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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years ago

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Date bled or demon bros react to mc likes to nap and cuddle throughout the day

I’ll do the brothers! :D

Lucifer

…MC get off of him. He’s in a meeting.

Aaaaaaaaand they’re napping. Wonderful.

At first, Lucifer is annoyed that he’s got another Belphie on his hands, especially during the time when Belphie’s locked in the attic. How dare MC remind him of the brother that he’s holding under house arrest >:c

But once the relationship grows, Lucifer submits to the snuggles. Luci quickly realizes that he’s very not used to cuddling.

As long as MC isn’t napping through their classes, they’re good. Nap whenever you want, MC, just make sure your homework is done.

MC should expect the cuddling to be one sided in public, but behind closed doors? Hoo boy, the man’s attached to MC like a koala to a tree.

MC may have also accidentally fixed his sleep schedule… it’s just… why does he feel sleepy when he sees them nap? *yawn*

He’s just going to rest his eyes for a second, the paperwork can wait.

Mammon

G-gah! Stupid human! What do they think they’re doin’ cuddling up to him like that!? They do know he’s a demon right?

For the first little while, Mammon tsuderes it up, but he gets so easily flustered whenever MC leans on him that it renders everything he says pretty much meaningless.

The first time MC ever fell asleep on him it was absolutely magical. He slowly patted their head and refused to move until the next day. Sure, his back hurt and he didn’t get any sleep, but MC was just so cute dammit!

Deeper into the relationship, Mammon is the happiest demon alive because he doesn’t need to ask for snuggles! He just plops himself down next to MC and his human just cuddles up next to him!

His absolute favourite thing is when MC falls asleep on his lap. They did it in public once and Mammon took this opportunity to flex. Yeah, he has a cute human that likes to cuddle him, do you?!

Mammon’s only wish is that MC would be more awake when he’s explaining his totally legit business ideas, they always seem to fall asleep once he gets goin’

Leviathan

SISJDJSJSJDJDJSJJAJAKALSKA- PHYSICAL CONTACT?!?!?! WITH HIM?! it’s more likely than you’d think.

First part of the relationship when Levi had just made a pact with MC, he was kind of confused. He had tried to murk this normie just a couple of days ago and now they’re cuddling up next to him? What’s that abou-

Levi.exe has stopped working.

Yeah, Levi blue screening happens a LOT. It takes literal months for MC and Levi to snuggle properly on a regular basis.

As totally Kawaii MC is when they nap on him, they just need to see how this fight scene is animated! MC! MC! Look! Homura and Mami are- WAKE UP AND LOOK AT THIS!

Cuddling in public causes Levi to die a flustered death. Fs in the chat everyone, had a good life, he did.

Though, it makes him feel so much more comfortable whenever MC just holds his hand out in public and doesn’t make a big deal about it. It makes him feel safe ^.^

Satan

At first, Satan was taking notes on how this human got so comfortable so quickly that they just started cuddling people and napping everywhere. Hm, humans appear to be quite adaptable… interesting.

They also seem to lack any sense of danger. Well, at least this one does.

Later down the line though, when MC first crawled into Satan’s lap to nap, it rivalled the first time a cat chose him. This was wild.

Snuggles… while reading stories… yes please…

Okay, that part sounded better than it ended up being. MC fell asleep while cuddling and ended up right on Satan’s arm, then in their sleep, MC basically locked Satan’s entire right side into a vice grip and couldn’t be pried off. Basically, Satan had to reread the same page of his book over and over and over again because he didn’t want to wake up MC.

Well, call it a learning experience, and Satan loves to learn, so next time, he was prepared for MC’s death cuddles.

Apparently he wasn’t prepared enough because the exact same thing happened again… multiple times more.

MC is literally a walking relaxant, Satan is significantly less filled with burning rage when they’re around. Notice I said less filled, he will still cut a bitch.

Asmodeus

Oh~ how bold! MC just plopped themselves down next to him and cuddled up close to him!

At first, Asmo was amused by all the cuddling MC was doing and made quite a few less than wholesome jokes about it. The Avatar of Lust has a dirty mind! Shocker!

But hark! (The herald angels siiiiing-) Asmo actually… likes platonic snuggles?!?! What is this sorcery?!

If MC and Asmo don’t enter a romantic relationship, my man still needs his cuddle quota met, ASAP.

If they do end up dating, hoo boy, MC and Asmo sure do a lot of snuggling, and “snuggling”.

But overall, Asmo loves being held and cuddled, and sleep is good for one’s skin!

Beelzebub

*sniffle* Beeeeeeeeeelllllllllpppppphhhhhiiiiiiiiieeeeeee-

Congratulations MC, they have made Beel more sad about his twin being gone just by existing :D

Once the custard incident happens and MC and Beel grow closer, oh man, oh man oh man, is he in desperate need of cuddles.

If MC ever falls asleep anywhere and needs to get from point A to point B, fret not, Beel is prepared. He will gently pick them up and they will awaken at point B. How nice!

Once Belphie gets his ass out of the attic, MC has competition.

Not really, Beel has enough love to go around. Both his sleepy beans can get carried around and cuddled with. Beel is big and strong for a reason.

Since MC has a vice grip while they cuddle, Beel kind of walks around with them clinging to his arm like a sloth to a tree. Belphie also picks up on this behaviour and starts doing it too.

Someone (*cough* Levi and Mammon *cough*) took a picture and posted it on Devilgram and now it’s kind of a meme template.

Belphegor

Gasp! Whomst- whomst is this human who comes before him and cuddles up close to him? This must be his soulmate! His other half! His destined partner!

…his destined partner was drooling all over his cardigan.

Ah well, two can play that game motherfucker. *SNORE*

Anyway, Belphie and MC? I would say power couple but in reality, the two just do a lot of snuggling and sleeping, it’s like they’re attached at the hip.

The two are always touching in some way, Belphie resting his head on MC’s shoulder, MC attaching themselves to Belphie’s torso like a koala, the two of them trading spit with each other… you get the idea.

It gets weird when the two start legitimately visiting each other in dreams, it gets so frequent it basically becomes a date night thing to just sleep and do weird shit in dreamland.

“Hey MC do you wanna hang out?” “Sorry, can’t, it’s date night. *SNORE*” “Yeah, shoo. *S N O R E*”

On their most recent date, MC and Belphie fought a dragon and then ate a giant cake.

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junicai · 4 years ago

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Relationship with WAYV

➣ KUN ☾ karia

if it wasn’t for dotae potentially coming to kill him, he would steal aria into wayv

he’s the cool dad?

they can’t spend a lot of time together because none of their schedules match up, but aria takes every third or so weekend out to come have dinner in the wayv dorms

she’s surprisingly close to the china line, and its a combination of ten dragging her to his dorm for an entire month and them just kinda adopting her when they realized she was a foreigner as well

yuta can fight them, she’s one of them now

he doesn’t like to baby her a lot, and she really appreciates the break from being the “maknae” so to speak

however does that stop him from giving her the forehead kithes? no

aria sad? forehead kith

aria mad? forehead kith

aria smad? forehead kith + kuddles (kun cuddles)

he has sent her a passive agressive text when he found out that she wasn’t eating enough again and had almost passed out

but he finished it with a heart so its ok

if she isn’t smiling at all times, someone will die

aria feels like she can trust him with a lot; that no matter what she tells him, he’ll never out her or make fun of her

kun actually took a two-week online course to learn how to make traditional japanese dishes when aria mentioned missing her parents

he originally was going to learn how to make irish dishes, but he changed his mind after seeing what they were

“im not giving my kids boiled cabbage and mashed potatoes what kind of post world war-”

wants to give her a chinese name but hasn’t yet because he hasn’t found the one that fits her right and he wants it to be perfect

aria teaches him japanese phrases in exchange for him teaching her a little bit of mandarin

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

aria saw kun’s back as she entered the practice room, the man standing with three other members in the centre of the floor before the choreographer came in to start their practice. coming up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, peeking her head around from where she was. “hi!” she smiled brightly.

“hi,” ten chuckled, showing her the camera that had just filmed all of that.

➣ TEN ☾ tenaria

Whipped(TM)

so so gone for her its upsetting actually

yangyang and aria share the position of his baby

except aria willingly accepts the title while yangyang would rather fling himself from a rooftop

ten’s instagram is half his cats, half miyazu aria

he posts her dancing practice on his story a lot, with a variety of captions ranging from “thats my baby ♡( ◡‿◡ )” to “yah that’s not right...(눈_눈)”

such an enabler for her bad ideas

aria wants to go shopping at 4am? ten agrees, now they’re sitting by han river eating ice cream

pls he’s gonna get her in so much trouble one day

when they walk together, ten likes to take her hand and put it in his pocket

its under the pretense of not wanting her to get lost

he just wants to hold her hand

yes he has lost her in a shopping mall, and NO it wasn’t his fault

ten always complains that they never have schedules together and he misses his baby

“we have superm-” “I NEVER SEE YOUUUU (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ”

if they’re in the same room ten is either watching her out of the corner of his eye, or is actually wrapped around her like a boa constrictor

hugs n kithes all around

only he is allowed make fun of her mistakes in dancing

anyone else gets deaded. he will fight for her honor how dare you insult his baby

sm give these ttwo a dancing duo video pls

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

the first and only time aria and ten had a duet was during their last concert on superm’s first world tour. during the second half of ten’s solo performance, aria emerged from the left side of the stage, coming to join him in the centre stage. no one had ever seen aria as serious as she was then, both herself and ten becoming completely different people in the moment. midway through, aria spun with her back to ten and leaped backwards into the air - eyes closed - completely trusting ten to be where she needed him to be to catch her.

➣ WINWIN ☾ winria

a love hate relationship at its finest

they don’t actually hate each other it’s just really funny to pretend that they do (especially because yuta complains that 2 of his favourite people aren’t getting along)

winwin is so savage towards aria but it’s ok she claps back twice as hard

at first, before czennies had seen enough of their dynamic they thought that they actually did hate each other

but that’s not true they just don’t know how to express, affection, without brutally insulting the other with a loving tone

they are, surprisingly, the most stable pairing in 127 - they have a dynamic and rarely stray from that, which is a good comfort for the fans

despite what they might say to each other, they don’t mean any of it - and winwin has been seen several times raising his eyebrows with a questioning look at aria to make sure she wasn’t taking any of his playful jabs to heart

oh god the flexibility

the entirety of nct is terrified of them

the day sm gives them a circus act is the day that kun and taeyong have a heart attack

quietly supportive of each other - catch aria “playing” with a water bottle and not getting up to get it when it conveniently rolls across the floor and into winwin’s leg

he makes sure to save some new chinese sweets whenever the wayv members get packages from their familes, and sneak it into aria’s room before the managers can catch her breaking her diet

not really physically affectionate with each other, which played into czennies idea that they didn’t like each other but aria cleared it up in a vlive

“winwinnie and I, well. we don’t hug a lot because i know he doesn’t like it as much as i might, so i try to show him i care with other things :)”

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

winwin and aria going in to each other on knowing brothers, to the point where the mc’s had their eyes popping out of their head and waved about to stop the segment before aria could start attacking winwin’s cooking methods-

nothing is off limits when it comes to them

➣ LUCAS ☾ arihei

besties

please they’re so cute together - tol child next to tini child she barely comes up to his chest :(

bear hugs

he just swamps her in his arms, and when he doesn’t feel like being bent over he picks her up

complains that she’s too heavy but then immediately after will throw her around like a softball

someone tell this man to be careful with her she’s not a barbie doll

singular braincell energy

don’t get it wrong, they’re both super smart

so it’s just - being smort together, but then nearly dying because neither of them remembered that you couldn’t eat raw cookie dough when there are eggs in it

she adores how he’s so confident in the things that he does - like convincing the entire nct fandom that he was fluent in english? king behaviour

so aria looks up to him (literally) but also because she wants to have that confidence some day

lucas says they’re not close and then aria pouts and he takes it all back

nczennies made a 14 minute compilation titled “lucas melting like a popsicle in australia for aria”

and literally what the title tells you, this man goes :(( when he sees her

lucas was actually the person to convince her to go ahead with the [redacted] proposal - and reminded her that it was too good an opportunity to pass up just because she felt like she was outgrowing the boys

he’s so proud of her

and she’s so proud of him

they’re so proud of each other and it makes nczennies want to cry because they never are seen together

sm stop separating the platonic soulmates first markhyuck and now arihei smh

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

during a photoshoot, aria was standing off to the side of the boys, dressed in white suit to contrast the boys’ black ones. the photographer was calling out to her to get her to move closer, but she couldn’t hear him from so far away, and so lucas (who was on the end) just walked over to her, gripped her by the biceps and lifted her vertically and to the left a little bit.

“luc-LUCAS?”

“you had to move :)”

➣ XIAOJUN ☾ arijun

honestly these two aren’t super close, just because their schedules never matched up until the NCT 2020 promotions

even when aria was dragged to the wayv dorms, xiaojun kept his distance from her because he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable

even so, when they were filming Make A Wish together, they seemed comfortable enough around each other

there was a mutual agreement to not try fill the silence with awkward small talk, so they sat in silence when left alone together

they’re both shy :( someone needs to get them to talk to each other :(

even so, aria was all supportive smiles and thumbs-up when she saw him getting nervous before their first public stage as the unit

he was a little intimidated of her at first, but also really curious about how she was holding her own against the other members

not only physically, but her vibes are tiny let the man be concerned ok

his first impression of aria was just: small quiet? she was sitting apart from the other boys in the practice room, and he almost wanted to go over and ask her if she was ok; before she was approached by donghyuck and her face broke into a bright smile

aria’s first impression of xiaojun was: eyebrows he was really handsome? at first, she thought he was in the wrong room, seeing as the SM modeling auditions were happening in the next room down

any arijun shippers are starved of content im so sorry guys

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

currently still up for debate between the fandom :(

➣ HENDERY ☾ aridery

ah these two

you might as well sign a waiver if you decide to do anything with them, because they can and will get you killed

kun can testify

ten’s the enabler but hendery is the do-er

super giggly around each other, for no reason at all

hendery could pick up and throw a basketball and suddenly aria’s on the floor in literal stitches

have a secret code

no seriously

they don’t text in words, they just send various reaction memes and a colourful variety of emojis to convey emotions and scenarios

it’s become quite a beautiful language actually

got some nice proverbs in there

they’re like, cousins but the ones you only see at family reunions but get so hype to see them

that energy

asides from the chaotic, murderous vibes they possess as a duo

hendery knows what it’s like to miss home, to miss your parents, etc etc

and so he tries to make aria feel as home as possible - especially with wayv, because they’re all foreigners who know how she feels

whenever he gets packages from his parents who have sent things over, he always makes sure to keep some of the small treats/sweets back for aria

1. because he knows she’ll appreciate the thought and she gives good hugs

2. because he knows she’s on a diet constantly and never allowed eat these things when she’s in the dorms with managers around

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

filming the Resonance “Wish” event, aria was put in a skimpy minimalistic mock-suit to differentiate from the others’ clothes. unfortunately, that left aria with a little too much shoulder and chest on display than she would like, and she was noticeably uncomfortable with her clothes, constantly pulling it up and even going so far as to just hold it with her hands.

hendery saw this, and knew he was finished filming his segment for the time being, so he pulled off his own jacket and tossed it over to aria, who caught it with a grateful smile. “thank you,” she mouthed to him, tugging the dark blue material over her shoulders.

➣ YANGYANG ☾ ariyang

aria. has 9 days of age on this boy and will never let him forget it

“respect your elders you brat” “9. DAYS.”

european pals

they feel so cultured when they get asked about europe, and then are kindly reminded by hendery that A. Germany started 2 world wars, and B. Ireland was just a British colony until 100 years ago.

they both hit him for that

aria teaching him curse words in irish and yangyang teaching her curse words in german? more likely than you’d think

they met before yangyang’s debut was announced, in a practice room that had let them accidentally overlap their practice times

instead of working it out between them, they actually just started to alternate their songs - and the other gave them some good, constructive criticism

most of the time

when they found out they were going to be in 90s Love together, they were so happy

it was going to be their first official schedule together

all the behind-the-scenes videos are just aria and yangyang being children and then ten coming over and cooing at them

they love ten, but they will trash talk the man behind his back

yangyang confessed to her that he sometimes feels nervous when speaking korean, like he’s going to make a big mistake

so she tries her best to teach and correct him where she can, and make him as comfortable as possible

if you look at any of the 90s Love promotions - aria is always beside yangyang

he bit her ear once

she doesn’t know why and he won’t tell her

but now when she makes fun of him, he threatens to do it again

FAN FAVOURITE MOMENT.

aria skating onto the rink during filming, and yangyang following her because she promised to teach him how to skate backwards.

“ok just, think like you’re leading with your heels. press your knees in, and push outwards, with you-no no that’s forwards. go backwards yangyang.”

