#documents as pillows and so exhausted he just fell asleep

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Vova, what did you do to deform the glasses?! 😅

[scribere-flores]

Sabo x Reader

~Just a hypothetical question~

Part 2. Other Parts

Word count: 2569 words

Short summary: how exactly does a shower work?

Once again, flirty stuff and even more spiraling thoughts in this chapter. But nothing graphic.

MDNI 18+

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Koala felt exhausted as she fell flat on her bed.

It’s true that they were in the middle of a ceasefire at the moment, but that didn’t mean the other work related to the ongoing revolution stopped. There was a lot that needed to be done around their makeshift base, which had previously been a hotel before the owners offered to let them use it.

So she had been on her feet for most of the day. Sorting out useful intel from various documents, taking stock of things they needed to keep the civilians healthy, checking in with the volunteer army. She even held a strategy meeting Sabo was supposed to lead.

Running a revolution was not an easy task. Especially when you had to pick up the slack from your so-called partner, who had been missing for most of the day, doing God knows what.

Koala let out a deep sigh. She was already half-asleep when her bedroom door suddenly slammed open.

“Hey Koala! Cool if I sleep here tonight? Oh, great! Thank you!!” Sabo said without taking a break, not waiting for permission before he walked into her room and threw a pillow on the floor.

“NO YOU CAN’T! Sleep in your own goddamn room!” Koala shouted, sending him an angry glare.

“Can’t. Got kicked out.” Sabo answered as he laid down on the floor, putting his arms behind his head.

“By who?” She asked, confused, and then threw a book towards him. “And don’t make yourself comfortable!”

“Jane Doe.” He stated, catching the book before it hit his face, to Koala’s disappointment.

“Sabo. Don’t tell me you trapped that poor girl in your room?” She asked in a sharp tone.

“You make me sound like a pervert.” He stopped for a second as Koala gave him an unimpressed look. “That’s not what happened, I promise. She twisted her ankle when she was cleaning, so I took her to my room and wrapped it so it wouldn’t get worse. Then she got sleepy so I left. Oh, and I cleaned the cafeteria before I came here, so don’t worry about it.”

Oh, so that’s what’s going on.

Koala had of course noticed Sabo taking special interest in the mystery girl. In fact, everyone had noticed pretty early on, because Sabo hadn’t exactly been discrete about it.

He had been practically stalking the poor girl whenever he had some spare time. And if Koala hadn’t known Sabo for 10 years at this point, she would've punched him as soon as he started to torment the girl.

But she knew Sabo. And she knew that he would never do something that could harm that girl in any way, shape or form.

This was also a first. She had never seen Sabo actually take this kind of interest in a girl before. He had flings before, of course. Fleeting nights at various inns, before setting out to a new Island the next day. But all of them had those, even Koala at times. Romance didn’t exactly fit well with their line of work, so it could get lonely at times.

This was different. She hadn’t been sure at first, but now after hearing Sabo’s explanation, she knew. This wasn’t some fling or fleeting crush to temporarily fill the hole of emptiness.

“You like her.” Koala said in a teasing voice.

Silence.

“Sabo?” She asked and peeked down from the bed.

Then she flew back on her bed as a loud snore scared the shit out of her.

“Well, it’s better if he finds out on his own anyway.” She giggled quietly, before tucking herself in for the night and drifted asleep.

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Y/N wished she could say she had a peaceful night, she really did. But if she said that, it wouldn’t be true.

She had been tossing and turning all night, unable to stay asleep more than 20 minutes at time, before remembering where she was. And the scent… The scent in this room was the biggest reason for her lack of sleep.

Everything smelled like him. The blanket. The Pillows. The Bed. She could even bet her life on that the curtains in this godforsaken room smelled like him. And it had been driving her insane.

Everytime Y/N drifted to sleep during the night, she had been greeted by Sabo in her dreams. Gentle touches by cold leather gloves all over her body. Sweet whispers in a honey-like voice tickling the skin by her neck. Big hands on her waist, pressing her back against his body.

And every time, Y/N woke up with heavy breaths, her whole body feeling hot and tingly.

She wasn’t stupid. Her mother had a rather uncomfortable talk with her once, about the birds and the bees. But this was nothing like her mother had described. What she had been told had sounded rather unpleasant, and to be frank, boring.

Yes, this was certainly nothing like that. So she chose to blame her lack of sleep and the weird dreams on Sabo’s lingering scent when she woke up this morning. For her own sanity's sake.

Y/N eyed the door as she sat on the edge of the bed. She should probably get out of here soon, go eat breakfast and then take a bath in the communal bathroom, to wash the lingering scent of her body.

The concept of a communal bathroom had baffled her at first, the thought of several people sharing just one bathroom sounding completely foreign to her. She had imagined it being a normal sized room and she couldn’t wrap her head around how it worked.

But it had all become clear to her when Koala showed her around on the day Y/N was released from the infirmary. And she had to admit, she had felt rather dumb after seeing the big, tiled room.

The concept had grown on her during the week she had spent here. She liked the feeling of… what did Koala call it again? Oh right, community. The only inconvenience she could think of was the waiting line, especially in the mornings.

Y/N looked over at the bathroom door in the room. Maybe if she was quick, she could wash up before Sabo got back, saving the time she would otherwise spend cueing. She placed her feet on the ground, pleasantly surprised when she didn’t feel the stinging pain in her ankle anymore. She took careful steps across the floor and opened the bathroom door, surprised to see the lack of a bathtub in the room.

“Oh… it’s one of those instead.” Y/N said to herself as she eyed the strange contraption. “Hmm, I’m sure I can figure it out if I give it a try.”

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Sabo sighed as he stepped into his room, loosening his cravat and threw his coat and hat on the bed. He had unconsciously hoped that the girl would still be in his room, sleeping soundly in his bed. He didn’t exactly understand why, but he had felt eager to see her when he woke up this morning.

That girl and his urge to touch her in every possible way, was slowly driving him insane. He was glad Koala was still asleep when he woke. The effect last night's wet dream had on a certain part of his body, would have made things extremely awkward if his childhood friend had been awake.

The fact was starting to become more and more clear to Sabo, he needed to get his spiraling thoughts about the mystery girl out of his system.

He knew he had a tendency to become a little bit obsessive when it came to achieving his set goals. And right now, making that girl crack was at the top of his list. Making her moan his name over and over, a close second place.

But before he could do that, he first needed to figure out who the fuck she was. Or, at least know what her goddamn first name was.

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted when he heard a familiar, sweet voice coming from the bathroom.

“Why isn’t it working?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have given up hope so soon.

Sabo carefully opened the bathroom door and sure enough, there was the self proclaimed Jane Doe, back turned against him. Wearing the same dress that had traveled up her thighs last night and giving him the perfect, lewd view of her sitting on top of him.

And apparently, she was struggling to get the shower to work. Maybe if he helped her, she would ask him to join.

Sabo knew that was probably wishful thinking on his part. But hey, it could never hurt to mess a little with the poor girl. He did enjoy seeing her embarrassed so very much, a little too much in fact.

He walked with soundless steps until he stood only a few inches behind her, grateful that the girl seemed to be too focused on the shower to notice him.

“Maybe it’s this one?” The girl pondered.

“Need me to help?” Sabo whispered with an amused smile, placing his face right beside her neck.

A frightened scream left her mouth as she turned around and faced him.

Then Sabo heard a knocking sound coming from the pipes. And the hand placed on the shower knob. And the showerhead facing him.

He tried to back away, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye the water came bursting out, making him drenched wet in his clothes.

“I’m so sorry! I got scared, and then the water just came bursting out. And now you're soaking wet and…” She rambled on and made apologizing gestures with her hands, dropping the shower head in the process.

The girl’s panic only grew as the showerhead started moving over the tiled floor, spraying anything closeby with water. As Sabo watched the girl frantically try to catch the shower, and failing miserably, he reached his hand out and turned the knob off.

He took a deep inhale through his nose, trying to stay calm. Only the problem was, the image of her kneeling on the floor in front of him, in the now soaking wet dress that was clinging to her body and leaving little left for his imagination.

She looked up at him with glossy eyes and fuck… He was about to lose all control over himself if he didn’t get out of here fast. So he turned and started to slowly walk out of the steamed filled bathroom.

“Wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” The girl quickly moved in front of him. “I’ll fix it, please stay.”

She was obviously still in a flustered state. Maybe that was why she didn’t seem to reflect over the fact that she was basically undressing him, frantic fingers moving from button to button down his shirt.

Yeah, he was definitely about to lose the battle against his own urges. Control? What was that even? Sabo had no idea anymore.

All that occupied his thoughts was the water drenched girl in front of him, face tinted red from embarrassment, fingers ever so often drifting over his chest, as her eyes stayed fully focused on the buttons.

He wanted to, no wait… He needed to feel those soft hands all over his body, clinging to him, fingernails pressing against the skin on his back. Lips, gently pressed against his neck, as he held her tight against his body. Sweet, airy moans escaping her mouth as she squirmed from his touch.

He needed all of those things, and he couldn’t stand to wait a moment longer.

“Guess I’m a lost cause…” Sabo chuckled quietly, as he placed his hands with a firm grip on her waist.

“W-wait,why-” The girl stuttered as he lifted her and placed her on the bathroom counter.

“Why? You were practically undressing me a moment ago, and you’re asking me why?” He said as he moved closer, caging her in.

He saw how her focus drifted down to the unbuttoned, wet shirt that hanged loosely over his torso, her eyes widening in panic.

“I didn’t think- Or I did, but I didn’t mean to- Dear God-I’m so sorry.” The girl’s incoherent words came out as small, baffled gasps.

“You’re fucking adorable when you’re flustered, you know that right?” His body moved on its own, placing soft kisses on her neck, making a small whimper slip past her lips. “Every time I see you like this, I get the urge to just-”

The spiraling, dirty words that came out of his mouth were stopped when he felt a small push against his chest. He moved his head back and was surprised to see the girl staring at his torso with a concerned look on her face.

“Are you okay?” She asked as her hand carefully grazed over the healed burn scars on his body.

This was definitely not how he thought things would go.

She looked up at him, genuine concern for him showing in her eyes. Sabo could have sworn he felt his heart stop for a moment.

He had processed what had happened years ago, so the scars from it rarely bothered him anymore. He had a small relapse when he got his memories back, because he could actually remember how he felt when the flames, caused by that fucking World Noble, wrecked havoc around him on his small boat.

But she didn’t know that. Sabo realized that the girl in front of him knew just as little about him as he did about her. And that bothered him, for some reason.

“I’m fine, it happened years ago” He gave her a smile and moved her hand away. “Does it bother you?”

Why did he ask that? He usually doesn’t care about what other people think.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to make sure you were okay, you know after I…” The girl's face turned red.

Why did her answer make him feel so relieved?

“Relax, it’s okay. In fact, I’d be happy to let you undress me any day of the week.” Sabo joked, trying to ignore his strange thoughts, not thinking about the bold statement he had just made.

An awkward silence hung in the air for what felt like hours.

“So, I’m gonna go…” She said as she gently pushed him away, making Sabo take a step back.

“Yeah, you do that.” He answered, feeling uncharacteristically unsure of what else to say.

Sabo watched as the girl hurried out of his room, before he walked over to his bed and fell flat on his back.

In any normal case, he would’ve just joked the question away and continued seducing the poor girl. This wasn’t the first time that some girl had asked about his scars when they saw his body, so why was it different? Was it because she had looked at him with concern, instead of morbid curiosity as most strangers did?

The fact that she had been unbothered by his strong advances and completely focused on making sure he was okay, made him even more confused. He had expected to see a stuttering, cute mess. But instead, she did that…

He let his hand drift over the places she had touched. It felt warm, and in some ways, comforting. The inside of his chest felt strange.

Weird…

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[rileythelonelyalien]

Hellouu

I come by to share some soft Dottore thoughts, if u don't mind. I have no idea why I feel so soft for this man (even though he is chaotic) I love him sm.

Imagine that after a long and tiresome week you decide to organize a little something for him. You would make a full dinner just for him, and prepare the glass observatory in the palace so the two of you could come to watch stars after dinner. So, you get the menu ready, for an entrance you could maybe make something with veggies? Perhaps a selva salad? Oh, and in honor of his Sumeru origins you consider making him a dish that you've heard he greatly misses from his homeland, some spicy butter chicken. As for dessert, maybe leave the Sumeru theme behind a make something simple but tasty, a strawberry Panna Cotta! Ohhh you were exited you wanted to make this dinner as perfect as possible. You had ordered the ingredients needed much before that night so everything was all set.

You start cooking and you're in middle of finishing the butter chicken but- you hear footsteps. Annnddddd you are busted!! Dottore gets pleasantly surprised with your gift and decides to join you in the kitchen. With two more hands everything is done quickly and the two of you soon enjoy your dinner together. After the dinner you confessed to him you had another surprise. You take the desserts and other utensils and put them in a picnic basket to take them to observatory.

You had prepared the place with candles, pillows and several blankets (bc snezhnayan nights are cold!!) The two of you sit down and enjoy the desserts as you share your knowledge about stars and different astros. Even though he know this sky is fake, he greatly enjoys the views the two of you enjoy together. Eventually you both feel sleepy and slowly descend into slumber as you cuddle to a wonderful view. "Ahh yes. This is what I call a perfect date~" you hear him whisper. "Thanks for all your efforts my love, I can finally rest well with you by my side."

(Ahhhh sorry for all the specific dishes! I enjoy cooking so I though a little date would be nice!)

Also, if you wish to write this, go on! But don't rush it, take your time and also rest a lot!! Have a great day/night!!! Tysm for all your works, they are so lovely!! (*＾-＾*）

Dottore x GN! Reader (underneath the stars)

A/N: oh my goodness annon this was such a cute thought honestly!! I can say that I agree with you : I cannot help but have a soft spot for this maniac of a man. I did decide to write this wonderful idea up so I do hope that I have done this justice and that you enjoy it I had so much fun writing this up :)) Also I very much appreciate the kind words about my other works it bring me so much joy to know that others are enjoying them !!!

Over the course of the week, you had noticed how both your and your lover's workload had become increasingly more intense. On your half the paperwork of fatui affairs began piling up on your desk as you tried to keep up with all these documents. Luckily for you the documents seemed to slow down after a few days or so leaving you time to catch up with the mountain of paper that resided on your desk. However, Dottore was running between his different labs within the palace, attending many more harbinger meetings , having to host speeches for the new fatui recruits in his unit and so much more the poor man was absolutely exhausted. Despite this however he managed to maintain his cool and intimidating front , honestly you were impressed but you got to see him behind closed doors when he would come back to your shared bedroom and collapse onto the bed lying next to you as he would turn over onto his back and lazily pull you into his arms and nestle his face into your hair mumbling all sorts of thing to himself as he fell asleep. Even his segments seemed to reflect just how exhausted he was , however this may be due to them having to deal with more tasks than usual as prime had to set more things aside to get to other more pressing matters. Some segments even came to your office where you work looking for you, often asking to hear some words of encouragement from you to help them keep motivated and even a lil kiss if they asked nicely. This only really worked with the older clones , the much younger ones would only splutter out a throwaway comment on the fact that they weren't ‘desperate’ or something along those lines before leaving your office in haste trying to conceal their flushed faces.

Having this happen a few times it began to make you think , your lover has been working tirelessly he certainly deserved to be spoiled for it , this lead to you grabbing a document that was useless to the fatui turning it over to the blank side as you began to make notes , brainstorming different ways to pleasantly surprise him. After meticulously setting each idea you had come to make your decision circling the one that you would go through with. To put this plan to action however you must begin immediately and so in one swift movement you had thrown your winter cloak onto your shoulder and headed out , grabbing a basket to carry things with you on the way out. But why did you need to go out? To go to the market of course as you needed to have fresh ingredients to prepare what you had in mind for your lover. The atmosphere in the market was joyous as always. The Shneznayan spirit never failed to create a close knit community with such a welcoming atmosphere. Although you had no time to revel in such a wonderful place you hurriedly ushered from stall to stall collecting only the best quality ingredients , you were glad you had made sure to bring some extra mora with you as you had accidentally went over your initial budget but it was okay because you had foreseen this and took a few more pieces.

Soon enough you had returned back to the palace , without a second to spare you quickly began to make your way to the kitchen. On your way to the kitchen you manage to bump into someone familiar. It was one of Dottore's' segments! Before he was able to greet you , you in a haste blurted out ‘Oh! This is perfect , I need you to keep prime busy okay? Don't let him go anywhere near the kitchen!’ Yet again before he could, he is able to open his mouth to respond to you, flash him a smile and begin to resume your speed walk to the kitchen letting out a loud ‘Thank you !’ before you disappeared around the corner. He stood there dumbfounded for a moment but then once he’d processed what had just happened. He straightened himself up and took this task assigned by you to heart. He was going to fulfil this task to the best of his ability , he may have to get some others to help him with this though. He set off , his original task unknowingly being overridden by your request as he set off to keep his creator's attention kept away from the kitchen or you for as long as possible.

Alas you had finally made it to the kitchen without having your cover being blown , a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you set down the hefty basket of ingredients. It collides with the counter top making a soft thud. You waste no time in removing your cloak and setting it aside and grabbing an apron and fastening it to your waist , you pull out the paper full of your notes out of your pocket and set it down. You remind yourself of what you had planned as you wash your hands and set out all the necessary utensils. Gently you lift each ingredient out of the basket inspecting each one just to double check that everything was up to standard you wouldn’t want to provide anything subpar quality. Once you were happy with each ingredient the cooking began. The first dish that you had planned was selva salad . something light before the main dish , cutting up various vegetables however to make it more exciting you managed to cut some of them in some fun shapes you smile at the thought of your lover reacting to this. Once you had assembled the salad you set it aside in a cool compartment in the kitchen so that the vegetables would stay fresher for longer. Once again you turn back to your notes as your finger runs across the paper you stop and poke a specific note you had made ‘aha!’ is all that left your lips as the smile on your face widens. You had overheard your lover talk about going to eat some Sumeru cuisine , when he was mumbling into your hair during the nights that he would come back absolutely drained of all energy. You had taken this into account in your planning and so you did some research a while back and found a very popular recipe in Sumeru : spicy butter chicken (you had also heard this dish also be mentioned by him on certain occasions in passing). Now this was going to be the main dish and although you were more proficient in baking you were going to give this dish your all , and it will serve as practice for expanding your culinary skills beyond baking. You take in a deep breath as you feel the determination fill you , this is going to be the most carefully crafted dish you will ever make. Everything must be perfect down to a T.

Meanwhile whilst you were making the main dish the clone you had tasked to keep Dottore away from the kitchen was beginning to struggle. Dottore was getting agitated with one of his experiments going awry and as a way to soothe himself he was going to get something sweet from the kitchen, having something delightful tasty seems to take his mind off his woes. He exits the lab without saying a word. The clone you had made the request to follow his creator out of the lab and noticed that he was heading in the direction to the kitchen. His eyes widened as he rushed over to his creator and stood in front of him blocking him from turning the corner which led to the kitchen without much time to spare he desperately blurted out ‘There has been an accident in the lab we require your assistance immediately!’. The desperation was almost enough to convince him … almost underneath his mask his eyes squinted at his younger self sending a piercing look that transcended his mask ‘Im sure you can handle it #347 you are in my likeness so you’ll be able to resolve the issue at hand’ With that he made his way past him and then as he was in the hallway of the kitchen he was hit with the exquisite smell of abundant spices , all of which were reminiscent of his homeland. He began to hasten his pace making his way to the kitchen to see who was in the kitchen. The clone followed close behind him as he tried to think of another excuse to get him to leave the vicinity but alas it was too late his curiosity has been piqued and there is no going back once that happens.

