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magiccath · 1 year ago

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Mornings

tenth doctor x reader

Summary: In which you have a calming morning in with the Doctor

CW: a morning-after fic, so some NSFW content is implied, but no smut. Some disrobing later in the fic, but again no smut.

The Doctor didn’t really sleep, he didn’t need to. Then he started dating you, and the thought of you going to bed away from him was unbearable. He had taken to falling asleep with you in his arms, safe and sound. You had no reason to complain, you’d take any chance for a cuddle.

Slowly, he stirred awake, his eyes gently fluttering open. He smiled brightly at the sight in front of him. In all of time and space, he couldn’t imagine a better way to wake up.

You laid across from him, deep in sleep. The silken blue sheets rested slightly above your hip, leaning your bare legs covered from sight. His eyes traveled up your body, noting that sometime last night you had slipped one of his shirts on. He was torn between admiring you in his shirt and being upset that you had put anything on at all. He settled on the former. It made him smile - you, in one of his shirts.

Your hair was sprawled across the pillow, and your face was resting peacefully. It was times like this that the Doctor allowed himself to marvel at you. This beautiful being who loved him. Of all the people in the universe, you had chosen him.

You stirred slightly, pulling him out of his thoughts. Unconsciously you nuzzled into the pillow, searching for comfort. The Doctor smiled and brushed a hair away from your face. Not wanting to remove his hand from your face, he stroked your cheek gently. Without even thinking, he traced the words of a long-lost language into your skin. His thumbs brushed phrases like ‘I love you’ and ‘my love’ onto your skin in soft, concentric circles.

Desperate for you, he moved his face closer to yours, planting slow and delicate kisses on every inch of your skin. The crook of your neck, the rise of your chin, the arch of your cheekbone, the tip of your nose, the smooth skin of your forehead - anywhere he could reach.

The feather light brush of his lips slowly roused you from your sleep, your eyes eventually opening. The Doctor smiled brightly at you, pulling back to look at you. You were absolutely stunning to him in every single way.

“Good morning.”

You grunted and turned your head back into the pillow in response, still not fully awake. The Doctor chuckled and pulled you into him, his arms wrapping firmly around your waist. You slung a leg over his hips in response, comfortably draping yourself over the Time Lord. Happily, you nuzzled your nose into his neck. You breathed in his familiar scent, hints of cinnamon and freshly brewed tea calming your senses. You could stay like this forever, drifting in and out of consciousness in his arms.

His hands traveled up your - his - shirt, dancing his slender fingers across the bare skin of your back. His touch was warm and comforting, more than enough to urge you back to sleep. However, the Doctor had other ideas.

His lips fluttered around your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Coffee?” he whispered, his husky voice sending tremors down your body.

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head upwards to look at him. He was so handsome. Up close, you could map every single one of his thousands of freckles. Without thinking much about it, you let your fingers trace the lines between them, connecting the soft spots scattered across his nose and cheeks like constellations.

His hair was messy from sleep, but then again, it was always messy. The Doctor had a nasty habit of manhandling his hair at all hours of the day. As a result, the strands remained constantly tussled and spiky.

“Yes, please,” you uttered, hardly above a whisper. It took everything in you not to get lost in his eyes. Deep pools of chocolate brown that held hundreds of years of wisdom. He didn’t know it, but his eyes could be so expressive. You had spent long enough with him that they could give away his feelings in an instant, even if the rest of his face remained impassive.

The Doctor nodded and rotated you, freeing himself from your grip. You flopped onto your back, admiring him from the comfort of the mattress. You loved looking at him as he moved about, only vaguely aware of your admiring gaze.

He grabbed his PJ bottoms from the floor and slipped into them, doing a little hop to get them up over his hips.

You rubbed your eyes and started to get up to follow. It was hard to pull yourself out of the warm embrace of your bed, but you slowly managed to move. You slipped your body off the side of the bed and started to walk. Your legs, still sore from the night before, wobbled underneath you.

The Doctor laughed, admiring his own work with a smirk. If your legs were still unsteady hours later, then he had done somthng right.

“Shut up,” you snapped, shifting your weight on your shaking legs. The Doctor wasted no time picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He couldn’t help but pride himself in the fact that your legs were still wobbling. It was an extremely rare occurrence, but one of the many indicators that you had enjoyed yourself as much as he had.

“Oi!” you gasped, slapping his back. “I’m perfectly capable of walking!”

He only smiled in response, happily carrying you down the hall and towards the TARDIS kitchen. Eventually, you gave up and went limp. You didn’t get a say in this.

The Doctor made his way through the corridors of the ship proudly. Still carrying you, he entered the kitchen. It was a messy mix of human and alien, with all kinds of foods and appliances stored in random places in the room.

Gently, he set you down on the counter next to the coffee pot. There was a normal, human one, for you. Next to it, the Doctor had is own, less human, ways of making coffee. You said it tasted like space dirt, so he never made it for you.

You crossed your arms and glared at him as he mulled about, preparing your coffee. Silently, he scooped the coffee grounds into the machine, pressing the ‘on’ button.

“You suck,” you pouted. He smiled over his shoulder, knowing that you didn’t mean it.

While the coffee brewed, he occupied himself with you. Positioning himself between your knees, he planted more kisses across your face. Now that he wasn’t worried about waking you up, his kisses were firmer. His lips danced across the planes of your face, peppering loving kisses across it.

“You love me,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling on the soft spot behind it.

You couldn’t help but mewl into his touch, pulling him closer to you. The Doctor smirked against the base of your neck, biting down softly. He was right, you did love him. More than you had ever loved anyone in your life.

He trailed kisses back up your neck, hovering over your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut, leaning in to close the gap between your mouths. Ever the tease, he pulled away from you. You groaned loudly as he backed away from you, going back to the coffee pot.

You glared at his toned back as he prepped you a cup of coffee. He made it exactly the way you liked it. You shouldn’t have been surprised he knew you so well, but you always were. It was the small things that reminded you how much the Doctor loved you. A perfect cup of coffee in the morning, your favorite dinner after a long day, a comforting hand slipped into yours on adventures, those kinds of things.

He brought you the steaming mug with a kiss, letting his lips linger for a few moments. You sighed into it, more than happy to revive the affection and the beverage. Pulling away from you, the Doctor planted multiple chaste kisses on your lips, not wanting to sever the connection.

As he kissed you, he guided your arms over his shoulders, your hands clutching your warm coffee against the base of his neck. You rested your head tiredly against his shoulder, the coolness of his bare skin radiating against your cheek. He then urged your legs around his middle, placing his hands on the base of your thighs to support your weight.

Firmly secured to his front, the Doctor sauntered off back down the corridors of the ship. Without any suggestion as to where you were going, you closed your eyes and allowed the Doctor to carry you around.

He made his way to the bathroom, setting you back down on the counter next to the sink before milling about the room. He shut the door and turned the shower on, allowing it to heat up.

You drank your coffee happily as he slipped his PJ bottoms off, his underwear following. Shamelessly, you ogled at his bum.

You hid your wandering eyes behind the rim of your coffee cup. Still, the Doctor raised his eyebrows at you, having caught you staring. You blushed and turned away from him. You knew you were allowed to look, but it was still a little embarrassing getting caught. The Doctor giggled and kissed your cheek tenderly.

His fingers then made quick haste of the shirt you had thrown on last night, sliding it up and over your shoulders. The cold air of the bathroom chilled your exposed skin, sending goose pimples across your bare chest.

You took another drink of coffee if only to hide the scarlet flush that dominated your face. So this is how your morning was going to go?

The Doctor’s hands then slid your underwear down your legs, the action tantalizingly slow. You watched him with wide eyes, your coffee still clutched tightly in your hands.

Once you were disrobed, the Doctor stepped away from you. His eyes traveled down your body as they often did, admiring your entire form. He sucked in a sharp breath, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Then, without a word, he turned away from you and slipped into the shower.

You scoffed, he hadn’t even invited you in. Stubbornly, you remained on the counter. You sipped your coffee silently, awaiting an invitation to join the Doctor.

After a few moments, the Doctor popped his head out of the shower, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Well, get in here,” He gestured with his head, urging you into the shower.

You giggled and downed the rest of your coffee before slipping down from the counter, eagerly making your way to him. Once you were within reach, the Doctor snagged your arm and dragged you in after him with a mischievous smirk.

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prey-4-me · 1 year ago

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Whatever writing format works, reader is a hunter or warrior or whatever in some way or another and Feral got curious and is trying to “study” get just a bit closer to you each day and eventually tries courting you. Please and thank youuu 🫶🫶

Thx for this request! Hope you like it.

Feral predator x reader, smut lite, fluff

***

What were you doing? He studied you closely, watching you clean and reassemble some kind of… he thought oomans called them ‘rifles.’ What a strange ooman word. He shifted his weight, sitting down on the tree limb he’d been squatting on.

He’d watched you take the buck down with a single shot earlier in the day. It was an impressive animal and from an impressive distance. Then he’d observed you field dress and take your meat and trophy antlers with you. You appeared to be very strong for your size; although much smaller than him, you had packed out a fair amount of the deer.

Now you were in your domicile, some kind of log structure. It looked warm and cozy on the inside; a fire burned and cast a pleasant light onto everything. You turned off your harsh overhead lamp and the mood increased. He watched you curl up on the sofa and drink something steaming. Then apparently fall asleep. He grunted. Time to go; he’d been here far too long.

***

Today you seemed to be focusing on relaxing. You had chopped some wood in the morning, piquing his curiosity. He had camped near your home, with plans to follow you for a few days. Some scientific observation, he reasoned.

Drawn by the loud, echoing bangs, he was amused with how your thin arms swung the axe. You were very effective, but he still marveled at how strong you were despite your size.

Now you were swimming in a calm stream, splashing and dunking your head periodically. Were you cleaning yourself or just having a good time? He couldn’t tell. He studied your body when you finally got out of the water and laid out on the shore in the sun. Similar to a Yautja… interesting. He pushed the thoughts that came with that realization to the side.

Finally you dressed and headed back to your domicile. He snuck behind you, looking at your slight footprints and hearing you breathing and walking loudly through the forest. Ooomas were quite loud. It was endearing.

When you reached your log shelter, you went inside. He scaled the tree he’d become accustomed to sitting in over the past couple of days.

You fixed yourself a hearty looking meal and came outside onto the deck. Sitting down in a wooden chair, you put your plate on your lap and ate, looking out at the forest that surrounded you. You seemed content.

He tilted his head, wondering…

*** You were tracking something big. The weird thing was, you weren’t quite sure what it was. At first you had thought bear, but the path you were tracking wasn’t quite right. It also seemed… off. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it didn’t feel natural. You entered a small glade. The tracks abruptly stopped. What the hell. How could something this big just disappear? Suspicious, you turned in place slowly, eyeing the spaces in between the trees. You felt tricked. But by what? And for what reason?

You stopped abruptly. Something was shimmering in the forest. You couldn’t think what it might be - you had never seen anything like it. Suddenly, it moved. It appeared to be… moving towards you? Was it a cloud of shimmery gnats? No. It was something unnatural. You started to think about El Charro Negro and yelled, pointing your hunting rifle at it. It continued to advance, more and more taking the shape of a tall, broad humanoid. You stepped backwards quickly, still aiming at it, for whatever good it would do.

It walked into the glade, out of the shade. Shimmering and wavering in front of you, you could almost make something out. It appeared to stand in front of you unmoving. Waiting?

You slowly lowered your weapon. You sensed it was useless against… whatever this was. Suddenly it emitted a soft clicking noise. After a couple seconds’ pause, it repeated the same pattern of clicks. Confused, you listened closely. It repeated the clicks a third time, slightly slower.

“Are… are you a ghost?” You whispered.

It chuckled. You gasped; it was undeniably a humanlike laugh.

You stuttered, “Wh-wh-what are you?” It grumbled something, shimmering in the sun. You squinted at it. You could almost see…

“Hi.”

Stunned, your mouth fell open. Did this cloud of shimmer just greet you?

It grumbled again, then said softly in a gruff, deep voice, “Hello, ooman.”

Your rifled slid from your hands. Terrified, you thought of running. Suddenly it shimmered and wavered more than usual; then it stopped. Before you stood a 7 foot tall…? Humanlike… creature? You babbled insane thoughts out loud about spirits and aliens and schizophrenia.

“You’re nnnnot crazy…” It took a small step towards you. You tried to back pedal away but your legs were locked in place. It stopped advancing on you and put a large hand over its broad chest. “I mean you nnno harm.”

“W-what are you?” You squeaked out, nearly unaware you were talking aloud.

“I’m… an alien like you say.”

“Like from space?” You asked stupidly.

It grumbled a laugh. “Yes. Space.” It motioned to you to come towards it.

“Come. I will show you something.”

You still couldn’t move. It grumbled softly, tilting its masked face.

“Don’t be afraid.”

“What do you want?” Your entire body was trembling.

“To show you something.” It appeared to shrug.

You were rooted in place out of sheer terror. It seemed to sense this. It slowly approached you, both hands going to its head. When it was a few steps away, it stopped and pulled some tubes out of its mask. The mask hissed and clicked. It pulled the mask away from its head. Lowering it, it tilted its head and looked at you with soft eyes.

Shocked, you stared back into its golden, very humanlike eyes. It slowly clicked its mandibles and spoke quietly, “Don’t be afraid. I just wanted to…” it paused to shrug, “…say hi.”

You laughed a bit despite your fear. “An alien just wanted to say hi to me?” It grumbled in its own language, then nodded, “Yes. You are… impressive hunter. Now. Let me show you this thing.” It turned from you and strode away, its skin slightly shiny in the sun.

Suddenly unrooted, you picked up your gun and ran after it, calling, “But what? How far? Where do you come from?”

It laughed harshly, “So many questions.”

You calmed yourself as you followed a few steps behind it, single file.

“I’m from many solar systems away. Nnnow, don’t ruin the thing. Just come,” it grumbled amiably over its shoulder.

You followed along, wondering why you were obeying. Shouldn’t you be running? But why? It seemed friendly enough. It was speaking to you in your language. But what could it possibly want to show you?

After a short distance travelled in silence, it stopped and turned to you. “Here.” It pointed upwards. In it hung the Thing it apparently wanted to show you.

“A— a stag?” You stumbled over your words, “A huge one! Those antlers… wow.” You looked into the alien’s eyes. “Why show me this?” ”I saw your hunt the other day. It was a good hunt. This is my hunt.” It cut a cord and lowered the deer to the ground.

You marveled at the antlers. But what about the rest of it? Would it go to waste?

“I am taking it all back to camp. You want to eat with me?” It invited, nudging your upper arm gently.

“S-sure, but how do we get it back?”

“Mm. I will carry it.”

“All of it?” You were dubious.

Gruffly laughing, it bent and lifted the deer in its arms. Carefully putting it over its shoulders, it grumbled softly, “Come with me.”

***

You picked the plants it had instructed you to. Once you had an armful, you returned to its neatly kept camp. It was roasting a large portion of the deer while it cleaned the skull, careful of the trophy-sized antlers.

“What do I do with these weeds?” ”Weed? What is ‘weed?’ That is food… come, we will boil it and have it with the deer. Meat and something green, like mother says.”

You laughed softly, surprised by its talk of family and balanced diets. It grabbed some of your armful and stared to pull the leaves off the prickly stalks. “Come. Like this.”

You copied it, throwing the leaves into a little metal pot it had half filled with water.

“You are a fine hunter. You hunt often?” It asked casually, stripping a stalk of its greenery.

“When I can. I like to offset my food costs with it. And my neighbors too. Plus, being in nature feels so right. You know?” It grunted, nodding. “Yes.”

“You uh, come to Earth often?” You felt silly asking, but in this rare case it was a perfectly normal question.

“Nnno. It is far away and does nnnot have the best prey to hunt. But sometimes it is fun to visit a far away place.”

You smiled to yourself. This meal would be one of your more enjoyable ones in recent history.

*** You sat back, satisfied. The weeds had ended up being a delicious side to the gamey deer meat. Impressed, you asked how your dinner host had known.

“I read about the plants to eat here so I could try the local food.” It was picking deer out of its teeth with a twig.

You smiled again. “Have you ever tried Earth ‘junk food?’ I have some back at my cabin. We should eat that for a snack later.”

“Cabin? Is that your tree house?” You smiled wider, “Yeah, my house made of trees.” It grumbled, seeming pleased. Then it said in ooman, “Yes. I would like to try your garbage food.”

You laughed, “It’s just ‘junk food.’ Although I guess you could consider it ‘garbage food’ after this meal we just had.”

It stood suddenly. Taking a few large steps, it sat down next to you. Reaching behind you, it grabbed a log and placed it on the fire. Poking it, it grumbled softly, “You are… very… nnnice to look at.”

You blinked in surprise at the compliment. It turned its head, its golden eyes gentle.

“Th-thank you,” you didn’t know what else to say. It leaned back, “I saw you bathing the other day.” You got hot. When you were totally nude?

