. It did him well to see you perking up a bit. He playfully pushed you down onto the bed, “Roll over for me. I want to see you on your hands and knees tonight.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You rolled over onto your stomach, just in time to see Aventurine finish undressing. He threw himself onto the bed next to you and brushed your hair back, taking a moment to just… soak in the sight of you. Ages ago he’d lay down next to you, too scared to touch you, scared to make you dirty. You always took things slow, always left the floor open for every no he was brave enough to say. That’s why the talk of all of these ‘options’ felt so unnecessary.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You,” he quipped smoothly. It was clear his mind was elsewhere, but he seemed content enough so there was no need to press him on it. He weaved his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt before sliding his hand up the skin on your back. With his free hand, he popped open that last button you so graciously saved for him. Aventurine made quick work of the rest of your clothing and basked in the familiar sight of you. It would always only be you. He trailed his fingers down your back, leaving little paths of gooseflesh in their wake.

“That tickles,” you laughed quietly and rubbed your back against his exploring hand. As you went to roll over and swat his hand away, he held onto your wrist and kept you on your stomach.

“On your knees for me. Please?” He nuzzled the side of your cheek. This isn’t a position you took often, so it was tremendously exciting. You felt invigorated by the simple gesture of getting on all fours. Your husband placed a hand on your hip to savor the feeling of your skin and quickly clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Too cold.” He stepped away. You turned your head to see him fidgeting with the thermostat.

“It’s not that serious. I’m not cold, I’m lonely,” you whined from on the bed. He always doted on you so much, too much even – especially during intimacy. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t understand it. His words from the day you finally bridged that threshold play inside of your mind on loop during times like these. “I’ve been embraced so many times before, but this is the first time I’ve been held.”

He laughed at how petulant you’re being, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it heartwarming. Aventurine returned to your side and placed his hand on your back once more. He slid the tips of his fingers past your hips, past your ass, until they settled around your already damp lips. He traced his fingers along your slit and felt your slick stick to his dexterous digits. Your husband knew your body well and didn’t even need to slip a finger in to know how easily you’d take two more. “Yes, you certainly feel very lonely.” The way he said it made you want to protest his teasing, but honestly? He didn’t want to leave you unsatisfied for any longer.

The bed shifted under his weight as he joined you. You bent your arms, your front half dipping low enough so you could feel your chest settle on those oh so familiar soft silk sheets. Your husband sighed in satisfaction as he settled his hand on your shoulder. The warmth of his hands radiated through the relaxed muscles of your back. Strands of his soft blonde hair tickled the side of your face before you felt his nose rub against the left side of your neck. He placed a tender kiss right on the same spot his commodity tattoo would be and you purred in turn, your hands already clutching at the sheets as you salivated in anticipation. Aventurine gave himself a couple of strokes before he nestled the head of his cock at the entrance of your snatch, the lips swollen and puffy from arousal. He smirked into the skin of your neck.

“Wow, I don’t even have to touch you anymore to turn your guts into tangled ribbons,” he whispered in such a sultry tone before running his tongue along the artery in your neck. Your pulse raced wildly against the damp muscle oh so deliciously. He loved driving you crazy like this, loved the way he could move your heart, loved the noises he was going to pry out of your sweet lips.

He was met with no resistance as he bore his weight down on you. The head of his cock breached your entrance before he carefully sheathed himself into you. A little sigh of delight huffed out of your partially parted mouth. You gave a light wave with your fingers as an invitation. Aventurine placed the palm of his hand over the back of yours, lacing your hands together. He gave you a light squeeze and finished bottoming out before kissing the side of your neck.

It was a bit surprising feeling him stop there, and you thought that maybe he changed his mind. Before you had time to overthink it, he murmured into your ear as a reminder, “We’re supposed to be renewing our vows, love.”

Oh yes, that’s right, you were already so cock drunk that you forgot that part. “Right, it was just the –” you felt the tip of the fingers of his free hand trail land on your sternum. They felt cold against your burning skin.

“Yes?”

“The standard ones, something classic.” It was so unbelievably hard to keep your head in the corporeal realm when Aventurine’s touch was propelling you to heaven.

“Right, I’m listening. I want to hear you recite them because I think you might have forgotten.”

“For bett-” he started to drag his fingers from your sternum to your navel, leaving a pit in your stomach. He felt your weeping cunt seize his shaft in a chokehold. Your voice pitched high, “better andpoorer.”

“For better and for worse,” he nipped your ear and trailed his fingers back up the center of your torso before they settled back between your breasts. You clamped down firmly on his hand in your own, an attempt at avenging your broken focus. “Come on, what was next?”

“For richer, an-” he dragged his fingers from above to further below this time, settling just over your womb. “Richer and for poorer.”

He placed a warm kiss on your temple. “Good girl,” he cooed, tickling your hair. “Next?”

Your tongue swiped at your lower lip and then spit out the next bit as fast as you possibly could before he had the opportunity to scramble your brains anymore than he already had. “Insicknessan-” You should have known better than to try something like this. The moment you committed to spitting out your wedding vows, Aventurine had already taken hold of your swollen clit in between his fingers. You stumbled, unable to hold your hips up for a brief moment. Not that it had any affect on your position with the way he was holding onto you.

“In sickness and in health, and don’t you dare ever forget it,” he threatened.

You shook your head and then laid it out one last time, “But what if this is it? What if we can’t have kids of our own.”

Your husband grew silent, and you’re afraid you broke the moment when all you wanted was to be considerate of what he was sentencing himself to.

“Then it’s very simple, isn’t it?” His thighs rubbed against yours as he rolled his hips. The way his cock grinds against your core makes your eyes roll back into your head. “I’ll be the last Avgin. The bloodline dies with me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Aventurine holds you still as he rocks back and forth in a steady motion. He sounded so happy as he said it, and the last of this festering worry was stolen away from you. 

Fuck, he knew just the right thing to say didn’t he? It wasn’t fair. If only you could be half as good as he was but right now, all you could do was confess a sloppy “I love you,” into the mattress accompanied by a thin stream of drool.

He huffed a breathy laugh against your back, “Oh I know you do.” Cocky and self-assured, just the way you like him. Aventurine inhaled and lightly rolled his fingers, swirling your bead in pace with the soft rock of his body against yours. You sighed, you squealed, you sang – just for him. Oh how he loved to hear you, see you, smell you. He focused on those sensations as he tried to believe the lie he just told you. Was it a lie though, if it was one of omission? It’s not like he was lying to you outright. While yes, it was that simple, that this was what he wanted, he’d be lying if he didn’t say how painful the solitude would be.

But none of that was important, not when the scent of your shampoo tickled his senses, nor when he watched the wet spot near your face slowly grow from the steady stream of drool. It was some delightful proof of just how much you were enjoying yourself. He had you right where he wanted you, and although it was out of character for him to leave you hanging on the edge, there was something he needed to do for himself or rather for both of your sakes.

“I’m going to grab something to make things a bit more exciting,” he kissed your forehead before carefully disentangling himself from you. Aventurine had enough kink for a lifetime after all of the subjugation he went through so he didn’t own what he was looking for. A substitute would do. After all, this wouldn’t be the first time nor the last time that he would hide behind his wealth as a shield. He retrieved his favorite necktie, and swirled it proactively. It was some unintentional good planning on his part that he’s spent countless hours on sleight of hand tricks. He needed the practice now more than ever. If anyone would be able to spot his facade slipping, his fingers shaking and unsure, it would be you – his chosen life partner. “Here, let me put this on,” he said as he wrapped the makeshift blindfold around your eyes. A tool, a misdirection, a temporary respite.

Aventurine rolled you onto your back and you were none the wiser to the forlorn and broken expression on his face. He needed to cry, to mourn the family you were supposed to have. The nursery he’d disassemble by himself for your sake. He couldn’t worry you, not when you needed the comfort more, when he knew what it was like to feel small and helpless as your body betrayed what you wanted. It wouldn’t be difficult to pass his tears off as sweat, his shaking voice as swells of his own pleasure. Of course he felt good too. Everyone is more comfortable at home. He saw your fingers twitching in his peripherals, a tell that was far more consistent and obvious than the frenzied fluttering of your insides. Yes, now would be a good time.

Your husband crashed his lips against yours, a calculated act of theft as he stole your cries of ecstasy right out of your throat. Some might call it slimy, some might call it cunning, he called it commitment as he used the tortured screams of your climax to mask his own erratic breathing and whimpers of heartbreak. You fell still beneath him and hummed in satisfaction. Your fingers peeled off the blindfold, and you could finally get a good look of his smiling face. He thanked Gaiathra Triclops for giving him the strength to pull himself together so he could face you with a proper smile instead of that hollow one you’d see right through in a heartbeat. “I didn’t know renewing our vows could be so fun,” you beamed up at him, a smile as calming as the moon. He found himself nuzzling into your hand. “Romantic right?”

You laughed and nodded enthusiastically beneath him. “Wanna get cleaned up?” You gave his cheek a squish.

“Now that sounds like a great idea.” Your life together carried on. This was just another point in time, one he wouldn’t deem as suffering no matter how painful. As a gambler he weighed the risks and rewards of every encounter, every interaction. Every move was calculated, every word was said with purpose. Who knows? Maybe Mama Fenge would bless him with a miracle. After all, as the fortunate boy born on the day of Kakava he was blessed from the moment he was born. All in, he didn’t even need to remind himself as he helped you wash your hair, relishing in the smile on your face, one you gifted him with today and tomorrow and every day to come.

[scarletwinterxx]

ddaddu series #1 - choi seungcheol dadverse au

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Seungcheol burst through your front door, not even bothering to knock, looking slightly frazzled and out of breath. You were sitting on the living room floor with Areum, helping her color in a princess-themed coloring book, when he made his dramatic entrance.

"What's going on?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as Areum looked up, wide-eyed at her dad's sudden arrival.

"Daddy!" Areum exclaimed, abandoning her crayons and running over to hug him. He scooped her up with a brief smile but quickly turned his attention to you.

"I need your help," he said, his voice low and urgent.

You blinked, confused by his tone. "Help with what? Are you in trouble?"

"Yes," he replied immediately, setting Areum back down and stepping closer to you. "Big trouble. The boys are trying to set me up on a blind date, and I need an alibi."

"So, let me get this straight. Your *big trouble* is a blind date?" you stared at him for a moment, your lips twitching as you try not to laugh

"It's not funny," he protested, running a hand through his hair "Jeonghan and Joshua have been hounding me about it for weeks, and now they've gone and actually arranged something. They told the girl I was available. *Available!* Can you believe that?"

"Well..." you started, unable to keep the teasing tone out of your voice. "You *are* technically available, Seungcheol. You're single, remember?"

He narrowed his eyes at you, clearly unamused. "That's not the point. I don't want to go."

"Then just say no?" you suggested, shrugging

"They won’t take no for an answer! They’ll guilt-trip me into going somehow. You know how they are." He sighed, flopping onto your couch like a man defeated. "That's why I need you to help me. Pretend I’m busy. Say we’ve got plans. Something—anything—to get me out of this."

"And why would I do that?" confused, you ask him

"Because..." He paused, looking genuinely desperate now. "You’re my only hope."

Before you could respond, Areum piped up, her little voice curious. "Daddy, what's a 'blind date'?"

Seungcheol winced, glancing at you for help. You smirked, not about to let him off the hook that easily. "Oh, it's when someone goes out with a stranger to see if they like each other," you explained casually. "Your dad's friends think he needs a girlfriend."

Areum's eyes went wide. "A girlfriend? But Daddy doesn't need a girlfriend. He has Mommy!"

Both you and Seungcheol froze at her innocent declaration, and then your cheeks flushed. You quickly looked away, focusing on the coloring book in front of you.

Seungcheol, on the other hand, seemed to perk up at Areum’s words.

"See?" he said, pointing at her as if she'd just made his case. "Even Areum agrees. I don’t need a girlfriend." as if his five year old's daughter is the only thing making sense right now.

You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.

"Fine," you relented. "What exactly do you want me to say to get you out of this?"

"Anything!" he said quickly, leaning forward. "Just tell them we’re doing something together this weekend. A family thing. They'll back off if they think I'm spending time with you and Areum."

"You're so dramatic," you muttered, shaking your head. "But okay, I'll help you. This time."

"Thank you. You’re a lifesaver." he grinned, looking ridiculously pleased with himself.

"Yeah, yeah," you said, waving him off. "But you owe me for this."

"Deal," he said without hesitation, standing up and pulling Areum into his arms. "You hear that, princess? Daddy’s off the hook, thanks to Mommy."

Areum giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You're silly, Daddy."

