#buy him blue eyes contacts please im literally shaking

[g3othermal3scapism]

love languages 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[bravevolunteer]

while josh hutcherson's casting did fuel my purposeless urge to give michael brown eyes instead, that temptation is mostly overcome by me being amused that movie and game mike next to each other would just look like this

[elvislover69]

Tap: hello guys! Oh hi- EWQW *throws up* IM LITERALLY SHAKING AND CRYING PLEASE BUY HIM BROWN CONTACTS

TK: *big ol blue eyes* what's wrong, baby?

Tap: EUGYHY NOOOOOOOOO STOP LOOKING AT ME YOURE SUCKING UP MY SOUL

[hiskittyyywrites]

✧Birthday Sugar✧

Iwaizumi x F!reader NSFW

Warnings: daddy kink, kinda rough sex, semi public sex

MINORS!! DNI

a/n; First time writing a fic. Kinda nervous. Hello everyone! Welcome to my page! Here is my very FIRST fanfic and I'm so excited to share it with you all! Please enjoy and stay sweet 🍭

-His Kittyyy

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Hajime Iwaizumi. 37.  Owns 15 sports training facilities across California, including 1 in Tokyo so yeah, he’s dripping in money.

Most people know Iwa as a hard ass. Not the type to just hand out his cash to anyone.

But to Iwa, something about you made him wanna throw all his cash at you.

You both live together in his 6 bedroom modern house in L.A. You see the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets while lounging at the infinity pool.

You don’t ask for much but he loves to spoil you

Just last week he came to pick you up from work. As yall walk to the parking lot, he pulls out a pair of keys to a brand new BMW

“I saw it this morning and thought my baby girl could use a new whip”. You told him to take it back and, as usual, he rolled his eyes and shoved the keys in your hands. “Get in the car before I ruin that cute ass of yours in this parking lot instead of back at the house.”

The weekend before he whisked you away to Jamaica. He had a business meeting being held there for a possible new building. Plus he wanted to fuck you on the balcony of your hotel room while overlooking the Caribbean sea.

Buys you the most expensive gowns and dresses. He has to attend business-related dinners and parties so of course, he’s gonna wanna show you off. 

Always makes sure you have the best wines when you go out to dinner.

He knows you secretly love sapphires so he bought you a sapphire and diamond drop pendant on an 18k white gold chain for your birthday. He puts it on you and whispers in your ear “I see why you love sapphires so much, y/n. It looks fantastic against your skin.” He kissed your neck as he clasped the chain together. “I’ll have to remember to get you more…”

It's the evening of your birthday. You're wearing an expensive black, velvet maxi dress. It's off the shoulders. Deep V cut so it shows the curves of your breast nicely. The skirt of the dress has an M slit and you're wearing your favorite pair of dark blue stilettos. Of course, you're wearing your birthday pendant. Iwa wouldn't let you leave the house without it. 

Iwa is wearing a black suit with a blue tie so it matches your heels and pendant perfectly. The man has style and loves to match with you on dates. 

Iwa took you out to your favorite restaurant, Miro. From there he took you to a classy bar. The Varnish. This was his favorite and you remember he took you there on your first date. The bar is very dim with soft music flowing through the building. You found out once you're inside that he had rented the whole place out so you two could be alone. You had a few drinks then slowly danced in the middle of the dance floor. Jazz music swarming around you. "Did you have a great birthday, y/n?" "It was more than I could ever imagine!" You smiled brightly at him. He smirked. "I'm glad to hear that baby girl…" he pulls you in for a kiss as hands glide down from your hips to your ass "...now I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get out of here and get you out of this dress" His warm breath make you shiver as he whispered in your ear. You responded with a moan as he squeezed your ass. "I'll take that as a yes". He takes your wrist and drags you to the Escalade waiting for you. You both jump in the back and Iwa immediately pulls you onto his lap.

 As the driver takes off, Iwa latches his soft lips on your neck. You moan as his wet tongue traces the outline of your necklace. "Seriously baby girl, I'm gonna have you dripping in sapphires every day. We're going shopping tomorrow after brunch." As he bites down on your neck, you let out a moan. You feel him grow hard as you grind against him. He starts to trail light, wet kisses from your neck, down the deep V until he finds the curve of your left breast. He pulls down the top of your dress just enough so your breast bounces out. He immediately takes your left nipple into his mouth and his free hand rubs on your right nipple.

As you throw your head back in pleasure, Iwa lays you down across the back seat. He bites your nipple and you let out a staggered moan. You feel yourself growing wet as he grinds his hard-on against you. His hand slowly travels from your nipple to your soaking wet cunt. That's when he realized, you didn't have any underwear. "Baby girl. Were you expecting me to fuck you in public this even?" You blushed as the streets faded in and out of the vehicle. "I'm always prepared for anything, Daddy." Iwa smirked. He secretly loves it when you call him daddy. He starts to hike up your dress. He's nested in between your legs when he starts biting at your thighs. Leaving marks and wet kisses trailing up to your wet heat. 

He slides two cold fingers across your folds and you let out a loud gasp. "Pleaseee daddy…" you moaned out loud. "Please what?" He pressed back blowing at your throbbing pussy. You moaned and started wiggling your hip. Iwa frowned and slapped your thigh. "Now baby girl, I KNOW I taught you better than that. Use your words." You pouted at him. He started to pull away "You got 5 minutes until we're home. Better hurry up or I’ll just have to make you wait." You both locked eyes until you spoke up. "Please fuck me with your tongue, daddy." Iwa smirked and dipped back down to your heat. "Anything for the birthday girl," He said as his tongue flattened against your clit. You let out a breathy moan as his tongue slides in between your folds. Iwa immediately starts darting his tongue in and out of you. When he applies pressure to your swollen clit with his thumb, you thread your hands through his hair to push him deeper. "Hajime…" you moaned. Iwa makes eye contact with you. He knows exactly what you want. You always call him by his first name when you're about to cum. He slows down his pace. You whimper, "Hajimeeee please!" He stops his tongue work but his thumb made slow circles on your clit. "Now baby girl if you wanna cum, you know how to ask….properly." It was almost like he was staring into your soul, waiting for the response he was looking for. You let out a frustrating groan. "Please let me cum, daddy!" Iwa smirks. "Good girl." He lifts your legs onto his shoulders. His mouth connects back with your clit as he slips two fingers in your pussy. A loud moan escapes from your mouth. The way he's working his tongue and fingers right now is insane. You start to feel your stomach coil. You're right there on the edge. Iwa feels your pussy start to pulse around his fingers. He pumps faster. "That's it, baby girl! Cum on daddy's fingers! Get them all nice and wet for me!" His words were enough to end you over the edge. ''FUCK! IM CUMMING!" You scream as your juices sprayed out from you. Iwa removed his fingers from inside you. He sucks your juices off from his fingers with a moan. "Hmm baby girl, you've always had the sweetest taste. Taste yourself." He brings you into a searing hot kiss. Forces his tongue into your mouth so you could have a taste for yourself. 

As you're coming down from your high, the driver pulls up to the house. Iwa hands him a $100 bill and the older man exits the vehicle. Arms a little wobbly, you try to sit up only to be shoved back down. You look at Iwa puzzled but he was too busy unbuckling his belt. "Sorry baby but daddy decided he's just gonna fuck you in the back seat of this Escalade." Before you could even protest, he pulled your dress over your head so you were completely naked in front of him. The moonlight made your skin glow as it peeked through the sunroof. "You're so beautiful, y/n. Even in the moonlight. No one compares to you." You pull in for a soft kiss as he caressed your cheek. You feel his meaty grath slowly slide into you. You moaned into his mouth. Your cunt was still soaking wet so it was easy for him to slip into you. 