“no no no thats a WALL YANGYANG STOP-”

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pianocat939 · 2 years ago

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✧ 100 Follower Event ✧

Introduction:

Thank you for 100 followers! It makes me very proud to see that this many people like my content so as a ‘thank you’ I will do a prompt event.

I’ve seen many other writers use desserts or flowers but I felt that it didn’t fit me as a person or my username. So, I decided Classical music pieces because I didn’t have anything else I could think of that wasn’t...Odd. I was originally going to do animals (questionable I know) but decided that something I am well versed in is better instead of a Capybara themed prompt. (I might do animals in the future though for the funny.)

Instructions:

Listed below are some prompts/scenarios and basically you pick the one you want to choose. (There is no limit for the amount of prompts per ask)

For each prompt there is a piece that corresponds to the sentence(s). You can use the number listed or type out the name of the piece when requesting.

Although this isn’t necessary, I prefer that people put the prompt along with the request because it’s a pain to look back before writing.

Additional Rules/Guidelines:

I accept requests until the end of the event. This doesn’t mean that I won’t write your request if it the event is over. For example, let’s say you request during the last hour of the event. This means I will still write for your request despite it being over by the time I start.

I will try to list all the prompts that have been already done to the characters that have been requested. So I hope we won’t get any doubles, but if we do, I’ll just post the link along with the rest of the request.

Prompt list:

Piano (No I’m not putting Für Elise in here because that piece can be burned from how overplayed it is)

1. Clair de Lune - “Don’t leave me! I’ll be all alone if you leave me behind!”

2. Prelude & Fugue No. 21 in Bb Major - “You think you can run away? Why my feet are much faster than your slow ones.”

3. Waltz in C# Minor - “Don’t be sad, I’m here…Let me take your sorrows away.”

4. Invention (13) in A minor - “My heart bled with pain before, but now it bleeds with my love for you.”

5. Moonlight Sonata - “They don’t mean anything! I’m the only one who can protect you and love you properly!”

6. Rhapsody in Blue - “Let me take you away~ All to myself for eternity.”

7. Fantaisie Impromptu - “I may be crazy, but my love for you is definitely not crazy.”

8. Prelude in E Minor - “I love you so much is hurts. My entire life is ruined, and nothing will be fixed if I don’t have you.”

9. Liebestraum No.3 (Personal favorite of mine) - “My dream is to be yours and for you to be mine.”

10. Gymnopédie No.1 - “Life is simple yet tortuous; such as yours and mine. Say, won’t you join me to make both of our lives less ‘life’?”

11. Grande Valse Brillante (When did Chopin write happy pieces?) - “I didn’t kidnap you, you just seemed lonely so I brought you here to live with me. So you aren’t being kidnapped, rather moving in with your one and only.”

12. Waltz (No.19) in A minor - “I am not a monster! People just don’t understand me!”

Orchestra

13. Overture of 1812 (Ah yes the cannons) - “I only harmed them, not kill them. There’s a big difference.”

14. Aquarium {Carnival of Animals} - “I’ve watched you for so long, I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

(From here on out this is going to be just meme classical music)

15. Carmen Overture - “I swear I didn’t killing anybody! Oh, the body in the fridge? Yeah, um...It’s a frozen pig!” (Fun fact one of the FNAF songs sampled a part of this piece)

16. O Fortuna (I’m running out of good ideas) - “Darling here’s some food! No, no, it’s not drugged I promise!” *Is totally drugged*

17. In the Hall of the Mountain King (I listened to this so much as a little kid) - “You dare enter my throne?! Oh wait...You’re more lovely than I assumed.”

18. William Tell Overture - “My love! Come back! You haven’t given me my daily 12 hours worth of cuddles!”

19. Orpheus in the Underworld - “I promise I didn’t steal anything. Well, except maybe a shirt...And eight other pieces of your clothing.

20. Ode an die Freude - “We’re gonna be so happy together I just know it!”

21. Blue Danube Waltz - “Once we get home, everything is going to be peaceful, got it?”

22. Spring {The Four Seasons} (Look I hate violins but I’m seriously running out of good ideas) - “Stay away from them, or I’ll crumble you to pieces.” *laughs cutely while holding weapon*

23. Lacrimosa - “May eternity intertwine our deaths together.”

24. La Danse Macabre - “You hear that? It seems like someone is outside...” *stalker chilling outside*

(My brain isn’t working at all sorry ;-;)

This ends at 12 AM Aug 17 2022 (MT)

- Celina

#100 followers #prompts #yandere prompts

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lockawayknight · 3 years ago

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[ 💍 ] does your muse have a “type” of people that they prefer to enter relationships with? is their type generally compatible with them, or does the dynamic tend to be toxic? (Cr8) :y

from headcanon memes; comfort character edition [accepting!!]

SMH I SOMEHOW MISSED THIS ONE THANKS TUMBLR ah but yes he 100000% has a type and it is. unfortunately. pretty toxic :,) he likes people who are smarter than him, regal and well-spoken, sarcastic or acerbic or otherwise just assholes. if someone insults his speech, he’s already smitten. someone who can talk circles around him, or holds themselves with a certain air of pompousness and pride, or in general thinks themselves better than creighton in any way, he falls very easily for. it’s all kind of a trauma response, since over time all the people who claimed to love him, whether romantically or otherwise, treated him horridly and belittled him in some way or another, so he just kinda. y’know. learned to associate those things with love and affection. it’s pretty sad but hhh such is the way of things. at least things worked out with pate, who is 100% his type, so i mean hey

ty ty for ask!!💕

#creighton [gen]#hc nonsense #his type is pate lmao #see also: leonhard & straid #he’s literally that ‘sup bitch’ ‘stoppp’ ‘👅 bitch’ ‘😩😩💦💦’ vine fjfnfndkd

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atinykidult · 4 years ago

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The Wind in His Ears — Choi San

[angst w/fluff] [2221 words] — A prompt taken overboard, wherein San loses his heart but finds it again. Disbandment!au, be warned. No tws except for loneliness (and reference of sex, I guess)

[prompt] — Travel!au, strangers to lovers, “That was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

[dedication] — If you like soft or sexy stuff please check out @sanflowerseeds‘s works! They’re phenomenal (and written by an also phenomenal person!) I’m so sorry this took so long! I love you, Nanda, and hope you’re doing well!

[a/n] — This may be my worst fic ever, bc it has gone through so many directional changes. But it’s been a WIP so long, I just wanted it posted haha If you have time, please leave me some notes on what went wrong/right! Thank you for reading!

When Choi San hits his mid-thirties and feels his joints crackle a few decibels too loudly, he knows his body won’t take much more. So when their second round of contract negotiations roll around, his decision has already been made for him.

But when Hongjoong delivers the official group stance, his heart still cracks.

And when they have their final performance, San’s the last one to cry.

Because his tears will last the longest.

The crack in his heart spreads into a veritable canyon in his world.

A scattering wind blows through that empty cavern, pulling Hongjoong to mentoring a new rookie group and Jongho to OST deals. But San gets to stand with Yeosang at his wedding; he grabs coffee with Wooyoung every other week, usually...

So San pretends he’s fine for six months.

After all… Mingi sends memes to the group chat all the time—

And Seonghwa makes sure to Facetime regularly—

San wanders the streets of Seoul, hands stuffed in his pockets, the loud wind in his ears for his only company. At home, whenever he stands up stiffly, there’s only him to laugh at his cracking joints. Well… he laughs at himself, to begin with. Then he doesn’t laugh.

One day, he’s wandering the streets again when he sees it. An ad for a travel agency.

There’s only wind in his ears as he considers it.

“A toast to San!” announces Hongjoong, voice forcibly cheerful. “Who’s going on a world tour!”

Eight glasses are lifted in the air; seven pairs of eyes look incredibly worried.

Someone wraps themselves around San as other voices chime in.

“San, fighting!”

“Let’s gooo!”

“World travel!” someone shouts in English.

San’s heart both heals and breaks again as he looks at his seven friends who dropped everything to wish him well.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he tells them wetly.

Maybe it’s Jongho’s knowing eyes that make him shed the first tear.

Maybe it’s how the others all know how much he’s hurting, and how utterly relieved San feels to be back with these seven other people.

No matter the reason, San cries at this moment, clinging to his former groupmates as they hug him goodbye. There’s promises to text, proclamations of staying up just for video chats. There’s also seven whispers of the same sentiment: I hope this can help you heal.

He meets you in a coffeeshop. Your coffeeshop, actually.

It’s his second visit, and for some reason, it’s one of his favorite places he’s found in his travels. Something about its atmosphere draws him in. The warmth. The way it has nooks where he can sit and people-watch. The way the food tastes nearly perfect every time. The way it’s so empty when he comes in for his breakfast.

The way it’s just a minute’s walk from his hotel.

Correction: It is his favorite establishment he’s found in his grand travel.

Truthfully...

The “grand travel” hasn’t been so grand. He’s jumped around the world a little, going wherever the wind blows, renting a room for however long the wind calms down. Leaving for the next city or town whenever it gets worse.

On good days, he can look around himself and feel his heart stir a little. Because he’s gotten to see some incredible things.

On bad days, he can feel the wind utterly drop. When it does, he’ll look around himself. He’ll wonder if he really wanted to see Canada that one time. Or if he just chose a country 12 hours different from Korea because maybe, just maybe, flipping his clock completely could flip his life around, too.

Today’s one of the better days, actually.

As he hands you his payment, you offer small talk.

Ask about his day.

He tells you he’s fine, that he could be much worse off, truly believing it. (But also believing he could be much better off, too.)

Something in your gaze seems to understand him.

“And how’s your day?” he offers, his pronunciation a little messy.

“It exists,” you reply.

A mirror of him, at heart.

He comes into your coffeeshop the next day and knows it’s just going to be a daily thing until he leaves this city.

That one booth in the back left corner… It has good seats.

As he settles down with the same order he had gotten the last two days, he catches your eye. Smiles with his lips.

And something about that one thing makes him realize.

He hasn’t truly had anything like this in a while. The same food, three days in a row. Someone who’s met his eyes, three days in a row.

It’s another good day.

The howling wind grows just a little quieter.

“Two orders of today’s special and an einspänner?” you ask as he moves to the counter.

His eyebrows furrow. “Oh?”

“You’ve been here three days straight, exact same order,” you smile, “first customer of the day.”

“Ah.” He takes a moment to gather his words, unsure if this was accusatory or just observation. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I can—”

“No! It’s, ah, it’s nice. You’re always very pleasant, to me.” He recalls that first encounter, how you had seemed to understand the weight of his few words. “Are you a tourist? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before this week.”

“You could say so.”

“Any plans for today?”

The wind pushing him around never made plans.

“Not really,” he admits.

“Taking it as you go?”

“You could say so.” He notices how you look at him with a measuring look. One that makes him feel seen, and he hasn’t felt that way for a very long time. But it isn’t an unwelcome feeling. “Do you have any recommendations? On what to do? Things you like?”

You smile bittersweetly. “I have some ideas.”

“Can you tell me a few?” The words come out of San’s mouth without thinking.

At that moment, the door opens with a whoosh, and another customer steps in.

“Tell... tell you what,” you say. “I have an employee coming in in half an hour. If you would like the company, I can give you those suggestions over a second cup of coffee?”

Meeting your eyes, something in him feels like hiding. But something else in him leaps at the offer. “I’m a slow eater. So yes.”

You smile again, a little wider.

His lips, too, twitch upwards of their own volition.

That day, San makes an itinerary for the first time on his trip—and, maybe, a friend.

After a long day of hiking, San collapses on his hotel room bed and feels a stirring of optimism in his chest. The weariness in his bones almost feels familiar. He had collapsed like this many times after concerts or performances.

He stares at the ceiling, consciously wondering for the first time on this trip, if he’s ready to face the wind.

His eyes land on his suitcase.

His hands move to unpack it.

And the wind in his ears, again, gets a little quieter.

As he walked into your coffeeshop the next day, he asks you to sit with him from the get-go.

You peer into his eyes, spotting equal measures of hope and uncertainty, and immediately drop your paperwork. “Of course.”

His conversation is nice; his personality is nicer. (Possibly his skin is nicest, but that’s irrelevant.)

Your conversations continue, and by the tenth day, you’re sharing the thoughts that sometimes scare you. From your worries about disappointing everyone to wondering if your degrees even mattered... you spill it all out. He does the same.

Which is scary, because you’ve only known him for ten days. Seven, really.

Based on the way he’s ducking his head right now, his story hanging in the air sadly, he must feel similarly.

(He hasn’t told anyone about his story, his sad state, since he left Korea. He doesn’t share every detail, but he says enough that both he and the wind in his ears feel very shaken.)

Forty minutes later, he stands to leave, and you hear some joints crack.

“Maybe the chiropractor?”

His smile in response is remorseful.

You stand, too, and feel your neck crack a little.

“Maybe we both can go?”

And the smile is a little less sad.

You have known San for two weeks now, and today, he enters the shop much more confidently than usual. With a shy smile (but genuine, you realize), he shows you pictures of a lake you had directed him to. He had caught it on a good day. As he lets you scroll through the pictures, you find that someone must have taken his picture for him.

You want to say something meaningful as you study the way his skin has grown so golden in these two weeks. The way his smile reaches his eyes.

“You look nice here,” you say simply.

That shy smile turns larger.

You don’t know if this is a bad habit, dropping everything to share breakfast with San every morning. But, what did it hurt anything? After you asked your employees to come in early to cover for you, they agreed too quickly.

Because they are amazing humans, you think.

And because they are ridiculous humans, they smile knowingly at each other as either you or him look at the other for a moment too long.

And, because you both are pathetic, San and you never notice.

By the third week, you wonder why you haven’t exchanged phone numbers.

Naturally, then, you laugh and casually give him your number after he admits getting lost yesterday.

“I know you’re not a damsel in distress or anything, but next time… just call me if you get lost.”

He doesn’t mean to look at you so intently after that, but he does.

You don’t look away.

Swallowing, he wonders if you can see the lingering sadness he feels, the wind still throwing him off balance sometimes. The weight of knowing how worried his hyungs are for him, the fear that he had done something to his body when he was younger, so it was all his fault somehow...

But as your gaze slips to his lips for just a moment, he also wonders if you are seeing what thousands of fans had once seen. Something worthy.

When your gaze moves back to his eyes, and you start talking about nonsense, he knows: You could see it all, and more, even.

San feels something stir in his chest, something warmer and kinder and more enticing than the thrall of dancing to thousands of cheers.

When he finally finds it in himself to say goodbye, he can’t help but ask. “Can I call you when I’m not lost, too?”

Three days after that, San wakes and feels an impossibly strong urge to sing. Just something bright and loud. Something hopeful.

He pictures your coffeeshop and your face.

And he feels himself smiling widely.

Opening his phone, his fingers type faster than the wind:

Heading your way in 10 :)

That weekend, you go drinking together.

You’re both tipsy, sitting in a bar booth with your sides pressed together, and everything comes to head.

You’re both tipsy and warm, filters long lost, when San pours out the rest of the story to you. The side of the story that the wind in his ears usually hid in white noise.

It’s a euphoric story with deafeningly beautiful highs, but also a heartbreaking one with devastatingly ugly lows. But as he pours out the joys of standing on stage, of the laughter-filled, starlit walks back to the dorms, you know it was worth it to him.

And you also come to know, he didn’t choose to quit.

He keeps pouring drinks; keeps pouring out his emotional, earnest soul.

Midway through the night, your dulled head has just enough awareness to realize you are in love with that soul.

And as you have to wave away another glass, you will always hold onto the magnificent moment when he admits: “But I don’t feel sad about any of it when I’m with you.”

The next day, you wake up at your place. San’s lying beside you.

“Morning,” he groans.

If your head and body didn’t hurt so much, that alone would have inspired you to restart last night’s activities.

“Everything hurts,” you groan.

“Same.”

Your legs are slightly brushing each others, but your torsos aren’t touching. It makes you feel sad. Then something in you melts when he shifts his weight closer to you so they are.

“Are”—you yawn—”we going to that… ugh…. waterfall today?”

“Not after last night.” He buries his face against your hair.

“Yeah…” Your head throbs, and you groan again. “That was a very bad idea, 0/10 would not recommend.”

San makes an offended sound in the back of his throat. “The alcohol or the sex?”

Yawning again, you can barely reply. “You know which one.”

He kisses your head and yawns as well. “Let’s do it again sometime.”

“Soon.”

“Soon?”

“But... not right now.”

After yawning together, he chuckles against your hair. “Yeah, sleep... for now.”

As you both close your eyes again, San can only hear two things:

One, the steady rhythm of your breathing.

Two, the soft hum of your ceiling fan.

He falls asleep knowing:

There’s no wind.

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harmonytre · 4 years ago

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Random DP Dream

I had a dream about Danny Phantom. Keep in mind I know very little about it, so please no spoilers. It was supposed to take place in the “first episode” and was a POV dream, meaning I shared a body with Danny. Our thoughts were split into mine, his, and ours. He couldn’t hear my thoughts unless they were close to his and he’d consider it his subconscious or something. This will be in first person. Danny’s thoughts will be in italics and mine in bold. Both will be in both and thoughts after the story will be in (parentheses).