Seungcheol laughed, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Yeah, I am. But don’t tell uncle Jeonghan and uncle Joshua that, okay? It’s our little secret."

As he left your apartment, looking far more relaxed than when he’d arrived, you couldn’t help but shake your head at the whole situation. Seungcheol, despite all his bravado, could be such a dork sometimes.

Still, there was a small, unexpected warmth in your chest as you watched him leave. Even after everything, he always seemed to find his way back to you. No matter what excuse he needed to make it happen.

Later that evening, Seungcheol was sitting at home, blissfully unaware that his “alibi” plan was about to backfire. He had just finished putting Areum to bed when his phone buzzed on the coffee table. Picking it up, he saw Jeonghan’s name on the screen.

He answered with a suspicious, “Hello?”

“You sneaky little liar,” Jeonghan’s voice greeted him, half-amused and half-accusing. “You could’ve just said no, you know.”

Seungcheol’s stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?”

“*What am I talking about?* Oh, just the fact that we got a call from *her.*” Jeonghan’s emphasis on the word *her* was enough to make Seungcheol’s heart skip a beat.

“Her?” Seungcheol played dumb, even though he knew exactly who Jeonghan meant.

“Your lovely *ex-wife,*” Jeonghan said, clearly enjoying this. “She called to tell us you’re busy this weekend because you’re spending time with her and Areum. Ring any bells?”

Seungcheol groaned, rubbing his face. “She wasn’t supposed to actually call you! She was just supposed to tell me to tell you—”

“Well, she called anyway,” Jeonghan interrupted, snickering. “And let me just say, it was a very enlightening conversation. Joshua and I were on speakerphone with her, by the way.”

“Oh, great,” Seungcheol muttered, already dreading what was coming next

“She sounded so sweet, too,” Joshua chimed in, suddenly joining the call. “Told us you’d be having a family day. Said you were a great dad and how nice it was that you prioritized Areum.”

“I am a great dad,” Seungcheol defended, even though he knew where this was going

“And then,” Jeonghan continued, his voice dripping with mischief, “she thanked us for ‘understanding.’ Understanding *what,* Seungcheol? That you’re still hopelessly hung up on her?”

“I’m not hung up on her!” Seungcheol snapped, though his face was burning

“Oh, please,” Jeonghan said, laughing now. “You *ran* to her to avoid going on a blind date. If that doesn’t scream ‘still in love with my ex,’ I don’t know what does.”

“It’s not like that,” Seungcheol argued, even though he could hear how weak his own defense sounded

“Then what’s it like?” Joshua asked innocently, though his tone suggested he already knew the answer

Seungcheol sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, I didn’t want to go on the date, and it was the only way I could think of okay? That’s all it was.”

“Sure,” Jeonghan said, drawing the word out. “And the fact that you still wear your wedding ring sometimes doesn’t mean anything either, right?”

“I don’t—” Seungcheol started to protest, but Joshua cut him off.

“And the fact that you’re always making excuses to hang out with her and Areum? Totally not suspicious.”

“Or how about how you still call her whenever something important happens?” Jeonghan added. “Like that time you got promoted, and the *first* person you told wasn’t us, but *her.*”

“Okay, enough!” Seungcheol snapped, though he couldn’t deny any of it. He slumped back on the couch, glaring at the ceiling. “You two are insufferable.”

“Maybe,” Jeonghan said, clearly enjoying this. “But we’re not wrong, are we?”

There was a long pause, and for once, Seungcheol didn’t have a quick comeback. Instead, he muttered, “I’m hanging up now,” and ended the call before they could say anything else.

As he set his phone down, Seungcheol sighed heavily. He hated how well Jeonghan and Joshua knew him. Hated how they could see right through him, even when he tried to deny it.

But most of all, he hated that they were right. Because no matter how much he tried to pretend otherwise, he wasn’t over you.

Not even close.

The next weekend, Seungcheol found himself being herded into a bar by Jeonghan, Joshua, and a few other friends. He hadn’t wanted to come, he’d rather be home with Areum or even by himself but Jeonghan had been persistent, and Seungcheol didn’t have the energy to argue.

“Come on, Cheol,” Jeonghan said, throwing an arm around his shoulders as they walked inside. “You’ve been way too uptight lately. A night out is exactly what you need.”

Seungcheol grunted in response, scanning the bar. It was packed with people, the music loud enough to make casual conversation impossible. He could already feel the headache forming.

“I’ll get us a table,” Joshua said, disappearing into the crowd

As they settled into a corner booth, Jeonghan smirked and gestured toward a group of women near the bar. “What about them? Think any of them would catch your eye, Cheol?”

Seungcheol shot him a glare. “Not interested.”

“Oh, come on,” Jeonghan teased. “You can’t stay hung up on—”

“I said I’m not interested,” Seungcheol interrupted, his tone sharper than he intended

Jeonghan raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. No need to bite my head off.”

But Jeonghan being Jeonghan, he didn’t let it drop. When the women eventually came over, clearly encouraged by Jeonghan and Joshua, Seungcheol’s discomfort was palpable

“Hi,” one of the women said, flashing him a bright smile. “I’m Hyejin. And you are?”

“Not interested,” Seungcheol muttered, taking a sip of his drink without meeting her gaze.

Her smile faltered, but she didn’t give up. “Oh, come on. You’re way too handsome to be sitting here brooding all night.”

Joshua tried to suppress a laugh while Jeonghan nudged him under the table, grinning like the devil himself.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Seungcheol said, still avoiding eye contact.

“Don’t mind him,” Jeonghan said, ever the instigator. “He’s just shy.”

Seungcheol glared at Jeonghan. “I’m not shy.”

“Then talk to her,” Jeonghan challenged, a mischievous glint in his eye

“I don’t want to,” Seungcheol snapped, standing up abruptly. “I’m getting some air.”

As he walked away, Jeonghan burst into laughter. “I swear, he’s worse than a teenager with a crush.”

Outside, Seungcheol leaned against the cool brick wall, letting out a heavy sigh. He didn’t know why he’d let the guys drag him out in the first place. This wasn’t his scene anymore.

He pulled out his phone and instinctively opened your messages. There was a picture you’d sent earlier that day of Areum holding up a crayon drawing of the two of you with her in the middle. She’d written “My Famly” in bright, messy letters at the top.

He smiled to himself, his thumb hovering over the call button.

Before he could make a decision, the door to the bar opened, and Joshua stepped outside, a knowing look on his face. “Thought I’d find you out here.”

“Not in the mood,” Seungcheol muttered, putting his phone away.

Joshua leaned against the wall next to him, crossing his arms. “You know, Jeonghan’s just messing with you. He knows you’re still into her.”

“I’m not—”

“Cheol.” Joshua cut him off with a pointed look. “We’ve known you for years. Don’t even try to deny it.”

Seungcheol sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It doesn’t matter. We’re divorced. She’s moved on.”

“Has she?” Joshua asked, raising an eyebrow

That made Seungcheol pause. “What do you mean?”

“She’s not exactly going on dates, is she?” Joshua pointed out. “And last I checked, she’s still wearing your ring.”

Seungcheol frowned, his chest tightening at the thought. He’d noticed it, of course. How could he not? But he hadn’t dared to hope it meant anything.

“Look, man,” Joshua said, clapping him on the shoulder. “If you still love her and I know you do you’ve got to stop acting like it’s too late. Because if you keep sitting on the sidelines, someone else *will* come along eventually. And you won’t have anyone to blame but yourself.”

With that, Joshua turned and went back inside, leaving Seungcheol alone with his thoughts.

And for the first time in a long while, those thoughts were filled with hope.

Seungcheol sighed and adjusted his jacket as he made his way back inside. Maybe if he stayed near the bar’s edge, the persistent group would lose interest. But as soon as he returned to the booth, Hyejin, the overly determined woman, lit up like he was her jackpot.

“There you are,” she said, patting the empty seat beside her. “I thought you might’ve run off.”

Seungcheol stayed standing, crossing his arms. “Just needed air.”

“Well, now that you’re back, let’s make this night a little more fun, huh?” She reached for his arm, but he took a step back

“I’m good,” he said flatly

But Hyejin clearly wasn’t one to give up easily.

“Oh, come on. One drink. What’s the harm?”

Jeonghan and Joshua, meanwhile, were watching the scene unfold like it was the best drama of the year. Joshua even had the audacity to take a sip of his beer and mutter, “This is going to be good.”

Seungcheol shot them both a glare before turning back to Hyejin. He’d had enough of the games.

“Look,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I’m flattered, really. But I’m not interested. I have someone else.”

Her smile faltered. “Oh? You’re married?”

He didn’t hesitate reaching for the gold chain tucked under his shirt, there hangs his wedding ring. The date and your initials engraved on the inside. He let it dangle in the dim light, the small circle gleaming like a quiet promise.

“Divorced,” he clarified, “but that doesn’t mean I’m available.”

Hyejin blinked, clearly not expecting that response. “You’re divorced, but you’re still...?”

“I’m still in love with my ex-wife,” Seungcheol said plainly, his voice steady. “And we have a daughter together. Her name is Areum. She’s five, loves soccer, and thinks I can fix anything���even when I can’t.”

Jeonghan and Joshua exchanged wide-eyed glances, the playful smirks slipping from their faces.

“Whoa,” Jeonghan muttered under his breath. “He went there.”

Seungcheol ignored them, keeping his focus on Hyejin. “So, no offense, but I’m not looking for anything. My family is my priority. Always.”

There was a moment of stunned silence before Hyejin finally nodded, clearly caught off guard. “I see. Well... good for you, I guess. It’s rare to meet someone so dedicated.”

With that, she stood up, mumbling something about grabbing another drink, and walked away.

The second she was out of earshot, Jeonghan burst into laughter. “Oh, my God. Cheol, that was...”

“I’ve never seen someone so politely crush someone’s hopes like that.” Joshua shook his head, though he was smiling

“I’m not joking,” Seungcheol said, slipping the ring and chain back under his shirt

Jeonghan grinned, leaning across the table. “We know you’re not. That’s what makes it so entertaining. You’re still head over heels for her, aren’t you?”

Seungcheol sighed, sinking into the booth. “Can we not do this right now?”

“Nope,” Jeonghan said, popping the “p.” “This is exactly the time to do it. Because you just told a complete stranger that you’re still in love with your ex-wife. Out loud. In public.”

“And in front of witnesses,” Joshua added, smirking

Seungcheol groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Why do I even hang out with you two?”

“Because we’re the only ones who can call you out on your nonsense,” Jeonghan said, patting him on the back. “And honestly, Cheol, it’s about time you stopped hiding it.”

“Stopped hiding what?” Seungcheol muttered.

“That you want her back,” Joshua said simply.

Seungcheol didn’t respond, his thoughts too tangled with the truth of their words. He didn’t need to admit it—they already knew.

And deep down, so did he.

The hum of the car engine fills the silence between you and Seungcheol. The road stretches endlessly, flanked by towering trees that seem to lean in, listening to the quiet tension between you. In the backseat, Areum is a bundle of energy, her stuffed rabbit tucked securely under one arm as she hums a made-up tune. Her legs swing back and forth, her excitement barely contained.

“Are we there yet?” she chirps for the third time in an hour

“Almost, sweetheart,” Seungcheol answers, glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

You glance at him from the passenger seat, noting how his hands grip the steering wheel, veins faintly visible under his tan skin. He looks good—too good. His hair, slightly longer than when you last saw him, falls over his forehead, and his jawline is as sharp as ever.

You force yourself to look away, instead focusing on the scenery outside, even though it does little to distract you from the weight of his presence.

“You excited, Areum?” you ask

“I’m soooo excited!” she exclaims, throwing her hands into the air. “Mommy, Daddy, we’re going to have so much fun! Just like old times!”

Your heart clenches at her words. You glance at Seungcheol again, catching the way his lips press into a thin line. He doesn’t say anything, but the moment hangs heavily between you.

The cabin is perfect. Nestled by a serene lake, it’s surrounded by tall pines that sway gently in the breeze. The wooden exterior glows warmly in the afternoon sunlight, and Areum bounces with excitement as soon as you step out of the car.

“Look, Mommy! A swing!” she squeals, racing toward the porch where a rustic wooden swing creaks invitingly.

Seungcheol opens the trunk and starts unloading the bags. You hesitate for a moment before grabbing Areum’s smaller suitcase and following him inside.

Areum darts around, exploring every nook and cranny, while you and Seungcheol silently divvy up tasks. You find yourself in the kitchen, unpacking snacks and prepping a quick lunch.

The clatter of utensils is the only sound until Seungcheol walks in, his sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms that shouldn’t still affect you the way they do.