Iwa pulls back from the kiss but keeps eye contact with you. "Fuck baby, you're so tight around me. You feel amazing." He starts to pick up his pace. He pounding you so hard the car is literally shaking. "Oh my god, Hajime!! Fuck I'm gonna cum again." "Fuck just hold on a little longer. I'm almost there baby girl." He flips you around so that you're on your hands and knees. Your face pressed against the cool window. Iwa trusts back in you, fucking you from behind. He gives you a slap on your ass. You cry out from the sting. "Fuck baby...throw it back on daddy.' You start thrusting back on his cock. Your pussy is so wet you can hear the juices spilling out of you. Iwa moans as he grabs onto your hips. "You're gonna make me cum in a second." You asked if he was gonna pull out. He smirked and leaned in towards your ear. "Absolutely not beautiful. We're gonna test out that expensive birth control I just paid for! See if it works against my swimmers." He bites down on your shoulder as he wraps his arm around and rubs your clit. "Hajime I'm cumming!" You scream out his name in pleasure. "Cum for me again. Squeeze that wet cunt around me!" That was enough to push you over again for the second time tonight. After a couple more thrusts, Iwa released inside you. You felt his warm cum coat the inside of you. There was much, it started dripping out of you.

You clasped along the back seat.  Exhausted from all the pleasure. Iwa pulled your naked body back into his. He wrapped his suit jacket around you and help you close to his body. Whispering sweet nothings, rubbing you back while pampering your face with soft kisses. You soon drifted to sleep.

Iwa carried you out the car to the house bridal style. He whispered to you "I hope you had a wonderful birthday baby girl. Don't worry. Daddy is still taking you shopping tomorrow after brunch."

[buckyskorpion]

tess brain go hnnnnnnngh

hello this is only thing ive written in like a week and its for a new fic im SORRY but i thought i would post it anyway bc i have nothing else to offer hehe. it’s the beginning of my fic for laur’s writing challenge and boy oh boy has this morphed into it’s own beast. under the cut for those who dont care

“You know she’s not going to be happy about this,” Sam says.

“She’s never happy about anything,” Bucky replies. He flicks at a photograph pinned to your corkboard, your arm around some guy kissing your temple while you grin at the camera. There’s a bunch of photos just like it with the same dude; receding hairline, squinty blue eyes, tall but skinny in a vaguely malnourished way. One photo from what looks like a Halloween party catches his interest. You have a cardboard sign hanging over your shoulders to look like a square from the periodic table, and it reads ‘AH! The element of surprise’. Nerds, Bucky thinks with a scowl, and turns away from the corkboard.

Your office is nothing like he thought it would be, and that aggravates him. It’s hardly surprising - most things about you aggravate him. You have statues of Star Wars characters on your desk, a dying pot plant in the corner, books on quantum mechanics and Deutsch propositions left open and scribbled in on the coffee table. There’s too much personality left carelessly lying around, and none of it is yours. Bucky can’t wait to get the hell out of here.

Sharon walks in first, closing the door softly behind her and shoots them both a grimace. “She’s coming, but, uh- she’s not happy about this.”

“See?” Sam says, gesturing to Sharon as if she’s proving his point when Bucky agreed with him. He turns to face Sam lounging in the armchair on the other end of the room and flicks him the finger.

“Let’s try and contain this situation, shall we?” Sharon says. She’s nervous, Bucky notes, moving to stand in the middle of the room and smoothing down non-existent creases in her slacks. She refuses to look at Bucky, and that gives him a bad feeling. “Just listen to her yell for a bit. Bucky - let us do the talking, ok?”

Sharon is still not looking at him. Bucky nods instead of replying, baiting her to glance over, which she does. She trains her eyes on his nose and gives him a frankly insulting smile of recognition, immediately turning back to the door as her face drops. Bucky’s bad feeling intensifies.

Before he can try and figure out why one of the best Agents of SHIELD and former CIA operative can’t seem to pretend everything is fine, the door to the office slams open. It bounces back, smacks you in the shoulder as you storm into the room, and you push it back again with an aggravated shout. Sam rolls his lips together to smother his laugh but Bucky doesn’t bother. You turn a murderous glare onto him, and the shouting begins.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” You march up to Sharon and jab a finger in her chest, forcing her back a step. “You gave me this job, why the hell are you coming in here fucking it all up?”

“We have some new developments,” Sharon says, keeping her voice even like she’s trying to placate a feral dog. It does not have the desired effect.

“Ever thought of picking up the phone?” you shout, throwing your hands wide. “Sending a text? A letter? A carrier pigeon? Anything but showing up to my six month long deep cover mission with two of the most recognisable faces on the fucking planet! Really, Sharon? Captain America?”

“She’s right, y’know,” Sam says, smiling through Sharon’s warning glare. “My face is pretty unforgettable.”

“It’s good to see you, Sam” you say, gritting your teeth like it physically pains you to derail your tirade for some niceties. “You should’ve left Barnes at home.”

“I offered to stay in the car,” Bucky says. He smiles, all teeth, and you poke your tongue out at him.

“Do you know how difficult it has been to be stuck here playing dumb with this bunch of incels for six fucking months?” You say, spinning away from Sharon now to open the small fridge in the corner. You pull out one of those mini bottles of whiskey and down half of it, baring your teeth at the sting. “Please don’t make it all for nothing or I will kill you all, and then myself.”

“The timeline has moved up,” Sharon says. She shakes her head when you offer her the rest of your whiskey and you shrug, chugging the remaining half. Sam makes an offended noise and you grab another one, chucking it towards him as he makes grabby hands. Bucky doesn’t even bother asking.

“That’s funny, because as far as I remember it’s me who sets the timeline,” you say. “And I say it’s staying exactly the fucking same.”

“Look, I know this has been a rough mission-“

“Rough? I am watching a bunch of psychopathic virgins reinvent time travel at a snails pace whilst entertaining their neo-nazi purist ideals and I haven’t been able to physically hurt any of them? Rough is an understatement.” you say.

“Sounds terrible,” Bucky says with an eye roll. Everyone in the room turns to glare at him.

“I’d like to see you spend one day with these scumbags,” you seethe, stepping forward with your teeth bared.

“Something tells me it can’t be any worse than having my brain fried by Nazi’s, sweetheart,” Bucky says. You hate when he condescends you like that, and Bucky knows it. You make to throw the empty mini-whiskey bottle at him but Sharon steps in-between you two, holding her hands up with a disappointed frown.

“Bucky, you were supposed to leave the talking to us,” Sharon says. She turns to you and adds, “And you would do well to remember that I’m your boss, agent. I give the orders.”

“Aw, let them fight,” Sam says from the armchair. “It’ll be fun.”

“Enough,” Sharon says. She claps her hands together to regain control of the room, but it’s tenuous. To you, she says, “We need you to speed up __________’s research. Find a way, I don’t care how, but in a month they need to figure out Stark’s theory of time travel.”

“Excuse me?” You glance between Sharon, Sam, and Bucky like someone can offer an explanation but no one does. Incredulously, you say, “I’ve been here slowing them down so they don’t figure it out, and now you want me to- speed them along? Give them the answer?”

“Yes,” Sharon says. Her eyes are saying something else to only you and Bucky aches to know what it is. “Sam and Bucky have come across some new intel that requires the _____ to finish their machine. We need you to help them get there in one month’s time.”

“Am I allowed to know this new, game-changing intel?” you ask. There’s a muscle ticking in your jaw that looks set to explode any second.

“Only that there is someone who is very interested in buying into what the ________ come up with,” Sharon says. “When you’ve completed your mission, you will be fully briefed.”

“Oh, great,” you say with an eyeroll. “I love ambiguity.”

“You’re a spy,” Sam says, staring at you. “That’s literally your entire life.”

“Can we focus?” Sharon asks, shooting Sam a warning glare to which he holds his hands up in a Gesture of innocence. To you, she asks, “Do you understand your mission?”

“No,” you say simply, turning away from Sam to have a silent conversation with Sharon that involves a lot of eyebrow movements. Softly, as if no one else in the room can hear you, you say, “You know why I can’t let them figure it out.”

Sam and Bucky share a look while the two spies in the room have some kind of telepathic argument. It doesn’t seem to last long. Once again, the bad feeling in Bucky’s gut returns when you look to the floor and don’t make eye-contact with any of them again. As per usual in Bucky’s life there are things left unsaid, omitted by silence, and he itches to know what has your shoulders rounding and the fight you always fling around like confetti, dying out as quickly as it flared up.

