#he was mind blown and did his best to communicate

[blurred-cat]

i'm not very social so to overcome that i talk to the lyft/uber/cab drivers and gain more Talking to People exp so that i can communicate easier and better elsewhere (and also because a lot of them are genuinely fucking interesting!!!)

[homesick4la]

complicated — hamzahthefantastic

1. pushing it down and praying

contains: a little cheating..smoking, some nsfw content but nothing crazy

summary: after half a year of no contact, you run into your ex at a party.

a/n: kinda got this idea from the lizzy mcalpine song bc i am obsessed with it. so listen if you haven’t lol. also i decided to split the fic but it’s only gonna be two parts!

it’d officially been six months since you and your ex boyfriend went no contact.

the first few months were hell for you.

of course, you went through the stereotypical phase of eating ice cream and crying to rom-coms directly after your break up. but that short-lived phase gradually shifted into one that was much more melancholic once the two of you decided to go no contact.

everyday that you woke up, you were engulfed by an emotional numbness. a dull pain that served as a constant reminder of your grief.

you were grieving what the relationship was and what it could’ve been.

you had always envisioned your future with hamzah in it which is why the lack of communication between the two of you left you absolutely soulless.

you had never experienced such an intense love before him. everything was picture perfect in the beginning. it was even better than the movies.

but after two years, the miscommunication between you to became destructive.

things that should have been minor disagreements escalated into full blown arguments. you’d yell over each other, ignoring each other’s feelings and growing overwhelmingly defensive.

eventually, it became exhausting. you were both so angry all the time and too stressed with work or school to address it properly.

ultimately, you two mutually decided to call it quits. additionally, you later agreed that going no contact would be the best option for both of you.

now, half a year later, you were finally trying to move on.

after reading an endless amount of self-help books, you learned that after experiencing every stage of relationship grief (which you had), you theoretically should be ready to search for love again.

despite your reluctance, your best friends had forced you to join all the dating apps- urging you to hook up with someone new to get your mind off your ex.

it took days of swiping left on men that were literally the epitome of a walking red flag for you to finally find a man suitable enough to go on a date with.

his name was matthew. he recently graduated from college and instantly started a 9-5 working in finance. he spent his free time hiking. he had a golden retriever.

he was kind. he was stable. but he wasn’t hamzah.

you two had gone on a few dates. you had even hooked up after a couple of them.

as guilty as it made you, each hook up was spent closing your eyes- imagining hamzah on top of you. that it wasn’t matthew deep inside of you but it was hamzah; the one that knew your body like the back of his hand and knew just how to please you every time.

you were giving your all to this “moving on” stage but you simply weren’t satisfied.

that being said, when matthew had asked you to attend an old friend’s party with him on your last date, you politely agreed.

now here you were, shuffling through a crowd of sweaty bodies with a man that barely knew you guiding you by your waist.

“how do you know the host again?” you ask, nearly yelling over the music that was blasting through numerous speakers.

“he’s a friend from my hometown, remember? from ottawa?”

“right, right. i remember now.” you look up at him. you did not remember.

you two make your way into the kitchen. he pours shots of vodka into red solo cups and hands one to you.

you feel the familiar burn of alcohol stinging your throat as you down the shot.

“you look gorgeous tonight by the way. forgot to tell you earlier.” he tells you, running his hand up and down your waist.

hamzah would’ve told you earlier. he would’ve been kissing up and down your neck before you even finished your makeup while getting ready. reiterating how beautiful you are each time his lips left your skin.

fuck. there you go again. comparing everything matthew said or did to hamzah.

he’s not in your life anymore, you think to yourself. it’s time to get over him.

“thank you.” you answer matthew, mustering up a smile.

“you ready to go meet my friends?”

“yeah, let’s go! i���m excited to meet them.” you were lying straight through your teeth. but you continued to put on this enthusiastic act simply because he was nice.

he leads you to the main room where you meet a couple of his hometown friends. one named kyle. another named josh.

they were essentially carbon copies of matthew. frat bros that grew up and became finance guys.

you quietly listen as the boys catch up on one another’s lives.

until something, someone, catches your eye.

hamzah. he was across the large room with his back faced toward you. but it had to be him.

you could recognize the shape of his shoulders and you knew that those dark curls stuffed under a camo hat could only belong to him.

you stomach drops. somehow, you had never ran into him since the breakup.

the sight of him mixed with the alcohol made you sick to your stomach.

“hey”, you tap on matthew’s shoulder. “i’m gonna go find a bathroom real quick.” you explain.

“okay, just come find me when you’re done.” he replies before resuming his conversation with his friends.

you turn around, walking in the direction of a long hallway that you knew must have a bathroom.

you turn the doorknob of the first door you find and miraculously, it is a bathroom.

you clutch onto the counter, letting out a sharp exhale.

one of your hands grips to your stomach while you continue taking deep breaths.

in for 4. hold for 7. out for 8. you repeat.

a breathing technique that hamzah had taught you.

you hear the doorknob rattle. before you can say anything, the door is being launched open.

“oh shit! sorry!”, you hear a familiar voice as the door is being pulled closed again. “wait- y/n?”

the voice belonged to mandy. hamzah’s bestfriend’s girlfriend. you forgot that her and martin were from ottawa. they must’ve known the host of the party.

she steps inside, shutting the door behind her.

“are you okay? what’re you doing here? i haven’t seen you in so long.” she pulls you into a hug.

“yeah i’m here with some guy i’ve been seeing. but i saw hamzah and just needed to take a sec.” you explain during your embrace.

she pulls away, looking in your eyes.

“did he see you?”

“no, he was facing the other direction.”

“oh okay”, she nods and looks down.

“yeah. i haven’t seen him since we ended things so, it gave me a bit of panic attack.” you chuckle awkwardly.

“i’m sorry, y/n. break ups suck.” she pauses, “when i went through my first break up, i saw my ex at an amusement park about a month after. and i got so upset, i threw up in front of one of those stupid basketball games where you can win a big teddy bear.”

you laugh at her story, “seriously?”

“yes! it was so bad, the worker ended up giving me one of those huge bears out of pity!” she exclaims.

once your laughter dies down, mandy breaks the silence once again.

“he still talks about you, you know. every once in a while.”

every once in a while. you had thought of him every single day.

“every once in a while?”

“yeah. seems like most of the time it’s too hard for him to talk about. but sometimes, he can’t help himself.”

maybe he did think of you as often as you did.

“anyway”, she continues, “whose this new guy?”

she smirks teasingly.

“ugh. mandy, he’s so boring! but he’s so nice! he’s just- he’s nothing like hamzah. i don’t know- he’s really sweet, it’s just not, exciting? i guess?”

she nods. “well, if you want my advice..i say you shouldn’t stay with someone just because they’re nice to you. a lot of people are nice. only a few people will make you feel ‘sparks’ or whatever.”

you nod understandingly.

god you missed talking to her.

“i gotta get back to martin but if you want to talk to hamzah, he went out on the balcony. and let’s not have to run into each other at a random party to catch up again, ‘kay? text me.”

“okay.” you hug her tightly, “we’ll go for coffee soon.”

she smiles before exiting the bathroom.

you look into the mirror, trying to decide if going out on the balcony is a good idea.

“fuck it.” you whisper to yourself.

you didn’t know when you’d ever get the opportunity to speak to hamzah again. you had to go out on that balcony.

you walk out of the bathroom, sneaking past matthew who was still deep in conversation.

turning the corner past the main room, you find the sliding glass door to the balcony.

there he is. alone. sat on the small balcony, lighting a joint that hangs between his lips.

with his camo hat he wore a pair of dark wash jeans and white t-shirt.

you take a deep breath before reaching to slide open the door.

his head instantly whips towards you, his eyes widening a bit.

“hi.” you break the silence. you feel awkward. what are you supposed to say to someone you’ve been completely heartbroken over for the last six months?

“hey.” his eyes soften as he speaks.

“i, um- ran into mandy. she told me you were out here.” you explain to him.

he nods slowly. “come sit.” he pats the space on the floor next to him.

you do as he says. plopping onto the ground and pulling your knees to your chest.

he takes a drag from the joint between his fingers before pulling it out and handing it over to you. you two had shared a joint countless times during your relationship, making the action feel natural.

you bring the joint to your lips, sucking on it for a few seconds before blowing out the smoke and handing it back to him.

“how’ve you been?” he asks.

his voice was calm. you wondered how he could act so nonchalant in this situation.

“i’ve been okay. school’s been stressful.” you say, trying to avoid ranting about the emotional turmoil you’ve experienced since you two separated. “how about you?”

“good. just working a lot. martin and i upload multiple times a week now and run the merch ourselves so it’s been busy, but it’s fun.” his face lights up as he talks about it. he’d always been passionate about his career.

“that’s great, hamzah. i still remember when you had him up on that cracked screen just to have him on the pod.” you laugh.

“oh god, it was a shit show trying to get that thing to run properly.” he chuckles at the memory.

it falls silent for a moment.

“you still gonna become a journalist?” he asks, cocking his head to the side while looking at you.

“that’s the plan, yeah.” you answer.

“good. you were always good with words.”

“yeah?” you smile.

“of course, it’s why i was always calling you smarty pants.”

you chuckle at the nickname you’d forgotten about.

“i thought you were calling me that because of my attitude.” since childhood, you were teased for being bit of a know it all.

“i mean- yeah that was part of it.” he laughs, “but it was mostly because of that big brain of yours.”he taps his pointer finger to your temple.

“well, i don’t feel very smart these days.” you admit. “my grades have been slipping.”

“seriously? how come?”

“just had a rough last couple months.” you try to remain vague.

“your new guy not keeping you happy?”

your eyes widen. how did he know about matthew?

“did you see me with him inside?”

“yeah. i was about to walk into the kitchen when i saw you two together.”

you exhale deeply. “oh, uh. sorry about that.”

“answer my question, y/n.” his voice was low, serious.

“what?” your voice tinged with confusion.

“are you happy?”

you think for moment. you could lie, tell him you’re happy, let him believe that you’ve moved on. but everything in you wants to be honest with him.

“i’m trying to be.” you respond quietly before taking the joint from his hands and up to your mouth once again.

his eyes were glued to you as pushed the smoke from your mouth, like he was studying your face.

“that guy’s not right for you.” he shook his head as he spoke.

“hamzah, you don’t know him.” you’re not sure why you feel the need to defend matthew but you do.

“i can see what kind of guy he is—the kind that can’t even begin to grasp the complexity to you.” he explains.

“you’re high, hamzah. and you’re jumping to conclusions.”, you shift your position on the ground, “based on looks, might i add. didn’t they teach you not to do that in elementary school? the whole don’t judge a book by its cover thing? did you tune that part out?” you say as you stand from your spot. it pained you how well hamzah could read people- how accurate his description of matthew was.

“baby all this rambling makes it seem like you’re avoiding the truth—that he’s not good enough for you. and you’re not happy. i mean has he even noticed how long you’ve been gone?”

you forgot how stubborn this man could be.

you let out a defeated sigh. “it’s none of your business, really. and you’re right, i’ve been gone too long. i should get back to him.”

you steal the joint from his hand and take one last drag before you start to walk back towards the sliding glass door. you hear hamzah rise to his feet behind you.

“y/n, wait.”

you turn around, facing towards him again. “yeah?”

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that.” he apologizes.

“s’okay.”, you shrug your shoulders. “it was nice running into you.”

he nods agreeably.

you turn back around, beginning to accept that this was it. your last few seconds with him before you were back to no contact.

your hand reaches the sliding glass door, about to pull the door open when you hear hamzah’s voice once again.

“y/n, don’t go.”

don’t go.

“what?” you question, furrow your eyebrows.

he takes slow steps toward you, ditching his joint by throwing the remains of it to the floor.

he keeps walking towards you until you’re just a foot apart. he grabs your hand, pulling you to him and shifting your bodies so your lower back rested the black metal railing of the balcony as he stood directly in front of you.

his face was inches from yours. you could so easily lift your head and kiss him.

“come back to my apartment with me.” he whispered.

“why would i do that?” you replied, feeling the pace of your breath quicken due to the close proximity.

“because you miss me.” the corner of his mouth upturned into a cocky smirk. “and i miss you.”

you were speechless. all you could do was stare into his eyes, trying to decipher whether or not those words had actually just left his mouth.

you swallow harshly before speaking, “i’m here with someone else, hamzah. i’m going home with him.”

you try to stand your ground, but god you wanted to give in.

he scrunches his nose and shakes his head as he places his hands on the metal railing behind you, trapping you between his arms.

“but he doesn’t know you like i do.”

before you can respond, you feel his fingers brush your hair away from the side of your neck.

he places his hands on waist as his head falls to your neck, his plump lips hovering above your skin. your head instinctively leans to the side, giving him full access.

“does he know how much you like being kissed right here?” he whispers softly, feeling his lips move on your skin as he speaks.

he presses his lips to place where your neck and shoulder meet, remembering how much this spot had an effect on you.

you shut your eyes in utter satisfaction. you hated how much of an effect he had on you.

you bring your hands to his neck, then weaving your fingers through his curls as he continues kissing, sucking, and nipping at the sweet spots on your neck.

his hands float down, gripping onto your hips- another minuscule touch that he knew drove you crazy.

with his hands on your hips, he pulls your bodies closer. suddenly, the thought of matthew has completely vanished. you’re completely caught up in hamzah, and it felt so good- indulging in his recognizable scent and familiar touch.

you let out a soft moan as his hand falls to your ass, grabbing it shamelessly.

“hamzah, hamzah— i can’t, we can’t do this.” you say breathlessly, using your hand to tap on his chest.

hamzah steps back, his breath unsteady as watches you carefully, his gaze lingering on your lips. for a moment, you think he isn’t going to say anything— that he was just going to turn around and walk away.

but then he leans, his voice low “meet me outside in five.” his tone carrying both a question and a promise.

you feel a rush of nerves as he walks away, opening the sliding glass door and slipping back into the crowd.

you stay out there for a moment, catching your breath.

you shouldn’t go. you know you shouldn’t.

but you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you.

next part: with you all night

a/n: yuppppp part two coming very very soon and it’s gonna pick up right where this leaves off. sorry if this is long and boring, tbh i just needed something to distract myself from everything going on lol…k bye muah

[wisecura]

Jujutsu Kaisen

unfortunately, I pick favorites

🔪 - will have dark undertones (or full blown black flags).

🔞 - will have smutty content.

♡ - a request fic I got

warnings will be put for the stories that have less traditional dark undertones. most of my work will have themes that may be unsettling or uncomfortable so please do not interact with these stories. this can include dubcon, toxic relationships, manipulative behavior, potential poor decision making on the Y/N perspective. I write things I find interesting and if that offends you, then please don’t read.

Red in the title means its a WIP (typed up concept in my Docs just waiting to be finished/edited/published), and will hopefully be released soon.

Gojo x You (my golden boy makes me feral)

believe it or not, this man has his own masterlist

Gojo x You x Geto

╰┈➤Nanny 🔪⭑summary: Isekai'd into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, you sell yourself to the Gojo Clan in an attempt to change your favorite characters fates. You change many things, and are able to see the boys grow peacefully. Yet now with them out of the clan house you find yourself in a predicament. Your arranged marriage. warnings: small age gap, abnorm dynamic

this is a series: a second?,

╰┈➤Sweeter ♡ 🔪 🔞⭑ summary: entering high school only to be met with the two hottest strongest sorcerers of your generation was not something you were prepared for. so, what happens when they take a strange liking to their cute, sheltered underclassman?

this has a smutty p.2

Geto x You (he never comes far behind)

╰┈➤pretty (older and discontinued, but if you reallllly wanna read it?)

╰┈➤Pretty 🔪⭑ summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister. And Suguru just cant get enough of you.

this is a series: did you want a 2?, a 3? and a 4?,

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╰┈➤Try the Priest 🔪⭑ summary: Your best friend, Suguru Geto, has a warrant on his head. You hadn't heard from him since then, and you thought your friendship was as good as dead. So why is he on your front porch?

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╰┈➤ My Leader 🔪🔞 ⭑ summary: suguru geto was all for the betterment of the world--eradicating the non-sorcerers in society, and collecting people to stand in the new world with him. it's no different when he finds you--an untrained sorcerer, so eager and desperate for validation-- a hint at sanity when no one else could see the monsters around you. but what happens if he takes you in only to find himself changing his mind. warnings: pwp, voyeurism, gore, blood, murder, dark undertones, size kink smut, you aren't in your right mind either, fingering, marking, manipulation, belittling and teasing

Toge x You

Yuji x You

╰┈➤Shine 🔪⭑ summary: You're a famous pop idol that Yuji adores. what more is there to say?

Megumi x You

╰┈➤Sheets 🔪 ⭑ summary: Your arranged marriage to Toji Fushiguro had been sudden and unexpected, but now you found yourself living under his roof alongside his moody stepson. Your only directive from your clan head before moving in was clear: keep a close eye on Toji, the notorious Sorcerer Killer, and his son, a potential sorcerer prodigy. warnings: arranged marriage, forced marriage, violence, step-cest, mommy kinks, age gap

this is a series: another? , and another? , this 4?, a 5?, is that a 6?, did i spy a 7?, an 8th??, a 9, 10,

Toji x You

Choso x You

Yuta x You

╰┈➤Desperation 🔪🔞 ⭑ summary: Yuta’s really gotta thing for you and you’ve got one for him. warning: abnorm dynamic, knife play, borderline somno, dom material

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╰┈➤Yuuuuutttaaaa 🔪 🔪 🔞 ⭑ summary: You and yuta have been best friends for years warnings: somno, dub/non- con, forced breeding, this one’s a little intense

Nanami x You

AN: This anime has been my obsession for the last few months

I post updates in this community so feel free to check it out: https://www.tumblr.com/communities/obsessedjjk

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[leia-writes]

Hi! I read "Kiss With A Fist" and i loved it, i like ur writing sm! Can i request a femreader x Frontman smut? Here's a plot idea: hotel room 1 bed type of situation ( reader is an assistant to the Frontman and they got a love/hate type of relationship ). Ty in advance!

Bittersuite

hwang in-ho | front man x reader

ao3 link (coming soon when it decides to work)

masterlist

song inspiration: bittersuite by billie eilish

a/n: thank you so much for your request!!

warnings: smut - 18+ ONLY

word count: 9,914

posted on: 2/21/2025

The jet touched down smoothly on the runway, gently interrupting you from your thoughts. Seated next to you by the window was In-ho, who had been quietly sitting with his eyes closed before being awoken. Hwang In-ho, who was the Front Man of the South Korean Squid Games, and who was also your boss.

Your job as In-ho’s assistant mostly consisted of doing all the boring parts of his job. Keeping files organized, documenting important events, and communicating with other Squid Game operations around the world. It also meant you traveled with him wherever he went, which is why you were now landing in Florence, Italy.\

The Squid Game organization was growing at a rapid pace with many new locations being established. Because of In-ho’s expertise and experience, he was asked to visit a few sites as they were being developed. He also liked to visit existing locations from time to time, so this stop in Florence was the first of many. Once the plane finished landing, you and In-ho were led to your private car as your bags were loaded into the trunk for you. The drive to the site would be a couple hours as the location was chosen to be as remote as possible. 

Construction had only recently begun on this new site, so there wasn’t much completed when you two had arrived. The main control room and some conference rooms had been built, but no residences or player rooms were finished. Despite the incomplete nature of the place, your day was filled with meetings. You supported In-ho as he spent the day going over construction blueprints, devising plans for future games, and assisting the staff in learning how to recruit players. As In-ho’s assistant, you felt pulled in every direction as he expected you to be on call and ready with whatever he needed at whatever time he asked. 