“Need help?” he asks

“I’ve got it,” you reply curtly, not looking up

He doesn’t leave. Instead, he leans against the counter, watching you as you slice fruit. The tension is suffocating, and you’re about to tell him to either help or leave when Areum bursts in

“Daddy! Come help me unpack my toys!” she demands, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the door

He follows her willingly, but not before casting one last look your way A look that lingers too long and says too much.

After dinner, Areum insists on roasting marshmallows by the firepit outside. The three of you gather under the clear night sky, the flames crackling and sending up occasional sparks. Areum’s laughter fills the air as she holds her marshmallow too close to the fire, causing it to catch alight.

“Help, Daddy!” she shrieks, holding the stick out.

Seungcheol chuckles, taking it from her and expertly blowing out the flames. “There. Perfectly charred,” he declares, handing it back to her.

You watch as he wipes a smudge of chocolate from her cheek, his expression soft and full of love. The sight twists something inside you, and you have to look away.

When your eyes meet his across the fire, his gaze is steady, searching, as if he’s trying to read your mind.

Areum’s birthday breakfast is a chaotic mix of pancakes, whipped cream, and sprinkles. She insists on wearing her birthday crown all day, and Seungcheol dutifully bows every time she walks by, calling her “Princess Areum.”

When it’s time for cake, she claps her hands excitedly as you light the candles. “Okay, sweetie, make a wish,” you say, kneeling beside her.

She closes her eyes, her expression scrunching up in concentration. Then, with a triumphant shout, she declares, “I wish for a sibling!”

Your breath catches, and you glance at Seungcheol, who looks just as stunned. Areum blows out the candles in one go, her face lighting up with joy. “Now it has to come true!” she exclaims, completely oblivious to the tension between you and her father.

The morning sun glitters on the lake’s surface, and Areum races ahead, her bright pink swimsuit standing out against the greens and blues of nature. She shrieks with delight as her toes touch the cold water, kicking up little splashes.

“Come on, Mommy! Daddy!” she calls, waving her arms.

You hesitate at the shoreline, adjusting your cover-up nervously. Seungcheol, on the other hand, wades in without hesitation, his muscular frame cutting through the water as he lifts Areum into his arms. She giggles as he spins her around, droplets flying everywhere.

“Scared of a little water?” he teases, glancing back at you with a smirk.

You roll your eyes but step in, letting the icy water creep up your legs. Areum swims over to you, her small hands grasping yours.

“Let’s play! All of us!” she exclaims.

She drags you toward Seungcheol, who’s treading water a few feet away. The three of you end up playing a makeshift game of tag, and for a moment, it feels almost normal almost like the three of you are a family again.

Later, when Areum insists on building sandcastles by the shore, you sit side by side with Seungcheol, the silence between you no longer quite as heavy.

“She really loves this,” he says, watching Areum with a fond smile.

“She’s been looking forward to it for weeks,” you admit, fiddling with a piece of grass. “She wanted it to be perfect.”

He glances at you. “I think it is.”

After Areum falls asleep, the cabin feels too quiet. You find yourself on the porch, staring out at the dark lake. The sound of footsteps behind you makes you tense, but you don’t turn around. You know it’s him.

“She really surprised us today,” Seungcheol says, leaning against the railing beside you

“That’s Areum,” you reply softly, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Always full of surprises.”

There’s a pause before he speaks again. “She’s a lot like you.”

You glance at him, caught off guard. His gaze is steady, filled with something you can’t quite name. “You don’t have to say that,” you mumble

“I mean it,” he says, his voice low. “You’re both stubborn, and you never give up on what you want.”

The words hang between you, and before you can think, he takes a step closer. “I know I messed up,” he says, his tone almost pleading. “But being here… it reminds me of what we had. What we could still have.”

“Cheol…” you start, but he silences you with a gentle touch on your arm.

“I’m not asking for everything right now,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “But tell me… do you feel it too? Even a little?”

You don’t answer with words. Instead, you close the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss that feels like both a question and an answer. It’s slow, deliberate, and filled with the weight of everything left unsaid.

For the first time in years, you let yourself hope.

The kiss deepens, but it isn’t hurried. It feels more like rediscovering something familiar yet distant. Seungcheol’s hand finds the curve of your waist, grounding you, while the other gently brushes your cheek.

For a fleeting moment, the years of heartbreak, resentment, and missed chances seem to melt away, leaving just the two of you under the starlit sky.

When you finally pull back, his forehead rests against yours, and his breath fans across your face. Neither of you says a word, and for once, the silence feels comfortable, even necessary.

“I… I should go to bed,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. It isn’t a rejection, but a plea for space, a moment to process what just happened.

Seungcheol nods, his hand lingering on your arm before he lets you go. “Goodnight,” he murmurs, his voice laced with something you can’t quite place—hope, maybe.

You retreat to your room, your heart pounding in your chest. You glance at the bed, where Areum sleeps peacefully, her little hand clutching her stuffed rabbit. Her soft breaths are a reminder of everything that matters, of why you came here in the first place.

Still, when you lie down, the memory of Seungcheol’s touch lingers, refusing to let you rest.

The next morning, it's smell of freshly brewed coffee wakes you. Padding into the kitchen, you find Seungcheol already at work, flipping pancakes while Areum sits on the counter, wearing one of his oversized shirts over her pajamas. She’s animatedly telling him a story about her dreams, waving her arms for emphasis.

“And then the dragon said, ‘Areum, you’re the bravest princess ever!’” she declares, her eyes wide. “Right, Daddy?”

“Of course,” he says with a grin, ruffling her hair. “If there’s anyone who can take down a dragon, it’s you.”

You linger in the doorway, unnoticed for a moment, watching the easy way they interact. Areum looks at him like he hung the moon, and Seungcheol, for all his faults, looks at her like she’s his whole world.

“Mommy!” Areum spots you first, her face lighting up. “Daddy’s teaching me how to flip pancakes! Look!” She holds up a spatula triumphantly

“Is he now?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you step closer. “Just don’t let him burn them.”

“Hey, I’m a pro. You remember.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. It’s moments like this that make it hard to hold on to the walls you’ve built.

As the three of you sit down to breakfast, Areum chatters on about all the things she wants to do before you leave the cabin. Her energy is infectious, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself relax.

After lunch, Areum insists on having a tea party outside by the lake. She drags Seungcheol along, handing him a tiny pink teacup and a plastic tiara. You try not to laugh as he dutifully places it on his head, his expression serious as Areum pours invisible tea into his cup.

“Daddy, you have to hold your pinky up!” Areum scolds, demonstrating the proper way to hold a teacup.

“Like this?” he asks, holding up his pinky with exaggerated effort.

Areum giggles. “No, Daddy, you’re doing it wrong!”

“Why don’t you join us, Mommy?” Areum calls, waving you over

“Oh, no,” you say, shaking your head. “You and Daddy seem to have it under control.”

“She’s scared of your tea,” Seungcheol teases, winking at you. “Probably thinks it’s too strong.”

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

It's the last night at the cabin before going back to normal. After putting Areum to bed, you find Seungcheol on the porch again, leaning against the railing. The moon casts a soft glow on the lake, and the air is cool but pleasant.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks without turning around.

You step out, closing the door quietly behind you. “Something like that.”

He gestures for you to join him, and after a moment’s hesitation, you do. The two of you stand in silence, the sounds of crickets and the gentle lapping of the lake filling the void.

“She’s amazing, you know,” he says finally, his voice low. “Areum. She’s everything good about us.”

You swallow hard, nodding. “She is.”

He turns to look at you then, his gaze soft but intense. “I meant what I said last night,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to lose this again. I don’t want to lose you.”

Your breath catches, but before you can respond, he reaches for your hand. His fingers are warm, steady, as they curl around yours.

“I know it will be hard,” he continues, his voice rough with emotion. “But if there’s even a part of you that still believes in us, I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I’ve changed.”

Tears prick at your eyes, and you look down, unsure of how to respond.

“Cheol…” you start, your voice trembling. “This isn’t just about us anymore. It’s about Areum.”

“I know,” he says, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “And that’s why I want to do this right. For her. For you.”

For a long moment, you say nothing, your gaze fixed on the horizon. But when you finally look up, you see the sincerity in his eyes, and the walls you’ve built around your heart begin to crumble.

“Okay,” you whisper. “But this time… we take it slow.”

A smile spreads across his face, and for the first time in years, it feels like the start of something new.

The porch is quiet, save for the soft chirping of crickets and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. Seungcheol’s hand lingers in yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in slow, deliberate movements. The air between you feels charged, heavy with unspoken words and emotions that neither of you can ignore anymore.

“Slow,” he repeats, his voice soft but resolute. “I can do slow.”

But the way he’s looking at you now. His gaze warm and searching, dipping from your eyes to your lips makes you doubt his resolve. Your pulse quickens as he steps closer, his presence overwhelming in a way that feels both familiar and new.

“Cheol…” you murmur, unsure whether it’s meant to be a warning or encouragement

“Tell me to stop,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. His free hand rises, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face, lingering at your temple. “Tell me, and I will.”

You should say it. You should remind him that Areum is just inside, that this isn’t the time, that you’re still trying to figure things out. But instead, you find yourself leaning into his touch, the warmth of his hand against your skin unraveling the last of your defenses.

He takes your silence as permission and leans down slowly, his lips brushing against yours with an achingly soft tenderness. The kiss is tentative at first, as if he’s afraid you’ll pull away, but when you don’t, it deepens. His hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush against each other.

The sensation is overwhelming, a rush of emotions you’ve tried so hard to bury. His lips are firm and insistent, and when his teeth graze your lower lip, you let out a soft gasp that seems to ignite something in him. He tilts his head, angling the kiss to deepen it further, and you feel his fingers tighten on your waist.

Your hands find their way to his chest, pressing lightly against the hard muscle beneath his shirt. It’s not a push to stop, but it makes him pause. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his breathing uneven.

“This okay?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

You nod, your fingers curling into his shirt. “Yeah.”

He lets out a soft laugh, pressing his forehead against yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

His confession sends a shiver through you, but before you can respond, his lips are on yours again. This time, there’s less hesitation. His hand slips under the hem of your sweater, his palm warm against the bare skin of your lower back. The touch is electric, sending sparks racing up your spine.

You can’t help the soft moan that escapes you, and Seungcheol freezes, pulling back abruptly. “Sorry,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “I said slow, and I mean it. I don’t want to mess this up.”

You’re breathless, your cheeks flushed as you look up at him. There’s a vulnerability in his expression that makes your heart ache. “You’re not messing anything up,” you assure him, your fingers still gripping his shirt.

He exhales deeply, resting his hands on your hips but making no move to take things further. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters, half-smiling as he brushes his thumb against your hipbone.

The sound of a soft thud inside the cabin breaks the moment, and both of you freeze, turning toward the door.

“Areum,” you whisper, your heart racing for an entirely different reason now

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, stepping back and running a hand through his hair. “Guess the universe has a way of keeping me in check.”

You can’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “We should check on her.”

He nods, his expression still warm. As you turn to head back inside, he catches your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Slow,” he repeats, his eyes locking with yours. “But I’m not letting you go this time.”

You smile, the warmth of his words settling deep in your chest. “Okay.”

Inside, Areum is fast asleep, her stuffed rabbit lying on the floor beside her bed. You tuck her back in, brushing a kiss to her forehead before slipping out of the room. As you close the door, Seungcheol is waiting in the hallway, his arms crossed loosely over his chest.

“Goodnight,” you say softly, pausing in front of him

“Goodnight,” he replies, but his eyes linger on you a moment longer before he heads to his own room.

You retreat to your bed, your heart still racing from the night’s events. For the first time in years, you feel a flicker of hope—a possibility of rebuilding what you thought was lost. And as you drift off to sleep, you find yourself looking forward to what tomorrow might bring.

The next morning you were woken up by the sound of Areum’s laughter as she runs through the living room, her stuffed rabbit trailing behind her. Seungcheol is chasing after her, pretending to be a monster, his deep growls making her shriek in delight.

You go down to see the duo having so much energy this early in the day, a fond smiling forming on your face

“Daddy, you’ll never catch me!” Areum taunts, darting behind the couch.

“We’ll see about that!” Seungcheol lunges dramatically, scooping her up and tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Put me down!” she squeals, though her giggles betray her delight.

“Okay, okay, you win!” she says between giggles.

He sits beside her, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “That’s what I thought. Who’s the champ?”

“You are!” she says, sticking her tongue out at him before turning her attention to you. “Mommy! Come sit with us!”