“The goal remains the same,” Sharon says, “but as I said, the timeline has changed. We will see you in a month or so, agent.”

“I guess you will,” you say. Sam claps you on the shoulder as he walks out and Sharon hands you a dossier with your new mission parameters. Bucky always feels awkward with goodbyes, especially with people he doesn’t particularly like and who don’t like him in return. You glare at your toes and say, “Don’t even think about touching me, Barnes.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says. He shoves his hands in his pockets as he walks past you and adds, “Don’t fuck it up.”

“You’ll know if I do,” you bite back, just as the door closes behind him. Your words follow him down the hall, past the laboratories blinking with dull red security lights and the fire exit door they left chocked open when they broke in. He doesn’t like the way that sits in his brain. It clunks around, tinkering with things he’d rather leave untouched.

Spies, Bucky thinks. They always find a way to get inside his head.

[xiaodejunletsact]

say it | dong sicheng

word count: 4,021

genre: royalty!au, princess!reader, servant/ best friend!sicheng, fluff and lil bit of angst and smut.

warnings: attempted sexual assault (nothing to graphic but still), violence, implied sex (well, kinda just sex)

author’s note: hey!! so i literally pulled this out of my ass as a little present for all of my followers as a thank you for getting me to 1K followers!!! i can’t thank you guys enough for supporting my work and i can’t believe im already at 1k what the fuckk. anyway,, i wrote this little au for y’all just a warning; its not very good since i wrote it so last minute but i still hope you guys enjoy it. actor!xiaojun is going to be done soon so please look forward to it!! once again thank you :)

synopsis: after years of not knowing what the feelings stirring in your heart for the young servant boy you know as your best friend were, an incident with a disgusting duke and the moonlight on sicheng’s face help you find your answer.

The only thing more suffocating than the corset wrapped tightly around your waist was the predatory stare the Duke of the neighboring kingdom was giving you from across the dining table.

Out of all the potential suitors your mother has picked in her 4 months of searching, this one was surely one of the worst; he was evidently almost twice your age; the top his shiny head was beginning to appear beneath the three pathetic strands brushed over to conceal the clear sign of his age. His hands were free of calluses and his neat nails were clear indication of the amount of work this man does in his everyday life. Once you finally look at his face, you realize that you have found the worst part of him: his eyes. The light blue of them that is usually seen as beautiful leans more towards grey causing an almost lifeless and frightening affect upon them, they’re hooded as they stare back at you; the shivers that go up your spine force you to look away, redirecting your gaze to your hands.

You smile when you see the neatly bent wire wrapped around your index finger, the helix shape it made as it circled your finger takes you back to the moment you received the makeshift ring.

You hadn’t known Sicheng very well at the time but you knew that he came from a poor family, your mother had taken in with the exchange of them doing the labor and work around the palace. He was only 16 when you met him for the first time, black hair falling slightly over his eyes as he frantically apologizes for god knows what only to stopped by your gentle hand on his, telling him it’s okay. He visibly calms at this before standing up straighter, trying hard to rebalance all the tray of pots and dishes he carries in his shaky hands. You can tell he’s struggling, but he covers up his failed attempts to calm down with a sweet (and slightly embarrassed) smile. That’s when you decide that you liked Sicheng. Maybe not in a romantic way, but in a way that you knew you wanted to spend more time with the young servant boy.

Which you did by following around the boy as he did his chores and asking him any questions that popped into your head, which he tried to answer the best he could while he body was racked with nerves. However, after a while, the conversation started to flow easier, Sicheng started to ask you questions back and openly display an emotion other than stoic. He would laugh out loud and even nudge your shoulder from time to time in playful gesture. Sicheng realizes he likes you too.

That’s why one day, as you two side by side down the palace halls on the way to the kitchen, Sicheng pulls a silver object of the pocket of his worn out pants and brings it up to your face. “My mother told me that my father gave her a ring as a promise to forever be loyal to her and… I just wanted you to know that I will forever be loyal to you, princess y/n.”

It’s difficult to explain the emotions that were going through you at the moment but they lead up to you happily throwing your arms around the boy, squeezing him tight enough that he can feel the genuine appreciation for the thoughtful gift. You don’t see is Sicheng’s face becoming beet red as you wrap your arms around him but you feel his arms wrap around you slowly, hesitantly, and his head lean on top of yours. When you slip the ring onto your index finger with a fond smile on your face, Sicheng has to look down at his feet to ensure that he hasn’t elevated off the ground and is floating above your head because of how happy he is.

“Is there something you find humorous, my lady?” You immediately snap out of your daydream as the taunting voice of the Duke brings you back to reality. You almost roll your eyes but smile politely, shaking your head.

“No, not particularly.”

“You were smiling just seconds ago.”

“Was I? I must have done it unconsciously.” You almost sighed in relief as he seems to buy it, nodding his head and standing up.

“Shall we take a walk around the palace?” He walks around the table and towards the exit of the dining room, not awaiting your response. You reluctantly stand get on your feet, sending reassuring smiles to the maids you sent apologetic ones you way before leaving the room.

-

“It’s a bit dusty on this shelf don’t you think?” The man’s white finger comes down on the counter in a swiping motion, picking up the grand total of about 4 dust particles. He shows you he clean finger as he makes a disgusted face. You think you might die.

That is, until you see a familiar face turning the corner. You feel relief rush through your body as you see the black hair you know so well. The voice of the Duke drowns out once again as you watch Sicheng dust a painting at the end of the hall. He has changed since the time you first met, he’s taller and slimmer. The baby face you once knew is long gone, replaced with sharp angles. The broadness of his shoulder has surely reached maximum capacity by this point, and you it quickly turns into one of those moments where you begin to wonder when did Sicheng get so… hot? These days you often catch yourself staring at him but so did every other normal person in the castle. While you were busy thinking about the hotness of your best friend your potential suitor has taken the liberty of calling him over to dust the shelves on the palace walls.

Sicheng’s presence is like a lavender candle, the closer he gets the more relaxed and at ease you feel. You nearly jump of joy when he’s right beside you. “Yes, your majesty?”

“Clean these shelves, boy. The person who did who did clearly didn’t know what they were doing because these shelves are filthy.”

You nearly snort at his statement, seeing as that you and Sicheng had dusted the shelves together that same morning.

“Of course.” Sicheng replies, carefully maneuvering the duster around the designs of the fancy shelf, cleaning off whatever it is the Duke has seen. Meanwhile the Duke goes off about the time he spent studying in Spain, and this conversation, much like the others gets drowned out. This time, by the outline of Sicheng’s back muscles through his white shirt as he dusts those shelves like a pro.

“Princess, your mind is awfully distant today.” The old man shoots you an accusing and annoyed look that shoots between you and Sicheng. You realize that he had caught you staring at the servant and was now giving you a judgemental look. “Is there something you need from this servant boy?”

Sicheng finally turns towards, keeping a straight face while making eye contact with you for the first time since you entered the hall. (Sicheng was told to not interact with you with suitors came to visit since it could put them off.) The Duke must see the corners of your lips tug slightly into a soft smile at the interaction because he suddenly steps between you two, clearing his throat simultaneously reminding you of his question. “Not right now.” But there is. You need him to get you out of here, you need him to whisk you away to the garden so you can water plants together and be at peace. Though you would never say any of these things to the old man because he would realize that you needed Sicheng in a way very different to the one he had thought of.

He watches you with suspicious eyes as you try your best to not show any of the emotions running through you right now, which proves to be harder than you expected. What with the scrutinizing gaze of the Duke and Sicheng’s gentle smile peering over his shoulder.

“Shall we continue the tour?” You suggested, desperate to move to a different topic of conversation. Thankfully, the man agrees and walks ahead of you, only after sending a dirty look Sicheng’s way.

-

“This is my bedroom.” You trace your hand across the intricate design of the familiar door, slowly moving past it to next room only to be stopped by the Duke’s hand on your arm, pulling you back. The second you meet his eyes you wish you could run away. The pale blue, dead looking eyes you hate so much stare back at you, this time, they hold a predatory feel. His intentions clear.