You were in the midst of finishing off the dish when you heard quickly paced footsteps approach the kitchen. You quietly listen to them as you hope that they pass the kitchen , you back faced toward the door as you stood by the stove. The silence filled the room apart from the bubbling of the sauce. The footsteps stop abruptly, your eyebrows furrow as you try to decipher whether they had gone past the kitchen or stopped by the kitchen , you slowly turn around and to your shock you are met with a familiar figure. That of your lover standing in the doorway staring at you , his mask covering his eyes so you are unable to deduce what he was feeling. You notice the clone in the back looking at you like a kicked puppy trying to signal to you that he tried to keep him away but failed. You feel your lips pressed together as you quietly say to yourself underneath your breath ‘busted…’ Despite this being said underneath your breath Dottore manages to pick up on it ‘Busted?’ he repeated back to you whilst making his way over to you. Before you say anything else you take the dish you were making off the heat and onto another part of the stove to prevent it from being forgotten about and potentially burning which would be even worse than being found out. You let out a sigh before coming clean to your lover , well almost … ‘Well I've noticed how you have been working recently and so I thought it would only be fair to treat you to some of your favourites’. You had purposely left out a key detail of your plan which was to take him to the glass observatory and observe the stars together. If you couldn't keep everything under wraps you might as well keep the most exciting part of it secret to preserve some of the surprise meant for him. As you had explained yourself to him, he had pulled the mask away from his face to be able to look at you directly , his crimson eyes stared at you , soft and exposing his amusement. Gently he brought his gloved hand up to your face, softly grasping your chin so that you are making direct eye contact with him. He hadn't said a word in response yet and the increasing suspense was starting to make you nervous. His signature pointed teeth showing themselves as his face began to turn into one of glee , a smile now gracing his lips before he leant down letting his lips come into contact with yours. He pulled away and pulled you into a firm hug his scent enveloping you feel his chest vibrate as he speaks ‘ My love, you truly are precious, too good for this for this world even’ This sudden praise from him catches you by surprise you chuckle at his antics ‘Well I'm almost done all I have left to make dessert , would you like to help?’ In these small moments you are able to see just how much he craves to spend quality time with you as soon as you propose this idea to him with no hesitation he agrees to it.

He pulls away from the hold he had you in and proceeds to take off his gloves and sets them down with his mask and prepares himself to be able to help you out in the kitchen. Whilst he was busy doing this you quickly went over to the entrance of the kitchen where the clone was still waiting patiently there ready to receive some sort of scalding from you , as you approach him you give him a soft patient smile to signal to him that you were not upset with him ‘ Hey , even if things didn't go as planned i still appreciate the help , no need to beat yourself up about it okay ?’ you raise yourself to the tip of your toes to signal you wanted access to his face , he promptly lowers himself so that you have easier access you give him a quick peck on the cheek and send him on his way before prime would have anything to say about it. Off the segment went holding the cheek that your lips had so kindly graced all giddy at this small show of affection he promptly disappeared around the corner presumably making his way back to the lab.

Once you turn back you see Dottore with spoon in hand trying the spicy butter chicken that was being kept warm by the stove. You smile to yourself when you notice how his face lights up once he tries it, even licking the spoon clean before going to get another spoonful yet this is interrupted when you clear your throat loudly to signify that you were watching. He turns to face you a mischievous smile etched onto his features, ‘I'm glad you like it my love but let's make sure there is some left when it comes to the actual meal hm?’ you tease him as you make your way to the counter and begin to gather the remaining ingredients you had procured earlier. You feel your lover snake his hands around your waist as he pushes his body up against yours behind you as he then speaks into his ear ‘ So my dear what were you planning for dessert?’ he asks as he proceeds to rest his head on your shoulder , you smile at the affection as you reply to him ‘ Oh I was thinking of making some strawberry panna cotta !’ he lets out an approving hum although really anything you would've said he would have agreed to in his eyes your cooking was beyond anything the most proficient chefs of teyvat could muster. You had set Dottore to be in charge of the panna cotta itself whilst you focused on the strawberry sauce that would go with said panna cotta. He stood by the stove patiently observing the mixture of milk cream and sugar in the pan making sure to take the right steps and add the right ingredients at each stage. Cooking was similar to science experiments however the product was always edible and in most cases absolutely delectable. You were at the counter carefully cutting each strawberry and discarding any that would not be of use , the both of you even if not saying anything completely absorbed in the task that they were doing it was still pleasant to know that the other was there with them in the same room. It was comforting.

The two of you combined what you had created separately to form the most delicious looking dessert you've seen. A proud look now over taking your features as you look at your lover to signify that you appreciated his help with this. In return you received a soft smile of his.

Now that each dish was prepared you had plated each one of them and moved it to the dining room which resided just opposite the kitchen. However there was something you needed to take care of before you were able to enjoy this meal with Dottore. There Dottore sat patiently waiting for you to return the smell of all the food enticing him to begin to eat and yet he waited for you he wouldn't dare begin without you. You returned back to the dining room promptly looking quite flushed almost as if you had been frantically running up and down a set of stairs. As he observes your features he raises his eyebrow at you , but decides not to comment on it. Trying not bring attention to the fact that you were out of breath you sit down in the seat that resided next to him before the two of you enjoy the fruits of your hard work , Dottore savouring each bite as he is reminded of his homeland and what better yet it was made by the hand of someone he truly and deeply cared for. It was truly a moment of bliss for him. You had managed to time this perfectly as Dottore and as you were finishing off the last few bites of your dishes you noticed that it was starting to get dark outside , you couldn't help but get excited as you wondered at what his reaction to the other surprise you had in store for him.

Your train of thought is cut off as Dottore speaks ‘Dearest did we leave the dessert in the kitchen?’ he inquires. All you could do was smile at him and respond ‘ No, my love it's right here although I must confess this is not the entirety of what I had planned come with me’ The dessert was securely stored away into a basket that you had next to you and with that you stood up from your seat basket in on hand and your other outstretched for Dottore to take. Gently he grasped your hand as he stood up to follow you wondering just where you were going to take him , to be truthful he was feeling excited , although he would never say it aloud. The both of you make it up to the glass observatory at the perfect time, the sun had just set and the night sky was decorated with the wondrous twinkle of far away stars. You set the basket down as Dottore's attention is brought to the soft glow of the candles illuminating your face setting a soft glow that accentuated all your features. He chuckles to himself as he sits down next to you falling onto the pillows that were strewn out for comfort embracing the warmth the candles provided. ‘I know it can get a bit cold so here take this!’ you brought out a few thick blankets which he took and proceeded to drape over the lower half of his body as you proceeded to do the same with another blanket. He for some reason couldn't take his loving gaze off of you , not even when the clinking of the glass jars filled with dessert rang through the quiet observatory and the utensils clanged against each other as you handed him his share of the desert. The smile on his face warmed his body much more efficiently than all the candles and blankets could.

It was perfect even if you were busted early on into your plan everything still went amazingly. The panna cotta turned out to be wonderful and so sweet , once the both had finished off the dessert you placed all the jars and utensils back into the basket to be washed later on. You both made yourselves comfortable grabbing all the pillows that were all about laying your head against it and wrapping up warm in the blankets as you looked up to watch the mesmerising twinkle of each dot in the sky. Dottore followed suit laying down next to you, bringing your figure into his arms resting his head on top of yours every now and then leaving a few kisses there too. He found your infatuation with the stars to be so adorable and even if he knew that the sky was face he was still willing to keep lying about it in order to keep that smile on your face. At some points he would point out to you certain clusters of stars or even constellations and tell all the interesting facts and information he had on them. Hearing your inquisitive questions and gasps of disbelief over some information he truly relished your presence he really would rather be nowhere else but here. This continues for some time until you begin to feel the drowsiness to settle in as your speech gets more slurred as you are slowly descending into a slumber. Just as you are about to completely fall asleep something catches your attention ‘Ahh yes. This is what I call a perfect date~’ you hear him whisper quietly to himself. ‘Thanks for all your efforts my love, I can finally rest well with you by my side.’

[animeomegas]

Kinktober - Day 20

[Midoriya (BNHA) + Consensual Somnophilia]

Summary: It was pretty rare for Izuku to bring up things he wanted to try in the bedroom, especially armed with a porn video to match, so you wanted to take this seriously and give your omega what he wanted. Even if that was a video recording of you touching him in his sleep and narrating it to an imaginary audience. Dom!Alpha!GN!Reader

Warnings: I’ve put some exposition at the start to establish consent, but there are still creepy vibes, so be careful and don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable.

At the start of the month, Izuku had approached you, a hot blush covering his face and his phone clutched in one of his hands. After almost an hour of blushing and gathering courage, Izuku finally explained that he’d seen something online and he was wondering if you wanted to try it with him. Izuku then handed you his phone and ran to hide in the kitchen, seemingly too embarrassed to be there while you watched it.

Honestly, you were expecting something from Pinterest, maybe a couples craft or a date idea, so imagine your surprise when you unlocked his phone to see a porn video recorded from the perspective of an alpha who was touching up their omega in their sleep and narrating it the whole time.

You were undeniably shocked, but your mate had been working so hard recently and if this was what he wanted to have as his reward, well, you weren’t going to be the one to stop him. Spoiling your omega was your favourite hobby after all.

So, you studied the video. Multiple times.

Midoriya gave you a two-week block for you to choose a night to carry out the plan so that the exact date would be a surprise for him, and he added that he wanted you to keep him asleep the whole time if possible and clean him up afterwards, so he wouldn’t know it had happened until you told him.

You didn’t touch him at all for the first few nights because you could tell that Izuku was excited and anticipating it any second and as a result, sleeping very lightly. No, your plan was to wait for the perfect night, and eventually, the perfect opportunity fell into your lap. Izuku had come home from a very long and exhausting, but not especially stressful day at work, eaten a quick dinner and immediately passed out in bed, and when you checked up on him a few hours later, he hadn’t moved even an inch.

It was perfect.

…

“Izuku?” you whispered, holding the newly running camera in the dim bedroom. You were starting your video the same way the porn video started: by checking that your omega was actually asleep. “Omega, can you hear me?”

No response.

Good.

Slowly, you moved closer until you were standing by your bed. It felt strange to be doing this while he was asleep, but you knew Izuku had been incredibly excited to try it, so you had no problems pushing past a little weirdness to bring him something he wanted. He deserved the world.

“He’s asleep,” you told your imaginary audience. “He passed out a few hours ago in his underwear and an old T-shirt. Here, let me show you.”

As gently as you could, you peeled the blanket off of your mate, exposing his sleeping body to the camera. He was curled up cutely on his side, face nuzzled into his pillow. The old T-shirt he was wearing used to be yours, and the way it was slipping off his shoulder and showing his freckles just made him even more endearing.

His underwear had hitched up slightly in his sleep, exposing half of his adorably freckled butt and a tiny sliver of his soft cock to the camera. You decided to take a moment to document it all on camera, slowing focusing on every part of him from top to bottom.

You started with his face (“Look at how cute he is, those adorable freckles and huge eyes”), before moving on to his chest (“You can just about see one of his nipples peeking out there, they’re so sensitive, you should see him blush when I give them attention”), and then to his crotch (you simply wordlessly zoomed in on the sliver of visible cock that was laying completely vulnerable to you), and finishing on his legs (you bravely ran your hand, light as a feather, up and down his calf. The sheer number of scars stopped Izuku’s skin from being smooth, but goodness it was soft.)

“Isn’t my mate perfect?” you asked your imaginary audience as you finished. “I’m going to take off his underwear and try and show you that the adorableness continues down below.”

You shifted the camera downwards and ever so slowly inched his underwear down his legs, glad that he seemed to be deeply asleep from exhaustion. After almost dropping the camera multiple times, you finally managed to shimmy his underwear down to his knees.

“Here,” you said leaning over him. You used your free hand to open his cheeks and reveal his vulnerable hole to both you and the camera. You let out a small appreciative hum as his hole twitched in the cold air. You enthusiastically zoomed in the camera to document your first real touch.

Gently, you opened every little crease of his rim, showing all parts of him to the camera, taking your time and not letting a single part of him hide from the lens of the camera.

“Such a gorgeous little omega, look how perfect every single hidden crease is,” you murmured. As you progressed, his rim was getting puffier and puffier until it was nice and swollen. You put your thumb on the puffy rim and massaged it slowly, watching Izuku’s face like a hawk to make sure he was still soundly asleep.

Just then, a very, very light moan hit the air and you froze like a rock, nervous. After a couple of moments passed, you relaxed. Izuku had moaned but seemed to still be soundly asleep, however you pulled your thumb away just in case. You grinned when you noticed there was a small amount of slick glistening there. You held your thumb up to the camera and turned it so that it gleamed in the minimal light.

“Look at this, such a beautifully responsive omega,” you laughed gently. “I’ve always loved how quickly he got wet whenever I touched him.”

For the first time that evening, you turned the camera on yourself and made a show of licking the slick before you turned the camera back around and continued. Mhmm.

 “Did you know he was a virgin when we got together?” you were getting comfortable speaking to an imaginary audience now. “That means no one but me has ever touched his hole like this before. All his cute reactions are mine and only mine.”

Next, it was time for you to give his cock some attention.

Carefully, you picked up one of his legs, and tried to move it so that his legs were laying open, ready for the next step in your plan. But just then, Izuku mumbled in his sleep and shifted, causing you to freeze again. That was a much bigger shift than the last one… was he waking up? Shit… you really, really wanted this to be perfect, just as he’d asked. You had to send him back into a deep sleep.

You did the only thing you could think of, pushing out a powerful ‘safe and comforting’ scent, hoping that his unconscious mind would relax once it knew you were here, that Izuku would subconsciously trust you.

And he did.

A few moments later, Izuku relaxed again, letting out a big breath of air before falling boneless against the bed again, allowing you to finish opening up his legs. His cock wasn’t as soft as it had been at the start, but it wasn’t fully hard yet either. You wanted to change that.

“He’s got a little hard from the attention I’ve been giving him,” you told the camera. Carefully, you grabbed his cock with your fingers and held it up to the camera, trying to get all the angles. “Here’s what he looks like up close. Very cute…” your words were becoming harder to form as you fought the instinct to drool.

“I’m going to try and show you him hard now,” and with that you gently leant forward and gave his cock little kitten licks, trying your best to get a good camera angle. Then you slipped his cock into your mouth and sucked, easily taking him all the way in because he was only half hard.

Izuku gave a little mewl into his pillow, and you smiled to yourself. He was so sensitive, even when he was sleeping.

You pulled off with a pop and showed the camera his newly hard, wet cock.

“Here,” you used your finger to demonstrate. “As you can see, his cock leans slightly to the left and the vein at the bottom is very prominent, sensitive too. He also has a nice pink colour on the tip. Izuku truly has a beautiful cock.”

Izuku moaned again at the feeling of your fingers fluttering over him and you turned the camera onto his face to capture it, zooming in on the little drool patch on his pillow when you noticed it.

“What do you think he’s dreaming about?” you asked with a teasing voice. “I know he’s dreaming about me, of course, but I wonder what he’s dreaming about me doing…”

Izuku’s tongue peaked out from his mouth and you giggled lightly. That’s when an idea suddenly hit you.

“Hmm, let’s finish up with one last thing…”

With an anticipatory grin, you took out your own cock and gently placed it on your mate’s lips, enjoying the warmth and softness.

Your cock was much harder than you expected it to be. Maybe Izuku was on to something when he asked to try this? Just the idea that he was so trusting of you to do this while he was at his most vulnerable made your stomach tighten in the best way.

Izuku’s tongue soon popped back out, and his lips opened slightly with a cute little breathy moan.

“Oh, I think I figured out what he’s dreaming about,” you smirked as Izuku’s lips fell open even more. You pet his cheeks gently with your free hand. “Good boy, ‘zuku, you’re doing so well, always ready for your alpha, even when you’re asleep.”

You continued to masturbate using his face and lips, struggling to keep the camera steady as you crept closer and closer to your climax. You had a couple of seconds to decide where you were going to cum, but the answer came easily, no pun intended.

You walked back around to Izuku’s spread legs and lined your cock up with Izuku’s, waiting only a few moments before you soaked his cock with your cum, wiping yourself on his thigh for good measure.

You zoomed in one final time on his newly cum covered crotch and then up to his face.

“I hope you enjoyed,” you teased, speaking both to the current Izuku laying in front of you and the future version who would be watching the video later.

And then you cut the camera off with a final wink.

[doopdevil]

what are you waiting for? | n.romanoff x fem!reader x s.rogers | PART THREE

PART 1 | PART 2 | MASTERLIST

warnings: cursing ; one-sided love ; angst ; anxiety ; big argument ; death ; grief

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader ; steve rogers x fem!reader (not poly)

word count: 2,770

summary: natasha is at her limit, and perhaps so is steve.

a/n: just as i was about to post this, firefox crashed 😭 anyways i hope you all enjoy this part, it’s about to get real sad up in here!! also, i hope i’m not rushing the story too much. i just really want to establish a certain tone contextually, but if i’m going too slow or fast, lmk! and finally, if you’re interested, my requests are open, and i’m accepting prompts & characters from this list! thank you so so much for reading and i hope you enjoy it!

    “Carol, when will you be coming back to Earth?” Natasha queried. 

    “Not in a while. The planet I’m at was hit hard by the snap. A civil war could break out if I don’t interfere soon.” the pilot languidly explained. Carol’s usual confident demeanor was weakening by the second. She, like the rest of them, was exhausted.

    “Understood. Let’s end this meeting for now and touch base soon.” Those who remained of the Avengers said their goodbyes, leaving Natasha alone again. 

    The assassin visibly slumped in her seat. It was currently 6:00 p.m. Someone who cared for her, a relative or friend would tell her to make dinner. But no one was there to do so. Hours passed like minutes and before she knew it, the redhead had fallen asleep on her humongous stack of papers. A little drool soaked a document-turned pillow. She sat up with a groan and sighed. Nat thought she might as well send it in any way, as she used the sleeve of her maroon sweater to violently rub on the paper. Natasha had been having a terrible day for the past five years now. Every time she’d think that things couldn’t get worse, the universe would prove her wrong. The majority of the responsibilities of leading the Avengers fell on her, thus beginning the feeling of crushing weight on her shoulders. If Natasha wasn’t working, she was asleep, and she didn’t sleep much. She’d volunteer at the nearby shelters, help ration supplies, and work with people who had been alone like she was. Nat was no stranger to being alone. But its presence was not a friendly one. Tony was gone. He and Pepper were secluded in a little cabin, with a new toddler, and everything they needed. God knows where Bruce or Clint was. Steve would come and go, often taking missions in foreign countries. He’d do anything to avoid being in your old apartment. It was dusty and barren – and it reeked of guilt. Although the captain continued doing the best he could, most of the responsibility fell on Natasha. She continued to rub out the stain on the document with growing agitation. The crinkly tear was unpleasant, ringing in her ears as if it were mocking her.  Maybe she could send a drool-stained document in, but she sure as hell couldn’t send in a ripped one. On her last nerve, she threw the contents out and began heading to her room.

    Only Natasha could navigate the organized chaos that was her room. But the room had an emptiness to it. Despite being filled with things that had belonged to her, and to people she loved, they were soaked in the dust. Upon further inspection, it would’ve seemed that she hadn’t touched some of those things in years. Natasha headed towards a soft, lumpy pile that lay next to her bed. She fished a familiar item out and frowned. Y/N’s hoodie. The last time she saw you, you had eagerly lent it to her. “I know you want to be all cool and tough Nat, but you can’t fool me! Just take the damn hoodie!” The Russian was never one for being vulnerable, but she’d make an exception for you. The soft baby-blue garment scrunched up in her clutching hands, its cozy essence standing apart from everything else in the room. It was glowing with its apparent usage and obvious lack of dust. A bit smelly too. Natasha felt the need to hide every time she’d do this. She’d hold your hoodie close to her as if she were holding a hollow shell of you. The assassin refused to wash it. Somehow after all these years, she could detect your familiar scent. She took in a deep breath and held. 20 seconds had passed and she was still holding it in. It was one of the only pieces of evidence that you had indeed, existed, working against the startling fact that you were gone. When she forced herself to exhale, small, silent tears began to flow from her glassy eyes. Even all alone in the compound, she hated crying too loudly. If she remained quiet, no one would know a thing. No one would know how much she loved you.