You join them on the couch, Areum immediately climbing into your lap and wrapping her arms around your neck. “Did you have fun this weekend, sweetheart?” you ask, smoothing her hair

“Yes! It was the best birthday ever!” she exclaims, her eyes lighting up. Then, as if remembering something important, she leans back to look at both you and Seungcheol, her expression suddenly serious

“What is it, Areum?” you ask her

She takes a deep breath, her little brows furrowed in concentration. “Yesterday, when I blew out my candles, I made a wish.”

You and Seungcheol exchange a quick glance, his brow lifting in curiosity "We remember, what about it sweet girl?"

"I thought about it a lot. And since Mommy and Daddy are best friends” she pauses to give each of you a knowing look, “—I thought maybe you could make it happen.”

Seungcheol bursts into laughter, ruffling Areum’s hair. “That’s quite the request, princess.”

“But you always say you’d do anything for me!” she counters, crossing her arms in a way that makes her look far older than six.

You bite back a smile, trying to keep your tone serious. “Sweetheart, it doesn’t exactly work like that.”

“Why not?” she asks, tilting her head.

“Well,” Seungcheol jumps in, his voice warm and teasing, “it’s not something that happens overnight. It takes time and a lot of love.”

Areum seems to consider this, her little face scrunching up in thought. Then she looks at the two of you, her smile returning. “That’s okay! I can wait. As long as you promise!”

You and Seungcheol both laugh, and he reaches over to give her a hug. “We’ll see what we can do, princess. No promises, but we’ll try our best.”

“Yay!” Areum cheers, completely satisfied with that answer. She wriggles out of your lap and runs off to find her toys, leaving the two of you alone.

As soon as Areum disappears down the hall, Seungcheol turns to you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Well, that was unexpected.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “She’s bold. Definitely takes after you.”

“Me?” he protests, feigning offense. “I think she takes after her mom. You’ve got a pretty bold streak yourself.”

“So, what do we tell her if she asks again?”

Seungcheol leans back, his gaze softening as he looks at you. “We tell her the truth. That we’re figuring things out, but we’ll always be a family—no matter what.”

“And hey,” he adds, his tone teasing, “if she really wants a sibling, I guess we’ve got our work cut out for us.”

You swat his arm, laughing despite yourself. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Choi Seungcheol.”

He grins, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers. “No rush,” he says softly, his eyes locking with yours. “We’ll take it one step at a time.”

And as you sit there, hand in hand, you can’t help but feel that, for the first time in a long while, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

[0cta9on]

One Year of 0cta9on

Hello everyone! :]

Today marks exactly a year since I debuted as a writer! In an ideal world, I would’ve had some crazy story planned for today, but my current circumstances didn’t allow for that, so enjoy this semi-sappy yap session instead :>

I started writing during a particularly low point in my life where my mental health was in the gutters and I had an insane amount of free time. I’ve always liked imagining stories in my head, so the next obvious step was to start writing those stories down. Hence, 0cta9on was born :]

Channeling my energy into something creative provided me with a distraction from all the things that weighed on my mind and become a source of joy for me. While I know I’m not the best or most well-known writer in this community, seeing even a single comment on my work fills me with such an unexplainable amount of joy. To know that there’s people out there that enjoy the silly little stories I put out is genuinely insane in the best way possible <3

Since I’m mainly a fluff writer, I wasn’t sure what other writers in this community would think of me. But my worries were almost immediately quelled when I first joined the writer discord and became friends with a bunch of amazingly talented writers. Shout out to @msafterhours, @writerpeach, @octoberautumnbox, @gangplanksorenji, @prael, @kooyabooya, @okaylikeschaewon, @mintwithchoco, @defmaybe, @sinswithpleasure, @midnightdancingsol, @capslocked, @svndaysaweek, @usedpidemo, and of course many, many more for being so kind and welcoming <3

Recap of my past year of writing:

Wrote 8 chapters of Unlikely Duet, my cute little slice-of-life romance series starring best girl, Minji <3 Chapter 8 is the longest piece I’ve written so far at +18k words!

First Snow was the first fluff one shot I made. Rough around the edges, but we all start somewhere.

Beach Day and Good Idea were my first attempts at writing smut and they are… alright, I guess :> Part of me wants to go back and revise them, but I barely have the time and motivation to work on new drafts ;[

Masterpiece is still probably my favorite fluff one shot I’ve written so far, and while it’s not the best written by any means, I still really like how it turned out :]

FFF2+4 and Train Ride to Heaven for me marked the start of when I started becoming more comfortable writing smut. I’m still not that great, but it’s fun and I think that’s all that counts for me :]

Stuck with You was the first commission I ever did! Writing someone else’s idea is always difficult, but I’m glad the buyer liked the final product :]

Stroke of Luck was the first time I ever wrote a threesome. I think it went okay :>

Wrote And We Danced and Sunscreen for a fun prompt challenge hosted in the writer’s discord (You can thank @mintwithchoco and @msafterhours for these <3). The latter ended up turning into a quaint little mini series :]

Lessons was my second ever commission and my first attempt at femdom. While femdom isn’t really my thing, it was a fun challenge writing about something new and I really like the little gimmick I threw in there :]

I wrote Today, like, two days ago at 1am without much revising or editing (Shoutout @defmaybe for reading through it before I released <3). Go read it if you haven’t yet pls n thenk yew :>

Wrote 15 shorts from ideas submitted by you guys! Some of my favorite stories I’ve written have been shorts and they’re always nice when I’m low on ideas :]

While I likely won’t have anything out for a while, I think it’d be fun to pull back the curtain a little bit and hint at what I’ve been working on :]

🐰🦋// She’s just your coworker. Just that. Nothing else.

🐻👖// It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?!

🍁✨// Upcoming New Variety Show: Fan Date! Episode 1, starring [REDACTED]

🍔🧀// Time changes, but summer stays the same

I’ve run out of things to talk about, so this concludes my one year anniversary post :> Despite my unplanned and prolonged hiatus, I want y’all to know that I do NOT plan on retiring anytime soon. I have so many stories I still want to tell, whether you like it or not >:]

Have a good day/night and I love yall <3 Have a Minji :]

[6rookie-writer0110]

All that it takes

Scarlett Johansson x Male Reader

Request; scarlett johansson x younger male reader who is a singer who just finished a world tour and has a full beard, and it's starting to go grey and scarlett takes a selfie of them to celebrate 5 year wedding anniversary and people leave hate comments about him and when she goes on a talk show to promote a film the host agrees with the hate comments and she has a go at them and when she gets home she and reader cook together and lots of fluff but also her teasing that he's getting grey even though he's younger - readers in early to mid 20s.

Scarlett is at home and she is hoping that her husband will be home for the holidays. He has been on your for almost five months. She does talk to him on the phone and on Facetime, but she just wants him to be home. She is drinking wine in the kitchen and then hears the door open, she heads to the door and gasps.

“Y/N!” Scarlett smiled.

“Hey baby, I’m home” You smiled.

She rushed towards you and hugged you very tight.

“You are home!” Scarlett smiled.

She jumped on you and you held her tight, then she started to kiss you, and she was smiling at you. You carry her to the kitchen and put her on the counter and she has her legs wrapped around your waist. She starts to kiss you and she tells you how much she missed you.

“Y/N, I missed you so much. But I don't recognize you. Look at your beard and you already have some grey hair” Scarlett said.

“Yeah, I know. My manager told me I looked older” You said.

“Well, he is right. You do look older, now people will assume that you are older and I’m younger” Scarlett teased.

“I was telling everyone that you are my sugar mama” You teased.

“Not anymore, Y/N. Now, I have a sugar daddy” Scarlett smiled.

You kiss her again and she smiles. You and Scarlett head to the bedroom, you go to shower, and she starts to unpack your luggage. Later you come out of the shower and she starts to cook dinner for you. She listens to you talk about your tour and the fun you had with the band.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✫

You and Scarlett have been married for five years now, and the wedding anniversary is today. She was listening to the song you wrote for her and she loved it, she played the song repeat. Scarlett gets on her phone and she posted a picture of you and her that was taken a few days ago. You and Scarlett went to a dinner party and she is sitting on your lap with her arms around your shoulder, and you have your arms around her waist and you two are smiling in the picture. You didn't shave off the beard and she starts to write something before she officially posts the picture. A bit later, the picture started to get hate comments because of how you looked, and many thought, that she should leave you for good.

You are at the studio on your phone, you notice the picture that you posted. You did read the hate comments that you usually avoid, but you start to feel bad about yourself then you read what you posted about yourself.

Happy 5th wedding anniversary, to the love of my life. You make me happy and I can't wait to make more memories with you.

You couldn't help to smile. Then you ended the studio time early, you left and went to buy flowers, chocolate, and earrings. You drive home and you start to remember how you first met Scarlett…

Flashback~

2019

Y/N was invited to play live music at a private event. Scarlett is sitting down and she wants another drink, she grabs Y/N’s arm and he is confused about why.

“Hey, I would like another glass of champagne,” Scarlett said.

“Oh, I’m not the waiter,” You said.

“Really? You have the same outfit as them” Scarlett said.

Y/N and Scarlett looked around and she was right.

“I shouldn't have listened to my manager. Well, I’m actually going to perform in a little bit. But do you want to share a drink with me later?” Y/N said.

“I will wait for you later. I’m Scarlett” Scarlett said.

“I know but my name is Y/N,” Y/N said.

They smile at each other then he goes on stage and starts to perform. She is enjoying the music that he is performing. A bit later, she waited for him at the bar and she ordered the drinks. Y/N and Scarlett started to get to know each other and asked each other questions about hobbies and interests.

Flashback Ends~

You arrive home and you go on your phone. You remember that Scarlett is doing an interview to promote her new movie and the host is being a douche.

“What character do you play in the new movie?” The host asked

“The movie is called Fly Me to the Moon. And I play a character named, Kelly Jones and she is outgoing and isn't shy. She has to help NASA to fix their image and the astronaut's images” Scarlett said.

“Oh, that sounds very interesting. You and Y/N have been married for five years now? He looks older and not in a good way, he looks like a bum” The host said.

“I don't like what you said about my husband. He makes me happy and I like his beard and I won't leave him for anyone. You are not married and you have been married seven times before and you are not dating anyone. You go to an empty place and I go home to the man I love. Never disrespect my husband” Scarlett said.

She stands up and walks off stage and you are smiling. You post a comment on the video and everyone is liking your comment I love my wife.

Much Later…

When she arrived home, you hugged her and started to kiss her passionately. Her lipstick got on your lips

“What was that for?” Scarlett asked.

“Happy Anniversary, baby. I saw the interview and I like how you stood up for me and how you like the beard” You said.

“Y/N, I will stand up for you and I won't let anyone disrespect you. You defended me before and I will always do the same. Beard or no beard, you are handsome to me” Scarlett said.

She starts to kiss you and you hold her tight. You have the flowers and the gifts and she loved it, she can't stop smiling about it. You and Scarlett are going to cook dinner together, she saw a recipe that she wanted to try. You and Scarlett read the recipe together and then started to cook it together.

“I almost forgot,” Scarlett said.

She rushed to get the gifts from the closet, then she brought them to you. You start to open the gifts and she gets you an expensive guitar then you hug her. She takes a picture of you holding the guitar and you can't stop smiling. Later, you and Scarlett eat dinner together and she asks questions about the new music that you are writing. Then she puts on slow music and you stand up, grab her hand then she stares into your eyes. You and Scarlett start to slowly dance along to the music. You stare into her eyes and she can feel her heart race a little bit.

“I can do this with you forever, Y/N” Scarlett said.

“Me too, I don't want to be anywhere else Scarlett,” You said.

You and Scarlett keep slow dancing. Then she lies the side of her face on your shoulder and you don't let go of her.

“I love you” Scarlett whispered.

“I will always love you” You whispered back.

Later, you lie in bed and she has her on your chest. You and Scarlett start to talk about the movie, then she touches your feet with her feet then she gets up

“What?” You asked.

“Your feet are cold. Were you playing with ice?” Scarlett said.

“No, I wasn't” You giggled.

“I’m serious it's really cold,” Scarlett said.

“Just get the blanket” You giggled again.

She rolled her eyes at you and she did get the blanket.

[winchesterwild78]

Twinkle Lights

Master List

Characters: Reader x Male companion

Warnings: Cheating, (I don’t condone it, but let’s be honest it does happen), forbidden love, angst, language, masturbation, light smut.

A/N: Just a quick story that came to me. Honestly the male companion could be anyone. When I wrote it I thought about Jensen, and some of his characters he plays. I didn’t want to name the male, I wanted you, the reader, to decide who he was. Happy reading. 