“I would love to see it.” You gulp, thinking of ways to politely decline his offer. However, you have no time to do so since the man is suddenly opening your door and dragging you into the room.

He examines the room with a somewhat judgmental look. Frowning slightly as he sees the odd knick knacks and artifacts you had collected with Sicheng over the years lining your window sills and filling up the majority of your desk. “This is very…interesting.”

You notice the wince in his voice as he says the words still, you force a smile. “Thank you, I got them from a good friend of mine.”

“Sit on the bed with me, princess.”

You feel your body go rigid when he says those words. Sweat begins to pool around the neck of your dress and you become hyper aware of all your surroundings. You’re nearly shaking as the man pulls you to the bed. No matter how hard you try, you can’t find it in you fight back. You don’t know why. Maybe fear. But you seem to become his puppet for a moment as he sits you down next to him on you nearly made bed.

“You know princess,” The man whispers into your ear causing shivers of disgust to go down your spine, you feel like you might cry as he moves even closer to you. His breath fanning your neck in a way that makes you sick. “I can’t be your suitor until I see what you have to offer.”

You feel yourself begin to feel sick and even then, you do nothing to stop it. It’s like you’ve lost full control of your body. Tears start running down your cheeks as the man leans forward and presses a sloppy kiss on your neck. You curl away in disgust, causing the man to look at you with an offended look.

And that’s when you see the familiar shoes from under your door frame.

“Sicheng!” You shoot up, pushing the man’s hands off of you. “Please, help!” The Duke’s hands are immediately on you again although now, they are over your mouth, being used to silence you. You try desperately to push away but his grip on you is tight. That is, until his hands are being pried off of you and his body is thrown on the floor in front of you. Suddenly you feel a pair of rough yet soft hands of either side of your face.

“Y/N?”

It’s only when you open your eyes that you realize that they were closed to begin with. The sight of Sicheng’s eyes calms you almost immediately (you were almost positive he was your remedy). His worried eyes bore into yours as he wipes away your tears with his thumbs. “Y/n, what happened? What did he do to you?”

You can only hiccup as you recall the event, the helplessness you felt and the pure disgust the memory brings you. Sicheng watches in concern as you sob in his hands, anger rushes through his blood as he turns to the man lying on the floor. Crouching down to his level, he grabs a fistful of the man’s expensive dress shirt. “What did you do to her?”

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Sicheng this angry. His forearm is bulging from the tight grip he has on the man’s shirt, the veins on his flushed neck protruding as he clenches his jaw at the man under him. “What did you do to the princess?” He repeats through clenched teeth.

The Duke stays quiet beneath him before daring to utter the words with a laugh: “Just sampling the goods.”

Before you know it, Sicheng’s fist was connecting with the side of the man's jaw. Only to be followed by another and another. Until two of the guards who had heard the commotion came running in, they both woke together to detach Sicheng from the bloodied man. Who stands up and sends Sicheng a threading glare before turning your way. He laughs incredulously in your direction and leaves the room with the little dignity he had left.

-

Once the Queen catches word of the incident, the Duke is banned from ever setting foot in the kingdom again, and she promises you to not bring in any more potential suitors for the time being. Saying she wanted to give you some time to recover from the traumatic incident.

And although she is grateful for the fact that he had stopped the Duke from taking advantage of you, The Queen was adamant on carrying out punishments. Sicheng was told not to interact with you while the suitors were here much less in such a violent manner. Even though the Queen loved Sicheng almost as much as you she did give him the weak punishment of staying two weeks in the underground servants quarters. Which moved his duties from the main palace floor to the kitchen and stables, which were inarguably the hardest jobs to perform around the palace, although you felt guilty for your friend, you knew you’re mother was only giving him a light punishment compared to what she could’ve done, so you stay quiet. Sicheng assured you that he would be fine down there but even then you found yourself sneaking out of your room at half past 1 with your thick duvet wrapped around your head, dragging behind you on your way down to the underground servants quarters.

When you reach the room Sicheng was staying in, you turn the doorknob gently as to not make too much noise. Then you’re met with makes your heart ache slightly. Sicheng is lying on a small bed with his bare back facing you, nothing but a thin sheet covering his legs. He shivers slightly as a cool breeze comes through the window and brushes against his body.

“Sicheng.”

The poor frightened boy shoots up from his bed at the sight of your unexpected presence. His hand falls over his heart as his eyes widen, his breathing calming down as he realizes it’s just you. “You scared me.”

You giggle, “I can see that.”

Seeing you like this makes Sicheng heart flutter, duvet wrapped around your head and sweet giggles leaving your lips. He nearly becomes mush as he remembers that this is a sight only he gets to see, and a memory that will be just his forever. He smiles, “What are you doing here?”

“I just can’t stand the thought of you being alone down here. It’s really chilly tonight too.” Your words scause Sicheng to smile once again, he scoots over until he’s against the wall to make room for you. You lay your body next to him and throw your duvet over the two of you. Sicheng sighs as he’s engulfed by the warmth of the duvet and your body, he then nuzzles his head into the covers cutely.

The bed is smaller than you thought it would be; you and Sicheng were practically pressed against each other. (Not than either of you were complaining.) The feeling of his bare skin under the covers causes your heart to race.

Once you’ve both settled in, facing each other as your eyes take in his face and his yours, a comfortable silence settles. The moonlight coming in through the window looks extra beautiful when it’s draped across your face, Sicheng thinks. His hand reaches up to stroke your cheek softly in an affection gesture that is not rare between you two.

“Thank you for stopping that guy yesterday,” you break the silence with the words you’ve hadn’t gotten the chance to say, “You’re my hero, Sicheng.” Though your words are childish, you couldn’t have meant them more. Without Sicheng, you would be nowhere. Those words were the only ones even remotely close to doing justice to the gratitude and love you feel for the boy laying across from you. Who smiles slightly at your words.

“You don’t have to thank me, princess. You know I would do anything for you.” It’s your turn to smile as he gazes down at you affectionately. You bring your hand up to his face and show him your ring.

“My most loyal companion.” He chuckles lightly before taking your hand in his and laying them, intertwined, between your bodies. “I want to give you something too, so you can remember that I will also always be loyal to you, Sicheng.”

Sicheng smiles but shakes his head politely, “You coming all the way down here in the middle of the night just because you thought I would be lonely was enough to remind me of your loyalty.”

You chuckle before looking up at Sicheng’s face once again. Then, it’s like the scene begins play in slow motion, the soft smile he’s wearing tugs your heartstrings a specific way, the moonlight in his eyes twinkle a bit brighter and it dawns on you…

Sicheng was your best friend. Sicheng was the one you could confide in the most. Sicheng has always taken care of you and helped you through your hardest times. Sicheng was someone you could always count on. Sicheng is the love of your life.

You’re in love with Sicheng.

The feeling had always been there, but you never knew what exactly it was that you were feeling.

The realization crashes into you like a wrecking ball, and the boy in question seems to notice. “What’s wrong?” Concern has seeped into the features of his face and you desperately wanted it to go away and be replaced with the gentle smile he was wearing moments ago. “You face turned serious all of the sudden.”

Another silence washes over the two of you as watch him be for another few minutes, processing the new found information. You know there’s no time like the present, there is no man like the one across from you and there’s no chance you’re going to let this perfect moment pass.

“Sicheng?”

“Hmm?”

“How would you feel if I told you I was in love with you?”

The boy immediately sits up on the small bed, eyes wide giving you dejavú to the moment you walked into the room earlier that night. “What?”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you realize that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. All that courage you felt just minutes ago nowhere to be see. “I’m… I’m in love with you.”

You avoid his gaze that is currently burning holes into the side of your head. You attempt to hide your blushing face under the covers only to have them pulled down by Sicheng, who pulls you into a kiss that was gentle enough to send you mind reeling but hard enough that you feel all the oxygen in your lungs leaving. Leaving you breathless.

You can’t believe this is happening.

Neither can Sicheng.