Anyway, it started off in my house, arguing with my older and younger sister. They were both daring me to dye my hair white. I lost a bet at some point, so I HAD to, but we were deciding what type of white.

Our dad and some of the scientists came in and said it was time. We rushed to get ready to go to the lab in the basement, and our mom was late. While we were waiting, my dad lectured me on types of ghosts, from yokai, phantoms, banshees, etc. I looked at the diagram in my hands as he said something about “the ones in the middle are like snake people.” They were sorted by height and included whether they could interact with living beings.

I spotted Doraemon closer to the right and on the left were taller ghosts called Guardians. Dad explained about them being rare legends who protect other ghosts. I recognized one as one of the scientists in the room, based on “previews” of the show. At least, in the dream. There was also something to the left of the snake people that would prove important. I think they were called Thaglamites? Oh cool.

Our mom finally arrived, so I got ready. They strapped me to a chair. Everyone including my siblings would simply watch. I volunteered for this. Based on a comic on tumblr, I also expected to try fixing a broken panel and meeting the Grim Reaper, but neither of those happened.

The chair entered the machine on a conveyor belt. I waited a few seconds, then screamed out in pain with a bright light. The next part was pretty trippy. There were lots of flashing lights and images and sounds. Why would they put that in a kids show? Reminds me of the banned Porygon episode of Pokemon. At one point, there were people that looked like a photo turned on Difference and Divide, or similar to the “still a piece of garbage” meme. (Also, the song “Seasons of Love” got stuck in my head during this scene and by the time I woke up.)

Eventually, we stopped in a hallway like thing, with quartz columns and a red carpet. We were blocked off by things you see in banks, but more regal with golden stands and red material. (Yes, I mean we. This was the one part of the dream I saw Danny separate from I. Almost as if it was an out-of-body experience eyyyyyyy. I don’t know if Danny also experienced it. I did.)

All of the people in the line, including Danny were brightly glowing. Some were sad, some angry, some content. I started shouting. “I’m not supposed to be here! It’s not my time! I can’t be dead!”

“Why, kid?” Says a middle-aged man. “Because you’re younger? Grow up. You’re dead, deal with it.”

“No, because I still have things to do.” (Danny then listed things I would not know, as they are part of HIS life, but I will try to remember.) Besides, I knew it was not true, because there wouldn’t be a show if Danny straight up died in the first episode. “I have to go to school. I have to take care of my little sister. I have to be there for my family!” Suddenly, he popped out of view. Just simply gone.

I stayed behind a little longer and saw some people’s reactions. “So, we just say important stuff we still have to do?” And they started shouting. None were successful.

I finally joined Danny’s POV again. I was outside the school. My family was unpacking from the SUV. My parents were teachers and it was the first day of school for the others. They were all sad. I knew why, but Danny had yet to figure it out. I was happy I was alive again. I tried to speak with them, but they never heard. They spoke softly about Danny, but they needed to go to school. (Either they weren’t allowed enough time to grieve the loss of a family member, or this was at least a few weeks later. But school was supposed to start a few days after I left. Ah, the first then. Or they want to make sure they get signed up for classes early. My family’s like that. Oh, okay.)

I was sad and cried against a neighboring car. My appearance was the same in the car mirror? Yet, I was nonexistent. I followed my family inside, hoping to find something somewhere to help. Our school consisted mostly of humans, but had the occasional monster too. (Including other fandoms apparently.) Still, no one could see me.

But, someone did. Or at least I thought so. And it was the one group of people I DIDN’T want seeing me. My bullies. They chased me through the school, to the confused faces of others. A flower popped out of the floor. “Hi, I’m Flowey the flower-AUGH!” One of the bullies nearly trampled him. (This is what I meant by other fandoms, but it’s the only one I recognized. What about the yokai one? Shush! I saw an episode of that years ago.)

I tripped and it hurt. I hopped on a table, then realized. They couldn’t actually see me, just things I move or affect. Although no one could feel me, I could move objects. They didn’t even know it was me! Yeah, they’re the type to randomly fight air. Yet, somehow, their punches still stung. I hung to the ceiling and stayed still. They slowly went away, huffing. I sighed and dropped to the ground. I couldn’t even pass through objects. Lame. (And your puny strength was still the same. That hurt our arms. Shut up.) I leaned against the table, contemplative.

A teacher called out names from the doorway to the gym. One name caught my attention. “Danny Fenton?” My head flew up. He was staring directly at me. I looked around me, as if he was calling someone else. “Yes, you Danny. Come on in.” I walked in, extremely confused, yet a little excited that someone saw me! But is it dangerous? I’ll find out, I guess.

There was a rectangle table set up on one side of the gym. There were six people already seated. One of my friends, Sam, gestured to me to sit in between her and another girl. (I had to look up Sam’s name. Yeah, because you haven’t even watched the show. You’re probably writing me out of character too. Yeah probably.) Sam looked smug. The teacher spoke up as he stood on the opposite side of the table.

“Welcome, fellow Thaglamites.” I thought back to the diagram before. They were invisible to the human eye, but could interact with objects. Yep, fit the description. But why was Sam here? I saw her often, so I could definitely see her? Did she die recently?

As I was on the edge of waking up, the rest blurred. So all I can remember is the other girl flirting with me which I was uncomfortable with, the Guardian scientist I knew being a guest speaker, finding out there were multiple ways to become a Thaglamite (so Sam DIDN’T die), and learning Thaglamites COULD be seen after some practice (Sam was one for years).

Anyway, this was fun to write and probably very far off from the actual episode. I should get around to watching it someday asdfghjkl. (Also, I now realize Doraemon is not a yokai. He’s a time travelling cat.)

#dream #writing #Danny Phantom #Flowey #Doraemon?#this was fun to write lol #HarmonyTRE

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years ago

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summertime sadness .6.

overtime

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (oral, masturbation)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only. I know they aren’t super dark, but like questionable so I’m keeping those tags just to be safe.

Summary: Your new duties start to mount.

Note: Thanks once again for all the support on this series :) We’re going to go well over six parts if that isn’t obvious. Estimate is 10 but no promises. Things are heating up though and I can’t wait to continue. That being said, I got some rl work to do so might be a delay in parts. Thank you!💋

<3 Let me know what you think in a reblog, reply, or like. I’m loving the feedback from y'all and the enthusiasm! Also as always, memes accepted.

💋💋💋

You watched glumly as the desks emptied out one by one. Stacey was always one of the last to go. She gave a cheery farewell as she grabbed her bubblegum pink purse and headed out the door. You waved at her and swallowed down your fear. Those still at their desks took her departure as a cue. They left soon after.

The office was eerie without the sound of keyboards and hushed chatter, the odd giggle or buzz of a phone. You sensed the change behind you and swiveled back to the face the ominous doorway. He was there. It was as if he knew. You were all alone know. No buffer, no witnesses.

“You almost caught up, darling?” He crossed his arms.

“I… Yeah.” You answered weakly. You knew he didn’t care about your work.

“Good,” He stood straight and stepped outside his office. “Why don’t you come here and we can go over your… work?”

You nodded and pushed yourself to your feet. Your legs felt like jello. You could still feel his hand on your thigh, on your pussy. It never quite went away but it wasn’t like Steve or Bucky. It was a touch that left you worn out and repulsed. You stepped around your desk and he turned his palm out.

“Ah,” He pointed to the floor. “Crawl to me, darling.”

Your heart dropped and you looked down at your feet. You unsteadily lowered yourself to your knees and pulled your skirt from under your knees. You bent forward and planted your hands on the floor. You took a deep breath and lifted your head. He watched you with his usual boastful smirk.

What were you doing? You cringed as you started across the floor. You were on all floors like a baby; an animal. And for what? Because you were stupid enough to fuck your professor. You imagined how he’d laughed if he found out you were also messing with your best friend’s father. Oh, he’d surely get a kick out of that.

As you neared him, he hummed in approval. He stepped around you and bent to slap your ass. “Go on,” He urged.

You crawled into his office and he followed. As you stopped inside, he closed the door with his foot. You were shocked as he tugged your skirt up and exposed your ass. You sat back as you tried to hide your bare flesh. He laughed and rounded you. He squatted and looked you in the eye as you sat back on your heels.

“I want you to tell me what you did that day.” He said.

“What do you--”

“After the bookshop. I know you fucked him.” He reached out and touched your cheek before he stood. “Stay like that and tell me how.”

“I-I can’t--” You stuttered.

“Start with where.” He sat in his chair and it squeaked as he leaned back.

“Uh, we went to my apartment and--” You looked down as your eyes burned. “I don’t know.”

“Sure you do. Tell me.” His zipper softly descended in as he spoke. “Were you on top?”

“I-- It was against my desk. I was sitting on it,” You said quietly. “I had my legs around him as he...entered me and I hugged him to me. It was fast. Hard.”

“Mmhmm,” He purred. “And… did you cum?”

“Yes.” You answered softly.

“Were you loud?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“And that was the only time that night?”

“No. About an hour later, we fucked on the bed.” You confessed.

“How?” He groaned.

“From behind. He likes it like that.” You sucked in your breath as your head swam. “Please…”

“Come here.” He said. “Stay down there.”

You dropped back onto your hands and crawled around his desk. He was stroking himself as you approached. You stopped and stared up at him. You tried not to see his hand moving up and down at the bottom of your vision.

“Get undressed.” He ordered.

You shivered and pushed your blazer back on your shoulders. You tossed it aside and pulled your blouse over your head. Then you unzipped your skirt and kicked off your wedged shoes. Your hands were clumsy as you unhooked your bra and you couldn’t look at anything but the floor.

“I can’t blame him,” He said. “You’ve got that innocent school girl thing going on. But you’re not so innocent, are you?”

“No,” You forced out.

“I want you to use your mouth, my dear.” He rasped.

You sniffed and nodded as you gathered your wits. You lifted your head and got up on your knees. You neared him as he spread his legs and you touched his thighs. His cock was pale and long. Not as thick as Steve or Bucky but nothing close to small. He withdrew his hand and you replaced it with yours.

“I said your mouth,” He warned. “Hands…” He grabbed your hands and put them palm down on his thighs. “Down.”

You pressed your hands down to assure him of your obedience. He grabbed his dick and angled it towards your mouth. You parted your lips and slipped them over his tip. He moaned as you pushed your tongue along his flesh. You took as much as you could and more. You struggled not to gag as you forced him down your throat.

“You are gifted indeed,” He snarled. “Fuck.”

His hands held your head as he began to guide you up and down. The sloppy sounds of your sucking bounced off the walls and filled your ears. He shuddered as he urged you faster. You choked and he pulled you off him all at once.

“Closer.” He grabbed your shoulder and rolled his chair forward. He took your hands and pushed them to your tits. “Like that.”

You held your tits together and he pushed his cock between them. His tip poked out above your cleavage as he slid to the edge of his chair. He rocked the chair as he fucked your tits and your stomach churned.

“Lick it.” He ordered.

As his tip came up, you bent your head and stuck out your tongue to flick across it. He inhaled sharply and continued on, each time you did so, he delighted in it. He gave you no warning before he came. His cum shot up across your face as he gripped your shoulders. It dripped down your nose and lips and along your chin. When he finished, he released you and sat back on his chair.

“Whew,” He breathed as he looked at you. “Clean yourself up, darling.”

You stood and reached for the box of kleenex on his desk. He caught your wrist and pulled you back. “No, not like that. Like you did at lunch.”

You scowled as he let you go. You slowly wiped his cum away from your nose and lips and shoved it in your mouth. You almost wretched as you licked up the salty, sticky mess. Then you scooped up that along your chin and forced yourself to swallow. He watched and his own tongue poked out between his teeth.

“My dear, you do impress me,” He said. “Go on. Get dressed. Go home.” He made no move to put his cock away, instead carelessly playing with it as it grew flaccid. “Rest up for tomorrow.”

💋

Tuesday and Wednesday ended much the same. You hid at your desk until the office emptied out and then Loki called you to his office. He stood in his doorway until you crossed to him; the usual taunting words. And you left with the taste of his cum in your mouth and the stickiness across your chest. The stain had seeped into your soul.

Thursday was different. Something had changed. Something was amiss. You saw Loki twice; at the morning meeting and again after lunch as he stormed out of his office. He strode out with his briefcase in one hand and his phone to his ear. His voice was angry as he passed you. You caught only a snippet of his ire as his eyes flicked briefly to meet your curious gaze.

“No, no. I’m leaving work now-- Thor. This is the last time.” He sighed as he swept past and you watched him go.

For the rest of the day, you were as distracted by absence you had been his presence. There were titters around the office of what had riled him so. It was well known the editor had a rocky relationship with his brother, Thor. Their father was a CEO in London and had raised two sons with ambitions as great as his own; though it was barely a secret that he preferred one over the other.

As the hour rolled around, you hesitated to pack up. Surely if he meant to return, he would’ve by now. You shut down your computer and slid your notebook into your bag. Your phone vibrated on your desk before you could grab it and you flipped it over. A message from a private number.

‘Zelda’s, 7pm. Wear a dress. No panties.’

It wasn’t hard to guess its source. Your stomach sank and you touched your hot neck. He wanted to meet you outside work. Whatever had kept him so long, certainly couldn’t have improved his mood either. You typed up your confirmation and your phone buzzed again. Another text from Steve. You dropped it in your bag and rolled your chair against your desk.

You stared at your closet for an hour before you found the strength to change. After a Google search, you felt entirely unprepared for the upscale bar. More so for the man who waited for you there. You chose the black dress you’d bought for a night out with Kylie. Tight but not revealing. It was the only piece you had that wasn’t too girlish for the venue.

Your uber was quick. You cursed the unusual expediency of New York traffic. You stepped out and stared up at the tall tinted windows of Zelda’s. You suspected a single cocktail would be worth at least a couple hours’ work. You fixed your purse on your shoulder and entered.

You spotted Loki along the bar. His green eyes were quick to find you. The din stifled the ringing in your ears as you crossed to him. He patted the stool next to his and waited for you to climb up.

“Hmm,” His fingers walked along your knee. “You haven’t anything shorter?”

You shook your head as he gestured to the bartender. He pushed his glass across the bar and glanced at you. “She’ll have a class of blanc,” He said coolly, “Top shelf.”

Your drinks appeared quickly and you frowned as he slid the wine glass over to you. “I’m still underage.” You whispered.

“I suspect that’s not stopped you before, darling,” He smirked. “Trust me, the wine is much preferable than any of that swill you chug at those frat house keggers.”

You took the glass and sipped. He watched, his green eyes swirled with menace. His jaw ticked, a remnant of his anger lingered in his posture.

“I did regret having to leave so early today but… I would not let such an inconvenience ruin my plans.” He rested his hand on your knee, just below your skirt. “Our plans.”

You nearly choked and made to set down your glass. He pressed his palm to the bottom of the stem and stopped you. You froze and blinked at him as he shoved your skirt up just an inch.

“I suggest you finish that,” He said. “And another might be in order. My dear, you look ready to faint.”

You inhaled sharply and drained the glass. This time he let you set it on the bar and he motioned for a refill. The bartender was just as diligent. Loki’s hand slipped but only to drag yours up to your knee. He squeezed your hand beneath his and leaned in.

“It’s your turn.” He breathed. “I had my fun in that little bistro.” He pushed your hand down between your legs and your skirt rode up higher. “We’re not leaving until you cum.”

“I can’t--”

“Don’t make a fuss and no one will even know,” He purred as he leaned in. “People come here to drink. To forget. Not to worry about others.”

You sat straight, stunned. Your hand shook between your legs as he drew away. He leaned one arm on the bar and took a drink of the dark liquor on ice. The clink sent a shiver down your spine and you braced yourself as you slowly moved your fingers along your thigh. As he requested, rather ordered, you’d left your panties at home.

You brushed along your cunt and stopped. Your eyes widened and he tilted his head as he stared at your lap, your skirt bunched around your wrist. He took your wine glass and offered it. You took it with your free hand and gulped until it was half gone. He replaced it on the bar and nodded.

“Mr. Laufeyson…” You pleaded.

“Sir,” He corrected.

“Please… sir.”

“The sooner you start, the sooner you… finish.” He said. “You’re already wet, aren’t you?”

You winced. He knew that your core started burning the moment he’d touched you. That even though you didn’t want it, he riled you. That though you resisted, your body surrendered.

You took another deep breath and pushed your fingers between your folds. You circled your clit until that familiar tickle began to mount. You bit your lip and pressed firmly against your bud. Your hand moved without thought. Every flick, every swirl was instinctual.

Your mind hazed as the voices and strangers around you formed a fog. The man who sat before you changed to. For a second, a single second, his hair lightened to gold and his eyes flowed blue like the sea. And then he darkened, a thick brown beard and square jaw.