*This one got a little long…sorry not sorry.*

Word Count: 5890

All work is my own, don’t take it or copy it. Reblogs, likes, and feedback are always welcomed.

Minors DNI 18+

Reader’s POV: 

It was a chilly December morning, so the warm liquid of the latte I drank warmed me up. I sat at the small table in the back of the coffee shop waiting for the man who answered my ad. I had recently gotten engaged and I wanted to reach out to my father to let him know. The only problem was, I didn’t know who he was, well not really. 

My mother and him weren’t married when she got pregnant with me. I had pictures and some things to go on, but not much. My sister encouraged me to put out an ad to see if anyone could help me locate him. My fiance, Aaron, was less than thrilled.

“I don’t understand why this is so important to you that you have to put the wedding on hold to find a man who abandoned you before you were born.”  I sighed, “He didn’t abandon me, mom and him broke up before she knew she was pregnant. He was gone by the time she found out and she couldn’t find him. I need him to know I exist. I have to know if he wants to be in my life. Before we move on to our next chapter I have to complete that one.” Aaron sighed, “Well you know how I feel about this.” I sat in stunned silence, “I know, but this is something I have to do.”

I received an email reply to my ad a few days ago. The man said he had information that might help locate my father. So we agreed to meet at this coffee shop. 

I sat drinking my latte as my mind raced with thoughts and nerves. The sound of the bell above the door pulled me from my thoughts. In walked a tall, incredibly handsome man. His hair slightly longer, but perfectly styled, his beard trimmed and outlined his strong jawline. His eyes a beautiful shade of green and his eyelashes long and brushed against his cheeks when he blinked. His shoulders were broad which made his shirt stretch slightly across his chest, revealing a perfectly toned body. I bit my lip and my breath caught in my throat. This man was sex on two bowed legs.

I made eye contact with him and held my breath. Oh god, please don’t let this be who I’m meeting today. 

He continued to walk over to me. “Y/N?” “Yes, hi. Thank you for meeting me today. Please have a seat.”

He sat across from me and we talked about what I knew about my dad. I showed him the pictures and he shared what he knew about him. 

“So this is Michael Baker. He worked with my father for about 15 years. He was like an uncle to me. We’ve kept in touch over the years. His wife just recently passed away, he has two children, a boy, Jacob and a girl, Savannah. Well I guess three.” He nodded at me. 

“Wow, so I have more siblings. Do you happen to know where he is now, or a phone number? I would love to reach out to him.” 

“Yeah, I have his address and number.” He wrote the address down and his number. 

I took the paper, shaking. How was I going to start this conversation? Would he want me, would he even talk to me?

That’s when I felt a hand on mine. I looked up into his green eyes, so full of compassion, “Want me to stay while you call him?” I bit my lip and nodded. 

I pulled out my phone and dialed the number. My breath caught in my throat. The ringing of the phone echoed in my ear. “Hello?” I heard a deep, male voice say. 

I let out the breath I was holding, “Um, hi. My name is Y/N, you don’t know me, but I believe you knew my mother, Y/M/N.""Wow, yeah I knew her years ago. How is she?” “Oh um, she passed away. I’m sorry.” I felt a hand holding mine, a light squeeze encouraging me to continue. 

“Oh darlin’ I’m sorry to hear that. Your mama was a very special woman.” “Thank you.” My heart was beating so loudly in my ears everything around me was muffled. I took a deep breath and said everything I needed to in one breath, before I lost my nerve. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I wanted to find you. You see, I’m your daughter. Mom was pregnant with me when the two of you split. She didn’t know she was pregnant until after, and she tried to find you, but couldn’t. I’m not expecting anything from you, but I just had to make sure you knew I existed before I got married and started that part of my life.” I finally took a breath. 

The line was silent. I was terrified. “Mr. Baker? Are you still there?” “Yeah, I’m still here. Wow, so Y/M/N was pregnant. What’s your name again?” 

My voice soft, “Y/N.” “That was her mother’s name. Very beautiful name.” 

We continued talking and made a plan for me to drive to meet him. He couldn’t drive due to a leg injury, so I offered to drive to him. 

When I hung up I looked at the man sitting across from me, “Thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to me.” We stood and he pulled me into a hug. His arms were strong, and held me tight. “Good luck, Y/N, and congratulations on your engagement. Please tell your father hello for me.” I nodded and he left. 

I called Aaron and told him I found my father and was planning a trip out to meet him. “This is foolish. You’re wasting time and money on this. You talked to him, why can’t you get the closure you need over the phone?” My heart sank. Walking out of the coffee shop on the phone, the tears started to fall. 

“Aaron, this is something I need to do. Please support me in this. I’ve always supported you.” “Do what you need to do, but remember our engagement party is next week. You need to be home for that.” I wiped the tears away, “I will.” 

I climbed in my car and cried. I was torn between meeting my father and being here with my fiancé. I couldn’t help but wonder if I was doing the right thing. 

Green Eyes POV:

I may have held onto her a little longer than I should. Seeing her so vulnerable but so brave did something to me. She was beautiful, and kind. Her eyes are the perfect shade of y/e/c. She’s engaged and I’m with someone, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how she bit her lip when she was nervous or how she fidgeted the whole time she was on the phone. 

When we said our goodbyes I saw her exit the coffee shop on the phone. No doubt planning the trip with her fiancé. Then I noticed her in her car, crying. 

Oh it broke my heart. I couldn’t help myself, but I walked to her car and lightly tapped on the window. 

Turning around in surprise, she wiped her tears away. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked as she rolled down her window. “I will be. Thank you. Aaron isn’t happy with me going on the trip, so I have to decide to stay or go alone. I don’t know what to do. I want to meet my father, but Aaron thinks it’s a waste.” 

I touched her arm, “Darlin’ if it’s something that will help bring you peace, then it’s not a waste of time. Why don’t I go with you? I know the area well, and I’d love to see Mike again.” 

She looked stunned, “I can’t ask you to do that. Besides, your girlfriend wouldn’t like you traveling across the country with some random woman.” “She’ll be fine, besides she’s on a girls trip. So, what do you say? We can split everything, gas, food, hotel.” 

“Okay, let’s do it. Here’s my address. Be there in about an hour and I’ll be ready.” 

I nodded and took her address. My fingers lightly brushed her hand and I shivered. 

Reader’s POV: 

An hour later I was sitting with my bags packed and reeling from the last argument I had with Aaron. He was pissed that I agreed to travel with a stranger. I told him it was safer to travel with him than alone. Before Aaron left he said he hoped my father was worth the arguing he and I were doing, and the strain it was causing in our relationship. I scoffed, “it’s only causing strain because you’re letting it. He’s my father for fucks sake. You have no idea what it feels like to not know where you came from. Now that I have an opportunity to find out, I’m going to take it. You, as my fiancé, should be supportive.” He turned on his heels and stormed out. 

I sat waiting and then I heard the rumble of the car. I looked up and saw the most gorgeous car I’d ever seen. She was sleek, black and from the looks of her, well taken care of. 

I walked to the driveway as he exited the car. “She’s beautiful.” I said as I stepped closer with my bags. “Thank you, she’s my pride and joy, my Baby.” He said as he took my bags. 

I smiled and nodded. Climbing in the front seat I ran my fingers over the beautiful black leather seats. She was breathtaking. When he climbed in the driver’s seat he saw me and smiled. “Are you ready?” I nodded and he backed out of the driveway. 

The total drive was going to take a little over ten hours. Since it was December, we had to be careful of the cold temperatures, and potential ice and snow on the roads. 

We passed the time talking, listening to music, and taking in the sights. He was so easy to talk to, and his laugh was amazing, especially when he’d tilt his head back and it came from his belly. 

I wouldn’t admit it, but being with him was easy, and in another life I could see myself with him. 

Green Eyes POV: 

I could tell when I picked her up she had a lot on her mind. She looked like she had been crying again. No doubt another argument with her fiance. Then she saw my Baby. The way her eyes lit up, the way her fingers danced over the leather, had my mind racing. Once we were on the road we talked, she loves the same music I do, and her smile could light up the darkest night. She was stunning. 

I wouldn’t admit it, but being with her was easy, and in another life I could see myself with her.

As the hours ticked by I was getting tired, and I could tell he was too. I lightly touched his arm, “You know we should probably stop for the night, grab a bite to eat and sleep.” He nodded and found a nice hotel to stop at for the night. 

He came back to the car with a key, “They had one room available, but it has two beds. I hope this is okay. If not, I can sleep out here. It’s no problem.” 

I touched his arm, “No, it’s perfect. I’m not going to let you sleep out here. Let’s get settled and grab something to eat.” 

I took the room key and he grabbed the bags. Walking into the room, it was nice and clean. There were two queen beds, a small television and a small table to the side. He placed my bag on the bed furthest from the door. I smiled slightly when I saw it. 

I sent Aaron a text to let him know we stopped for the night.

Me: Hey, just wanted to let you know we are halfway through the trip. We stopped for the night to eat and sleep. Back on the road tomorrow. I love you.

Aaron: Are you sharing a room?

I scoffed, really. This was the only thing he said?

Me: Yes, it was the only room available, but there are two beds and I’m sleeping alone. For your information he offered to sleep in his car so I/you weren’t uncomfortable. 

Aaron: So why isn’t he?

Me: Because I was not going to let him sleep in a fucking car, Aaron! Jesus, we are sleeping in separate beds. Don’t you trust me?

Aaron: I don’t know what to think anymore. 

Me: Wow, okay. We’ve been together for 4 years and I’ve never given you a reason to doubt my commitment. This is crazy. I’m going to eat, take a shower and go to bed. Good night, Aaron. I love you.

Aaron: Good night. 

My heart sunk, I can’t believe he’d think I’d throw away what we have. 

We went to a diner in town and ate dinner. I chuckled when he ordered two kinds of pie. “You gonna eat both of those?” I asked with a grin. He smirked, “Nope, we are”, and handed me a fork. After dinner and the pies we went back to the room. 

“Hey, I’m gonna jump in the shower if you don’t mind.” I looked at him as I got my pajamas and clean panties out of my bag. “No, darlin’, it’s all yours.” 

I nodded and walked in the bathroom, closing the door behind me. 

The hot water cascading around me was a welcomed feeling. It was chilly outside and I needed to just release the stress of the day. I washed my hair and body. Stepping out of the shower I wrapped my hair in a towel, dried off my body and pulled on my clothes. Looking in the mirror I realized the pajamas I brought weren’t ones I typically wear around mixed company. The shorts were short, and the top was thin, leaving not much to the imagination. I took a deep breath before exiting the bathroom. I hope I didn’t make him uncomfortable. 

Walking into the room, the steam from the bathroom followed me out. His eyes flicked up and I saw him look over my body then quickly looked away. 

“Shower’s all yours if you want. The water pressure was amazing.” I said as I took my hair out of the towel. I stood with my back to him, brushing my hair. 

As he walked past me to go into the bathroom I noticed his tense jaw. I was worried I made him uncomfortable, so I crawled into bed, pulling the blanket up and under my chin. 

I heard the shower turn on, then the bathroom door opened. He walked out without a shirt on. “Forgot my clothes.” He turned and looked at me in the bed. He chuckled, “Cold?” I just nodded. My breath quickened as I took in his body. 

My thighs clenched together. Ugh! I’m not going to survive this. I heard his belt hit the floor and I could only assume his pants too. I started to fantasize about the rest of his body. What the hell is wrong with me? He’s with someone and I’m engaged. Stop fantasizing about him. Then I heard a sound from the bathroom that confused and excited me.

Green Eyes POV:

God she’s beautiful, and those pajamas, fuck! Her perfect ass and perky nipples, just teasing me. The way she looked at me when I went back in the room. God I could take her right there. I felt myself getting aroused. My cock, straining against my pants. I needed a release. After removing my clothes, my hard cock sprang free and the pink head was covered in precum. 

I climbed in the shower, flashes of her body, her lips, her perfect body in my head. I fantasized about being with her. I took my cock in my hand and the feeling pulled a moan from my lips. This was wrong, I shouldn’t be fantasizing about her, but fuck I couldn’t help it. I pumped my cock, slow at first, but as the images of her played in my head like a record my movements became faster, more urgent. I was panting and moaning her name. Biting my lip to try to contain the noise. I was chasing my release with images of her under me, on her knees and her lips kissing mine. When my release hit, it hit hard. I grunted and spilled my seed all over the tile wall. 

I should feel ashamed, but something in me stirred. I didn’t feel ashamed, I felt unrepentant. 