    The blonde soldier awoke with a start. He silently cursed at himself for making that mistake again. Assuming that you would be laying next to him, head tucked in his muscular arm, content and comfortable from the torments of the world. But what greeted him had been a blonde head of hair on top of a bareback that slept towards the window. Sharon Carter. Back when he refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, she was just a friend and trusted ally. A reminder of what he had lost so long ago. With you being his wife, other romantic endeavors hardly crossed his mind. And then you started to drift apart. Steve took no joy in pushing you away, but the last thing he wanted was for his dangerous life to interfere with yours. Although the captain can admit, maybe he pushed a little too far. So much in fact that he had inadvertently created a rift that neither of you could repair; all for the sake of his peace of mind. He despised that the last words exchanged between you two were so painful. “I don’t want to have children with you.” Even now, he could hear your muffled sobs behind the hotel door with a horrifying clearness. He could’ve sworn you were right next to him.

    To say the captain was hesitant to date again was an understatement. When the blip had first occurred, he was dead-set on bringing you back. Even when things were the worst, he and the Avengers always found a way. Then you’d all be together again; a dysfunctional yet tightly knit family with lots of time to make up for. Steve would finally be able to tell you how sorry he is. All of his guilt and regret would come forth into the open. But now he knew that was just wishful thinking. Years had passed and he had only just mustered up the courage to ask out Sharon. That could only happen after years of guilt and grief, leading to the inevitable: acceptance. His support group helped a lot, and eventually asking Sharon out didn’t seem so self-serving. You’d want him to be happy, right? At least that’s what he kept telling himself. On nights like these, Sharon would always fall asleep immediately, leaving Steve to hold her with nothing but you in his thoughts. He couldn’t be here anymore. 

    Steve rose up from the bed as quietly as he could, sneaking towards a pair of shoes, his keys, and a brown leather jacket. The captain would be out for a while. He desperately needed to leave a place that made him feel like something wrong towards you; the contrary of a husband: a traitor.

    “Natasha, please.”

    “No.”

    “I beg of you, Nat. I need this. I need you.”

    “No.”

    “But you’re the only one who can do this!” you cried.

    Natasha sighed. She knew you’d get to her eventually. You and your alluring presence, perking up adorably at the sight of her giving in. Nat knew how delighted you’d be if she accepted, and she wasn’t one to lose out on an opportunity to make you smile. Regardless of how ridiculously childish it felt.

    “Fine. I’ll get you the damn seal.”

    The amusing sounds of carnival music, laughter, and tacky game effects filled the vicinity. There it stood, powerful and commanding, only a few booths away from you and Natasha. A titillating game of bullseye, all for the prize of an adorably plump seal doll. It had clearly enamored you the second you laid your eyes on its strange, and quite frankly, painful-looking ones. Poor carnival seal. If anyone had the coordination and skill to rescue it from its prison; it would be Nat. She really tried her best to seem nonchalant. But it wasn’t easy with you standing so close to her, squealing in anticipation whenever she hit the target. It felt surreal when you kissed her cheek.

    “Natasha! You fucking did it!”

    Nat’s face in concentration melted into a soft smirk. That fluffy seal would be your prize, and you being so happy would be hers.

    “I’ll take the seal for this lovely lady,” Natasha felt bold, glancing towards you. A surge of confidence radiated off of her once she gave you the enormous plush doll. Making you happy wasn’t a chore, it was an honor.

    “Nat. Thank you! You’re the best, really,” you chirped, before lunging into her for a hug. Natasha always spoiled you and it never ceased to flatter you. If anyone else had asked her to play a carnival game to get them a seal doll, she’d laugh in their face. Knowing how much she favored you, as much as you enjoyed being with her had filled you with a sense of longing.

    “Anything you want Nat. You’ve dealt with me going absolutely insane over… well over all of this!” You gestured towards the scenery surrounding you. A moderately packed carnival glowed in the evening dusk, the lively lights, and chatter enough to affirm that people were still awake. You had asked Steve to go with you, but he apologetically turned down your date offer. He had a long mission in Europe to leave for, and once he was back the carnival would likely be gone. You loved these little pieces of fun in life. Small reminders of your childhood, sacred places to hide away from the clutches of adult responsibility. You were desperate for a break, and Natasha saw that when your face fell at the sight of Steve leaving. She couldn’t leave you alone like that.

    “Anything?” she asked in a whisper, almost shyly.

    “Yes, Natasha. Anything.”

    Natasha’s eyes opened immediately, alert and prepared as always. The bright light from her phone illuminated her bleak, dark bedroom. Steve would be coming by. Great. If anything could derail that intoxicating dream, it was him. Her copper hair swished as she turned towards the clock. 6:00 a.m. It was still dark out. She had only gotten four hours of sleeping and it showed; but quite frankly, she couldn’t care less. Natasha groggily left her room to greet Steve (and maybe even punch him for waking her up.) She turned down a hall where the plexiglass window revealed a sullen Steve, sitting with his bare feet submerged by water. 

    With an exasperated sigh, she hugged her hoodie closer to her, as if to fight off the goosebumps that started to form. 

    “Isn’t it a little late for beer, Cap?”

    Steve turned with a small smile.

    “I think I’m entitled to a drink or two on the weekend, Nat.”

    “Well then, I guess I am too,” she said as a matter-of-factly, sitting down next to him, legs crossed and shaking from the cold. In an attempt to numb herself, she swiped a fresh beer from his hand.

    “I know you well enough to know when you’re upset, Steve,” Natasha continued, “Why the hell is Captain America drinking at 6 in the morning?”

    Steve paused. Natasha was nothing if not relentless.

    “...I feel guilty.”

    “Here here, man. We’ve all been in that boat.  I mean, we’re supposed to be the Avengers and we couldn’t even stop all of this bullshit.” She was clearly too tired for pleasantries. 

    “Don’t get me wrong Nat, I do feel that way. But I was referring to Y/N.”

    She retained the sound of your name with a jolt of pain. The spy had gotten far too familiar with not hearing it. It broke her heart to notice another sign that you were fading away.

    “I’ve started dating again… but I can’t stop comparing her to Y/N,” he sighed.

    Natasha would begrudgingly continue to do what she had always done. The right thing. It wasn’t his fault that she was hopelessly in love with his wife.

    “Steve, that girl loved you more than anything.”

    “Not exactly helping, but-”

    “Jeez, let me finish! I mean that she loved you enough to want you to be happy. I’m positive that the last thing she’d want is for you to spend the rest of your life in pain over her. It would break her heart. If you’re really serious about this new girl, appreciate her for what she is rather than what she’s not.”

    “I guess that is what she’d want,” he paused.

    “What do you want, Nat?” Steve suddenly asked, cloudy blue eyes glancing towards her.

    “World peace. A Thanos torture chamber. Another beer, perhaps. What do you mean?”

    “You’re wearing her hoodie.”

    Natasha was at a loss for words. She’d wear the thing so much she hadn’t taken into account that people would remember it belonged to you. Steve was frowning, staring down into the water with a hesitant look. He began to speak, his tone pained and honest.

    “I’m not an idiot Nat. I should know if one of my best friends is in love with my wife.”

    “I… don’t want to talk about this with you.”

    “If you have something to say, just say it. You’ve been itching to punch my face for years now, haven’t you?” he asked.

    She had managed to keep her emotions in check for all these years, and she wasn’t going to give up now. Not because Steve was depressed with a death wish. Natasha briskly got up, itching to leave whatever this was. 

    “I’m not mad, Nat. I just want to talk about Y/N with someone who understands-”

    “No, you fucking don’t!” So much for keeping it all in. 

    “For years, I have stood by while you were with her. I let you because I thought you could handle it, treat her better than I ever could. And then you fucking leave her for the niece of your ex? Unlike you, I will not stop fucking mourning. I refuse to stop until I’ve torn apart every last bit of those who’ve taken her from me, and you just gave up! Why do you get everything for not doing a damned thing?” Her emotions spilled out like wildfire, finally bursting into flame after years of being contained. Regardless of the aggressive nature of her words, she was honest. That was enough for her.

    For a second time that night, Steve had felt guilty. He shouldn’t have brought it up. Here he was, picking a fight with the woman who had only sought to put everything back together. Before he could speak, her confused voice filled the silence.

    “Someone’s at the door,” both of their eyes instinctively bored into the surveillance screen as if they hadn’t even been arguing in the first place.

    “Oh my god.”

    “What is it?”

    “It’s Scott.”

    Shock. It tore through your body like rose thorns, paralyzing you in a state of utter confusion. You were back in the hotel as if all of the dust had come together the second you broke apart. Although, it was different. Your eyes scanned the room frantically. Somehow, it was no longer the same bedroom you were in seconds ago. Now it was a sort of sitting room. Whose apartment was this?

    In a frenzy you ran for the door, desperate for answers. All of your belongings from what used to be your hotel room were gone, leaving you with no phone and even more questions. You sped down the stairs into the lobby, desperate for even a glimpse of someone else. What you had descended into was chaos. People were running around the ostentatiously decorated lobby, just as confused as you were.

    “This man keeps calling my apartment his fucking hotel room!”

    “I swear, I didn’t break-in. That was my hotel room before-”

    Before he disappeared, you thought. You weren’t the only one to disintegrate into ash. Just how many people were gone? Running towards the doorman, you begged him to let you borrow his phone. Glancing onto the screen, you were taken aback. 2023? What the fuck? In a state of hysterics, you called a number Natasha had given to you months ago, or perhaps years ago, in case of emergencies. 

    The phone rang.

    It continued.

    You chewed your lip nervously. Where was she?

    The ringing was tearing you apart, tears filling your eyes at the lack of her voice. Silence had never been so deafening. 

    “Y/N?” You had never felt so relieved or heard Natasha sound so vulnerable. Her voice was shaking with an unfamiliar tremble. 

    “Natasha?”

[thefanficmonster]

The Five Scares (and one revenge)

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing 

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having a tendency to scare people, Corpse has gotten used to his friends being jumpy whenever he appears from the void into a Discord call with them. However, the one who has it the roughest with the spooks has to be his partner Y/N. Basically: The five times Corpse scared Y/N and the one time they scared him

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your lovely request it was a real joy to write and I had a ton of fun doing so! Hope you have equally as wonderful of a time if you happen to come across it and give it a read despite the long wait you’ve had to endure which I apologize for. Love, Vy ❤

I

Having had to go home for the night to keep an eye on their roommate’s dog, Y/N and Corpse agreed to have a video call before they fell asleep. They didn’t want to appear like that typical clingy and cheesy couple but after spending almost a whole week curled up in Corpse’s apartment, the two would feel each other’s absence to a very saddening degree to the point where they’d even forget the other isn’t around and would call out to them. 

Letting the call ring, Y/N’s hand comes up to smooth out their hair. However, the touch reveals to them that their hair needs a bit more than a simple tap or a pat to be tamed so while they wait for Corpse to answer the call, they quickly head to their bathroom. Flicking the light on, their reflection greets them with the underwhelming news of the actual state of their hair at the moment: an absolute mess. They proceed to do their best with the single hair-tie they have handy. A bobby pin or two would be neat but they have no time to go and grab one right now, seeing as how they can’t recall if they even brought them back from Corpse’s apartment. If they didn’t, they would have to search their roommate’s room for some which would take an even longer amount of time.

Eventually, they manage to tame it in something closely resembling a presentable ponytail and exit the bathroom feeling more exhausted than before. With a loud sigh, they crash onto their bed, face-first into the sea of pillows, groaning at the slight sting of their muscles relaxing at last.

“Y/N?“ The decently loud mention of their name by a deep, familiar yet sudden and unexpected voice startles them to the point of squealing and jumping an entire inch away from where they were positioned.

They look around their room in a frenzy, wondering where on Earth that voice came from and how it could be here with them right now.

“Y/N, you there?”, before they could locate it, it emerges once again, helping Y/N get an ide of where it’s coming from - somewhere in the messed up bed sheets.

“Corpse?“ They finally find their voice, “Y-yeah I’m here. Question is: how are you...“ and then it all clicks, causing them to twist their face in an expression of utter disappointment and bury it in the palms of their hands, groaning.

“You forgot about the video chat, didn’t you?“ Corpse asks, amusement not even attempted to be hidden in his voice.

“Yup.“

II

It’s been one hell of a day. Y/N’s college lectures exhausted them to a max and their six hour job following their classes did nothing to help them AT ALL. Quite the opposite actually. Makes sense why they look, move and talk the way they’re doing right now: like a ghost, zombie and an elder combined in one. To add to their misfortunes for the day, they were met with the mocking ‘OUT OF ORDER’ sign taped to the doors of the elevator, laughing in their face with the information that their hellish experience for the day is far from over.

Just the thought of having to climb to the fifth floor made their stomach turn in the most unpleasant way possible, but the though of how long that would take made matters even worse. Arriving at their designated apartment, they have every right to be pissed, cussing their heart out. 

However, then comes a new problem: the inability to pinpoint the correct key. They proceed to curse themselves, the keys, the door handle and the door itself before punching the poor wood that did no wrong and just stands here, serving its purpose of keeping unwanted people out of the apartment it’s guarding.

Following their anger outburst and front-door-abuse, they proceed to try finding the correct key once again, this time slightly more calmly as to not accidentally miss it in their frantic rifling.

Right as they’re about to try the third key, however, the door opens. Well, it’s opened by someone on the other side, that someone being none other than their boyfriend Corpse who’s currently staring at them wide-eyed, one eyebrow raised, the word ‘confused’ basically written across his face.

While he’s processing the sight in front of him, Y/N lets out a little scream, jumping back and away from the door, a hand placed over their chest as their wide eyes scan their boyfriend who now seems equally terrified as a result of their reaction.

“Corpse?!“ They manage to gasp, barely hearing their own voice over the loud thumping of their heart and the rush of blood in their ears, “What the hell are you doing here?!“

The confusion on Corpse’s face deepens, reaching whole new levels as his eyes gaze deeper into theirs, searching for the meaning behind their bizarre question. “You mean...at my own apartment? What am I doing, at home?“

For a few seconds, the two just stare blankly at one another, processing everything that’s just happened. Suddenly, it all just kinda caves for Y/N and they burst out laughing, doubling over, their arms clutching at their stomach as they do so. Their laughter is contagious, so Corpse can’t help but let out a few chuckles himself.

“Alright, you’ve been driven to insanity, I can tell.“ He mumbles at his reckless partner, coming up behind them and wraps his arms around them, lifting them up and carrying their laughing ass inside.

III

Finally deciding to sit down and get this damn project started, Y/N already feels like they’ve had enough of it, burnout already creeping in and threatening to ruin their work and trip them up every step of the way. It wouldn’t have been so bad had the subject not been one they absolutely despise and wish they could get out of studying but alas they’re stuck with it.

They equip their headphones as soon as they plant their butt on the desk chair in their tiny room in their tiny roommate-shared apartment, putting their Spotify playlist on shuffle as they open a blank Power Point document. They work better with music blasting in their ears since the silence tends to be too loud and distracting when they’re trying to focus. So, that way they can also sing their heart out in peace and not get disturbed by the sound of their own off-key singing. Win-win, basically.

Singing ‘Never Forget You’ by Zara Larsson and MNEK, they get a little carried away, ditching the project to enter a full-blown music video they can imagine down to the detail in their mind.

However, there’s a surprise awaiting them.

As soon as MNEK’s part of the song begins, another voice apart from his echoes through their headphones, singing along to the song. Freaking the fuck out, they let out a loud scream, smacking the headset off them, sending the object falling and landing on their laptop keyboard with a crash that only serves to further startle their roommate’s dog which comes to check if they are being attacked or something only to be disappointed by the lack of action.

When pushing the headphones off, they did so with a force strong enough to snap the cable out of the laptop entirely so now the room is filled with the sound of that same foreign voice laughing his ass off.

A voice that belongs to no other than Corpse Husband himself.

“You gotta learn to disconnect from Discord calls, Y/N.“ The fucker says, still cackling wholeheartedly at his partner’s misery.

Pissed off or not, Y/N would have to admit he’s got a point. But they’d also rather never speak again than admit it so...

“Fuck you!“ is what they say instead, seconds before disconnecting.

IV

Making breakfast is not something either Corpse or Y/N are used to, mostly cause they both either wake up late or skip the meal entirely. Regardless, having been given a day off from work and having no classes since it’s Saturday, Y/N saw no better way to start their day off than to prepare a nice breakfast for them and their boyfriend to enjoy. Problem is: they aren’t the most skilled in the kitchen. Sure they can scramble an egg or make mac and cheese, but in order to do it correctly they are not allowed to have distractions of any kind. Not even music, that’s how you know it’s serious.

Seeing as how Corpse has never seen them cook, he’s obviously unaware of theirs. The dummy straight up waltzes into the kitchen, unintentionally remaining unspotted and unheard by Y/N because he’s barefoot and because they have their back turned to him.

“Whatya cooking over there babe?“

Y/N’s focus bubble, being as thin as it is and considering they initially thought Corpse was still asleep, they have every right to let out the yelp they just did, dropping the egg they were gonna crack over the pan in said pan in its entirety - yes, shell and all.

A moment of silence commences: regretful on Corpse’s end and frustrated on theirs. Neither of them dares to say anything to avoid triggering the other. Well, that’s the case until Y/N decides enough’s enough and they turn to look at him, a wide, obviously fake smile plastered onto their face.

“Scrambled eggs, following a secret recipe, property of the L/N family.“

Seems like your pre-breakfast snack is an extra large dose of sarcasm, huh?

V

“So, how was your day? You sound pretty chipper so I take it wasn’t a nightmare like a few days ago.“ Corpse comments over the phone, listening to shuffling and shifting as Y/N moves around the apartment, getting ready to head out.

“It was great actually. Got some important results back and, not to brag or anything, but they were higher than I expected.“ They reply, a genuine wide grin refusing to leave their face as they silently count the amount of money they’ve got in their wallet. “I’m gonna go buy a cake so we can celebrate it. It’s no small deal, trust me, especially not when I initially thought I’d fail both these exams to the point of being pitied.“

“Wait...-“ Corpse attempts, his voice suddenly sounding strained and urgent but that’s the very reason he cannot seem to find or get the right words out of his system. Not that Y/N gives him any time to figure it out.

“No Corpse, you cannot change my mind. Cake and beers, we’re celebrating toni- SHIT!“ They scream as they throw open the front door, bumping square into someone standing on the other side, almost dropping their phone.

Taken aback by embarrassment and fear, they leap back, their eyes searching for the ones of the person whose personal space they just invaded. Well, to be fair, he was the one invading their personal space by standing right outside the door to their - well, to Corpse’s apartment.

The fear and irritation die down almost instantly when Y/N recognizes the person standing opposite them.

“Mind telling me why we’re talking on the phone when you could’ve come in and we could’ve had a normal person conversation?!“ They snap, ironically enough - they’re still holding the phone to their ear.

So is Corpse whos is smiling guiltily, “That’s why I called, I forgot my keys, but I got...carried...sorry.”

Well, at least this serves as proof Y/N’s not the only forgetful one.

                                                            ~  ~  ~

Corpse has been stuck in his recording room for four hours now, never stopping his stream to take care of his basic human needs such as eating or going to the bathroom. This behavior of his has Y/N worried sick and unable to focus on the task at hand - an assignment they’ve been trying to finish for two hours now, sitting with their computer on their lap and looking hopelessly at the blank Word document waiting for them to fill it up while they are waiting for it to start writing itself.

Seeing as how neither are gonna happen, not until Y/N puts their mind at ease, they slowly put the laptop aside, standing up to carefully skip on over to Corpse’s recording room to check on him, stopping by the kitchen to grab him a snack and a bottle of water along the way.