But as you came, your vision cleared and it was Loki again. Victorious. Boastful. Your body twitched as you sucked in your lip and swallowed back the moan. You lowered your head and your hand slipped down your leg. He snickered.

He reached for your hand and lifted it so that your fingers glistened in the low light of the bar. He brought them to his lips and sucked on them. You whimpered and he set your hand down in your lap.

“Finish your wine, darling,” He purred. “Our night has just begun.”

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igirisuhito · 4 years ago

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Title: We’re not in a position to be loved Relationship(s): Shuichi Saihara/Ouma Kokichi Rating: Mature Summary: Numerous prompts sentence writing meme from Tumblr, except I have no idea how to be brief. Exploring the dynamics with Oumasai, mostly during strange encounters after trials. They have very mixed feelings about eachother Trigger Warnings: Brief mention of power dynamic imbalance

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Angst

Knowing that it was Kokichi's body in there seemed so much more painful than if it had been Kaito. He died as he lived, confusing, lying, leaving everybody with a burning hatred.

Shuichi bit at the insides of his cheeks to quell the tears building up in his eyes. It wasn't fair, he deserved at least some closure on Kokichi's actions.

Nobody deserved such a painful death, not even him.

AU (in which Kokichi wasn't given the memories he was meant to be nor was his mind wiped)

Click

"W-why did you lock the door?"

"Hush Shuichi.” Kokichi spoke quickly, spinning around and poking Shuichi hard in the chest. “Now tell me, you're suspicious of your 'Ultimate Detective' status, right?"

He flinched, surprised by the sudden touch. "...Do you want me to hush or answer the question?"

Kokichi pouted dramatically. "THE QUESTION!!"

"Okay um… I guess? Like, I only solved a single case..."

"Right! But you don't remember how you got here?"

"N-no I don't..."

Groaning loudly, Kokichi’s hands threaded into his hair as he began to ruffle it angrily. "Fuck me, this sucks!"

Shuichi watched the other boy closely as he continued his temper tantrum, angrily stomping across the room and beginning to shuffle through the mounds of paraphernalia in his room. There was evidence from the two previous trials, a whiteboard, large stacks of paper and other… things.

"Aha!" He yelled excitedly as he pulled out a brightly coloured tablet from underneath some stuff stolen from the warehouse. He slapped the device into Shuichi's hands aggressively.

In his shock, Shuichi blinked a few times. "Is this a kubs pad...?"

"Yes." Kokichi nodded once.

"So this is..."

"My motive video, yes."

"I don't think we should-"

Before Shuichi had even finished his sentence, Kokichi had leaned over his shoulder and tapped the screen, bringing the video to life.

"Alright! Back by popular demand, it's time for the motive video! Who's the most important person in *your* life? And now, without further ado…

Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Supreme Leader…

He caused mayhem the world over as the leader of the secret organisation, D.I.C.E. And by 'mayhem,' I mean petty nonviolent crimes and harmless pranks.

Anyway, Kokichi had ten loyal goons working for him. These goons were like friends and family… The most important people in his life…"

"See all these guys? I don't know any of 'em! I didn't run some secret organisation, I used to just harass stupid idiots on the internet!" Kokichi muttered away, words spat with frustration as he yanked the tablet from Shuichi's hands. "I don't have those memories like the rest of you do!"

"So you're…not the Ultimate Supreme Leader?"

"No! That's what I'm saying!"

"Then why do you act like that…?"

"Well I'm sure if the mastermind realised I knew they'd kill me in a heartbeat!" With a sigh, Kokichi threw himself onto his bed. "Jesus what kind of guy does awful things and then follows it up with 'That's just what an Ultimate Supreme Leader does!'? I was dropping hints to you the whole time! You really aren't an Ultimate Detective, huh?"

Shuichi didn't know what to say. He simply stood there, mouth hanging agape as he watched the boy spill his secrets.

A scary realisation gripped at his heart, and he twisted his head around to look to the corner of the room. "B-But what about-"

"I busted all the cameras in the room the night we got here.” Kokichi muttered casually, crossing one leg over the other and twirling a strand of hair in his hand. “Doesn't seem like Monokuma's noticed yet."

Right right. That's logical. Shuichi took a moment to process the new information in his mind.

"So this, our memories, our talents, everything. It's all fake?" He brought his hand to his mouth, mumbling to words behind his fingers. "What Kaede died for… isn't even real?"

"Right on bucko!” A snigger slipped past Kokichi’s lips as he grinned bitterly. “This shit's all fabricated by somebody who was dumb enough to forget to plant those fake memories in my brain and wipe the real ones!"

Shuichi's chest tightened. He could feel some sinking feeling in his gut, twisting and winding its way up to strangle his windpipe, threatening to make him break down in tears right there. He swallowed the feeling down, transforming his sadness into a burning anger. "W-why didn't you say something earlier… before everybody died?"

"Again, I didn't want to inform the mastermind. The only people trustworthy enough were Rantaro and maaaybee you. I really just took a punt when it came to telling you, which was pretty risky especially since it was your girlfriend who clocked the only person I could trust." Kokichi sighed again, glancing up at the ceiling.

Biting hard into his lip, Shuichi found himself running out of words to say that didn't involve screaming at the boy. "So, what now then?"

Kokichi smiled sadly. "I don't know. I really don't know. "

Crack

"Focus focus… what turned the handle of the sliding lock?"

Shuichi muttered to himself as he pressed his foot down on the accelerator, speeding up in preparation of hitting the wOuman representing the correct answer.

He had driven this taxi quite a few times now and was getting used to it. The neon lights, the oversaturated sunset, those massive billboards.

Thunk

Ah, yes the killer used the Katana…

As he was headed out of the city, he began to realise that he really couldn't tell what was on those billboards. Driving at 100km/h makes it hard to see anything but the road ahead.

He lifted his foot from the pedal slightly, allowing himself to get a better look at whatever nonsense was being displayed there.

Above Shuichi was a large picture of Kokichi Ouma, dressed not in his usual 'attire' if you can even call it that, but rather a frilly pink apron.

A frilly pink apron and nothing else.

Shuichi floored it. Ignoring the sensation of his heart beating out of his chest.

"No wonder I'm meant to drive so fast… gay thoughts can't travel at such high speeds…"

Future

"Heeeey Shuichi! You're lookin pretty depressive."

Shuichi ignored the teasing voice.

"Heeeeeeeey." Kokichi plopped himself down on the desk where Shuichi had been working, making it impossible for him to focus on the work in front of him and ignore the boy.

Shuichi sat back in his chair, remaining completely silent.

"Why are you ignoring me? I thought you loved me, Shu?"

Gritting his teeth, Shuichi slapped his hands over his ears. A mixture of rage and sadness boiled up inside his chest causing tears to prick at the corners of his eyes.

"Shut up! SHUT UP! YOU'RE DEAD!"

He shook his head aggressively. When he finally opened his eyes again, Kokichi was no longer there to start back at him sadly, like he were something pathetic.

First time

A sight Shuichi had never expected to see greeted him upon entering the classroom.

A shorter man with purple hair and a strange white getup had a robotic looking boy pinned down against a desk, their hips pressed closely together. Just what had he walked in on?

"So you do have a dick?" The shorter boy grinned mischievously

"Yes-! No-!” The robotic boy refuted, struggling to push the other off “Please just let go of me!"

The purple haired boy seemed to become aware of Shuichi's presence in the room. He twisted his head around in a creepy owl-like way to glance at him, before letting go of the robot boy with a big grin.

"Well hello there! I don't believe we've met!" The boy scurried over to Shuichi, grabbing his hand and giving it a firm, quick shake. "Kokichi Ouma, Ultimate Supreme Leader! It's lovely to make your acquaintance."

Shuichi stepped back a little, surprised by the sudden change in personality. "Oh, um… Shuichi Saihara.... Ultimate Detective."

Kokichi’s expression changed suddenly, leaving him looking rather surprised. "Oh? A detective? I'm sure we're not going to get along, but I look forward to seeing more of you!"

"R-right..." Shuichi stammered, mind still reeling from the quick succession of events.

Humour

This scene was one Shuichi had… not been expecting.

He wanted to have a more extensive look around his lab, especially with what sort of dangerous stuff was in there. Maybe find a way to lock all that poison away so nobody could access it?

But his plans had come to a halt. There was something wrapped up in a blanket sitting in front of the fireplace.

Somebody was in his lab.

Shuichi stepped into the room quietly, it seemed whoever was there hadn't noticed his presence. Thank god they'd left the door slightly ajar…

He picked up the sand timer from the coffee table. It was quite weighty and could definitely do some damage if struck with a strong enough force. Gripping the metal tightly, he began to lightly stalk his way over, careful to not startle the intruder as he made his way closer.

The detective's heart was racing. Who would even be in his lab? Surely nobody was stupid enough to stir trou-

…

It's Kokichi, isn't it?

This only made things worse. Should he be scared or angry? Was Kokichi going to attack him? Did Kokichi already know he was there? Did he plan to try and poison somebody?!

Possibilities were beginning to pile up in Shuichi's mind, exacerbating his anxiety. Panic was beginning to set in as the boy raised the sand timer above his head, fully prepared to strike.

Snooore

Shuichi froze. Was Kokichi…asleep?

He lowered the sandtimer, still keeping a firm grip as he crept closer to the fireplace in order to get a better look at Kokichi.

His suspicions were confirmed. The boy was sat cross legged in front of the fire with a book in his lap. Drool was leaking from his open mouth as he snored softly away, completely oblivious to the blood dripping down his forehead.

Ehh?! Blood?!

Shuichi gasped loudly, perhaps a little too loud as Kokichi startled awake.

The Supreme Leader glanced towards Shuichi, then to the object in his hand. "Oh, Shuichi! Finally come to beat my head in huh? I'm surprised it took ya this long!"

Fluff (continuation of humour)

"Wh-what?! No!" Shuichi stood with his mouth hanging open for a moment before tossing the sandtimer aside. "Wh-why are you in my lab?"

"Huh? Isn't it obvious?"

"...reading?"

Kokichi sighed, flexing his fingers in an odd yet overwhelmingly gay gesture. "No, are you stupid? Geez, I thought you cared about me."

Before Shuichi could question what he was rambling on about, Kokichi wiped a little bit of blood away from his eyebrow.

"Oh, right. Did the wound re-open?" Kneeling down next to him, Shuichi eyed the rivulets of blood shining on his forehead. They were beginning to dry and flake, but the wound still looked wet.

"Mm, yeah, it's not a big deal though. I wanted to see if there was any medicine in here that would help the blood clot faster, but alas, only poison. I mean, what kind of fake school is this if it doesn't have a nurses office?" Kokichi murmured the last sentence barely loud enough for the other to hear.

"Sorry, I think there's a first aid kit in here though.” Rising to his feet, Shuichi walked over to the poison’s cupboard, beginning to search the room starting with where he was pretty sure he last saw it. “Let me have a look."

Kokichi went to object, but swallowed it before he could get the words out. He was pretty sure if he tried to stand up again, he would go down like a sack of bricks.

"Ah! Here it is." Shuichi exclaimed, perhaps a little too excited with his successful search. He picked up the small box, scurrying over to where Kokichi sat before kneeling down in front of him. The box was opened with a click, and Shuichi opened the lid. Inside were numerous bandaids, gauzes, swabs, etc. It was a pretty standard kit, which was surprising, considering the fact it were surrounded by poisons.

He reached for the bottle of alcohol, something to help clean the wound to prevent possible infection. Kokichi seemed like the type to be negligent with a wound, so of course he had to do it for him. He then grabbed a small cotton gauze, placing it to the side as he twisted open the lid of the bottle.

Kokichi observed closely as he placed the gauze over the lid, tipping the bottle upside down so the alcohol soaked into the gauze. He was surprised but just how experienced Shuichi seemed to be with this kind of thing.

“Wow Shuichi, you seem to be a reeeeal expert at this stuff! Maybe they should re-title you ‘Ultimate Nurse!’” He mocked, laughing a little as Shuichi glared up at him.

“Basic First-Aid training is a requirement for being out in the field.” Shuichi muttered, putting the bottle down and raising the gauze to Kokichi’s head. “This will sting a little.”

He thread his hand into the purple bangs, pulling them back to get a clear access to the wound. Shuichi had no qualms with hurting Kokichi, however, as he was not very gentle as he wiped the gauze over the gash in his head.

Kokichi squirmed in pain, gripping the blanket tightly in his hands as he whined. “Ow ow ow ow!! Stop it Shu!!!”

A warmth was rising in his cheeks, probably all that blood returning to his head. Shuichi’s fingers were cold against this scalp, it was embarrassing, humiliating. Why did he have to baby him like this? Especially when he had been so adamant about rejecting Kokichi in the past.

“It doesn’t hurt that much, you’re being a baby.”

“You’re so mean Shuichi.” Sticking out his bottom lip, Kokichi pouted dramatically.

Shuichi did take the effort to make his touches a little more gentle, only because he didn’t want to listen to Kokichi’s whines, of course.

When all the dried blood had been cleaned off, he tossed the bloodied gauze into the trash can. He scrounged around in the box a little, seeking an appropriately sized bandage that he wouldn't have to cut down. When he found one, he held it up, checking to see if it fit.

For a second, Shuichi found himself staring. Kokichi looked nice with his hair up, showing off those pretty purple eyes and surprisingly dark lashes.

Then he reminded himself of the awful things Kokichi had done. Throwing Gonta under the bus, laughing in the face of his death.

Shuichi pressed the bandage to Kokichi’s forehead, sticking it carefully over the wound. “Even though I helped you, I don’t forgive you. I need you to know that I still think you’re a terrible person, Kokichi.”

Kokichi’s heart sank a little. “Nobody asked you to! I don’t want your forgiveness.”

He slapped Shuichi’s hand away, rising to his feet quickly. He blinked back the lightheadedness, steadying himself before walking to the door.

With a shaking hand, he opened the door. He opened it halfway, before pausing.

“...Thank you.”

The door slammed behind him, leaving Shuichi alone in the room, surrounded by First-Aid equipment.

Hurt/Comfort

The doorbell rang, the sound reverberating around Shuichi's tiny room. It was probably Kaito finally coming for training tonight.

Though… Shuichi glanced up at the clock quickly. It was kind of late for that…

With a sigh, he got up from his bed, springs creaking beneath his shifting weight.

He opened the door, only to find an empty corridor with nobody there. Strange… who on earth would have the audacity to play a prank after such a horrific trial? It could only be one person.

"Kokichi…?"

A soft gasp could be heard from down the hall. Shuichi leaned out of the doorway, spying Kokichi awkwardly escaping down the stairs.

"Haha!" He laughed. "Guess who just got ding-dong-ditched! As if I'd be coming to seek advice from you so late at night!"

Shuichi narrowed his eyes, preparing to growl out an insult to Kokichi, something about being so insensitive after three people had died. He hesitated, however, upon noticing the watery gleam in those purple eyes.

The detective sighed and held his door open with one hand. "Come in, Kokichi."

Kokichi's mouth gaped at the sudden invitation. He wasn't going to let it pass, and dashed towards Shuichi before throwing his arms around the boy's waist and squeezing him tightly.

"I… don't want to do this anymore..." Kokichi mumbled, burying his face into Shuichi's shirt.

The other boy flinched at the sudden touch, something that was incredibly out of character for Kokichi. There seemed to be no threat, though, so he dropped his guard with a sigh.

Shuichi carefully placed a hand on Kokichi's head, petting him gently. "I know..."

Smut

"Ohh! Who would have thought that you were skilled in more areas than investigating? Isn't this a little illegal though? Sticking your dick in a suspect?"

'Is anything technically illegal if it's a dream?' Shuichi wondered as he stepped one leg at a time out of his slacks.

"Hey! Keep on the task at hand, pretty boy." Kokichi snapped, clicking his fingers in front of Shuichi's face.

"A-ah right. Sorry..."

Unresolved Sexual Tension

"So when faced with a problem you don't understand, you resort to violence, Shuichi? You're such a brute, just like Kaito."

"Shut up! There's just no logic with you! Why do you even keep doing this?!"

Kokichi refused to break eye contact for even a second. The boy pressing him against the wall dug his fingers even harder into his shoulders, stabbing into the skin below painfully.

"Do you feel nothing?! Isn't there even a single shred of empathy left in you?!"

"Shuichi." Kokichi smirked. "It's been incredibly cute watching you play detective, but unfortunately I don't think your blind luck will help you any longer."

The shorter boy shoved Shuichi off with a strength he hadn't shown before, leaving the detective stunned and a little shaken.

As Kokichi walked back to the trial room's elevator, Shuichi caught himself staring in awe.

"...cute?"

#Ficgiri #Oumasai #Omasai #Danganrona #Danganronpa v3 #Kokichi Oma #Kokichi Ouma #Dr #Drv3 #Shuichi Saihara #Fanfiction

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jinfluffychan · 4 years ago

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The impostors (Kihyun x You) One-shot

Summary: Kihyun and you are in a spaceship with the others members... But, maybe, the things are starting to get a little bit out of control when murders and sabotages start happening...