By the end of the day, you were both exhausted from travel and work, not even having had time for a meal. Since the Florence site was so early in its development, you had planned to leave that evening for your next site in Oslo, which was more established and almost complete. By the time In-ho finally felt confident enough to leave, you had already missed the private jet’s initially scheduled departure time. You gathered your work bag and files with haste and all but pushed In-ho towards the car as it began to lightly rain.

You settled into the car for another 2-hour drive back to the plane, the soft patter of rain quickly turning into a full-blown thunderstorm. It was so relaxing after your tiring day, you rested your head next to the window and let yourself relax for a bit. In-ho nursed a glass of whiskey and played some soft jazz music. He wouldn’t need you for a while, so you decided to take advantage of the time and try to nap.

It was in moments like these, when In-ho wasn’t barking orders or demanding the world of you, when he seemed calm and content, that you let your mind wander. You’d worked for him for a few years now. When you started, you spent months convinced you’d be fired at any given moment. It wasn’t the game or the organization that intimidated you - you had connections of your own that landed you a job in a place like this - it was In-ho. 

From the moment you met him, you had this incessant need to please him. You’d always taken pride in your jobs, always wanted to do your best, but with In-ho, you craved his approval over everything. Not only did you want to be good at your job, but you wanted him to simply like you. Knowing he relied on you and needed you made you feel important. Whether he complimented your work or yelled at you over something stupid, you craved his attention.

Maybe that’s why you had lasted so long in this job. Even when he got upset with you, even when he let his anger and frustrations out on you, you never gave up. And when you did well, god, did you love his praise. 

Fuck, you were getting worked up just thinking about it, sitting next to him. You’d always felt attracted to him, but knew he would never, ever cross that line. No matter how much you wanted it, or how much you suspected that he wanted it too, it felt impossible. All you could do was live in the made-up world inside your head where he touched you whenever you wanted.

You were quickly taken from your thoughts with the feeling of a hand wrapping around yours. Looking to your side, you saw In-ho, his hand holding yours, his gaze on you like a hunter looking at its prey. You felt exposed, like he could read your thoughts. A blush was surely forming across your face.

“You did well today,” he said, his tone hoarse and low. Your heart skipped a beat, and you nodded, convinced if you spoke he’d be able to tell the dirty thoughts crossing your mind.

He squeezed your hand, his eyes lowering, searching every curve of your body before landing back on your eyes. “I think you deserve a reward for that… don’t you?”

Your breath hitched, you were too shocked to know what to say. Your mouth almost hung open in disbelief, seeing him talk to you like this.

He chuckled, his eyes darkening as he leaned closer to you. His breath gently grazed your face as he studied your features, only inches from your mouth.

“Do you want me to touch you, darling?”

An involuntary, quiet moan left your lips. A rush of warmth spread throughout your body, settling into your core. 

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice breathy with lust. “Please… yes.”

He slowly leaned in closer and kissed you, his free hand moving to the hem of your skirt. In-ho softly rubbed your thigh. Your mind was swirling - was he really, finally touching you now, after all this time? After all the longing you’d felt for him, for his touch, for his love and affection, why act on it now?

A sharp, hot wave of pleasure wracked your body as you felt In-ho’s hand move up your skirt, caressing your inner thigh. He kissed you more fervently now, his other hand leaving yours and reaching into your hair to press your lips harder on his. He was practically hovering over you at this point. His hands deftly moved beneath your underwear and his fingers slowly made their way to your wet, aching folds.

You cried out when he began to circle your clit with his fingers, seeming to know exactly the way you liked it. He pulled away to observe your flushed state and you felt vulnerable under his gaze, whimpering at his touch as he worked his fingers on you at a steady pace. You gripped his arms for dear life, as if you could fall out of his grasp at any moment.

He sighed softly above you. “That’s it, darling, let yourself go.”

You groaned, opening your legs further. “Please… more.”

He leaned next to your ear and whispered, “What was that?”“More.”“More what?”

You grabbed his wrist, his fingers stilling, and slowly pushed his hand down further to your entrance. He groaned darkly and his fingers began slowly teasing your entrance. Your hips involuntarily bucked forward, your aching core begging to be filled.

You gripped his wrist tighter, pushing his hand further down as hard as you could, but no matter how hard you tried he was able to resist and keep teasing you. Despite the lack of stimulation, you felt close to your release, making you even more desperate to feel his fingers. 

If he could just get a little further, you were almost there… just a little longer…

Your eyes shot open. 

Someone was shaking your shoulder violently, practically yelling at you. Yelling your name.

You turned to find In-ho, a flustered annoyance apparent on his face. 

“Where are the fucking passports?”

What? Oh. Fuck.

Your mind was reeling in the aftermath of your dream. Reality felt like a betrayal after what you’d just felt. The man you’d just seen stick his hand down your underwear was now angrily yelling at you.

You sat up straight and pulled yourself together. Your bag was on In-ho’s lap, clearly rifled through in his frenzy. 

“They’re not in the bag?”

“No. Or the suitcases. What did you do with them?”

“I-I don’t know, I had them when we arrived.” You began to look around in panic. He’d already searched everything in the car, the only other place you’d been was the new site. 

“I must have left them in a conference room. Did you ask if-” “I’m not asking anyone anything, you call them right now.”

You silently scurried to grab your phone and call the staff at the new site. After several rings, you were able to get in touch with a lower level employee who luckily was still there. They quickly checked the rooms and confirmed you’d left the passports and a few other documents there. Clearly in your haste you hadn’t realized what you’d left. After getting off the phone, you realized the car was parked on the side of the road.

In-ho looked expectantly at you. You sighed, lowering your gaze. “I left them at the new site. I’m sorry. We need to go back.”

He let out a frustrated sigh and pressed the car intercom, directing the driver to turn back. 

“We’ll have to postpone again,” he said, letting out a frustrated sigh, looking out the window.

You shrunk into your seat, wanting to be as small and inconspicuous as possible. Anything to avoid his wrath.

After a few silent moments, In-ho glanced at you again. His gaze seemed to linger on the edge of your skirt. “Arrange a hotel. I doubt we’ll be able to leave in this rain.”

You quickly got to work on your phone, searching for the best hotels with availability. Unfortunately, with it being a busy tourist season, nearly everything was booked. In-ho watched, clearly aggravated, as you tried and failed multiple times to find even one room. 

After what seemed like your hundredth attempt, you finally found something. A nice, luxury hotel, and they even had a suite available to accommodate the two of you. You quickly booked it, and In-ho seemed temporarily satisfied. 

With a sigh of slight relief, you settled back into your seat, keeping yourself from falling asleep again. After retrieving the passports, the pilot at the jet confirmed In-ho’s suspicions that you wouldn’t be able to leave that night. The car drove you both back to the city to your hotel and you set out to find dinner.

~~~

“Call a car for the hotel,” In-ho instructed, taking the last few sips of his drink. You sat across from him at the restaurant, finishing your own glass of wine. After the embarrassing events of the day, you had more than your fair share of wine at dinner. With the way In-ho was looking at you, something that felt like a quiet contempt, you couldn’t help but keep yourself busy sipping your drink.

“The hotel is just down this street, if you’d prefer to walk. Quicker than waiting for a car,” you responded. He silently nodded and finished his drink before standing up and leaving, not even bothering to wait for you. In a hurry, you gathered your things and followed him.

The rain was steadily pouring still as you opened your umbrella, watching In-ho walk ahead with his. You pulled your bag and coat close to you as you tried catching up. In the next moment, you felt someone crash into your side, sending you to the ground.

“Oh, fuck! I’m sorry.”

Your entire left side got soaked as your umbrella crashed to the ground next to you, though you managed to keep your bag close to your chest. A man appeared in front of you, crouching down next to you.

“Are… uh, are you, alright?” he slurred, alcohol apparent on his breath even from a few feet in front of you. Looking around, you noticed a bar in front of you, presumably where this man had just exited and ran into you. He seemed concerned but couldn’t help himself from giggling.

Scoffing, you quickly stood up, making sure nothing in your bag had gotten wet. The man grabbed your umbrella, still on the ground, and handed it to you. As you grasped the handle, the man wrapped his hand around yours. A cold shiver went down your spine, and not just because of the rain.

“Hey, I asked you… you ok?”

“I’m fine.” You tried pulling your hand from his but he just held you tighter.

“God, you’re pretty, why don’t you come wi-” “Would you let go of me?” you demanded.

He looked offended, then angry. Still grasping your hand, his other reached for your waist. You were about to punch him in the face before feeling him get pulled away from you.

In-ho appeared before you, pulling the man from behind by his collar with just one hand, the other still holding his umbrella. The man quickly lost his balance and fell to the ground, finally releasing you. In-ho towered over him as you backed away.

“Get your filthy hands off of her. And get the fuck out of here.”

Before the man could respond, In-ho stood up and roughly kicked him in the side. The man curled into a ball and groaned. As you watched in shock, In-ho forcefully grabbed your arm and led you back towards the hotel. He was silent, his jaw tensed.

After checking in and getting your room keys, you entered the elevator and composed yourself a bit. “Thank you.”

In-ho gave you a brief look, but simply nodded and stayed silent. The awkwardness between you was palpable - seeing him defend you like that gave you so many mixed emotions after screwing up earlier.

You reached your room door and scanned the key to reveal your suite. It was just like the receptionist described - a beautiful, luxury suite, with a large bathroom, balcony, a seating area with two large armchairs, and a kitchenette with a fully stocked bar. Perfect for two.

There was just one problem. There was only one bed.

In-ho sighed deeply and slowly walked throughout the room as you stayed frozen in fear near the front door. Not only did you fuck up the entire evening’s travel plans, you messed up the one simple job of finding a suitable room for the night. He started walking back towards the door, where your bags were, and you were sure you were about to be reprimanded beyond belief.

In-ho grabbed your bag and dropped it in front of you. “You’re soaking wet. Get yourself cleaned up.”

He walked away quietly. The wine from before seemed to catch up to you now, and you couldn’t stop yourself from speaking. “I’m so sorry, when I booked it I thought she mentioned two beds, she said it was perfect for two people so I just assumed she meant-”

“Stop.” His voice resounded throughout the room, quieting you immediately. He sighed and looked at you. “It’s too late to fix it now. So do as I told you and get yourself together.”

You scurried into the bathroom with your bag, wanting nothing more than to be out of his sight.

~~~

After taking a shower and getting ready to sleep, you exited the bathroom quietly and saw In-ho sitting on the balcony with a cigarette and a glass of whiskey. The door was barely open, but you could smell the scent of rain and cigarette smoke from outside. You had no clue what he was thinking, and what he planned to do about the bed situation. All things considered, you felt obligated to assume he would take the bed. 

You pushed your suitcase into a corner and grabbed an extra set of blankets in the linen closet. Upon hearing you, In-ho turned to observe you. You felt his eyes on you but avoided his gaze, pulling your sweater closer to you. You’d put on a simple nightdress that felt a little too revealing without the sweater. After grabbing the blankets, you poured yourself a small glass of wine and sat in the armchair, opening a book you were currently reading.

The two of you stayed in your separate spots in silence for a while. A part of you felt more comfortable as time went on, but apprehension still laced your thoughts. In-ho put out his cigarette and walked inside, eyeing you, surrounded in a blanket, with curiosity.

“You’re not sleeping there tonight.”

You set your book down. “I’m fine. You can take the bed. It’s my fault we’re here anyways.”

He scoffed. “You’ve worked for me for how long? And you still don’t know how to listen.”

Taken aback by his words, and the alcohol giving you a little extra courage, you retorted. “Sorry I don’t want you to sleep on the floor? These chairs are way too small for you.”

He chuckled at that, and something curious tugged at your heart. He might’ve been a bit tipsy himself. “Just get in the bed. It’s fine.”

“You shouldn’t have to sleep on the-”

He groaned out of frustration. “I know. I get it. Just get in the fucking bed.” He walked to the kitchen to set down his glass.

You scoffed. “What, right now?”

He gave you a warning look - you weren’t going to push him any further. You slowly got up and sat in the bed as he gathered his things and went to the bathroom. You settled under the blankets, your body immediately responding to the relieving comfort of the bed. Well, if he insisted…

After a while, you heard In-ho come out of the bathroom. You were laying on your side, still reading, but turned when you heard him sit in the chair. He had a book of his own he was reading with his glasses on. A rare sight.

“Seriously, you don’t have to sleep there.”

He looked at you above his glasses. “I’m not.”

You stayed silent, but he continued looking at you. Daring you to defy him again. He was dressed more casually now, a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, though he still looked expensive. And those glasses triggered an excited flurry of emotions in your chest every time you saw them. 

You sighed, defeated. “Fine,” you yawned. “Goodnight then.”

He laughed softly as you turned around, settling under the comforter.

“Goodnight, darling.”

He said it so casually, as if it were a second thought, as if calling you darling didn’t set off every nerve ending in your body. Your chest tightened as you tried to bring your heart down to earth. It was all too much, everything that had happened that day. You just wanted some rest.

~~~

The first thing you noticed upon waking up was the unbearable heat surrounding you. Laying in the bed with your eyes closed, you realized your sweater was making you entirely too hot under the comforter. You opened your eyes, complete darkness surrounding you except for the clock on each nightstand. It seemed that In-ho had lowered the light-blocking blinds. The clock read 4am.

You realized you were facing the other way from when you had fallen asleep, and held on to a pillow as you slept. The pillow was particularly warm, almost more than you were under your sweater. You moved your arm, getting your bearings, before realizing you weren’t holding a pillow.

It was In-ho.

Upon your discovery, you instantly froze. A million realizations seemed to hit you at once. In-ho hadn’t slept on the chair, or the floor, he slept next to you. And not only did you find yourself cuddling him in your sleep, you felt his arm wrapped around you too. On top of all of that, you were on the verge of sweating through your clothes if you stayed next to his furnace of a body.

You had to get up, now. Slowly, you pulled your arm off of him and sat up, gently moving his arm off of your back. You made slow, deliberate movements to sit on the edge of the bed without disturbing him, and pulled off your sweater. The cool air was a relief on your hot skin. 

Taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself from the emotional thunderstorm in your mind. A glass of water sat on your nightstand, which hadn’t been there before. In-ho must have set it there for you. You tried to ignore the implications of it and took a few sips.

It was nice sitting in the dark silence, after the chaotic day you had. You wanted to sit in it for a bit longer, but you felt In-ho stir next to you.

“Are you ok?” His voice pierced the silence.

You sighed. “Mhm. Sorry.”

You felt his arm reach out towards you, searching the bed for you, until his fingers gently rested on your back. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“What are you doing?”

You sighed. What was with the interrogation? “Just drinking water.”

He hummed, and pulled his arm back. You found yourself craving his warm touch again. The thought of it made you exhale in frustration.

“What?” he asked again.

After a few moments of contemplation, you responded, “Sometimes you expect the world from me, and other times you treat me like I’m fragile.”

He sighed, but didn’t respond. You weren’t sure what possessed you to say such a thing. Maybe the vulnerability you felt sitting with him in a dark room, alone.

Once you felt cool enough to return to the blankets, you slowly lowered yourself down to your pillow, unsure if In-ho had gone back to sleep. Upon feeling you shift in the bed, his hand quickly grasped your arm. The abruptness surprised you.

“You dreamt about me earlier, didn’t you?”

His words felt like a knife through your body. The fact that he even knew you dreamed, let alone might know what the content of that dream was, made you want to crawl in a hole and never come out. Your mind frantically raced. What exactly did he hear from you? How could you be so stupid to lust after him so much that you’d embarrass yourself like this?

In-ho felt your muscles tense under his touch. “I think you did.”

You stayed still and silent, begging for the moment to be over.

He turned on his side towards you, pulling your arm towards him. “Tell me.”

You could feel that he was almost hovering over you, imagining what his face might look like. As his grip tightened you felt even more embarrassed and couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

He sighed, and you felt his breath on your face. Just like in your dream. His voice softened.

“Tell me it was me, darling.”

You could sense a layer of something new in his voice, something almost pleading. You reached your hand to cover his, squeezing.

“Yes.”

He sighed, and you could feel the ends of his hair on your shoulder as he leaned his head down. “I thought so.” You felt his hand move to your neck, gently resting on your cheek and jaw. “Tell me what happened.”

An involuntary whimper left your mouth, out of embarrassment or lust you couldn’t tell. But you knew you couldn’t say.

His hot breath grazed your shoulder again. “I heard those little sounds you were making. Saw the way you squeezed your thighs together,” he huffed. “It was a good dream, wasn’t it?”

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. Your mind nearly went blank. It was simultaneously the worst thing and best thing that could happen to you.

“Hm?”

You nodded, feeling his hand caress your cheek.

He hummed softly. “I could tell how much you liked it. Could hear you asking for more.”

You squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment and cursed your body for betraying you so badly.

He chuckled. “Why don’t you show me what happened in your dream? Since you were so rudely interrupted.” His hand trailed from your jaw to your waist, his fingers gliding smoothly along your skin and nightdress, gently feeling whatever he could get his hands on.

You let out a breathy moan and moved your hand to his on your waist, grabbing roughly, unsure of what to do. In-ho moved his head from your shoulder to your face, gently kissing your cheek.

“Show me.”

In the next instant, he captured your lips with his, kissing you with a gentle fervor. His kiss seemed to bring your mind back to reality, and you responded with equal intensity. It felt as if your entire body was responding to him now, with your back arching ever so slightly to chase his warmth.

You gripped his hand roughly again and pushed it further down towards your thighs, your legs opening for him. He groaned above you, pushing your dress up your legs. His hand gently caressed the outside of your underwear, and he pulled his mouth from yours.

“Is this what happened? You want me to touch you here?”

His words, unknowing to him, almost exactly echoed your dream. You whimpered pitifully beneath him, whispering, “Yes, please, yes.”

His fingers quickly dipped into your underwear as he continued kissing you feverishly, groaning at feeling how wet you were. He wasted no time in massaging your clit, relishing in the stifled moans and desperate twitching of your hips.

Your mind was absolutely reeling at the whiplash of the last few minutes, but you just couldn’t deny it anymore. Even if it made you look pathetic, you needed him badly. Like your dream before, you pushed his hand down further. This time, he didn’t tease you.

Two fingers entered you, and he quickly began pumping them in and out. The sudden feeling of being somewhat filled by him sent white hot pleasure from your core. You clenched around him, feeling yourself get even wetter for him. He bent his head down to your neck, urgently kissing and sucking at your sensitive skin.

You felt In-ho curl his fingers a bit inside you, pressing on the delicate, tender flesh that made your body writhe beneath him. If he continued much longer you were going to come undone.

“I’m… you’re gonna make me…” you whimpered, unable to form a complete sentence.

He quickly pulled his fingers from you. “Not yet, darling,” he huffed, his voice ragged with lust.

You felt him shift back on his knees, pulling the blanket from you both. His hands found the edge of your underwear and swiftly pulled them off of you. You heard him pull his shirt off and shift to take his pants off, immediately reaching forward to feel his bare skin.

As he shifted above you and settled between your legs, he caressed your face again, gently holding on to your jaw. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, fucking yes,” you pleaded.

He huffed loudly as you felt him line his cock with your entrance, slowly rubbing around your slick folds. He wanted to tease you more, point out how fucking demanding and needy you were being to your boss, but he couldn’t stand to wait any longer. He slowly thrust himself into your aching core, your body stretching deliciously to his thick cock. 

You both groaned loudly together, completely overwhelmed. He quickened his pace, fucking you with intensity as you cried out in pleasure. You never imagined it could feel this good, feel better than your actual dreams.

He roughly grabbed your hair. “Is this what you wanted?”

His words made you clench on him, almost making him stutter in his pace. You couldn’t even form words.

“You wanted to get fucked by your superior, huh? Wanted me to fuck you in that car, I bet.”

You whimpered loudly beneath him, bringing his mouth to yours, meeting his thrusts with your hips. Everything was sending your body closer to the edge.

“I can feel you. You love this. Don’t worry… you,” he huffed, “you don’t need to say anything.”

His words brought tears to your eyes. It was all becoming so overwhelming. You wanted to tell him how good he made you feel, how close you were to coming undone, but you could barely stutter in between your blubbering cries.

“That’s it. Go ahead. Cum for me, darling.”

Unable to hold back any longer, you came with an intensity that wracked your entire body, becoming an absolute mess beneath him. Your walls clenched his throbbing cock tightly, practically begging him to cum with you. As your body spasmed, you held on to his shoulders for support. You felt his movements stutter as he spilled his cum into you with a low, guttural groan, prolonging your pleasure even longer with him. He thrust into you with great force a few times before completely stilling and letting his cock soften inside you. 

Your arms stayed firmly wrapped around him, your body and mind wanting to stay in that moment forever. He sighed above you, his hand caressing your face, kissing you all over your face, lips, and neck. You almost giggled at the ticklish feeling.

After several moments, In-ho laid next to you, wrapping his arm around you to lay on his chest. Just like you were before waking up. Despite feeling like a sweaty, wet mess, you both gave in to exhaustion quickly and fell back asleep.