It continued, “Our kind… looks like that too.”

“Oh.” You were still wondering if it meant when you had taken your little bath, splashing and having fun.

“So…” It fluidly moved towards you. “I’m called Bakuub. It means straight spear. You are called?”

Shocked, you uttered your name. ”I like it.” It leaned into your space. It smelled like herbs and earthy, fresh soil. It touched your shirt. “I like this color.”

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, feeling strange. Why was it complimenting you so much? It released your shirt and leaned back. “Do you like the deer head?” It nodded at the skull, with its magnificent antlers.

“Oh, yeah. It’s really very impressive.” “It is for you.” Your eyes widened, “Huh?”

Bakuub winked at you. “It is a nnuptial gift. I read about it on Earth; the male is supposed to give the female something nnnice to… you know. Express interest.” He clicked at you.

“Omigosh, uh, thank you,” you straightened your spine. An alien was… flirting with you? He waited for you to continue. After a second, you said weakly, “So… you wanna go back to my… treehouse now? We could, uh. You know. Snack. And then, it’ll be late and and and— time to go to bed, and…”

Bakuub grabbed your hip and pulled you into his lap. He nuzzled his head into you, his dreads falling forward. You inhaled; he smelled wonderful. “We don’t need a bed to ‘go to bed,’” he crooned.

Your emotions scrambled in your mind. You leaned towards Bakuub, running your hands up his muscled torso. His skin was smooth and warm.

“I- I mean, that’s true…” you trailed off as your eyes met with his. You felt yourself leaning closer until you were kissing his cheek softly. He was watching you with hooded eyes. You put your hands on either of his shoulders and readjusted so that you were straddling him. Bakubb purred.

Shocked, you stopped moving and looked at him. He continued purring, a rich loud sound that made you shiver down to your bones. Instinctively, you rocked your hips against his. You felt his very human-like anatomy and groaned. His purring grew louder as he grumbled, “This is nnnnice…” His powerful hands gently gripped your waist as you ground down on him. Growing bolder, you kissed the side of his face again.

“That’s nnnice too…” Bakuub murmured, voice soft and rumbling. His fingers pulled at your clothing suggestively as he rumbled, “Let me show you some other nnnice things…”

“Like what?” You teased playfully, your hips moving.

“Oh, I can think of a few things I would like to show you.” His purring intensified. Giddy, you let him gently push you down onto his blanket.

Nature carried on around you as the two of you carried on long into the night, slowly unwrapping each other.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 5 months ago

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Okay for another rec. I know you are busy but I need to send you this before I forget it in like 20 minutes

Tangerine x reader smut and fluff?

You work with the Twins and over time you and tangerine develop a FWB sort of agreement. That is after missions and assignments you two always end up in a safe house where you blow some off some steam and come down from whatever hell you just went through.

After one smutty unwinding sesh, you can tell tangerine is still tense but exhausted. So without words you arrange yourself on one side of the bed and guise his heavy body to lie on you for a cuddle, you show him that it’s okay to be the little soon. You gently run you fingers through his hair and calm him down more eventually falling asleep. From then on, it’s rare and he won’t say it out loud but you know when he needs to to be held.

Im a sucker when guys are never used to that type of comfort. Never knew they can be the little spoon, or your weighted blanket. Like they are touch starved so when you show them that affection they are like WTF?! but melt into it.

frickin love LOVE love fics like this omg!! he so deserves it. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

GIVE IN TO IT.

tangerine x implied fem!reader — fluff/ comfort

word count. 453

summary. he’s not used to being the one to receive affections, so you take it upon yourself to change that after noticing he looks down (paraphrasing from the ask)

Tangerine is very rarely the kind of guy that’s open about the way he feels, about what is actually going on in his head. He often brushes off concerns and questions, dismissing any kind worry as he felt it wasn’t worth the hassle.

You learnt rather quickly through your no strings attached agreement, that he’s almost reluctant about being the one to receive love and care, and that he’d much prefer being the one to give. And though you both promised nothing else would come of this situation – that it would strictly remain physical, you couldn’t help but want to be the reason to let down his guard. To let him absorb that love he ever so clearly needs.

Safe houses after missions were the prime spot in which you’d both let off some steam – delve into your purely physical relationship.

But tonight, you could tell something was different with Tangerine.

After you both finished, he wasn’t like his usual self: he didn’t bring you in for a cuddle, he didn’t jump at the offer to clean you up, he didn’t paw at your hips – begging you to stay in his room for the night. He kind of just layed there, catching his breath, absentmindedly staring at the ceiling above.

It was a worrying sight really, and it wasn’t something you felt equipped to deal with. You’ve never had a chance to learn how to combat it before.

You knew he was tired, exhausted even. He looked as if something was weighing him down, like something was on his mind.

And so, you scooch into his side, slipping an arm under his neck – like you were repositioning him, silently instructing him to turn into you. At first, he’s rigid, almost reluctant to cave in.

But when you hum softly, it only gives him that push he needs to give into the touch. He rolls over so he’s on his belly, half of his weight resting on your side – the other half on the mattress, his arm draping across your middle.

You envelop your arm around his head, palm soft and gentle as it grazes over his hair, like the act was solely to soothe him. You other wraps around his back, stroking up and down his smooth, bare back, following the curve of his spine.

He sighs faintly at the touch, a gentle blissed exhale telling you it was what he needed. He just needed to be held, even if he didn’t know it himself.

And as you lovingly stroke him to sleep, soothing and calming and winding him down – you knew you had just passed a line. Past a point of no return in your sexual agreement.

Clearly, this was something more.

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salty-croissants · 1 year ago

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Rayman/Ramon x reader : suggestive scenarios 👀 ❤️

Thank you @theunalivegodd for the request !

Don’t worry , as long as it’s not fully nsfw I’m fine with occasionally writing suggestive stuff :)👍

Thank you for asking about it first though , I appreciate it ❣️

Not gonna lie though , I was a bit nervous about posting this one … hope I got everything right ;_;

Details : use of gender neutral reader ;

established relationships ;

presence of suggestive elements

Rayman 🧡

You released a sigh , staring at the ceiling of the bedroom while trying to keep your eyes open :

Rayman told you that he was going to be late tonight for an important interview that he absolutely couldn’t avoid ( Board of Directors orders , as per usual ) , but you were still determined to wait for him , even though you were quite tired yourself .

< Come on … just a little longer … he’s gonna be here soon … >

Your efforts were admirable , but eventually after a few minutes your head fell back on the pillow and you ended up falling asleep .

…

You weren’t even sure how long it had been , but at some point you woke to the familiar sensation of someone leaving a trail of kisses on your back , and a smile illuminated your face …

< Hmm … welcome back , Ray … ~ >

When you slowly turned around to look at your boyfriend , you couldn’t help but notice the sheer exhaustion on his face … however , judging by the spark in his eyes he was definitely very , very happy to see you after all those hours of work and stress .

< Thanks love … I missed you ~ >

Rayman’s hands travelled across your body , the feeling of his touch on your skin giving you butterflies .

Clearly both of you had been looking forward to this moment , and as you stared at each other it wasn’t difficult to tell where this was all leading up to …

< You look tired , hun … >

You heard him hum when you tenderly kissed his nose , something that you knew he always enjoyed a lot .

< Yeah … well , doesn’t matter now : I’m with you . >

Before you could even realize it , Rayman had positioned himself on top of you , smiling smugly in front of your surprised expression …

< Now then , y/n … why don’t I just show you just how much I missed you and your beautiful face , hm ? ~ >

You chuckled in response , your heartbeat speeding up in anticipation as he got closer …

< Go ahead Ray … I’m all yours ~ >

That answer was exactly what he needed to hear .

You bit your lip , barely managing to be quiet when he begun kissing his way down your neck …

It surely seemed like that night was going to turn out differently than what you expected , and you definitely weren’t disappointed about it .

Ramon 🖤

< Hiss - >

< Hold on Ram - that one looks painful … gimme a second . >

Ramon stared at you , his eyes following your movements while you used the bandages you had left to patch him up …

He felt slightly lightheaded now that the adrenaline of the fight was slowly fading away , and the realization that those Eden guards you just defeated could’ve easily killed the both of you if luck wasn’t on your side made him feel sick .

< Listen … I know you were trying to protect me back there , but almost getting killed because of it isn’t something I can allow you to do . >

You heard him sigh in response …

< y/n , I’m fine , this - agh —

This is nothing … >

Your boyfriend couldn’t bare to look up at you when he felt your gaze on him …

He knew you were upset , rightfully so .

< Sweetie , are you seriously saying that while bleeding all over the living room ? >

No answer …

< Ramon . I mean it .

Do you have any idea what would happen if I lost you ?

You’re literally all I have left , without you I’d … I … >

You took a deep breath , trying to calm yourself down despite the slight shakiness in your voice .

< I don’t know if I’d even have a reason to go on , do you understand … ? >

There was a moment of silence after that , and you could feel Ramon’s eyes on you …

Suddenly , his hands grabbed you and brought you closer to him , a muffled gasp leaving you when his lips met yours .

< R - Ram — >

When you felt his tongue slip in your mouth , you could barely even think straight anymore …

That series of rough kisses kept on going for quite a while , you now laying down on the couch with Ramon on top of you , until eventually you both pulled up to catch your breath .

You stared at him in awe , and he couldn’t help but smile while caressing your cheek with one hand .

< Heh … you weren’t expecting that , were you darling … ? >

< I … no , but it wasn’t unwelcome … >

Your expression softened when your hand lightly touched his bandaged waist …

< Are … are you sure you don’t wanna take some time to recover before doing this , my love ?

I wouldn’t want you to get more hurt , and - mm — ! ~ >

Your sentence met an abrupt end when Ramon decided to lower his head and leave a small bite on your neck .

< … you worry too much , y/n . >

There was a clear hint of desire in his voice now , and as he gently lifted your chin to look into your eyes you could see that he really did just want to make it up to you for being so wreckless that afternoon …

< Now , please just lay back and relax , okay ?

You need to be rewarded properly after all you’ve been through … ~ >

By the looks of it neither of you was going to be leaving that comfortable spot anytime soon …

Not like that thought could even cross your minds at that point .

#captain laserhawk #x reader #rayman x reader #captain lazerhawk rayman #rayman #ramon clh #ramon captain laserhawk #clh #cl rayman #gender neutral reader

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tiredofthehumanlife · 5 months ago

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Vincent and Gerald

Barbie dolls: Locklyle x gn!reader

Word: 1.6k

Summary: you have a stuffed animal that youre embarrassed about and don't want Lockwood to find out about it but halfway through the night your stuffy goes missing

Warnings: your stuffy is a bear named Vincent and that has nothing to do with me or my stuffed animals shut up, you have embarrassed feelings about having a stuffy (look at me when I tell you it's nothing to be embarrassed about I'm just using it as a plot device), gay people, you're in a poly couple idk?, kissing while you guys probably have like morning breath but it's not mentioned, Lockwood snores, Lucy is super sweet and Lockwood is sleepy, yada yada it's fine

Lockwood has struggled with sleeping for so long that he can barely even remember what a good night's rest feels like. Logically, he decided maybe his nerves would calm if he squeezed both his partners and himself into his bed. Maybe sleep could come to him easier if he was snuggled between his beautiful girlfriend, Lucy, and lovely partner, you.

After dinner one night, when you and Lucy were sitting on the couch and reading together, he suggested a sleepover. To which Lucy asked if he was four, and you said ‘Sure, baby.’. Lockwood found himself feeling faint, and now he was questioning if sleeping next to the two people who made him feel the most nervous was really going to settle his anxieties before bed.

Eventually, you three were all settling into his covers. You were laid on one side of the bed and Lockwood on the other with Lucy in the middle. Lucy was holding onto your arm, while she snuggled into Lockwood’s side.

You stared up at the ceiling, listening to Lockwood’s and Lucy’s breathing, you waited for them to fall asleep. While Lockwood hasn’t fallen asleep at an appropriate time in years, you haven’t fallen asleep without your lovely Vincent in years. Vincent was a stuffed bear that was just the perfect size for clutching to your chest. For whatever reason, with one snuggle from Vincent, you were snoozing away. You haven’t fallen asleep without out him for so long you’re not sure you can do it.

It felt embarrassing to still need a stuffed animal to fall asleep since you were no longer 6 years old so really all your stuffed animals should be burned by now. Lucy already knew, having woken you up in the mornings many times. Lockwood however was still in the dark. You weren’t entirely sure what his reaction would be. He wasn’t exactly the type to make fun of you and Lucy but some irrational part of your brain made you feel like he’d get disgusted with you.

You heard their breaths even out, you leaned over the edge of the bed and pulled Vincent out from under your jacket. You’ll just wake up early and hide VIncent before Lockwood wakes up. So with Vincent clutched to your chest and your arm pulled between Lucy’s, you quickly fell asleep. Your rest was lovely, and so was Lockwood’s, until your body jolted you awake.

You had a moderately bad dream and now you needed Vincent even more. You sat up to find Lucy had dropped your arm in favor of hugging Lockwood closer. They were wrapped together in a tight hug, Lockwood’s jaw dropped open as he snored away. You grimaced at the loudness before deciding Lockwood’s humor made up for the atrocious snoring. You glanced around the blankets surrounding you, no sign of Vincent. You must’ve knocked him off the edge of the bed in your sleep. You leaned over, looking down at the ground. All you saw was your jacket and Lucy’s house shoes. You frowned, leaning further over to peer underneath the bed. You found the shoe Lockwood said he lost two months ago, but not Vincent. You reached under the bed and flung his shoe towards the door so he’d “find” it in the morning.

It shouldn’t have caused as much panic as it did, but you felt your heart beating rapidly as you still couldn’t find poor lonely Vincent. You leaned over to Lucy, kissing her cheek before lightly rocking her shoulder. You glanced up at Lockwood. They were pressed together so closely that rocking Lucy meant you were rocking Lockwood. Lucy’s head pulled up, humming and squinting at you. Her hair was messy from wriggling around during the night.

“Hm? What? You okay? Ghost?” You soothingly rubbed her arm. Her words sounded as sleepy as she looked. You pulled away from her as she sat up from Lockwood’s grasp.

“Don’t wake up Lockwood, okay? I lost Vincent, I’m kinda freaking out a little.” You whispered, glancing at Lockwood’s still sleeping form. Lucy rubbed her eyes, nodding.

“Okay, it’s alright. We’ll find Vincent, baby, it’s okay.” Lucy said, rubbing your bicep. You did feel a little better with her comforting words. You gave her a light smile. She leaned forward, giving you a light peck. You appreciated it, humming into her lips. She pulled away, tucking the blankets into Lockwood’s side so he didn’t notice the lack of her warmth.

With you two trying to find Vincent and failing, your anxiety pressed into your shoulders more. You let out a breath, sinking to sit on the floor with your back pressed against the edge of the bed. Lucy moved away from the foot of the bed, deciding Vincent definitely wasn’t under the bed. She sat next to you, pulling you into a hug. Lucy’s hand made it to the back of your head, rocking you back and forth.

You were starting to find annoyance in the sound of Lockwood’s snoring. You tried to keep your tears quiet. Whether it was Lucy’s comforting whispers or your sniffling, Lockwood startled awake. His snoring cut off, replaced by him smacking his lips. You wiped at your cheeks before looking back at Lockwood. He was sat up, staring at you two in confusion.

“Floor convention?” Lockwood muttered, rubbing at his eye with the palm of his hand. Lucy sighed, opening her mouth to explain. You shook your head, looking into her eyes intensely.

“Don’t tell. I don’t want him to know.” You whispered though it didn’t really matter because Lockwood still heard. Lucy pressed her lips together in disagreement. Lockwood hummed, shuffling to the other side of the bed to look down at you two.

“Don’t tell me what?” Lockwood asked, staring at you. You shook your head. Lockwood tilted his head to the side. Lucy hummed.

“Tell him,” Lucy said. She phrased it like a demand but her tone was reassuring like she knew something you didn’t and just wanted you to be happy. You glanced back up at Lockwood.

“I can’t find my stuffed animal, and I can’t sleep without it.” You said all in one exhale, the words pressing together and staying hushed. Lockwood looked away from you, running his hand through his bed head. He glanced around the room, before nodding.

“Okay? What does it look like?” Lockwood asked, leaning back to rest on his palms. You looked back at Lucy, she gave you a small smile before nodding.

“He’s a bear.” You whispered, feeling taken aback that he really didn’t care. Lockwood nodded again, pulling himself off the bed. He started searching through the blankets, picking up the pillows to look under them too. You and Lucy stood up from the floor and helped look too. You looked under your small pile of clothes before moving to look around the walls. Maybe you just flung Vincent really far.

“Found it.” Your head spun around at Lockwood’s voice. There he was, your lovely boyfriend holding out beautiful Vincent. You gasped, rushing across the room to take Vincent out of Lockwood’s hands. You hugged Vincent to your chest before realizing Lockwood was still in front of you. You looked up at him. He gave you a warm sleepy smile.