The door to the darkened room is open a crack, as usual, suggesting they can enter without knocking - this also means he’ll probably not hear them even if they knock so the whole gesture would be pointless. Not that Y/N has a tendency to knock or anything... Waltzing in, they find that the only light in the room is the very faint and dark glow of the computer screen which is displaying a dark and dingy room from a first-person view of the protagonist of whatever game Corpse’s currently playing.

“Corpse?!“ They whisper-yell/hiss at him, trying their best to grasp his attention without startling him - they don’t need to be told that the game is of the horror genre and the last thing they need is for their boyfriend to flip backwards and fall out of his chair because they scared the shit out of him. “Hey?!“

Neither attempts prove futile so, despite their best instincts telling them differently, they walk over to him and tap him on the shoulder. The reaction, while within the realm of expectancy, is a lot more startled than they expected, accompanied by a scream on top of all. They’d never heard him scream in fear before, it’s quite amusing if they’re being honest.

They suppress a snicker as Corpse’s wide open eyes meet their squinting ones in the darkness, “Y/N...babe...what is it? Is everything ok?”

Y/N rolls their eyes, “No, everything isn’t ok. Your unhealthy habit of forgetting to take care of yourself, for example.” They put the snack and the bottle on the his desk, giving him their best disappointed-parent look before turning on their heel to strut their way out of the room. However, just as they are about to make their exit, they stop right at the doorframe, giving their stunned one final glance over their shoulder with a smug smirk playing across their face, “Oh and by the way, that’s what I like to call revenge.” Just like that, they leave, pushing the door back into its previous position.

And boy, is it some sweet, sweet revenge.

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waking dreams

Elijah is four in her earliest memories. She’s in that study, that damn study, and Isaac and Yohan are taking advantage of the fact that their father, her halabeoji isn’t home, to talk between them. Isaac holds her, first propped on his hip, and then in his lap when he sits down. He’s keeping her occupied with a toy butterfly and with the motions of braiding and unbraiding her hair again.

She doesn’t remember the details of the conversation. She remembers Isaac laughing a few times, that small almost-smile gracing Yohan’s face, making him look even younger than his barely thirty years of age.

(She can’t remember when Yohan started to look older, more bone-weary, haggard. She has to only guess it was after the fire).

Even back then, Yohan was quiet and reserved and thoughtful; she remembers Yohan pausing before he answered Isaac’s questions. She remembers Isaac giving him the time to think; Yohan wasn’t so manipulative back then, she thinks. He was open and honest with Isaac, even if it hurt their relationship. She thinks Isaac preferred it that way.

After the fire, Elijah can’t remember Yohan ever grieving. Not the way she did. He sat by her side, patient and steadfast, through the pain and frustration presented in tears and tantrums and nightmares. Yohan just sat by her side and when she finally exhausted herself and slumped over, Yohan would pick her up and carry her to bed, staying with her until she fell asleep.

Yohan has always been firmly planted in the ground, stable and steady and ready to catch her whenever she falls. It’s been five years since the last time she sought him out in the middle of the night—before she had found the files on his computer, before he’d realised he couldn’t keep anything he didn’t want her to see on his computer. “Yohan?” her voice was loud in the dark silence of the room, echoing in the emptiness of the house. There were only three inhabitants in the house: Yohan, Elijah, and the ghosts of past residents haunting them.

“Elijah?” Yohan’s voice, barely coherent, barely audible, as he lifted his head from the pillow. It had been two years since she’d gone to him after a nightmare, but he still moved with the practised memory of comfort, shifting over and moving the blankets so she could pull herself onto his bed, so she could cuddle up to him. “Sleep, Elijah,” Yohan mumbled, into the thickness of the cloud of grief that clung to her skin.

She stops turning to him for help when she finds the documents. Yohan stops offering help, in turn, adapting to her needs.

(He was never meant to be a father, Elijah reminds herself, when she wishes he’d come even if she told him not to. He had never wanted to be a father).

And then Yohan brings the associate judge home, wounded, and he looks like Isaac. Elijah can’t stand it. She throws a shoe at Yohan when he leaves the room he’s put the judge in. He doesn’t dodge it, just looks down at the shoe that she’d hit him in the chest with. “I just got blown up, don’t you think this could have waited?” he asks dryly. She throws her other shoe at him.

Gaon isn’t a replacement for Isaac. She watches as Yohan, instead, takes Isaac’s seat and Gaon sits instead in Yohan’s seat, thoughtful before he answers questions posed, choosing his words carefully. But Gaon isn’t like Yohan, he stumbles and falls, he’s spitfire and impulsive, and Elijah loves him. Elijah loves him because, for once, she can see Yohan start to falter, to hesitate.

There’s something about Kim Gaon that shifts the ground under their feet. But Elijah doesn’t really notice it, until she wakes from a nightmare breathing heavily and barely opens her eyes before she feels the dip in her mattress, the hand soothing her hair back from her face. She doesn’t need to look to recognise the silence as Yohan’s, the comfort as that awkward imitation he could never manage to make entirely sincere.

She shifts over and Yohan takes her role, slips under her blankets and curls up to her, shifting to accommodate when she turns in to him, pressing her face to the soft fabric of his sweater. He brushes his fingers through her hair, and she closes her eyes before he presses a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You’ve gotten better at this,” she mumbles. She feels rather than sees Yohan suppress a laugh.

“Gaon says it’s good to talk about your nightmares,” he says, like he himself can’t believe he’s saying it. Elijah scoffs.

It’s… nice, she supposes, to rely on Yohan every so often, to let him actually care for her. It’s not as though her fond memories of him disappeared when she found his documents cancelling the donation. She still remembers the Yohan who sat with her and helped put stickers on her first wheelchair, the Yohan who took her shopping for a backpack before he decided it was safer to homeschool her instead.

It was her to pull away first, Elijah realises. She cuddles closer to Yohan and closes her eyes and drifts to sleep easier than she has in a long time.

Elijah wakes up to Yohan still in her bed, brushing his fingers through her hair and watching her sleep. “Good morning,” he says when she wakes.

“What time is it?” she asks, and before he can even open his mouth, she continues, “why aren’t you at work? Why are you still here? Don’t you have things to do?”

“I rescheduled my meetings,” Yohan says calmly, when Elijah finally pauses to breathe. “You haven’t had a nightmare that bad in years.” It’s not a question, and Elijah suddenly realises that he’s been checking on her at night since she stopped coming to him for help, still caring for her in that quiet, unassuming way she knows Yohan prefers, that way often left unrealised.

“Yohan?” she asks. Her voice is small, young. Yohan focuses on her at once; his expression may be blank, but his eyes are concerned, worried. Elijah can’t ask, though, can’t bring herself to utter the words that she desperately wants to say.

He understands, though. Yohan understands and he smiles softly. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to,” he murmurs and he drops another kiss to her head.

He buys her a birthday gift that year. Elijah had told him not to bother when she was twelve, and he had followed the request. He probably, she knows, just put money into the accounts he’d set aside for her for when she was an adult, but it was something she didn’t have to deal with or acknowledge, and that was enough for her.

She’s with Gaon when he gets home, sitting in the garden with him and Kkomi and chatting. “Elijah!” Yohan calls. Gaon tenses immediately but Elijah just turns; she knows Yohan’s angry voice, and that’s not it.

“We’re outside!” she calls back. Yohan skips the bottom step coming down the back porch and jogs down to where they’re seated in the grass.

“Bujangnim?” Gaon asks nervously. They both ignore him for the time being. Yohan has a small box in his hand. Elijah narrows her eyes.

Yohan’s smile is smug and fake; Elijah looks past it, to the uncertain hope in his eyes instead. “Happy birthday, Elijah,” Yohan says in a soft voice. Gaon’s head shoots to look at her, betrayal written all over his face. Elijah just scoffs and opens the box and freezes when she catches sight of the paper underneath the silver chain, the cross attached.

Elijah, it reads, in Yohan’s familiar handwriting, this was your father’s. He gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday. I’m passing it on to you now. Remember that there is always hope in the world, so long as you look for it. Love, your uncle, Yohan.

She’s seen the cross on Yohan’s wrist before. It’s a necklace, but he’s only ever worn it as a bracelet, tucked under the cuffs of his sleeves, or loose against his wrist at home. It was her father’s.

The memories she has of Isaac and Yohan are soft ones, fond ones. She can remember the sound of Yohan’s laughter, if not the circumstances behind it. She can remember Yohan picking her up as often as Isaac did, the delight in his eyes and voice when she’d run to him while playing. But still, she doubted Yohan for years, doubted his love for her father, his brother.

She wears it as a bracelet as well. The chain clinks against itself on her wrist when she moves; Yohan is asleep, having fallen asleep nearly the second they’d taken off on the plane. She can’t blame him; he’s been overworking himself trying to get them safely out of the country. Elijah can’t remember the last time she saw Yohan sleep peacefully.

Yohan sleeps peacefully on the flight. The lines on his face soften, and he looks younger, when he sleeps, his hair in his face and turned towards her, eyelids fluttering every so often. She wonders what he’s dreaming of.

He wakes after six hours on the flight, waking up in small increments. When his eyes land on her, a subtle smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Have you slept?” he asks, voice rough. Elijah shakes her head. “What are you doing?”

“Schoolwork,” Elijah says. Yohan blinks at her and sits up a little more, shaking his head as if to shake the sleep off. The air stewardess brings him coffee. He turns back to Elijah and she, in kind, tilts her textbook towards him, explaining her studies aloud to him.

He’s taken interest in her studies before; she knows Yohan cares more than he lets on about her schooling, that he’d dropped a stupid amount of money on making sure she could stay with him but still could study at Stanford. She knows Yohan keeps an eye on her grades—not that he needs to—and that, despite being technologically incompetent, Yohan made efforts to keep up with her studies.

Yohan looks nothing but interested as she reads aloud to him. He looks unbelievably fond and unbearably proud; Elijah uses her hair to hide the fact that she has absolutely no idea what to do with this Yohan, who has given up trying to keep his distance.

“Why are you like this?” she mutters on hour eight of their flight. Yohan just laughs at her.

They have a single layover in Munich. Yohan gets them food and checks his phone, one he plans on ditching the second they land in Zurich. “Did Gaon text?” Elijah asks with a knowing smile. Yohan gives her a deadpan look. “What, you’re allowed to tease me for having a crush, but I can’t do the same thing to you?”

“I’m your uncle, it’s different,” Yohan counters, practically whining. Elijah scoffs. He doesn’t deny it, though, she realises almost six minutes later, and Yohan just grins when she glares at him.

(She can’t remember when Yohan started looking this happy, this light, this warm. She has a feeling it has something to do with Kim Gaon).

Yohan has a nightmare their first night in Zurich. Elijah knows because they’re still in a hotel, because he wakes up gasping for air. Because Yohan catches his breath and then looks over at her, watching him. Without a word, Elijah reaches out for him and he comes to her, slipping onto the bed she’d claimed as hers.

“This is what you would do for me,” Elijah says and soothes her fingers through his hair, back away from his face, watching carefully. Yohan’s breathing evens slowly; somewhere along the way, Elijah realises, Yohan has learned to accept comfort from others. He takes care of her, but in turn, he’ll allow her to take care of him.

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BTS Reaction: Them forgetting / not coming to an important event - Aftermath

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Fluff, Angst

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Special Thanks: to the individuals who commented one the previous part. I hadn’t even considered writing a second part. Thank you for giving me inspiration.

A/N: I think I was a bit dramatic at certain part, but oh well. Here your go, I hope you’ll like it.

Kim Seokjin

“I’m sorry, honey. I promise to make a greater effort for this to work.”

And he did. It took you some days to forgive him, but you had noticed the change immediately. In the beginning you didn’t let yourself dream, thought it was only a temporary change because he felt guilty. But when he prioritises you even months later, telling the company no, when they wanted to plan a “Run BTS” shoot on your birthday, you realised that he truly chose to change his behaviour – for you and your future.

And now, as he was driving the packed car, you in the passenger seat, sleeping heavily, he couldn’t be happier to have made the right decision.

Your wedding ring reflecting the afternoon sun. He stopped at a red light and turn to take you in fully. Hand slowly lifting to land on your pregnant belly. Another four month and the both of you would be proud parents.

“The both of you are worth every effort a man could make. I’ll make sure my girls will never forget that.”

Min Yoongi

6 pm on the dot he stood in front of your booth, flowers in one hand, a beautifully wrapped gift in the other.

“Hey”, he awkwardly said.

You stopped your tiping to turn your chair in his direction, not bothering to stand up or replay to the greeting. A heavy sigh left his lips as he realised you hadn’t forgiven him yet.

“I- ahm, I brought you flowers and this” he held the present in your direction “this is the gift for our anniversary, I brought it month ago.” Slowly you turned back to your screen while announcing that you still had work to do.

“Oh, okay, that’s no problem. I’ll just wait right here until you’re done and then we can go for dinner.” You didn’t give any sign of acknowledgement and just started tipping. After a few minutes he rolled over a chair from one of your co-workers who had already left and soon after he pulled out his phone.

You wanted him to wait, to suffer, he knew that. Just like you had waited after preparing dinner for the both of you. But he would brave the silence and wait until you were ready to start the process of healing what he broke. Because if Min Yoongi was one thing, then it was patient. You were both aware that he would not leave until it was with you.

That’s why you were surprise when he got up suddenly and called for the elevator. It was just past 7 pm, no way would he give up that fast.

You decided not to go investigate and return to your document which could easily have waited until the following morning.

You didn’t look up when the doors opened a new, and you heard him walk back to your booth. What made you lift your head though, was the delicious smell, that suddenly floated in the air.

Two white bags were placed on your desk, on the side the name of your favourite Take Away.

“If you won’t let me take you to dinner then I’ll bring dinner to you.” He grumbled, while emptying the bags.

Not being done with that little dance of yours, your resume your typing, waiting until he would go off. You didn’t have to wait long though.

His hand grabbed the arms of your chair and spun you in his direction, caging you in your seat.

“Eat Y/N. You don’t have to talk to me, forgive me, hell even look at me. But you will eat.”

His eyes held a fire that you hadn’t seen in a while. Slowly you reached for the first dish and started eating. Meanwhile Yoongi had fallen back into his with a satisfied not.

You continue to ignore him for the rest of the evening. This dispute wasn’t over, and you were still hurt, you were both aware of that. But when you finally slipped into bed with him you made sure to pull him close, a heavy sigh slipping past both of you lips.

You fought and pickeered, but you would never give up on him. Never give up on your love.

Jung Hoseok

You heard him mount the steps before you saw the letter enter through the opening in your front door.

Two months, that’s how long you hadn’t spoken to him. Using the time and distance to find yourself again and reorganise your thoughts and feelings. Analyse the situation and trying to find the solution that fit you best.

And each week he dropped of one letter. He never ringed, respecting your boundaries.

The content was random thoughts he had had throughout the week about you - your smell that had left his bed sheets – your song that had play while he was on his way to work and made him stop in a parking lot to cry his heart out – the way he missed holding you – kissing you – making love to you – hearing you laugh.

In the two-month gone you were able to fix yourself again, gluing the pieces back together that you needed to protect yourself and to make the tough decision that was best for you.

And while you were able to do all of that, the loneliness never left. The loneliness only he could cure.

You had a lot of things you would need to work on, and he had to prove himself a lot before you would trust him with your love again, but your heart never left his clutches. Jung Hoseok was your man, your soulmate, your future.

And so, for the first time in two month you opened the door. He was in the middle of turning back around when he heard the movement. Your eyes connected. Shock written all over his face.

“Do you want to come inside for a cup of peppermint tea?” On simple question and the sun came out. His entire face was lit up with happiness. He nodded eagerly not able to form any words.

And with the closing of the door, a new chapter in your story begun. Let’s hope this time it would have a happy ending.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon’s entire body felt like it was made out of stones when he entered his bedroom. He was beyond tired and everything hurt. He flipped on the light and almost let out a scream when he saw you sitting on the edge of the bed, exactly where he had left you.

“Y/N?” his voice nothing but a whisper.

Slowly you lifted your head to look at him. Your eyes red from crying. A white stick between your fingers.

“What is that?”, what a question? Of course, he knew what that was. Was he ready to hear it, though?

“I’m pregnant.” Your voice sounded horse and tired. Your entire posture screamed exhausted. No at all how he imagines he would ever hear those news, but well it was kind of his own fault.

“Okay.” Was all Namjoon said, knowing both of you weren’t in the right state of mind to have the required conversation right now. He helped you clean up and tucked you in. Quickly jumping into the shower, himself before he crawled beneath the sheets next to you, one arm thrown over your middle.

Sleep came fast for the both of you, your bodies allowing you the rest. Tomorrow you could deal with all of this. With the emotions. With the questions: does this change anything? Will this be enough for him to change his priorities? Or will the same factors win again as they always did.

Park Jimin

It was shortly past four in the morning when you returned. Silently you walked through your apartment and slid though your bedroom door. After cleaning up and changing you slid beneath the sheet ready for sleep. That is when you realised that the man next to you was awake. Eyes trained on your celling, not moving a single muscle.

“Jimin?” his name was nothing but a mere whisper as it glid past your lips. You thought he would be deep asleep by now.

“Do you still love me?” You barely heard the question, not sure if you were supposed to.

“What?” An incredulous look took residence on your face, confused about the sentence.

His head turned in your direction, eyes filled with tears, pain written all over his face.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I swear I didn’t mean to forget. I am so stupid. Please forgive me, please. Please.“ The silent tear turned into pained sobbed as he buried his face in the pillow.

Stunned into silence you watched as the man you love fell apart in front of you. Slowly you scooted toward him, fingers gliding into his hair as you buried your face in his shoulder. Softly massaging his scalp, you tried to calm him down.

“Jimin, of course I still love you. Nothing could ever change that. You are my Jiminie, okay? Please stop crying.” He didn’t, for a long time, but he reached out and held your hand through it.

And while you were laying there, comforting him, and waiting for him to calm down, your realised that this was not something you could do with Jimin. His love was too passionate and his insecurities too big for him to take this kind of behaviour. He needed words of affirmation during though times, not abandonment.

You would be sure to remember that because you never wanted to see him in this kind of pain again.

Kim Taehyung

This time he was prepared. He had the gift, invited your friend and family, planed the entire day weeks ahead and made sure everything was perfect.

This was going to be your day. You were going to feel like the queen you are, and he would read every wish form your eyes. Royalty would be jealous for the way you would be treated, and everybody would long to be in your shoes. That was what he had planned.

What he didn’t plan for was the black attire and the crying. What he didn’t plan for was the preaching and the current venue. What he didn’t plan for was the car crash you had a week ago. What he didn’t plan for was for you to be found dead on impact.

So here he was, watching as your cascade was lowered into the ground. On your birthday. It sounded like a sick joke.

Life gave Taehyung so many chances, but sadly he couldn’t redeem himself to the person that is most important to him – was most important to him.

Jeon Jungkook

Your heard him as he walked through the door. The blanket above you felt heavy just like the silence that filled your little apartment.

The screeching of your bedroom door notified you of his entrance. The rustling of clothes as he disrobed, and his soft breathing was the only thing that you could catch.

Your body stiffened when you felt him slip under the covers behind you. His naked chest pressed into your back as he slung his arm around your middle. A faint kiss was left behind your ear as he mumbled the words, he declared every night: I’m home.

Two years later but nothing had changed. At the same time so much had. Tonight you didn’t sit, waiting in a restaurant by yourself for hours, praying he would show up. You didn’t endanger your life on the way home or cry yourself to sleep.

No, tonight you laid in the arms of your boyfriend while your mind was with your lover who had entertained your loneliness for the past three months.

You had been correct in your assumption that nothing would change and after a lot of fights and tears but without the strength to actually leave Jungkook, you had fallen in love with another man. Obtaining through him the love and touch you missed from your absent boyfriend.

Namjoon and you weren’t proud of what you were doing, far from it. But you kept gravitating towards each other.