~~~

The next morning you awoke to an empty bed. It took you a few seconds to remember all that had happened during the night, but the memories overwhelmed your mind. Wondering where In-ho was, you quickly searched the room to find his bags gone. After checking your phone, you noticed a text from him.

“I’m downstairs. Get ready and let’s go.”

Shit. He texted you almost an hour ago. You rushed through your morning routine as fast as you could and gathered your bags, making your way to the lobby. In-ho sat alone, reading through some files for the next site.

A tinge of hesitation clouded your thoughts. You weren’t sure how to act moving forward - were you a couple? Was it even allowed? How did he feel about all of this?

As you approached In-ho, he glanced at you and quickly got up, gathering his things. He seemed to be in a hurry.

“Let’s go. We’re late.”

You scurried behind him. “You didn’t give me a time.”

The car was waiting outside the hotel. The driver loaded your bags and you and In-ho sat next to each other. He promptly pulled out the documents he was looking at before, completely ignoring your statement from before. Completely ignoring you, actually.

So maybe you weren’t wrong for feeling hesitant earlier. He clearly had a lot on his mind and that didn’t consist of you. Whatever complicated feelings that blossomed at the thought of that, you kept fully suppressed, focusing solely on work. If that’s how he wanted things, that’s what you would do.

The two of you made it to the plane with no issues and landed in Oslo that afternoon. Luckily this site was almost complete, so the private runway was available. You got straight to work in helping In-ho assist with the final touches to the place.

The entire day held an air of tension between you and In-ho. There was that whiplash again - you’d just had a passionate night with him and now he was acting more coldly towards you than usual, like he would when you just started out. It frustrated you so much. Just because you both had crossed a line that you could never come back from, that didn’t mean you weren’t good at your job anymore. 

At the end of the day, you were relieved to finally get a break, from In-ho and everything else. Since your hotel had been properly booked in advance, you had a multi-room suite with In-ho, both of you having your own separate rooms this time. You had a shared living area, kitchen, and bathroom, but of course In-ho kept to himself. Upon arriving and dropping off your bags, In-ho left without a word, just a quick text: “I’m getting dinner. Don’t wait up.”

You rolled your eyes at the text, opening up the room service menu. Not sure what I’d be waiting for, you thought. You didn’t feel like venturing out today, just relaxing by yourself. After eating dinner alone, you settled into your bed and started reading before seeing a phone call from your best friend.

It wasn’t often you actually had time to talk to family or friends, so you took the call and started catching up. No one could actually know the details of your job, but it was still nice being able to chat. And with all the traveling you were doing lately, you missed the comforts of home.

As you chatted on the phone, In-ho came back from dinner. He had intentionally left in a haste when you two had gotten in the room, not wanting to confront you about anything that had happened the night before. But with one too many glasses of whiskey from dinner, his made up principles were quickly going out the window. As he poured himself another gratuitous glass in the kitchen, he heard soft laughter from your room. 

He approached your slightly open door, listening to you. 

“I know, I miss you too.”

“I can’t wait to see you.”

“Let’s definitely do that when I get back!”

A hot wave of jealousy afflicted his mind. Who could you be talking to? Who could you be missing, or wanting to spend time with? He was convinced it had to be a man, someone he was now in competition with for your attention. He tried his best to keep his simmering jealousy to himself as he walked back to the kitchen for his glass. You heard his footsteps then, lowering your voice to your friend.

“I’ve gotta go now. We’ll talk soon. Goodnight!”

After ending the call, you settled back into your bed, listening for what In-ho might do next. You heard him walk from the kitchen to the living area, ice clinking in his glass. Still ignoring you. Deciding it was time to get ready for bed, and giving yourself an excuse to walk through the living area, you made your way to the bathroom. 

In-ho briefly glanced at you but stayed silent. You rolled your eyes after passing him. After washing up and putting on another nightdress, you walked back to your room. The nightdress made you feel a bit exposed, but after last night you didn’t feel a need to hide yourself. Even if everything had happened in complete darkness.

In-ho kept his eyes trained on you as you walked past, getting a glimpse of what he touched the night before but never saw. You ignored him and climbed back in your bed, opening your book to continue reading. After a few minutes, you heard In-ho approach your door, knocking on it lightly.

“Hm?” He gave you a look of pure contempt. “Who was that before?”

“What?” “On the phone. Who were you talking to?”

You scoffed. “Why do you need to know?”

It was quite obvious he was jealous, but he had no clue what he was talking about. And he had no right to be jealous when he acted so coldly towards you all day. You ignored him and went back to your book.

That annoyed him even further. “You know, this isn’t a vacation.”

You gave him an incredulous look, putting down your book and standing up to close your door. “Stop treating me like I’m bad at my job. I was just talking to a friend,” you retorted. “If there’s nothing else work-related that you need from me, then goodnight.”

He stared you down, like he was trying to intimidate you, but you saw through his facade. Clearly he was struggling with his feelings towards you, but that was on him to figure out. Casting you aside wasn’t the way to do it. You stared at him for a few moments before you noticed his features slightly soften.

He looked down, sighing in what seemed like defeat. “I’m sorry, but… you know we can’t do this.”

Your eyes narrowed, you knew exactly what he was talking about. Finally showing some honesty. “You’ve made that clear.”

He stayed silent, his expression shifting into something more like longing.

Rolling your eyes, you prodded him further. “Why?”

“It’s a weakness they could use against us.”

“It’s not like they know.” “They could find out. They would eventually.”

You searched his eyes for something, as if you were looking for an answer to a question you hadn’t thought of yet. Why was he being so cautious, so seemingly overdramatic about this? You just can’t go back from what happened between you two. 

You didn’t want to. And if he was going to put you through all of this hell, you were going to give it right back to him.

You sighed deeply, resting an arm on your hip and the other on the door. The neckline of your nightdress left only a little to the imagination. You watched as In-ho traced the curve of your chest and shoulders with his eyes.

“Well, that’s too bad then,” you declared, like you were daring him to make a move. After a few tense, silent moments, you turned to go back to your bed. In-ho quickly grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Well, if they don’t know… then…”

You pouted. “They’ll find out eventually, won’t they?”

He rolled his eyes and gripped you tighter, prompting you to push him away. Instead, he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you against the wall. His head rested near yours, his breath hot on your ear. Though his sudden movement was shocking, your body immediately welcomed the warmth of his.

He seemed so forward and hesitant at the same time, his hands holding you tightly but seemingly keeping himself from going any further. You craved his touch, his kiss, but his close proximity yet lack of action made you frustrated. Your hands slowly made their way to his shoulders, rubbing softly, bringing your body closer to his.

He quickly grabbed your waist and pressed himself against you, his erection wholly apparent. Your mind immediately went to the night before and you moaned without thinking, setting In-ho off even further. He gripped the back of your head, pulling at your hair, and pushed your head into his shoulder, his lips ghosting over your neck. He grinded himself into you as you grasped at his arms and shoulders, begging for more from him.

All you wanted was more of him. And here he was, so pliable in your hands, likely willing to do whatever you wanted if you asked him nicely enough. Despite his concerns from before, which he seemed to not care about at all anymore. 

Was that his plan this whole time? Did he come up with some excuse to keep you emotionally far away but physically close? Could you even handle a solely physical relationship, and not only that but with your superior?

Your heart dropped and you pushed In-ho off of you. He looked at you confused, his face flushed intensely from alcohol and touching you. 

You looked down. “You can’t… you can’t just use me for sex then…”

He seemed even more confused now, in a stunned silence.

“I know you’re my boss and everything but-”

“That’s not… I’m not-”

“You don’t get to play around with me whenever you want, like a toy.” You looked him in the eye then, the hurt apparent on your face. His expression dropped, realizing the consequence of his foolishness. He nodded slowly and walked out, leaving you alone with a storm of emotions to deal with.

You quickly shut your door completely and got in bed, wanting to forget about everything that happened the past couple days. 

Hopefully you wouldn’t dream of him, as you often did.

~~~

The next day was pure torture. Not only were you exhausted from barely sleeping, but the weight of the conflict between you and In-ho felt physically burdensome on your body. Your mind was constantly being pulled in every direction - if you weren’t busying your mind with mindless work tasks, you were constantly subjected to a barrage of thoughts about him. How you felt so connected to him before, how he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, how he wanted you just as you wanted him.

How he tried to use you.

Should you even continue working for him? The thought crossed your mind a few times throughout the day. You definitely couldn’t continue like this. But you also couldn’t see yourself doing anything else, you didn’t want to. You took pride in your work and contributions. And a small part of you deep down still craved In-ho’s approval, though it bothered you to admit it to yourself.

After your busy day, you ventured from the remote location with In-ho and the Host of your Squid Game site. He had traveled to join you two in assisting the new location. The three of you arrived at your dinner reservation and settled in, finally relaxing.

After getting drinks and waiting for your food, it was clear to the Host that there was friction between you and In-ho. Your responses to each other, in the rare moments you spoke directly to each other, were sharp and short. The Host had been suspecting something was off all day, but it was apparent now at dinner.

He eyed both of you curiously. “Today couldn’t have been that bad. What’s with the miserable faces?”

Your face flushed in subtle embarrassment, worrying you came off as unprofessional. In-ho’s stoic expression seemed to freeze in time, giving no response. The awkwardness was almost unbearable.

The Host chuckled to himself. “What, is it a lover’s quarrel?”

In-ho’s eyes darted to the Host in shock, and your face flushed even more red. Oh god, how obvious was it? You hadn’t so much as kissed before two days ago and now the Host was teasing you about your relationship?

In-ho cleared his throat. “We aren’t lovers.”

The Host looked at him in slight disbelief. “Oh, it was that bad?”

You and In-ho simultaneously gave confused looks. The Host looked at you two back and forth incredulously. “Wait. You’re not…?”

“Not what?” In-ho asked.

“You weren’t a couple?”

Your heart seemed to beat a million beats at once as In-ho tensed up completely next to you. 

The Host laughed again, shaking his head. “I could’ve… We could’ve sworn that you two were together. I mean, you do everything together.”

In-ho’s jaw tensed visibly as he sipped his drink. All you wanted was to disappear. 

“I just thought, with the way you two act with each other… I mean, we thought it was obvious. Even brazen at times.”

Your eyes widened and you looked down in embarrassment, In-ho clearing his throat again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know we were giving that impression.”

“Don’t apologize, there’s nothing wrong with it. You can do what you want as long as your work is good.” He smiled, clearly relishing in how you and In-ho were squirming at his words. 

You could tell the Host was trying to lighten the mood, all but giving you and In-ho permission to be together. But instead of feeling excited, your heart dropped. If the Host was acting so casually about your relationship, why did In-ho think you two couldn’t be together? It made his flimsy excuse the night before seem even more like a lie. Obviously your suspicions were right about him. You wanted to be mad but all you could feel in that moment was a sad loneliness.

The mood seemed to shift more positively with In-ho and the Host, but you couldn’t put on a facade anymore. It was apparent the rest of the night that you were upset, but you stayed quiet. The Host gave you a few pitying looks, like he knew he just twisted the knife in the wound in your heart.

~~~

Once you arrived back in the suite, you immediately went to your room and shut the door, letting out a giant breath. It felt like the weight of the day was finally off your shoulders. You could’ve sworn you heard In-ho say something to you, but you couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him anymore. 

You changed and climbed into bed, attempting to calm and distract yourself with your phone. It worked for probably five minutes before your mind inevitably drifted to In-ho, your memories attempting to paint a picture of who he is to you but coming up short. As if he was reading your mind, a text notification from him appeared on your phone.

“We need to talk.”

You sighed, ignoring the text and continuing to scroll. 

“I know you’re on your phone.”

Ugh. Rolling your eyes, you attempted to come up with a response. What could you even say? You didn’t want to confront him right now but it was also painful to sit with so much unsaid.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

Fuck. Let’s just get this over with.

You put on your sweater over your nightdress and stepped outside. In-ho was in the kitchen, leaning on the counter, glass of whiskey in hand. He was dressed casually like before, glasses and everything. If that wasn’t enough to make you waver, the way he eyed you as you passed him and poured yourself a glass of wine made you even more weak.

He sighed. “I can tell you’re upset.”

“You’re very observant,” you stated, sipping from your glass.

“It wasn’t my intention to make you feel used.”

“Well, that’s kind of what happens when you try to use someone.”

His jaw clenched before he responded. “I wasn’t trying to use you.”

You scoffed. “What exactly does it mean when you want me one day and you don’t want me the next, then change your mind in your next breath?” 

He stayed silent as you continued. “Is that not using me?” You were beginning to get heated. “Who am I supposed to believe, the In-ho that wants me or the In-ho that doesn’t?”

He exhaled loudly. “I was just-”

“You know I do a lot for you, but I can’t do that. It’s not fair.” Your anger was quickly turning to tears that you desperately tried to keep in.

In-ho’s face dropped. He stepped towards you but you turned aside, away from him. You were angry and sad and embarrassed to be like this in front of him.

“Actually, it’s okay. It’s obvious you needed an excuse to keep a distance from me, you don’t have to explain yourself. Just stop changing your mind and confusing me.” Your head hung low as In-ho seemed to hover near you.

His heart broke. He gently held your shoulders, turning you towards him slowly.

“That’s not true.”

Tears silently flowed down your face as you listened.

“I didn’t know he would say that today. I didn’t know that it didn’t matter. I was just…” he sighed. “I was worried it would look bad and then you’d have to leave.”

You sniffled softly, wiping your face, still unable to bear looking up at him.

“I never wanted to keep a distance from you. You have no idea…” He gently caressed your face, wiping away some tears. “I need you to stay. I need you.”

Through teary eyes, you slowly looked up at him, as if you were trying to determine if he was really telling the truth.

He continued. “I thought I was doing the right thing pushing you away, but then I couldn’t stop myself. And now I’ve made you cry. I’m so sorry.” He pulled you close to him, his hand gently caressing the back of your head.

The smell of his cologne and clean clothes flooded your senses. With each word In-ho confessed, you felt your defenses weakening, your body unconsciously melting into his. But a part of you was still so scared this would be fleeting.

“Tell me this is real,” you said softly.

He sighed and held you tighter. “This is real, darling. Ever since I met you…” 

He continued as you felt your heart bursting at the seams. “I can’t live without you. Please stay. With me. I don’t care what happens, I don’t care if we have to run away. Just be with me.”

With his final words, you felt an immense weight release itself from your heart. You wrapped your arms around In-ho, nodding into his chest, too overwhelmed to speak. Tears fell once again, but this time out of relief.

He gently held your chin and tilted your head towards him, studying your face before softly kissing you. You immediately softened at the touch of his lips, responding with the same gentleness. He pulled away to wipe the rest of your tears away before leaning in for a deeper, more passionate kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as the kiss became more intense, feeling his arms move to your sides to pull your body closer to his. It was as if he had never touched you before, as if the other night was only a dream and this was real, this was the only thing that mattered anymore.

Your hands found their way into his hair, gently tugging, eliciting a quiet groan from his throat. He roughly grabbed your hips and lifted you on the counter, slotting himself between your legs as they naturally opened up to him. His hand pressed on your lower back, pushing you closer to him. 

The kiss was becoming more sloppy and heated as you both became more desperate for each other. His hands moved to your sides and pushed your sweater up and off of you, the revealing neckline of your nightdress now in view. Your back arched towards him, craving his warm touch. He broke from the kiss to look at you, his hands gently massaging your breasts. You could feel the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent, prompting you to grind on him before pulling him into a kiss again. 

Kissing him felt like breathing, like swimming to the surface of a deep, raging ocean and finally taking in a breath you’d been holding for far too long. Finally arriving to where you were meant to be.

He picked you up from the counter effortlessly, carrying you to his room as you giggled and laying you on his bed. His lips found yours again, like a lifeline. Your hands wrapped around the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. As you broke the kiss, you opened your eyes to see In-ho, illuminated by the warm light of the lamp in his room. You eyed his body, from his head to his waist, relishing in the new parts of him you could finally see.

He hovered over you, studying your face as you watched him. You seemed to be in a trance, only breaking your thoughts when you noticed him smirking at you. A blush spread across your face as he laughed before leaning down to kiss you. Your embarrassment faded quickly as he trailed his kisses down to your chest, slowly lowering himself to your hips.

He pushed your nightdress up, exposing your underwear. A soft hum left his throat as he spread his hands across your thighs, pushing your legs apart. His eyes ravaged your body, his hands caressing your warm skin.

He leaned in and pressed his face to your clothed core. “Can’t believe we left the lights off,” he huffed as he kissed around your inner thighs. You squirmed delightfully under his touch, your body aching for any sensation he could give.

He quickly pulled your underwear off and pressed his open mouth to your soaking wet core. You nearly yelped at the sudden feeling of his warm tongue tasting you, eagerly swirling around every sensitive nerve he touched. Your hips involuntarily twitched and arched upwards, pressing into him. He groaned loudly and sucked on your clit, increasing the speed of his tongue. The combination of sensations sent a delicious wave of pleasure through your body.

You grabbed his hair and pressed him further on you, chasing the intense pleasure he was giving you. His hand settled under his chin and his fingers began teasing your entrance. You gasped out loud, looking down. The sight of it almost sent you over the edge, beyond anything you’d ever felt before. 

“Oh god, please. Please.”

He wanted to tease you, play with you a little, but he couldn’t be bothered. He would do anything you asked in that moment. His fingers instantly entered you, and you moaned loudly. As his fingers pumped into you furiously, your hips bucked underneath him, only focused on chasing the high he was bringing you to. In the next moment you felt your orgasm come crashing down, your entire body nearly convulsing. Pleasure spread intensely from your core down to your legs, throughout your entire being, your mind starting to float above you in sheer bliss. 

In-ho released himself from you and grinned, observing your flushed face as you settled down. With one look at In-ho, you felt yourself get worked up again, leaning forward to grab his face and kiss him. He pushed you back and hovered over you again, his hands pushing your dress above and off of you. You caressed his sides and down to the bulge in his sweatpants, your mouth all but watering at feeling his cock in your hand. He groaned into your neck and quickly pushed his pants and underwear down together.