As you pull away and look Sicheng’s glassy eyes and swollen lips, everything feels so dreamy, you have a hard time believing this is real.

Sicheng decides to speak first, “Are you really in love with me?”

Your eyes quickly become teary like his, you nod. “I am, Sicheng.”

A laugh escapes his lips as a tear falls out of his eye, though he wipes it away quickly. “You’re in love with me. I can’t believe… you love me back.” The sincerity that stares back you as reaches up to wipe away the tear that had fallen from the corner of your eye.

The room is filled with the sound of soft sniffles and the love that radiates off of your bodies. Which settles for a few minutes until Sicheng decides to break the silence.

“It won’t be easy for us, you know.” His words carry a worrisome tone that reminds you of the fact that you are the princess, and (even though you didn’t see him as one) Sicheng was in fact a servant in the castle. You were supposed to marry a rich prince that would benefit the political affairs of your kingdom, Sicheng can’t do that.

But Sicheng can make you laugh like no other, he can ease your stress and cure your sadness like it’s his specialty. Sicheng can protect you and keep you safe from the world.

Sicheng takes care of the older maids when they fall sick, he helps people around the town with their chores when he has finished his own, he always thinks about the people around him before he thinks about himself. He doesn’t have anything to offer other then a heart of gold and good intentions.

What better person is there to be king?

“I know,” you bring your hand up to stroke his messy black hair, running your fingers through it before letting it fall back to its original place on his forehead. “We will have fights and people won’t agree with our relationship, we will have to be strong Sicheng. It will be worth it in the end.”

A closed lipped smile makes its way onto Sicheng’s face and he pulls you closer to him, his hand grips the back of your nightshirt tightly as presses your foreheads together. His breath fans on your mouth as he whispers the words he can now say whenever he pleases, “I love you.”

You chuckle and say them back. You say it again and again and again until his lips are back on yours. You keep saying as his kisses reach your neck and jaw, this time with a breathy tone to them; elated and breathless at the feeling of his warm mouth on your neck.

You say it when he finally finds his rightful place between your legs, hands on your hips as he slowly enters you, the sheets thrown off your bodies because of the increasing heat radiating off the two of you. “My Queen.” He sighs as he looks down at you, his eyes are hooded and lust filled, messy hair sticking to his forehead. Sweat drips down his chest and toned abdomen causing your mouth water.

You say it with your hands in his hair as his sweaty body crashes onto yours, your breaths meet and mix between you before he leans forward and presses one last long kiss on your swollen lips.

His sleepy smile is the last thing you before you fall fast asleep that night, Sicheng’s arm around your waist pulling you against him so he could feel you while he slept.

-

The Queen chuckles slightly as she walks into her daughter’s bedroom only to find it empty and the duvet missing. She figured you would end up in the underground servants quarters with Sicheng. You always did have a pull towards that boy, as did he for you.

Sighing, she leaves the room towards her office in the castle where her maid sits at the desk writing. “Darling, will you please send a message to the Southern prince who was supposed to come here in 3 weeks? Tell him to not go through the hassle of traveling all the way up here.” The Queen sees the confused look on the woman’s face and clarifies her words, “I think Princess Y/N has already found what she has been searching for.”

[exi-dentally]

Toddler Wingmen - Im Jaebum x Reader

Title: Toddler Wingmen Author: Haru. Pairing: Im Jaebum x Reader

Parenting.  A hectic, wanting to pull all your hair out in frustration and somehow memorable milestone most people hit once or multiple times during their lives. Although, at this point Jaebum really wished his child - Yugyeom - came with a freaking 'how-to' guide on how to take care of such a big ball of energy.  Being a single father with a child, who literally doesn't listen, dances to whatever song on the radio in the car, eats so much it's actually crazy, talks back from time to time and tends to love risking his life (I mean, who doesn't as a child?) 24/7 was such a pain in the a--  I mean, keep this PG rated since it's a fluffy fic, so, pain in the butt?  "Yugyeomie," Jaebum warned for the second time in a row as he held on to his son's hand as they made their way through the automatic door entrance to the grocery store to find snacks and lunch ideas for Yugyeom for his class fieldtrip to the farm. "Make sure you stay next to appa, okay? This place scary to get yourself lost."  "Okay!" Yugyeom replied happily, following Jaebum as he turned to the left to pick up a grocery cart. Jaebum, once he located a clean and not squeeky sounding cart, picked up Yugyeom and placed him into the child seat which was built in and handed the young boy his phone which contained the list of food and condiments Yugyeom had requested for lunch for the field trip and the grocery list for the week.  "So, Yugyeomie, what does appa need to buy?" Asked Jaebum as he maneuvered the cart to the fruits and veggie section of the grocery store, occasionally looking down at his little boy who was in his seat and to check if he was going to drop his phone for the millionth time this week. "Appa needs to buy bananas and apples."  "Bananas," Jaebum made his way over to the bananas and picked up the ones that were almost ripe, placing them in a plastic bag which was located to the right of the bananas. "And apples."  "Apples! The red ones!" Yugyeom pointed to the apples which were to the left of the bananas, at the bright red Gala Apples. "Just like my hair!"  "Alright, red apples it is," Laughed JB as he grabbed another plastic bag and placed a couple red apples into the bag, holding them up to Yugyeom before placing both the apples and Bananas in the cart. "Anything else?"  "Blueberries!"  "Blueberries." Jaebum put his right foot onto the bottom part of the cart and pushed the cart with his left, riding on the cart like one would ride a scooter, making the dyed redheaded boy burst out with laughter at his father's antics. Once the blueberries were found - they were in a plastic container near where all the leafy greens were located on the far right of the fruits and veggie section of the grocery. Picking up one that looked decent - none of the blueberries were squished, most of them were fairly large, and none that had bacteria on it - he placed them in the cart along with the other fruits and looked down at Yugyeom with a smile, "Next?"  "Bread," The young boy then put his father's phone on the child seat next to him and lifted his arms up, closing and opening his fists. "Can Yugyeom get the bread?" Jaebum raised an eyebrow at Yugyeom's question. He wants to get the bread? The bread that's literally right near the bakery section of the grocery... The one where all the chocolate covered sweets are located? "You want to get the bread?"  "Yeah."  "Will you come back with just bread, Yugyeomie?" Jaebum emphasized the 'just' part, knowing that his son will most likely forget the bread and come back with sweets. "Do you promise to just get bread?"  "Yugyeomie promises!" The boy shot his father an innocent looking smile as he got lifted out of his seat in the cart and ran over to the far left side of the grocery, where the bread and baked goods were. The boy then scanned his bright, big eyes over all the bread the store had to offer before he caught one that he had a liking for. Grinning, he walked over to it, taking small little steps, making his feet pitter patter against the tile floor and stood in front of the blue rack that held the bread he liked. "Bingo!" He exclaimed before reaching for the last one which was at the top of the rack, going on his tippy toes and extending his arms as far out as it could.  "You need a little help there, little buddy?" A feminine voice spoke from behind him, making him quickly turn around, looking up at the beautiful girl wearing a baker's uniform. "It seems your a little too short, but that's okay," The girl then took out the packaged loaf of bread the boy was reaching for and handed it over to him with a sweet smile. "I'm short too!"  "Thank you!" He immediately thanked the girl before he bowed. Before running off the girl caught his hand in a firm but gentle hold. "Hold up, little one," She then pointed at the bakery that was to the left of the bread section. "I made a fresh batch of cookies and I was wondering if you wanted to taste-test them for me."  Taste test cookies? For free?  Who the hell denies that offer?  The boy nodded his head before properly taking the baker girl's hand as she guided him over to the counter. "Wait here." She advised as she went into the bakery, grabbing a chocolate chip cookie and handing it over to the small boy. "It might be a little warm still, but the chocolate is melted - which is how I prefer my cookies." Yugyeom took a bite of the cookie he was given and sighed delightfully.  These cookies were 10000% better than how Uncle Jinyoung makes his cookies!  Maybe even a thousand-million-kajillion times better!  Satisfied, the girl bent down to the boy's height and patted his head, messing up his hair slightly. "Anyways, little one, you should head back to your parents now, I didn't mean to keep you from them." The redheaded child nodded before walking off, quickly wiping off the chocolate around his mouth with the sleeve of his zip-up Star Wars sweater, heading back to his father.  "Gyomie, what took you so long?" Jaebum sighed as he saw his child, a little more calmer that his son had returned from his (not supposed to be twenty minutes to find a loaf of bread) 'trip' to the bread section of the grocery. "I got the bread."  "But what took you so long?" Jaebum repeated his question as Yugyeom threw the loaf of bread over his head and into the shopping cart. "I had a cookie." The little Im muttered under his breath, glancing up at his father who bent down to his height and inspected him.   "A nice noona gave me a cookie."  "You got a cookie," Jaebum placed his index finger under Yugyeom's chin and made him turn his head to face the elder. Spotting some spots that were missed from wiping with his sweater, Jaebum wiped it off with his thumb, shaking his head. Great, later tonight, he's probably going to be all hyper from the sugar and then crash at like, hey, 10pm, three hours after his bed time. "From a stranger."   "It was a free cookie, appa!"  "Next time, I'm going to come with you to get the bread," He then lifted Yugyeom from under the arms and placed him back into his seat. "So that you don't get cookies."  "But appa! I only ate one cookie!" Protested the younger child, throwing his hands up in the air and pouted. Even though he had only eaten one cookie, Jaebum knew that either way, he'd find Yugyeom stuffing his face with chocolate chip cookies at home - even though the jar of cookies were hidden decently well in one of the cupboards in the kitchen - and end up on a sugar high.  God, this kid was crazy.  Please send help.