“You really don’t care?” You asked, pretending like you weren’t covering up Vincent’s ears. Lockwood shook his head.

“Why would I care?” You shrugged, feeling more and more silly as time went by.

“Well, I guess you would think I’m a little old for a stuffed animal. Kinda weird, no?” Lockwood’s eyebrows pinched at your words. He gave you an overdramatic frown.

“do you consider me weird?” Lockwood asked. You glanced down at Vincent to silently ask if he understood what was going on.

“No?” Lockwood held up one finger, before moving towards his bedside table. While he was digging in the bottom drawer, you noticed Lucy was already wrapped up in the covers, lying in the middle of the bed. She looked to be already asleep but you were pretty sure she just wanted you two to join her already. Lockwood turned around with his very own stuffed animal. It was a giraffe with a slightly floppy neck and embroidered smile. Lockwood held it to his chest as he walked to your side again. His giraffe was a little bigger than Vincent, but still looked huggable.

“This is Gerald. He’s a giraffe, obviously. My parents gave it to me, I sleep with it a lot. Especially when I miss them. I would never judge you for something so trivial.” Lockwood said, holding Gerald out so you could see it properly.

“He’s Lovely. You’re lovely.” You said, smiling at him. You felt a little silly for stressing so much when Lockwood had his own stuffy. He leaned forward, lightly rubbing the tip of his nose with yours. You closed the space, meeting his lips. Lockwood hummed, before pulling back.

Lockwood took a step back before sticking Gerald out. You held out Vincent, making their embroidered noses touch. Lockwood nodded.

“They’re in love, too.” He muttered. You agreed.

“Oh yes, Vincent is deeply committed to Gerald.”

“We should get Lucy one,” Lockwood said, walking to his side of the bed. You nodded, following his lead and walking to your side of the bed.

“You should get me a million dollars, is what you should do,” Lucy mumbled, her voice muffled by her pillow. You pressed Vincent to your chest before throwing your arm over Lucy’s side.

“I’ll add that to your next paycheck, darling,” Lockwood said, resting his arm over yours. Lucy made a sound similar to a squeal.

“I’m excited,” Lucy whispered. You glanced down at Vincent, so glad to have him back in your arms. You really should get Lucy one so her stuffy, Vincent, and Gerald could go on stuffy dates.

#anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lockwood #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood x reader #lockwood x you #lockwood netflix #lucy carlyle #lucy carlyle x reader #locklyle #lockwood x lucy

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whumpy-wyrms · 1 month ago

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cannot stop thinking about how whumpy it must’ve been when i was given the anesthesia and passed out earlier. like even before the laughing gas i was SHAKING and TREMBLING in fear i fucking HATE needles. but i was also smiling the whole time because my fear response isn��t fight flight fawn or freeze it’s just. to laugh. for some reason. anyway after i got the laughing gas i was smiling and giggling even more and also shaking a lot more in both fear of what was gonna happen and also probably the laughing gas. they told me to take deep breaths which i did, still freaking out though. i started panicking even more when they put the IV in my arm, like wow that was horrifying i must’ve looked sooooo scared wooow.. so much fear.. (whumpers you know where to find me). anyway i eventually followed their advice and took deep breaths, knowing that it would make the laughing gas effect me quicker, but i did it anyway because its all i could do.

(more under the cut because i couldn’t shut up and this got long)

and guys. guys. THEN. then i started thinking about Anton and imagining i was his test subject and he was just doing an experiment on me and let me tell you. the way pure CALMNESS just WASHED over my entire body. like before i walked into the room i was like “anton save mee save me anton haha lol”. and then anton DID save me. in a way. but yeah i mean i KNEW that would happen because thinking about anton literally always calms me down anyway but i just thought that was funny lmao. woow

okay so then they injected me with the anesthesia. i don’t think i really felt it. then they put a rubber thing in my mouth to keep it wide open, and i was just thinking “haha wow they gagged me that’s gotta be one of my favorite whump tropes.” i just stared straight ahead (i couldn’t really turn my head anyway with the way the chair was set up), struggling hard to keep my eyes open, breathing really deeply, barely able to form a coherent thought.

i do NOT remember falling asleep. like one moment i was sitting there eyes wide and breathing heavily, staring at the doctors on either side of me, and the next i was like all woozy flopping around in the chair, head lolling to the side as the doctors were telling me to wake up. it was sort of a blur, i had NO idea what was going on at ALL. i remember slurring as i talked, telling the doctors i wanted to keep my wisdom teeth. they laughed and asked why and i just kept repeating that i wanted them to let me keep them (they did let me keep them! i’m gonna put them in a little jar like a mad scientist). then i kept asking for my phone and they gave it to me. they put me in a wheelchair to take me to the car because i could NOT walk, i was stumbling around, completely unable to stand or sit up straight, and when we got to the car i just flopped into the passenger seat like i was DIZZY. and i was also a bit nauseous. blood in my mouth and all that. oh i also had gauze in my mouth which definitely made talking a lot more difficult

so i really barely talked, i don’t think i said much else which i’m kinda happy for because i was high as FUCK and did not wanna ramble about a bunch of weird oc lore to my mom. i KNOW i would’ve talked about anton and/or silas nonstop. but i just went on my phone instead which is when i made all those posts from earlier LOL. those typos were genuinely not on purpose at all. i could not type. i’m being fully serious.

here’s a screenshot from my discord server of me attempting to type “holy shit i can’t type.” and as you can see, it was, well, TRUE

anyway yeah i just curled up in my seat on the car ride home, i wasn’t on my phone much because i was still really tired and it was hard to keep my eyes open and stay awake. the car seat was leaned back really far so i was laying down and could not see out of the car windows (but my eyes were closed so it didn’t really matter). but i just remember feeling every turn of the car and trying to guess where we were driving as if i was a whumpee who’d just been kidnapped and was trying to memorize the directions. as you can tell i knew this situation would be whumpy as fuck and didn’t hesitate to make a bunch of silly connections.

so then we got home and there’s not much else that happened. i just took a lot of pills and washed out my mouth and put more gauze in and then went to sleep. it didn’t hurt that much at all because of. the drugs and stuff. i slept for a long time and woke up feeling back to normal, in the way i wasn’t high af anymore. yeah so now my mouth kinda hurts but i have painkillers so it’s fine. i ate lasagna like 20 minutes ago. i’m probably not supposed to eat lasagna. i did it anyway (i took very very teeny tiny nibbles it was very basil core).

anyway that’s it i think! dunno why i wanted to share this whole experience but i thought it was kinda funny the way i kept finding whump in everything hahaha (like i said, my actual fear response is literally to LAUGH and GIGGLE at everything in fear. this needs to be used more in this community imo. and i think… i have a new oc for that actually…. teehee….. ominous.. very ominous dot dot dots…..)

but really this isn’t as bad as i thought it’d be. it’s gonna suck to eat a bunch of soft food and stuff but overall it’s not bad. at least for me. obviously this was only my experience and everyone’s will be different. i do kinda see the humor in everything whenever i’m in a bad or painful situation so that might also be why this is easier for me, idk! hope u all found this at least a little entertaining because i know i did haha

#wyrms says stuff #wyrms lore #wisdom teeth removal #medical whump #drugging #surgery #emeto mention #blood #whump #irl whump #whumpblr #whump community #crack whump

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cyncerity · 4 months ago

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First story of the Hiraeth AU!! i go back to uni tomorrow so i wanted to get one more story out before then lol

no tw!! just a short intro story (i’ll get into other characters and worldbuilding later, this au is more for funny sitcom scenarios than angst or lore. feel free to send asks!)

Ranboo did not remember it being this god damn cold when he went to bed. Sure he had cracked the window a little bit for some fresh air, but in the few hours he’d been asleep, a blizzard must have hit. He quickly got out of bed and slammed the window shut, still barely awake. Enderchest meowed at him, large yellow eyes glowing in the darkness of his dorm room. Poor cat, the cold must’ve woken her up, too. He shuffled over to her bed and pet her, receiving happy purrs as she belatedly fell back asleep. She’d been up half the night calming Ranboo down after a particularly stressful day, so she deserved good rest as much as he did. Ranboo checked the clock. 4:17 am. Great.

He sat back on his bed, flopping onto his back with a tired groan. He laid his head against the pillow, trying to calm his thoughts enough to fall asleep. He laid and counted forwards to a hundred, then backwards, then forwards again for good measure for who knows how long until-

he heard something shuffle.

It was quiet, he hadn’t have heard it if he was fully asleep. So he waited a little while longer…until he heard more shuffling. Great. Fucking awesome, was there a rat in his dorm room? Did his dorm room have an infestation? Fantastic. Well, he was already awake, might as well do something about it. Maybe he could catch it for Aimsey, they would love to see a wild rat, there was a reason they were studying animal sciences.

Ranboo waited a little longer, closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep. He heard the shuffling move around a bit more before moving closer and closer to his bed. He heard a quiet scratching, and then all of a sudden he heard something climb onto his bedside table. He felt around until he found something to catch it with; a blanket that sat folded squarely near his hand. Perfect. Couldn’t be easier.

Ranboo sprung, throwing the blanket over the desk, sweeping up not only the rat but his alarm clock and charging phone. But he caught the rat, that he was sure of. The creature was clawing and screaming in the blanket he was holding, so it probably couldn’t stay in there. Ranboo walked to Enderchest’s carrier in the dim moonlight as he grabbed the moving thing from outside the blanket, dropping his other items to the floor before throwing the creature into the carrier and zipping it shut. It could stay in there until morning before he could get it to Aimsey.

The thing eventually stopped screaming when it wasn’t being held anymore. In the darkness of the room, Ranboo vaguely saw a tail exit the blanket and pointed ears stick out another end. Great, a rat, he was right. He turned back to go to bed, tired of being awake for so long until-

“Hey!!” a higher voice rang out and Ranboo whipped around. Nothing. No one. He could have sworn it sounded so close. Maybe he was just hallucinating from lack of sleep. Professor Sneeg had been assigning more work and Ranboo had been losing sleep to not fall behind, but-

“Hey, wait!” There it was again. “…hello?” Ranboo whispered, unsure if he was actually hearing someone or if it was all in his head. “Hey dickhead! Let me out!” “…what?” Ranboo questioned, looking around. “Down here, dumbass.” Ranboo looked down, only spotting the carrier on the ground. “No, no..” he muttered to himself, sighing. “The rat’s not talking to me, i’ve finally lost it.” “Who are you calling a rat?!” The thing, apparently not a rat, shouted. Looking closer, Ranboo could see eerily human paws (hands?) pressed against the front mesh of the carrier. “…No fucking way.”

Ranboo kneeled down, picking up his discarded phone and looking closer at the carrier. He saw a silhouette of something in the carrier, eyes reflecting back and looking back at him. He took a deep breath and turned his phone flashlight on.

Ranboo had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep from yelling. Whatever was in that carrier was not a rat, not by a long shot. “Try not to freak out.” The thing said a little sarcastically, and oh god, it really can talk. Ranboo fell backwards, scooting away from it. “Wh..what the fuck??” He whispered. God knows the last thing he needs on top of this is a noise complaint. “Can you let me out?” The thing asked again, looking annoyed with its vaguely humanoid face. The top half of its face was covered in blonde fur with darker fur under its eyes and on its nose, somewhat reminiscent of a raccoon. Its clawed hands were fur covered, and Ranboo noticed a disproportionately long tail coiled on the ground near its animalistic feet. It’s eyes were pure black, and behind long rounded ears he could see a long puckered scar and shorter fur on the back of it’s head, like it had been shaved down a while before. But that wasn’t even the weirdest thing. The weirdest thing was that it was clothed. It was wearing layers of dirty, sewn rags and bandages with stitches too little to be done by human hands. It had made itself clothes. Plus, the way this thing carried itself? The way it moved and spoke? It was undeniably, eerily, human.

“What the fuck are you??” “That’s for me to know and you to not find out. Let me go.” “No.” Ranboo said, inching back closer to get a better look at it. “The fuck you mean no?! You can’t trap me here!!” It responded, getting louder in its frustration. Ranboo hurriedly shushed it, the creature’s ears perking and head quirking in confusion. “Quiet! Why are you even in my dorm room?” “Have you seen what it’s like outside? I don’t have the supplies to survive a storm like that. Your room just happened to be the easiest to break into.“ “So you break into my dorm and complain about getting caught?” Ranboo asked, and the creature slumped in defeat. “This has never really happened before. I’m normally sneaky enough that I’ve never even spoken to someone else.” “You mean a human?” “Uh, yeah…definitely. And i’ve certainly never been caught, either.” The creature said, a smug grin forming on its face. “You said to be quiet, huh? How about if you don’t let me out, I scream so loud it’ll wake up everyone in this whole building.” “Try it and i’m throwing the cat carrier outside.” The creature’s grin fell immediately.

“Aw, c’mon man! I told you, I don’t have anywhere else to even go! It’s not like i’m leaving here in a blizzard!” “If you’re not leaving, then I’d like to know where you are. I don’t want you roaming my dorm while i’m asleep.” Ranboo said with a sense of finality as he stood up and walked back to his bed. He checked his phone. Almost 5 am. Only about 6 hours till his next class. Maybe he could skip, he’s sure Charlie would understand. “Wh- how am I even supposed to sleep in here?!” he heard the creature shout, despite the fact that he could no longer see it from his bed. “Shush. You have a blanket.” He could practically see the creatures disgruntled look as he heard it mutter curses to itself before finally using the blanket that had been used to capture it as a makeshift bed.

Maybe it was the exhaustion making Ranboo take all of this far too well, but Ranboo honestly couldn’t care more about this weird new little species at the moment. He just needed the sleep. And who knows, maybe he’d wake up and the cat carrier would be empty and he’d know he was crazy. He didn’t care right now. Though, right now he knew it was real, and he felt a little bad that he was keeping a clearly sapient creature in a cat carrier. He also felt a little bad that he was just calling it ‘the creature.’ “My names Ranboo, by the way. Uh, i’m a guy but i also use they sometimes, i guess?” He introduced awkwardly. There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, before it answered. “Tommy.” it said, sounding resigned. “My names Tommy, I don’t really know but I guess i’m a guy cause. Why not.” Ranboo couldn’t help but laugh slightly at that. “It’s nice to meet you, Tommy. Sorry i threw you in a cat carrier.” It, or he, Ranboo supposed, laughed in response. “Well, let me out tomorrow and we’ll see if I forgive you.” “I can do that. Good night, Tommy.” “Night, Ranboo.”

Yeah, Ranboo thought as he fell asleep, If Tommy really isn’t a hallucination, tomorrow is gonna be weird.

#yay new au that i actually wrote something for!!#hiraeth au #cyncerity #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #tiny!tommy #giant!ranboo #idk why a lot of my aus have revolves around allium duo lately lol

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 1 year ago

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Can I Stay? (A Baekhyun Story) Part 13.

Pairing: You x Baekhyun

Rating: M (Mature Content)

Word Count: 9.1K

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Aftercare. Unhealthily obsessive love, probably pathological. Boundaries? What are those? Park Chanyeol being annoying.

A romance between two adults with an unspecified age difference between them, an English story that uses the word Noona for lack of another word in English that carries the same feeling, if you don’t like this, then don’t read this story.

Tag list: @andimoon @his-mochi-cheeks

Links: Part 1, ….Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

You couldn’t stay in this bed with him. Your resolve was much too shaky for the sticky humidity that was building between the two of you and it was too early to fall asleep. You hadn’t even showered. You didn't have any extra clothes here either and you had a real work day tomorrow.

This whole thing was extremely impractical.

Yet actually getting up and pulling yourself out of his warm arms and actually walking across that large room to somehow find the exit felt like a solo journey on a small sailboat across the ocean. Just stupid to try alone and probably impossible.

Plus you hadn’t yet had a chance to see the whole house. Imagine, an entire room dedicated to a single statue, what kinds of other insane sights were waiting to be seen. It would be such a shame to miss it.

He had kept his hands to himself outside of the tight hug on this bed, and your own body had calmed down enough for some thoughts other than sex to eventually flit into your mind, even if you could feel how very messy and affected you were just from all of that tension and unresolved desire from the car, and frankly just from being this close to this man.

“Okay,” you said after holding your breath for long enough, after distracting your mind for long enough, after coming to terms with the fact that you would not be getting any sort of actual relief today, tomorrow, the day after, or for the rest of the week. It just wasn't happening. Your mind had accepted this and your body would simply have to accept it as well, “show me the bathtub. Let’s take a bath.”

It didn’t sound like he had fallen asleep, but it took him a few moments of quiet breathing to respond.

“Naked?” He said the same thing you’d said when he suggested it earlier, “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“You can lend me some clothes. At least a shirt. We definitely won't have sex.”

You were looking up into his face and he was looking down at you with his wandering brown eyes that floated all over your face.

He lifted a single eyebrow and gave his head a tiny shake.