Reader’s POV:

As I laid in the bed, thighs still clenched together I heard noises from the bathroom. At first I wasn’t sure what it was. Then I realized he was masturbating. A blush formed over my cheeks. I tried not to listen to such an intimate moment, but I couldn’t stop myself. I felt the arousal start to pool in between my thighs. My panties soaked. My hand found its way to the hem of my shorts and panties. I slipped my hand in and gently started to touch myself. I was soaked, and my clit was throbbing with need. Every grunt and moan from him, pulled a moan from me. I thought I heard him whisper my name, but the sound of my blood pumping in my ears was starting to drown him out. I continued rubbing my clit, and sliding my fingers in and out of my wet pussy. I was close to my release. 

I started rubbing faster, moving my hips in rhythm with my fingers. My pointer and middle finger on either side of my clit, rubbing it, faster and faster. My other hand found my hardened nipples. I pinched and pulled as I got closer and closer. I heard his grunts come faster, so I knew he was close. “Oh fuck, yes!” I whispered as my release hit. My body shaking and my walls clenching around nothing as my release flowed through my body. As I slid my hand out I heard the water turn off. 

He came out of the bathroom, hair wet, no shirt and gray sweatpants on. His cheeks slightly flushed, and I know he noticed mine were too. I wasn’t sure if he heard me, but if he did he didn’t mention it. 

He climbed in his bed, leaned over to face me and to turn off his lamp, “Good night, sweetheart.” My heart fluttered, “Good night.” 

I laid back staring at the ceiling. My mind raced with thoughts of what I had just done. Guilt creeped in, but I quickly pushed it away. It’s not like I slept with him. It was just a fantasy. I had no idea he was facing the same turmoil I was. 

The next morning the sun peeked through the crack in the curtains and left a ray of light across his face. I noticed freckles peppering his face and flecks of gray in his beard. He was gorgeous, even asleep. 

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to change. After taking off my pajamas I realized I left my shirt on the bed. I put on my pants, and bra and slipped out of the bathroom. I glanced at his bed, his eyes shut. I walked to the foot of my bed and grabbed my shirt, darting into the bathroom to finish getting dressed. I let out the breath I was holding. I don’t know what I would have done if he woke up. 

Green Eyes POV:

I woke up early, seeing her still asleep. Her blanket had slipped off, exposing her legs and curvy body. My mind flashed back to last night and a little guilt seeped in my heart. I cared about my girlfriend, but damn was she something else. I noticed she started to wake up so I pretended to be asleep. 

She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I heard the door open and saw her look out. I closed my eyes enough to make it look like I was asleep. Then she came out of the bathroom in her bra and pants. God she was sexy. Her curves and body filling out her bra and jeans. I saw her grab her shirt and hurry back in the bathroom. I bit my lip. 

I waited a few minutes to “wake up” once she got back in the room.

Coming back into the room I noticed he was still asleep. He stirred a few minutes later and stretched. I tried to look away when I noticed his morning situation, but my god was he, gifted. 

“Good morning, Y/N.” His sleepy, gruff voice broke the silence. I swallowed, “Good morning to you.” I smiled. As I turned away, he adjusted himself. “I’m gonna get dressed, we can grab breakfast and hit the road if you’d like.” 

I was putting on my sock and shoes, “Yeah, that would be great, thanks.” He grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom. When he came out he was dressed, except for his shirt. 

Fuck! This man is going to be the death of me. I felt my cheeks flush red with heat. I turned away and started to pack, hoping he didn’t see me. Once packed I grabbed my bag and was starting to carry it out of the room. He stopped me, “No, darlin’, let me carry that.” He took it in his hand and slung it over his shoulder, then he grabbed his. Walking out to the car, he dropped them in the trunk. 

We double checked we had everything and turned in the key. “Ready?” He asked. I nodded, “Yes, I’m ready.” 

Grabbing a quick breakfast we were on the road within an hour. There was about 5 hours left. I checked the weather and saw snow was coming this evening where my father lived. “Hey, it looks like around my dad’s there is snow coming in tonight. I hope it’s not too much. I don’t want you to get stuck up there with me.”

He turned his head quickly. Almost like he was offended. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, and if we get snowed in then so be it.” 

My heart raced, my eyes met his, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just didn’t want to cause you issues with your girl.” He just nodded and kept his eyes on the road.

A silence filled the car. I didn’t know what to say, so I pulled out my book and started to read. He turned on the radio, softly, and I read. About 3 hours later he pulled into a gas station. “I need to stretch and fill her up. Need anything?” I closed my book, “I’ll get out and stretch too, I’ll grab drinks and snacks.” He nodded and I grabbed my purse, walking into the gas station. 

I went to the restroom and grabbed some snacks and a few things to drink. As I approached the cash register I looked to the right and saw some mini pies. I smiled and grabbed a few. I paid for my purchases and went to the car. 

He came back a few minutes later and slid in the driver’s seat. “I got drinks and snacks. I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I took a chance and got some things I like. Oh and I got you some mini pies.” 

His head turned and he looked at me with a smirk, “You got me pie?” I nodded and smiled. He grabbed the bag and started digging through it. I giggled as he pulled out the pies. “Wow, sweetheart, thank you.” 

The next thing I knew he pulled me to him and kissed me. He pulled back quickly, “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Shit! I’m so sorry.” I placed my hand on his chest, “Hey, it’s okay. I promise.” 

He nodded, turned his body and started the car. I noticed his jaw was tight and his frame rigid. My heart ached. 

His lips were so soft against mine and that kiss sent electricity straight through me. Aaron had never kissed me like that, and I’d never felt that when he kissed me.

The rest of the drive to my father’s house was pretty quiet. I was thankful it was only a few hours. The tension in the car was building. 

Pulling into my father’s driveway I anxiety started to build. My hands trembled, and I fidgeted. I felt his hand on mine. I looked over at him and he smiled softly, “He’s going to love you so much, sweetheart. Just be yourself.” 

I nodded and opened my door. He stayed in the car as I approached the front porch. I took a deep breath, knocked softly and the door opened. Standing before me was my father. I knew right away I had his eyes and nose. 

“Y/N?” I nodded. He threw his arms around me and pulled me into a hug. I let out the breath I was holding. When he let me go, he looked at me, “You look just like your mother. So beautiful.” “Thank you.” 

“Would you like to come in? What about your friend in the car?” I nodded, turned and motioned for him to come in. As he approached, my father instantly recognized him. He pulled him into a hug. “Man, look at you. All grown up. You look so much like your father. It’s great to see you.” 

We all walked in and I noticed the pictures around the house. I could only assume the pictures were of his children and his late wife. Then my father spoke, “Wait, Y/N, you said you were engaged. Are you two engaged?” In unison we both said no. 

My father looked bewildered. I explained everything to him. “Well, I sure am glad you reached out. If I had known about you I would have been in your life. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” 

“It’s okay. I know mom wanted to tell you. She said she reached out to your sister, but she told her she didn’t know where you were.” My father shook his head, “She never did like our relationship. My sister was always trying to hook me up with her best friend. When your mother and I split I went back home. She knew where I was.” He hung his head, “Damn, all this time I could have known you, maybe been married to your mom.” 

“Did you love her?” I asked him. His face tight, “More than anything. She was the love of my life.” 

The next few days I spent with my father and met my brother and sister. It was an amazing time, except for the tension between myself and my companion. 

I couldn’t figure out what I did, or what happened. The next morning, the day before we were supposed to leave, I sat on my dad’s porch sipping a coffee, thinking. I didn’t hear the door open. My dad stepped out, “Hey kiddo, everything okay?” 

I looked up, “Yeah, well I’m not sure. My fiance, Aaron and I have barely spoken since our last fight, and to be honest I’m confused.” My father gently touched my shoulder, “Confused about your fiance, or perhaps another man?” He motioned his head towards the house. 

I took a deep breath, “I just met him, he’s got a girlfriend and I’m engaged, but…” “But you can’t stop thinking about the possibilities?” I nodded. “Well, I can’t tell you what to do, but some fatherly advice, follow your heart. If something feels right, you’ll know, and if something feels off, you’ll know it.” 

I stood up and hugged him, “Thanks, dad.” He smiled and pulled me tight, “You’re welcome baby girl.” 

Later that night we all decided to go to the Christmas light festival in town. Walking beside him, I could feel the heat radiating off of him, and when the wind blew just right I could smell his cologne. I inhaled deeply, taking it in. My dad, sister, brother and their families walked ahead of us. 

The laughter of other people surrounding us. I finally got the courage to talk to him. “Hey, is everything okay? Things just seem off.” “Yeah, everything is okay. I just feel bad for kissing you. I know you’re engaged.” 

I gently touched his arm, “Hey, it’s okay. That kiss was..” I stopped myself and looked in his eyes. He stepped closer. Our bodies close, his fingers lightly brushing against mine. “That kiss was what?” He asked, eyes locked on mine. 

I bit my lip, “That kiss was perfect.” I whispered. He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting mine, “Tell me to stop.” I stood there, “No.” His lips landed on mine. The kiss was soft at first, then his hands went into my hair and he deepened the kiss. I moaned into his mouth.

The kiss was absolutely magical and full of so much passion and need. As we pulled back from each other, I saw his eyes full of so much love. The twinkle lights above us casting a halo of color around him. I knew I wanted him, I knew this was who I was meant to be with. 

We made it back to our room, clothes were shed and he began kissing down my body. Taking my nipples in his mouth as his fingers played my body like a grand piano. His body hovering over mine, “Tell me to stop.” He whispered. “Don’t” 

That was all the permission he needed. He pushed inside me, and the days of want and tension just melted away. Every touch, every thrust, every kiss brought us closer together. Our bodies tangled together for hours, whispers and promises made in the middle of the passion. Both of us forgetting the commitment we made to another person. At that moment it was just us. 

We both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Around 3am his phone went off, and I glanced at it, seeing his girlfriend’s name and a message that read: “Hey baby. I got home early. I hope your trip is going well. I can’t wait for you to get home. I love you.” 

My heart sank. He’s not mine and I’m not his. We can’t be together. We’ve both betrayed the other people in our lives. I looked over at him. His eyes closed, for the first time since that first night, his jaw relaxed, and he had a slight smile on his face. 

My heart sank. I knew what I had to do. I cried the whole time.

Green Eyes POV:

The light of the sun peeked through the slightly opened curtain. I stretched and reached for her. Last night was perfect, she was perfect. When I reached for her, the bed was empty, cold. On her pillow a note. My heart sank.

By the time you read this I’ll be gone. These past few days with you have been amazing. Last night felt like nothing I’d ever felt before. You and I both are committed to other people, and I can’t come into your life and ruin that. I’m supposed to be getting married, and now I’m just confused. I know if I stay the feelings I’m feeling won’t let me walk away from you. I can’t, no I won’t make you decide between me or her. You’re an incredible man and I honestly wish things were different. I’m sorry. I’m so incredibly sorry. You deserve so much more than a letter. I just wish I could give it to you, but I can’t. Please take care of yourself, and I’ll always be grateful for you and the time we’ve spent together. 

Forever,

Y/N

I took a deep breath. She was gone. I packed my stuff up and headed back home. The drive home was quiet, but oh so loud. Thoughts of us, of last night, of the first night, the whole trip played in my head. 

Reader’s POV: 

I hated leaving him. I just knew if I stayed I’d never leave him. Stepping out of the airport back home I felt the cold air cut right through me. I walked back into my house and dropped my bags. I sat on the couch and cried. Letting all the emotions I’d been holding in, out. 

A few days later I was standing in the middle of a restaurant, surrounded by most of Aaron’s friends and some of mine for our engagement party. My sister was here and she pulled me to the side. “Sweetie, are you okay? You’re here, but you’re not.” I just looked at her and broke down.

She pulled me into the bathroom and I told her everything. She held me tight, “Oh sweetie, it sounds like you fell in love with him. Why are you going through with this engagement? I can see you’re not happy.” 

My phone kept ringing. I looked at the caller ID, it was him. I silenced it. It rang again, and again I declined the call. He kept calling. My sister looked at me, “Honey, answer it. Hear him out. If he wanted to just walk away he wouldn’t be calling you.” 

When the phone rang again I answered it. “You have to stop calling me. I’m at my engagement party.” “Sweetheart, please.” “I can’t. Aaron didn’t do anything wrong, your girlfriend didn’t do anything wrong. We did. I did.” 

“I’ll walk away from you darlin’ if you can tell me you don’t love me.” My breath hitched. The tears started to fall. My sister put her hand on my shoulder. “I uh..” 

“Sweetheart, don’t cry, please. Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll walk away.” I looked at my sister, “I need some air.” She helped me out the backdoor of the restaurant. My hands were shaking as I held the phone.