 The next week, Jaebum entered the grocery store, holding onto little Yugyeom's hand as they crossed the street, and, this time, with a smaller grocery list - they were planning a picnic with the rest of Jaebum's extended family - for the weekend. "Do we need a cart, appa?"  "No, we can carry it," Jaebum replied, unlocking his phone and opening up the note-taking app, pulling up his grocery list he had typed down before they left. "We only need bread, some fruits for the smoothie and some yogurt."  "But I thought Uncle Youngjae said to bring soda?"  "You're too young for soda," The family of two made their way to the fruits section first since it was their routine to head there first. "Besides, I thought you said you liked the smoothie I made you two weeks ago for breakfast." Yugyeom thought back to the last time he had a smoothie made for him by his dad and nodded, following Jaebum through the fruits section, picking out some fruits - blueberries, strawberries, mango and bananas - for the smoothie.  "And, last but not least, we need the bread." Jaebum looked over at the far left corner of the grocery, sighing as he looked down at Yugyeom who was looking up at him expectantly. "Yugyeomie gets the bread?"  "Last time you went to get the bread, you came back with a chocolate covered face."  "I'll refuse the cookie this time!" Yugyeom blurted out, making Jaebum chuckle and loosened his grip on Yugyeom's small, chubby hand, allowing the little boy to skip over to the bread section. His eyes instantly came in contact with the girl who had given him a cookie during his last visit, making him smile. "Hello!"   "Hello," Said the girl, politely as she turned around and grinned at the boy. "What brings you here little one?"  "Appa said to find bread."  "And which one would you like?" The boy slowly made his way over to his choice of loaf and walked over to it, going onto his tippy toes to reach it. The girl, watching him struggle and trying not to laugh, helped the boy reach his bread, which, for some reason was the only one left and seemingly had to be put where he couldn't reach.  "Thank you, miss!" The boy bowed in respect and in thanks. The girl then flashed him a thumbs up and laughed. "No problem, little one."  "I can't have any cookies, appa said." Little Yugyeom warned before the girl had yet to bring it up, nodding in understanding the girl then bent down slightly, reaching his height. "Well then, how about a banana and chocolate chip muffin?"   "A muffin?"  "Yeah, those types of cupcakes that don't have icing on them," She guided the boy to the counter which held the baked goods in a glass unit. "Those ones." The baker then pointed to the muffins which had a Halloween themed cupcake tint.  "Woah!" The boy pressed his face onto the glass, squishing his chubby cheeks in the process. "Can I have one?!" The girl smiled and stood up straight, heading for the back of the corner bakery and grabbed a fresh batch of muffins she had conveniently baked a couple hours ago. Handing it over to the boy over the counter, watching eyes light up. "Thank you!" He said a couple times, making the girl giggle.  Running back to his father, holding the bread in his arms tightly, squishing the loaf a tad, and his muffin in both of his hands, Yugyeom grinned - one of those slightly cute but sinister types of grins - up at his father. "You said I couldn't have a cookie," He then lifted his arms up slightly, allowing Jaebum to take the loaf of bread and chuck it into the cart. "This is a muffin."  "Oh, someone please help my soul."

 Another trip to the grocery store was in session, but this time, Yugyeom was pulling Jaebum along instead of the other way around.  Wow, parenting 101; let your child take the lead.  "Appa, since I won the dance competition," There was a school talent show for Yugyeom's elementary - there wasn't many kids who entered - and the people who had done a wonderful job captivating the judges, got a little blue ribbon, which, guess who got a ribbon? "Can you buy me some cookies and muffins?!"  "We're not buying very many," Jaebum stumbled after his child as he got pulled to the bakery. Why couldn't he be like this when he wants to go to school? "Just a few to celebrate your win."  "Can we at least get two of each?"  "If you promise that you're not going to eat both the cookies and muffins in one sitting." The parental unit planted his feet on the ground, stopping Yugyeom abruptly and making him turn around to see his father holding up his pinkie finger to promise to him. "Fine," The smaller child huffed as he lifted his pinkie and wrapped it around his father's larger pinkie. "I promise."  "Good, then let's get going," Jaebum started walking once again. "We don't want to get the ones that aren't freshly out of the oven."  The bakery, upon getting closer, smelled like cinnamon and apple pie. Jaebum sighed as the delicious scent reached his nose. "Hi!" Yugyeom greeted as he looked over the counter on his tippy toes, seeing his baker friend who helps him with getting his bread every time he came with his dad. "Appa said he'll buy me some sweets!"  "Oh, that's nice!" The girl replied from the back of the bakery, taking out the cinnamon buns that finished baking in the oven. Once the buns were on the cooling rack, she took off her red oven mitts, placing them to the left of the metal cooling rack and wiped her hands on her baking apron before walking up to the counter to greet her favorite redheaded customer. "Anything special you want today, buddy?"  "Can I have some muffins and cookies? Like the ones you let me try?" Jaebum looked up to the girl and took in her beauty. So this was the girl who was giving his little boy treats every time he came back from getting bread.  Huh.  This was totally not love at first sight, nope. He didn't believe in that. Nope. Nope. Nope.  "Sure, buddy!" The girl went over to the back of the bakery once again and constructed a cake box before walking over to the glass containment unit which held the baked goods and packed a couple cookies and muffins for Yugyeom. Once finished, she tied up the box with a red ribbon - to match the young one's hair - and placed it on the counter, punching in the price for the order.  "How much?" Asked Jaebum, pulling out his wallet from his back pocket, fishing out his credit card, preparing to pay. "Ah, about," The girl looked up at both the little boy and his father. "$25 dollars and 10 cents." She then gave the credit card machine to the older Im and smiled politely. "But before you go, wait awhile, okay? I made these cinnamon buns and I wanted my little taste tester," She leaned over the counter and ruffled Yugyeom's hair. "To try some, is that alright with you?"  Yugyeom looked up expectantly at his father, eyes sparkling. "Can we?"  "If you're okay with waiting then sure."  "Don't worry," She opened up the side door and gestured for them two to come in. Yugyeom was entranced with the beauty and delicious smell of the bakery. "It doesn't take too long for them to cool. I just need to put on the icing." The baker then took Yugyeom's hand, looking up at Jaebum for permission before taking him over to the decoration table where the cinnamon buns were, and placed a stool behind her, allowing him to properly see and aid her with the finishing touches.  "So, this is the icing," The young baker handed over the icing bag over to Yugyeom, helping him carry it since it was decently heavy. "And you just squeeze some out  and make big circles to start," She then motioned to the little toddler to start squishing the bag of icing with his hands, drawing out big circles on the bun before slowly making them smaller. "And then small ones."  "Woah!" Yugyeom licked his lips as he aided the baker in finishing off her cinnamon buns - since his hands were a little shaky (the girl allowed him to continue icing the bun by himself) the icing was adorably messy. "This is so cool!"  "Do you want to ice another one for your dad?" "Yes, please!"  Jaebum smiled as he watched the sight, burning the memory in his long-term memory. Maybe, just maybe, it was love at first sight.