“Noona, don't take this the wrong way and I love you so fucking much, but I think you might really be crazy.” He lifted a hand and he rubbed it roughly over his face.

A small laugh broke from your chest. Maybe he was right, but you were simply too invested in this charade now. You were too far in denial for much reason to make it through your thoughts.

“You suggested we take a bath earlier.” The accusation came out in a half chuckle and Baekhyun sat up on his arms on the bed beside you.

“Well yeah, that was … before,” he said with his lips pulled into a small wince and his eyebrows pulled down low, “when there was still some hope,” he rolled his eyes upward and his head wiggled back and forth with the little admission, “— you must think I am stronger than I am. I just got it back under control. Are you actually trying to kill me?” He was really going now. The frustrations must be getting to him.

“What kind of shirt,�� He had turned his torso, lifted a hand and made a sweeping motion over the length of you, “do you think you can wear in the bath with me?”

“Just give me a long one,” you said with a shrug.

He had closed his eyes and lifted his hand over his face again, only this time he was rubbing his temples with his middle finger and his thumb.

“Oh..just a long one she says, why didn’t I think of that.” He was talking to himself. You pouted your lips at him and his eyes opened and he looked over at your face for a moment. He was pushing himself off the bed. You definitely heard a bit of attitude on his voice now, with the sarcastic responses and the mumbling. He had disappeared behind the glass partition but you were certain you heard him say something about a whole month’s worth of blue balls in one night.

He was gone for a moment and you sat with your legs curled up into your chest on his bed, seriously beginning to question this entire plan. The abstinence thing. Was it really supposed to help with the attraction you felt for each other? Weren’t you already in much too deep with him right here, about to get into the bath together, what difference did the sex make, you’d been touching and kissing and holding each other all night.

Maybe this was just uncessarry torture.

But you’d already taken it this far. He’s already promised to be the strong one. What kind of a spineless asshole would you seem like if you backed out now?

You couldn't keep pushing and pulling him around according to your whims of the moment. It was time for you to just stick with what you had decided, even if no matter how much you thought about it, it was really very stupid for you to genuinely believe that you could fix anything by withholding. If anything, the no sex rule seemed to only make you want him more.

A white flash of fabric flying at you caught you off guard and made you flinch. A soft white cotton shirt landed in your lap.

Baekhyun was standing with his arms on his hips staring at you curled up on his bed.

He lifted his chin, motioning toward the shirt, “Go ahead.” His voice challenged. “Let’s see the magic shirt.”

He knew what you were. You knew what you were. You were a crazy person.

You were wavering. You were wrong. This wasn't something that would simply go away because you didn't give into it. You were sitting here in his home, in his bed with about as high an attraction as you’ve ever felt for any other human being and you suddenly wanted to give up. No amount of abstinence was going to make this go away.

You stood up, holding the shirt in your hands. Baekhyun was standing in the same spot but his arms were crossed over his chest now as he leaned against the wall with his eyes on you.

You could feel an unsteadiness in your limbs and your fingers fumbled with the button of your dress shirt. You got it open and the next three followed. You knew you were wearing the red bra below this shirt and your eyes pulled up into his. You’d half expected him to turn around, or make some effort to avert his eyes as you undressed, but he was frozen, watching as you took the dress shirt off and slipped your hands into the sleeves of this plain white t-shirt.

At least he didn’t get the full view. You managed to remove the bra, the skirt, and your underwear all from beneath this shirt. It was long enough too; the hem fell just mid thigh. It kind of just looked like you wore a comfy sleep shirt that just happened to belong to him and sure, maybe you were completely naked below it, but that didn’t have to mean you were about to have sex with this man in that bathtub.

Baekhyun groaned into his hands. He was covering the bottom of his face with both of them. “I can’t do this,” he whispered. “I said I would be the strong one.” He said with a hopeless laugh erupting from his chest. It was the sound of a man who had given up his sanity. The sound of a man who was doomed.

“I’m — I’m,” He inhaled a deep and trembling breath, placing a flat palm on his chest, “I’m not stronger than this. Why did I bring you home? Why did I put you in my bed and then put you in my shirt?”

His complaints tugged at your heart and the three steps you’d taken in his direction stopped. You had been struggling on your own with the desire but hearing his words a mirror of your own heart’s struggles shed even further light unto just how flawed your shoddy plan had been.

“What if we just stop the stupid plan? Baek, I think I was wrong.” You said suddenly. Baekhyun’s eyes landed on your face up from where his eyes had been roaming down the length of you. His lips that had been hanging open since his earlier complaints pulled closed and he inhaled a breath and turned his head away from you.

“It’s just a week,” you heard him say. His jaw clenched down hard enough for you to see the muscles in his face surge.

“Haven’t we tried it enough already though… hmm?” You felt a single eyebrow lift on your forehead with your small question that made your cheeks burn with the blood that rushed just under your skin. You felt so silly now; vacillating so damn easily in front of him. What must he think of you; his flighty, wishy-washy girlfriend.

“I wasn’t…I wasn’t trying to convince you. I’m just struggling. I’ll get over it. If you’ll forgive me for anything you see me going through in the bath. Just — don’t touch me at all, I really mean that.”

He was moving. He was turning quickly away from where you stood beside his bed wearing nothing but his shirt and he had made his way off, disappearing through a doorway. This must be where the bathroom was.

Your legs carried you and your entire body felt on fire all over again.

You wanted him. You wanted so much that you were beginning to feel desperate for it; every cell in your body ached for him to touch you and watching his back retreating as he walked away from you made you ache for him even more. You wanted to run to him; to tell him you were wrong about all of it; beg him to touch you and to love you. You burned for it.

Maybe the water would extinguish the flames.

The bathroom was well lit, enormous, and lavish with entire separate sections made of floor to ceiling marble. Some closed off rooms had labels. You walked by something that said wet sauna, something else that said dry sauna, all the while as you walked you passed multiple counter spaces with drawers, nooks, shelves, some benches, some chairs. You passed dual showers with multi shower heads in them that had also had several slots in the ceiling that looked like you might just open an entire waterfall onto your head if you pulled the wrong lever. The entire thing was excessive. You couldn't believe he was calling this a bathroom, this was a private spa. It was way too much for one man living alone and you couldn't help but gasp when you turned a corner and the space opened up and there was one wall lined with wall to wall glass windows overlooking a view of a river bank. You’d never seen anything like this and for a moment you felt transfixed by the nighttime beauty. You hadn’t even known this house sat on the river and that there was so very much of this property that was untouched by the chaos of the busy smashed together buildings of this big city.

You could hear the rush of water running somewhere beyond this room you were standing in. You were almost afraid to take a step into the room with the bathtub, but your curiosity was burning you from the inside as you followed the sound.

You’d caught sight of his back. You had made it through that maze of countertops and vanities, past all of the showers and you had taken in all you could stand of the breathtaking view, your journey must have taken a bit longer than you realized because you caught sight of the back of the man. He was seated facing away from you, already inside the tub. There was clearly plenty of space for you to sit opposite of him and you didn’t even really have to touch him if you didn’t want to. Your first steps into this room where the large bathtub sat in the center was surrounded by more marble and you were hardly even surprised by the sliding glass door that led to some sort of outdoor pool that seemed to disappear over the edge of the horizon. You saw the heap of his clothing and while you could clearly see the clear skin of his back which told you that no, he wasn’t taking a bath in clothes like you were, another step closer to the clothes pile told you that he was completely naked in there. A pair of underwear sat on the very top.

You felt silly now, desperately clinging to this white shirt as if the act of taking a bath with your assistant in itself wasn’t just as incriminating as anything else you both have done together. As if you could somehow overpower the incredible desire with white cotton.

Your stupid plan had been such a weak attempt at controlling your emotions, and you had been such a failure at it too. It was a flimsy grasp at finding something to blame for this. As if the sex wasn’t just a symptom of a deeper thing that was happening inside of you. You wanted him. You felt so desperate for him that it was painful. You wanted all of him and you wanted so much from him that you struggled to define this feeling of deep, all consuming want that had taken over your once rational mind.

Whatever it was, it was more than desire. It was even more than love. It was coursing through your veins as if your blood cells had been infected; as if the bits that made up the cells in your body; the spaces in between the atoms of the matter that composed you were pulled, and ripped, and magnetized by him.

You wanted to consume him like a drug. You wanted him to flow through your veins into your brain and make you high and you wanted him again and again.

You rounded the tub. The water was crystal clear straight through to the bottom of the white porcelain. You could tell the water was warm with the light steam wafting up. Baekhyun sat with his arms over the sides of the tub, making no attempts to hide any bit of himself from you; his head turned and his eyes followed where you moved until you had stepped up and pointed a toe into the water as you quietly entered the tub, sitting on the opposite side. He had the view of the infinity pool and the nighttime city scape beyond the winding river’s edge behind your shoulders but you had arguably the better deal with his beauty in front of you.

The water rose and rippled as you stepped in and while there was plenty of room in this deluxe sized tub for two, you still crossed your legs, making yourself small enough so you didn't have to touch him too much. He’d warned you earlier that you probably should not. Still, your skin burned for it.

The water was very warm. It soaked quickly into the shirt and rivaled the heat that was already all over your skin. The cotton of the shirt floated around your skin and you allowed your body to sink below the water, closing your eyes and releasing the tension in your shoulders with a tiny moan as you let yourself sink. This was the biggest bathtub you’d ever seen and when you sunk so much that the water moved over your head and soaked the top of your head you felt the undeniable warmth of human flesh below your crossed legs. You quickly pushed yourself up and back over to your side of the tub; wiping the water from your face with your hands you looked across the surface of the ripples into his face.

Baekhyun watched you without saying a word. You’d noticed his hair was dry and a glance around didn’t give you any signs of any such things as soap or shampoo.

“Do you have any soap?”

Baekhyun’s focus was shaky. And after a few breaths he shook his head and inhaled while pointing a slim finger toward one of the cabinets on a wall.

“There should be some in there. I forgot it. I’m not exactly in my right mind.”

Your eyes followed where he pointed and then you looked down over the length of your body in the now soaked and rather transparent white t-shirt.

When your eyes found him again he was watching your face with that same shaky focus; a hand lifted up as he touched his fingertips lightly over his pouting pink lips.

“Do you want me to get it or are you going to get it?”

You shook your head lightly. Whose self control was to be tested more at this moment? You pushed with your feet, instantly feeling the wet fabric cling to your body as you stood up. You’ve been around this earth long enough to know that this shirt, while it gave the illusion of cover while dry, was now nothing more than sheer silk draped over you like a marble statue of your bare body.

His eyes were wild and he bit down hard on his finger with his white teeth as he took from what you gave him.

It all felt lost. All of the resistance and denial had been fruitless.

You stepped out of the tub and walked a wet path to the cabinet he had pointed to. Inside you found an assortment of high end shampoos and soaps. You blindly grabbed at them. You weren’t familiar with any of these brands.

When you returned, you’d placed all of the bottles on the floor beside the tub. His hands tightly gripped the sides of the porcelain and he watched you with vividly desperate eyes. He seemed to be breathing much too hard for someone who was supposed to be relaxing in a warm bath.

You felt done. You no longer wanted to play this stupid game anymore. Your fingertips found the hem of the wet tshirt and you gripped and pulled it up; struggling a bit as it clung to your skin and when you’d finally pulled it over your head it dropped with a heavy plop down at your feet.

Baekhyun closed his eyes and his head rolled back. He ran his hand over the length of his face and you heard a low sound escape from deep within his chest cavity.

“Can I come back inside with you like this?”

He rubbed his face roughly and you heard a sharp intake of breath. Through the clear water you could see just how affected he was. He was tense all over and just as aroused as you were; only his arousal you could see.

“The second you touch me, it’s over,” he whispered through gritted teeth. His fingers flexed out in your direction and then he stopped, closing his hand and making a tight fist as he shook his head back and forth. He was still breathing too hard and the longer you stood here outside of the water the more your skin cooled and prickled. You felt the goosebumps run down your spine; your skin tightened and your nipples hardened.

“I am making myself as clear as I possibly can,” he was speaking with his eyes open wide on you, “the second you touch me, I am done being the strong one.”

“I’ll let you use me. I want you to. If you want to fuck me then I’m going to let you,” his words came out through labored breaths, “because I can’t — I can’t be that strong.”

You had already made your decision; long before you’d first joined him in this bathtub, you’d lost this battle long ago. The best you could manage was a shrug. The best you could offer was a step into the warm water in the center of the tub. You could feel his eyes like a burning flame warming every bit of your skin and you made no attempts to avoid his skin as you moved inside the water.

Shamelessly you moved closer to him. He was watching you with his teeth biting down on his bottom lip. You reached a hand down for a bottle of shampoo, and as you did it, you slipped even closer to where he sat on the far edge.

“Do you want me to wash your hair?”

Baekhyun’s lips were frozen shut. He did not answer your question but his eyes narrowed and he watched as you moved even closer to him. It only took one hand on his shoulder — only took your feather light fingertips connecting to the warm flushed skin of his chest and his hands moved off the tub and he surged into you in one fluid motion.

A plastic shampoo bottle clattered to the floor. A big wave of water sloshed over the edge of the tub when he leaned forward and wrapped both arms tightly around your waist and he pulled you into him. Your legs bent at the knees and you found yourself firmly pulled onto his lap. You felt the connection with him there. Thank god the water had washed away some of the substantial wetness between your legs because the desire you felt for him was embarrassingly obvious. Still with your legs parted so and his hardness pressing against you he slipped around within your mess so easily.

His face was angled as he looked up at you. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his palms ran down from your waist to your thighs, digging hard into your skin below the water. You felt tinges of it, that desperation that was surging through your veins. You wanted him. It didn’t feel like enough to kiss him. You did it anyway. It didn’t feel quite enough to inhale your air directly from his parted lips. You wanted more. You needed him inside of you. It was a craving that took over your every thought. An obsession that shook you..

You lifted your hips; his hands dug harder into your skin until you felt pain where each of his fingertips sunk in deep enough to bruise. Your hand slipped into the water into the space between your bodies and you felt the firmness of him. You wrapped your fingers around him. He was so hard. He whined into your lips and he trembled and shook when touched him.

You felt desperate when you guided him into you and you sank down slowly, taking him inside — relishing in the tightness with which his arms held onto you as you did it. And then you were inundated. Your eyes were greedy even if the sensations of him filling you made your eyelids heavy, you had to look at him; you needed to see his face.

His eyes were closed so tight and his mouth hung open. He had stopped breathing when you took him in fully. He held his breath and he was frozen in stunning beauty.

You had to touch him. With your fingertips you touched his soft face; you traced the outline of the spray of eyelashes below his closed eye; brushed the tip of your index finger over his eyebrow; then down the bridge of his nose and oh his lips…his pretty pink lips that gave just below your touch, lips pursed into your touch and parted and his soft wet tongue that peeked out; his straight white teeth that nibbled. You felt all of him with fingertips first, with your lips next and you had to tell him — you had to tell him just how desperate you had been.

“I needed you, my baby,” you whispered into his ear; a breath hitched inside your throat causing a stutter in your words. He heard you though. A whining sound came from the back of his throat when you said it.

That heightened desperation you felt tightened all of your muscles around him and your fingers dug hard into the smooth skin on his back and with your other hand you threaded fingers through his hair, raking your fingernails along his scalp as you gasped in another breath to speak again, “I couldn’t stand it. I was wrong before. I need you inside of me like this. I’d rather die than be apart from you. I only need you.”

The addiction had taken your mind and made you ungovernable. It had compelled your tongue and pushed these dangerous words deep into his ears and you could see the effects of them all over him. His breaths puffed out in languished bursts; he was all tension throughout his body and although he tried, he couldn’t keep his eyes open on you as you moved over him.

He felt so good to have inside of you but he sounded even better. His barely contained mewls and grunts, the unsteady whines and deep and throaty moans that came from him must be what heaven sounded like.

You watched his pretty face up close. His eyelids fluttered and the soft pink hue in his cheeks and soft lips illuminated his beauty. He licked his lips. He breathed with his mouth open and his soft wet tongue caught in between his white teeth. He bit down on his lip and his rough breaths huffed out of his nose in short bursts. He was trembling. He was shaking with each labored breath. The occasional glances of his pretty eyes on your face, his focus was being forcefully taken by the feeling of you and he tried to fight it. He tried to keep his eyes open but try as he might, they rolled back, they drifted closed — again and again. You recognized that he was struggling for control of himself, but oh, the way he slipped, the way he backslid, the way he was lost — only because of you — he succumbed.

You craved this. His weakness was you. You and the things you did to him.

“Tell me again,” his quiet kisses coaxed and his tongue slipped along the wet skin of your breast, up your neck where his mouth begged with his quiet plea, “please, say it again to me.”

You wanted him carved into your skin.

You wanted his fire to ignite your bones and burn you to ash.

You wanted him forever.

You were trembling; this love had you vibrating all over.