One who seeks love, one who gives it and one who is blinded by misplaced priorities: a recipe for disasters and broken hearts.

[wilteddaisies]

Yours - Chapter Two

Azriel x Female!Reader (acotar)

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: You are Feysand’s daughter and you’ve just come home from your studies in the Day Court. Azriel needs someone with extensive training in magic in order to complete a mission for the Night Court. You happen to be just what he needs.

Fic Warnings: age gap?, probably cursing, eventual smut, wing kink ;)

Chapter Warnings: cursing, injury, mentions of blood, angst, masturbation

Note: Finally more Azriel! It was surprisingly hard to hold myself back while writing this chapter. I wanted to write the angst and the pining, but in my head I just wanted them to love each other already lol. But don’t worry, that part will come soon ;). It won’t be the only thing coming soon. Hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER TWO

As you gazed at your reflection in the mirror of the bathroom, you realised that you really did look like a mess. Your eyes had dark circles under them and your whole body seemed to sag with exhaustion. You turned the water to practically scalding, waiting a moment for it to heat up before you stripped off your dress and then followed with your undergarments. You stepped into the steaming shower and hissed as the water hit your body. Your muscles sang in thanks to the scalding shower. 

After using your favorite jasmine scented soap, you finished up and stepped out of the shower. You dried off but then quickly realised that you forgot to bring clean clothes into the bathroom with you. Cursing, you wrapped your towel around you and reached for the door knob. Hopefully, Azriel was still passed out and you could just grab the clothes. 

But, when you pushed the door open, you found him sitting upright on the bed. Forgetting your state of undress, you rushed over to him.

“Az, you're awake!” You tried to gently push him back down to the bed. “Lay back down before you strain your back or your wing.” But, he resisted, taking your hands in his instead. He took note of your appearance, his words escaping him for a moment at the sight of your flushed cheeks, damp hair, and bare legs. He tore his eyes away from where the towel was struggling to conceal your breasts and cleared his head.

“Did you do this?” He looked at his nearly healed wing. You nodded. “How. . .” he began, “How long was I out for?” 

You glanced at the clock on your dresser. “Just a few hours.” you shrugged. 

“You managed to almost completely heal my wing in just a few hours?” He looked at you with a peculiar expression on his face. Was that awe? Admiration? Surely not. You looked down, trying to hide your blush and you nodded again.

“I may have learned a thing or two in the Day Court.” you said with a little smirk. But you should be proud, even Helion praised you for your ability to pick up magical techniques so quickly. 

“You certainly did.” That was definitely a new look. Azriel looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time. “Maybe you can fix these hands next.” he says jokingly but also with a sad sincerity. You look at his scarred hands still holding your own. He looks too, as if remembering that he still held them. His brows furrow at them, as if he resents that his rough scars are touching your smooth, unblemished hands and tries to pull them away but you don’t let him, holding on with a gentle firmness. 

“No, Az. Please. Don’t pull away, not from me.” You tried not to be hurt by his actions, it wasn’t that he didn’t trust you with his scars but that he was ashamed of them. But, he shouldn’t be ashamed of them. Those were the same hands that fought to protect Prythian in two wars, the same hands that carried you over Velaris to go on adventures in the city while your parents were busy, the same hands that held you steady as you were learning to fly, and they were the hands of the person you loved so deeply with your entire being. You raised his left hand to your lips and pressed a kiss to each and every scar littering the back of his hand, his knuckles, his fingers, and his palm. Then you did the same to his right hand. 

When you looked back up to meet his eyes, you saw that tears were falling from them. Azriel, who never cried, was weeping in front of you. And the sight shattered your heart. Had no one ever shown him this love? How often did he feel loved and secure and appreciated? Not nearly enough, not by a long shot. 

You took his hands and wrapped his arms around your waist. They immediately tightened, drawing you closer. Your breath hitched for a moment, but you leaned in to kiss his cheeks, trying to catch each tear. Your arms snaked around his neck and as you met his eyes once again. But this time, along with adoration, you found smoldering intensity. Your gaze drifted down towards his lips and ever so slowly, you leaned towards them. They seemed so warm and inviting, plump and slightly parted as he was breathing a little heavier. Your eyes drifted shut as your lips finally brushed his. For a moment, you savored them, their softness, their taste. But they had only just touched when he pulled away, gently pushing you away with his hands that were just around your waist. 

As your contact broke, shame coursed through you, you took a few steps back, adjusting your towel. Fuck. It was the wrong thing to do. You must have misread the atmosphere in the room. You opened your eyes but kept them glued to the floor, slightly panting from the moment you just shared. 

“I-” His voice sounded choked and he cleared his throat before speaking again. “We can’t. . . We shouldn’t have-”

“I know,” you interrupted, curt. And there you were, with him still sitting on the edge of the bed and you nearly four feet away. The awkward silence that ensued was unbearable. 

 “I should-”

“You should-”

More awkward silence. . .

He sighed. “I should go.” Azriel stood up and turned towards the door. You looked at him again.

“But your wing-”

“Is practically healed, thanks to you. I’ll be fine. Thank you, truly. I don’t know

what might have happened if you hadn’t been here.”

You blushed at his praise. He looked at you as if he wanted to say more, but then thought better of it. He gave you one last smile and walked out of your room, shutting the door. You slumped down onto your bed and tried to forget his rejection.

You tossed and turned in your sheets, gods damn it you couldn’t fall asleep. After using magic to clean Azriel’s blood from your sheets, you got dressed and practically fell into bed, thinking that the exhaustion of using your magic would pull you under. But no, your pulse was still racing, your skin still burned from his touch, and your core ached every time your thoughts drifted back to the feeling of his lips on yours, of his hands tightening around your waist. You pressed your thighs together hoping to relieve the pressure but it just made you yearn even more for his touch. Your thoughts drifted even further, to the image of his sculpted abs on display, even more defined with the gleam of sweat. You wondered how they would look above you, with his muscled arms on either side of your head while he pounded into your- 

Fuck. You gave in. Your legs spread and your fingers drifted towards your center to find yourself unsurprisingly wet. You moan softly as you imagine your fingers as Azriel’s. You teased your clit, lightly petting it before drawing circles around it. You lightly jolted at the zap of pleasure. Your free hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the whimpers that escaped you. You slid one finger inside you with ease, then another, hissing at the pleasant stretch. You thought of his eyes, their smoldering hazel seeming so deep you could see into his very soul.

You adjusted the angle of your hand so that your palm pressed against your swollen clit with every movement. You felt a tightening in your stomach, you writhed as your core tightened further, and clamped down on your fingers as you finally fell over the edge. You bite on your hand to keep from crying out in pleasure. Your thoughts are still on him as you come down, your pussy throbbing and legs trembling with the aftershocks. You leave your fingers inside you for a moment more before pulling them out, savoring the feeling of the slight stretch of your walls and how you could feel yourself throbbing around your fingers. 

Fuck, you wish it was him. You feel tears start to well in your eyes and your heart cracks at the realisation that he will never be yours, never love you as you love him. He’s one of your father’s best friends, he’ll never see you as anything other than a child. You know this and yet you still want him, yearn for him, need him. You fall asleep on a damp pillow. 

You wake up the next day with not nearly enough sleep, but you got up anyway at the sound of talking from downstairs. You threw on a robe and left your room to find out what was going on. Still trying to shake off the haze of sleep, you trudged into the dining hall, which had now been turned into a makeshift meeting area. Your mother, father, Mor, Amren, Cassian, and Azriel stood around the mahogany table which was covered with books, maps, and other various papers. You tried to avoid Azriel’s gaze, not that it was difficult, he seemed determined to look at everything else other than you.

“Perhaps it could be sedated with a poisoned arrow,” Mor suggested.

“Tried that,” Az countered, “the thing just knocked the arrows away, as if it was swatting flies, and any arrows that made their mark merely bounced off of its hide.”

“Shit,” Feyre huffed. She was the first to notice your quiet entrance. “Sweetheart, what are you doing? Go back to bed, you must be exhausted from using so much magic.” She walked over to where you stood at the entrance of the dining hall and embraced you. You leaned in to her comforting touch, but as much as you wanted to rest, you knew you couldn’t until you figured out what to do about Azriel’s mission. 

“I can’t, mom. There’s work to be done.” You gently escaped her hold to peer over the documents on the table. Maps, more maps, a blueprint of the castle’s underground chambers, and was that-

“A wyvern,” Cassian answered your unspoken question. The beast in the ancient drawings looked ferocious. That was the thing that Azriel had tried to bypass in order to access the weapon? How had he even managed to fly or winnow home? 

“We just have to find a way to get around the bloody thing,” Amren huffed in annoyance. “It’s fast, and strong. Even against a fae. Maybe we could get Helion to brew us an airborne potion or maybe come up with a weapon that can be used against it. But he’s dealing with trouble in his own court at the moment, it could take weeks to even-”

“Let me go.” The silence was instantaneous. All eyes snapped to you. “I can use my magic to subdue it. Or I could try to talk to it.” The wariness in their eyes turned to confusion. 

“Huh?” The confused sound came from Cassian this time. “Did I hear that wrong or did you say you could talk to it.”

You smiled, “Being a daemati is good for reading more minds than just those of the fae and humans.” Everyone looked to Rhys, who thought about it for a moment. 

He finally shrugged, “I guess I never cared enough to try. But, in that case, I’ll just go with Azriel instead.”

“Dad, no-” But your mother already beat you to it. 

“Oh come on, Rhys. You were doing things much more dangerous than fighting wyverns at her age.” She took his hand and pleaded to him with those gorgeous blue eyes that you inherited, batting her eyelashes, as if it would help convince him. It would. “We had our epic adventure. Maybe it’s time for our daughter to have one of her own.” 

He looked like he was going to argue, but then he looked at you, the spitting image of your mother with a temper to match, and with his own midnight black hair. He looked at you and saw the strength that you inherited from both of them. It was his duty as a father to protect you from harm, but it was also his duty to help you grow, whether it be as a woman, a fae, or a warrior. He finally sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. But,” he turned to Azriel with a glare icy enough to rival Azriel’s own signature glower, “you bring her back in one piece. Or I will feed you to the wyvern myself. Or worse, I’ll hand you over to Feyre.” Your mothers face broke into a wicked grin and you could see there was some truth in his words. 

You squealed and hugged your father, then your mother. And then you looked to Azriel, who had been ignoring you the entire time, but finally looked up to meet your gaze. 

And with just a touch of a mischievous glint in his eyes he said, “Let’s go on an adventure.”

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[peachyteez]

angel nurse ≫ DAY ONE, SEONGHWA JUNIOR.

this fox hybrid was brought into the recovery facility covered in scratches, whip marks, blood, and every other injury you could imagine. due to this, yeosang has trouble trusting humans, as he was afraid they could just hurt him all over again. until he meets jiyu, his “angel nurse”.

PART OF THE HEAVEN SERIES.

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✧ notes: yeosang deserves all the love and chicken in the world, and that’s final :<

✧ WARNINGS: mentions of illegal businesses, and brief mentions of injuries and blood

next。

“mingi, i don’t think that’s a good idea,” seonghwa fretted as he watched over the bunny in the kitchen. 

“trust me, hyung! i know what i’m doing,” mingi reassured. 

“no, i’m telling you; it’s not ready to—”

paying no mind to seonghwa’s warning, mingi took the spatula, wiggled it under the still-cooking pancake and proceeded to flip it. since it wasn’t done cooking, the batter was still runny and it splashed everywhere once the pancake hit the pan. 

“—flip...” seonghwa trailed off after witnessing the depressing scene. mingi let out a sheepish chuckle as he nervously side-glanced seonghwa, who had his head down in slight disappointment.

“this is why we need jiyu in the morning...” hongjoong mumbled from the couch, yunho nodding along with him while trying to suppress his laughter. 

seonghwa grabbed the paper towel roll and handed it to mingi, who silently started wiping off the batter that splashed onto the stove. “it’s a miracle she’s not witnessing any of this right now otherwise we’d be banned from the kitchen.”

at the same time of the four of them struggling to make breakfast, jiyu felt an ominous feeling in her gut while at work. “i hope they’re okay,” she scratched her head before continuing to type up medical reports for their new incoming hybrids. i did leave a note telling them i had to leave early, but i didn't have a lot of time to make them breakfast...i hope they don’t burn the kitchen down...

the telephone on her desk rang, snapping her out of her worries. she cleared her throat and picked up the call. “hello?”

“hey, ji,” yeonjun’s voice sounded from the other end. “how much space is there left in the hospital and feral wards?” he asked. in the background, jiyu could hear frantic movements and growls. she furrowed her eyebrows. just where was yeonjun? he only left with the rescue team to pick up the new hybrids that were supposed to be admitted into the recovery center. 

“there’s still quite some space left even after the new group of hybrids,” jiyu skeptically answered. “why? and where are you and the rescue team? you were supposed to come back a while ago. the pick-up center isn’t that far from here—”

“long story short,” yeonjun interrupted, “we came across a group of hybrids on the side of the street. poor guys were pretty...battered up and not in the best condition. hence the growls you hear, but we somehow managed to convince some of them we wanted to help.”

jiyu nodded as she processed the information. “so along with the new patients, we have more?” she asked, pulling up a software on her monitor that allowed her to see the available space left in the recovery center. “how many are there?”

“about six,” yeonjun said. “we had to anesthetize two of them since they came for our heads, so they might end up in the feral ward while the other four just need to be hospitalized and psychologically treated.”

jiyu quietly sighed. “alright, i’ll get their documents and rooms ready,” she said before hanging up. stretching her arms above her head, she sent off a quick text to the group chat to let the four hybrids know that she would most likely be coming a home a little later than usual. 

for the next hour or two, jiyu frantically ran around the facility center prepping the rooms for the additional six hybrids: sanitizing, cleaning, and getting new bedsheets and pillows for six rooms proved to be harder than she had anticipated. not only that, she also had to write up their facility registration documents.

by the time yeonjun and the rescue team came back, she was already exhausted and it was only noon. she greeted the new hybrids before showing them to their designated rooms. out of the bunch, she saw six hybrids covered in gashes, dirt, and even blood on their body and clothes. she frowned and grimaced at their condition before carefully taking the four conscious, yet skeptical hybrids to their rooms. as for the two hybrids that were deemed feral, she and the other caretakers carefully took their unconscious bodies to their rooms and laid them down on their beds. 

jiyu had to admit, one of the unconscious hybrids caught her attention. he seemed so ethereal and elegant, despite being asleep and covered with injuries. after helping all the new hybrids settle down and treating the six’s injuries, jiyu ungraciously fell into her chair and let out a tired sigh. “kudos to the staff that clean and prepare all the rooms for the hybrids,” she mumbled as she laid back in the chair.

yeonjun sat down at his desk. “sorry about the last minute additions,” he sheepishly said. “but they looked like they would’ve passed out any second.”

“it’s fine, i probably would’ve done the same,” jiyu reassured. “do you know what happened to them?” 

“there was a squirrel hybrid; i think his name was taehyun. all he said was that they came from a breeding facility, but it was illegal, so...” yeonjun trailed off. he didn’t have to continue for jiyu to understand. 

jiyu bit the inside of her cheek at the news. an illegal breeding facility is no doubt connected to the black market, which makes tracing their location difficult. much like the blood pirates that hongjoong came from. “if they escaped, then we might have to double up on security again. there’s no doubt they have target on their backs,” she said, rubbing her forehead. 

being part of an elite recovery center as kq meant they sometimes dealt with dangerous situations regarding the hybrids they take in. it wasn’t unusual for the recovery facility to deal with a few dangerous people here and there that demand their hybrid back, despite them being the reason their hybrids were there in the first place.

“yeah, i’ll let the patrollers know,” yeonjun said. “we split the six up amongst the caretakers,” he said as he looked over the registration documents. “you got the fox hybrid. we don't know their names yet.”

jiyu remembered the fox hybrid that had captured her attention as they were bringing him to his room. there was an aura about him that drew jiyu in—perhaps it was his well-defined features and elegance as a fox hybrid. 

suddenly, the office door slammed open and chanhee, frantic and out-of-breath, peeked in. “jiyu! the fox hybrid is awake, but he’s on a rage and none of us can calm him down!” he explained.

jiyu immediately shot up out of her seat and ran out the office towards the feral ward. “got it, thanks chanhee!” she called out to him as she ran pass him. approaching the room the fox hybrid was assigned to, she pressed in the code and the door swung open to reveal the hybrid curled up in the corner. it looked as if a tornado had come by with how scattered and messy everything was.

the fox hybrid’s pupils were dilated, a sign that his fox side had taken over to protect him from harm. jiyu took the time to observe his features: he had a blonde mullet that accented his golden fox ears on his head, and his facial features reminded her of a statue with how define and sharp they were. 

she stood outside the room in case he came running for her. surveying the mess in the room, she sighed. “i cleaned the room two hours ago and now it’s a mess,” she tiredly commented to herself before figuring out what to do about the hybrid in the corner. he was eyeing her like how a predator would eye his prey. 

strange enough, his gaze reminded jiyu of seonghwa when the first met. 

she put her hands up to show the hybrid that she was unarmed and harmless. she took small steps towards the hybrid. “calm down, buddy. i won't hurt you. none of us will, actually. if we did, we would’ve done something when we had the chance.”

the fox hybrid paid no attention, only growling louder at her words. suddenly, without warning, the fox hybrid shot up from his sitting fetal position and lunged at jiyu. grabbing the anesthetic syringe from her breast pocket (that she luckily kept in there for emergencies), she loosened the cap before pushing the hybrid back towards the bed with all her force. luckily, caretakers were trained on how to safely deal with a feral when they attack. 

the fox hybrid swung at her with his other clawed hand, but missed when jiyu leaned away. pinning the struggling and growling hybrid to the bed, jiyu uncapped the syringe and plunged the needle into his arm, injecting the anesthesia into his bloodstream. a few seconds later, the hybrid’s struggling lessened and he fell unconscious once again. his claws slowly disappeared, his nails and fingers returning to human ones.

falling over next to the unconscious hybrid, jiyu closed her eyes for a second from exhaustion. “i just got deja-vu from that...” she mumbled before standing up and tucking him into bed. his sleeping face was so peaceful and calm, unlike a few minutes ago. 

“he’s like a carbon copy of seonghwa,” she mumbled as she took one last look at the sleeping hybrid before closing his door. “only a fox.”

that night, when she came home, anyone could feel the exhaustion radiating off of her. after tiredly greeting the four hybrids who were watching tv, she immediately went to her room and fell onto her bed face-first. the four carefully peeked into her room.

“ji, are you okay?” hongjoong hesitantly asked. none of them have ever dealt with an exhausted jiyu before, so they were unsure of how to approach her. 

jiyu gave them a thumbs up, not lifting her face off the bed. “just dealt with a seonghwa junior today,” she said, her words muffled by the mattress, but they caught it.

hongjoong, mingi, and yunho gave seonghwa a confused stare, while seonghwa was confused himself. he stared back at the three and pointed to himself. “i have a twin?”

[flyingkiki]

I Do? (1/?)

NEW #TIMRAE SERIES ALERT, my lovelies!! I couldn’t help myself. This came to me and I needed to get this going. Steam up ahead! Celebrating a steamy Valentine’s Day month for our favorite little birbs!

Full chapter 1 one now up! All the chaotic goodness is below the line. As promised - multi-chaptered, multi-chaos, and multi-steamy.  

Hi! @athenadione!!! hihihi.  

~

When Tim woke up the next day, he felt like a 10-wheeler truck had run over him. His head was pounding, quite literally close to exploding, and he could barely see through the haze of pain. Blindly pushing his blanket off his naked torso, he silently groaned at the movement and willed the world to stop spinning. He silently wondered just how tired he was from last night’s mission.

Rolling to his side, Tim groaned at the movement and felt his world cant dangerously to the side. His stomach lurched and he closed his eyes in a silent prayer top stop the treacherous motions. His world seemed to take another dip again, in a soft up and down motion, before stilling as he pressed his eyes tighter together. Pressing his face into his pillow, he gathered every ounce of his willpower to pull himself up into a seated position and grab the glass of water he usually would leave next to his bedside table the night before.