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader

Genre: fluff, among us au, funny, meme, it’s among us lol

Word count: 1.254

Note: Yes, this is the Among Us imagine I talked you about😌

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I was running as fast as I could while I heard someone's steps following mine.

I entered a room and sat in a corner to catch my breath, my breath was agitated not only for the run, but also from what I had just done.

The steps that followed mines stopped and the person appeared in the door threshold.

The tall and handsome figure approached me, kneeling to see me better.

–Did anyone see you? –he asked softly–

–I don't think so... They would have already reported if that was the case –I saw him and smiled– –That's my girl –he unit his forehead with mine– –We need to keep moving, let's get rid of all of them –a special sparkle appeared in his eyes, he smiled and kissed me–

I put my hands in his arms enjoying the moment.

–Lovebirds! –a voice behind him said– Stop that! We need to keep doing missions! –the voice entered the room while Kihyun separated softly– –All right, all right –Kihyun said releasing me with a smile– I just wanted to have a moment with my girl –Well... Cut it off! There's a traitor between us! Go back to work! –Hyungwon said mad, he saw me on the floor and raised an eyebrow– Move, I want to do my mission. –I'm going to continue doing mines –I said getting up and getting out of the room–

As I left I heard a neck getting cracked and then the sound of a vent opening and closing, I smiled and ran.

A few moments later an alarm sounded, indicating that we needed to go to the meeting room to discuss something.

"I hope they haven't seen anything..." I thought while walking to the room.

When I arrived everyone was there, except Changkyun and Hyungwon.

–Where are Changkyun and Hyungwon? –I asked innocently– –They're dead. –Minhyuk said mad– Hyungwon was in the communications room. I don't know where Changkyun is. –Okay, where was everyone? –Kihyun asked calmly– –I was in the navigation room –I said calmly– –I was in the oxygen room, and I saw her working on something... –Shownu said– But it took you more time that it usually is –he saw me with a serious expression– –I don't know what you're talking about, I was just trying to repair it. –I said calmly– –I was in the security room –Kihyun said drawing the attention to him– I was watching the cameras and I didn't find anything suspicious...

We stayed in silence for a moment.

–Wonho's too quiet. –I said looking at him– Something you want to add? –I was on the medbay... I scanned myself –he nodded– –Somebody saw it? –Jooheon asked and Wonho stayed in silence for a moment– –Changkyun... –he whispered– –The dead body that nobody knows where he is. –Kihyun added– –But I swear he saw me and left! He went to the reactor zone! –Wonho said anxious– –Do you have proof? You saw someone else there? –Shownu asked getting close to him– –No! I just saw how he went there! –Wonho get up anxiously and hugged the little hamster that was following him since the beginning– –Everything is too weird. –Minhyuk said– But if we kick him out and he isn't the one doing these things, we're just going to make everything easier to the traitors. –Tsk. –Kihyun clicked his tongue– Let's keep an eye on him and that's it.

The meeting was over and I let escape a sigh of relief when no one was around.

"At least nobody suspects us" I thought, walking to the electrical zone.

I entered the room and gave a look to see if someone was in there, it was empty, so I got close to one of the cabinets, I opened and started turning off some of the switches so everything will become dark.

I got out of there fast and saw from a corner how Minhyuk and Wonho entered the room to repair the electricity.

I stayed in there waiting for one of them to go so I could k*ll the one that remains in there.

I was focused in the entrance when suddenly I felt someone's hands in my stomach, I turned around afraid when I saw Kihyun.

–You scared me... –I whispered– –Someone is near here that you're hiding in here? –he said raising and eyebrow now caressing my back– –Wonho and Minhyuk are in the electricity room –I said and the lights turned on again–

In that moment I saw part of the face of Kihyun that had blood in it, I heard Minhyuk and Wonho getting out of the room, I made Kihyun come closer and united our lips.

Kihyun followed me and smiled when he felt me cleaning the blood off his face, but for the people that passed by would think I'm just caressing my boyfriend's cheek.

We heard Wonho and Minhyuk pass by and smiled.

–Good job, now we have an alibi –he said smiling– Best team work –we high five and took different ways–

In the hallway, I found Jooheon going up and I decided to follow him, "If I k*ll him it will end..." I smiled and started chasing him.

Before I could attack him the alarm sounded.

–Y/N WAS FOLLOWING ME IN A VERY WEIRD WAY! –Jooheon said scared– SHE IS THE TRAITOR! –WHAT?? I WAS JUST GOING TO DO MISSIONS! –I screamed mad– –Shownu was dead. –Minhyuk said– And you have blood in your hands. –I looked at my hands and saw a little bit of blood in my fingers– –I... I can explain! –How? –Wonho asked and I looked at them concerned– –Time out. –Minhyuk said– Let's vote.

Everyone voted and when the results came out I saw Kihyun.

–Kick her out of here. –Minhyuk said– –NO! WAIT! KIHYUN! –I screamed while being dragged to the door–

Kihyun looked at me sad and said a little "Bye..." without a sound, I emulated an "I love you" before getting kicked out.

Everything felt cold and dark out here, I was just floating around until I closed my eyes and let myself go.

I opened my eyes again and found myself on the ship again, "What...?" I thought.

I turned around and saw Kihyun standing in the navigation room looking outside.

"Ki..." I hugged him, he walked away and I stayed there.

–Hi Y/N –Changkyun said– –AH! –I jumped and looked at him– What?! –Yes, we're dead, whatever –he rolled his eyes– Can you move? I want to make this mission so we can win. –Mission?... So we can still do things?! –he nodded and I looked around– Ohh...

"Then I have to help Ki!" I ran to the oxygen room and started sabotaging it.

I kept helping Ki while seeing him k*ll and their fights to find who was the real traitor.

After the last discussion Kihyun followed Minhyuk who was walking alone through the ship, Minhyuk started running when he saw him, but it was too late, a moment later everything became dark.

–WAHHH HOW YOU DIDN'T SAW KIHYUN WAS THE TRAITOR –Hyungwon said catching our attention from our phones– –I'm the best actor –he said happy– and have the best partner in crime –Kihyun kissed my hand– –BEING IN A CORNER DOING NOTHING IT'S NOT THE GREATEST PLAN! –Jooheon screamed– –STOP BEING TOGETHER TOO! WE'RE NOT PLAYING WITH COUPLES ANYMORE! –Minhyuk said while Kihyun and me laughed– –Come on! Another round! –I said happy– –I want to be the traitor this time! –Wonho said happy– –Everyone ready? –Kihyun asked– –Yes! –everyone said and a new game started–

#monsta x #mx #monsta x memes #monsta x imagines #monsta x fanfics #kihyun imagines #kihyun fanfics #kihyun #wonho #shownu #hyungwon #minhyuk #jooheon #i.m #changkyun #imagines #fanfics #fun #among us

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trouvelle · 4 years ago

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I love all your Heizuha contents!!!! Oneshots, drabbles, etc (memes too lol). And your ANGST FICS???? I'M DESTROYED. Just curious, if you are accepting requests, can you write happy shinran and heizuha oneshot? I need something to heal from your angsty AUs 😢😢😢😢💦💦

Hi hello thank you so much 🥺 AH YES HEIZUHA I’m HEART-EYES FOREVER 😍!! My hot-blooded Kendo boi and his Aikido (and Karuta) queen ugh they make me feel so soft. Wait—don’t be destroyed pls omg I have a shinran oneshot first for you right here! And yes it actually is a happy one. Although I gotta say I’m probably even worse at doing happy sappy fluff. But still, I hope you like this! ❤️❤️

Fandom: Detective Conan/DCMK Pairing: Shinichi/Ran Rating: G Genre/Tags: Romance, Fluff Summary: Ran hates being apart from Shinichi. All she wants is to feel his warmth next to her.

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Ran is happy to be with Shinichi, even if it means not being physically together and having to survive long distance.

Now she would be lying if she says it doesn’t bother her in the slightest. After they got together and she finds out that Shinichi still has to leave for his ongoing case, her initial thought is that it wouldn’t bother her. She’s grown so used to it by now. It’s not like he’s never coming back, because he always does. After all, they just started dating, and maybe this way they’ll still be in their honeymoon stage for years to come.

They have been doing alright with frequent calls and texts sent to each other. Although she is slightly upset that they can’t physically go out on any dates, hearing Shinichi’s voice always makes everything worth it. She knows she’s going to forget all this as soon as she sees him again.

She does expect Shinichi to be as sad and lonely as she is, but she never asks about it. She doesn’t want him to think that she’s already turning clingy after only a few months into their relationship. And because she is an understanding girlfriend, she never tells him how she feels about it. She has been saying “I love you” more often though, now that she’s more comfortable saying it, which he always happily returned. She never once doubts Shinichi either—he gives her zero reasons to. Besides, they have short meet ups every now and then, and those feel like they are enough for her.

There are certain things that leaves her feeling an extra amount of longing. When she sees couples out and about in the streets, or strolling around the park, or fooling around in the hallway of their school, it breaks her heart a little. She wants Shinichi by her side, to be able to cuddle into his warmth. She wants to walk next to him and hold his hand, to go to the movies and check out cute restaurants.

“I miss you,” Ran mumbles into her mic, only one side of her earphones on. She is lying on her bed, on a call with her boyfriend who is still away, on yet another case. She has to cherish all their calls together because time is all she can afford.

She traces her finger on her phone’s screen, outlining his name that’s currently displayed, yearning to touch him. She can't help but feel disappointed when all she can feel is how hot her phone is. She should probably get a new phone soon.

“I miss you too. More than words can describe,” Shinichi replies guiltily, sad that Ran is so troubled. He has been trying to ease her pain by sneaking away to call her more often these days. He sees the longing in her eyes, always wondering what he can do for her. He hates it, hates seeing Ran’s face contort into sadness and what seems like disappointment. It never gets any easier.

If only she knows that they are actually together literally every single day.

“Anyway, how is your day?” Shinichi asked, trying to change the subject to distract her.

Ran huffs. “Conan-kun left on a weekend camping trip with his class. I’m worried about his safety. They’re elementary students, they’re not supposed to go camping in the mountains yet!”

Shinichi smiles fondly. Yep, he’s definitely on his camping trip all right.

“Also, it is kind of lonely here when he’s not around.” Lonelier, she adds to herself.

“You have nothing to worry about, I’m sure he’ll be okay,” Shinichi reassures, grinning.

“I suppose it’s true. Conan-kun does know how to take care of himself. What are you doing, anyway? Do you have to go soon? Can we switch to video call?” The hope in her voice is unmistakable. He purposely ignores Ran’s questions while wrecking his brain for a believable excuse to not switch to video call. But it is too late, she has already pressed the button that requested for him to accept the call.

Uh oh.

Shinichi curses silently. As soon as their cameras are on, he raises his phone up close to his face, careful to leave the streetlights out of view. “Hi!,” he says, hoping she wouldn’t detect the nervousness in his voice. Ran squints at the blurry screen. She can’t see much, but it is enough to make her whole evening better.

“You know what, Shinichi? It’s okay, you’re probably busy and tired, I understand! Have a good night or morning, wherever you are, okay?” Ran yawns, turning to lie on the other side as she reaches out to switch off her table lamp. “I’m already getting ready for bed anyway. Please stay safe out there. I love you.”

“NO!” Shinichi yells, before realizing how loud and unnecessary it is. He stops to look around, praying that no one around him is affected by the noise he is making. Ran is decently surprised. “Shinichi, what’s wrong?”

“I, uh, I’m staking out a criminal’s possible hideout. It’s really boring here because nothing is happening so far and it’s probably deserted. Keep me me while I wait?” Shinichi asks sheepishly, belatedly realizing how dumb of an excuse he just gave. Is it even believable in the slightest? “I’m just walking around the place now,” He adds as he quickened his pace.

Ran yawns but he can see her nodding her head in the dark. “Don’t you have to be aware of your surroundings, though? What if the bad guys creep up on you?”

“You’re right,” he says half-heartedly, not really paying attention to what she’s saying anymore. He’s trying to climb up the stairs as fast as his feet can take him. He is so close.

Ran mumbles something sleepily in return. How she wishes for body heat, but she only had her blanket to make up for the warmth. She closes her eyes, unaware that the line has gone silent. After a few more beats of silence, she hears the front door being unlocked. She sits up, suddenly alert and forgetting about her call with Shinichi. It is definitely not her father, since she can hear his snores very audibly from his room. Is it Conan, coming back from his camping trip a few days early? But—it’s literally the middle of the night, so if it actually is Conan, he has some explaining to do. She tip-toes to the door just to get ready in case it is an actual robber.

As the door unlocks and the intruder enters, Ran’s eyes widen and her hand flails around for the switch to turn one of the lights one as she recognizes the familiar silhouette. It can't be.

“Surprise.” Shinichi is standing there, smiling widely at the sight of his dumbfounded girlfriend.

Ran stares at the boy in front of her for a good while before reaching out for him in a frenzy. “You’re kidding,” she chokes out, wrapping her arms tightly around him, afraid he will be gone again as soon as she let go.

“I’ve missed you too,” Shinichi sighs, hugging Ran back just as tight. They stand like that, hugging at the door silently, choosing to ignore the fact that her father can very well walk out of his room at any given moment. Shinichi pulls away, frowning, when he realizes that she is crying.

“Hey, don’t cry.” He whispers softly, bending his knees to look at Ran who has her head down. She shakes her head, opting to bury her face in his chest instead. Shinichi run his hands up and down her back, gently kissing the top of her head. “Don’t cry, I’m here.”

Ran looks up, a few droplets of tears streaming down her face. “That’s exactly why I’m crying! You’re back now, for.. God knows how long, and then you’re gonna have to leave me again. Probably in a few hours, or in the morning if we’re lucky,” she cries, sniffling. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Shinichi remains quiet as Ran cries her heart out in silence. Then, he very gently lifts her up, carrying her to the bedroom and setting her down on the bed. “Actually, I have a few days to spend with you.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re right. And I’m not gonna lie to you, I will have to leave again, but not until Monday. So.. I’m yours for the whole weekend.” Shinichi says, hoping for her acceptance, despite how little he is offering her right now.

“The whole weekend?” Her smile is back on her face at this point. Sounds like she will just have to make the most out of this weekend, then. It’s a good thing she doesn’t have anything yet planned. She wipes the tears off of her face. She can’t waste their time together by crying like this. “Oh Shinichi, there are so many places that I wanted to go with you to!”

“We can go anywhere you want,” says Shinichi. That already sounds perfect to him. Truth be told, any moments spent with Ran were perfect. The Where and What weren’t all that important. Like right now. Even in the dim light, he can see how bright she’s smiling. God, all he wanted to do is stare at her and admire her beauty, amongst everything else.

He hates lying to Ran, although it is done to protect her, to shield her. He will have to lie to her some more, but this time, he does not want to make any more promises he can't keep. “It will all be over soon, I promise. I’ll come home for good.” You’re my home, he wants to say.

She has missed him so much—she missed his voice, his scent, his warmth, his presence. She crawls towards him, unable to hide the overwhelming sense of hope that arises after his declaration. “Really?”

“Really.” Ran can feel the tears welling up again. This time, out of happiness. “It hurts so much to not be able to be by your side.”

“I’m here,” murmurs Shinichi quietly as he reaches out to wipe some of her fallen tears away with the pad of his thumb. “... and I’m always watching.” he adds quietly, wrapping an arm around her as he hugs her to sleep.

Ran nods in silence. She has so many things to tell him, but she is content with just enjoying his warmth and presence beside her for now. Truly, nothing can compare to the homey feeling and the familiarity of being next to Shinichi. She lets him hold her to sleep, his voice a lullaby that carries her out of consciousness.

“I’m always with you,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss her forehead, “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

#shinran #dcmk #kudo shinichi #mouri ran #bc they'd be such a lovey dovey couple and y'all know it #melts with ran at soft boi shinichi #where else on earth do u find a man like him??#Ran is one lucky girl #no Shinichi is LUCKIER to have Ran #fic

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hermannsthumb · 4 years ago

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The prompt thing: Sailing and lemonade? :)

10. Sailing + 19. Lemonade

from (last year’s) summer prompts meme here

probably takes place in some line of continuity where they’re visiting newt’s childhood haunts or smthin post-movie

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The worst part of it all is that Hermann wouldn’t have half as high expectations if Newton hadn’t spent all week talking the bloody thing up. Hermann’s not all that hard to please when it comes to being romanced, you know–a near complete lack of experience in the matter means his standards are not only low, but practically nonexistent. All Newton need do is brush his teeth and put on a shirt untainted by extraterrestrial gore and Hermann would go anywhere with him, frankly.

They landed in Boston a week ago, in the midst of a nasty thunderstorm that delayed them by at least two hours. Newton held Hermann’s arm and the umbrella while they waited for Newton’s father to pick them up. He was scowling at the sky. “I wanted to take you out on the boat tonight,” he said. “I had a whole thing planned.”