“I only need you,” you whispered into his open mouth that pulled into a smile, “just you, my love.” He was shaking with you and his breathing was changing. A sharp inhale — short stuttering exhales. You could feel him when he pushed his heat inside of you and the bursts of warmth filled you and spilled over your edges. You overflowed with him.

Elusive breaths were chased and you still clung to him; feeling much colder on your back and shoulders as you caught your breath at last. It seemed this water had lost its warmth; as long as you both had been here. You could make out the cloudiness that had once been this crystal clear bath water below your bodies and of course the sex was to blame.

You’d both been so very bad at keeping away from each other that you let out a kind of hopeless laugh that pulled his eyes open to look into your face.

“We didn’t even last the whole day,” you lifted a palm to lay over your mouth and you giggled, ignoring the way he hissed when he felt your laughter from the inside. The mess did not matter here. Everything would wash away.

You were being moved; being pulled, wet and naked and on wobbling legs through the vast bathroom to a shower with the echoing sounds of a bathtub draining behind you. You flinched when he pulled you in and closed the shower door and just pulled on a handle that began a gentle stream of water that ran over both of your heads from the ceiling. The water was warm. You’d expected it to be cold at first but the water here came out already at the perfect temperature and it came from all over the slotted ceiling above you.

This place was magic. Nearly as magical as the man who was bubbling up a loofah and closing in on you with it so he could rub the scented bubbles all over your body for you. You’d cleaned up with him after sex at your place before so you’d expected that maybe he would hand you the soap or hand you the shampoo to use, but today felt strangely different. Today his hands were involved. Today he was slipping his soap covered palms over the surfaces of your skin himself and when you turned around and closed your eyes, you leaned your head back into his shoulder simply soaking in the achingly intimate glide of his slow-traveling hands over your shoulders; over your breasts; over your belly and when he moved his hands between your legs washing away all traces of him that had filled you in the bath earlier you inhaled the smallest shuttering gasp for air. You’d never been treated with such tenderness in your entire life and the gentle touches of his fingertips made that same ache rise up inside of your chest, giving your once steady and easy breathing a new challenge.

You were struggling to explain this feeling that surged inside of you. Once again, it felt like so much more than something that could be described with like short four letter words like want or need or even love.

Those words weren't enough for this. This was unnamed and unexplored; uncharted and unknown.

The first time he spoke again was after the shower. Long after drying you off with thick fluffy towels and wrapping you up in an oversized bathrobe that matched the one he wrapped himself in.

“You’ll stay with me tonight?” You ran fingers through his wet hair over his forehead and his brown eyes opened when he asked the question.

You didn’t have anything here. You had no makeup for tomorrow, no clean clothes to wear to work. He probably had a toothbrush and you could sleep without clothes if you had to, but what about underwear? Your head ticked to the side and you looked into his face with a small frown on your lips.

“And work tomorrow?”

His tongue moved around inside of his mouth; you saw the movement in his jaw and he pulled his lips inward, lightly biting down before releasing them with a small pout. He wasn’t speaking and his eyes weren’t holding yours with as much commitment as he usually held them with and you knew this man by now to know he was working up to something.

When his eyes narrowed and he looked off somewhere beyond you with his lips pulling tight as he did it, you knew something was up.

“Uhh,” he said. His gaze bounced to your expecting face lightly before he looked away again and bit down on his lips once more.

“Baekhyun?”

“Uhh — okay, don't freak out.” His head dipped. He lifted a hand and rubbed over his closed eyes with his ring finger and inhaled a breath through his nose.

“So—” you heard him clear his throat and he had taken a small step back and away from you. His eyes, when they opened again he was again looking over your head, in some direction behind you. You were halfway through the enormous bathroom near his closet. The closet itself was like its own enormous room. These tiny words were so inadequate in describing this place of his.

“—so…I might have gotten you some things already…” he had a wince on his face. His hands had traveled down the length of your arms and he was gripping your wrists with his fingers.

You couldn't be sure that it wasn’t to keep you from running away.

He was talking again. So many more words were tumbling out, “…not that I expected you to come or to stay here…I mean—”

“But, why not though? I mean, stay over at your place all the time, right? And — and you gave me a toothbrush and I have left a few things there for when I stay over there, so this — like — makes perfect sense if you really think about it — please, don't freak out,”

He was pulling you around in a circle, leading you into the closet. He opened up one of the cabinet doors and there on the shelves you noticed several items, identical to those that you used at home, all brand new. You saw your toothpaste, deodorant, makeup in exact shades and colors. He even got the same eyeliner and mascara that you used every day for work. As you began looking further you noticed packages of the same style and size panties and socks you wore, some bras too in your size. Even make up removal wipes were identical; the hair ties and hair brush, styling tools still in their retail boxes. It looked like the contents of your bathroom had been transported here to this cabinet.

“ — but I kinda sorta looked around at the things you use and I bought those same things for here. I mean, just-just in case you wanted to stay over��you can stay.” He was leaning against the frame of the open cabinet door, looking down at your lips as he spoke his many, many words to you explaining this entire cabinet he kept in this home dedicated only to you.

“I hadn’t really intended to get so much, but once I got started I couldn't stop — oh my god, I sound super insane. Oh please don't freak out. I’m worried you’re about to freak out.”

In the drawers below you found even more new stuff. Once you got started looking, your hands reached for the next; pulling it open to find that this seemed to go so much deeper than just one cabinet.

There were things you didn’t own at home but were very obviously intended for you to wear here. Some pajamas. Some comfy pants, sweaters, shorts, and shirts. All of the seasons seemed to be covered. Your fingers were itchy with curiosity and when you opened the sliding closet door beside this cupboard you saw even more clothing; new items with tags still on them. He made a noise, a sudden squeak when you had opened this closet door as if he hadn’t intended for you to get to this part yet.

There were few professional outfits that were just your style and size but definitely not within your price range. You recognized some of these brands from high end fashion magazines. Even more things were tucked into the bottom of this closet. You could see boxes of expensive shoes that you could never afford. There were luxury handbags too that had to be worth thousands upon thousands of dollars. Louis Vuitton, Hermès, Burberry, Versace, Chanel, Gucci, the variety was as insane as the price tags had to have been.

Beside you, Baekhyun was making a groaning sound from deep within his gut.

“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself before he started speaking again. The words came out so much slower now than the rapid word-vomit he was releasing a few seconds ago.

“Okay so…those—” he inhaled and exhaled through his mouth as he pointed a shaking finger down at the spread of brands and logos.

His face scrunched up into a wince, ““those are just…gifts?”

The last word came out as a question. Even he couldn't believe he had done this now that he was saying it outloud. His fingers had begun frantically pushing at the closet door; closing it back up as he tried his best to hide this very odd truth that you had just discovered about him; your ridiculous and over-the-top boyfriend.

You were pretty sure you had seen a tv show like this. An all-powerful and much feared supervillain had fallen in love with a weak and powerless woman; kidnapped her and locked her up inside his tower giving her everything she could ever want or dream of and tried his best to keep her forever; a prisoner, trapped by his side.

“Baekhyun,” you said as softly as you could, “…baby?” You added sweetly with just enough brevity in your voice to let him know that you weren’t upset about this; but you did also thoroughly and completely recognize the ridiculousness of this entire situation, “Have I been kidnapped? Tell me the truth.”

His laughter came out in a quick snort, and he inhaled and covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to stifle the laughter that shook his chest. You were reaching into the drawers, grabbing the short and comfy sleep shorts you found there and the matching sleep top, grabbing a pair of panties and a comfortable bra from the stack of new items and you began removing tags from everything so you could put them on.

“You maniac! Is that door out there locked? Is there any way for me to get out of here? I’m trapped here aren't I? Wait a minute…you didn’t slip something like a marriage license into the stack of work papers I signed at work today, did you?” You had a smile on your face as you said it all and he was shaking his head with eyes closed and an audible hopelessness in his giggles. His face was pink and you heard him reining it in so he could inhale a breath and explain himself.

His hands were up defensively; his long fingers waved in front of him as he shook his head.

“You aren’t trapped. You are free to leave. I’ll take you home right now if you want, or you can just walk out and take a taxi. And I promise we aren’t married yet.”

When he stopped speaking he did so abruptly and the light smile on his face flattened out as you stared at his face, unable to contain the look of surprise he must have seen there.

Yet.

Yet?

It was that word at the end that had you so completely thrown for a loop. You had not expected to hear that word and having it come out so very casually from his lips, admittedly had you feeling quite taken aback. You felt frozen by it and something about Baekhyun having said it himself seemed to have had a similar effect on him as well.

He cleared his throat and closed his eyes and inhaled a breath that trembled on the way in, “I mean we aren’t married.” His eyes were still closed and you saw his lips form a silent curse word that he mouthed under his breath but did not say out loud.

You know that if he had said it, he had been thinking it at some point. You knew sometimes deep down inside the back of your head at your sleepiness and most vulnerable moments you had also considered what a life as Mrs. Byun Baekhyun might be like. But you were more of a realist than to allow your silly lovestruck mind to dwell on such things with careless and wanton abandon.

“What else is there?” Your question came out as a quiet curiosity more than any sort of accusation. “I know there must be more. Just show me now while we are doing this.”

His eyes were on you and he took one step backward as his hand lifted and he pulled the next sliding closet door open.

“Listen,” he began. It sounded like he had lost something. “I know, more than anyone else, I know that there is something wrong with me when it comes to you. I feel sick inside sometimes. Every single one of my waking thoughts is consumed by you. Sleeping doesn’t help either because you are there, every single time, so I wake up and I think of you instead of sleep.”

This closet had an evening gown. It was easily the most beautiful garment you had ever seen in person with your own two eyes.

“I have almost zero self control if it’s about you. I know…I know, shouldn’t, but goddammit,” he opened a small door inside the closet beside the dress and pulled out a flat sliding drawer, pushed a button that illuminated some lighting that brought out the fire of a thousand sparkling stones from the pieces of jewelry that lay inside this drawer. It was dazzling. It was extravagant. It took what was left of the breath you had in your lungs.

“What is this dress even for? And the jewelry? Baek—”

He shook his head back and forth, turned the overhead lighting off with a click and he closed up the drawers and closets.

“I know what you’ll say. Baekhyun,” his name came from his own lips with his eyes flipped up and a silly lift in his voice. This was his impression of what you sounded like. For the record, it sounded nothing like you. “Return it all. Go to therapy.”

You weren’t going to say that. Still, as long as he knew he was crossing all sorts of boundaries with his wild and unrestricted behavior that was plenty. As long as he knew that you neither expected any of this, or needed it, that was enough for you.

“I don't need stuff. It’s all very beautiful and you are incredibly insightful and every single thing you have picked with me in mind is gorgeous and perfect and amazing.”

“But it’s not what I need.” You emphasized the last thing again, just to make it clear in his heart. “I only need you. Just you.”

You reached for his hand and wrapped your fingers around his palm, giving him a good shake for emphasis. His brown eyes watched your face and a tiny smile grew on his lips. You leaned into him and kissed his pretty lips and he kissed you back; squeezing his fingertips around your hand as he did it.

“And maybe these underwear,” you said after you pulled back from his mouth; lifting your other hand, waving the panties with a smile and absolutely delighting in the way his own gorgeous smile grew wider on his face.

“But don't buy anything else. I’m serious. I don't need anything. Whatever you have ordered, or whatever is still coming, cancel it. It’s all too much.”

“Now, come on,” you said after pulling on enough clothing to make you feel like you were finally ready to leave this bathroom, “give me a tour of your house so I know how to find the exit. I cannot believe I’ve been kidnapped by such a crazy and sexy man. How ever will I escape?”

“Ahhh…Noona,” he whined through a nasally laugh and he was quickly pulling on a plain shirt and sweatpants onto his body as he followed your journey through his home. “You’re staying the night, right?”

His question echoed out behind you and you laughed at how hopeful he sounded. Of course you would. You had everything you needed right here; mostly this man.

“Right?” He was saying again as he reached for your hand and pulled you in the direction of the kitchen, which you remembered from when you both walked over here.

“Just tonight,” you said, “if I stay here too long I might forget what freedom tastes like.”

His steps paused their forward motion and he spun to look back at you, pulling hard on your hand, making your steps stumble and you collided into his chest. His hands were around your waist and your feet left the ground as you were lifted when he tightened his hold around you.

“Just don't forget what I taste like when you’re away from me,” his whisper was hot against your surprised lips seconds before his mouth opened up, pulling your bottom lip deep within his own mouth he kissed you deeply right here in this long hallway of this enormous home until you had to pull away from him to gasp for air. You had been backed against the wall and a sound caught your ears and pulled your focus somewhere further down the hallway closer to the kitchen area where you both had been headed.

It was almost as if you heard a throat clearing and you gasped out in surprise with the horrific thought that someone else besides the two of you might be inside this home right now. You were tapping him lightly on his shoulder and he pulled his face up from where his lips had been nipping along your neck to see what the urgency might be.

“I heard something, is someone else here?” His eyes looked into yours and he lifted his eyebrows with a shrug that didn’t have nearly enough alarm in it for your liking.

“Someone cleared their throat.” His eyes widened and his mouth opened knowingly.

“Ah,” he mouthed quietly in response to you.

Ah? Ah??

“Yes?” He said louder, angling his voice toward where you were certain the sound had come from.

A person. A real life human being; a whole-ass adult fucking person slowly emerged from around a corner with their head hung low. They were bent at the waist and had a genuine apology evident on their voice.

You gasped out in shock. You could feel your heart racing inside of your throat.

“Baekhyun, what the f— someone was here? The whole time we were — The whole time?” You could hear the panic in your voice as you confirmed what you suspected the second you heard his casual response. Your breathing was too fast and you felt frantic with this revelation. But Baekhyun, he wasn’t at all surprised to see this person standing in his home. It took all you had in you not to turn around and hide your face. You felt like your entire head was burning with embarrassment. You had just been making out like a couple of kids in love in this hallway, fully believing you both to be completely and utterly alone and there had been someone here in this home the entire time?

It was a man. He was dressed in a suit. Despite your utter shock to see him standing there, he did not in any way look out of place. In fact, he looked like he belonged there just as much as the elaborate furniture you had passed in the sitting room belonged in this fancy-ass home. He kept his eyes down on the floor the entire time he was addressing Baekhyun.

“Mr. Byun, My deepest apologies for the interruption, Sir. You have a visitor. Mr. Park Chanyeol. He insists. I did tell him you were occupied. Please Madam, accept my most sincere apologies,” The strange man lifted a hand to his chest and bowed a regretful face in your direction before he turned back to Baekhyun to speak again, “Mr. Park says it is an emergency and you were not answering your phone.”

He nodded his head once to the man who bowed his head and turned on his heels. Baekhyun’s hands ran over the empty pockets of his sweatpants, “Oh, I don't even know where my phone is,” he mumbled to himself.

“Baby, can you give me just a minute? You can wait for me in the kitchen and we can have some snacks while we do the tour,” he grinned and scrunched up his nose with a little head shake.

You had to admit, you were curious about what kind of non-work related emergencies Baekhyun had to deal with in his personal life, but your heart had eventually settled down, the butler, or whoever that man was had vanished like he never existed in the first place, and so you simply nodded your head; tamping down your curiosity enough to follow him into the kitchen.

“Mimi sent us some strawberries,” he whispered, “I saw her packing them.”

A booming voice echoed throughout the long hallway that you knew led toward the front doorway. You remembered the large atrium where the entryway had been and the owner of the voice seemed to be taking full advantage of the acoustics there.

“Hey Baek!” The voice boomed. Beside you, Baekhyun’s face changed. He inhaled a long breath and closed his eyes up tight with a small groan escaping from the back of his throat. “Byun Baekhyun! Why aren’t you answering your phone?!”

“I’ll be right back.” He was gone so quickly and from the sound of the voice, Baekhyun’s visitor was making his way closer to where you both stood in this kitchen.

Your curiosity was about as high as you could stand, but still you forced yourself to focus on your task at hand. Finding Mimi’s strawberries in this fridge.

You pulled out the bundles that you had helped carry inside and began untying and unwrapping things. Baekhyun must have intercepted his visitor by now and you could make out occasional words of what they were speaking about to each other. They weren’t that far away, or maybe Mr. Park’s voice was just that loud.

You could, though, hear Baekhyun’s abrupt question to the man.

“Dude. What the hell? I thought you were in Malta for another month,” Baekhyun asked. Judging from his tone, this was not a business meeting. This man was a close enough friend for him to have knowledge of the man’s schedule and to be questioning any deviations from that known schedule. Plus he clearly had called the man dude. This was his friend. You pulled the box of strawberries carefully out of the bundle and placed it quietly on the marble countertop.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone? I’ve been calling you all night.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Bullshit. Busy with what.”

Baekhyun’s answer was spoken too quietly for you to make it out and you took a step closer to the hallway and angled your head.

You heard the low timber of the other man’s booming voice as he let out a belly laugh; clearly highly amused at whatever Baekhyun had said to him.