With a soft groan, Tim heaved himself up and pressed his bare back against his headboard. He was mildly aware that his rather naked legs and ass easily slid against his sheets – he must have been so tired last night that he just stripped out of his clothes and tumbled into bed. Wiggling his toes to get some sense of alertness back into his body, Tim cracked open his eyes, wiped his left hand against his face, and blinked blearily at his bedroom.

He immediately noticed several things:

There was no water next to him on his bedside table.

The ugly vase that Dick gave to him as a birthday present all those years ago was broken in one corner of the room.

Clothes were strewn all over the room – some of it definitely not his own.

There was someone in his bed.

Tim’s stomach churned and he momentarily broke through his delirious haze and stared at the painfully familiar asleep face that had turned to him. His chest tightened in panic and he felt a million warning bells go off in his head as he searched for at least one memory from last night. Last night’s debrief came to mind and that was it. Tim silently panicked – what exactly happened last night?

He watched in slow motion as the woman shifted next to him, bare shoulder peeking through his comforter as she curled towards him, making Tim all too aware that she was naked. He felt her feet brush against his right leg and he heard her sigh in content.

His gaze drifted to her small hand splayed over his pillow, familiar shoulder length black hair tangled into her fingers. Tim felt his panic immediately rise to this throat as his gaze dropped to the gold ring on her ring finger. Married. His pain addled brain told him she was not married because he had reread her files before she came to Gotham for the mission. So –?

His heart felt ready to explode as his eyes flew to his left hand. Through the haze of pain and panic, he inhaled sharply and stared at the identical gold ring on his left ring finger.

Holy fucking shit.

Tim felt his stomach take another painful lurch and his mind swam through the fog of last night, trying to make sense of what exactly happened in the last – he checked his watch – 7 hours. He could hear his ears ringing and he felt his chest tighten.

Next to him, Tim felt the bed move again followed by a soft sigh. He wondered if he was going to have a heart attack as his heart beat pounded in his chest and watched familiar deep blue eyes open slowly and blink blearily into his pillow.

“Your emotions are so loud,” she croaked into his pillows.

Tim watched a little breathlessly as his bedmate sleepily pressed her face into his pillow before slowly uncurling next to him. Dark blue eyes blinked up at him and he watched as her brows slowly drew together in confusion, and probably pain, as she finally registered him next to her. In bed.

“Oh shit,” Raven breathed.

Holy fucking shit indeed, Tim thought. His breath caught in his throat as he watched Raven slowly wake up and realization dawned in her eyes. She shrank into his bed, her blue eyes catching his own. “Tim,” she whispered, drawing out his name breathlessly as she stared at his chest then back at his face. Her fingers instinctively drew around her and pulled his blankets closer to her naked chest.

“What happened last night?” she whispered harshly, pulling herself up to sit in bed next to him and she glared. She sounded exhausted, her voice rough and cracking. Raven tugged the blanket around her chest tighter as her mind caught up with her and Tim had to hold on to his end of the blanket to avoid losing it around his waist – not that it really mattered any more, since they both obviously had sex at this point. Tim mentally groaned. Dick was going to kill him. Dragging his hand across his face again, he sighed. Scratch that – Bruce was going to kill him, Tim realized as he became all too aware again of the foreign press of a ring against his cheek. Fuck.

Tim offered her a pained look as Raven stared openly at the mess in his bedroom. His chest tightened as he watched her, things definitely should not have turned out this way. “I don’t know,” he said earnestly. He watched Raven sigh in frustration, drawing her eyebrows together and run her hand through her black hair – a tick he had observed her do over the last couple of days while she and Cyborg were helping out in Gotham. She swept her long hair over her right shoulder with a frustrated sigh. He caught sight of her slender neck and suddenly felt like he was punched in the throat. Hickeys. Lots of them ran from her shoulder to her neck – a rather large one prominently stood out just at the base of her neck.

“You don’t know?” Raven asked incredulously with a frown. It was honestly a bit surprising how well she took the whole situation, waking up naked in bed with him after a long night of sex both obviously could not remember. He figured there were stranger things that had happened in their lives. But still – this was terrible. “I cannot remember anything after last night’s debrief,” she paused as she tried to recall last night’s events. “And coffee?”

Coffee. Tim blankly stared at his hands on top of his comforter as he tried to recall going out for coffee at two in the morning. Yeah – they somehow did end up getting coffee at an empty dinner. But what happened after? His mind whizzed, trying to blindly grapple through the fog when his heart stuttered to a halt as a whisper of a memory slipped through his mind – a breathy laugh, a small hand pressed into his arm, a kiss to the cheek, a soft body pressed into the corner of the booth.

Holy hell. Tim inhaled sharply and ignored the warm jolt that spread through his body. He backpedaled from the whispy memory because this was certainly not the time to get morning wood. Oh god.

“What the fuck is this?”

Raven stared at her ring finger, her hand raised in front of her face and she gapped at the gold ring. Her eyes flew to Tim, who winced at the glare she sent him. “What the fuck did we do, Tim?!” she snapped and her eyes widened at the sight of the identical ring on his finger.

It was a stupid question, Tim thought, because if by the soreness of their bodies and the visible bruising and bite-marks along the just the right places were any indication, they both knew exactly what happened last night. “I’m trying to figure that out,” he replied, a little tense.

“Did we get married?!” she asked in bewilderment. He listened to her release a string of curses as he shifted in bed. Did they get married? Maybe the wedding rings were just that – rings. Without any legal documents, they were not technically married. Tim could check. Yeah, he thought to himself, if there was no legal document they could just sweep this – whatever this was – behind them.

Ignoring Raven, Tim groaned as he rolled himself out of bed and stood up. He was vaguely aware of the soft intake of breath and her eyes boring into his naked form. At this point he could care less with propriety – they already had sex anyway. Walking across his bedroom, albeit a little wobbly, Tim picked up his boxers and pulled them back on. He groaned, bending down made his muscles ache. Fishing through the discarded (torn) clothes on the ground, he tried to find his phone to use to hack into the civil registry system to cross check their names.

“What are you doing!?” Raven hissed watching Tim walk around naked. Tim finally found his phone in his discarded jeans. As he pulled out his phone a haphazardly folded up piece of paper fell out with it. His muscles ached as he instinctively bent down to pick up the folded piece of paper. Unfolding the piece of paper, Tim felt immediate dread pool low in his stomach. Ignoring Raven as she called his name, Tim’s heart dropped and he realized it would have been much better to have been hit by a 10-wheeler truck than find himself in this current clusterfuck they were in. Oh, Dick and Bruce were going to skin him alive. Tim blinked and stared at the cheap gaudy curved script that stared back at him.

This certifies that Timothy Jackson Wayne and Rachel Roth were united in marriage on…

“Fuck.” Tim felt like he was getting lightheaded.

He barely noticed Raven shuffle towards him, heavily bundled up in his thick comforter. Under different circumstances, he would have thought she looked cute. He sighed in resignation as he held out the crumpled paper for her to read. He watched as sheer horror crossed her face.

“Elvis officiated our wedding?!”

~

They were infected by Ivy’s pheromone pollen. Sex pollen. A pollen that lowered inhibitions, played with their desires, and made people generally horny and stupid. Raven was not sure how exactly they missed the pollen last night but she vaguely remembered the pollen did not come up when Cyborg scanned her for any injuries last night.

Raven knew that coming to Gotham for this crazy Doctor Light manhunt with Cyborg was a terrible idea. Doctor Light was in Gotham to ransack Wayne Tech and somehow ended up teaming up with Poison Ivy and Harley. Everything was fine until last night, after they apprehended their little circus. Fuck her damn life.

Raven bounced her leg absently, another nervous tick she really was not proud of. Tim and her were in back in the Batcave, they immediately drove over after this morning’s rather surprising discovery. Seeing the hulking form of Bruce Wayne dressed in a business suit had her just a tiny bit intimidated. Bruce had returned to the manor immediately after receiving a call from Tim that morning that he was unable to report to work and they had to meet back at the Cave immediately. Code Zeta, apparently – code for probably “I had a one-night stand and I got married last night in Vegas. Help.” A look of total bewilderment and sheer disbelief crossed his face after Tim explained what happened – glossing over most parts though.

Cyborg looked just about ready to blow a fuse as he all but glowered at Tim. Tim shot him a dark look as well, patience obviously drawing thin. No one in the cave was a fan of the recent developments.

“You are what?” Bruce asked, voice raised and blue eyes blown wide. Raven shrank in her oversized t-shirt and sweatpants – both Tim’s because whatever clothes she wore last night to Tim’s place were in shreds. Both seemed very eager last night to consummate their marriage.

“Married?” Tim snapped, tired of repeating himself over and over. He sat slumped on the medbay bed, sleeve rolled up for where an amused Alfred drew a blood sample earlier. Raven watched Tim scowl darkly at Bruce, who returned the scowl with equal intensity.

“What exactly happened last night?!” Cyborg growled. He stood in the middle of the Cave and glanced at the large BatComputer screen where they had scanned and uploaded Tim and Raven’s marriage certificate (Raven’s stomach heaved) and confirmed that yes, that shit was authentic and yes, Elvis officiated their wedding. His cybernetic eye flashed dangerously and glared both at Raven and Tim, though largely at Tim.

“I’d rather not give you a blow by blow,” shot back Raven, glaring back at Cyborg. Tim winced at her poor choice of words and Cyborg returned her scowl. “Because all of us in this this shitty Cave know exactly what happened last night,”

Bruce sighed loudly, swiping his hand over his face and loosened his tie. He needed to breathe. “This is a nightmare,” he grumbled and turned towards the computer.

“You’re telling me,” Raven breathed and glared at Bruce’s back as he began typing into the computer. She just wanted to go back to the Tower and forget this entire thing happened. She wanted her single status back.

“O?” Bruce called after patching in Barbara.

“Hey, B,” Raven watched as the redhead appeared on the screen. A look of surprise crossed Barbara’s face as she saw the rest of the occupants of the Cave. “I thought you guys would be back in Jump by now, Vic?”

“Looks like someone might just stay here much longer,” Cyborg grumbled and shot Raven a dirty look who quickly glared back.

“What’s going on?” Barbara cocked her head curiously.

“We have a bit of a situation,” Bruce said with a strained voice. (“Bit?!” huffed Cyborg.) “Look,” he said and sent her the scanned marriage certificate. “Could you do something about this?”

Raven watched as Barbara’s eyes widened and a look of sheer surprise crossed her face. “What the fuck,” Barbara breathed. She stared at Tim, who had walked up to Bruce with an annoyed expression. “Tim!” she hissed, drawing out his name.

Tim sighed, “Can you do something about this? Erase the files?”

Barbara hummed, typing into her computer. She made a face and looked back up at them. “You guys are definitely legally married. You even have a marriage license – how on earth did you even get a license at 3 in the morning?”

“When you’re drugged and horny anything is possible,” Raven said sardonically. Cyborg shot her pained look. Tim released a strangled groan.

Barbara made a face and returned to her typing. After a few minutes, Barbara looked up and her look was a beautiful mix of amusement and apologetic. “So,” she breathed. “I could totally erase the files, that’s easy enough,” she said.

Raven’s eyes narrowed as she caught Barbara’s tone. She watched Tim tense and cross his arms defensively. “But?” she asked.

Despite sounding apologetic, she shot them a highly amused look. “#WayneVegasWedding is currently trending number one on Twitter worldwide,” She made a face. “I don’t think there’s a lot I can do at this point to make that go away,”

“These cuties came in and got married today! Best wishes to Tim and Rachel! <3 #WayneVegasWedding,”

Raven stared in horror as Elvis’ tweet (@HoundDogVegasBoi) flashed on the screen. His ugly Elvis hairdo took up half of the picture, but there right next to the grinning Elvis impersonator was a very clear image of Tim and Raven, pressed into her each other. Tim was grinning broadly at the camera, arm slung over Raven’s shoulder while she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Is that Tim Wayne?! #WayneVegasWedding????”

“OMG. Hottie no longer on the market! #WayneVegasWedding!”

“WHO IS SHE!? Why did she take my boi? #WayneVegasWedding”

Raven glowered and several lights exploded over their heads. “Well, fuck.”

[rizlowwritessortof]

Meant To Be - Chapter 2

Dean and Jordan are each trying to escape their painful pasts. Their chance meeting and a dangerous encounter begins a relationship that may give them both a new start.

Pairing: Police Detective Dean Winchester/Jordan Taylor

Word Count: 2050

Warnings: Abusive relationship and related violence, nothing graphic.

Aesthetic by @editsbymichele on Instagram; Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Dean pulled on his jeans and shoved his feet into his running shoes, then grabbed his gun, clipping his badge onto his waistband before heading outside.

Jordan’s car was engulfed in flames, and the sound of one of the windows exploding from the heat made him jump. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of Darrel. He had to be close, watching, probably waiting for Jordan to come out. He heard sirens in the distance as he doubled back and went around behind the building.

He moved quickly to the other end of the structure, peering through the darkness for a sign of his prey, then moved across to the backyard of the houses that lined the east side of the block. He moved carefully, almost silent, from one yard to the next until he spotted Darrel watching the fire from behind a tree near the corner house. As he drew closer, he could hear the man mumbling, “Come on, Jordan, where the hell are you?”

Dean stepped up behind him, pressing the muzzle of his gun against the base of his skull. “She’s in her room, right where I told her to stay, dickbag.”

“Man, who the fuck are you?” Darrel blurted out in frustration as he raised his hands.

“Well, for one thing, I’m a cop. And the local boys are on the way, so let’s go meet ‘em.”

“All I wanted was for her to come out, so we could talk.”

Dean snorted and shoved the gun against Darrel’s head, urging him along. “Social skills are really not your strong suit, are they, Darrel?”

Dean marched his reluctant prisoner back to the motel parking lot, holding his badge high as the police cruiser pulled in, followed by the fire department. The officers got out, guns drawn, and Dean shoved the gun into the back of Darrel’s neck again. “Move.” He tossed his badge to one officer, who examined it and handed it back. “This guy is your arsonist. He also assaulted the woman who owns this car earlier today and tried to abduct her. Sorry, don’t have my cuffs on me, so if you’d do the honors...” He gave Darrel a push, filling the officers in on the details as they cuffed the prisoner. As he finished with his report, Jordan flew by him in a furious blur.

“You son of a bitch!” She shouted into Darrel’s face, then rocked back and punched him square in the face with everything she had. The man howled in pain, blood spurting from his nose, and Dean grabbed Jordan’s arm, pulling her away.

“Fuckin’ bitch broke my nose!” Darrel yelled, as an officer, struggling not to laugh, pressed a wad of tissues to his face. “I wanna press charges!”

“For what? I didn’t see anything. You guys see anything?” Dean asked, unable to smother the grin on his face.

“Nope. Didn’t see a thing,” the arresting officer answered with a wink at Jordan. They walked Darrel over to the rescue squad, letting them staunch the bleeding before shoving him into the back seat of the cruiser. With a nod in Dean’s direction, they backed out and headed for the police station.  

As soon as they pulled away, Jordan bent over, groaning in pain, her hand shoved between her knees. “FUCK. Nobody ever told me how much that would hurt!”

Dean tried not to laugh as he reached for her injured hand. “Let me see.” He gave her hand a quick once-over, then put an arm around her shoulders and steered her back towards the room. “Nothing’s broken, at least. Come on, Sugar Ray. Let’s get some ice on it.”

He walked her around the fire truck and down to his room, ushering her in and seating her in a chair before heading to the bathroom for a towel and to the fridge for ice. She accepted the ice pack from him with a sheepish ‘Thank you’ and applied it, wincing. “I know, that was stupid. But damn, it felt good. For a minute, anyway.”

Dean laughed softly. “Yeah, I bet it did. He had it comin’.”

“So...” she glanced up, watching him pour more whiskey into cups for them both. “You didn’t tell me you were a cop.”

“You didn’t tell me you were an MMA fighter, either,” he joked, and she smiled, blushing.

“I’m not. I’ve never hit anybody before in my life.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he chuckled. “But you did a fan-fucking-tastic job of it.” He sat down across from her, sliding one of the drinks over her way.

She laughed softly. “Thanks.”

“Anyway, yeah – I’m a detective. Violent Crimes Division in Kansas City.”

“Oh. That sounds – dark.”

He geared back a little with a nod, a grim smirk on his lips. “Yeah. Sometimes,” he replied, downing a swallow of his whiskey. “So what do you do? Or did you do?”

“I worked for a local attorney. Small town, small office. Hated to leave him, he was a good boss, I’ve worked for him for years. But I needed to get the hell out of Dodge, you know?” She stared into her cup for a moment. “I don’t know what I’ll do now. My plan was to drive to Kansas City, find a cheap motel to live in until I found a job and a place to live. Can’t really drive anywhere now, thanks to that douchebag.”

“Law office, huh?”

“Yeah. I know, it sounds thrilling. But I ran the office, and I loved it. Just… finding something in the city is gonna be a lot different than working for someone I knew my whole life.”

They chatted for a while, until Jordan was yawning more than she was talking, the adrenaline gone and her exhaustion kicking in. Dean laughed softly, and she gave him a shy, sheepish smile. “Well, it is, what – 2:30 AM?? Are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, pretty late. Listen, why don’t you just crawl into the other bed and get some shut-eye. Tomorrow morning the local PD wants you to come in and give your statement, and then that’s hopefully the last you have to deal with Darrel.”

“God, I hope you’re right. But I don’t want to impose on your space...”

“Not imposing. I offered, and I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want you to. You’re barely keeping your eyes open, and we’ll both be asleep as soon as we hit our pillows.”

“Ok, I won’t argue.” Jordan stood and stretched, then headed for the extra bed, pulling the bedding back and slipping between the sheets with a sigh. Dean stopped in the doorway to the bathroom, looking over his shoulder at her.

“I’m gonna grab a quick shower. See you in the morning, Xena.” He flashed a grin and went in,  laughing as a pillow flew towards him, deflected by the quickly closed door.

Jordan fell asleep still smiling.

The next morning Dean was gone when she woke, squinting at the alarm clock next to the bed. It was only a little after 6 AM, but she dragged herself out of the warm cocoon of blankets and headed out the back door to her own room. After a shower and some clean clothes, she was feeling almost human, except for the nagging need for coffee. She was just figuring out the miniscule coffee maker in the kitchenette when a knock sounded at her front door. She peeked through the peephole, then smiled as she opened it to Dean, bearing two very large coffees.

“You are a saint,” she said gratefully as he handed her one of the steaming cups and set the other on the table.

“It’s been said,” he grinned, and she laughed. “I thought we’d have a primer, then head to Molly’s for some breakfast before we go down to the police station. If you want.”

“Oh, breakfast sounds amazing. I’ll bet Molly makes fantastic pancakes.”

“And bacon.” Dean’s eyes closed in pleasure at the thought. “Maybe a couple of eggs.”

“Ooooh, and hashbrowns!” She giggled, sipping at her coffee. “You’d think we didn’t stuff our faces with bacon cheeseburgers and fries last night.”

They took their time at Molly’s, eating their fill and lingering over their coffee, then drove to the police station late that morning. It took longer than Jordan had expected, but finally she was putting her signature to the documents and breathing a sigh of relief, hoping that chapter of her life was behind her at last.

Dean dropped her off at her room, and she spent the next couple of hours on the phone with her insurance company, grateful that they would pay for a tow company to haul her burned-out car to a junk yard. Buying a new vehicle would have to wait until she was back to work.

With that depressing thought, she flopped down on the bed and started sorting through the overwhelming List of Things To Do in her head. Get a rental car, find a cheap but hopefully safe hotel to stay in until she could afford an apartment, and, the biggie… FIND A JOB. In a new city, where she didn’t know her way around.