“Boat?” Hermann echoed curiously. He wasn’t aware Newton had a boat, nor that he even knew how to sail. Newton never struck him as much of an outdoorsy type. Or an athletic type.

Newton grinned. “My dad and I used to go out on it all the time when I was a kid. It’s been tied up at the docks for years now, but it should still work.”

“Oh,” Hermann said. How perfectly New England of Newton. Barring a brief stint on the rowing team as an undergraduate, Hermann has been on precisely one boat in his life–a research rig in Hong Kong, on which he hitched a ride for a closer examination of the Breach. He imagined Newton’s ship to be of the more casual variety. “And you wanted to take me out on it?”

At this, Newton gave his arm a small squeeze. “Of course!”

The two of them, alone, on a sailboat together–or perhaps even a small yacht. Yes, a yacht, that was far more likely. How terribly romantic. Hermann squeezed his arm back. “I’d like that very much, Newton.”

The week leading up to their sailing excursion only cemented the romance of the idea for Hermann. Newton certainly provided enough hints between their guest lectures and Geiszler-led city tours: allusions to a romantic dinner by starlight, prepared by Newton himself; a gold foil-top bottle of what was clearly champagne tucked hastily out of sight when Hermann entered the room one night; references to how alone they’d be, how much privacy they’d have, how Newton couldn’t wait to spend that private, alone time with Hermann (and, here, Hermann could only assume Newton wanted to engage in the obvious with him–because they’ve been dancing around it since a rather heated night spent together following the collapse of the Breach–and on a sailboat-yacht at that, how romantic, how terrifically naughty).

Early this morning Newton roused him and told him, excitedly, they would be going out on the boat around noon, and Hermann put on his sailing best (white linen and an oversized sunhat) and sunblock and packed certain necessary supplies into a waist-bag and pretended not to notice Newton slip the champagne into his own bag, and they caught a train, and then a bus, and then walked out to the pier, where Hermann gazed from yacht to sailboat to yacht excitedly and tried to pinpoint the one he and Newton would take for a day of lounging, and sunning, and trysts at sea--

As it turns out, it’s none of them.

“A paddle boat,” Hermann says. “You–you have a paddle boat.”

It’s not a question. He already knows the answer: yes, Newton has a paddle boat. A small paddle boat, in fact. A small, rusted paddle boat, with a sun-faded awning, and barely enough space to fit the large cooler Newton’s brought along with them. Newton hefts it on anyway. “A paddle boat!” he exclaims happily. There’s a sea monster painted on the side.

“Newton,” Hermann says. He raps his cane on the dock. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly–”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Newton cuts in smoothly. “I’m doing all the work! You just need to sit back and relax.”

Hermann gives a loud, skeptical hum.

They get in the boat, Hermann with some assistance. It sways dangerously beneath them. “How long has it been since you’ve, ah, taken this out?” Hermann says. Both sets of pedals are also rusted. To avoid tangling himself up in the ones on his side, Hermann’s had to resort to sitting in a rather awkward splay of limbs, his cane tucked behind them with the cooler.

“I told you,” Newton says. “Years and years! Okay, hold on.”

He begins to pedal them out. The uneven bob of the boat on the waves, along with Newton’s grunts of effort, the squeaking of the gears, and the hot sun beating down on Hermann even through his sunhat and the awning, is not exactly what Hermann would call relaxing. The opposite, in fact. Closing his eyes just makes it worse. “Where are we going?” Hermann finally says.

“There’s a good fishing spot a little bit ahead,” Newton says.

A chill runs down Hermann’s spine. “We’re fishing?”

“There are some old rods stashed in the back compartment,” Newton says, grinning broadly. “Man, I can’t wait. This is going to be so great.”

The first warning sign–Hermann thinks–should’ve been that Newton wore a fishing vest over his Hawaiian shirt. The second should’ve been his ridiculous fish-patterned hat. Hermann debates diving overboard and paddling back to shore, but it’s a long bit away, and he ultimately decides the risk of drowning isn’t worth it. He’s never been the strongest swimmer.

They reach Newton’s quote-unquote good spot. Newton stops pedaling. “Okay, one second,” he says, and begins twisting and turning in his seat. Hermann gets a multicolored elbow to the face twice before Newton finally re-emerges with two fishing rods. He thrusts one at Hermann. “That’s for you. Lemme get the bait.”

Three elbow jabs to the face. “Newton,” Hermann snaps, finally shoving the man off of him. “Mind your bloody step.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t reach!” Newton says.

He drops the cooler between his legs, and, to Hermann’s distress, opens it to reveal not a lovely homemade dinner, but a very large container of worms. Live worms. “Marvelous,” Hermann sighs, as Newton pops the lid and tugs one out.

“Alright, dude,” Newton says, pulling up the end of his fishing line, “so it’s really easy, you just–”

Newton makes to jam the worm down onto his fishing hook. He stops. He tries again. He stops again. He does this two more times, then turns big, sad eyes on Hermann. The worm wriggles between his fingertips. “I can’t do it,” he says.

Hermann takes the worm from him and puts it back in the container. Newton has always had a soft spot for even the most insignificant of creatures, often to his own detriment: he kept a pet snake in the laboratory for a bit (before pawning it off on a somewhat unenthusiastic Mako Mori), and teared up every single time he fed it a mouse, and once cried for ten minutes when a rather pretty-looking moth fried itself to death on his desk lamp. “It’s alright, Newton,” he says. He pats Newton’s hand. “We can try another day, with lures instead. Yes?”

“Yeah,” Newton says, and nods.

The dinner Hermann expected may be nonexistent, but he knows he wasn’t imagining the champagne, and–frankly–he thinks he could use some right about now. Even if it’s that horrid pink kind Newton is obsessed with. “You know,” he says, airily, “I’m a bit thirsty. I don’t suppose you, ah, brought anything I could have? Some water, or…?”

Newton’s face splits into a grin. “I did! I was going to save it for dinner, but we can have both now!”

He reaches into a pocket of his fishing vest and pulls out a plastic bag. Upon closer inspection, Hermann discovers it contains two badly-squished sandwiches leaking…something. “One has Nutella and the other has Fluff,” Newton says. “Take your pick. I forgot where I put–oh!”

The bottle with gold foil is produced from his tote bag beneath his seat. In the daylight, in proper view, it looks markedly less like champagne, and far more like the sparkling lemonade it is. “Lovely,” Hermann sighs, and selects the less squished sandwich of the two.

The lemonade is actually quite good, and the sandwich edible enough, and Hermann finds that if he closes his eyes just right, it sort of feels like they’re on a better boat. Not a yacht by any means, but–perhaps a sailboat. And he really is pleased to have alone time with Newton. Newton, who was so excited about taking Hermann out–who packed them sandwiches, and lemonade, and tried to teach Hermann how to fish–who’s been nothing but sweet and kind to Hermann all day.

“Are you having fun?” Newton says. He sounds anxious. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was a paddle boat, I just thought you–”

Hermann cups his jaw and kisses him gently. The tension sags from Newton’s shoulders. “It’s all perfect, Newton,” Hermann tells him, and he finds he actually means it. “Really, perfect.”

“That’s good,” Newton says. “That’s awesome. Ha!”

They smile at each other.

“What did you bring a fanny pack for?” Newton says.

Hermann’s smile falters, only slightly. “Er. I’ll show you tonight.”

#newmann #maria's fanfiction tag #peter-hughes-harmonies

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thecardssayfuckoff · 5 years ago

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The Courtiers Headcanons.

So it's been a while since I've done headcanons cause, you know, laziness. But I've been watching some good memes and I can't get the Courtiers out of my head, so these are just some very vague headcanons I have about them.

Valerius:

Wants to try so many hair-styles but is so worried about not looking good that he just keeps going for that braid.

Doesn't know water, milk, pop, or any other kind of liquid, aside from wine of course.

Breakfast? Ah yes, Cheerios with wine.

You inviting him to eat tacos? Absolutely yes, everything for you, MC, but let him go retrieve a thermos so he can bring some good wine along.

Doesn't smile regularly, but when he does, his whole face lights up and he looks younger.

Valdemar:

Walks super quietly and they know it, and thus they use this to sneak on people and scare the living shit out of them.

Has little respect for personal space, but don't you dare enter their personal space, unless you want to have a scalpel up your throat.

Are the ones that keep on drinking tea all calm and collected whilst the rest throw the table and start fighting each other.

Talks endlessly about how unhealthy this or that is.

Sweetest tooth of the Court.

Purrs when happy.

Vlastomil:

Gets teased usually by his colleagues.

Tries to convince Valdemar to make their beetles fight his worms and make a whole show out of it.

Rumour says someone catched him trying to wear stilettos.

Volta:

Mouses scare her. She will scream and get up on a chair if one's spotted.

Will eat everything, but has a soft spot for raw meat.

She gets sentimental every once in a while and cries because she feels like she is too fat and not pretty at all.

The crying won't stop until someone, namely Vulgora, holds her and tells her how pretty she is.

Also nobody dares mess with her because she's under the wing of Vulgora.

Vulgora:

Yes yes, so they like Volta, stop making a fuss out of it.

Likes sad songs.

Tried to meditate to calm their temper but it didn't work too well.

Hates that Valerius is fancier than them.

Hates that Valdemar is taller and thinner than them.

Hates that Vlastomil is paler than them.

Hates that Volta is smaller than them cause then they just wants to carry her around and hold her and hug her and...

Hates to hate.

#also they have competition of who has the cutest uwu when nothing else to do #the courtiers #consul valerius #valerius #the arcana valerius #quaestor valdemar #valdemar #the arcana valdemar #praetor vlastomil #vlastomil #the arcana vlastomil #procurator volta #volta #the arcana volta #pontifex vulgora #vulgora #the arcana vulgora #the arcana #the arcana game

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fantasiesandbooks · 5 years ago

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Tenerife Sea ix

I don’t own any of the photos.

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Soundtrack

It was Friday and you were excited for it. Finally you could have some rest from all the tiring week you have had due to some projects you had to finished at work. Your plan for the rest of the day was staying at home and eat a lot of junk food while watching Netflix. You were waiting for the clock to announce the end of the day at work when your phone lighted up and the screen showed Chanyeol’s name.

“Hi Yeol! What’s up?” You said, scribbling at your notebook just to entertain yourself.

“Hi y/n! Are you busy?” He asked.

“Nope. I’m just waiting to get out of work which is in about 3 minutes” you chuckled.

“Oh! And do you have any plans after that?” He said quizzically.

“Not really. I was planning to head home and stay the rest of the night watching movies. Why?” you said nonchalantly.

“I was wondering if you could help me with something. I’m planning on giving little presents to the fans that are attending my birthday party on Tuesday but I don’t know yet what would be good.” He explained.

“Well it has to be something that both men and women can have, right?” You asked thoughtfully.

“Yes. Usually most of them are girls but I want something more “neutral” in case there would be boys too” Chanyeol said.

“Mmm... you could give them scarfs or gloves. They could be useful as the winter is approaching” you suggested although you were not 100% sure about it but that was the first idea that came up to your mind.

“Yeah! That could be an option” he said hesitantly.

“You didn’t like the idea. I can tell by the way you said it” you sneered and he laughed.

“To be honest not much” he admitted shyly. “The thing is I was thinking on giving something handmade. You know like a bracelet or something like that”.

“Oh! That could be good too.” You agreed. “But how many do you have to make?”.

“Around 100” he said, concern clearly on his voice. “And I need to have them done by Monday so that’s why I’m desperate and calling you. To see if your kind soul could help me with that”.

“Yeol! Why did you wait until now to make them?” You scolded him.

“I know but I was so busy getting the venue for the event and other stuff and now the group has practice everyday” he explained miserably.

You released a heavy sigh. You really were hoping to get cozy and take a good nap once you have gotten home but after hearing him in despair you knew Chanyeol was having a really hard time thinking about this situation. Meanwhile you gathered your things and walked out of the office. The noice from the streets were starting to get louder as you approached the avenue.

“Fine! I’ll help you. When are we going to make them?” You asked defeated.

“Thank you thank you thank you” he said relieved. “I’m free today so I can pick you up right now. We will go and get the material for the bracelets and we can go to your place to make them there” he suggested.

“Ok. I’ll wait for you at the bus stop near my workplace. I’m sending you my location” you said as you were typing fast and sending the information to Chanyeol’s phone.

“Got it. See you in 15 minutes” he said.

“Ok, bye.” You said and hung up.

While sitting on the bus stop you were looking at your surroundings. A lot of people walking around as most of them were getting out from work and others were already packing the bars and restaurants near. A van parked in front of you and you recognized it it immediately. It was Chanyeol’s. You took your belongings, walked to the vehicle and opened the door.

“Hey!” He said when you entered and closed the door.

You turned to look at him and greeted him back. “Hi!” You said as your were putting your stuff on the back seat.

“So where are we going?” You asked.

“I found a store where we can find the material. It’s at the new mall.” He said, his eyes focused on the road.

“Very well then” you said and turned to look at the window.

“How was your day?” He asked.

“Tiring. I had to finish several projects and I have some unfinished too. You know as the holiday season is around the corner everyone is getting frantic about it” you explained.

“How about yours?” You asked and turned to look at him.

“Same but for other reasons. You know our comeback is on Wednesday and we have to prepare for the live shows so we are practicing like crazy” he said with tiredness on his voice.

“Oh yeah! I can’t wait for it. I’ve seen the teasers and it looks good” you said. “So who am I talking to now. Is it the real Chanyeol or the fake one?” You joked and he snorted.

“You are going to come at us with it too?” He asked rhetorically.

“Sorry. It just that it’s very funny all the things your fans do regarding that topic. Like memes and such” you said amusingly.

“I haven’t seen much but I can imagine.” He said and shook his head slightly.

“Hey! Didn’t you take a class every Friday at this hour?” Chanyeol asked curiously and turned to look at you briefly. “Not every Friday, only when Jackson and I can go but he’s overseas now because he has to attend to a fashion show on Sunday and I feel so tired for it” you said.

“I see....” Chanyeol said. With Jackson being away Chanyeol saw that as his window to get to spend more time with you. Maybe if he takes too long in coming back I could speak with y/n about my feelings for her. He thought to himself.

“When does he come back?” He asked and you gave him a quizzical look.

“On Monday” you simply said and just as fast as his hope had risen it fell. He didn’t feel today was a good day for talking about it and the next days he would be busy with rehearsals, his fan event and the comeback promotion.

“Oh...” was all he said.

“So what about you and Sojin, did you two make up already?” You asked. It wasn’t something you wanted to talked about but you thought you needed to show a little bit of interest in that part of Chanyeol’s life as he was doing it with yours and Jackson.

“Yeah. I saw her yesterday at the studio and she apologized” he said calmly. It was true what he said. The two of them talked briefly yesterday and Sojin had told him she was out of line at the dinner. Chanyeol on the other hand, not feeling the rage he was feeling the night before, forgave her. Nevertheless that couldn’t make up the fact that he wasn’t happy with her so he decided that after the comeback promotion he would talked to her and end things up.

“Cool” you said trying to sound as if that didn’t affect you. You yawned and closed your eyes for a moment.

“Don’t tell me you’re sleepy already. It’s 7:00 pm” Chanyeol whined.

“Don’t bother me. I could use a nap right now” you said tiredly.

“You can’t sleep now grandma, we have things to do.” He complained jokingly.

“Hey!” You smacked his arm playfully. “I’m not the one who’s turning 27 next week” you

pointed out.

“There’s no much left for your birthday either.” He huffed.

“There’s still a month left for that” you said smugly.

“By the way, the boys and I are throwing a party for the album’s releasing and my birthday next Friday. You should come.” He said nonchalantly hoping you would say yes.

“Sure! I’ll be there after work” you said cheerfully “Can Jackson come with me?”.

Chanyeol kept quiet for a moment. Hell no! He thought annoyed.

“Yeah...” he said hesitantly and cleared his throat “I don’t see a problem with that” he said trying to sound more secure.

“Cool, thanks Yeol.” You said and smiled at him.

“We are here” he announced as the van was entering the parking lot.

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You two got out of the car and started heading towards the stores. You were looking excitedly at the Christmas decorations. This was your favorite time of the year and you were always looking forward to decorating your house and the Christmas tree. Chanyeol, next to you, was looking at you amused. He had always said you were like an excited kid during that time. Wanting to buy everything related to Christmas that you could find and finding joy in the simplest thing as wrapping presents. He hadn’t gone to your home in the last week but he’d supposed that it was already in the process of becoming winterland. Although he liked the holidays too he wasn’t as jolly as you, maybe it was because during the last years he and boys had to work during that time and they couldn’t quite feel the holiday spirit. You would tell him every year how badly you missed spending the holidays with your family at home and he and boys would always visit you on Christmas Day or Christmas Eve depending on their schedule. You couldn’t believe most of the people here have to work all the day during that time as in your country in most of the jobs they would go only half time or skip the day. You felt joyous yeah but at the same time a little bit sad and nostalgic.