“Chanyeol, shut the fuck up. Lower your voice.” It was whispered harshly in that familiar voice of your boyfriend.

“No way. No fucking way. You liar. You’re so full of shit.” The loud man was laughing and made no attempts to be quieter. You were weirdly thankful that the man was so loud because you really wanted to hear what they were talking about.

“Hey, seriously though. Let me stay here for the rest of the month.”

“No.”

“What? Why?”

“Go to a hotel.”

“Don't tell me…do you have a girl over? Baekhyun you asshole, do you have a girl over right now?”

“I’ll pay for your hotel for a month. Just shut up and leave. Just go. Here, take it.” You pictured Baekhyun handing his friend a black credit card and you wished you could just look at them both instead of having to imagine what was happening in that hallway.

“Oh my god. You do. You slut.”

“Wait a minute, but if you have someone over now, what happened to the other one?”

“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun’s voice came out low and menacing, “don't.”

“What about that Noona; the manager; the love of your life; the only one for you; the one you are going to marry? What about my future sister in law and the future mother of your children? Baekhyun, don't tell me you were rejected.”

You weren't sure what had possessed you or had actually moved your feet, but you found yourself standing right beside the long hallway and when you simply could not stand it any more you peeked your head around the corner just enough for your eyes to see the two man having this very loud discussion that was clearly about you; Baekhyun’s Noona; Baekhyun’s Manager; the love of his life; amongst other things he had clearly proclaimed to his noisy and very tall busy-bodied friend Chanyeol.

Baekhyun was standing with one hand on his forehead, another on his waist, his head angled down with his eyes closed. Based on his body language he looked very done with the tall man standing in front of him who’s laugh had taken hold of his whole body as he bent at the waist and guffawed loudly enough for every single soul in this entire house to be able to hear him.

You caught hold of Baekhyun’s eyes and you saw him throw his head back in defeat as he inhaled a deep breath. He lifted a single hand about waist level and held it with his palm up in your direction.

“Hello,” you called out into the space the two men occupied and you lifted a friendly hand to wave in their direction. The tall man’s laughter stopped immediately, he straightened his spine, dropped his chin as he bit down on his lips and turned nearly completely pink right before your eyes. “Hi, I’m the Manager Noona.”

“Oh my god, she’s real,” you heard him whisper to Baekhyun who wasn’t at all looking at his friend but rather had his eyes focused on the wall directly in front of him without any traces of amusement anywhere on his face at all. Chanyeol was smiling wide at you and he was taking a few steps in your direction with his waist bent and his hand outstretched as he closed the distance.

You heard a listless and defeated introduction from your boyfriend.

“Chanyeol, this is my girlfriend.”

“Noona, this is my dumbass best friend, Chanyeol.”

[To be Continued]

Links: Part 1, ….. Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

#exo #exo fanfiction #exo smut #baekhyun #exo fic #exo scenario #baekhyun smut #byun baekhyun #Baekhyun fanfic

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ghoul-foolery · 7 months ago

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Dirty Windows | 3 | Nora x Hancock

A Fallout 4 Soulmate AU

Summary:

Hancock never thought he would find his soulmate. Once a common occurrence, soulmates turned into a bit of a rarity after the bombs dropped. It was to be expected when there was an influx of people getting shot in the face on a daily basis. So when Hancock discovered that he had a soulmate he was ecstatic; all of the people in the Commonwealth, and he was one of the lucky few.

Too bad his soulmate didn't want anything to do with him.

When Nora thought for sure she was going to die too, the pain stopped – and then there was nothing. Nothing but the emptiness. Nothing but the grief. Half of her soul was suddenly gone forever. She was dropped in the middle of the ocean, drifting among the waves with no land in sight. Then just as suddenly she had been cast adrift, she found land. The hole was filled the moment it had been created. As she gripped Nate’s vault suit and begged him to open his eyes, Nora found herself battling with the horrifying realization that she had another soulmate; that some stranger had taken Nate's place.

[ 1 ] [ 2 ] - [ 4 ] [ 5 ]

When the connection with his soulmate severed, Hancock couldn’t help but assume that she was dead. It was a brief, split-second worry but it still managed to outweigh every ounce of panic he had felt in his miserable fucking life. It was there and mostly gone in a flash. It went to reason that she wasn’t dead, and yet he knew that he would go scorched-fucking-earth if she had. “By the people, for the people” to “fuck the people” in zero seconds flat. Thankfully it didn’t come to that. Not tonight, anyway.

Hancock spent the rest of the night pacing. He didn’t need any chems to stay awake, and he didn’t feel inclined to take them. He nursed a couple of cigarettes, but instead of savoring the gentle buzz of nicotine, he used the little stick of tobacco to occupy his shaking hands. He almost lost his soulmate, and there had been absolutely nothing he could do about it. It was terrifying. During the ordeal, Hancock was able to feel his soulmate’s fear, the frantic beat of her heart next to his, and the searing pain of the bullet tearing through her skin. Though none of the injuries made their way to his own person, his shoulder still throbbed as if they had.

Eventually he sank into his couch with a couple fingers of whiskey; just a little something to soothe the curling edges of his nerves. The drink helped; the cigarette helped. Something in the way of falling into his typical habits helped bring on a bit of calm, and the feeling of control. There had never been a time in his life that Hancock had felt more helpless than he did in that moment. The last time he felt this useless he ended up staging a fucking coup. Now all he could do was sip on his drink, and wait.

For a long time, he tried to pick out bits of the scenery he had seen during his soulmate’s ordeal but there was nothing he could recall. It had been some falling apart two story thing out in the middle of nowhere. It looked like every other piece of shit house in the Commonwealth. Then there was a fact that she had made a mad dash through the goddamn dark, which was dangerous in its own right but he really couldn’t see shit. It was a shame, really, because he was more than willing to march out into the wasteland and drag his soulmate back to Goodneighbor with him. She could kick and scream and curse him the whole way if she wanted. He just wanted to make sure his woman was safe.

…

The sound of shattering glass caused Hancock’s entire body to lurch forward into wakefulness. On instinct, he had his knife in his hand, ready to stab whoever thought that they could catch him off guard. It took only a moment for him to realize that there was no threat. The glass that broke had fallen out of his hand. He was still reclined on the couch in his office. The ghoul slouched, knife hand flopping down beside him; when did he fall asleep?

Righting himself on the couch, he tossed the blade to the coffee table. He rubbed at his eyes, had himself a little stretch. He was just reaching for the bottle of whiskey when he remembered.

Accessing the bond between him and his soulmate was becoming second nature. After the first night it was established, Hancock had spent a significant amount of time figuring out how it worked. It was a phenomenon that should have come with instructions; a pamphlet or a handbook or something. The first handful of successful attempts required deep concentration, and dead silence. Then, suddenly, it was as easy as raising a hand, as second nature as lighting a cigarette.

A mere thought of the tether that connected his soul to his woman’s and the view of his office changed. His vision wavered, and he was staring into the eye of a curved needle. Deft fingers thread the needle with a length of fishing line. Images of wasteland rubble superimposed itself over his office. The more Hancock focused, the clearer the image of his woman’s shaking hands became.

Fresh pain blossomed and bloomed in his shoulder, and he could feel her unease as she lifted an ancient bottle of vodka into her hand.

The phantom burn of alcohol coated his throat. It pooled all warm and pleasant in his belly. Hancock had all of a second to wonder if he could get second-hand drunk just before she doused her wounded shoulder with the vodka. Hancock grit his teeth, fingers clenching into the material of his pants.

Chest heaving, she turned and peered at a small chunk of mirror. It had been carefully propped up against the concrete rubble. It was maybe two hands wide, and maybe just as tall. She sat next to the mirror, her injured shoulder in plain view. He also caught the delicate expanse of her creamy throat, the lazy curl of fiery red hair. Hancock held his breath, watching. He wanted to instruct her on how to remove the bullet. He wanted to explain how she should go about stitching her arm closed. He wanted to ask her why she was wandering around without Stimpacks. Instead, kept quiet. Hancock didn’t want to spook her, and he thought that maybe if she thought that she was alone…

Maybe he would get to see her face. Maybe she would take a glance at her Pip-Boy and he would have an idea of where she was. Maybe, maybe. He could hope.

“Shit!” Came the strained whimper of her voice.

Hancock had heard her voice a number of times, though it was never directed at him. It was naturally soft, and raspy – real sexy. On this occasion, though, her voice was pitched with pain as she carefully pried the bullet from her shoulder.

Needles shot through the entirety of his arm. The sensation was so stark, so real, that he thought his fingers would go numb. The bullet was removed and he could hear it clatter against something that sounded like glass. More alcohol was poured over the wound – she muffled her screams. The needle came into view, and with shaking fingers the woman went about sewing the wound shut. It was sloppy, and the sutures were uneven but it got the job done. When she was finished, her vision – and his – wavered due to the tears that were cascading down her cheeks. She was sniffling as she put away her gear. Hancock’s heart ached, he wished he was there to help her. Wished he was there to hold her, and comfort her until her tears went away.

Instead, he resigned himself to watch as she poured brown water over her hands. She scrubbed at her hands, removing blood from under her nails and cuticles. After the vigorous hand scrubbing she chanced a look in the mirror. The poor woman’s face was dirty, smudged with blood and a bit of grime, with trails of tears highlighting the skin of her cheeks. Pained green eyes peered at him, framed with long auburn lashes. Pouty lips were dried and viciously chapped but despite it all, Hancock was in awe. This creature was his.

His vision was suddenly obscured when his soulmate tilted her head back and poured dirty water over her face. Hancock could feel the sudden chill of the liquid as it covered her face and streamed down her neck and chest. A moment later, she was looking back into the mirror. She looked cleaner, having just washed her face. Her bangs dripped water down her cheeks.

“Fuck. You’re so beautiful,” Hancock rasped. He said it helplessly. like some kind of prayer.

The pitiful sadness in her eyes changed into something steely and firm. The woman recoiled from the mirror. His vision was filled with the rubble and debris she had set up camp in.

“I mean it,” he insisted. “Yer a knockout. Look at you.”

She said nothing, but she eventually looked back to the mirror. Hancock took her in, committing every single detail to memory. The little marching freckles across the bridge of her nose. The barely-there scar on the edge of her chin. The way her mouth pursed as she nibbled the inside of her bottom lip. She was allowing him to see her, and that was some damn good progress.

“What’s yer name?”

No answer, of course.

“Honey, you gotta give me something to hold on to.”

The hardness returned to her eyes revealing a stony-eyed hatred that actually hurt. She looked away from the mirror and went about packing up her supplies. Hancock felt his hands grip his knees in a moment of desperation.

“Please,” he begged. “Please, just give me something…”

She gave him nothing.

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koiir · 2 years ago

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IVE GOT SOMETHING TO CONFESS

— Them as compass lyrics

Characters - albedo, venti , Kaeya, kazuha, xiao, Scaramouche /kunikuzushi

Genre - fluff, angst with comfort

— Albedo

“I think I need you with me for all-time, when I need new directions for my mind.”

With Albedo, having you by his side is already something he can use as inspiration. Yet what he loves most about you is the way you think, what different ways you can come up with when he ask for your advice or help. The way you think, the way you always help him no matter what, even when you aren’t feeling the best tells him you’re everything he needs.

But with him not being human, you have also helped him with that. Comforting him when he revealed that to you, and telling him you would love him no matter what. The way you help him understand his emotions, makes him feel secure. Secure in himself, because he never thought that he would be able to feel these types of emotions, yet you were the one who showed him. Showed him these emotions that consume his heart. Because of you.

— Venti

“You’ll tell me if I’m acting like a fool, I know that you’re not something to lose.”

Having someone who can deal with venti… is rare to say the least. But that’s because it’s you! You’ve always been so willing to help him out even when he can be a pain in the ass while drunk. The way you comfort him, the way you put him in bed and giving him a drink of water to calm him down is the bare minimum… yet to venti, it’s everything he could ask for. He knows you’re just doing what’s right, trying to get him over his hangover, yet he knows without you he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Without you, he would have a harder time taking care of himself. Knowing what’s the best for him, how to take care of himself. Yes, he could learn, but it’s not the same. Not the same way you take care of him. That’s why he can’t lose you, anyone knew that you were a special person. So losing you would be hell for venti. He sometimes wonders why you chose him, someone who is drunk mess most of the time. But even with that, you would comfort him for being a fool. Being a fool in not realizing how much you loved him that you wouldn’t be with anyone else other than him.

— Kaeya

“You’re always with me when I’m down, I’m lucky you’ve been keeping me around.”

You knew what getting into a relationship with the Calvary caption would mean, some secrets not being told. But Kaeya was somebody you loved, and you knew that eventually he would tell you those secrets from his past. Kaeya himself knew it, he knew he could trust you. But he wasn’t ready to reveal those secrets. He felt like a dick, he said he trusted you yet wouldn’t even tell you his past?

Yet you would still comfort him, because you knew what these secrets held. You knew what they meant to Kaeya. They meant that he could fear what you thought about him, and you couldn’t lie to yourself. You did wonder, what are exactly are those secrets? But loving him also meant staying by his side, which was what he needed. Someone to love him… someone who would understand him. Kaeya would sometimes even think that you would leave him for these untold secrets, but he shouldn’t have every underestimated you and your love. He’s lucky, so lucky. That no matter what, you will always stick by his side.

— Kazuha

“You’re the star I look for every night.”

Missing you is the worst feeling Kazuha has to feel, and he hates the fact that it’s often due to his travels. But one thing that makes it all better is the nights before he falls asleep, looking up at the starry night, thinking of you. He remembers you laying down, cuddled next to him looking up at the stars while he talks about his day. Remembering the way you stare at awe at the night sky, you always said how the stars in the night always caught your eye. Which is why he made it a routine every night.

It’s the reason why he feels more at ease without you, the starry night reminding him of you. He wonders if you are doing the same, thinking of him while gazing at the night. And he knows the answer, you are.

“No matter what, you will always be in my mind Kazu. Take the stars for example, so far apart yet each one of them is still contacted. Just like us.” So far apart, yet two hearts are connected no matter what.

— Xiao

“When It’s dark, you’ll stick right by my side.”

He doesn’t deserve you. He thinks. Yet he’s so grateful that you have stuck by his side, even during the beginning… when he made it extremely clear that you shouldn’t be around someone like him. Clearly due to his karmic debts he would say, but no matter what, you wouldn’t budge. Just like now.

“You shouldn’t be out this late. Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?” You stood next to him, staring straight ahead into the night sky. “I’m not that tired that I can’t spend time with you xiao.”

The way you two stayed there together until dawn, with xiao holding you close to him. He knew that you should have gotten some rest instead of coming out with him, because you still ended up falling into a deep slumber. But with him. He smiled softly when realizing what he felt, your body leaning on his. He didn’t want to move you… but he knew when you awoke your neck would be feeling some aches from the uncomfortable position it was in. So he moved your head onto his chest, which you always said was more comfortable than your own bed. He didn’t believe that… but what he did believe was that you will stick by his side. No matter what.

— Scaramouche

“Like a magnet, can’t help that I’m attracted to you, I am. Could you keep on guiding me? Please.”

He has always been attracted to you, even before he became the wanderer. But with you back In his life, he couldn’t let you go no matter what. He had already lost so much, you couldn’t leave him too. But with you by his side every day and night, he knew you wouldn’t. You were the only person who could understand him in and out. You knew what to do, how to comfort him. Because he was still scared, scared of losing you.

He knows there’s someone better, someone better for you. He believes that he isn’t enough for you. But… when you comfort him, holding him tight in your embrace, he has to believe you. You remind him over and over that he’s the one for you. This comfort from you, is what keeps him going. He can understand a bit, how it feels to be a mortal. Yet, with these emotions, he can’t handle it on his own. It feels as if it’s too much for him to handle. But with you, it’s easier. You guide him into the right direction, which is why he can’t lose you. He never thought he could feel like this, love someone so much. So, for you he will do his best. His best in so he can be the partner you deserve, but he also needs your guiding in order to move forward.

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I started The Big Bang Theory and got attached to Leonard and then this happened <3

Leonard’s hands trembled as he frantically dug through his nightstand for his inhaler. He inhaled greedily as he finally found relief from the asthma attack, lying on his back and panting.

Unfortunately, this brought him back to the other pressing, but less life threatening, issue he had. He’d wet the bed. Which he hadn’t done since he was a kid- well that’s a lie, there’s been a few isolated incidents since then, and this is one of them. Hopefully.

Regardless of the frequency of past accidents, he needed to deal with this one, and preferably in a way where Sheldon never finds out.

Leonard wiped at his wet eyes as he stood up and stripped off his sheets and blankets. He set them in his laundry basket, and tossed his wet pyjamas in there too. Having a shower would almost certainly wake Sheldon, but he was pretty sure they had some baby wipes around.