Her mind was still going in circles as she made more notes and chewed on her pencil, and her phone ringing made her jump. She saw Dean’s name and answered with a little laugh. “Hi, Dean.”

“You doing anything important right now?”

“Not really. Just trying to figure out what’s next for me. Haven’t been making much progress.”

“Well, I kinda wanted to talk to you about something. Can you come to my room? Sam’ll be showing up pretty soon, so I hate to leave.”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be right over.”  

Dean was on his phone when he opened the door, and she walked in and took a seat at the table as he finished his conversation. “Okay, Sammy – see you in a while.” He grinned at her as he pulled out the chair across from her and plopped down.

“So, Dean, what’s up? There’s not a problem with the statement at the station or anything, is there?”

“No, nope, everything’s fine as far as I know. I just wanted to run something by you.”

She leaned back in her chair and looked at him, not sure what to expect. “Okay...”

“So, you’re headed to KC, right? That’s the plan?”

“Well, yeah – it was the plan before my car got torched. Now it’s getting more complicated.”

“Not really. It’s actually pretty simple. See, Sam and I are headed back there tomorrow morning. There’s no reason why you can’t just ride down with us.”

Jordan’s eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Why not? We live there, anyway, we’re all headed to the same place. If you want. I’m not trying to push you or anything, but – we’d be more than happy to give you a ride.”

“Is – I mean, would your brother be okay with that?”

“Okay, second thing. So, I told Sam about your former job. See, he’s an attorney, and he just lost his legal assistant about three weeks ago. He hasn’t been able to find anybody else yet, and he’s dying to meet you.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I’m serious.”

“Dean, I don’t know what to say… The only thing is, I’ll need to rent a car so I can look for a place to live temporarily until I have a steady paycheck.”

Dean grinned. “Third thing. Talked to Donna, my partner. She lives in a two-bedroom place, and she’s been talking about getting a roomie. Not that you’d have to commit to that, but she said you’d be welcome to stay with her until you got settled down there. Or stay on as her roommate if you like it there and decide you want to, whatever.” Jordan was staring at him with her mouth open, so he continued. “Look, I know I just dumped a whole load of stuff on you, you don’t have to answer this second, but the offer – well, offers – are on the table.”

She moved her gaze to the table top and blew out an overwhelmed breath. Tears were stinging at her eyes as she looked back up at him. “Dean Winchester, where have you been my whole life?”

Chapter 3

[amythedvdhoarder]

Late Nights

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: ~800

Summary: Bucky’s tired but can’t fall asleep without his girl

Warnings: Bucky acting like a sulking teenager and fluff

Author’s note:  (gif not mine) Been having some writers block but this just suddenly came into my head at 1 in the morning. Not much plot more an idea that I ran with. Tired brain so fingers crossed it makes some sort of sense 

Masterlist

xxx

“Y/N,” Bucky whined from the bed.

“Mhmmmm,” you hummed, not taking your eyes off your laptop as you continued to work away.

“Doll, it’s 1.30 in the morning, come to bed,” Bucky wanted to go to sleep but the clicking and clacking of the keyboard was incessant. But it wasn’t the noise that was keeping him awake, it was the fact that you weren’t curled into his side. No matter how tired he was he couldn’t fall asleep without you. Like now. He had been on a mission for a couple of days, he had barely slept and all he wanted to do was cuddle up next to you and sleep for the next 24 hours.  

“Buck, I can’t I need to finish this. Fury wants to take my research with him when he goes to meet with the secretary of defence. I have to get this done, I’m sorry.” You turned and gave him a quick sympathetic smile before turning your attention back to the word document.

Bucky threw his head back against the pillow and sighed loudly. You ignored him. You knew exactly what he was trying to do. It was quite funny actually; your boyfriend, who at over 100 years old, still threw tantrums when he didn’t get what he wanted. Normally you would cave in but this time you couldn’t. Fury was not someone you wanted to piss off, especially when he had to power to cut the funding to your life’s work.

Part of you felt guilty. Bucky had been away for a couple of days, you had missed him like hell but Fury wanted this work done before the morning so he could read it on his flight over to Washington. Ordinarily when Bucky got back from a mission you would meet him off the jet, have a nice hot reunion shower together followed by an evening cuddled up in bed so he could catch up on his sleep. This time he had come and found you, showered alone and was now sulking in bed whilst you worked.

“Baby please, I need you.” He was getting desperate now, you didn’t need to look at him to know that his bottom lip was stuck out a little, his face was scrunched up into a frown and arms crossed over his chest. What you didn’t expect was for him to throw his t-shirt at your head.

“Yea that’s not going to work, seen it all before,” you teased

“I’m offended. It’s been two whole days and you didn’t even bother to turn around and enjoy the view,” he said in a mock hurt tone.

“You are such a child. Look I’m nearly done. Half an hour and I’m all yours. Promise.”

He fell silent and you thought maybe you had won, that you had pacified him enough just to get your summary completed. Well, that was until your hair was swept over your shoulder and a pair of soft lips were pressed against the sensitive spot just below your ear.

“I thought you were already mine?” Bucky whispered in your ear.

You leaned back, head resting against Bucky’s chest. Looking up your eyes found his. “I am Buck, you know I am. But Fury’s going to make my life hell and probably yours if I don’t get it done. I’m nearly there.” He rolled his eyes but nodded.

“Okay doll, I’m sorry for nagging you.” He leant down and gave you a quick kiss before throwing himself back on the bed.

xxx

You yawned and stood up from your desk chair, stretching out your muscles as you staggered over to your bed.

Bucky looked exhausted but threw you a lazy grin as pulled off your sweatpants before clambering into bed.

“Finally,” he yawned as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you towards him.

“Take it you missed me then,” you giggled as Bucky nuzzled into your neck and inhaled deeply.

“You have no idea doll,” he sighed.

“You’re right I don’t. Wanna’ show me?” You waited for your words to sink in. But 10 seconds later there was still no response. “Buck?” You pulled back as much as Bucky’s hold on you would allow and saw the super soldiers’ eyes were already closed, mouth parted.

“Typical,” you muttered. Shuffling around you managed to get yourself comfortable; your back pressed against Bucky’s chest. Automatically, almost like a reflex, Bucky nudged one of his legs between yours and the arm circled around your waist tightened a little, pulling your body flush against his.

You never admitted to Bucky that you too couldn’t sleep without him either. The last thing you wanted was Bucky being distracted on a mission worrying about you. However, none of that mattered now, he was home and after a few days with minimal sleep you felt ready to hibernate. With the comforting warmth of the man you love behind you, you finally allowed yourself to give in to the exhaustion.

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[youarejesting]

Love Listening

[MASTERLIST]

Beta: @tinysweetscrown​ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Reader x Yoongi Genre: Smut Warning: Auralism (sexual sounds), Masturbation, oral sex (m & f receiving), penetrative Sex, voyeurism. Words: 3.6k

You had been roommates for a few years now, really great ones so you thought. Taehyung was handsome, kind, and witty, a gentle guy who enjoyed some eccentric hobbies and rarely started beef. You liked him for sure but not romantically and any feelings you may have had didn’t take over your life. He always brought home different girls and you had your books and loud music to drown it all out. Other than that, the two of you lived in harmony, eating and talking trash together. 

Things between work and home had been going great. You felt like you were finally getting somewhere with your work. It took months to get this ahead in paperwork, that is until your boss surprised you with a document you had forgotten to include. Months of work you had to redo, because he didn’t give you all the required documents. Bitterly you remember asking for this form a week ago and being told he would send it over email, but obviously never did. Thankful for the completed worksheets in front of you, it made writing new ones easier. 

Before you could end your shift your boss asked you to stay a little longer, just to discuss how the edit was going. Explaining that you were halfway through, he lectured you about making sure to remember every document before beginning a task. His lecture went so long you glanced at the clock. You would have to race to the bus if you wanted to make it on the last trip of the night.

You were running down the street when the bus passed by, causing you to curse loudly. Taking out your mobile, you called for a taxi, paying the man and collecting your bags. You realized you had left your wallet in the cab and had to call them back. As you waited for the taxi outside the apartment building where you lived, it began raining. Seriously what was today? 

With your wallet returned, you entered the rooftop apartment. You never understood why these apartments always were the setting for so many K-dramas. You had gotten into a discussion with your good friend Seokjin; both agreeing that the rooftop was the worst due to the heat. So the rain was your saving grace. Fighting the keys in the lock, you were quick to shed your bag on the hook by the front door. 

Stepping into the apartment. It was a modern style, everything open directly from the front door was the living room, behind the couch was the dining table and behind that the kitchen. On the other side of the living room was a hall that led to the bedrooms and bathroom. It was cozy. You really enjoyed living in the small home. 

Even if at night the pipes in the ceiling rattled ominously, or that you didn’t have a proper laundry and as it was just a washing machine in the cupboard by the dining table. But there were so many good memories within the apartment, like the couch you and Taehyung had carried half way across town and broke to get it to fit through the front door. Or the hole in the wall where you both had decided to roller skate in doors and he fell through the drywall.

Yes, you were fond of all the little cracks in the tiles and all the chips in the paint as they were memories that you loved and shared with your best friend and roommate. The very same roommate you had walked in on getting dressed up in the living room. He was buttoning up a dress shirt, when he noticed you across the room.

“Okay, how do I look?” he said, while you hopped out of your shoes and coat, which you put away neatly in their rightful places. 

“What’s the goal for the night?” Eyes sliding up and down his form. 

“To get some,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Then you look good” you threw him two thumbs up. You walked to the washing machine, which was hidden inside a cupboard in your small apartment and began stripping from your drenched work uniform, standing there in only your bra and underwear. 

You were both comfortable with each other, but this was no rom-com. You were pretty sure if he liked you, he wouldn’t fart in your room at night and run away laughing. Taehyung noticed your appearance with a laugh. “An umbrella,” he said with his finger in the air as if he had had a profound idea before running off to find one.

With the washing machine set you wondered what you would do in the house by yourself tonight, you walked down the hallway towards your room. Pressing the bedroom door open you were met with a strange sight. There was water all over your bed and dripping onto the floor “TAE! What did you do?”

“What? I didn’t do anything” He stepped in inspecting your room and his mouth fell open. “Oh no”

The rain you had praised earlier was another omen of bad luck. There must be a leak, and a big one at that, in your roof and it completely soaked the bed. Taehyung was quick to call the landlord, who said they would send someone to inspect it the next day. 

Did you do something wrong in this life or a past life, why did you deserve this? You pushed your bed aside and placed a large bucket under the drippage, pacing and nervously looking around at all your treasured items. Taehyung loosened his tie, sending a text to his current fling that he was unavailable.

"Hey shh, it's okay listen, we are Bro's I have extra space in my room. I will make room and we can move your bed and any valuables in case something happens." You spent the evening moving everything, you couldn’t believe he canceled his evening with his latest girl,Alana. She was really pretty. 

"Sorry about your girl?"

"It's all good, she can’t resist me” he gave a cheeky box grin.

Dinner and movies helped you forget about the disasters in your life. You both laid in Taehyung’s bed while your mattress was upright in the corner of the room, drying. 

The digital cloak on Taehyung’s bedside table began to blur, the soft blue LED numbers ticking over. You were in a haze like sleep, when you heard heavy breathing and whispering. A woman’s voice talking quietly seemed to really pull you from your sleep state. Taehyung was face timing Alana. 

You tried to ignore it, but their hushed whispers became muffle giggles. You heard the blankets move slowly and cautiously. Taehyung shushing Alana while she purposefully tried to exaggerate her sounds. The out of breath words, became soft moans accompanied by the slow movements against the blankets that gently bounced the mattress. There was a sticky wet sound that you knew was his hand pumping around his shaft.

How you wanted to look. Each new sound sent a volt of electricity through your body. The dirty talk increased.

“You are such a little slut,” Taehyung growled. “You couldn’t even wait, one night”

“I want to come so bad,” Alana’s sickly sweet voice spoke through the phone and you wanted nothing more than to throw the phone. “I want to see”

“Fuck, I wish I was there right now, I would sink this thick cock so deep baby” He moved the blankets aside and the sounds were clearer almost deafeningly loud. How did he not know you were awake. “God I want to fill you up”

His hand moved faster, sounds of air pushing past his lips like he was trying to muffle it with tight lips, but it was too powerful to prevent. He came. His voice was a low growl, you could practically feel it in your own throat, it was so raw. 

His cry broke mid climax and his hips bucked into his closed fist. The imagery and sounds had you soaking through your panties, you tried lying as still as possible to not let Taehyung know, you heard it all your heartbeat strumming mercilessly against your clit. 

He leaned over the bed shuffling around.

“I gotta go and clean up” Taehyung sounded a little frustrated. He was panting, whispering a quiet thank you as he said goodbye to Alana.

“Fuck, I didn’t think I was going to cum so fast, it’s okay Tae it’s only for a few days until the roof is fixed” Taehyung leant over the side of the bed rummaging around before readjusted the blankets with a deep sigh and falling promptly to sleep. 

His soft rhythmic snores attesting to his workout. You however were not so lucky, unable to fall back asleep. Feeling guilty and ashamed for listening. You felt like a creep, but he must have known the risk by doing something like this in the same room, in the same bed. 

With Taehyung fast asleep, you shamefully took care of your business, you remembered the sounds and his groans. Recalling them made you desperate, the girl he was on the phone with praised him for how big he was, so you did your best to add a finger more than you usually did, biting your pillow trying to stay quiet. 

The next day you moved about the house, heading to work and forgetting all about what had happened. Work was slow and tedious and by the time it was all over, you were completely exhausted. Hoseok the most energetic and on some occasions the most annoying co-worker you had the pleasure of working with smiled in your direction. Practically skipping over to chat your ear off which usually made you feel better, but you weren’t feeling good at all. The thought of your room slowly flooding and your things being destroyed really put a damper on your work ethic.

You had plans to box everything up and perhaps have it sent to storage while the repairs were underway. Tae had contacted you saying that the maintenance guy came and they had to repair the roof and the ceiling. He also said that he had put your mattress in the sun to dry and would bring it in, when it was dry or before nightfall. This gave you some hope things could get better, putting a little more effort into your work. You would finish it all today you decided, even if you had to stay all night.

Walking inside the apartment you stripped out of your uniform as always and threw them into the washing machine. Stopping yourself from entering your bedroom, you walked into Taehyung’s room, not thinking anything of it. You froze at the sight. Taehyung lay naked, his head back and eyes closed while Alana took care of him. You could see he indeed was  big, bigger than you had thought, and much bigger than your own finger the other night. Sneakily crawling across the room while the two were busy in their activities, you grabbed your over sized sweater and yoga pants before turning to crawl out of the room,trying not to startle or disturb them. 

Turning to exit you paused momentarily in the middle of the room, when you finally gave in to your urges and took a peek. Taehyung had a firm grasp on Alana’s head and was thrusting hard, You could hear Alana gagging at the sheer size of him. The sucking sound squelching as he fucked her throat, as it tried to close around him, rejecting him. What a waste, he should at least be with someone who could take him, you thought. Clearly not you, you weren't any better yourself. 

You escaped, but the images you witnessed had lit a spark between your hips. You headed out, leaving the apartment, deciding it was almost too dangerous to stay. Also it was kind of frustrating and weird to just sit in the living room and listen to the two enjoying themselves. A mix of respecting their privacy and the growing urgency of her own sexual frustration.

Yoongi’s apartment was nice. He was a music producer and worked with many of the latest artists. He was a friend, whom you had a history with, and you were sort of banking on the fact that because of  said ‘history’,he might help you out. 

Knocking on the door, you waited patiently. Min Yoongi wasn’t the type to rush. He answered tiredly and thoroughly confused to see you. "Hey what's up?" 

"Yoongi I need to ask you a favor”

"Okay," he allowed you in with a swing of his arm, stepping back to allow you inside. You barely made it past the threshold before you asked him.

"Remember that time we both got drunk at  Jin’s New Years’ party?"

"Uh, the time we agreed would be better if we didn't talk about?" he eyed you curiously.

"Look I still don't want to talk about it, but did you hate it?"

"No, you sucked my dick why would I hate that?"

"Can I do it again?"

He stared in shock, a little concerned as to why you were really here. "Why?"

"Look I am pent up, and I need a dick in my mouth and I trust  that we can do this and it means nothing at all, you won't call me up to ask me how I am feeling and it won't be awkward. So would you be interested in a free BJ?"

"I mean I don't feel like it, you know? I'm not really in the mood," he shuffled, running his hands through his hair. 

"Oh okay, that's fine then" You nodded and went back to the entryway ready to put on your shoes and leave. Yoongi grabbed your arm, not looking at you, but leading you further inside his apartment.

"Hey woah, I didn't say I wouldn't help. You are frustrated and I don't need it, but I would be more than happy to help you."

You looked at him and he patted the dining room table, "Sit up here, you caught me at a good time. I am hungry," he licked his lip. Carding his fingers through your hair, brushing it off your neck and inhaling the sweet smell of your skin. His dexterous fingers sliding to the front of your jeans as he whispered dirty things into your ear.

“What do you want me to do?” he said, palming and massaging your thighs slowly. You moaned, grabbing his hand and dragging it closer to your core. He retracted his hand back quickly “Use your fucking words or you will get nothing, I don’t want to play” He was set in his ways. Yoongi never messed around nor was he someone for anything implied. He was a man who liked things to be direct and clear. So of course he wanted the same thing when it came to your consent.

“Can you?” you blushed “Eat me out?”

“You want me to taste this pretty pussy baby, I want to thank you for the New Years party,” Yoongi popped the button of your jeans grabbing the tiny slider on your zip between his thumb and forefinger. He not only pulled the slider down the teeth of the zip, he also pressed his knuckles into your skin grinding down against your clothed heat. 

He pushed you to lean back on the table and ripped the denim from your hips and followed with your underwear. He watched you shiver from the cold air and pulled up a seat at the head off the table, his gaze strong. He didn’t bother taking off your sweater as he didn’t feel it necessary. Self-conscious you pulled your knees together and he slapped the curve of your hip in a warning causing you to let your knees fall open again.

“Now I can see how pretty you are glistening in the light, you still want this?” at your verbal confirmation he scooted his chair forward wrapping his arms under your thighs and around to hold them apart. Without hesitation, he dived straight in and your body locked up at the sudden pleasure. It was intense and everything you needed, his pants and growls sounded like he was purring as he pressed his hot mouth against you. 

You loved every minute of it; the way his tongue seemed to move so uniquely and so fast. The way his long thin fingers plunged inside you and curled up, hitting something deep within you that had your hips twitching in response. You were so lost in the feeling and you weren't being quiet. He pulled away panting, resting his cheek against your thigh as he grinning up at you. 

"You taste so sweet" Yoongi breathed, you were shaking and in absolute bliss, something about him devouring you with such gusto made it so much better. After his quick breather, he returned to his task as if it was his civic duty to bring you pleasure. No one had ever been so excited to eat you out. You were so close, your eyes scrunching closed and toes curling. Fantasies of Taehyung playing out in your head, had you releasing the strongest orgasm you had ever experienced.

You came, body tensing in waves and he continued not lowering the pressure until you were completely spent. "I'm not going to lie. I am ready now if you want to continue" Yoongi offered you more. Breathless, your mouth moved saying yes as you nodded, but barely any sound came out. 

He moved you to the couch, casually strolling off to grab a condom from the nearby junk draw. Returning he lowered his sweat pants to his knees and pumped his long length, rolling the thin layer of latex over the head and down to the base. Yoongi’s cock was pretty. He turned to you, and gestured for you to sit on his lap. Yoongi was good at sex, but it just couldn't compare to his expertise in oral pleasure. You remembered Taehyung’s size and frowned. Yoongi had the length but not quite the girth. His voice was deep too, but the tone was off. 

With all your thoughts and imagination on Taehyung, you spurred yourself on, getting closer and closer until you came tightly around Yoongi. Once he was finished he pulled out almost instantly making you feel empty once more. With a content sigh, he gently rolled you off of his lap to lay down on the couch. Tying off the condom, he lifted his sweatpants back into place and moved to the kitchen to dispose of the used contraceptive. "Do you want a drink?"