“Y/n” Chanyeol called you and distracted you from your train of thoughts. You turned to look at him.

“There’s the store” he said and grabbed your arm to guide you to it. Once on the store you two grabbed all the things that you needed to make the bracelets. It was kind of easy since you picked all the beads and charms for the girls and he did the same for the boys. After that you two were walking between the stores and something caught your attention.

“Yeol, I want to see something here. You want to come with me or you wait outside?. It’s only going to take me a minute.” You said, pointing at the jewelry shop.

“I’ll go” he said and walked behind you.

The inside of the store was pretty and in it there were a couple of people looking around and the store sellers. Chanyeol stood next to the counter, also looking around in case he could see something for his sister and mom.

“Good evening miss. Can I help you?” A cheerful lady told you.

“Good night. I was wondering if you have the new Disney charms.” You said politely. “Ah yes! They’re this way” the lady said and motioned you to follow her.

“I’ll be right back.” You said at Chanyeol and he nodded at you. He was so focused on looking at the bracelets and rings that he got startled when an old lady on the other side of the counter appeared in front him.

“Good evening young man! How can I help you?” The old lady said friendly.

“Good evening” Chanyeol said kindly. “I’m looking for a present”.

“Oh! Is it for your girlfriend?”. She asked and gestured at you.

“Oh no, she’s not my… girlfriend. She is my friend” he said a little bit uncomfortable.

“I apologized.” The woman said quickly.

“It’s ok.” Chanyeol said nonchalantly.

“She’s very beautiful and she seems lovely too” the old lady pointed out. Chanyeol turned to look at you. You were so focus at what the other lady was telling you when a side smile crept up in Chanyeol’s lips “Yes... she is” he trailed off and she gave him a knowing smile at him. Chanyeol blushed at the look the lady had given him as if he had been caught.

“So who’s the present for?” The lady asked.

“It’s for my mom and sister” he said. Turning to look at the counter again.

“I see, Do you have anything in mind? Would you like to give them bracelets, necklaces, earrings maybe?” She asked curiously.

“Can you show me the earrings and bracelets please?” He asked.

“Of course! Be right back...” she said and walked to the other side of the counter. You approached Chanyeol excitedly and opened the little box with your bracelet in it.

“Yeol look. It’s so pretty” you said excitedly as you were waving the little box. He laughed at how child-like you could be sometimes.

“I couldn’t buy all of the charms that I wanted because the ran out of them” you pouted.

“But the lady told me they would arrived sometime between the next week or the one after that so I’m totally coming back for them”.

“What are the charms that you want?” Chanyeol asked you.

“The ones from the Harry Potter’s and Frozen’s collections” you said.

He shook his head at you “ You’re like a kid sometimes”.

You glared at him “says the man who has a Zootopia blanket on his bed”.

He raised up his hands as a way of surrender “ok ok. We are both like kids” You nodded. “What were you doing? Are you going to buy something?”

“Yes, a present for mom and Yoora” he said. In that moment the old lady came back with the jewelry and smiled at you.

“Good evening!” You said and smiled at the woman.

“Good evening, young lady” she said politely.

“Here they are boy. Take your time looking at them and I’ll come back after” she said and left you two alone to speak to other customers. Chanyeol and you leaned over the counter to get a better look at them.

“Uh they’re all so pretty” you said quietly.

“Oh! this would be perfect for Yoora” you said pointing at a gold bracelet that had a charm

with a boy and girl together engraved on it. He nodded enthusiastically since it represented the unity he had with his sister.

“Now for your mom I’ll say you should go with the earrings that have yellow stones” you suggested.

“I liked those but I also liked these 2 for her” he said pointing at them “I’m doubtful about which ones I should choose”.

Out of a sudden your eyes got wide open as you remembered something. “Oh god! I totally had forgotten about this other thing I need to buy” you facepalmed yourself. “What is it?” He said quizzically.

“A... set of pajamas” you answered. “Can you catch up with me at the lingerie department?. Otherwise it would be closed by the time we got out of here.”

“Sure, I’ll see you there.” He said and you turned to headed out of the store. After 10 minutes he choosed the jewelry and the seller came back.

“So that are the ones you are buying?” The old lady said.

“Yes” he said pleased with his choice.

“A very good choice boy. Let we wrapped them up for you” she said happily.

“Thank you!” He said and smiled at her.

While she was doing so Chanyeol noticed the old lady was wearing a beautiful ring with a deep blue diamond in it- It already looked old but still in good conditions. It had a beautiful engraved around it and in the middle of it was the big blue stone- and his mind went straight to you. He thought maybe he could give you a bracelet or earrings with the same stone for your birthday.

“That’s a beautiful ring Mrs. May I ask where did you buy it?” He said politely and the lady smiled.

“Thank you. It was a wedding gift from my husband” she admitted.

“Oh...” Chanyeol said. “But do you happen to have something with the same diamond here? You see my friend really loves blue color and her birthday is coming. I thought about it now and It would be a nice present, wouldn’t it?“

“Of course but you see blue diamonds are very rare and hard to find. At the moment we don’t have any piece of jewelry with this kind of stone but I’ll tell you what, we have a design class in which you can make any piece of jewelry. I could order the beads and you could make the bracelet. What do you think about it?”. She asked. Chanyeol thought about it for a moment. He thought it could be a wonderful idea as the bracelet and its design would be one of a kind. “That would be awesome, thank you” Chanyeol said cheerfully.

“Just leave me your phone number and I’ll call you back when they arrived”. The old lady said and gave him a notebook for him to write his contact info. She also gave him a business card with her name on it. Chanyeol looked at it and smiled.

“Ok then. I guess I’ll see you next time Mrs. Minerva” he said kindly.

“See you Mr. Park. Have a good night” Minerva said and smiled at him.

Chanyeol turned around to exit the store. As he was walking to meet you he was feeling excited at the thought of his new project. Your bracelet. He thought that in his free time he will have to look for designs since he wanted for it to be perfect.

You were at the lingerie department choosing a pajama and a pair of underwear and bras that you would needed for a couple of garments as their colors were lighter and you could noticed your dark color underwear beneath it. At your job they had the great idea of going dressed as something related to Christmas starting from the first week on December. The problem was that you would be packed with work all the next week and you would have the boys party also so that would left you with no time for going shopping and you’ll have to improvise with your clothes at home.

I could be a Snowman that week you thought while trying on the pieces of underwear.

Once you finished you looked yourself at the mirror and sighed. To be honest you weren’t keen of this activity since you tend to criticized your body. There were days in which you would feel better about it and sexy and saying to yourself yaaaaas girl! for how good you saw yourself, and others, which were most of them, in which you were so concerned about the way your thighs looked, the stretch marks that although they were already white and fading, you could see them so clearly that you felt insecure about them. You also hated the little bra bulge that it has always appeared and that no matter how hard you were trying to make it gone it seemed impossible. Yes you had body issues and you knew you had to work on them but right now it was hard to do so due to your schedule. You have decided that after all your deadlines at work you will look for some help. It was kind of ironic how could you felt love for other people such as your friends or family and not feeling it for yourself first. I hope it comes the day where I don’t care about this anymore and love myself you thought and started to put your clothes back on.

Chanyeol arrived at the department store. He was looking for you, walking around through all the underwear and felt uncomfortable about it. That’s why I’ve never came here when my exes asked me to come with them He thought. Although he was feeling that way he saw some things that caught his eyes.

“Hey! Can I help you with something?” A young woman approached him.

“Hey! Mmm... no thank you. I’m waiting for someone” he said nervously.

“Your girlfriend?” The lady asked. Clearly, she was eyeing Chanyeol from head to toe to which he felt even more uncomfortable. Y/n where are you?! He thought. Scanning the store frantically until he saw you at the register.

“Ah, she’s over there” he pointed at you. “Good night.” He said and walked hurriedly to where you were.

You turned to look at the person who had arrived next to you. It was Chanyeol. He let out a relief sigh and you frowned at him.

“Are you ok?” You asked him.

“No. Don’t look but the other lady over there was trying to flirt with me” he said quietly. You turned slightly to look at said lady. Clearly she was still looking at him. You try to suppressed a laugh. Chanyeol looked at you annoyed.

“It’s not funny” he said.

“Do you want me to punch her or should I let Sojin know about it so she can do it?” You asked him sarcastically.

“I... ahg never mind” he rolled his eyes “can we go now?”.

“In a minute. The cashier went to get my change” you explained.

Chanyeol was looking around that part of the store until a set of lingerie caught his attention more than the rest of the other underwear. It was a dark green lace bra and matching panties. The thought of how would you look like wearing it appeared in his mind but he cleared it away rapidly.

I can’t think about that he mentally scolded himself.

You were looking at your phone and gave him a quick glance when you noticed a piece on lingerie caught Chanyeol’s attention. Would he liked that for Sojin? You thought sadly. Luckily for both of you, the cashier came back with your stuff and change in that moment and you could leave the store.

“So do you want to get dinner here or we have takeout food?” Chanyeol asked you in order to leave the awkward situation behind.

“We can buy something at the fast food and take it it home. Do you agree?” you suggested.

“Yeah. Also, I could use a coffee” he said. Tiredness evident on his face. “Make them two” you said and both headed towards the fast food.

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Once in your house you and Chanyeol were sitting on your living room floor. Food and coffee were scattered around you since your table was occupied with beads and threads and all the other stuff you two were using to make the bracelets. At first you have thought this would be easy but after seeing that you two could only have made 30 bracelets in 3 hours you rethought that. It was almost 12 am and you were beginning to felt sleepy.

“I can’t believe we barely have 30 bracelets and that there’s 70 to be done” you said tiredly. “Neither can I. I have thought it would be easier” Chanyeol sighed. You got up to get more coffee from the kitchen.

“ Do you want another cup of coffee?” You asked him.

“Yes please.” He said and handled you his mug. Chanyeol was feeling sleepy too. He thought about taking a nap but knowing himself he knew once his eyes closed he would sleep until next morning. “Here you go” you said and gave him his mug. After thanking you both took a sip and you looked around all the mess.

“Do you have practice tomorrow?” You asked him.

“Yep. But is at night” he answered without looking at you.

“You can stay over if you want” you said nonchalantly. At hearing that Chanyeol missed inserting the bead in the thread. Although he had stayed over before, now that he had acknowledged his feelings for some reason he felt anxious at the thought of it. “Thanks but are you sure?. I don’t want to be a nuisance” He said hesitantly. “Not at all. Tomorrow is my Cinderella day remember?” You joked. -That was what you have said every time people asked you when was your cleaning and doing the chores day.- “Ah yeah! That reminds me I need to throw away some stuff too.” He said resigned.

“Some?! You need to throw away half of your room. Seriously Chan, there are even empty boxes there” you said while frowning at him.

“They’re not empty” he retorted. “I keep all my action figures there. The ones that didn’t have a place on my shelf” “I’m gonna get you and organizer” you said determined and thought about what kind of furniture would be perfect to match his room.

“Come on. Let’s finish this first and then you can think in redecorate my room” he urged you and brought your attention back to the bracelets.

Two hours later you already had 50 bracelets completed. Despite all the cups of coffee you and Chanyeol were yawning more frecuently, the energy leaving your bodies at a rapid pace. There came a point in which the room went quiet as the two of you were totally focused on finishing them. You didn’t noticed when Chanyeol fell asleep on the carpet until you heard him snoring. You suppressed a laugh and rubbed your eyes to take a look at him. He was in a fetus position trying to warm himself up. You stood up and went to your room for a couple of blankets and a pillow for you and him. When you returned you shook his arm slightly and whispered “Yeol” but the boy didn’t move not a bit. Chanyeol was a heavy sleeper which you envied as you were a light one an even a small sound could wake you up. You decided to let him slept there since he was too heavy for you to move him. You put the blanket over him and tried to moved his head gently to put a pillow under it. “Gosh! You have a heavy head dude” you murmured. You placed his head on it and removed a strand of hair from his forehead. He must be really tired you thought as you kept contemplating him. The frown on his forehead softened when you caress it with your finger. Is he having a bad dream? You thought to yourself. He moved a little and you knew that was you cue for leaving him alone and get back to work. It was 3 am when you have decided to take a nap after the bracelet 75 so you set up your alarm to wake you up at 7 am, grabbed a couple of blankets and went to your couch to lay on it. It didn’t took more than 30 seconds for you to get lost in dreamland.

Chanyeol woke up after feeling uncomfortable with the position in which had been sleeping. He sat on the floor and turned to looked at his phone.

06:55 am could be read on the screen. He didn’t know the exact moment in which he fell asleep. The last thing he remembered was lying on the floor and closing his eyes because he wanted to rest for a minute. He noticed the blankets over him and the pillow. She care for me he thought and looked around the room searching for you. He noticed you were sleeping on the couch and a little smile showed on his lips. He got up from the floor and walked towards you. You looked so peaceful; your features soft, you chest rising and falling so slowly that sometimes he wondered if you were breathing at all. You hands above your chest. You two always mocked each other about your sleeping habits. On one side, Chanyeol always moved and sprawled all across the bed as in most of them his feet would always ended up loose and hanging at the edges. You on the other side, kept your body on one side of the bed and slept with the same position you were having at the moment most of times, occasionally twisting from one side to another. He would have always tell you you looked either as a princess like Sleeping Beauty or Snowhite or like a dead person. However, you being the first thing he sees in the morning, would be a sight with which he would like to wake up forever. He was fighting the urge to kiss your forehead as he knew you could wake up so easily due to your light sleep and after thinking about it for a minute he decided to do it. Maybe if I do it softly she wouldn’t wake up he thought. He was bending over to reach your forehead when your alarm set off. In that moment you lifted your head from the pillow and it collided with Chanyeol’s.

“Auch!” You exclaimed while rubbing your forehead, still disoriented from sleeping.

“What were you doing?”. Chanyeol also rubbing this mouth and nose answered “You had something stuck in your forehead. I wanted to see if it was a mosquito but It was just a blanket’s fluff”.

“Oh, Sorry for hitting you” You said.

“I think you loosen up my tooth” He said and you laughed out loud.

“I’m serious. I feel it weird” he said. You stood up from the couch and went over to him.

“Let me see” you said. He opened his mouth and you stood on your tiptoes to take a better look at it.

“I don’t see blood or something out of place” you pointed out.

“Your teeth are as perfect as always. Stop whining” you said and Chanyeol pouted at you. You smiled at him and he laughed. You averted your gaze from his face and said “So there are still 25 bracelets left. I’m gonna go and prepare more coffee and breakfast.”

“Ok. I’m going to try and finished the rest of them” Chanyeol said and went to sit over near the table.

You started walking towards the kitchen “I’ll let you know when everything if ready” you yelled from the other room. A fluff?! Who gets so near to a person to see if they have a fluff stick to their forehead? You thought weirded out.

“Yeah” he yelled back.

Man that was so embarrassing he covered his face with both hands. Although not as much as if she would have caught me kissing her forehead he comforted himself. He shook his thoughts away and returned his focus on the bracelets.

30 minutes passed and you called for him to have breakfast at the kitchen island with you. You had prepared scrambled eggs, cut some fruits into slices and made a couple of french toasts. There was coffee, milk and fresh orange juice on the table too.

“It’s a lot of food” Chanyeol said surprised, looking at all the food that was in there.

“I thought you guys always have the table full with food” you said.

“Yeah but usually by the time I wake up on weekends most of it is gone and I’m stuck with the leftovers” Chanyeol said and you shook your head at his answer.

“Well most of these is for you so go ahead” you gestured him to grab anything he wanted and sat next to him.

After breakfast both of you went to finished the rest of the bracelets. It was 11:30 am when you put the last one of them in the box Chanyeol had brought with him.

“That was the last one” you sighed relieved and leaned on your couch. Chanyeol, next to you, also gave a sigh “I can’t believe we made them in one night”.

“I know. Next time you come up with this kind of ideas please start it them a month earlier”.

He laughed at your request “Definitely”.

“Thank you so so so much” he said turning to look at you.

“It’s nothing. Although you could repay me with helping me to decorate the place” you suggested and he smiled. “Deal” he stretched his hand for you to shake and sealed the deal. “But after that you will have to help me with decorating mine”.

“See I don’t think you understand how this works” you said sarcastically. He laughed at your comment “Of course I understand but if you do it... I don’t know, Santa might be a little bit more generous with you this year”. He shrugged and you sneered.

“Fine, just let me know when can I go to leave my letter inside the stoking” you smiled mischievously at him.

Chanyeol’s phone rang indicating a text message had arrived.

He released your hand and grabbed the phone to look at it. “I have to go now. Sehun texted me that our choreographer changed the hour of our practice and he have to be there in 3 hours”.

“Oh... don’t worry about it” you said calmly.