“I want you to know I don’t regret what we did, baby. I’ve never felt what I felt with you. I broke up with my girlfriend too. Not because of us, well not completely because of us. We had been drifting apart, it was mutual. I just thought you should know that.” I sobbed harder. “Please stop. I can’t do this. I’m supposed to be getting married.” 

He sighed, “I understand, I’m sorry darlin’. I hope you have an amazing life full of the love you deserve. I’ll let you go.” My heart broke. “No, wait, please.” A silence filled the air. “By the way, you look beautiful tonight. That dress fits you perfectly.” My breath hitched. I looked up and saw him standing near the corner of the building. 

I ran to him, threw my arms around him and held him. “Tell me you don’t love me, Y/N.” “I can’t, because I do.” He lifted my chin and kissed my lips, deepening the kiss. “Good, because I love you too.” 

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stumbled upon your blog and im obsessed to say the least. ur hcs awakened something in me.

OK so OBVIOUSLY all the ud guys are fairly muscular, but imagine the lodge during the summer & everyone was swimming, honestly just enjoying the heat n water n booze (lawl)

how do u think they’d react if they saw you staring? like just enamored with them n their body glistening in the sun

sorry if i sound insane but i need to see your opinion on this :3

HII ANON!! i’m so happy u like my blog omg!!!!! also love 2 see another :3 user in the year of our lord(markiplier), 2024

my thoughts on this…. mmnghh sweaty drunk buff boys hngh. sorry that was so vile BUT I’ll address them all individually…

contains: Chris, Josh, Mike, & Matt

.✭..✭..✭..✭. .✭..✭..✭..✭.

.✭ Chris Hartley

starting w chris bc he is in fact my everything… it would depend on how drunk he is, he’d either get super embarrassed or start fake flexing at you.. like a “you enjoying the gun show?” with that stupid smile i need him.. it would also depend on if you’ve ever previously seen chris without his usual layers, or if the pool was the first time…he’d be a bit embarrassed, but kinda “cocky” about it, (insert the “i could bench like… two hundred!” deleted voice line.)

(def check out my sleeper build! chris hcs!!! if ur into that!!!)

.✭ Josh Washington

next josh!! he’s more generally confident imo, controversial take, but i see him as MORE confident than mike in a way, but if he saw you staring, he’d give you a flirty little grin regardless of if he was drunk or not.. but drunk josh would totally tease you a little more, it’s half-coherent and slurred, but you can get the gist?? maybe??

“hey gorgeous, you can look aaallll you want..” type shit

.✭ Mike Munroe

mike… we all know mike is hot, he is canonically hot, i too would commit atrocities for a chance to hop on his cream canon… but dear god him in the pool… oh my… oh me oh my… his big arms flexing DEAR GOD.

that being said, if he catches you staring, i don’t think he’d make it obvious that he knows, but he’d definitely flex his arms a lil just to watch your reactions.. and tease you about it later, obviously

mike is one of those dudes to throw someone in the pool to flirt btw

I NEED TO SEE THIS MAN SHIRTLESS BC HIM IN HIS TANKTOP IS ALREADY DOINF THINGS TI ME.

anyway….

.✭ Matt Taylor

now Matt..…

he’s a little more of a difficult case because he’s less cocky than mike or even chris (jokingly), but he’s attractive!

it’s hard to tell if he’d be the macho guy, threatening to throw you into the pool to mess with you, or if he’d actually be really respectful about it?

that being said, if he caught you staring, he’d be a little flustered!!! but he’d def try to play it off, not WELL but the effort is there!? “Hey, you make a habit of staring? uh.. look all you want, i’m flattered.” (his personality is so hard for me to write i am so sorry 😖)

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chat can we pretend that this isn’t another one that i wrote a month ago and it went to drafts instead of posting… 🤨

also how do we feel about the formatting on this one!?? i thought the little stars would be cutie…

[saltwaterandstars]

It's my ongoing intention to show more of my pagan self to the world, so here's something about spells! I maybe have a rather different take on spells to many pagans, I'm not sure - this is just what's helpful and makes sense to me.

To be clear, I don't believe in magic - I don't believe I can cast a spell and it will materially alter the world. But I do know that words and images and sounds etc. alter my feelings and bodily experiences and motivations, and I can harness that in positive ways. That means I occasionally write a spell designed to have a specific impact on myself and I usually make an audio recording of each spell because I find listening to a spell and maybe even reciting it with myself to be helpful.

So here's a recording of a spell I wrote at this time of year a few years ago. It was at the time I was becoming very ill with my autoimmune condition and I was so weak and exhausted but still trying to work ridiculously long hours in a very high demand job. The spell is a kindly encouragement to myself to let some things go and to just rest through the winter. It's worded and recited in a way that I thought might have a positive physiological impact - my intention was for it to be soothing, to maybe even lower my heart rate and production of stress hormones. If you're interested in listening to it, it's just under five minutes long and it's probably best listened to with your eyes closed and maybe lying down - resting, in fact :-)

I haven't posted something so personal before - I certainly haven't shared my voice before - so I'm feeling a little nervous. But if I can't be my weird, witchy self on tumblr, what exactly am I doing here? xx

[mido-writesalot]

Guide To Strange Spots!

Posted 2/29/20 by user StraSpoFinder

A lot of my followers have been asking me where exactly I was in my last post, what a strange spot was, and how exactly to get there so I'm here to elaborate! Keep in mind that although I have experience, I am by no means an expert and that anything you do is at your own risk.

What exactly is a Strange Spot?

In certain places, our world kinda glitches out. I’m unsure if it’s because of another world seeping in or just a weird time warp but i’m working on it. I call them strange spots. My current theory is that a bear named Dennis has been traveling across the globe and his claws have some weird time slashing powers that cause these spots to occur. I’m inclined to believe that Dennis is a grizzly bear but after further speculation, he could also just be a deranged koala.

As per your requests, here is my unofficial guide on how to find these strange spots for yourself!

What You’ll Need

First off, we need to address wardrobe. From my previous experiences, darker colors work best. I don’t know why, but you also need to wear Doc Martens or high heels. Any other footwear causes the spots to disappear instantly. However, the Doc Martens need to have been manufactured no later than 2015 and the high heels must be at least 4 inches. I recommend just wearing Doc Martens for mobility reasons, but if you can move easily in heels then I have no right to stop you. Next, you need a necklace made of pure silver. In a pinch, a bracelet could work too. You also need 3 paper clips (color is irrelevant), a white strawberry, and a small turtle you will never see again. Then head over to whatever browser you use and search up all the stores in your area that sell Nestlé products. Make sure you have some sort of transportation too as this could take a while. A rope will also be necessary as well as the physical stamina required to scale down a building. If you are a seasoned traceur, a rope would be ideal but not required.

Nestlé

The store in particular needs to have at least 15% of its merchandise be Nestlé products. If there is no store near you that fits that requirement, I apologize. Mainly stores that carry 15% or more Nestlé products work. I like to believe it’s because Dennis is anti-corporation, but he is most likely against unethical/unsafe business practices considering I once stumbled across a crude strange spot behind an OSHA office. If you have epilepsy or are otherwise affected by flashing imagery, I recommend finding a store with a painted sign. Once you reach the store, walk to the backmost corner of the parking lot closest to the store. This is when the silver necklace comes into play. Hook the three paper clips onto the necklace and carefully lay it on the ground in a circle. Place the turtle into the circle. You will find that the turtle remains immobile. Then look for the store’s sign. If the store has a light-up sign, the sign should begin to flicker violently. If not, the letters on the sign should simply shake. When this happens, you have been successful. If you look back at the ground, you will find that the necklace and turtle have disappeared and have been replaced with an identical necklace and turtle. You will be able to tell if this is the case as the paper clips will have vanished at this point. Do not take the necklace. If you are overly greedy, the strange spot will disappear. I suspect Dennis is behind that condition. The turtle’s name is something beyond our comprehension, but he liked it when I called him Craig. Give Craig the white strawberry. Craig likes white strawberries. After he unhinges his jaw and swallows the strawberry whole, he will begin to inch towards the store’s entrance. You must remain behind him the entire time. Craig gets anxious easily and walking in front of him will cause him to feel lonely and disappear. Once Craig reaches the door, open it for him and kneel. The door will lead to a pitch-black void. Craig will make eye contact with you and nod before entering the door. Let Craig enter first. You must be invited into a strange spot and Craig will gladly do so as you have gifted him a friend and a meal. Hold your breath then close your eyes and hop through the door on one foot. I haven’t tested this out yet, but if you do not have the physical capabilities to hop on one foot, nodding your head back and forth while going through the door may work as a substitute. Open your eyes. Congrats! You’ve arrived at the strange spot.

Different Strange Spots

I have been to dozens and dozens of safe spots and every single one has been a unique experience. The only consistent factors are that I have never come across another living being while in one and that they are all different. One time I was taken to a cool desert. The sparkling white sand felt like fresh water and the stars sang in colors of every hue. Treading deeper into the sand led to a sense of eternal contentment. The night sky was a brilliant violet with hints of red and pink. I had brought a backpack with me at the time and filled it to the brim with the sand. However, when I got back home, the sand had condensed itself into a small glass bottle. Upon holding the bottle, the same sense of contentment washed over me once more, immediately quelling any worries I could ever have. I gave the bottle to Craig. Another time, the area I was in was freezing. I apologized to Craig for making him come out in such frigid conditions and I could see my fingertips begin to turn blue. The strange spot that opened up was paradise to me. It was some sort of glass house. Despite there being no sun, balmy sunlight quietly graced the house and time seemed to be frozen. A large bed was placed in the middle of the house. The bed had the softest blanket I have ever felt in my life. It felt like a thousand lovers’ embraces and smelled like warm memories. I had fallen asleep and when I awoke, there was a cup of hot cocoa on the nightstand. Words could not describe the richness of the cocoa, but I knew instinctively that there would never be another hot cocoa that could satiate me again. When I returned to my hotel room, my backpack had become heavier, and I realized that the blanket had come home with me. As I write this now, the blanket is wrapped around my shoulders. It appears to have cured my insomnia which I am most grateful for. Regardless of what type of strange spot you end up at, remember to remain respectful and clean up after yourself.

Leaving the Strange Spot

Once you have had your fair share of the strange spot, you can easily leave. Simply close your eyes and whisper the lyrics to All Star by Smashmouth. Never Gonna Give You Up also works. Any culturally significant songs work but those two seem to be the most time efficient. Halfway through the song of your choice, the air will become cold for a second. Do not open your eyes under any circumstances lest you be lost forever. After the air reverts back to a normal temperature, you may open your eyes. You will find yourself located on the roof of the store. This is when the rope is needed. Use it to safely reach the ground again. You’ve made it back!

Experiencing a strange spot is one of the most interesting sensations in the world and I wish any of you who try this the best of luck. If you see Craig, tell him he still owes me a dollar. He will understand.

Edit 3/05/20: Many of you have been blowing this post up and asking for me to visit a strange spot with live updates. I would be delighted to share that with you and I'll let you know the next time I find one :)

Edit 3/21/20: Found a possible strange spot location I'll start live posting soon 💖

Posted at 3:22 PM by user StraSpoFinder

The store was eerily quiet. I do not think I mentioned this earlier, but before perfecting my technique, I placed a small ginger kitten in the necklace instead of a turtle. When I saw it again, its fur had become a soft shade of purple and it was fully grown. Sometimes it still shows up when Craig is tired. I think they are friends now. It responds to no name other than Charlie. It is a strange one, rejecting any food I offer. I ended up eating the white strawberry myself. Charlie will only lead anyone to the store entrance after they have said the word “ourple” pronounced er-ple. Saying the word purple seems to not have the same effect. As I write this, Charlie is staring at me intently waiting for me to say ourple. I feel slightly intimidated.

Posted at 3:30 PM by user StraSpoFinder

The wifi in this strange spot seems consistent. The air is crisp and it smells like freshly cut grass. The sky is gold and the soft earth is a calm reddish orange. There is a black lake up ahead that seems to be reflecting a gorgeous sunrise in another world. Oh? There also appears to be a small indent in the earth in the shape of a paw. I’m going to investigate.

Posted at 3:41 PM by user StraSpoFinder

I can’t believe it. There’s an active trail of animal tracks around the lake. This is the most evidence of life I have ever seen in a strange spot. I have been closely following the trail but it has been almost 10 minutes and there’s no sign of life yet.

Posted at 3:56 PM by user StraSpoFinder

I wonder if the tracks are from Dennis, but they are much too large to be from a koala or a grizzly bear.