It took him twenty minutes to find them, but he did, and he cleaned himself up. Sheldon was still asleep, thank God, because Leonard would honestly rather die than have to admit to Sheldon that he had wet the bed.

With the discomfort of itchy skin taken care of, Leonard tossed on another pair of bottoms and eyed the damp patch on the mattress. He was going to have to grab some of that spray stuff you’re supposed to use for pers to get rid of the smell, but for now he tossed a towel over it and raided the hallway closet for a new sheet and blankets.

Finally, Leonard collapsed into bed, knowing that in the morning he’d have to deal with the laundry and dreading it. Of course, twenty minutes later, Sheldon came knocking. Literally.

“Leonard?” Three knocks, and his name again. And again. And again.

“Yes, Sheldon?” He eventually called back, groaning into his pillow when the door creaked open. He shoved his glasses on and squinted at Sheldon, grumbling when the light switch was flipped on.

“I had a bad dream.” Sheldon informed him, stepping into the room and walking around Leonard’s bed until he was standing next to the dresser. Leonard blinked at him, unable to stop his eyes from darting towards the newly full laundry basket before looking back to Sheldon.

“I’m- sorry to hear that, Sheldon.” He replied, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Why are you in my room?” He knew it was a bit rude, but he was exhausted and embarrassed and he just wanted to sleep. Was that so much to ask?

“I don’t want to sleep alone, and I can’t go sleep with Penny because it’s before 11am and she’ll throat punch me.” Leonard stared at Sheldon, wondering when his life had become what it was. “Did you have a bad dream too?”

“What? Sheldon no, just go back to bed. Your bed.” Leonard grabbed a pillow and covered his face with it, blocking out the aggressive light in the room. He was pretty sure Sheldon had noticed the laundry and that he was about be subjected to a mortifying investigation that would end with Sheldon sleeping in his bed regardless of what Leonard wanted.

“Were you drinking after I went to bed? Did you overhydrate? There’s only so many reasons that you would have to wet the bed.”

“Sheldon, drop it. Please.” Leonard could feel himself blushing. He shifted over to the far left side of the bed, he just wanted to sleep, and if shutting Sheldon up meant letting him spend the night, then whatever. Thankfully, for once, Sheldon picked up on the non-verbal cue and got into bed. Leonard turned off the light, and managed to fall asleep mercifully quickly.

“Leonard. Leonard. Leonard.” Sheldon whispered, shaking him awake. Leonard jerked up, barely avoiding head butting Sheldon as he clutched at his chest. He couldn’t remember what the nightmare as about, but it was… bad.

Tears rendered his vision blurry even after he put on his glasses and turned on the light. He couldn’t look at Sheldon, embarrassed by the fuss he was causing. “Sorry,” he choked out, trying to calm down before he panicked himself into another asthma attack. Sheldon looked lost, and Leonard felt bad.

“It’s… okay.” Sheldon replied after a moment, hesitantly reached out and patting the middle of Leonard’s three times. Leonard hated how comforting it was, mostly because it was very awkward and any normal person wouldn’t find it comforting, but coming from Sheldon, it was really nice. Sheldon cared, sometimes.

Normally, after a nightmare, loathe he is to admit it, Leonard would dig through his closet for the singular stuffed animal he had for the purpose of comfort and not collecting. It was an old thing, something he had gotten when he first moved out of his parents house. Of course, he couldn’t indulge in that particular tradition with Sheldon in the room, but that doesn’t change the fact that all Leonard really wanted right now was a hug and a cuddle. From literally anyone, including a stuffed animal.

“Do you want Alaska?” Sheldon asked, tearing Leonard out of his thoughts. Leonard let his jaw drop as he looked at Sheldon.

“How-“

“Do I know about the stuffed dog hidden in the back left corner of your closet? You told me the day after your mother left, when you got drunk and cried.”

“Oh. Great.” Leonard mumbled, picking at a loose thread on the blanket. Sighing, he pulled himself out of bed and over to his closet, easily finding the stuffed animal. He pointedly avoided looking at Sheldon as he crawled back under the covers and gave Alaska a tight squeeze. It was undeniably comforting.

“Goodnight Leonard.” Sheldon whispered as Leonard turned off the lamp again.

“Goodnight Sheldon." Leonard mumbled back, comforted by the presence of a close friend and his stuffed animal. Maybe it was a bit childish, but who cares? It made him happy, and that’s what’s important.

#star writes #agere #fandom agere #the big bang theory #tbbt #tbbt Leonard #leonard hofstadter #Sheldon #sheldon cooper #tbbt Sheldon #tbbt fanfic #tbbt agere #age regression #hurt/comort #Drabble

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creations-of-a-certain-no-one · 1 year ago

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Bitter Memory

Fandom: Obey Me! Character: Lucifer & Mammon Prompt: day 1 of @ombrotherlylove2023: Lucifer & misunderstandings (& fluff)! I failed at fluff though... I really tried. Word count: 1100 Summary: Lucifer wasn’t used to tender gestures. Neither receiving nor giving. But when he stayed to take care of Mammon who was ridden with an exceptionally nasty cold, he remembers the comfort he himself got from his favourite human – and starts reminiscing about that one particular conversation with Mammon that shaped – and hurt – him for millennia.

The fic references and paraphrases the flashback from the Devilgram “The Rulebook”.

When Lucifer entered the room to bring Mammon some fever medicine, he found him already asleep and snoring quietly, probably finally defeated by the human world cold he caught and tired after making a fuss over not being allowed to go with the rest as they have planned.

Lucifer didn’t go either, obviously. He could only hope that his brothers wouldn’t cause any irreversible trouble – but at least everyone’s favourite human was with them and should have them under control. Probably.

He approached the bed and took off a glove to check Mammon’s forehead – definitely warmer than it should be. Mammon’s breath though was a bit uneven too, more than you’d expect from someone even with completely stuffed nose.

Lucifer sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at his brother.

It didn’t seem like a particularly awful nightmare – no rapid turning or tossing around, but Mammon was indeed restless. Whatever he was dreaming of, probably wasn’t too pleasant, but ultimately not a concern. Lucifer could just stand up and exit the room like he’d do normally, unbothered by his brother’s distress.

Yet he didn’t leave.

He didn’t understand why, but also wasn’t one to question himself and his judgement or whims after all.

Looking at Mammon, he remembered the soothing touch of human hand on his head that calmed him down more than once and took away all the tension he was holding, even if there was no reason for the gesture. Nor for the tenderness he was so unused to at that time.

He reached towards Mammon’s hair, reluctantly, unsure even why he was even doing that.

It felt a bit awkward at first. He wasn’t certain how to exactly achieve the relaxing effect and how to make it effective, but he just tried to stroke Mammon’s head gently.

It was an embarrassingly clumsy attempt.

But did it work? At first it didn’t seem so, but after a moment he noticed that Mammon’s grip on the pillow loosened a bit, so he continued. Maybe the bad dream would eventually go away at that. Lucifer couldn’t know that though – it was Mammon who was usually handling his brother’s nightmares in their early days as demons.

Was it how Mammon had been taking care of the younger brothers just after the fall? It was always him making rounds through all their rooms, making sure that every single one of them has fallen asleep and didn’t succumb to nightmares. Always reporting back to Lucifer how it went and who was doing better and who wasn’t. Lucifer himself never went with him, only watched from afar and listened to Mammon’s reports.

At that time Lucifer himself barely was holding himself together, ridden by guilt and regret over what he wrought on his brothers. He had no strength left to nurture anyone, and if anything – if he even was to admit it – he looked for consolation himself. And reached to Mammon who had unlimited patience and sympathy for everyone in the family.

For everyone except Lucifer, for whom he only had cruel words when Lucifer tried to reach for a splinter of the same support. The words that bashed his weakness and hit him in the vulnerability he exposed – for once in his life. With humiliating precision.

The bitter memory still burned, even after the millennia.

“Did I make a mistake?” he asked that day, after hearing how the twins were not getting any better, still suffering for his decisions. “To put you all through all of that… when you’re so…” he struggled to even utter the word, “so important to me. And look what I’ve done to you.”

Mammon didn’t reply at first, the silence saying more than words could.

“Do I hear regret?” he asked then. There was no emotion left in his – normally so expressive – voice. “You know… I don’t regret followin’ you. And I bet others don’t either.”

Even with the flat tone it was said, Lucifer would still take it as good. If not what followed.

“But… this won’t do. If they see you actin’ this way, it’ll make them restless. You’re the one in charge… They need to look up to you and see you’re still that same guy – the proud guy that KNOWS he’s better than anyone else. Even when things are as bad as now… be who you are, who you’ve always been. To the point of others saying you’re full of yourself.

The words that shaped him into the sadistic demon he was, feared by his own family.

Everyone’s been saying that Mammon was his favourite – and he was, so the words of rejection struck him more than they’d do if they came from anyone else. He became what Mammon told him to become and made Mammon specifically take the brunt of the change he caused.

Now he thought about it, as he was petting Mammon’s head like their human would always do…

Bearing nightmares like every single one of them and just as broken, Lucifer was trying to secure a place for his brothers in this unfamiliar, possibly hostile place – but with no one to turn to. He was on his own, trying to amortise the fall’s consequences and be a foundation of the family’s safety and stability. Mammon, too, was on his own, trying to amortise the psychological trauma and trying to act like a pillar they could lean onto and sometimes lash their frustrations to. Pulling through it despite his own nightmares and grief, Mammon was always there for his brothers, consoling and comforting them, without any complaints. He must had been doing not much better, just as lonely with his own pain.

Not only Lucifer was spread too thin, under the burden of having to be the reliable older brother. They might have been staying strong in different ways, but both were the foundation their family was depending on. And just like Lucifer’s unbreakable facade finally crumbled at that time, so did Mammon’s. Neither of them could keep it up at that specific moment.

He sighed, pushing away the unpleasant, stinging memory.

Mammon finally calmed down. But as Lucifer tried to slowly take away his hand, Mammon only pushed his head more into the palm of his hand, mumbling a name. Not Lucifer’s, but – just today – Lucifer didn’t mind to keep petting his hair for a bit longer if it helped him sleep.

He couldn’t forgive those words – not because they were unforgiveable, but because forgiving would mean acknowledging it hurt him. That was not something Lucifer could just accept in his pride.

But somehow…

He just understood.

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Dead Ends (BretShawn) ch.11

<<ch.10 | masterlist | AO3 link | ch.12>>

Summary: Bret finally learns about Shawn’s tragic past.

a/n: this is a long one so strap in!

Things had been a bit uneasy between the two ever since that night.

While Bret thought what happened between them deserved at least a conversation, Shawn spent the past week avoiding Bret’s attempts at communicating, carrying on as if that night never happened. He’d convinced himself that it was a one-time thing, something that spawned from a moment of weakness that his body couldn’t control.

Now that he’d gotten it out of his system, Shawn wanted nothing more than to forget about it. And he was determined not to let it happen again. Bret eventually gave up all hopes of clearing the air between them, realizing it was best to play along with Shawn’s ignorance.

It didn’t help that his thoughts would sometimes drift to lewd images of Shawn, something he was suffering from at the moment as he sat against the wall trying to take a nap. Sleep had been failing him and his frustrations were worsened by the sound of Shawn biting his nails from across the room.

Bret hadn’t picked up on the nasty habit before, but Shawn had been doing it ever since their night together. He didn’t know if it was a nervous tick or something else, but it was driving him crazy.

“Can you stop that,” Bret said in irritation, eying the blond who sat lazily on top of the desk. After receiving a confused look from Shawn, Bret said, “Your nails.”

Shawn looked down at his fingers before looking back at Bret, saying with the roll of an eye, “Well, seeing that I can’t get any cigs around here, this is as best as I can get to calm my nerves.”

Bret asked with a disgusted look, “You smoke cigarettes?”

“So you’re judging me now?”

“Cigs are bad for you.”

“And so is nail biting based on your judgment. Anything else you’d like to get off your chest?”

Bret said tiredly, “Look, I don’t want to make this a thing. I’m just trying to get some rest and it’s kind of annoying.”

Shawn looked as if he wanted to argue but thought against it. He said sarcastically, “Ok, your highness. No more nail biting.”

Shawn wrapped his arms around his torso, hugging himself in comfort as he now yearned for a cigarette. Bret attempted to fall asleep again but was still having no luck.

After a few moments, Bret opened his eyes and glanced over at Shawn as he asked, “How long do you think we’ll stay here?”

Shawn shrugged, eyes focused on a bird perched on the windowsill. “Don’t know. As long as long we’re safe, I don’t see a reason to leave.” He turned to Bret asking, “Why?”

“No reason. It’s just…sometimes I can’t help but wonder about the future.”

“That’s where you’re fucking up,” Shawn said plainly. “There’s no planning where you’ll be a year from now, let alone what your next meal will be. You’ll drive yourself crazy thinking about that shit.”

“But don’t you ever think about how things will be once this is all over?”

“If this is ever over. There’s no telling what the future will be. Just thank your lucky stars you’ve survived another day. Tomorrow isn’t promised.”

Bret slowly lowered his gaze, saying gloomily, “Yeah. I guess you’re right.” That was depressing to think about.

Shawn’s eyes lingered on the man a moment before shifting back to the bird on the windowsill. The bird then fluttered its wings and flew off into the distance. Shawn watched it sail off into the night, wishing he could experience the same freedom.

His thoughts were interrupted when Bret suddenly asked, “What do you miss the most about our old lives?”

Shawn locked eyes with him, answering monotonously, “You know how I feel about small talk.”

Which was true, but seeing as Bret was struggling to fall asleep, he thought he’d at least attempt to have a semi-decent conversation with Shawn.

He ignored the blond’s protest, saying, “It’d be music for me. There’s so many classic records I wish I could hear right now. What about you?”

“Nothing.”

“I don’t believe you. There’s got to be something. A movie? A sport? A favorite meal? Ugh, my mom’s spaghetti is something I’d die to have right about now.”

“Nothing,” Shawn sharply reiterated, not appreciating Bret’s persistence.

Bret sighed, “Just one thing and I’ll leave you alone.”

Though Shawn wasn’t talkative, Bret thought the question was a great way to learn something new about the blond, however minuscule it may be. He wouldn’t allow himself to cower away at Shawn’s resistance this time.

Thankfully instead of being met with another fiery response, it looked as if Shawn were actually considering an answer. Shawn let out a breath, combing his fingers through his hair before saying with an absent look in his eyes, “I miss…not being like this.”

Bret perked up in interest asking, “What do you mean?”

“I mean…ever since,” Shawn hesitated.

Bret stood and walked towards Shawn, standing in front of him as he further questioned, “Since?”

Shawn’s eyes traveled upwards until they reached Bret’s encouraging eyes. Shawn looked as if whatever he wanted to say was on the tip of his tongue. But at a split second, he turned away mumbling, “Never mind-”

“No. Stop doing that.”

Shawn gave Bret a bewildered look, taken aback by his tone. “Doing what?”

“Keeping things from me. How many times do I need to remind you that we’re partners, Shawn? You should feel comfortable talking to me by now.”

“I am.”

“You’re not. Not when it comes to talking about your past.”

“Because there’s no reason to talk about it,” he huffed as he slid off the desk and walked across the room to create more space between them.

But Bret followed closely behind, not letting up as he said, “There’s every reason to talk about it when the past is obviously still affecting you. It’s not fair that I’ve told you everything there is to know about me, but you refuse to do the same.”

Bret didn’t mean to push, but he was so close to breaking through to Shawn. They’d been surviving together long enough that Bret thought he at least earned the right to hear a piece of Shawn’s backstory. But his hope died down as Shawn stood there not intending to speak.

Figuring this was probably as far as he’d ever get with the blond, Bret sighed and shook his head in disappointment as he backed away from Shawn.

Just as he turned around, he heard Shawn say lowly, “It’s not easy to talk about.”

Bret turned back, surprised to see the sadness in Shawn’s eyes. He looked smaller, vulnerable even as he looked at Bret conflicted.

“Try,” Bret said gently.

Shawn sighed before sinking down to the floor, crossing his legs as he whispered. “I didn’t used to be this way, you know?”

Bret lowered himself as well, sitting cross-legged in front of Shawn as he waited for him to continue.

“I didn’t used to be so…mean. So bold, so abrasive, so angry. When I think about the life I had before all of this, I miss the happy guy that I used to be.”

Bret listened with bated breath, stunned as Shawn said more about himself in just a few short sentences than the entire time they’d known each other. He dared to ask, “What happened to that happy guy?”

Shawn paused, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of a bad thought. “More than I’d like to remember. I used to have every reason to be happy. Great friends, great family, and a great,” Shawn faltered, unbelieving he was about to reveal this about himself. “A great husband.”

Bret blinked a few times, his eyebrows raising in surprise at the revelation.

“Don’t look so shocked. Yes, I was married. Before all of this shit took it away.”