He stood up and gathered all his stuff. You walked him to the door and Chanyeol said “Seriously thank you so much y/n. I don’t know what would I do without you”. You smiled fondly at him “It’s nothing Chan. I’ll see you next time”. He smiled at you “Yeah, see you” he turned and headed to the elevator. You stood there in the door threshold until we was gone. When you closed the door you let your back slide on it. Little by little you have been learning how to control your emotions and also allowing yourself to feel them. Been occupied with things you actually loved had made you not to think too much on Chanyeol and your feelings for him but still most of the time you spent with him your heart ached. Should I just tell him how I feel without giving a damn about his relationship with Sojin? It was a question that although it wasn’t in your mind constantly as before it still lingered in it, specially after spending time with him.

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Chanyeol was at his room putting some clothes on. -When he arrived at the dorms everything was quiet so he assumed most of the boys were sleeping or some of them weren’t there. He went to his room and took a shower so he could feel recharged- He was carrying still the tiredness from the week but mostly he felt happy because he got to spend the night with you. He smiled at the thought of that when Baekhyun entered yelling.

“Hellooooooo” his friend sang like an opera singer.

“Morning Baek” Chanyeol said while putting a hoodie on. The pinkish haired boy threw himself on the bed and asked “Where were you last night? Were you with Sojin?”.

Chanyeol was putting on his rings when he answered “No. I was with y/n”. At the sound of your name Baekhyun opened his eyes widely.

“What?! Did you spend the night with her?” He asked shocked.

“Yes” Chanyeol said nonchalantly.

“Really?!” Baekhyun got up from the bed and was looking at Chanyeol with an excited face.

“Yes, I slept at her house. Now, if you’re asking if we had sex then it’s a no” Chanyeol explained. “Oh” his friend said a little bit disappointed. Chanyeol grabbed a ball he had from Toben’s toys and threw it at Baekhyun. The pinkish haired boy grimaced and faked to be hurt.

“Ouch! What was that for?” He said and threw the ball at Chanyeol. The tall boy barely dodged it and said “You’re such a pervert”.

“I’m not” Baekhyun huffed. “I’m disappointed because I thought you finally had broken up with Sojin”.

“Woah! You really must hated her” Chanyeol snorted.

“Mmm...I dislike her not hate her.” Baekhyun pointed out. “But yeah I do prefer y/n over her a million times” he added. “Well maybe you won’t have to dislike Sojin more” Chanyeol said and turned around to look for his watch.

“Yeah, why’s that?” Baekhyun asked curiously.

“Because I’m going to break up with her” The tall boy answered.

“Woo...” Baekhyun cheered and Chanyeol gave him a pointed look. “Ooo... why?” He asked trying to contain his excitement.

“I’m glad you found all of this amusing” Chanyeol said sarcastically.

“Sorry, you know I’m not very good at hiding my feelings” Baekhyun said awkwardly. Chanyeol sat on his desk chair “Anyway. I want to break up with her because I’m not happy. I have thought It would be good giving it a chance. That me and her would work together as we had a lot of things in common, musically speaking, but as time passes by I realize we are so different” he explained. Baekhyun approached him and padded his back “I’m sorry your relationship didn’t work out mate but if I’m honest with you, I’m glad you finally see things clearly”. Chanyeol nooded and a side-smile appeared on his lips “yeah, I guess me too”. Outside in the hall Suho yelled for all the boys to gathered in the living room since it was time for them to leave for practice. Chanyeol stood up from his chair and grabbed his backpack. “I have to get mine. See you outside” Baekhyun said and walked to opened the door. Chanyeol nodded in agreement and was checking if he had everything he needed in the bag.

Ok, so finally we have Chanyeol free to get him together with y/n Baekhyun thought excitedly.

“I need to tell Sehun about this” he murmured for himself. We are back on the game he thought and a mischievous face -like the one the Grinch had when he was planning to stole Christmas- appeared on his face.

Thank you for the support and the love. I hope you like the series and enjoy this chapter. I’ll try to come up with the next one during the weekend. Are you starting to feel the holiday spirit? If so let me know. Also I wanted to ask you for some feedback regarding the series. I think it would help me a lot.^^

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Eye of the storm [Arthur Morgan x Reader] - CHAPTER 2/2

[chapter 1]

warnings: angst *insert “ah shit here we go again” meme here*, smut 😏, tuberculosis is still there

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You opened your eyes and blinked a few times, trying to focus your blurred gaze on what was before you. This definitely wasn't your camp and you needed a moment to gather your thoughts and recall where you were. Saint Denis, yes. You had stayed here with Arthur, technically to wait until your horse rests after her injury, but also to catch your breath and spend some time together.

You lifted your head and looked at your beloved man, still sleeping, as you noticed. You rarely woke up before Arthur, so you considered yourself extremely lucky that morning. Not spurred to work by anyone, you could just lie in bed snuggled up to your him, simply enjoying his warmth and peaceful snoring (which you personally found rather adorable than disturbing). Sometimes you were just watching his face, so blissful and beautifully relaxed in his sleep, and taking in his handsome features. It was always a challenge for you to keep your hands to yourself and abstain from caressing his cheek, or touching his scarred chin, or dragging a finger along his pretty and tempting lips. But you didn't want to interrupt his sleep. Not like that, at least.

An idea crossed your mind. You could surprise Arthur and make it up to him for yesterday. Make him wake up with your lips on his hardening member. You smiled to yourself at that thought when your hand, previously lying calmly on his steadily rising and falling chest, started its unhurried journey down his abdomen. Your fingers toyed with the last button of his union suit, but you decided not to undo it yet. Instead, you grabbed his still clothed dick and gave it a few strokes. Arthur purred in his sleep, then let out a soft sigh, but didn't wake up. His expression became even more serene though, his face looked so adorable now... Ah screw it, you thought, withdrawing your hand. You can get him off properly later, now just let him sleep.

Somehow you managed to slip out of his embrace and get out of bed without waking him. It was ten after nine, you saw on the clock, so you should still have some time to wash Arthur's clothes, and maybe even take a bath. You dressed up quickly, braided your hair, and having decided to go for washing the clothes first (so they could dry a little before their owner wakes up), you snatched them from the sofa, where you had left them yesterday.

Something caught your attention on your way to the door. Your own reflection in a mirror hung above the washstand. You hardly ever looked at yourself; not because you didn't like your appearance, but you rather found futile staring at your own visage absolutely pointless. You didn't have many occasions to do so anyway, as there weren't many mirrors in the camp. That was probably why you didn't even know you had changed so much. All that stress you've been living with, due to Arthur's condition and the situation the gang wound up in, made you visibly thinner. Not very much, but you could clearly notice it. And your face, you were barely able to recognize yourself; it seemed so sad and so tired, even though you just woke up well-rested. One look into your sorrowful eyes made it abundantly clear that all that madness, especially Arthur's illness, was taking a toll on you as well.

You didn't have much time to muse about it, as loud and heavy coughing broke out unexpectedly behind your back. You turned around immediately and rushed to the bed, flinging the clothes you were holding back at the sofa. You sat beside Arthur, who was strenuously trying to force out what was burning in his lungs.

"Hey, [Y/N]." He gasped out when his fit finally subsided.

"Hey, love."

"You awake already?"

"As you see."

"Well, at least I didn't wake you." He smiled mirthlessly, stifling yet another cough.

"You okay? Want me to go get you some water?" You cradled his cheek, checking if he was feverish. Luckily, he wasn't abnormally warm, nor showed any signs of excessive sweating.

"No, it's fine. I'm fine." Arthur put his hand atop yours, trying to provide reassurance. "What was you looking at there?"

"What?"

"In the mirror. You was standing in front of it for a while."

"Oh. I thought you was sleeping."

"Not since you left the bed."

"I just... saw my face there and it got me thinking. How these last few months changed everything. Me and you, mostly." You let out a weary sigh. "I just wish... that things were different. Like they used to be. I really miss our old days."

"You and me both. But sadly, you fell for a complete idiot who ruined everything because he hardly ever thinks about the consequences of his actions. Who can hardly think at all." A grim smile flickered across his face when he took your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. "And here we are. We knew it would end like that, sooner or later. With me dying and you mourning me-"

"You are not dead." You cut him off sternly.

"But I will be. Soon, probably."

"Please don't say that."

"You know it's true, [Y/N]."

Yes, you did. But you never let this thought take hold of you. You couldn't even imagine losing Arthur, not having him beside you when you fall asleep, not seeing his face first thing in the morning; being unable to talk with him about what bugged you or celebrate your small victories of the day together. The mere thought of not having him in your life terrified you so much that the only thing you could do now was cling to him and burrow your face into his arm, trying to hold back tears pricking your eyes.

How much time together you had left, you wondered, how many mornings like that, when you could just sit and talk, not giving a shit about the world around you? How many times you'll be able to cuddle up to him and feel his warmth, before death rips him out of your embrace? You didn't know, you couldn't know, and that scared you the most.

"You are not dead." You repeated, raising your head, your voice quiet and trembling with emotion. "You are not dead."

You didn't even know when your lips found his, clashing against them in a desperate and messy kiss. You were aware that you could possibly contract TB this way, but at that very moment you couldn't care less about that. You needed Arthur, you needed to feel him, feel that he was indeed alive and here with you. So you were kissing him passionately until you felt light in your head, clinging to him even more after he took you in his arms and pressed tightly against his chest.

You straddled him and deepened the kiss, pushing your tongue into his welcoming mouth. Arthur was kissing you back like a starved man and you could feel his arousal grow with every second of your makeout. He couldn't keep his hands to himself and touched you wherever they could reach. You purred contentedly when they grabbed and squeezed your ass, rewarding your man with a solid rut against his bulge. He let out a shaky moan and bucked his hips up to feel more so needed friction, grinding his hardening length desperately against your still clothed crotch.

"I want you, Arthur." You gasped out, trying to catch your breath between moans his moves elicited. "Oh fuck..."

"I'll take you from behind." He suggested, kneading your rear again.

"No, I want to see your face."

"And I don't want to accidentally cough in yours."

You snorted softly, resting your forehead against his.

"Okay cowboy, fair enough. We'll do it your way." You pecked his nose and dismounted him, taking in the effect you had on your man. Disheveled, panting, and sprawled in suggestively crumpled sheets, with that ravenous gaze he was devouring you with and a noticeable bulge between his seductively spread legs, he was a sight to behold.

A vile idea crossed your mind while fumbling with your buckle. You could give Arthur a little show and reveal your body piece by little piece, take your clothes off in a tantalizingly slow pace to whet his appetite even more. But one look at him made it obvious that it was completely unnecessary; it's been weeks since you two made love, his appetite was worked up enough at this point. And yours too, so you abandoned that idea and undressed as quickly as you could, throwing your clothes at the sofa. You could have just carelessly slung them on the floor, but you had to set a good example for your cowboy. You may be in heat and still have some manners.

"You too." You pointed at his underwear with your chin. "Off with that, I want to see you naked."

You were watching in anticipation as he undid the buttons, one after another, and shrugged his union suit off his arms. When he made sure your eyes were riveted on him, he slid it past his hips, revealing his half hard dick. You moaned excitedly when he gave it a few strokes, before removing his underwear completely and throwing it towards the sofa with a satisfied grin.

He didn't waste any more time; before you even opened your mouth to beg him to finally fill you, he crawled to you, caught you in his arms, and tossed on the bed. He managed to steal one more kiss before he rolled you over and positioned exactly how he wanted you - with your chest pressed against the mattress and your ass in the air. At that point, even without any proper stimulation, you were wet and wanting as hell. Arthur sure noticed that, but even though, he still took time to prepare you for his thrusting. He slid two fingers along your dripping slit, only to put them in you a moment later. He pumped them into your cunt in a steady pace, reveling in your soft breathy moans, and when he made sure he had you ready and aching for more, he withdrew his fingers and aligned himself with your entrance. Before he slipped in, he slid his now so deliciously hard dick up and down between your folds a couple of times, letting out a shaky moan when you moved in unison with him.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he finally entered you, with a firm thrust that left you breathless. Before you regained even a semblance of your composure, Arthur grabbed your hips and withdrew from you almost completely, then pushed into you again with full force. You felt so good around his length that he was nearly unable to control himself. He began rocking into you almost immediately, every thrust deep and forceful, followed by his guttural groans. And a muffled cough from time to time.

It felt amazing to be filled with his cock again, to feel it move inside your cunt. You tried to buck your hips towards his to get even more delicious friction, but his firm grip kept you in place. He intended to use you as he pleased and damn, that was hot. So hot that you had to bury your face in the sheets your hands were desperately clutching to stifle your wailing. Arthur didn't particularly like that, so he suddenly slowed his thrusting and reached for your arms. He forced you to lift your head when he pulled you up and pressed your back against his still pretty muscular chest.

"Let me hear you." He whispered softly in your ear and you nodded, purring contentedly when his lips sucked on your neck, leaving a mark on your skin.

His hips sped up their movements again, setting a steady rhythm, while his lips continued peppering your neck and arm with tender kisses. You definitely liked this position better - you could be closer with Arthur, feel his warmth and rapid heartbeat; he could freely explore your body, and he eagerly did. His calloused palms were tracing your sides up and down and kneading your breasts, while he fucked you in earnest, murmuring sweet words in your ear. The angle of his thrusts was perfect, his cock was hitting the right spot and sending sparks of unadulterated pleasure through your entire body with every move. You loved every second of it and let your man know about that by repeatedly crying out his name, not giving a single damn about the fact that the patrons sitting currently in the saloon downstairs probably heard it all.

"I'm close." Arthur groaned out, pulling you even tighter against his body and holding in place by wrapping his arm around your neck.

His thrusts became erratic, his desperate pounding made slapping sounds against your skin. You felt his hot ragged breath on the back of your neck, where he buried his face in a moment later to muffle his loud moan as he came hard, spilling his warm seed inside your cunt. That feeling set you aflame, you were so close, but still needed some additional stimulation to reach your orgasm. You begged in your thoughts that Arthur's hand would find a way between your legs, slink in there to rub your clit and make you come undone on his throbbing dick. Sadly, nothing like that happened. Your cowboy rode his climax out completely and then unexpectedly slipped out of your heat, leaving you empty and so cruelly unsatisfied.

"I'm sorry, love. I need a moment." He explained with an apologetic smile as he lay down on his back, trying to catch his breath. He also coughed a few times, covering his mouth with his wrist.

"It's fine. I think I can help myself here." You decided, ogling his post-orgasm body from head to toe, and straddled him. You felt his semen dribble out of you slowly when you sat on his lap, and it made you even more aroused than before, but you waited patiently until he rested a while and calmed his breathing.

When he seemed ready, you positioned yourself above his slowly softening, but still hard enough for your purpose dick, and grinded against it. You found the perfect angle pretty quickly and set a satisfying pace, making your clit slide up and down his gently pulsing member with the right amount of pressure. To your delight, Arthur wasn't only passively watching you work up your bliss; he propped himself up on one elbow and reached to your breasts, caressing them and rubbing your nipples with his thumb.

"Oh shit, fucking hell! Arthur!" You sobbed as you sped up the movements of your hips, rutting your bud vigorously against his shaft, while his hand played with your tits. It didn't take long before you threw your head back and wailed uncontrollably, as your orgasm hit you hard and spread through your body, shaking it and leaving you completely breathless.

When your ecstasy subsided and your wits came back to you, you felt remorseful for getting so carried away with your emotions that you let your desire take over you completely. You shouldn't have done this. Your moment of pleasure might have provoked another violent coughing fit, or even caused Arthur to lose his consciousness and worsened his condition. But one look at your beloved man, lying under you as relaxed as he hadn't been in weeks and beaming a contented smile at you, washed your guilt away. That moment of respite from all that shit going on around you lately, when all the problems went away and you could feel like all that mattered was you two, was probably worth the risk.

"You okay there?" You asked, dismounting your cowboy and plopping down beside him.

"Better than okay."

"Yeah, I can see that." You dragged a finger across his deliciously hairy chest. "So I don't have to apologize for jumping at you like that?"

"No. If someone should apologize for anything here, it's probably me. [Y/N], I'm sorry if I made you upset with what I said before. But I just want to be sincere with you instead of pulling the wool over your eyes and lying that I could get better, just to give you false hope. I won't get better, [Y/N]. And you know that."

"I do" You admitted somberly. "but a part of me, that idiot one I suppose, still believes in a miracle. Less with every passing day, but I still do."

You sat up and moved closer to him, feeling your heart flutter in your chest under his tender gaze, full of unadulterated love. Your hand cupped his face, his two days' worth of stubble tickled your thumb affectionately caressing his cheek.

"I don't know what future will bring to us." You whispered softly. "But I know for sure that whatever happens, I'll stay with you till the end."

"I know, [Y/N]. I trust you."

You pressed your lips against his, threading your fingers through his messy hair. Arthur kissed you back, gently and slowly at first, like he always did when you were alone and in post-coital bliss, but it turned into passionate and heated kissing very quickly. You didn't even realize when you landed under him, trapped in his arms and pinned to the mattress by his warm body.

You had no idea how much time with your beloved man you had left, but in that moment you made a decision to cherish every second of it, instead of wasting it by succumbing to your fears.

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