At the sight of his hard cock, you pushed him to his back next to you and leaned down to his waist, preparing to take him in your mouth. He sighed loudly and pulled you back to him, pushing your hips over his. 

“Next time, darling. I have to fuck you right now or I’ll lose it.”

Before you could find a response, he lined himself up with your entrance and thrust up into you, immediately groaning at your warmth enveloping him. Despite your orgasm earlier, your body responded to him quickly, indulging in the way he stretched you just enough to not be painful. His cock dragged along your walls deliciously, coaxing a stream of obscene noises from your mouth. In-ho watched you intensely as he pounded into you.

“You missed this, didn’t you?” he huffed below you, soft groans slowly leaving his mouth as he gradually lost more control of himself.

You whimpered, opening your eyes and seeing how he looked at you. The look on his face was beyond feral. With any other person you might’ve been scared at the way he seemed, almost angry, but it just made you melt. You could barely hold yourself up as he fucked you, holding on to your hips for support. 

“It’s okay, I know, darling. I know,” he cooed, pulling you to his chest as he continued pumping into you. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. Gonna give you so much of my cum you’ll be filled for days.”

Your walls fluttered around him, moaning uncontrollably at his filthy words. 

“You want that, don’t you? Want me to fill you up?”

It was almost becoming too much, you felt yourself almost having an out of body experience. Your mouth let out a stream of moans, your hands clutching to him for dear life. It felt so good, you simultaneously found yourself chasing another orgasm and wishing you could stay in that moment forever.

In-ho quickly grabbed your waist and pushed you to your back, barely stopping his thrusting as he did so, pushing your thighs up and outward. He moved with a deliberate roughness, like he knew he could do whatever he wanted to you. And you knew you’d let him. You couldn’t have been more open to him, more exposed. 

His thrusts seemed to quicken and stutter at the same time, and you could feel he was close just as you were. He grabbed your hand and brought it to your clit, growling above you. 

“Come on, darling, give it to me and I’ll give you everything.” He grabbed the back of your head and pushed it down, forcing you to watch him fuck you. “Do you want it?”

You cried out, swirling your fingers around your clit, feeling your orgasm approach quickly. “Oh god, fuck… fuck, I need it.”

“I’ll give you every, last…” he huffed above you, his thrusts becoming long and rough, “fucking… drop.”

With a few more intense thrusts, your orgasm exploded inside of you, every nerve ending in your body blooming in pleasure. Your juices gushed out of you, your sensitive flesh savoring the feeling, your body begging for In-ho to release inside of you. He continued thrusting into you, coaxing as much as he could out of you, before letting himself come undone, spilling himself into your aching cunt. He pressed himself unimaginably deep inside you, nearly grinding himself to get deeper. A loud, long guttural groan seemed to release from deep inside his body, the sound alone making you twitch on him. 

His breaths slowed and he gently rested his head on your shoulder before laying next to you. You both laid there in silence for a few moments, your emotions coming back to reality. In-ho watched you with adoring eyes. As good as you felt, a part of you still worried about how he would be now.

He seemed to sense what you were thinking and pulled you close to him. You were a little embarrassed, thinking he was doing this just to placate you.

“Your thoughts are so loud sometimes.”

You sighed and hid your head in his shoulder, too exhausted to say anything. 

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

You peeked up at him to see a slight smile on his face. He glanced at you, and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He stood up and turned to you, helping you stand up and leading you to the bathroom.

You showered together in silence, In-ho sensing that you were too overwhelmed for words. He cared for you with a touching gentleness, drying you off and helping you get dressed for bed. He led you back to his bed and you settled under the blankets together, cuddling on In-ho’s side. Just like you had been doing when you woke up the other night.

You sighed, finally feeling more relaxed. “You know, sleeping with you is like sleeping with a furnace.”

He laughed comfortably, a sound you rarely ever heard from him. “You seemed to like it the other night. You clung to me almost immediately.”

You softly gasped. Of course your body betrayed you.

He chuckled and rubbed his hand on your back. “I didn’t mind.”

Smiling, you sighed, thinking that despite all the mistakes you made that day, accidentally booking a one bed suite didn’t end up being so bad.

[dixons-sunshine]

Daryl Dixon x Pregnant!Reader headcannons

*GIF isn't mine*

Warnings: Sexual content, pregnancy (obviously), morning sickness.

Word count: 853.

A/n: Basically just a collection of things I think Daryl would do if his s/o was pregnant.

To the people who sent requests, thank you so much for them! I'll get started on them right away. And as always, my requests are open for any TWD requests!

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★The moment you told Daryl you were pregnant, he was scared and excited at the same time.

★Scared because he didn't know what parenthood would have in store for him (he was also scared he'd end up being like his father), but excited because he was starting a family with the love of his life—you.

★He'd be at your beck and call 24/7—he knew he had jobs to do around the community, but his girl and his unborn baby were his number one priority.

★Cravings? He'd make pantry runs for you. If the pantry didn't have what you wanted, he'd go on a run to find it for you, or send someone else to find it if you didn't want him to leave.

★If you were feeling clingy that day and didn't want him to leave your side, you best believe he'd stay practically glued to your side. The only exception would be if he was desperately needed for something extremely important, but if that wasn't the case? One wouldn't find him away from you.

★He would be so scared to have sex during your pregnancy. Even if you assured him multiple times that it wouldn't affect the baby in the slightest, he would still refuse. If you wanted pleasure, he'd eat you out like a starved man that's been denied a banquet for years, no problem, but full-blown sex is something he doesn't want to do; he doesn't want to hurt his little one.

★Daryl would be undeterred by your mood swings. Growing up with his father and brother, both of who's moods could change in a moment's notice, made him no stranger to sudden mood shifts. However, you were the love of his life and the mom of his unborn baby, so he treated your mood swings with more care and patience than he ever did with his father or brother. In his mind, your body was working overtime, so of course your emotions would be all over the place.

★Daryl would also be undeterred by your morning sickness. He was so used to being covered in blood and walker guts all the time that a bit of vomit would be the least of his worries.

★Daryl would pull your hair back and out of your face while you vomit, rubbing one of his hands over your back in gentle movements.

★Daryl would love laying his head on your baby bump. He'd place gentle kisses on your stomach while your hands softly tread through his hair, all the while wondering how he got so lucky with you, and how the two of you would be starting a family soon—something that he never would've thought he'd do before the apocalypse and before he met you—before he'd fall asleep on your stomach.

★Daryl would be the type of guy who'd think you look absolutely stunning during your pregnancy. Daryl always thought you looked beautiful, no matter what, but there was something about seeing you glow while your stomach continued to gradually grow as your and his baby grew that made you even more beautiful to him.

★That being said, if anybody even so much as looked at you wrong during your pregnancy, Daryl wouldn't hesitate to put them in their place. Nobody was allowed to degrade you ever, and especially not while you were carrying a life the two of you created in you.

★Daryl would outright refuse to let you do any hard work. He knew that he couldn't stop you from helping out at all (a guy could dream), but he refused to let you do any heavy lifting or anything that would exhaust you too much. Yours and your baby's safety was his number one priority, and he wouldn't let anything happen to you just because some people in the community couldn't pick up some extra work.

★Daryl wouldn't let you talk down on yourself. With your growing stomach came the inability to fit into any of your clothes, and with that came insecurity, but he'd always go out of his way to make sure you knew that there was nothing wrong with you or your body. You were perfect to him.

★Your clothes don't fit you anymore? Wear his. There's just something in him that loves seeing his clothes on his woman while she's pregnant with his baby. It drives him crazy in a good way.

★If there was an ultrasound available and the two of you went to yours, Daryl would tear up a little bit when he saw his little one for the first time. He'd take your hand in his and when the doctor left, he'd give you gentle, loving kisses.

★“Look at tha'. There's our baby, our lil' one.”

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I'll come back and add on once I think of more.

[jenosbigtoe]

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: lee jeno x reader x na jaemin

warnings: everyone here is a freak, recording of sexual activities, unprotected sex, blowjobs, backshots

jeno and jaemin love sluts. absolutely fucking loooovveee sluts. especially the dumb ones, the slutty bimbos that don’t know anything but dick.

when jeno showed up wearing an “i ❤️ sluts” shirt to a hangout with the guys, jaemin got a matching “i ❤️ sluts more” shirt to wear with him.

and when you strutted in front of them so obliviously, wearing the shortest pink plaid mini skirt they’d ever seen with a glorified little crop top (it was really just a little piece of tight fabric stretched over your tits) that had your red lacy bra peeking through, they knew they had to have you.

they gave each other a silent look of communication as you had your back turned and played 3 rounds of rock paper scissors without saying a word. jeno won best 2 out of 3, making jaemin curse and punch the air. jeno smirked and walked over to you, pressing a hand to the small of your back and whispering lowly into your ear.

“hey, sweet cheeks. haven’t seen you around here before,” he flirted.

you turned to face whomever had just put his hands on you, feeling hot in the face when you saw that it was one of sexiest men you had ever seen. “uh-“ you rubbed your legs together, which jeno did not miss.

“name’s jeno. what’s your name, baby?” his face was so close to yours that you could count the eyelashes on his eyes.

“y-y/n,” you stuttered. “what are you-“

he shushed you. “y/n, how about you let me take you out sometime, hm?”

he was giving you backshots later that night, recording himself clapping your cheeks on snapchat to send to jaemin. you had fat tears streaming down your face, leaving a trail of messy black mascara. the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and wet squelching filled the room, along with repetitive creaks of the bed and your loud sobs of pleasure.

“f-fuck!! jeno please harder! more more more!” you cried out, gripping the sheets of his bed tightly with balled up fists. his hips were pounding into you at such a fast and deep rate, heaving balls slapping against your clit, leaving your mind a fuzzy and jumbled mess.

jeno held your squirming hips flush to his body using his insane strength. “fucking slut. you like that huh?” he gave a particularly hard thrust that had him bottoming out inside your cunt. “you like getting fucked like this by a guy you just met, huh?”

you were too fucked out to give a response. your drooling cunt leaked and spasmed around jeno’s insanely thick and veiny cock, causing him to groan and smack your ass.

all these videos jeno sent to jaemin had him feeling major fomo. he knew you were a fucking slut that gave it up easy, so you wouldn’t mind taking one more cock tonight, huh?

he let himself into jeno’s apartment, stripped himself of all his clothes, and entered jeno’s bedroom unannounced. he stroked his hard cock at the lewd sight of jeno fucking you like a madman from behind, while you were left sobbing and could barely keep your eyes open. jeno was the first to notice the uninvited visitor and smirked at him.

“got tired of seeing it through the screen and wanted a taste of the real thing huh?” jeno leaned over and grabbed your face to make you look at his best friend. “y/n this is jaemin, my best friend. you wanna show him how good this pussy is?”

you were too fucked out to even register what was going on, why there was some stranger watching as you were getting your back blown out and wanting to join in. so you just nodded your head dumbly and let jeno’s thrusts take over your mind and body.

“god she’s such a slut. okay with anything as long as she gets cock, huh?” jaemin groaned, tilting his head back and giving his cock a few hard pumps before crawling on the bed.

he positioned himself right in front of your mouth, which was hanging open dumbly from how hard you were getting fucked from behind.

“open wide, sweetheart,” he smacked your face with his cock a few times before rubbing the tip on your lips. “i’ve already missed out on so much of the fun.”

yeah, jeno and jaemin love sluts and you were their new favorite toy to play with.

[lemoncrushh]

The 2016 Blurbs

These are the rest of my writings from 2016. Each blurb is less than 1k words, so I decided to just combine them into one post.

Some of these are angsty, some fluffy, and some just plain silly. There is only one with sexual content and it's in Harry's POV. Please take these for what they are. I do not consider these anywhere close to my best writing lol (though I have always been proud of the Pumpkins & Princesses one).

We're Not Fine based on a prompt, sad, 642 words

You sniffed as you stared up at your ceiling, waiting for Harry to call you back.

For weeks you'd felt like you were drifting apart. You didn't see him as often as you used to, your conversations were cut short, and even his texts seemed vague and uninterested. You'd experienced this kind of behavior before. Eventually the guy would stop communicating with you altogether and you knew it was over. You hoped to hell this wasn't going to happen with Harry.

I think we should talk

That was the text you'd sent him earlier that day.

Okay, he'd texted back. What do you wanna talk about?

Us

He'd waited a while to respond, making you anxious.

I'll call you later. We can talk then.

You'd blown it. You knew it deep down in your soul. You backtracked in your mind trying to recall every little detail, every thing you might have done to make him not want you anymore. Maybe you didn't show him enough that you cared. Or maybe you smothered him. Maybe he wanted space and you hadn't given him enough.

As another tear fell from your eye, you heard your phone ring.

"Hi," you said when you answered it.

"Hey." He didn't really sound excited to talk to you. Just from that one word you got the idea that he wasn't in the mood and wanted to get this, whatever this was, over with.

"What are you doing?" you choked, deciding to make small talk to prolong the inevitable.

"Nothing really. Just ate dinner."

"Oh." You swallowed hard, trying to think of something else to say. "You've been pretty busy, yeah?"

"Yeah," Harry replied. "And I'll be busy for a while."

You cringed like you'd just been slapped. That was a brush off if you'd ever heard one. You shut your eyes and wiped the tears from your cheeks. Then taking a deep breath, you let it out slowly.

"I miss you," you finally admitted.

Silence. Harry's line was quiet until you heard him sigh. He wasn't going to say it back. The truth hit you in the chest. You began to sob softly.

"We're fine, Harry," you muttered. "Please tell me we're fine."

"We're not fine."

Shit.

"What happened?" you asked.

"Nothing happened," he said, enunciating the word. "It's not one thing."

You took a shaky breath. "What did I do? Tell me."

"Baby..." Harry sighed.

You wanted to scream at him, but you felt like your throat was closing up.

"You didn't do anything," he added.

"Is...is there someone else?" You bit your lip, afraid to hear the answer.

"No."

"Great," you mumbled sarcastically. "Just great."

You almost wished there was someone else. At least you'd have something and someone to blame other than yourself.

"What do you mean?" Harry inquired.

"I'm just...I'm not good enough for you."

"Baby, no. Please don't think that."

"Stop calling me baby!" you finally managed to yell.

Harry was quiet again for a minute. "I'm trying to tell you it's not your fault. Or anything you did. We've just grown apart."

You tried to hold back the tears that were welling in your eyes, but it was getting more and more difficult.

"Haven't you noticed it too?" Harry added softly. "I know you have."

"I'd hoped I was wrong," you admitted.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Yeah...me too."

"I still care a lot about you."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at the ceiling. "Sure."

"I mean it," said Harry. "But...you don't have to believe me."

You laid in silence again until you decided it was time.

"I guess this is it, then. Goodbye, Harry."

"Bye, [Y/N]. I really am sorry."

"Yeah."

Before you could change your mind, you pressed the button to disconnect the call. Dropping the phone next to you, you finally let yourself cry.

Bad Dream sad + fluffy, 859 words

The house was dark. You could barely see two feet in front of you, let alone find your way to the wall to reach the light switch.

"Harry?" you called out, but you got no reply.

You tiptoed slowly until you reached the staircase. Feeling along the wall, you finally found the switch, but no light shown when you flipped it. You cursed under your breath, your heart racing with anxiety. You hated being alone in the dark.

Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, you felt for the banister, pulling yourself up the first step, then the second and third. It seemed as though the staircase was never ending, but finally you reached the top. This time you knew you had to find some source of light. But as you turned and faced the right side of the landing, you heard a sound.

"Harry?" you called out once more, only this time your voice sounded different - strained and unfamiliar.

Taking a step forward, you heard the sound again. Curiosity and adrenaline fueling you, you began to walk faster, no longer afraid of the darkness. Reaching a door at the end of the hall, your hand found the knob and turned it slowly. You felt like your heart was in your throat, beating so loudly you could barely breathe. Easing the door open however, the sight you saw made your heart drop to the floor.

"Wh-wha-what?" you stammered, unable to get a full sentence out.

You couldn't see the girl he was with, a faceless woman, but it didn't matter. It was another woman nonetheless.

"H-Harry?" you choked.

Turning his body to face you, he gave you a look of contempt.

"Oh. Hey," he said with no feeling whatsoever. His tone was cold as stone. You thought you might throw up.

"What are you doing?" you asked stupidly, knowing exactly the answer to your question.

Harry chuckled, his bare chest shaking. He raised a brow as his hand slid down the back of the faceless woman that clung to him.

"Exactly what it looks like," he replied, not trying to deny a thing. You almost wished he would so you could call him on it.

You felt the bile rise to your throat, swallowing hard to push it down. Your hands balled into fists at your sides, your body shaking with a mixture of sobs and anger.

"You asshole!" you shouted before turning around and running for the stairs.

You half expected him to run after you, but he didn't. Although tears obstructed your vision, you managed to find the staircase. Your body continued to shake as you heard yourself cry out his name.

"Harrryyyyyy!!!"

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your arm, shaking you.

"Baby..." you heard someone say faintly. It sounded really far away. You blinked your eyes open, trying to focus. Where were you?

"Baby, you were dreaming," the voice said louder.

"Harry?" you turned over, grasping at his chest. "Oh my god, Harry!"

Wrapping his arms around you as you cried, he kissed the top of your head.

"Oh love, it's okay," he cooed. "You had a nightmare."

"Please don't leave me," you whined, your body still shaking as you buried your head in his chest.

"What? What are you talking about?"

You continued to sob, thinking about the horrible dream. It had felt so real. How could anything so awful feel so real?

"Please..." you repeated. "I love you so much."

"Oh, baby," Harry murmured, "Look at me."

Swallowing hard, you lifted your head. His handsome face shown only concern, no sign of the hateful look he'd given you in your nightmare. But the memory still shook you to the core.

"I love you, too," he said as he stared into your eyes. "Now what's this all about?"

"I don't know," you sniffed. "I just had the most horrible dream."

"Obviously," he narrowed his eyes, sliding his hands under your ears. He gently wiped away the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. "Wanna talk about it?"

You shook your head vigorously. "No. It's too unbearable to repeat."

The idea that someone you were madly in love with and who was supposed to love you back could act the complete opposite was the last thing you wanted to experience. Even if it had been just a bad dream, there was no way you think about it again.

Harry nodded, placing a soft kiss on your nose. "Okay. We don't have to relive it."

He kissed your lips then, making you sigh, slowly beginning to feel relaxed.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked. "Water?"

"I just want you to hold me," you muttered.

The corners of his mouth curled up into his signature smile as you felt him pull you closer. "You got it."

Resting your head on his chest, you breathed in his scent, a beautiful calm coming over you. You kissed his skin softly, bringing your hand next to your head.

"It's okay," Harry said again, his fingers raking up your back.

His breath tickled your hair as you listened to his heartbeat, soothing you until you fell into a deep slumber.

What If It Stinks? based on a prompt, super corny, 562 words

You pushed the door to your apartment open with your elbow, juggling bags of groceries. You'd just spent two glorious weeks away with Harry, so you'd stopped at the store on the way home, knowing your refrigerator and cabinets needed restocking. After running a couple errands of his own, Harry was going to meet you at your place for dinner.

Placing the bags on the counter, you began to unload your groceries. Halfway through the second bag, you heard a knock on the door, alerting you of Harry's arrival.

"Hey, don't I know you?" you teased, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him.

"I think I've seen you somewhere," he smirked. "Was just a couple hours ago, right?"

Pulling him inside, you shut the door behind him.

"You're just in time to help me put all this away," you said.

"Oh, fun," he remarked sarcastically, following you into the kitchen.