 Walking out the grocery store, a big bag with two cake containers filled with sweets from the baker, which he learned her name was (Y/N), and Yugyeom was grinning, skipping to their car. "Can we go back there again next week, Appa?"  "Sure," Jaebum replied, the paper that contained her number, burning in his jacket pocket, next to his phone. "Anytime you want.”

A/N: I’m actually lowkey obsessed with the parenting AU... Even though, like, I totally don’t want kids yet !!!! Anyways, I’m going to work now--- -H.

[sunnysidewrites]

Wolf!Woozi

Requested by anon: OKAY SO IVE READ YOUR WOLF AUS AND I DESPERATELY NEED A WOOZI WOLF AU PLEASE I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘

Requested by @missspookyskeleton: I'M GONNA REQUEST IF YOU'RE TAKING REQUESTS BUT TAKE YOUR TIME HONEY *slams hands on a table that randomly appeared, grabs the mic that also magiclcally appeared and breath in really loudly (ew gross)* wolf!woozi PLEASE THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOUR BLOG THERE'S NOT ENOUGH WOOZI OKAY BYE

okay this turned out alMOST AS LONG AS WOLF!WONWOO AND IM SCREAMING BC THAT WAS SUPER LONG SO??? GET READY TO READ A LONG SCENARIO AGAIN Y IKE S but anyways this is what yall have been waiting for since last month whOOPS IM SORRY!! here it is happy reading my children!!! <33333

warnings: this is a piece of garbage like wolf!wonwoo, brief mentions of gore but its barely anything bc i dont like gore/horror, mentions of violence, lots of flashbacks whOOPS, lots of vanilla ice cream!!!

His eyes are trained on his opponent sitting directly across from him

“Your move,” his voice drops an octave, a slight edge detected in it

The other man’s hands remain clasped in his lap until he slowly stretches one out

His eyes follow the man’s hands with bated breath as he grasps the smooth marbles in his fist

“No, no…. nO!!”

“hA I WIN AGAIN”

“GODDAMMIT,” he frustratingly runs his fingers in his blonde locks

“You guys really need to chill,,,,, it’s just mancala,” Seungcheol calls over his shoulder in the back of the room as he reads the papers

“Okay grandpa,,,, you’re no fun,” Jeonghan retorts, a sly grin on his face, “and don’t be so pouty, Jihoon”

“Whatever,” Jihoon mumbles as he and Jeonghan put away the board in its box, “there’s not much we can do if we’re in this dump so might as well do something a little less boring, like reading the news”

“Hey! I’m scouting for updates on our pack, you ungrateful punk. Need I remind you guys why we’re here in the first place?”

“To protect us from the hunters and keep a low profile,” everyone chorused

“Huh. Nice to know you punks are listening,” Seungcheol clucks his tongue and resumes scanning the pages

“Anyways, Jihoon and Wonwoo are gonna be the ones to restock our food supply today. You know the drill”

“Ugh fine,,,,,” Jihoon grabbed his coat on the rack while Wonwoo set aside his latest novel on the table

After securely placing a beanie all the way to their ears with a hoodie on top of it, they set out

“We look ridiculous,” Jihoon sighs

“C’mon, we have to do it,,,, and plus we can use the cold weather as an excuse,” Wonwoo reminds him

Jihoon merely shrugs and darts his eyes around the store as they round the corner, “let’s just get the stuff and leave”

When jihoon and wonwoo are lined up in the checkout aisle, jihoon suddenly hears a small gasp

“Oh my god. You got the last vanilla tub,,,,”

He turns around and sees someone pouting, pointing at the ice cream on the conveyor belt

His initial thoughts were wow. How cute -- wait we really need to lEAVE

Jihoon: *sigh* do you want it?

And your eyes liGHT UP LIKE RECEIVING A GIFT ON CHRISTMAS DAY

“But… you’re literally just about to buy it��.”

“It’s fine, you’re the one who wants it more out of the both of us” he says as he screams internally

“I feel bad though,,,, ahh just forget I said anything,,,,”

Too late, he’s already thrusted it in your hands

By this time Wonwoo is looking at him expectantly with an eyebrow raised, the groceries in his hands already

He sighs again and blurts out, “if you really feel bad just take it and don’t say another word.”

He grabs the other grocery bags and leaves you staring at the tub

Hm, hoodie boy sure is grumpy, you note as the cashier scans your items

Jihoon and Wonwoo arrive back at the rundown storage warehouse lmao i know how cliche???

“Here’s your feast,” jihoon says, dropping the bags on the table

Everyone scrambles to snatch a bag of chips or the assorted candy

Joshua and vernon are like,,,, where’s the vanilla ice cream

“Jihoon gave it to some other person,” Wonwoo nonchalantly mentioned as he put the other dairy and red meat products in the fridge

Everyone freezes and stares at Jihoon

“He gave up… vanilla ice cream?”

Jeonghan is like um what jihoon being generous??? And sharing vanilla ice cream out of all things???? What happened to him

“Stop making such a big deal,” Jihoon says, exasperated as he situates himself in front of the bookshelf, “seemed like they wanted it a lot more so I just let them”

Seungcheol clears his throat and tells everyone to go back to what they were doing

He quietly approaches Jihoon and stands next to him to also “browse” the shelf

“You know why the guys are like that, Jihoon…. You know better than anyone else,” his voice drops to a barely audible whisper

Jihoon drops his eyes briefly and slightly nods, “I know… I know.”

Seungcheol sadly smiles at him and claps his shoulder, “We’re just looking out for you. That’s all we do around here, so don’t get too riled up by their antics. They have good intentions. We’re just worried about you.” He lightly pats his shoulder and leaves

Jihoon grabs a random book and settles on an old leather couch fully knowing he’s not gonna read a word of the novel he’s opened up

All he can do is try not to think about Vanilla Tub Stranger

And brush off the uneasy stir of his stomach every time he does

You go to the supermarket weekly in hopes of meeting Jihoon along the way again

And little do you know he starts to volunteer getting the food more

The guys: we see u jihoon

Jihoon: what i just wanted to,,,, get some cheese

“We’re eating steak though???”

“Shut up mingyu i’m not making you that grilled cheese then”

“???? i make those for you while you stand there and complain”

But alas!!! You guys don’t meet anymore :(((

You end up going at different times than him but it's sO CLOSE YET SO FAR

Like an hour after he leaves you enter smh

But you notice that every time you go to the ice cream aisle, there’s always one vanilla tub,,,, coincidentally,,,,

Jesus christ how many vanilla tubs do ppl buy in this au

And you can’t help but to smile to yourself

One day as you’re walking down the street you spot a familiar blonde haired boy

!!!!! it’s hoodie boy!!!!

You’re nearing each other and you smile really widely and put up your hand to wave at him

But he simply ignores you and strides right past

You’re like,,,, what,,,,, did he not remember me?

You turn around and tug on his arm

“Hey you’re hoodie boy from the supermarket right?”

He still avoids eye contact and remains stiff as cardboard

“,,,,I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“You offered me your vanilla ice cream??”