Posted at 4:00 PM by user StraSpoFinder

The ground is becoming softer and my docs appear to be sinking. I may have to head back to avoid getting swallowed but I am too invested.

Posted at 4:28 PM by user StraSpoFinder

Dennis is not a bear.

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I’m free

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[psychdelia]

wildflower by billie eilish except it’s post s3/4 billy feeling guilty and undeserving of steve, and almost bad for nancy? a weird sense of guilt because when he first moved to hawkins he would watch them when he thought no one was looking, lonely and yearning. wanted steve to touch him like that, treat him like that, love him like he loved her. but anytime he was caught, he panicked and spewed hate. anger was safe, anger protected him. a gay teen from california in hawkins? he didn’t have anything else to resort to. but now he’s too tired to be angry at the world and too in love with steve to ever feel how he did before nearly dying. but he never quite made amends with nancy. nancy, who he wonders if steve is thinking about every time he kisses billy. who he’s been too afraid to approach and talk to. who he feels hates him, and knows he doesn’t deserve steve. he knows she broke his heart, but he also knows steve pictured a life, a family with this woman. he doesn’t know if he can give steve that. billy wonders if he thinks about nancy more than steve does, too scared to ask. scared all his crazy thoughts will be confirmed. he knows she’s with jonathan, but he also knows that she was his first true love. she’s with jonathan, but he swears he feels her eyes on them whenever steve hugs, touches, kisses him. swears she’s giving them the same almost sad, wanting look he had to fight when he used to look at them.

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[bluuscreen]

more au art <3 finally figured out how to draw wolves, so have virgil using werewolf!roman as a pillow :p

[whispers-of-masser]

Dragon's Tongue

✧ Nebarra x human!LDB, ft. Xelzaz & Khash ✧ Fluff, minor angst; 1300+ words ♫ "You And I (Stripped)" - PVRIS ✒ Something short n sweet today, I'm feeling soft

Nebarra was loath to admit it to himself, and he'd die before ever saying it aloud, but the Rift really was beautiful. Nothing compared to Alinor, to be sure, but... all the gold reminded him of home. And when he passed by a small, isolated farm, he could almost see himself on its porch, see his brother leaning against the door.

The illusions were younger, happier versions of themselves. So much more innocent, faces bright with naivety, eyes shining with plans for the future.

And then he'd gone to war.

He'd lost... so much of himself, in the deserts of Hammerfell. They had scorched and burned him inside and out, slowly bleeding him dry with every comrade he saw fall. And all that, for what? For all the Altmer's supposed superiority, the campaign had failed on all fronts – Hammerfell's walls and people defied them, and Cyrodiil remained in power, weakened but still unbroken.

How could the Thalmor still strut about, arrogant to Aetherius and back, when they had failed so miserably? How could they look at the faces of the families whose children and lovers they'd sent to die and only tell them they'd "served their purpose"?

Nebarra couldn't.

He couldn't face them at all. Not even through pen and paper, leagues away from ever having to look them in the eyes, ever having to see the pain and loss in their gaze.

Where the Thalmor were heartless, he was a coward.

And he didn't know which was worse.

~~~

Night fell, and you called the group to halt, to make camp until dawn. Nebarra set up the tent as you argued with Xelzaz, trying to convince him that no, he shouldn't summon a flame atronach and then kill it for its fire salts, no matter how good it would make dinner taste. Khash merely looked on, muching on some clover she'd picked up somewhere.

At last though, you got Xelzaz to relent, though he asked you to gather some herbs in exchange, listing off the plants he wanted you to find.

"Ah... and take Nebarra with you."

The elf froze. Turned slowly towards the lizard. Demanded, "What? Why?"

"Two eyes are better than one," he shrugged, "and that much safer, as well. We don't know what's out there, and I'm pretty sure we passed a necromantic altar on our way here."

At that, you groaned, head rolling back like a teenager who'd just been told to do their chores. "Gods, not another one. Why do we always seem to run into those?"

"Luck of the Dragonborn? Anyway, off with you now – I have to get set up. Let's see, in whose pack did I leave my cooking pot...? Khash! Come help me with this!"

And just like that he walked off, leaving you and Nebarra alone by the campfire. A chuckle escaped you, and he glanced over to see you shaking your head. "I'm surprised he didn't tell us to hold hands, too, so we don't lose each other in the dark."

"Yeah, I'm not holding your hand," Nebarra snarked. And it was true. Absolutely true. Totally, one-hundred percent true.

"Oh wow, Nebs, that one almost hurt." Your soft laugh seemed to echo in his ears, his mind. "Come on, let's go – I don't suppose you heard any of the plants he wants?"

Blue and yellow mountain flowers, to restore and fortify. Purple for rejuvenation, and to give to Khash. Scaly pholiota for fiber and strengthening. Wild gourds and dragon's togue for flavour.

He snorted from behind his helm. "That would require paying attention to him."

"Should have known," you sighed. "Alright, listen up before I forget: blue, yellow, and purple mountain flowers, scaly pholiota, and dragon's tongue. And be careful with the purple mountain flowers, they're gifts for Khash. Oh, he also wants some wild gourds. Got it?"

"...Yeah, yeah. Let's just get going."

He definitely hadn't feigned ignorance just to hear your voice some more. Definitely not.

~~~

"Ah, back at last! Perfect," Xelzaz said, stirring something in a pot over the fire. "Now I can get the real meal started."

"Then what's this?" Nebarra demanded as Xelzaz handed him a bowl, in exchange for the plants the Altmer carried. Even through his gauntlets he could feel its warmth, and a rich, savory scent drifted up through the slits of his helmet.

"Something amazing, from the smell," you sighed, and Nebarra didn't have to look to know you were drooling.

"Just a little sometime to hold you over," the Argonian demurred, handing you a bowl as well. "Thought I'd experiment with some of the flora I've gathered thus far."

That gave Nebarra pause. "Wait – experiment? That's settled, I'm not eating this."

"If you don't want it–"

Your words were drowned out by Khash's eager shout of, "I'll eat it! I'll take your bowl!" She rushed over to him, red eyes trained on the food.

"Khash, you had your share," Xelzaz chided. "Any more and you won't have room for the rest of dinner."

"Yes, I will! I have room for anything you make."

"She's got a point," you laughed, and Nebarra slowly, wordlessly handed her the bowl.

"I'll go keep watch," he grumbled, turning away.

"Oh, don't be like that! Nebarra!" When he didn't respond, you sighed, calling after him, "Alright, go sulk! I'll make sure Xelzaz doesn't poison your share, though you kind of deserve it!"

His back still towards you, Nebarra raised his hand in a rude gesture, and your laughter rang through the night.

Some thirty minutes later, he heard footsteps approaching; he didn't need to turn to know it was you. Your tread was distinct from the others, weighted with determination and confidence, whereas Xelzaz's was soft and steady, and Khash's light and hesitant.

"Here. Eat." Despite the short words, your tone was gentle, and Nebarra looked over to see you holding a plate out towards him, laden with a slab of meat and wild berries to the side. "It's delicious, and unpoisoned."

"How would you know?" he sniffed, catching a whiff of the food in the process. It... did smell amazing. "Did you try it?"

"I did, actually. Stole some of your steak when Xelzaz wasn't looking. And since I'm still standing here pestering you, I guess that means it's clean."

Nebarra paused, eyes training on your face. Half of it was wreathed in shadow, only the gleam of your eyes visible; the other half was illuminated by the campfire, revealing the soft smile you wore.

You... had a nice smile.

And before he could stop himself, he mumbled, "You're not... pestering me."

Surprise flickered in your gaze – surprise, and something else. Something he told himself he didn't recognise, refused to recognise.

After a moment, you said softly, "That's... good to hear, then. Because I have something else for you, too." Reaching down with your free hand, you pulled something from your belt and held it out before him. "I saved one, 'cause it reminded me of you."

Nebarra stared. There, held gently between your fingers, was a dragon's tongue flower, petals open wide and colours vibrant in full bloom. "This... reminded you of me?"

"It's gold. Just like you."

"...You really do have trouble with your eyesight, don't you? These are orange."

"Eh, close enough." You shrugged, the smile never leaving your face.

Slowly, Nebarra reached out and, ignoring the plate of food, took the flower carefully, delicately from your grasp, cradling it in his palm. "...Am I supposed to say thank you?"

"You just did." As he raised a brow from the shadows of his helm, you set the plate on a nearby rock and tapped the gauntlet that held the flower. "You accepted it."

He couldn't deny it. "Think you got me all figured out then, huh?"

Something in your smile shifted, your gaze flickering. "No. Not yet, anyways. But... I think I'd like to." And with that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving him alone in the dark, stunned.

And that night, as he sat in the shadows of the campfire, he stared at the flower for a long, long time.

[martitheevans]

Thoughts From The Pub On A Sunday Night

Inhale. Breathe in the stench of stale air and plastic smoke, Cigarettes and drunks that once may have spoke Of freedom, of peace, of a new world at ease.

And to myself, I ask, how can they live? With oh so little in terms of love to give? And they swore they would fight and kick and shout Only, for themselves. every man for himself, to find his own way out.

And I wonder, is it worth it? Worth living a life like this? Is it worth the lows when I remember what I'll miss? If the cost of freedom is my familiar life Should I just stay put while living a lie?

And now I stop and think, think a moment longer, The ice in my glass melts as I sit and ponder If I were to step outside into that bitter, biting cold On this Winter's evening, would the world feel quite so old?

And if for a moment, I let my mind unwind today If it could speak for itself, I believe it would say: "Let us pursue, dammit, let's make it to Someday Then! That's when we will prevail! But, for now, let's Exhale."

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

coping with things so well today so i’m bragging about it ✨

[solardee]

UTEV - Drabble #1

The castle was calm and quiet, for all intents and purposes. Sure, his boys were wandering about, causing their usual mischief as they were want to do, but otherwise it was quiet.

His office was undisturbed, paperwork neatly filed away in the drawer below. Dusk’s hands were folded in front of him, hiding his mouth as he gazed emptily at the door. It would be flying open any moment now, if the telltale steps of his brother down the hall were anything to go by.

There has always been a balance to maintain, after all.

He was the Guardian of Negativity, in stark contrast to his energetic brother; it was inevitable they would conflict. Natural even. Life is not always filled with ease or joy. Disagreements, betrayals, tragedies, all find themselves at home in all of our existences.

Some, perhaps more than others, the cracks in his skull dripping corruption was testament to that.

Keeping a balance, between striving against adversity and being rightfully discouraged and grief stricken in honesty isn’t easy. An ever-lasting fight between positivity and negativity, that shows no signs of settling soon. A fight to last all of eternity.

The door slammed open in front of him. Dusk’s gaze didn’t flinch, slowly traveling up until his singular eyelight bore into shining save stars in his brother’s sockets.

“BROTHER,” Dawn hissed, the talons hidden under his glove gouging slightly into the wooden frame, “I know what you’ve done.”

“Oh, do you now?” Dusk responded, head slowly tilting to the side, the corruption pooling on the inside of his skull. His hands remained folded in front of his face.

His brother scoffed, slamming his hand onto Dusk’s desk to tower over his sibling (though it isn’t like he needed Dusk sitting down to do that) “Of course I do!” Dawn shouted indignantly, “and I won’t allow this crime to continue!”

Dusk’s unoccupied tentacle curled around his chair as he lowered his hands, the barest hint of a smirk on his apathetic face, “You won’t allow it?” he mocked. His other tentacle laid comfortably on his lap.

Dawn’s wings flared out in rage, “That pudding cup in the fridge was mine and you know it!”

Dusk shrugged, raising the aforementioned confectionery in front of his chest, but out of Dawn’s reach, “What a shame. I didn’t see your name on it…” he drawled despite Dawn’s offended huffing.

“Dusk…” his brother warned.

“If you want it so badly, come and get it.”

Thus, the fighting begun.

Feathers flying, apathy dripping to impede determined progress, what Dusk lacked in height he made up for in maneuverability. Dawn shoved and reached for the treat, even as Dusk twisted further away.

It was a good five minutes before Dawn shoved his wing into Dusk’s face and made him choke on feathers, his good arm snatching the slightly crushed cup from the distracted tentacle with a shout of victory.

‘Well,’ Dusk thought to himself as they settled down from their vicious battle, ‘There are worse ways to spend an eternity, I suppose.’

“You’re such an ass sometimes, you know that?” Dawn muttered as he sprawled in the chair across from his office desk.

“Brother, you simply give me far too much to work with,” Dusk replied simply, pulling a drawer in his desk open to grab a treat of his own.

The battle for balance paused, if only briefly.