You handed him a bag for him to get started on while you continued unloading the contents of your bag.

"Um...babe?" you heard Harry ask.

You turned to see him standing with the fridge door open, his head dipped to look inside.

"Yeah?" you inquired.

Harry crinkled his nose. "Did you clean this out before you left?"

"Before we left for our trip? I think so. Why?"

Coming to stand next to him, you watched him lift his hand and point. "What's that?"

You felt your stomach churn when you looked at the container. "Oh no," you grimaced.

"What is it?" Harry repeated as you grabbed the aluminum foil covered baking dish and pulled it out, setting it on the counter.

"Salmon," you groaned.

"That's been in there for two weeks?"

You nodded, feeling the color rise to your cheeks. "Damn."

Harry made a noise behind you like he was gagging.

"I guess I forgot," you admitted shyly.

Cringing, you slowly began to lift the aluminum foil before stopping and looking back at Harry. He already had his hands covering his mouth and nose.

"What if it stinks?" you asked.

"Don't worry, it will," he replied, his voice muffled.

You cursed under your breath again as Harry grabbed one of the grocery bags and held it open for you.

"Toss it in here," he told you.

Lifting the foil once more, you ripped it off the dish like a Band Aid. Then as you held your breath, you emptied the soiled fish into the bag.

"Ewwww!" you exclaimed, practically dancing on your tip toes as your flailed your arms.

"That's foul," Harry added, tying the bag closed and dropping it into your trash can. "We can't leave this in here."

"I guess I should take it to the dumpster," you said.

"I'll do it."

You watched as Harry grabbed your trash and headed out the door, a look of disgust on his face. Still completely embarrassed and annoyed with yourself, you got to work scrubbing the baking dish, using more dish soap than would normally be required.

Once it was clean, you started putting the rest of your groceries away, though the stench still lingered in the air. You called yourself every stupid name in the book before Harry returned.

"Ugh," he sounded as she shut the door. "That was awful."

"I'm so sorry," you muttered.

"No worries," he said. "But let's fumigate this place and go out to eat instead."

I Swear I'm Not Scared based on a prompt, fluffy, 649 words

Harry's face seemed to glow in the moonlight as you stood next to him, your fingers intertwined. Although he looked out at the ocean, you couldn't seem to peel your eyes away from him.

You'd been dating for a while, but lately you'd started getting the feeling that things were moving forward, that they were getting serious. Your heart nearly beat out of your chest every time he looked at you. Something was different in his eyes, and you'd begun to wonder if he might be getting to close to saying those three words.

Catching you staring at him out of the corner of his eye, he turned and grinned at you.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice deep and calm.

You shook your head. "Nothing."

"That's your response every time I ask you," he joked. "I reckon you need to come up with something else."

You felt yourself blush, grateful that the night kept it from being obvious. You shrugged, trying to play it off.

"Just like being here with you," you said.

Sliding his hands on your waist, Harry pulled you closer.

"Me too," he whispered before lowering his mouth onto yours.

Just like every kiss before, your stomach flipped and you felt a warm sensation all over. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him back hungrily, a spark igniting every time your tongue met his.

When you finally broke from the kiss, Harry's gaze burned into yours, his eyelids heavy.

"[Y/N]," he murmured, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Yes?" you asked breathlessly.

"I..."

Oh God, was he going to say it? You practically held your breath as you waited for him to finish his sentence. You watched him swallow hard before taking a deep breath of his own and letting it out slowly.

"I hope you're feeling what I'm feeling," he finally spoke.

"What are you feeling, Harry?" you blinked.

Harry chuckled nervously, his hands running up your back. The ocean breeze whipped his hair and you lifted a hand to tuck a strand behind his ear.

"I feel myself falling for you, [Y/N]," he admitted softly.

Staring into his eyes, his expression was completely serious now. You knew he was waiting for you to speak, but you weren't sure what to say exactly. You lowered your gaze to the cross laying on his chest, focusing on it before you heard him clear his throat.

"Don't get quiet on me, baby," he said. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"Um..." you stammered, your body suddenly shaking. Harry noticed, rubbing your arms when you dropped them.

"You feel it too, don't you?" he inquired softly.

You weren't sure why you were trembling so. It wasn't like you hadn't been thinking the same thing. Of course felt it too. But you'd felt it before, and had gone through enough heartbreak.

"Falling on love is so frightening," you finally muttered, looking down at your hands.

"It can be," Harry stated, sliding his hand under your ear, making you lift your head to look up at him. "But I've been feeling this for a while now. And...I swear, I'm not scared."

Your face lit up at his words. "Really?

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

You bit your lip, gripping the hem of his shirt in your fists. You felt your body relax as you allowed your chest to press against him. His hands cupped your face as he gazed into your eyes.

"Fall with me, love," he pleaded. "I'll catch you."

Sliding your hands up his chest again, you nodded. He pulled you into a deep kiss, his fingers tangled in your hair. You tasted the salt air on his tongue as the tide rolled in, tickling the sand across your toes. It was the perfect moment, the perfect kiss.

When you finally let him go to look at his face, you knew.

"Okay," you whispered.

Cheated angsty + sad (obviously), i believe the prompt was "what a shocker, you have an excuse", 751 words

"You were with someone else that night, weren't you?" you choked.

Harry had seemed distant to you for a while now, and you'd suspected that there had been another woman. One particular evening you had tried calling and texting him, receiving no reply. Even the next day when you'd finally gotten a hold of him, his words were short as though he was trying to hide something. You'd decided to brush it off, giving him the benefit of the doubt, especially after he'd told you he just wasn't feeling well and wanted to be alone and catch up on some sleep.

Harry glared at you for a moment before looking at the ground. You knew then that your suspicions had been correct. Still, his next words were harsh and felt like a knife twisting in your heart.

"Yeah," he muttered, "I cheated."

You stood frozen, unable to move. You wondered how you were still breathing. Harry's confession crushed you to the bone. Surely this wasn't happening. It had to be a dream.

You tried to move your lips, to make out a word or two, but you couldn't seem to get out anything past a "wha."

"I'm sorry," Harry finally added. "I didn't mean to."

You raised your eyebrows, finally finding your voice.

"Didn't mean to?"

"Yeah," he shoved his hands in his pockets. "I didn't mean for it to happen."

"Why do people always say that?" you threw up your arms. "Nobody means to cheat. They don't go out thinking 'I'm gonna find some girl to screw, I really feel like cheating tonight.' It doesn't happen like that, Harry."

He stared at you, swallowing hard. "You're right," he nodded. "I'm sorry."

You wanted to tell him to shut up, to scream at him, to tell him to go to hell. But you remained silent for what seemed like eons, watching him pull his hands out of his pockets, run his fingers through his hair, scratch his face, and shove his hands back in his pockets again. He was nervous. As he should be.

"Who is she?" you finally whispered. When he opened his mouth, you lifted a hand. "No. Never mind. I don't wanna know."

Grabbing your bag and swinging it over your shoulder, you mumbled a curse word under your breath as you turned for the door.

"Wait!" Harry called after you. "Where are you going?"

Swinging the door open, you didn't bother to look back.

"Where the fuck do you think I'm going? I'm out of here."

You walked outside toward your car that you'd parked out front. You hadn't realized Harry had followed you until you opened the car door and tossed your bag inside.

"At least hear me out," he said, making you jump.

"Hear you out?" you asked incredulously, turning to face him.

Harry nodded. "Let me explain what hap-"

"Oh what a shocker," you threw up your hands. "You have an excuse."

Harry stared at you again, his mouth a tight line.

"Let's hear it then," you rolled your eyes. "Do tell!"

He dropped his shoulders, his eyes on the ground again. You swallowed back the tears that had begun to rise in your throat, just wanting to get this over with. When Harry stayed silent, you spoke again.

"I'm waiting."

He lifted his head to look at you then, a pathetic plea for sympathy on his face.

"Let's see if I can help you," you began. "You were drunk, she was all over you, giving you attention and you liked it. You succumbed to her advances, even though you were thinking about me the whole time. You regretted it afterwards, wanting so bad to call me and hear my voice, but you felt guilty and afraid."

Harry gazed past you, no longer able to make eye contact.

"Something like that," he muttered.

"Give me a break," you rolled your eyes again.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Stop!" you shook your head. "Just...stop."

You turned and climbed into the car.

"Baby, I-"

"Bye, Harry," you interrupted, no longer interested anything else that fell from his lips. "Don't call me."

Slamming the door, you turned the key in the ignition. As you drove away, you watched him in your rearview mirror, standing in his front yard. You weren't sure how long he stood there after you turned the corner, nor did you care. You wiped away a single tear that had escaped down your cheek, the only one you were willing to let fall over him.

You've Gone to the Bathroom Fifty Times Today based on a prompt, fluffy, 858 words

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your dress and smoothing out the fabric with your hands.

"You look beautiful," you heard from behind you.

You grinned in the mirror as Harry came up and wrapped his arms around your waist. You lightly brushed the backs of his hands with your fingertips as you leaned into his body. Feeling him hum against your neck, you suddenly felt a twitch. You threaded your fingers through his, pulling his hands away from you.

"Be right back," you said.

"Again?" he frowned, dropping his arms.

"Sorry," you called as you hurried to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

As flushed the toilet, you replayed the scenario in your head. The moment you would tell him. How you would tell him. You'd had it sorted out for the past week. You thought you had it down, that everything would work out smoothly, without a hitch.

Only today you'd started feeling incredibly nervous. You were worried that he'd started to catch on. You'd made so many trips to the bathroom, surely he had to think something was up.

You heard a knock on the door then, making you jump.

"Babe!" Harry called from the other side. "We're gonna be late if we don't leave now."

"Okay!" you answered. "I'm coming."

After you washed your hands and touched up your lipstick, you felt it again. Then you shook your head and opened the door. Harry cocked a brow as he looked at you in question.

"You alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine," you nodded, grabbing your clutch from the bed that matched your shoes. "What time are we supposed to be there?"

"Twenty minutes," he replied.

You sighed, knowing you would probably be at least ten minutes late as it was. All because of you.

"Let's go," you muttered, following him out of the bedroom.

The dinner party was already in full swing when you arrived, just like you'd anticipated. You cursed under your breath as Harry lead you through the doors to the dining room, his hand on the small of your back.

"It's okay," he assured you as he whispered in your ear.

The fortunate thing about your tardiness was that you'd missed cocktails. You had already decided you would politely decline when offered any, but at least now you could just sit down and not have to awkwardly mingle with a glass of water in your hand.

Ten minutes into the meal, however, you stood and excused yourself. This time Harry gave you a quizzical look, but you didn't have time to explain before rushing to the toilet. You did manage to hear him say that you'd been under the weather, no doubt trying to give his own assumption to the other guests.

You hated this. This was supposed to be a wonderful, magical night. It was only a couple hours before you were going to tell him. But you hadn't anticipated feeling like crap.

Finally cleaning up, splashing a bit of cool water on your face, you opened the bathroom door to see Harry leaning against the wall.

"What are you doing out here?" you inquired.

"Checking on you," he said. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, giving a tight-lipped smile. "Sure."

"You've gone to the bathroom fifty times today."

You chuckled nervously. "Fifty? That's a lot."

"C'mon, love," Harry urged, pushing himself off the wall with his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you shrugged. "Just been drinking a lot of water. Makes me have to go."

He stepped closer to you, reaching for your hands. Then he gazed into your eyes, making you melt and breaking your defenses like he was always so good at doing.

"Do you have something to tell me?" he asked softly.

You swallowed hard, looking down at your joined hands. Harry's thumbs ran across your knuckles, silently urging you to speak.

"Wh-what might that be?" you stumbled.

When Harry didn't reply, you lifted your eyes again. His seemed to be twinkling, though his mouth had yet to curve into a smile.

"Baby, are you..."

Though he didn't finish his sentence, you knew precisely what he was asking. You bit your lip as you felt the tears begin to well in your eyes. Harry's face lit up then at the unspoken confirmation.

"You are?" he choked.

Still unable to speak, you nodded silently.

A smile now spreading across his face, Harry cupped yours in his hands before placing a tender kiss on your lips.

"I'm so happy," he half laughed, half cried against your mouth.

This wasn't the way you had planned to tell him, in the middle of the hallway at a dinner party. But seeing him so completely giddy with the knowledge, you couldn't have picked a better time or place.

"Let me hear you say it," he sighed.

"Say it?"

You looked into his eyes again which were now utterly dancing, and you knew what he meant. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his nose.

"I'm pregnant, Harry. I'm having your baby."

Harry giggled with glee before resting his forehead against yours.

"Our baby," he whispered. "You're having our baby."

Shower in Harry's POV, 560 words

I turned on the shower, stepping back to allow the water to heat up and flow freely as I undressed. Every muscle in my body ached from my neck to the balls of my feet. This film was taking a lot of out of me, but I never complained. I knew how lucky I was.

The bathroom filled with steam, clearing my nostrils and fogging up the mirror. Stepping underneath the nearly scalding water, I dropped my head, allowing the stream to hit my shoulder blades. The water immediately darkened beneath my feet, the mud from the day's scene dissolving and running down my back. I felt my muscles loosen, the tightness easing slowly from the water pressure.

I leaned my head back then in order for the shower to wet my hair before turning around and doing the same with my face. Shutting my eyes, I exhaled deeply as the water flowed down my chest. I wasn't sure if I'd ever been so exhausted, even after a day filled with interviews or a concert where I'd deliberately given my all because I'd been under the weather. I felt like I could collapse on my massive hotel bed and not wake up until the morning. And after this shower, I planned to do just that.

Once I was satisfied with the removal of all mud and dirt, I turned around once more, reaching for the shampoo. I washed my hair gingerly, half chuckling to myself that it had been nearly three months and I was still using too much shampoo, temporarily forgetting that I no longer had long curls. After rinsing my hair, I grabbed the soap. That was when I noticed it. My semi-erection. Shit.

It wasn't like I was turned on. A man doesn't really need inspiration to get hard. Sometimes it just happens. I tried to ignore it as I lathered my body with soap, the suds forming on my arms and chest. When my hand slid down to my stomach, however, I saw my dick twitch and felt a burning desire I hadn't been prepared for. Dropping the soap in the dish, I let my right hand roam down and encircle my cock which was now fully erect. My hand slid up and down the shaft a few times as I watched the precum collect at the tip. Biting my lip, my left hand held up the shower wall next to me, the shower stream still beating against my back.

Fuck, I cursed as I began to pump faster, the mix of friction and slipperiness doing me in. My thumb grazed across the head of my cock repeatedly and I heard myself let out a deep groan. My chest rose and fell with each quick breath.

I swallowed hard as I felt myself get close. Then with barely two more jerks of my wrist, I came, a guttural moan escaping my throat.

My mouth fell open as I tried to get my bearings and catch my breath. Then standing up straight, I grabbed the soap once again, finishing the rest of my shower.

When I stepped out into the steam-filled bathroom, wrapping a towel around my waist, my eyelids were heavier than ever. Opening the door, I dropped the towel and collapsed onto the bed.

I don't think I'd ever had such a good night's sleep.

Pumpkins & Princesses fluffy, 850 words

Your eyes popped open to near darkness, the only light seeming to come from the hallway, underneath the door. You groaned, rolling over, your hand reaching out but feeling nothing but mattress on Harry's side of the bed.

"Baby?" you called out, your voice groggy from sleep.

When no answer came, you sat up, turning on the bedside lamp. You were indeed alone in your room.

With a confused pout, you tossed the sheets aside, climbing out of bed. Nearing the doorway, you thought you heard voices. Your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the door, noticing that the light was coming from your little girl's room.

Stepping into the hallway, you heard a giggle, followed by the sound of Harry's voice.

"Look for the bare necessities, the simple bare necessities..."

Stopping in your tracks, you sucked in your lips. Tiptoeing very slowly, you crept to your daughter's bedroom door which was cracked open and peeked inside. Harry was dancing around the room, a stuffed animal in each hand as he sang the song from The Jungle Book. You covered your mouth with your hands to keep from giggling. When he'd finished the song, he knelt down next to the bed.

"Do another one, Daddy," your daughter demanded.

"Alright," said Harry, choosing several more toys and lining them up.

"Heigh-Ho, Heigh-Ho, it's home from work we go..."

Your child continued to giggle as Harry made the dolls bounce on the bed while he sang and whistled. For the last four years watching Harry interact with or show affection to your daughter always lit you up inside. But this...this had to be the best thing you'd ever witnessed.

You continued to stand in the hallway, not wanting to interrupt the father-daughter bond they were having. Harry continued his Disney sing-along with "I Just Can't Wait To Be King", going directly into "Hakuna Matata".

"It means no worries, for the rest of your days..." he sang.

Your daughter was bouncing on her bed, trying her best to sing along. You almost lost it when she mispronounced "philosophy", biting your lip to keep from laughing.

"Alright pumpkin," breathed Harry when the song was finished. "You need to get to sleep now."

"One more, Daddy!" she whined, defiantly lying back in her bed as Harry covered her with the blanket.

"It's late, love," he argued. "Way past your bedtime."

"Pleeeease!" she begged.

Harry sighed. "One more. But it's gonna be a slow one to calm you."

Your child beamed up at her father, the same dimple in her cheek. "Okay."

"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat..." Harry began the first phrase of "Part of Your World".

"Daddy!" your daughter exclaimed.

"What?"

"That's a princess song!"

"So?" Harry shrugged. "I can sing a princess song."

"You're not a princess though," she giggled.

Harry's eyes widened, feigning offense. "Yes I am."

You turned your head, once again trying to keep your composure so they wouldn't find out you were eavesdropping.

Your little girl giggled harder. "I thought I was a princess."

"Okay, then," Harry nodded. "I'm singing a princess song to you."

"Okay," she finally agreed, shutting her eyes.

Harry continued the song, ending after the first chorus.

"I'm not sure I know the rest, pumpkin," he whispered, giving his little girl a kiss on the nose.

"Mummy does," she said.

"Hmm," Harry nodded. "Mummy knows a lot of things."

"Yes," your daughter agreed. "She's a princess too."

Harry chuckled. "That she is."

"She's like Ariel," she added with a yawn. You could tell she was fading.

"Your mum's a mermaid?" Harry raised a brow.

"Uh huh. Like the one on your arm."

"Ah, I see."

"She's magic."

Harry patted your daughter's head, giving her one last kiss on her forehead.

"I'll agree with you there, kid."

When you saw Harry rise from the floor, you quickly ran back to your bedroom. As you crawled back into bed, you realized your cheeks were wet with tears. You swiftly wiped them away with the back of your hand just as Harry emerged from the hallway.

"Hey," he said softly. "What are you doing up?"

You bit your lip, but it was all you could do to keep from crying again.

"Baby..." he cooed, crawling onto the bed next to you. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you shook your head vigorously. "Nothing's wrong at all. Everything is absolutely perfect."

Harry gazed into your eyes for a moment before pulling you to him in a tight hug. Your head fell on his shoulder as you embraced him.

"I love you so much," you declared in his ear.

"I love you, too," he echoed before pulling back to look at you again. "You sure you're okay?"

A smile spread across your face as you nodded. "Never better."

Harry cupped your face in his hands, giving you a tender kiss. Just as your lips separated, his own grew into a smirk.

"You heard me singing Disney songs, didn't you?"

You giggled, giving him a quick peck. "Yes, I did. And it was the best thing I've ever heard in my life."

The Lilac Jumper fluffy, 833 words

"I'm gonna miss you," you whispered.

"I'll miss you more," he said.

Pulling you into a tight embrace, you inhaled the scent of him as your nose pressed against his sweater. His favorite purple sweater, or as he called it, his lilac jumper. To you it smelled like lavender, though that may have just been a mental association you tied to it because of its shade.