You nodded your voice too dry from the activities and he sent you a quick smirk.

"Hey, are you two done?" Jimin's voice called from the front door, he was standing in the entrance way, which was blocked off by a divider wall. 

"Oh sorry, Jimin" You pulled your pants back on. Jimin looked between you and raised an eyebrow. 

"So when did you two become a thing?” 

"We aren't, we are bro's and I just needed some help"

"Oh okay," you noticed Jimin's tight pants and you frowned looking at Yoongi, who was looking soft as hell with a gummy grin "I got another round left in me, Jimin come here" the boy beamed and you thanked Yoongi, leaving to give the two men some privacy. 

When you returned it was quiet in the apartment, Alana must have left. You had just started making dinner, receiving a call from Jimin "Hey sorry about walking in on you guys this afternoon. I hope I haven't made things awkward. You don't seem the type to do casual, at least that's not how Tae describes you."

"I am allowed to get horny sometimes, it's not a crime is it?"

"No, you sounded really sexy though, and I was a little jealous that I didn't get to join in." You saw Taehyung had exited his bedroom and was quietly ordering dinner on a phone app and you told Jimin you should go. “Next time if you are horny, you can come to my house.”

“Alright bud, I have to go, but I will keep that in mind.”

"Hey, you came home late?" Taehyung said after waiting for your conversation to end.

"I went to see Yoongi," You added the seasoning to your ramyeon, hoping to finally get a chance to eat.

"Ah his Snap chat makes sense then"

"Why?"

"He is boasting about tongue technology on Snap chat"

"Oh yeah" your voice broke still hoarse from overuse and Tae laughed. 

"Good for you, I was worried you would never get some, my friend, you look happier."

"Thanks, man" This wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but what can you say. Moving through the room to the dining table to eat your dinner, processing your recent actions, which also took place atop a dining table. 

That night you didn’t hear any nightly activities, which meant you fell into a deep sleep. You woke up the next morning and dressed groaning, “Ah my back hurts table oral isn’t very comfortable.” Taehyung coughed into his cereal, he knew you and Yoongi were doing things but you forgot he didn’t know what you two had done specifically but you ignored him. The two of you finished your breakfast before placing your bowls into the kitchen sink and going your separate ways to work.

Work was stressful. You were trying your best and even stayed later than usual. When you arrived home the house was empty, taking the opportunity to follow your usual routine, and even getting to settle into your bed early. 

Woken by the sound of the front door unlocking, the small digital clock on the nightstand read ‘2AM’ in big digital figures. There were giggles, Taehyung and Alana entered the room clearly drunk and shushing each other loudly. 

“We have to be quiet”

“What if she wakes up?”

“It’s okay we are cool, she was doing the same thing just the other day with a friend of mine.”

You heard him unbuckle his trousers, the button popping followed by the zip. Your hearing seemed to enhance each sound bringing a new sensation through your body. The fabric being shed from his body and the accompanied growl, when Alana took him in his mouth. He pulled her off pretty quickly and pumped himself in his hand groaning. It was too dark to see anything but their basic silhouettes in the faint glow of a wall charger. 

You saw him spread her legs wide, the bed moved with a small sound and you heard him groan as he settled between her legs. Her higher sounding whine pissed you off, was it because it sounded fake or because you were jealous. It was making you mad, but you were distracted by his timbre words of encouragement.  

“Oh you feel so fucking good, oh yes so tight,” he paused and pulled back and flipped her over, making sure to bury himself entirely in her once more. You squirmed laying on your stomach trying to mimic the pose she was in. He must have forgotten of your presence or didn’t seem to care, because he slapped her ass hard and continued praising her the whole time. Your imagination went wild and you could almost feel the slap against your skin even though you knew it was all in your head. Finger working quickly, desperate to find your own release. 

This was different, your orgasm was building stronger than you had ever felt before.You didn’t even have enough warning to catch a small whimper of his name. It left your mouth before you could muffle the rest in your pillow, trying to stay completely still even though your body was shaking. You cursed yourself and tried to get some sleep as they continued seemingly unaffected. 

Making your escape early in the mourning, you arrived at the office trying to drown out the thoughts in your head. As always it worked, you were easily distracted. Hoseok was on his day off, so you couldn’t even talk with him about regular office gossip. On the journey home, the thoughts came back quickly, your distraction no more. You stepped through the front door of your apartment and saw the boys all sitting around the lounge room, the place covered in snacks. 

“Hey, you are home” Jimin grinned, leading you to sit down, which wasn't your routine but you were drained physically and mentally.

“Jimin was telling us about the action you and Yoongi had the other day” Seokjin laughed as your eyes flew open and Jimin dropped his head apologizing for letting it slip.

“It’s okay Jimin we are adults and I went to him for help.”

“Yeah but what if something goes wrong, pick some other random guy to get your fix, we don’t need drama within the group” Taehyung scoffed, picking at the hem of his shirt aggressively. What was his problem? Did he think you were going to start a fight amongst your friends, you were adults and knew how to keep things pretty civil. Neither you nor Yoongi had any feelings towards one another.

“Well if you ever need it, we are all willing to help” Namjoon smiled.

“You just want your dick wet” you scoffed standing and walking into your room to get changed. 

“Hey, I won’t say no to that,” Seokjin grinned; Namjoon’s face was slightly pink. 

You all had a great time talking and drinking and after a shower, you went to bed cuddling in your blankets. Returning from his shower Taehyung asked. “Hey, are you awake?” 

Contemplating whether to respond you decided you should “Yeah what’s up?”

“I was wondering um about last night?”

“You must have come home pretty late I didn’t even hear you?”

“You said my name” he stated and you blinked shocked

“I say your name all the time, what do you mean?”

“You were awake last night and you said my name” he breathed noticing how tense you were and how weird you sounded.

“I don’t remember you coming home, were you talking, maybe I heard your voice and responded automatically, I had a weird dream though, that you were running away from a murderer or something and you were hurt.”

He sighed softly, not wanting to push you, even if he had been madly in love with you this whole time. He could wait, no matter how long it took. He had waited a few years now so he was in it for the long run.

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Hatake Kakashi Characters: Haruno Sakura, Hatake Kakashi Additional Tags: 50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts, Prompt 46 - A lingering kiss before after a long trip apart, I’m an idiot, I had read wrong, so I corrected the prompt, I said you that I’m an idiot Summary:  Kakashi. If you reply to this letter by telling me that you will be late again, know that it doesn't matter, I understand perfectly. Hokage's duties come first, I've always told you. Also because now I have someone else to keep my bed warm at night, so I don't need you anymore. Sakura

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It had been a long and tiring month. Kakashi had been summoned by the Daimyō and what must have been a short visit of less than a week had turned into thirty-four days away not only from his beloved Village but above all from his beloved wife. Obviously when he had realized he wasn’t coming home on schedule, he had Sakura send a messenger hawk assuring her that he would be back by the end of the week. He had had to send two more messages of this kind and finally, on the twenty-fifth day, had summoned Pakkun asking him to come and see Sakura, make sure she was okay, and maybe stay with her until he returned.

Now that he finally saw the gates of the Village, Kakashi accelerated his pace. In the pocket of his uniform he heard the creaking of the paper of the last note that his wife had sent him and that he had read and reread in the last few days.

Kakashi.

If you reply to this letter by telling me that you will be late again, know that it doesn't matter, I understand perfectly. Hokage's duties come first, I've always told you.

Also because now I have someone else to keep my bed warm at night, so I don't need you anymore.

Sakura

As soon as he had read it for a moment he was baffled. Then he had burst out laughing and took pen and paper to answer… which he had never done because the Daimyō had called him urgently. From there he had returned to his apartments only to throw himself into bed for a few hours and take a quick shower the next morning. Three days later, finally, the Daimyō had given him permission to return to the Village. Kakashi hadn’t had it repeated twice and left the next day when the sun hadn’t risen yet. Throughout the journey he had forced his escort to keep pace; his goal was to get home by evening: he wanted to arrive before Sakura went to bed, he wanted to take her in his arms and hold her close and kiss her until he fell asleep.

Too bad he hadn’t come to terms with his two babysitters. Genma had started muttering about a hypothetical sprained ankle in the middle of the morning but Kakashi had ignored him. He had not been able to ignore, however, Tenzō’s insistent chakra which a couple of hours later had started to glow in waves like fire; it was a clear warning sign from his ANBU team’s taichō and for a while Kakashi was able to ignore it. It was nearly noon when he had had to give in to the insistent chakra pulses and signalled Genma and Sai to stop for lunch; he had given them a little over forty minutes, mostly because Kakashi realized that his head had started to hurt and he needed to rest (oh, he would have come up with a way to make Tenzō pay for that, that was for sure).

They had taken two more breaks, much to Kakashi’s despondency (although, as the sun went down on the horizon, it was increasingly clear to him that the chances of being able to return to the Village before evening were slim or nil) and it was dark when they finally entered the gates of Konoha.

Kakashi did not want to do anything but leave his escort there and run home but he knew he had to go to the office first: the next morning he would have to meet the full Council and update them so he needed to have all the documents in order. Shikamaru was waiting for him there and a part of Kakashi was amazed (it was tragically far beyond his usual schedule); but on the one hand he was grateful because thanks to his help he got the last chores done in half the time.

Almost two hours later Kakashi closed the file he had in front of him with a sigh.

«I’m sorry, Shikamaru, but I really have to go for today», he announced, casting a worried glance at the wall clock. Shit.

His young friend nodded and began to collect the papers neatly.

«Sakura will be mad, huh?»

«Mmm… Maybe», he conceded. Then he smiled and added: «She wrote to me that she found someone else to warm her bed».

After a second of amazement (Kakashi was happy to have said it just to see his usual bored expression give way to a pair of wide open eyes) Shikamaru laughed and rubbed the back of his neck absently.

«Good luck, then».

Too exhausted to run but with his chakra at a frighteningly low level, Kakashi weighed his alternatives and, with a nod to Shikamaru, grabbed his backpack and used the Shunshin to leave the office and reappear outside his home (he knew that Tenzō hated it when he did and that awareness was enough to compensate for the severe dizziness that hit him upon landing).

When he opened the front door he was greeted by darkness and silence.

«Tadaima», he announced in a low voice as he gently placed his backpack on the cabinet in the genkan and tidied up his sandals.

For the first time in a month, Kakashi felt he could breathe perfectly and the fatigue and frustration he had been carrying around all that time faded away from his body.

Part of him wanted nothing more than to run to their bedroom and wake Sakura, lose himself in her embrace and feel her warm skin against his, her thin but strong fingers stroking his hair. Not to have sex (he didn’t think he had the energy right now) but simply to feel her. But the other part of him knew that it was terribly late and Sakura had a bad habit of overdoing it in the hospital and Academy and wherever they called her, so she deserved every minute of sleep she could carve out.

But…

But Kakashi needed to hear her voice. Damn.

Sighing he went into the bathroom on the ground floor and washed quickly using the little showers: he was tired but not so tired as to take the dirt of the trip to bed and at the same time he didn’t want to risk waking Sakura using the shower upstairs.

A towel around his waist and one around his neck, Kakashi padded up the stairs and went to their room. The fusuma was open and as soon as he appeared on the threshold the man realized that Sakura had not lied in her letter: in fact his wife was not alone in their bed.

With her there was a mountain of dogs.

Sakura was in his half of the bed, lying on her side, the sheets all bunched up at the bottom, Pakkun lying belly up under her right hand. Bull was crouched at her feet, his forelegs intertwined with her legs, and took up most of the bottom of the bed while the other six ninkens were arranged around them: Bisuke had his muzzle pressed against Sakura’s back, Akino was for half lying on Bull, Shiba on his stomach took up almost half of the bed forcing Ūhei to remain curled up in a corner while Urushi managed to carve out a space of his own on Sakura’s pillow and Guruko’s tufted tail was sticking out from under the sheets. Finally a small black ball was curled up on his pillow next to Sakura’s pink head, its tail stretched out to brush her neck: Yoru, their kitten, not even three months old.

Kakashi stared at the scene with his mouth open for a moment, his eyelids blinking fast, and then a laugh escaped his lips. He stopped it immediately but it was too late. Sakura moved and opened her eyes and after a few seconds she brought him into focus.

«Mmm? Kakashi?» she moaned, her voice hoarse with sleep.

He came over and knelt on the floor, one hand going to touch her shoulder left bare by the loose t-shirt she was wearing. That brief contact was like a balm for Kakashi: he knew that he had missed Sakura but until that moment he hadn’t really realized how much.

«Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you up», he whispered, leaning forward to gently kiss the skin he had just stroked.

Sakura’s eyes fixed on his and Kakashi got lost in that green, so much so that he almost didn’t notice her fingers caressing his face slowly, gently, as if to memorize every curve and every corner.

Kakashi could no longer restrain himself and leaned forward to kiss her. He didn’t even open his mouth, too exhausted to think about deepening contact, and Sakura didn’t protest. Yet that kiss on the lips, one of the most chaste they had ever exchanged without the hindrance of the mask, lasted an infinity of seconds, the lips brushing and retracting and then approaching again in a slow dance.

Finally Sakura sighed and rested her forehead against his for a second.

«When did you arrive?»

«Less than two hours ago. I had to go to the office», Kakashi replied, his fingers tracing Sakura’s skin in slow movements. Then his gaze was drawn to the movement of a tail and he smiled. «So you weren’t kidding when you said there was someone else to keep your bed warm, huh?»

«Yeah», Sakura chuckled as her fingers mimicking his. «In fact, maybe they keep a little too hot», she added, nodding her head to the sheets abandoned on the bottom of the bed.

«We can always leave, girly», came the grunt from Pakkun.

The little ninken opened his eyes and scanned them with his stern frown but Kakashi knew it was just a farce.

«Absolutely not», Sakura replied, giving a little scratch to the brown fur of his eldest ninken. «You are not going away, tonight».

«Oh. So I’ll take a futon…» Kakashi began, uncertain. Because the more he looked, the more it became evident that the ninken took up all the space in the bed and that there was no room for him too.

He had to admit, he was disappointed. Yes, the sight of Sakura and the dogs snuggled together warmed his heart, but after thirty-four days away, Kakashi wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms and fall asleep to the sound of her breath.

«Where do you think you’re going?» Sakura stopped him, grabbing him by the wrist, as if she was afraid of seeing him disappear. «There is room for you too, you know?»

«There is?»

«There is. Come on, Rokudaime-sama, come here», Sakura urged

Kakashi hesitated a little longer, trying to figure out where he could actually lie down. On Bull, like when he was just a six year old boy? Or maybe he could convince Shiba to sleep a little more composed so as to carve out a corner of the mattress?

«Stop being precious and join us», Pakkun scolded him as he idly stretched his legs and slightly changed position. At his words, the other ninkens moved just enough to create a space behind Sakura, small but enough for Kakashi to stretch out beside his wife and hug her. «Or go to the other room: we’ll take care of keeping Sakura company», added his old friend again. Then he closed his eyes.

Giving in to Pakkun’s words and Sakura’s smile, Kakashi got up and shook off the damp towels. He already had one knee on the bed, his eyes looking for the best way to reach his place without stepping on some ears or some tails, when he was interrupted by two brown eyes that glared at him.

«Put on a pair of underwear first», Pakkun growled louder than before. And Kakashi realized that he had never actually worn a pair of boxers after washing. «What are you, a savage?»

Sakura and Kakashi stared at each other for a second, then they both burst out laughing.

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The Discourteous King to the West

Kiane Week Day 3 - Innocence/Confidence

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Fandom / Genre: Nanatsu no Taizai (The Seven Deadly Sins) / Fluff

Pairing: King/Diane

Warnings: None!

Summary: King is overworked, and Diane's confident she can get him to bed so he can relax and get some well-deserved sleep.

Note: Posting very late on day 3 mostly because it took forever for me to come up with something I liked a little 😅 so it isn’t too closely related to the prompt, which kinda sucks but ah well. Hope you enjoy anyway ^^

Diane looked over to where King was sitting, hunched over and reading various letters and documents. His wings were drooping and Diane could see the way his brows were furrowed in annoyance through his bangs. He'd been working on these documents for almost the entire day. Some snobbish king to the west had sent them. Diane couldn't recall ever hearing much about the ruler, but even just glancing at the letters sent to King she could tell this human king wasn't anything like Bartra or Arthur.

For one, there were so many demands. There was barely anything the king offered the ruler of fairies, and yet he was asking for so much in return. Special herbs mostly, ones that took a lot of time and power to not only grow but keep healthy until the proper time to harvest them.

Secondly though, something that really irked Diane, were the letters themselves. It was as though this king hadn't ever heard of being courteous.

This king was lucky she wasn't the one he was attempting to contact. Diane, in all honesty, would have sent the letters back with the poor human that had stumbled into the forest trying to find Harlequin. She did feel bad for the messenger, who had been apologizing profusely to her husband for all the demands their king was making.

Still, seeing her husband so stressed trying to figure out how to deal with this bastard of a ruler made her feel worse. King was too kind for his own good sometimes, and she supposed he would make the effort to try and help this kingdom the best he could.

Diane loved him for his sweet heart.

But, she also knew he needed to take a break.

Pushing herself off her pile of pillows (it was a soft little corner they had made specifically for cuddling), Diane strode over to King and looked over his shoulder. Some things were crossed out in the letter, things she assumed were out of the question in helping with.

"King?" She tapped his shoulders lightly, and kept her voice down. Judging from his face and the fact that he was rubbing his temple, she assumed he had a headache, and didn't want to make it worse.

He looked up at her, forcing a small smile and tilting his head. "Yes?"

She took the papers from his hand and set them down on the nearby desk, ignoring his weak attempt at protesting. "Come on, you're going to bed."

King crossed his arms, looking almost exhausted now, but he didn't want to wait until morning to continue figuring out what to do about that ruler.

"Really now?" he hummed, raising a brow at her. Diane nodded. "You can't exactly force me."

"Bold words coming from someone who looks a few minutes short of collapsing," Diane stated. Before King could react, she was hoisting him up into her arms, careful to avoid damaging his wings and King gave a quick yelp as he looped his arms around her neck. "I'll go get you some water and a snack, then we're going to sleep, alright?"

"Again, you can't exactly force me to sleep." As he protested though, he curled into Diane's arms and buried his face in her neck as she returned to their giant pillow corner. King whined lightly as she placed him down, and she laughed.

"I'm sure I can," she said confidently, hands on her hips and she grinned at him. Her smile softened and she leaned down to quickly kiss his forehead. "I'll be right back," she promised.

King watched her leave with a small, genuine smile on his face. He wasn't too sure if she actually could get him to sleep without maybe just knocking him out. His mind was reeling from the letters and the throbbing in his head only seemed to grow worse.

Diane was back soon enough, berries and a cup of water with her. She handed them to King, ordering him to eat as she settled down beside him. King hadn't realized just how hungry he was - had he just forgotten to eat at all since this morning? - and scarfed down the berries. He drank the water more slowly, enjoying the coldness of it and he felt a little better.

Setting the cup aside, King looked at his wife, who was watching him quietly. She opened her arms for him and it wasn't long until King was laying on her, Diane's arms encircling him protectively.

He sighed happily as one of her hands moved to his back and started to rub circles, pressing just right and relieving the tension. King felt her chuckle more than he heard it as she continued the movement, her other hand lightly drawing random shapes into his lower back.

King's wings fluttered slightly before relaxing, and he nuzzled Diane's neck. His headache wasn't going away just yet, but his thoughts were calming down, and he could feel sleep starting to creep up on him.

Before he fell asleep, he leaned up to press a kiss to her lips, short and gentle. When he pulled away, he settled back onto her chest, humming softly. "Love you," he whispered, snuggling closer.

Diane pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Love you too," she whispered back, and it was the last thing he heard before falling asleep.