Date: January 23, 1996 Time: 4:35 pm Location: Detroit, MI

A soft tune carried through the small home as the young couple stood in their living room swaying in each other’s arms. Shawn tightly held onto his husband, the crisp winter air making him second-guess why he agreed to move to Detroit. But as he looked up into Kevin’s loving eyes, he was reminded of the answer.

“What,” Kevin asked as he caught Shawn’s gaze.

Shawn answered softly, “Nothing. I just like looking at you.”

“Not weird at all,” Kevin teased.

“Shut up,” Shawn snickered as he hid his face into the taller man’s chest, Kevin tightening their hold. Shawn closed his eyes in comfort, lightly whispering, “I love you.”

Kevin’s heart always fluttered at those three simple words. He pecked Shawn’s temple before whispering back, “I love you, too, baby.”

Shawn slightly pulled back to look up at Kevin with a tender smile etched on his face. Kevin leaned down, pressing his head against Shawn’s as he placed a light hand on the blond’s cheek. Shawn blushed, appreciating the intimacy. They’d been married for five years, and Kevin still knew how to make his heart melt.

Just then, the couple’s loving moment was interrupted by the faint sound of screams outside.

Shawn jumped in Kevin’s arms, saying in a panic, “What was that?”

Kevin briskly walked to their radio and turned it off to listen closely. For a few seconds, all was quiet until they heard the sound of gunfire.

“That sounded close,” Shawn worriedly expressed. “What do you think it was?”

Kevin grabbed his shotgun from the corner of the room, saying, “I don’t know, but I’m going to check it out.”

“I’m coming with you-”

“No, I need you to stay in here-”

“Please don’t leave me alone, Kev. I’m scared.”

The tremble of his husband’s voice was enough for Kevin to give in. He sighed, “Ok, but stay close to me.”

They slowly made their way out of the living room, cutting through the kitchen to get to the front door. Shawn stayed hidden behind Kevin, his view blocked as the taller man opened the front door to complete chaos –neighbors being eaten alive, cars speeding off with half-dead bodies on top, shots being fired in all directions.

It was complete mayhem, all things Kevin didn’t want Shawn to see.

He quickly shut the door, locking it in a haste as he said, “Lock the windows. I’ll check the doors.”

Alarmed, Shawn asked, “What’s happening, Kev? What did you see?”

“Quickly!” Kevin barked out as he headed for the back door to check that it was locked.

Shawn didn’t understand what was going on but did as he was told. He ran to every window in the house ensuring that it was locked before meeting back up with Kevin in the kitchen. “Babe, please tell me what’s happening!”

Before Kevin could answer, a hand broke through the kitchen window, yanking onto the back of Shawn’s shirt in an effort to pull the smaller man out.

“Kevin!”

“Shawn!” Kevin was next to Shawn in a flash, but there was a moment’s hesitation as his eyes set on Shawn’s attacker.

A man, no, a thing with skin that looked like it was falling off the bone, like it’d just crawled out of a grave, its loose jaw nipping ravenously towards Shawn’s neck.

“Kevin, help!”

At the sound of his husband’s anguished scream, Kevin aimed his gun straight for the attacker’s head before letting off a loud shot. The bullet perfectly hit his target, but little did he know the shot would alert more of those things of their location.

As soon as he felt the grip loosen, Shawn scrambled away from the window, tears pooling in his eyes as Kevin checked on him. “Are you ok? Shawn, answer me!”

Shawn nodded before instantly being pulled into Kevin’s chest in relief. Shawn pulled away, panting, “W-what’s going on?! What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know.”

The sound of another window breaking caught the men’s attention. But not just that. Accompanied with it was the sound of inhumane grunts as multiple fleshy hands fought to get through the window’s small opening.

Shawn let out a terrified cry, tears streaming down his cheeks in horror as he laid eyes on the creatures – guts hanging out, faces half fallen off, no humanity behind milky eyes.

He was living in a nightmare.

Kevin was just as terrified, but knew he had to be strong for the both of them as he always had been in their marriage.

“Come on.” He grabbed Shawn’s arm he said to Shawn, Shawn’s arm with a firm hand before leading them towards the basement.

Shawn’s legs felt like jelly, the blond in shock at what he’d just seen. Zombies, or at least that’s what they looked like based on what he’d seen in movies.

There was no way this could be real. He and Kevin had just spent a lovely day together with no signs of danger in sight. How could something like those creatures come into existence in such a short period of time?

Shawn was drawn from his thoughts as he felt a light tap on his cheeks. He looked around seeing they’d made it to the basement. Kevin looked at him in concern as he urgently stressed, “Shawn? Shawn, do you hear me? Baby, you gotta listen to me.”

Shawn’s body shook uncontrollably as he blubbered, “Why is this happening? I’m scared, Kevin. I’m so scared.”

Kevin cupped Shawn’s face so he could only focus on him. “I know you are. I don’t know what the fuck those things are, but we’re not safe here.”

“What do we do,” Shawn asked helplessly.

They were interrupted by the sound of a loud thud followed by heavy footsteps walking above them. “Shit, they’re inside,” said Kevin. Shawn broke down more than he’d already been. “Shh,” Kevin said lightly, trying his best to soothe Shawn as he wiped away his tears.

Kevin’s eyes frantically darted around the basement desperate for an answer. His eyes landed on a small window in the upper corner of the room. He looked back at Shawn, knowing this would be the only way to save the love of his life. “The window.”

“Huh,” Shawn said as he wiped at his eyes, attempting to remain as calm as his husband.

“The window, Shawn. It’s your only chance of making it out of here. You need to climb out and make a run for it.”

Shawn looked at the window, momentarily relieved that his husband had a plan. That’s until he analyzed the size of the window, knowing Kevin wouldn’t be able to fit with his broader stature. Then he reflected on Kevin’s usage of the word ‘you.’

Kevin wasn’t planning on making it out with him.

“No.”

“Shawn, we don’t have time-”

“No! What about you?!”

The older man searched the basement for his spare gun as he answered, “That’s for me to worry about.”

At that moment, there was a loud banging on the basement’s door followed by feral snarls and grunts. Kevin returned to Shawn, handing him the pistol he’d found. “Here, take this for your protection. Use it the way I taught you if you need it, ok?”

A fresh stream of tears ran down Shawn’s cheek as Kevin dressed him in a jacket, roughly straightening the collar to prepare Shawn for his venture.

“Kevin, no,” Shawn squeezed out in a sob. “I’m not leaving you here! You’ve got to be out of the fucking mind if-”

He’s cut off by the sound of the basement door cracking off of the hinges. That upped the pressure of the situation causing Kevin to yell, “Dammit, Shawn! Don’t make this harder than it has to be! Just listen to me!”

Shawn only sobbed harder, quietly squeezing out, “What am I supposed to do without you? Where would I even go?”

“Go to our spot. If it’s safe, stay there and I’ll find you, ok?”

Of course, their spot. During the first year of their marriage, the couple found an abandoned treehouse deep into the woods behind their home. It was a place of sentimental value as they’d spent many nights there stargazing, cuddling, and talking about life.

Who knew their place of love would turn to their last resort for survival?

Shawn was inconsolable, the reality of the situation setting in. He said weakly, “But, Kev-”

But his concerns were cut short as his husband planted a hard passionate kiss on his lips. Shawn responded back just as fiercely, not knowing if it would be the last time he’d see him.

“I love you,” Kevin expressed with a tremble of his voice, his tough resolve beginning to crumble.

“I love you, too.”

“I will find you. I promise.”

There was another crack at the door, it nearly falling off the hinges as more undead bodies clambered on top of each other in a desperate attempt to get beyond the door.

After checking that Shawn had the pistol securely tucked away, Kevin ushered Shawn towards the window, sliding it open before hastily hoisting the smaller man up to get out. It was a tight squeeze, Shawn barely making it through as his jacket got stuck, but he was able to succeed with a forceful push from Kevin.

Once outside, Shawn quickly turned back to the window, tears blurring his sight as he heard Kevin’s last words. “Run, Shawn. Keep running and don’t look back.”

At that, the window was shut in the blond’s face, Shawn screaming Kevin’s name in agony as he banged on the window. There had to be a way to help him. This couldn’t be it.

But Shawn didn’t get a chance to think of a plan as he heard the sound of those creatures rounding the corner of the house. After one final glance at the home he’d spent so many wonderful years in, he did what his husband asked of him and took off running towards the woods.

Shawn spent three days, three lonely miserable days, waiting for Kevin to arrive. Those three days were hell, mainly due to the lack of food and the freezing night temperatures of Detroit. The only comfort he had was a discarded blanket they’d left behind that smelled faintly of Kevin.

Shawn intended on staying in the treehouse longer, but his body lost the fight to hunger.

The blond sat in the corner of the treehouse, legs tucked into his chest with a blanket strewn over his shoulders as he shivered uncontrollably. His stomach painfully ached as it let out another growl. He contemplated if he should make the trek to a nearby gas station in hopes of finding food. He knew it would be dangerous. But it was either find food or starve to death.

But what if Kevin arrived while he was gone? He didn’t want to worry the man by not being in the place he’d promised to be.

Shawn curled into himself as he groaned, wishing Kevin were there to tell him what to do. He’d always relied on the man’s guidance, trusting him to make good decisions. But now that Shawn was forced to make decisions on his own, he didn’t trust that he’d make the right one.

But humans were the weakest when they were the most vulnerable. And Shawn was losing his will to hold on.

Bret watched as Shawn placed his head in his hands, breathing deeply as he tried to collect himself. The air between them was still, Bret afraid to breathe too loudly to break the silence. He was beyond shocked to learn what Shawn had gone through, his story far more disturbing than his own.

And worse yet, Shawn wasn’t finished.

After gathering himself, Shawn lifted his head saying, “I remained hopeful the first few days. Maybe Kevin was on his way. Maybe he’d escaped using another route. Maybe he was bringing help. But all hope died the day I left that treehouse.”

Shawn slowly climbed down the treehouse’s ladder with much difficulty, stumbling down with his achy joints and stiff muscles. He was so weak, barely able to stand as his body tried to give out on him. He was so exhausted, but he knew he had to keep moving.

He walked in the direction of a gas station that he knew wasn’t too far – just a ten minute walk. He could do that.

But it was in that ten minute journey that Shawn saw the aftermath of what had taken place a few nights before. The streets were littered with abandoned cars, blood and guts were strewn across lawns, and bodies on the ground. Some were human and others were… whatever the hell those things were.

It was pure destruction, but Shawn trudged along, making it to the gas station unscathed. The store was a wreck - broken windows, flickering lights, debris everywhere – but fortunately for Shawn, it still seemed to be stocked with a few snacks.

Shawn tore into the first thing he found, a bag of chips, wolfing down the salty treat before chugging a bottle of water. He then devoured a pack of cookies before deciding to shove as many snacks into his pocket that he could fit to save for later.

As he was in the midst of shoving a pack of gummy worms into his jacket, he froze upon hearing a mangled gurgling sound. He stayed still, holding his breath to hear closely before he heard the sound again.

Shawn slowly turned around as he clutched at the gun Kevin had given him. He stooped low, cautiously stepping over fallen debris as he inched down the aisle he’d been on. He held the gun tightly to his chest, breathing deeply with closed eyes as he coached himself to be brave like Kevin would want him to be.

He peered his head around the corner in the direction of the noise and just as he feared, there was an undead being trapped between a wall and a fallen shelf. But Shawn’s heart nearly stopped when he recognized its face.

And it was in that moment that Shawn was shown firsthand how cruel and sick the world could be.

Tears immediately sprung to his eyes as he gasped, “Kevin?”

Except it wasn’t him. That couldn’t be his husband. That’s not how he last remembered him.

No longer was his tan skin, beautiful green eyes, and soft brown hair. No. What lied before him was Kevin in a mummified state, his skin a greenish/grayish hue, hair thin and stringy, eyes milky, and nails dirty with blood and grime as his hands stretched out towards Shawn in a manic manner.

Shawn felt sick to his stomach, this not being the reunion he’d envisioned. Tears warped his sight as he slowly walked towards his husband. His voice trembled, “Kev?” But the only answer he received was strained groaning.

“No,” Shawn whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. He walked a little closer, saying, “Babe,” before jumping back as it made an attempt to grab him.

A sob escaped the blond’s lips as he realized that his Kevin was gone, the man he loved no longer recognizable in the monster before him. He whispered, “What did they do to you?”

There was another failed attempt to get to Shawn, the blond’s heart breaking more than it already had. Shawn wiped at his eyes, saying quietly, “At least you kept your promise.” They did find their way back to each other, however bittersweet.

Despite Kevin’s hungry attempts to grab him, Shawn continued to talk to the man through broken sobs. “Thank you for protecting me, Kevin. I’m so sorry this happened to you.” He broke down, falling to his knees, not having the strength to stand.

But he had to be strong because that’s what Kevin would want of him. Now that his husband was gone, Shawn only had himself to depend on. And that was a scary thing to come to terms with.

It took some time, but Shawn eventually collected himself. He stood up and looked at Kevin not wanting the man, or whatever was left of him, to suffer anymore.

He tightened his grip on his gun, raising it as he whispered, “I love you.” Then he let off a shot, feeling like a piece of his soul died right along with the man in front of him.

“I haven’t been the same since,” Shawn said with unease. “I relied on him for everything, and without him, I was lost and clueless on what to do. But Kevin lost his life trying to protect me, and I’d be damned if I were going to let it go to waste.”

As he heard Shawn’s story, Bret couldn’t help but feel sorry for the man. Bret’s situation wasn’t easy by any means, but at least he had his family during the beginning of the outbreak. But Shawn had to not only go through it alone, but witness the death of his husband.

“What happened after that?"

“I was forced to grow up. I’d been coddled my whole life – spoiled as a kid, protected by my friends, and then there’s Kevin who’d lecture me if I even attempted to open a door for myself. But after his death, I had to take the reins. So I shoved down my emotions, not even having time to grieve as I focused on surviving. I headed back home to pack a bag of essentials and left. I haven’t been back since.”

Suddenly, Shawn’s rough personality made a lot more sense to Bret.

“My God. Shawn, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t,” he said thickly, that being the last thing he wanted to hear. “You wanted to know about me so badly, so there you go.”

Not wanting to upset Shawn, Bret instead asked, “How’d you end up in Canada?”

Shawn lifted a brow at the sudden question, lightly asking, “What makes you think I’m not Canadian?”

Bret faltered, wondering if it was a trick question. “There’s not a lot of people around here with southern accents.”

Shawn smiled faintly, surprising Bret as it was the first time he’d seen a genuine smile come from the man “I’m from Texas, but moved to Detroit after marrying Kevin. We agreed on buying a house there so we could be closer to his widowed mother. After losing Kevin, I didn’t have the strength to stay in that house again.”

Bret nodded, “Yeah, I get it,” feeling the same way about his situation with his parents.

“After I packed my bag, I took the car and left for the border. I came to Canada hoping the outbreak hadn’t spread this way, which it hadn’t at that time, but that didn’t last long. I eventually ran out of gas and have been on foot ever since. I just kept moving, settling wherever Walkers weren’t. I eventually found a nice cabin out in the woods until some asshole broke in trying to steal my food.”

Bret’s cheeks heated in embarrassment, but he was put at ease at the light expression on Shawn’s face. “I’ll never not be sorry about that, you know,” Bret offered.

Shawn only sighed before continuing, “And now I’m here.”

“Now we’re here,” Bret softly corrected.

Shawn held his eyes on Bret, giving a look that Bret couldn’t decipher. “Yeah, we are.” A silence floated between the two before Shawn said offhandedly, “Kevin would be so shocked to know how far I’ve made it on my own. I was so carefree and ditzy, it was a problem.”

“You? Ditzy?” From what he’d witnessed, Shawn and the word ditzy didn’t even belong in the same sentence. The blond was easily one of the smartest people he’d met in the post-apocalyptic world.

“Yeah. Crazy how this world can change a person,” Shawn said before standing up.

Bret watched as the blond headed to his backpack, digging in search of something before sitting back down in front of Bret. He opened the palm of his hand to reveal a beautiful silver ring looped around a necklace.

Shawn said fondly, “I still have my ring. I made it into a necklace a while ago because my fingers got too skinny from my poor diet. Didn’t want it flying off my hand. But nowadays I keep it tucked away in my bag so I won’t lose it.”

“It’s pretty,” he mentioned as the diamonds sparkled in the moonlight.

Shawn cracked another smile, Bret trying to burn the image into his head noting that Shawn looked more beautiful when he smiled. Then he mentally slapped himself realizing this was not the time to think about that.

“You think so? Kevin was always good at picking jewelry.”

Bret looked on sadly seeing Shawn trying to smile away the pain. He wished he could comfort the man, but Shawn seemed disinterested in receiving sympathy.

Before Shawn could allow himself to get emotional, he cleared his throat, blinking his eyes a few times before standing again saying, “That’s enough talking for the night.” He placed the ring back inside his bag before heading back to the window to continue his watch shift. Bret went to sleep that night with more respect for Shawn, realizing there was more to him than what meets the eye.

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