"Please don't forget me," you teased.

"C'mon, love, how could I forget you?" Harry's voice vibrated through his chest.

You raised your head to look up at him, his eyes dancing, his dimple dipped in his cheek. You returned his smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"All those adoring fans," you continued, "how can I compare?"

Harry's smile faded as he took your face in his hands.

"I love you," he said.

Your eyes blinked several times as you stared at him. Harry had yet to declare his love for you, although several times you'd thought he was going to say it, only to be left a bit disappointed when he didn't.

"Wh- really?"

Harry nodded. "Yes."

Color rose to your cheeks as your smile grew.

"I love you, too," you practically cheered.

Harry lowered his mouth to yours, kissing you passionately. His hands slid to the back of your head, your hair threading through his fingers. His lips were soft, yet firm as he kissed you with fervor. You must have stood there for several minutes until you heard his phone ring in his back pocket.

"Sorry, love," he muttered, separating from your lips. "I have to go."

You felt horrible. It wasn't that time of the month, but you had horrible stomach cramps and a headache that hadn't gone away in two days. You weren't sure if it wasn't something you ate or not. But after throwing up for the third time today, you finally resolved to taking a shower and sipping on a cup of tea.

When you got out of the shower, you returned to the bedroom, feeling a little bit better, knowing you needed to get something in your tummy. Your body shook from the cool temperature in the house, and as you rummaged through your drawers to find something comfortable to put on, you remembered.

With a sigh, you opened your bottom drawer, pulling out Harry's purple sweater. You brought it to your nose, taking a deep sniff. Yep, lavender. You pulled it over your head, shoving your arms through the sleeves, then grabbed a pair of black leggings. Leaving your hair damp, you sauntered into the kitchen to make the tea, then sat on the sofa with your phone.

It was just about time for Harry to FaceTime you.

Sipping on your tea, you grabbed a nearby throw and covered yourself with it. You scrolled through a few emails and instagram pics on your phone until you saw Harry's name commanded the screen, requesting a FaceTime call.

"Hi, baby," you said meagerly.

"Hey, beautiful," he greeted, his gorgeous face smiling at you. "How are you?"

"I'm okay," you shrugged, still not feeling a hundred percent. But you didn't want to bother Harry with that. However, you couldn't fool him. He sensed something in your tone.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you insisted. "Just haven't been feeling that great. But I'll be okay."

Harry raised his brows. "You have a cold?"

"No, stomach bug or something. It's nothing."

"Doesn't sound like nothing," he argued. "Do you need to see a doctor?"

You shut your eyes and shook your head. It was so like him to be concerned.

"I'm okay, Harry, really. It's just been a couple days. If it persists, I'll go to the doctor."

"Promise me you will," he said.

You nodded vigorously. "I will. Now tell me about Vancouver."

"Gorgeous here," Harry grinned.

"Yeah? I always wanted to go there."

"I'll bring you here sometime," he offered.

"Is it cold?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "Which reminds me, I wanted to ask you... I coulda sworn I packed my lilac jumper. But I can't find it. Did I leave it there?"

"Um..." you sounded, holding out the M.

"What?"

With a sheepish grin, you lowered the blanket covering you, revealing the purple sweater you were currently wearing. Harry chuckled, rolling his eyes.

"Are you mad?" you asked him.

"No," he replied. "But why do you have it?"

"I um...I selfishly didn't want you to take it with you," you admitted. "I like it here with me when you're not."

Harry's expression softened. "That's sweet. But why that jumper?"

"Because you were wearing it that day," you explained softly.

"What day?"

"The day you first told me you loved me."

Harry sighed and you could see him sit back in his chair. "I love that. It's wonderful."

You blinked, feeling relief. "So you're not mad."

"Of course not," said Harry. "You should keep it while I'm gone."

"Good," you beamed.

"I love you, [Y/N]," he declared.

"I love you too, Harry."

Seven-Tiered Cake: The Interview written in interview style with Harry and Y/N, fluffy, 948 words

Singer, songwriter, actor, and one-fourth of the pop band One Direction, newlywed Harry Styles and his bride, Hollywood baker [Y/N], sat down to chat with us for a bit. In our exclusive interview, the couple discussed marriage, Monday movie nights, and a seven-tiered wedding cake.

Interviewer: Hi, thanks for coming.

Harry Styles: You're welcome. Thanks for having us.

Int: So let's get right down to it. How long have you two been married now?

HS: [Looks at y/n] A little over...

Y/N: Three months.

HS: Yeah, a little over three months.

Int: And how are you liking it so far?

Y/N: It's great!

HS: Wonderful!

Int: Tell me about the wedding. I know most of the world have seen the loads of pictures, Y/N in your gorgeous gown, that enormous cake. It was all so beautiful.

Y/N: It really was a beautiful wedding.

HS: Nothing compared to her, though [smiles at y/n, squeezes her hand]. She was the most beautiful.

Int: Were you nervous?

HS: No.

Y/N: Oh, I was. I was a mess [laughs].

HS: She didn't show it though.

Y/N: [Looks at Harry] I might've been most nervous about the cake.

Int: Let's talk about that cake. Rumor was that you made it together.

Y/N: We did. It was Harry's idea.

Int: Really?

HS: [Chuckles] Don't make me say it.

Int: Make you say what?

Y/N: You know your fans wanna hear you say it.

HS: I used to be a baker.

Y/N: [Laughs and leans over to kiss Harry on the cheek] They're gonna love you more now.

Int: So tell me about this cake.

Y/N: So, it was one I'd made before, only it was just a four-tiered cake. But Harry had the wild idea to have it be taller for our wedding.

HS: It was seven tiers.

Int: Why seven? Is that a lucky number for you?

Y/N: No. I just refused to make it more than that.

HS: [Laughs] She was chicken.

Y/N: Damn right, I was. It had to be carried in pieces by four people. If once piece fell, it would have been ruined. I just couldn't deal with more than seven. I wanted five. But I compromised.

HS: It made it there safely.

Y/N: Yeah.

Int: So how was it, making it together?

Y/N: [Looks at Harry] That part was fun. We had to make close to a hundred flowers out of fondant.

HS: [Smiles] We managed. We work well together.

Int: I'm picturing a lot of flour on the nose, cake batter on the ceiling, that sort of thing.

HS: [Laughs] It wasn't that messy...was it?

Y/N: I dunno, it was pretty messy. I was cleaning my kitchen for hours after.

HS: But I helped.

Y/N: [Puts hand on Harry's leg] Yes, you did, baby.

Int: You two are so cute. Which leads me to my next topic. You seem to be the quintessential couple to many, but I'm sure you also get some backlash. How do you handle that?

HS: Like with everything, you have to stay grounded. Keep your private life as private as possible. Any other opinions people have, let them have them.

Int: How do you feel, Y/N?

Y/N: I just kind of stay away from the drama. I know it's out there and people are talking, but they're not living my life. I choose to ignore it. They're gonna say what they want anyway. But I'm in this marriage, not them.

HS: I just hope enough people will understand how I feel about her, so eventually they'll feel that way about her too.

Int: What do you think makes a happy marriage?

HS: Um...ask me that in five years [chuckles]. No, really, it hasn't been that long yet. Or long enough for me to be an expert. I just...I just know how I feel. And I know she feels the same.

Y/N: I do.

HS: We like the same things. We want the same things.

Int: Do you want children?

HS: Oh, definitely. It's not something we're focusing on right now, but we definitely want kids someday.

Y/N: Right now we're having fun being kids together [smiles].

Int: What do you guys like to do for fun?

HS: We um...we have movie night.

Y/N: Every Monday.

HS: We decided we needed at least one night a week that was for us. We could always go out if there's a party or event, but with both of our schedules, most of the time weekends are pretty busy.

Y/N: And Mondays usually aren't.

HS: So we decided on having movie night on Mondays.

Int: Have you made every Monday?

HS: [Looks at y/n] I think we might've missed one here or there. If I was in London for something and she didn't come with.

Y/N: Yeah but that's rare. I don't think we've missed many.

Int: Who gets to pick the movie?

HS: [Points to y/n] This one.

Y/N: I do not! Not always.

HS: [Shakes head] Doesn't matter to me. I'm fine with whatever she picks.

Y/N: This is why we get along.

Int: Clearly. So, Harry I hear another film is in the works?

HS: Yeah, but I'm not allowed to talk about it yet.

Y/N: Ooh secrets.

Int: Fair enough. Well, thank you so much for chatting.

HS/Y/N: You're welcome.

Int: Best of luck to you both, and I hope you'll come talk again when the baby bug kicks in.

HS: [Chuckles] Okay, we will.

Thank you to anyone who has ever read any of my silly little fics.

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[th3-c0ll3ct3r]

I will be the one to say it, wherever we like this side conclusion or not, she dug this pit herself and Iskall provided the shovel

I've heard speculations of their relationship being a much closer than it appears online, and her deleting her channel to hide any trace of her involvement or his involvement while still keeping the comment on Iskall's channel is the nail in the coffin

The only thing that she has on her Channel right now is 36 comments that the majority tie back to Iskall in some way.

And additionally, I'd personally say it's come to a point of devotion and compassion for each other rather than what a normal "relationship" should be

And I want you all to keep in mind that if Stress isn't Iskall's "long-term girlfriend", then there is a woman out there who found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her with multiple of his employees and also possibly including his female best friend because of the amount of devotion they have to each other

But if Stress is the "long-term girlfriend", then this was a clear act of both devotion or she's been hit with trains worth of clarity and realization but I doubt this is the case because the comment is still up

And there was no single threat in her replies

YouTube's AI detection system will automatically delete replies with a threatening nature of that go against community guidelines before the person sees the reply.

Meaning that at the most cleverly worded insults have slipped through the hundreds of common worth of "You're so goated" and "Miss you too" and "We support you too" (update to make sure this was accurate I just checked it this than two minutes before this post and it is indeed compliments)

90% of her replies a positivity. And a couple months ago I even gave her the benefit of the doubt and said not to speculate on her situation because we didn't know any better. Aka even people who were skeptical like me and many others treats it her with integrity and dignity open till that reply was posted

I cannot speak on whether or not Iskall has gotten the threats he claims, but I always encouraged to not leave death threats, so I would imagine that it's a handful of people who do not have a life

But I could say with Confidence that if she got more than 8 threats, which is still not good but is a less considering the circumstances and general uncontrollable public, I would be mind-blown

So I'm very confident in the notion that she did this out of either realization to which I hope it is, and I hope for her community she seeks professional help because that level of devotion is unhealthy makes a steady bouncy back after some time OR it's another act of devotion

Because if he's in a legal case regarding this issue it is commonly advised to remove any incriminating evidence from social media so that it cannot be used against you; and it would be easy to argue their relationship based purely on her videos. Making the deletion of her channel an act of devotion rather than general clarity hitting her

Which is sad. I've never personally watched Many of Her videos only 30 at the most, but the general consensus of disappointment rather than anger putting her Direction leads me to conclude this is out of character behavior for her. And this would reinforce Iskall's repeated manipulation attempts.

It would mean his manipulation is effective and working.

The only possible way I could ever see people generally being outraged at her is if she was in on it too but that has already been confirmed by many of the victims they were unaware that she was also leaving, and were unaware of her general support.

This or will you find out that she's financially contributing to his legal case, to which I would argue the money would be better spent on therapy

But it just seems that she's digging herself into a pit or into a self destructive montage of being in support of someone who does not deserve it

[cillianmurphysdimples]

A Female Y/N / Cillian fanfic (Part Seventy)

Absolutely not based on anything real at all, all totally fictional, fanciful and is all total bollocks.

Warnings for sexual references and language. Adult themes. Not suitable for under 18s.

We Got Issues

Part Seventy: A slow and loving morning, with open and clear communication, lightens both Cillian and Y/N's mental loads. Y/N lets Cillian know where the land lies, and it seems the best approach. But arriving at the hospital sends those good feelings swiftly tumbling when they walk into a chaotic scene in the NICU. [Sexual suggestion/Angst - medical concerns surrounding preemie babies]

@cherrycilly @aesthetic0cherryblossom @meister95 @vivianleighwishesshewasme @watermeezer @strangeions @borntodiemp3 @lavender-haze-01 @meadowshelby

You don't rush to leave for the hospital, despite the want to be immediately at Clíodhna's side. You feel content to take your time, secure in flitting around the house in comfortable nothingness for at least a little while. You take a quick shower, then Cillian follows suit whilst you get dressed and make you both a quick breakfast of toast and tea. You know it won't fill Cillian up - he'll be hungry again before you leave the house if it even touches the sides at all! - and, whilst the thought is in your mind, you make sure to throw a couple of flapjacks into your bag, left on the island counter, to take with you when you leave. Cillian doesn't take his time in the shower, and is at your side, with damp hair and a clean shaven face, just as you pour out the tea.

“Jays, I timed that well.” He smiles, running his hand along your back as he steps past. He heads into the laundry room and dumps his towel into the laundry basket, then reappears as you place the mugs onto the island. “What did you throw together?”

“Toast,” you call out as you turn your back again and grab the popping bread from the toaster. “Sorry, nothing fancy. We have a few things in, but we could do with a grocery run. I could do an online thing later on. Or we could go tomorrow? Butter, jam, marmalade...what do you want?”

“Butter's grand.” He answers. You turn around just as he disappears out through the backdoor with cigarettes and lighter in hand. You set the plates down onto the island and butter the bread for you both, leaving Cillian's plate beside his mug. He pulls faces at you through the glass, and you wonder where the brighter energy has come from - not that you want to question it and quash it, it's good to feel some levity at last. You smile as he sticks out his bottom lip, exhaling his final lungful of smoke, and watch him come back in from the early May air outside. “Getting warmer by the day, I reckon.” He says, as he takes his seat.

He smells of fresh air and smoke, and his damp hair has been blown around a little in the light wind, causing his natural waves to stick out a little more fiercely. “Seems a stupid question,” you say, and sip your tea. “But your birthday's coming up. Did you want to have dinner or something with the boys? Or do you want a big blow out, let off some steam? I fully respect either choice.” You smirk.

“Dinner with you and the lads is enough, but sure it all depends.” He shrugs. He takes a bite out of his toast. Talking around the mouthful, he continues. “We'll see what the craic is with Clíodhna, and go on from there. I'm only forty nine, it's not like we're celebrating some big hurrah. Clíodhna is all I'm thinking about really - Clíodhna and you.”

The sentiment is lovely, but you want him to know he's important. “You're a big hurrah,” you say, raising your brows and smiling. “We can celebrate you. I want to celebrate you.”

“Ah, give over.” He rolls his eyes, and takes another bite from his toast. But there's a cheekiness on his face, a small smile that tells you he appreciates the sentiment even if he'll never accept it.

“I mean it - call some friends, go out and get drunk, stress relief or whatever you want to call it.” You say, smiling when he frowns at you. "So out on a mad one with some friends before you run out of chances to. What do you say? Gatting?!" You smirk.

“I'm nearly fucking fifty, Y/N, I'm not fit to be dying for days after getting into a state like that. And I don't fucking want to. Dinner, or whatever, with you and the boys or something. That's fine.” He insists, rolling his eyes like you've suggested strippers and cocaine.

It makes you laugh, though. And you know that if it wasn't for Clíodhna being in the NICU, he might even have considered the idea a little more. But you let it go, and consider raising it another time. “You want something else to eat? Toast won't keep you going. There's yogurt I think, and there's fruit.” You offer. You can barely manage your toast, despite knowing that keeping your own health in check is vital. “I put your flapjacks in my bag to bring with us, but I don't want you passing out with starvation between here and the Rotunda.”

He squints his eyes at you and then raises one eyebrow. “I'm not gonna die from not eating fucking four courses for breakfast " he tuts good-naturedly, but you can recall plenty of moody occasions when a hungry Cillian has been an awful Cillian to be around. "I'm grand with the toast.” he says, and takes another bite to cement it. “How's your stomach?” He asks, and lifts his mug. He looks at you with a measure of concern on his face.

“It’s okay,” you shrug your shoulders. “It's a bit, I don't know, tight? But it's okay.”

“Not weeping or anything?” He asks, and grimaces as he does. It makes you smile that it seems to make him cringe considering everything you've both been through lately.

“No, it's fine.” You shake your head. “I'm okay, Cill, really. I'm fine, don't add another stress to yourself, please.”

“You're not in pain with it though? I know they gave you the painkillers and you fucking take them, but I can't decide if you don't need them or you're being stubborn.” he smirks.

“I'm alright, love, really. It's not sore.” You reassure him. It hurts a little, but it isn't unbearable or anything. You drain what remains of your tea. You pause for a moment, your secret discovery this morning on your lips, and wonder if you should mention it at all. You don't want to embarrass him, but you want him to know it's okay to ask. “Cill…”

He hovers his slice of toast near his mouth, “What?” He raises his brows and there's an amusing slither of suspicion in his voice.

“Earlier this morning,” you say, and you watch his expression shift.

“I knew you were awake.” He draws in his bottom lip. “I'm sorry… I…”

“No, stop, stop,” you shake your head. “Love, please. I'm not saying anything about you doing it, as such, I mean, all I'm saying is…” you sigh. “I'm not ready for sex Cillian, not the whole shabang at least. Not physically, and definitely not mentally, but...you are, and that's fine, it's good, and I just wanted to point out that…I have two hands.” You raise your eyebrows. “I just mean… god, I shouldn't have fucking said anything.” You smirk, feeling like you're talking about sex with your grandmother or something. You've been sleeping with this man for years, and in the last week he's witnessed you naked and at your lowest, and woken up beside you with blood-stained pyjamas. Why did this feel like the worst of things to talk about?! “Fuck sake, okay, I just mean it's okay to ask, okay? I'm not ready, but I will be eventually, and that doesn't mean I don't want to…help.” You feel awash with embarrassment.

But Cillian's pinked up cheeks give away his own abashment. “I didn't want to say something wrong. I know you're not gonna feel like it, but I can't keep ignoring it myself. We've gone from doing it frequently to not, and I'm gonna be reverting to my teenage years and be needing to throw my jocks in the washer every morning!” He smirks, but you can see the embarrassment. You didn't want to embarrass him at all - you just wanted him to know you want to have some kind of intimacy with him, and he just needs to ask. You know how important physical intimacy is to him, in all formats, and you need him to feel comfortable asking for what he needs.

“Just ask, even if we try and it doesn't work out. You know I don't care about what you do, I never have. If you want to masturbate, Cillian, then do it, but I don't want you to think you can't ask for something either. That's all. I love you, and I want to make sure you just...let me know if you need something from me.” You say, hoping the awkwardness lifts.

He smiles, and it's cheeky and sweet, and he arches up over the counter top and purses his lips before you. You grant his kiss, and close your eyes when he - albeit teasingly - slips in the tongue. After a moment he draws back just enough to look at you clearly. “So I can have hand stuff then, yeah?” He grins.

You chuckle, “Yes, you can have hand stuff.” You shake your head as he drops back into the stool. It's quiet for a moment, and you watch him staring at you with that cheeky look still across his face. “Stop it!” You shake your head. “Come on, get that into you and we'll get going.. I want to hug her.”

He smiles brightly, all silliness dissolved. "Fight you for her." He winks.