“Must have been someone else; doesn’t ring a bell,” he coldly shakes you off and stalks off

You stare at him until his back disappears around the corner of the street and you’re a deflated lil puppy :(((

Jihoon is hiding behind the nearest building, his balled up fist on the wall

“This is for the best,,, this is for the best for the both of us,” he keeps repeating

The slight worry your voice hinted, the anxious look in your eyes,,,,

It was too familiar

Jihoon only shook his head and continued on his way

He was using that day to clear his mind since there wasn’t anything really major happening

Plus he kept thinking about you

It was well into nighttime and he decided to take a detour back home

You had to run to the supermarket really quickly for a last minute meal

You ran out of ramen packs and needed to hit up the closest store

You were skeptical of going out late at night without another buddy with you but you really needed food and had to continue studying asap

“It’ll just be for a little while,” you calm yourself as you’re grabbing your coat and keys

You successfully go to the convenience store a few blocks down and you’re on your way back when the hairs all over your body start tingling

You turn around but you don’t see anyone and you’re just like,,, yI KE S and start power walking

You’re walking a little inward where a good amount of trees surround you but you can still see the city on your left

You still have one or two more blocks left when someone drAGS YOU to the side and pins you against the closest tree trunk

“You won’t scream if you know what’s good for you”

You’re just frozen in shock and terror, your arms held on top of your head and your breath hitched in your throat

The man lets out a low chuckle at your fear

“Don’t be scared… it’s just protocol,” his deep voice sends shivers up your spine as he traces your face and neck with his hand

You just want to punch this jerk and use your pepper spray but he has too much of a strong grip on you

You lift your leg to knee him but he easily stops it with a hand

“Ah ah, don’t hurt the goods,” he laughs disturbingly similar to shattered glass

You turn your head and bite down the arm that’s pinning your arms and now he’s like ok looks like we’re gonna have to do this the hard way

“You just won’t stay still, will you? This should do the trick,” he menacingly cackles as he pulls out a blue fluid glowing in a syringe

He jams his arm up your neck so you don’t easily escape and to stop whatever screams that may escape

Your eyes widen and you’re about to blindly kick his legs when the syringe gets dangerously closer to your neck

“Just… hold… still!” He presses you more against the wall as you squirm more under his touch

You can feel the needle on your skin and he’s about to push the plunger but one second your oxygen circulation is cut off and the next you hear a grunt

You can only look down at your feet where the predator is now at, holding his side

A boy is bent over the body and spits out, “still taking orders from that crap boss you have?”

“Jihoon… We meet again.”

“Like the first time wasn’t enough. Looks like you never learn from your mistakes”

“That girl didn’t have a chance anyways. Now look at where she is now,” he sneers

You see the boy’s frame tense up and his hands balling up

“Guess we’ll just have to pick up where we left off,” the boy smirks

And right before your eyes he goes from a two legged human to a wOLF ON ALL FOURS

And the man does the same thing and you’RE LIKE W HA T THE

You can’t tell who launches at who first but you’re just like o KA Y I GO TT A JET AND STUDY BYE

You’re sprinting across the dirt when one of them stops in your way and you can’t tell which one it is

He’s growling at you, his eyes gleaming in bloodlust that would match his red coat if his eyes could change color

You back away and you turn in a different direction but the other one is there too and you’re like oH JESUS CHRIST COME ON

The first one tries lunging at you but the other one tackles him first

“At each other’s throats” has never been so literal,,,, and gory yikes

The fight just continues on like that for what seems like half an hour but is probably just ten more minutes

Every time you turn to escape someone is always stOPPING YOU AND YOU’RE LIKE P L S OH MY GOD

“sTOP BLOCKING  MY WAY AND CONTINUE FIGHTING EACH OTHER I HAVE TO STUDY”

You hear one of them snort and you’re like um excuse u. I have ramen and i’m not afraid to thROW IT AT YOU

The one with the light brown fur is lowkey rolling his eyes at you

“Ok well if y’all are done fighting i gotta get home lmao so can you like,,,,, move”

Both of them revert back to their human form heavily panting

Bruises and scratches scatter all over their bodies with some black eyes and swollen cut lips

“F...fine… you’re not even worth it,” the man mutters and struggles to get up

It takes him a while to leave and you tentatively crouch down next to the blonde boy

“Okay i have absolutely no clue what just happened but,,,, thank you”

He coughs on his side as he weakly responds, “just go home. You weren’t supposed to see any of that, and now you might even be more in danger”

“.....hoodie boy?” you’re taken aback as the guy who so generously gave you up his dessert is now beaten up on the ground

“.....Go. Home.”

“But your wounds,,,,”

“We heal fast.” And sure enough you can see the majority of his scrapes and scratches slowly disappearing

“You at least owe me a good explanation to what just happened back there”

“Don’t worry about it. Go home. Now. And that’s not a suggestion”

“Just tell me--”

“I can’t have you ending up like her!”

And his tone just leaves you speechless

The amount of emotion that surged in just those words,,,,,

“I can’t…. Let that happen to you….” he says much softer

After a moment of silence, he continues

“He turned her into a wolf,,,, and brainwashed her into entering his pack. Once she had done all the orders, they disposed of her. Drained out all of her blood for their own meal and discarded her body in front of my pack’s doorstep.”

“But she was your,” you pause and try to grasp for the proper term, “love and i’m just,,,, someone who you gave ice cream to. Why are you so concerned?”

“,,,,,You’re Y/N, right?”

You’re like ??? how did you know

“You helped us out a lot. Donating food, blankets, utensils,,,, you were also the person who made us that special soup when all of us fell ill to the virus, right?”

You’re racking your brain bc you don’t remember doing that at all

But then you’re like,,,, wait a minute

“Hey, y/n, can you make that soup of yours?” Your family friend asked you, “I know a bunch of people who got sick and the cure for it needs a lot of ginger, which you incorporate so nicely without making it overbearing”

“The same guys are in refugee right now,,,, they’re just all over the place trying to seek shelter.” “Oh, they can have a couple of spare blankets I have and some plates and bowls.” “But,,,, you’re living here by yourself,,,,” “No biggie, I don’t even use half of these!” You say as you’re already dumping 4 blankets in her arms and packing a good chunk of your utensils in a bag. “Plus, you needed someone to do something, so you came to me, right?”

She only smiles to herself. “It’s no wonder he’s so smitten by you…”

“You were a part of that group?”

By now he’s healed considerably and begins sitting up and leans against the trunk

“She would always tell me to look out for you when she was unable to because of her work”

“Did you scare off those kids who picked on me?”

“Correct”

“Did you drop off my USB in the office that one time I had a presentation and forgot it?”

“That’s right”

“Did you coincidentally buy those shoes I told her I’ve always wanted?”

“U-um…. No. Okay maybe”

You laugh in spite of yourself

“Guess I finally see you as a woman now”

You stiffen at the familiarity of those words

“Jihoon, when will you see me as more than just a little sister?” you pout

“I don’t know shortie, maybe when you can take care of me?” he ruffles your hair

“Just wait until I’m able to buy a house and have a lot of money!”

He laughs and shakes his head, “we’ll see, shortie ;)”

It only hits you now that this is the same jihoon who you lost in touch after all of these years, the one who was always in the back of your mind

Wow he glowed tf up

“That…. That was when we were little kids”

“Yeah,,,, i never would have admitted it but i liked you, lopsided pigtails and all”

You notice the past tense and you look down

“....Liked? But you just said….”

“That’s right, liked.” He gently reaches out to grab ahold of your face

“Because i realized that,,,,,, i might be in love”

As you stare in his resolute eyes, you’re suddenly getting a wave of nostalgia

The same eyes who would only look at you jokingly to tease your choice of clothes

Or how you couldn’t tie your shoelaces

They’re now looking back at you with newfound feelings

Or maybe they’ve always been there

“I pretended to not recognize you because well,,,, i didn’t want you to be caught in this but looks like it’s a little too late for that. And you’re wrong”

You cock your head to the side, “about what?”

“You called her my love. If she was really my love, I wouldn’t do this”

And you’re like do what--

And he seals his words wITH A K I SS

IM SCREAMING

You’re like O H W HAT IS HAP PENI NG

But you realize that this is literally what you have been waiting for all your life

You’re kissing him back fervently, your hands gripped tightly on his shoulders to reassure yourself he is not a dream and he’s actually real and this is actually happening wo w o h go d

You’re both panting when you break away

“Wait but who’s the shORTIE NOW”

“shUT UP,” he pouts and pulls you in agAIN