You're surprised by the chaos in the small room when you arrive to see Clíodhna. There are noises, bodies, and faces you're not familiar with. For a moment, your heart catches as you fear that something has happened that they're about to inform you of. You look to your left, and you can see Cillian looks as concerned as you. You grab his hand and lace your fingers tightly in his. There's the calling out of numbers, and moving of people, and fast beeping machines; you hear words you've never heard before and immediately feel that fear grow. You walk forwards, letting the door close behind you both, and you're immediately approached by a young nurse. That slight catch in your chest becomes a fast beating that nearly deafens you as it floods your ears with rushing blood. You recognise the nurse as Imelda, and her expression chills your spine.

“Y/N, Cillian…” Imelda begins, holding out both hands towards you.

"Fuck," You shake your head slowly, “No, is she…”

“Y/N, Y/N… please, my love, she's stable, and she's settled. Okay?” Imelda says gently. “Clíodhna vomited, and it caused an aspiration - she has been given increased sedation, she's being supported with antibiotics now to ensure infection doesn't take hold, and her oxygen levels are being carefully monitored.”

“How?” You shake your head, “...the tubes…how can she…?” you can hardly control your breathing. “Cillian…I don't…?”

“What happened?” Cillian asks, calmer than you, but you can hear his voice wavering. His hand is tight around yours.

“It's just something that can occur, like any baby; she vomited on her feed slightly. Some of the vomit moved in the wrong direction and entered her respiratory system. She was immediately assisted, and the likelihood of anything ongoing is low, but to ensure she remains comfortable and she is properly cared for as needed, all the stops have been pulled out.” Imelda explains. “Due to the increased sedation, those smaller responses you've been seeing the last day or so will likely be less frequent, but I can promise you that she is stable, and she is being safely supported.”

You work your hand from Cillian's and shove your way through the people gathered around your daughter, fighting your way through to her incubator. If it's at all possible, she seems smaller now. She's less pink - instead, she seems paler all over - and her little spidery fingers are still and closed in. The number of pads on her chest have increased, and there's a new cannula in her tiny arm, that's been splinted and bound with bandage. You look back at Cillian and can't hold a single tear back. “Cill…” you shake your head, then look back in at your little girl.

“Cillian, it happens and she's being given every level of support possible. We have no reason to expect this to knock her back too far, or for too long at this point.” You hear Imelda behind you.

“The, um, the aspiration, that means she got sick…in-um into her lungs?” Cillian asks. “And the antibiotics will make sure that doesn't cause, what, an infection?”

“It'll prevent or treat any threat of aspiration pneumonia.” She answers.

“And long term?” He asks her and you can hear that waver again.

“Cillian…” Imelda placates.

“Long term?” He presses.

“A weakening of her respiratory system, infection, sepsis… but it's…” she says calmly, but sadly.

“Sepsis?” You look back over your shoulder and cut her off. “So if she has pneumonia now, will her lungs be damaged forever, if she even survives?” You ask, fear flooding your entire body.

“Please, Y/N, we can't jump to the worst case. She's being given antibiotics and increased oxygen, and we'll continue to keep a close eye to assess any signs of anything that causes concern.” Imelda says. “Sit with her, talk to her.” She encourages with a kind smile. “I'll fetch you both a cup of tea and if there is anything you need to ask, you can ask.”

Cillian comes up behind you and while he places a hand on your back, you can tell his focus is only on Clíodhna - and rightly so. Side by side, you stare into the incubator at your tiny girl. “She's gone so pale,” he whispers.

“I know.” You shake your head. “How can she… it's all tubes, how can she choke like that?”

“Babies get sick, Y/N.” He says, “I suppose she can't cough or whatever with that tube in her throat, she can't… I don't know, I don't…” he sighs. “We wait, and we fucking - we hope.” he draws his hand from your back and scrubs both of his hands across his face.

You look up at him. “Maybe we should be doing shifts, one here in the day, one here overnight?”

He drops his hands, “It wouldn't have stopped it, Y/N.” He says; it sounds snippy but his face is soft and sad. “She shouldn't be here, she's too small, and little things are big fucking things because of that. We just have to wait and see, and hope modern fucking medicine doesn't fail.” He moves closer to her tiny box of a bed. “What are you at, leanbh? Scaring the shit out of us. Don't be checking out on us now, you hear me? You're after fighting so fucking hard to get here. Don't be quitting that fight now.”

Your throat constricts as he speaks. “...why is she so pale?”

“Probably exhausted, and I suppose her breathing wasn't good. I don't know, Y/N.” He reaches back his arm and wraps it around your shoulders. “Do not shut down, you hear me? We can't do that now.”

“She's too small to fight pneumonia, Cillian. And fucking sepsis? That takes adults, Cillian! How could she survive something like that?” You shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks. You press yourself into his side. “She's too small for this. It isn't fair.”

He drags you into his body tighter, “I know.” He whispers, and his voice sounds strained and emotional. He kisses the top of your head and it feels grounding, but it fixes nothing. “We're right here, leanbh.” He says quietly. “Mammy and Daddy, we're right here. Don't you stop fighting, you hear me? Little fighter from the get go, don't stop now.”

.

[sanjoongie]

𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒮𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃~ 𝒜𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒶𝒸𝓈

The Menu

❤️Pairing: Forest Elf! Kang Yeosang x Mountain Dwarf! Reader (f)

❤️Au: fantasy au, lotr au, elf au, dwarf au

❤️Trope: friends to lovers

❤️Genre: smut

❤️Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

❤️Warnings: aphrodisiacs (sex pollen), motorboating?, breast play, oral (f), outer jobs, cowgirl, 69, size kink if you squint, multiple orgasms until exhaustion

❤️Word Count: 1,625

❤️Summary: when yeosang escorts you through the forest back to your mountain, you come across a part of the forest that has changed, including a rather interesting flower with some lusty influences

❤️ Day Six: YunGi | Masterlist | Day Eight: Yunho💙

“Yeosang… are you sure this is the way?” You asked uneasily. 

As a dwarf, you were already terrified of being in a forest where the trees were alive. But the deeper you travelled with your elven escort, the more the forest started to feel…off.

“Of course this is the way. Do you know how many centuries I’ve been travelling this path through the forest to get to the mountains?” Yeosang said, his arrogance intertwining his voice. 

Still, you couldn't help but want to grab your axe, even though you knew the motion would offend the trees. Yeosang had scolded you earlier when you had not strapped your axe to your back upon entering the forest. But your instincts, the same that had once saved you from a cave-in while mining, were blaring in your head.

“Do you not sense that?” You persisted. “Yeosang, please, pause for a moment. The forest seems darker; more menacing.”

Yeosang waved you off a second time. “That’s simply your dwarven fear of the forest. It’ll pass. I’ll sing you a song if you like to keep your mind off of it.”

Although you were never one to say no to hearing your best friend’s singing voice, that had the depth of your natural habitat, even with the allure of it softly lilting through the air, you still had an unease in your shoulders.

You breathed in and out deeply, in order to settle your nerves, but instead, your body started to feel some type of way. Your lower half tightened as if you had just completed an hour of foreplay. Why the hell would you feel turned on in a moment like this? Did you have a fear kink?

“Perhaps I spoke too soon,” Yeosang grunted ahead, halting his singing.

“What’s wrong?” This time your hand does reach behind you for your axe. 

Yeosang turned around and your eyes went immediately to the very apparent, throbbing cock in his pants. “There is something wrong with the forest. And I fear it is affecting me.”

Your mouth began to fill with saliva at the thought of Yeosang’s cock. You shook your head in an attempt to shed such thoughts. Yeosang was an elf. It was okay to be friendly with them, and even though Yeosang lived in an elven community that was housed in the mountains, it was still frowned upon to have any intermingling beyond a friendship. 

You threw any ‘I told you so’s’ out the window and decided that speed would be best. “Let’s get out of here-- and quickly.”

You started to walk briskly but Yeosang’s arms halted you. “Wait, tarry a moment.”

Your body was hot and your lower half was wet and you knew something was very wrong. “We have to flee, Yeosang, what are you--”

Yeosang swallowed loudly. His pupils were blown. He licked his lips and said, “I wish to taste you.”

Your eyes widened at Yeosang’s words. “You know not what you speak of, friend. Please, let us leave!”

Yeosang shook his head and fell to his knees. “My mouth craves your sweet cavern.”

You squished Yeosang’s head between your hands. “You’ve gone mad.”

“I will go mad if you do not let me please you,” Yeosang insisted. 

To prove his point, Yeosang proceeded to push his face between your breasts, almost snuggling into them as if they were pillows to be enjoyed. You moaned, feeling far more sensitive than you normally were. That only encouraged Yeosang to grab two handfuls of your breasts and massage them properly, his head still plunged in their depths.

“We are in the middle of a forest, Yeosang!” You protested.

“And you are a plum that I would like to taste,” Yeosang replied, words slightly muffled. 

Yeosang mouthed at the swell of your breasts, groping you through your clothes, making his way down the center of your torso. His hands found the waistband of your pants and his eyes rolled back up to you. 

“Are you wet? Is your slickness running down your legs as you speak? Do you ache for something inside of you? Please tell me you are affected like I am at this moment,” Yeosang pleaded.

You wove your hand through Yeosang’s long hair, tracing the braid along his temple. “I feel it, Yeosang, but we are friends. And you are an elf and I am a dwarf. We cannot act on these feelings.”

Yeosang snarled, feral and dark. “They can shove those rules up their asses. I want to trace your folds with my tongue.”

You whimpered softly and Yeosang slowly smiled. “Do you like the sound of that, my brilliant ruby?”

Your mind was becoming clouded with lust and soon all your logical and reasonable thoughts were fleeing. You found yourself nodding your head in agreement. “I like the sound of that very much, Yeosang.”

Yeosang moaned and then swiftly, he was pulling your pants off. He had your back up against a dark tree, and a leg thrown over his shoulder. His long fingers were parting you, baring your cunt to the cool forest air and you shivered. It was quickly remedied when he brought his hot, wet tongue to your folds, licking you from hole to clit as if to savor his first taste of you.

Your lust provoked you to push Yeosang’s face further into your cunt. You needed more than faint flickering's of his tongue. His nose rubbed against your clit and his tongue found your hole, pushing in and out. You grinded your cunt down on his face as if it was the very thing you needed for survival. 

Yeosang pulled your hands from tangling up in his hair and climbed up your body once again. His face was covered in your slick but you couldn't find an ounce of shame in it, only a burning need for more from him. 

“If my cock does not fuck your tight little cunt this very moment I fear I will go mad,” Yeosang admitted with a dark growl.

“Get inside of me right now,” You snarled back. 

You changed positions, Yeosang with his back against the tree now and you straddling his now naked lower half. You gripped Yeosang’s cock firmly in both hands and guided it to your wet hole. It was hard to smear your wetness over Yeosang’s cockhead because he continued to thrust up, sloppily rubbing against your clit and rubbing your wetness on your outer folds. 

“Hold still, you fool,” You hissed. “You fuck nothing but thighs.”

Yeosang’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Yes, let’s do that too.”

You squealed as you found yourself bent over on the ground now. Yeosang’s lengthy torso laid itself over you as he directed his cock between your closed thighs. His cock pushed through your plush thighs and he groaned at the stimulation. 

Peering at your crotch upside down, you could view his cockhead playing peekaboo through your thighs. The sight alone made you moan, however, his cock was rubbing against your folds and your clit, curved and velvet-hard that it was. 

It was debased and you weren’t even fucking but somehow it matched the fervor you both felt in this moment. You were like animals in heat, unable to deny what your baser instincts were calling for: simply release. 

You watched with avid interest as Yeosang fucked your thighs until he released in a frenzy on the soil. You found your climax yourself, Yeosang’s curved cock finding your clit over and over again until it sent you over the edge. It wasn’t a world-shattering climax but it was enough to fill the void for the most part…

But one release was simply not enough. Yeosang had you straddle him and he raised you up and down his shaft until you both came a second time. The third was sampling each other’s wares, in a position of your cunt held over his face as you knelt and took his cock in your mouth. By the fourth time, the two of you lazily rubbed your pelvises together, the slow ember of lust coaxed between the two of you. 

“Yeo-Yeosong,” You panted. 

“One more,” Yeosang cajoled, “You can do it.”

Your cunt is swollen with lust and multiple orgasms and still Yeosang’s cock remained hard and continued to spurt on his stomach even as you both came, groaning in unison. You were both a sweaty mess, clothes half forgotten, and breathing labored.

You felt your body finally relax, the lust finally running its course. “What in Durin’s Beard was that?”

“I have once heard… of dangerous pollens… that made a group of elves descend upon each other like ravenous wolves in lust but… I thought it men’s tales… or lusty thoughts of lesser dwarves…” Yeosang said between gasps.

You sent your best friend a glower. “Glad to see you’ve re-acquired your elvish arrogance.”

“That wasn’t abhorrent,” Yeosang admitted, using a leather cord to tie up his hair. 

You sighed heavily and began to gather your clothes. “You weren’t so bad yourself, I guess.”

“Do you think…” Yeosang paused and you froze as his words held in his throat. “We could do that again?”

You whipped around, clutching your clothes to your chest. “Again?”

Yeosang avoided your gaze, a pretty pink blush spreading on his face, only highlighting his birthmark. “Yes.”

You clucked your tongue. “I’m not so sure since it was only ‘not abhorrent’ to you.”

“It was amazing,” Yeosang gushed. 

You looked at your best friend's face and found his eyes were lit up with happiness and your chest constricted. Perhaps it was the pollen that got you here but now that it had happened, your heart might not be able to be swayed the other way.

❤️ Day Six: YunGi | Masterlist | Day Eight: Yunho💙

[theemissuniverse]

WHO IS YOUR MORTAL KOMBAT 1 BAE BASED ON YOUR PERSONALITY TYPE [MALE MK CHARACTERS]

INTP VERSION

LOGICIAN

A/N : Before y’all try to correct me - got this information from the personality database app so if you wanna tell me I’m wrong then blame the app. Also don’t take it THAT seriously. It’s just for fun. I will do a female version after this. Also please LIKE THIS TF UP. THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG AND I DID CHARACTERS I HATE/DONT CARE ABOUT SO IT COULD BE FAIR PLEASE DONT DO THIS TO ME. Also, also do not say I picked favorites because unfortunately this is my personality and the characters that I wanted when I ran it through the system DID NOT match close to 100% so yeah

WARNINGS : none I think

First, what is an INTP individual?

INTP’s are logical and analytical "Logician" who prioritize knowledge and understanding. They are known for their interest in stripping away superficial details to get to the underlying principles of a system or idea. They may be seen as absent-minded professors who are highly intelligent and enjoy developing and organizing their subjective understandings into consistent systems. They are flexible and tolerant, but may become rigid when their beliefs are challenged.

Your compalability/relationship with all the MK 1 Characters

Baraka [ ENFJ - protagonist ]

Chemistry : 92%

Relationship Type : Playmate

Shared Value : Abstract

Communication Style : Educational

In a relationship, Baraka will give you anything you desire. He is always willing to do anything you ask for to please you. He wants you to be well taken care of. He wants to see you at your best even though most days he feels at his lowest. Baraka does fear that one day you might leave him for someone he feels as though is more worthy. So, he’ll always try to give you everything you have ever wanted. Your communication is always an understanding between the two of you. The two of you get each other.

Baraka is actually playful with you despite how serious he can be. He feels comfortable with you. Like he can be himself. He doesn’t have to hide who he is when he is with you. Everything just feels right. Sometimes the two of you don’t share the same goals but that’s okay. You two are different and Baraka understands that.

Bi-Han [ ENTJ - commander ]

Chemistry : 99%

Relationship Type : Soulmate

Shared Value : Intellectual

Communication Style : Rational

In a relationship, Bi-Han will try his best to be gentle with you despite his nature. You are his peace. The coldness to his ice. There is no better person to calm him down other than you. He is grumpy with everyone. It’s always him versus the world. That’s not the case with you. It’s always you and him. Together. Bi-Han feels like he can trust you and trust is an absolute big thing with him. If he cannot trust you then he mind as well treat you like everyone else. His communication is always calm considering how cold he can be. He is willing to talk through whatever problem the two of you face. Even though some days he doesn’t feel like it.

Bi-Han has a sense of obsessiveness over you. He feels like he needs you twenty four seven but he will never show it. He’s still a little hasty on showing affection but trust that he feels it. He wants to show you but sometimes it’s hard given how he is as a person. It has nothing to do with you, it’s him. Bi-Han will always try with you. Sometimes he can get a little pissy with you but you know how to handle him so it never gets blown out of proportion. The two of you are the best when you are together.

General Shao [ ESTP - entrepreneur ]

Chemistry : 83%

Relationship Type : Supervisor

Shared Value : Pragmatic

Communication Style : Inductive

In a relationship, Shao will lead, guide, and protect. He will make sure you are alright. Make sure that no obstacles stand in your way. He will always make sure you are making the right decisions. He wants what’s best for you. He will protect you with his life. Nobody will dare threaten his queen. Nobody. Shao feels that you are his very weakness. (And to him this man has no weaknesses.) Sometimes he hates it. He hates the way you make him feel.

Shao will make people bow to you. Will make people worship the ground you walk on. He will not stand for anyone to treat you horribly. Unfortunately, the communication in your relationship is undoubtedly horrid. Shao does not know how to speak to you or confess his feelings which leads into fights. At the end of the day, Shao will always make sure you are safe.

Geras [ ISTJ - logistician ]

Chemistry : 82%

Relationship Type : Eye opening

Shared Value : Systematic

Communication Style : Reductive

In a relationship, Geras will show you nothing but kindness and compassion. You are not kind to yourself. He knows this. He will show you how to treat yourself. He will show you what you truly deserve. He will not back down even when it gets hard. He will stand by your side and help you experience the feeling.

It is not just yourself but to other people you have a hard time expressing your compassion to. Not to worry, Geras will help you. He will show you how to be kind, gentle, and caring to others. When you do, it makes you feel better about yourself. Geras will always be there for everything. Even if your communication can be a little off, he will still show you the way.

Johnny Cage [ ESTP - entrepreneur ]

Chemistry : 83%

Relationship Type : Supervisor

Shared Value : Pragmatic

Communication Style : Inductive

In a relationship, Johnny’s ultimate goal is to make you laugh. He doesn’t care what the situation is. If you’re upset or if you’re happy as can be. He will always try to make you feel better. He can’t stand when you’re sad. He can’t stand when something bothers you so he likes to take away everything that makes you feel bad about yourself with laughter.

Unfortunately, sometimes Johnny claims you are too serious for him and you claim he is too childish for you. Sometimes the communication isn’t really there but Johnny is willing to put aside all that because he loves you. Johnny loves showering you with gifts and telling you how “hot” you are. You’re perfect to him. His little movie star.

Havik [ ISFP - adventurer ]

Chemistry : 92%

Relationship Type : Consigliere

Shared Value : Pragmatic

Communication Style : Analytical

In a relationship, Havik’s more chaotic nature ceases when he is with you. It is always an interesting experience being with him but you don’t mind it. He gets to show you his way and you will show him yours. Two different worlds colliding may be overwhelming but Havik will be grateful for the experience.

Havik wants to show you what life is all about. He wants to show you adventure. He wants you to experience his world and his thinking. He wants you to understand him because he feels like nobody really does. As long as you let him, he will love you like he’s never loved anybody before.

Kenshi Takahashi [ INTJ - architect ]

Chemistry : 98%

Relationship Type : Twinflame

Shared Value : Intellectual

Communication Style : Speculative

In a relationship, Kenshi will always be there for you no matter what. Kenshi will be the one that will never go away. Even if you are at your lowest. Even when everything feels pointless. Even if you two fight. There is no driving Kenshi away. The two of you will figure it out. He’s determined on that. He will die on the hill every time. The two of you are so similar that you click every time you are around.

Every time he kisses you, it’s like fireworks. You are more to him than a girlfriend. You are his best friend. Someone that is deeply sewed into his soul. He will never run away from the feeling he has when he’s with you. Never will back down. He accepts who you are completely. With all your faults and all your hardships. You are a hard person to love but not to Kenshi. To Kenshi, you are the only one he can love.

Kuai Liang [ ISTJ - logistician ]

Chemistry : 82%

Relationship Type : Eye opening

Shared Value : Systematic

Communication Style : Reductive

In a relationship, Kuai Liang always wants the best for you. He will do anything if it means it is for your best interest. Protecting you is something he does not take lightly. With everything in his being, Kuai Liang will protect you. He will make sure you are fine emotionally and physically.

It will always be you. Nobody else. Some people may find this rather annoying by Kuai Liang but he doesn’t care. Protecting you is all that matters to him. He can’t stand when he sees you upset. He’ll break down with you when he sees this. He’ll always try to comfort you as best as he can.

Kung Lao [ ENFP - campaigner ]

Chemistry : 82%

Relationship Type : Coach

Shared Value : Abstract

Communication Style : Impassionate

In a relationship, Kung Lao wants nothing more than to make you feel good about yourself. He knows it’s hard for you. You are not in tune with yourself but he will help with that. Kung Lao makes you feel beautiful every time he’s with you. He makes you feel special. He will make you feel like you are the only one that matters to him. Like you are the only one that is important.

The communication you two have is always filled with passion and great emotion. Kung Lao will never talk bad about you. Even if he is mad at you. He knows you. He knows you cannot handle the harsh words because he knows you believe all the negative things you think of yourself or other people have said about you. He will not stand for it.

Liu Kang [ ISFJ - defender ]

Chemistry : 81%

Relationship Type : Analyst

Shared Value : Systematic

Communication Style : Reductive

In a relationship, Liu Kang will try to protect your peace. You are an over thinker and tend to always believe that everything will turn to worse. He’ll always try to take away any stress that is on your shoulders. One thing he does hate is your guy’s communication. Sometimes you are not comfortable with talking about your feelings and Liu Kang absolutely cannot stand it. He understands giving you your space but not speaking to him when you feel down or something is wrong drives him crazy. Liu Kang’s wit always charms you and makes you laugh because he’s not over the top with it.

Liu Kang is always patient with you. Especially with your strong emotions. You are emotionally reactive with everything but it is something he can handle. Sometimes when it become far too much, he’ll hold you in his arms and whisper how much he loves you. He’ll make you feel like you’re the only woman in the world. He truly wants you to feel loved with every fiber in his being. Because you don’t like to talk about your feelings, he is always analyzing your body language and your speech to see if you are alright. If he deems you are not, expect a long talk of how much he loves you.

Raiden [ INFJ - advocate ]

Chemistry : 91%

Relationship Type : Advisor

Shared Value : Abstract

Communication Style : Speculative

In a relationship, Raiden will try and be the man you want him to be. He’ll be the man you always thought of in your head. He’ll make your dream man a reality. Raiden will always try to guide you to the right choices in life. He wants you to succeed. Your communication is always interesting. It is neither bad or good. Your goals are a little ways from each other but Raiden will always support you. No matter what.

When you feel like a mess, Raiden is there whispering in your ear how much he loves you. How important you are. He will make you feel like you are the most important person in the world. He wants you to see yourself how he sees you. He looks to you like you are his prize possession. Like you are his world. There’s no amount of anything that can change the way Raiden feels about you. Nothing in the world.

Rain [ INFP - mediator ]

Chemistry : 82%

Relationship Type : Supporter

Shared Value : Abstract

Communication Style : Analytical

In a relationship, Rain shows you nothing but respect and support. He is your number one support system. In everything, he will help you succeed. Respect is another thing he does not take lightly. You are his goddess, his queen. He will treat you like he needs to worship the ground you walk on.

He’ll always support your ideas and beliefs. Even though most of the time he does not agree with them. In the slightest. He knows that supporting you is more important than him trying to push his ideas and or beliefs onto you. Your needs matter and he understands this. Rain will also allow you to call him by his first name. You are one of the only people to have this privilege so know that Rain means well.

Reiko [ ISTJ - logistician ]

Chemistry : 82%

Relationship Type : Eye opening

Shared Value : Systematic

Communication Style : Reductive

In a relationship, Reiko sees that there is more to life than himself when he is with you. He is a very selfish individual. Not when it comes to you though. He’s learning to put his significant other before him. He has to in order for the relationship to work. Otherwise the relationship is doomed as you can also be quite a selfish individual.

Reiko will try to give you gifts because he is not familiar with any other way of showing his affection. The two of you will have to teach each other how to love one another. It’s a rocky start but Reiko will get the hang of it. The relationship means so much more to him than you could ever realize.

Shang Tsung [ ENTP - debater ]

Chemistry : 81%

Relationship Type : Preceptor

Shared Value : Intellectual

Communication Style : Impassionate

In a relationship, Shang Tsung will put your needs above all. This is strange for the sorcerer as he is used to being selfish. It is not something he is familiar with but he can’t help himself. The more you’re around him the more he has this sense of urgency to try and give you the world.

Shang Tsung will always make sure you are well taken care of before going off doing his business. One thing about him is you will need to support his plans. Whatever they be, he needs someone by his side. Your goals usually align with each other and are smart. Your conversations are usually filled with great emotion and it’s something he can’t pull away from.

Syzoth [ ISFP - adventurer ]

Chemistry : 92%

Relationship Type : Consigliere

Shared Value : Pragmatic

Communication Style : Analytical

In a relationship, Syzoth wants you to feel like he is your home. He knows how it feels to be unwanted. He wants to shield you from that feeling. Nothing in the world matters more to him than you feeling safe. He cannot have you feeling down or feeling unsure. You need to be indefinitely secured.

He does not play any games. Syzoth will always try to advise you on what to do but will make it very clear that he is not trying to control the shape of your destiny. Whatever you desire, he is pleased with. He just doesn’t want you to regret anything or live in the past. Syzoth will make sure you feel safe in the beauty that is you.

Tomas [ ISFJ - defender ]

Chemistry : 81%

Relationship Type : Analyst

Shared Value : Systematic

Communication Style : Reductive

In a relationship, Tomas will always be there when you break. He will always be there when you cry. He will always be there when you can’t find it in yourself to stand on your two feet. He is the glue to your soul. Tomas believes you are capable of doing anything but he knows that’s just something that’s hard for you to believe.

He’ll try to comfort you. To hold you. To kiss you. Sometimes it may not be something that’s physical that you need. Maybe it’s something that’s mental and Tomas will try his best to help you in that department. Seeing you break makes him break and he cannot live with himself knowing that if he didn’t try to help you, you would get worse.

if you’re an INTP then your soulmate is ENTJ

That means your perfect match for a soulmate is

BI-HAN / SUB-ZERO

Your perfect match for a best friend is

KENSHI TAKAHASHI

Here are runner ups that you could end up with (romantically)

(in order of best all the way down)

SYZOTH, BARAKA, HAVIK, RAIDEN, JOHNNY CAGE

FUN THINGS ABOUT INTP TO HELP YOU CONNECT MORE

INTPs are typically non smokers.

INTPs typically use dark humor.

INTPs usually are atheists.

INTPs are usually emotionally reactive people.

INTPs typically don’t consider themselves smart.

INTPs typically wear glasses.

INTPs usually don’t fear death.

INTPs usually watch horror movies.

INTPs typically have low self-worth.

INTPs are usually short tempered.

[rosaemoux]

part two of my magic batman magical au, here's part one:

Ok so we last left off with Bruce grieving Jason Todd, swearing he'll never take in another apprentice and isolating himself from his clan, substantially weakening Gotham's defences against malicious mages while Barbara desperately tries to get a hold of the city. Dick is currently in between getting his life together in the sister city Bludhaven after helping his friends during multiple travels around the world when suddenly Haley's Circus comes into town.

That's where Tim Drake decides to do something. The only heir to a new money family, Tim's parents weren't mages, his dad had a basic understanding of time magic while his mom was relatively good with ilusory magic but they never pursuit it over the passion of their life, archeology. Tim, however, always loved magic, loved the way mages would make miracles out of the ordinary and loved the way it tested the impossible. Tim loved the Clan of The Bats. He always did, ever since he was a child and first saw the beauty of Haley's Circus, when he saw The Flying Graysons for the first time.

A Lonely Place of Dying goes about the same way, the same with Rite Of Passage, except when Bruce screamed that the water was poisonous, Jack managed to reverse time around him for a few seconds in a powerful fit of desperation to save Janet's life, not caring about actually reversing time for himself though. So, both of Tim's parents end up in coma, Tim, now accepted as Bruce's newest apprentices, moves into the manor and formally starts training.

Unfortunately, Tim doesn't have the early training of Dick, nor the raw talent of Jason, so he struggles finding an affinity. Bruce decides to send him on a three week trip to Paris to train with his old teachers, The Rahul Lama, hopefully to get a new perspective and find what he's comfortable with. He does spend two weeks trying his best but ultimately failing before he gets pulled into a full blown conspiracy.

Lady Shiva decides to train him while they're at it, and for some reason, something just clicks. Her methods and way of seeing magic just works really well with Tim. When their manhunt against Edmund Dorrance is done, Shiva finally gets a lead on something she's been searching for a while, and Tim tags along with her mission while she teaches the path of ilusory magic, of perceiving into someone's mind and changing it to your will. It just turns out that the something was actually someone...

Flash forward, we have exact the point in which the story starts, with Tim arriving into Gotham Harbor, two months late with a girl, apparently Lady Shiva's daughter who currently doesn't have a name. Bruce almost has a heart attack, both extremely relieved that Tim is safe but also it's been two months who is this-

Cassandra – as Barbara would go on to name her – was a mage prodigy, being trained since the moment she was born to be a perfect weapon by her father. She had a very good understanding of all attributes of magic, with amazing spatial awareness and downright telepathic intuitive perception, at the cost of no understanding of language. Shiva mentioned something about a League of Shadows, but Tim isn't really sure what it is exactly, just that they wanted Cass to join them, but after killing someone for the first time and accidentally stealing their soul, she started to run away from them, mostly living in the streets before a friend of Shiva's found her in Hong Kong. Her and Tim are mostly attached at the hip to each other, inseparable.

Bruce and Barbara decided it would be safer and less stressful for Cass if she lived in the Clocktower instead of having to live in the manor. Time mostly passes without many events after that, with most of their focus being to make sure Cass adjusts well to Gotham and find ways to communicate with her. That is, until Tim stalked one of Bruce's missions despite being benched and met – promptly being hit in the face by a brick – Stephanie Brown.

She was a self taught prodigy of time magic, daughter of a lesser death mage, she was hellbent on spoiling all of her father's plans. Bruce didn't really like her motivation to practice magic, and did his best to try to get her to give up.

Tim and Steph quickly became close to each other, and as weeks passed it became clear that she wasn't going to leave the streets of Gotham no matter what. Bruce was peer pressured by everyone in his life to also accept Steph as an apprentice and actually train her before she got really hurt.

And so, The House of The Bat got three new mage students from very different backgrounds. (I like to think the vibes of the story sometimes are very much like Witch's Hat Atelier) Considering that Barbara has a litteral wizard's tower, she's usually the one who's trying to make sure each one of them goes though their mage's journey safely. She's helping them get a understanding of magic and of their affinity, her classes are very challenging, but not impossible.

Tim leans into Ilusory magic – I think him and Bruce should get pretty similar magic, but while Bruce leans into deceiving, Tim likes to perceive and understand other's mind – Steph gets better and better in Time magic, and to complement the two, Cass starts to study Physical magic.

Just thinking of three mage apprentices running away from rogues, getting into trouble and taking down magical mobsters during the night and having to study grueling hours of torture with Barbara. Thinking of Dick abducting them to a impromptu practical class (Babs is going to murder him). Thinking of Bruce having to deal with three children and messing up so much.

Thinking of Stephanie's death and how hard it would affect Tim and Cass. Thinking of Tim finding a mysterious book in his birthday presents, one that's written in some parts in a cypher that uses a combination of mandarin and arabic he spends months trying to solve. It is a necromancy guide, gifted out of indulging the question of what the little bats would do with it. After all, you only need a basic ritual and a death mage with a soul under their name.

A soul for a soul, an equal exchange.

[dorkus-mcdingus]

A random list of TWST HCs in no particular order

(Keep in mind they can range from general, fluffy, or angsty)

- Sam is bilingual but he speaks the Port O' Bliss (Louisiana) Dialect of French. He also would call Crowley a coullion/couyon (don't know the proper spelling. Sorry!) under his breath whenever that old crow is just yapping instead of paying for his order.

- Malleus had his mind blown when he first heard about milkshakes. I mean you can drink ice cream?! THROUGH A STRAW?! 🤯

- The only time you will ever hear Crewel call himself "daddy" is whenever he gets caught baby talking towards his dogs. Not that he has any shame in doing it.

- Jamil would slip into his mother tongue whenever he gets SUPER pissed off (it's not often when he does but 0/10 would not recommend you do it)

- I pretty much HC a good majority of the twst cast to be bilingual or know a few languages depending on where they come from. Although if they're from the Queendom of Roses, I mainly see them being monolingual but have the ability to read other languages.

- Rollo has vivid nightmares about his brother's death and how he ultimately blames himself for what happened. It's so bad to where the poor boy would rather not fall asleep so he won't see the visions again. The best sort of night is where he doesn't dream. There's nothing but the black void when he closes his eyes.

- I feel like Lilia would be sad hearing the song "Army Dreamers" because it would remind him so much of the war and the many soldiers that died serving Briarland. They were someone's child after all.

- Speaking of Lilia, he can turn on the old soldier voice and it's the one way he knows how to scare the shit out of some of the former soldiers that served with him. However, he would say

"I've spent so long playing soldier that I'm kind of tired of it."

If you ask him why he stopped using that voice. God... Malleus, Silver, and Sebek did a number on that old man.

- If I were to make a guess on Gidel's age, I think he would be around 9 or 10 years old. So it's safe to say that Fellow probably found him when he was either in his late teens or early twenties. Though, I'm more leaning on early twenties for this.

- I got PLENTY of hcs surrounding those two but much like most of the cast, Fellow himself is bilingual and learned the common language through his travels (mother tongue is Italian of course). Despite his limited education, he does try to help Gidel learn how to read and write as best as he can. Gidel is also his biggest priority. I don't think he really minds what happens to him as long as Gidel is happy, has food in his stomach, and his clothes are well mended but Gidel in turn knows how much Fellow has been suffering for their sake.

- Gidel also understands Italian but also the common language as well. Due to his limitations with reading and writing, one of the ways he is able to overcome the barrier when it comes to communication is miming or nodding and shaking his head. Sometimes what he's trying to say does get lost in translation but he and Fellow have such a tight knit bond that his big brother can understand him perfectly and can translate what he's saying if someone is having difficulty understanding him. He is a very streetwise kid underneath that adorable smile but is also a rather sensitive individual and can feel when someone is in pain or unhappy especially if it's Fellow

- A favorite story of our favorite scheming duo is "The Emperor's New Clothes"

- Yuu/MC has a tradition of welcoming the Halloween guest characters as honorary members of Ramshackle Dorm by making them perform a hazing ritual of having them take care of Grim when it's his bath time. Grim's a little bastard about it too especially towards Fellow and Rollo (I'm unsure about Skully but I'll update once the event is complete).

- Azul is the worst person to play Monopoly against

- I feel like the Tweels would sing a jazzy version of "People = Shit" with Azul playing the piano but the more he heard the two chaos gremlins sing, the more he wanted to crawl into an octopus pot

- Pre-overblot Riddle would definitely have a stroke reading The Cat in the Hat especially since the moral is that sometimes a little rule breaking is fine as long as it doesn't go too far

- If you think Azul is the most annoying person to play Monopoly against, Ace would know all the ways to piss you off in Uno. I think the first years playing Uno would be both one hilarious sight to witness but also the worst because of how much those boys are going to be fighting with each other.

- Despite Grim saying he's not a cat, his cuddles and purrs can soothe one's soul despite how much he's a little bastard most of the time. It's little moments like these where the MC thinks it's worth it putting up with his attitude and his black hole of a stomach

- Dylla was definitely a delinquent in her youth and the apple didn't fall far from the tree when it came to her son. Although her son may struggle in terms of academics, the fact that Deuce is trying to clean up his act and reform is something that always makes her swell with pride.

- If Maleanor were still alive, she would've been the CUTEST grandma! Although I do think that the fact that her son is close friends with a human does make her feel uneasy because she doesn't want him to get hurt like how humans have hurt her. Although I do also think that Lilia would often visit her grave and tell her of the many milestones that happened to him and her son.

- Despite the fact that Trein's daughters are all grown up, they still keep in contact with their father to make sure he's doing okay and their conversations can get LONG but I don't think the professor minds at all. Any time he spends with his children whether he's home or on a call, he treasures it.

- I feel like knowing that Crowley likes wild game and Vargas himself is a hunter, I wouldn't be surprised if he took the headmage on a hunting trip. I also think that Vargas would give the fur to Crewel if he needs some material. The man may be a muscle head but he's not wasteful when it comes to hunting for game meat.

[skadilothbrok]

Given The Chance - Chapter 10

The tower was supposed to be relatively empty according to the reports, but every corner you rounded it was like another soldier appeared. You’d already taken out almost a dozen by the time you got to the base of it to start setting charges.

A bullet hit the concrete right beside your head and you ducked back down just in time to miss the next one that would’ve killed you. You spent your last few bullets taking care of the two men who’d took the shots at you before determinedly turning back to the charges.

You’d never set charges so fast before in your life. Five minutes later you were turning to make your way back to Freddy. No sooner had you popped your head around the corner though, did rifle shots ring out. “Oh come on” you complained as you darted back around the corner.

Time wasn’t with you. You’d set the fuses short. On the plus side though, if they kept close enough to keep you pinned down, they’d be blown to pieces right alongside you. Pulling two of your throwing knives out, you waited for the shots to stop before showing yourself just long enough to throw them.

One hit home in a soldiers chest but the other barely grazed the arm of another. Not to mention the third man you spotted. Back behind cover you pulled out the final two blades that you had. Dropping your head against the wall you closed your eyes and tried to calm your breathing. Anders’ face flashed through your mind and a smile found its way on your lips.

If this was it, at least you’d met him. Though you desperately wanted to stay with him. Taking one final breath you rounded the corner and prepared to meet your fate.

Your knives flew with deadly speed. One planted straight through the eye of soldier number one. Soldier number two ducked just in time for your other to fly harmlessly over his head. Continuing your sprint towards him you just hoped you could reach him before he shot.

The distance remained too wide though as he lifted the rifle and took aim. Time seemed to slow as you saw his finger move to the trigger.

You stopped where you were and stared at the man who was about to kill you.

His finger started to pull the trigger. 

Until an arrow burst from his forehead.

And then another through his chest. And another. And another.

As he fell face first into the dirt you released the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. Anders appeared seconds later, sprinting over to you after dropping the bow and pulling you into the most desperate embrace you’d ever had.

He moved back from you and placed his hands on your face, staring into your eyes “don’t ever scare me like that again”. You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss that unfortunately had to be brief.

“The charges are going to blow any moment” you told him. He refused to drop your hand as you took off in a dead sprint. The explosions rang out before you’d fully cleared the area and shrapnel rained down over you both. “Shit” you dropped to the ground and took the best cover you could.

You felt Anders shield your body with his and silently scolded him for risking his safety for yours. When the explosion stopped, you removed your arms from your head. Anders moved above you and stood up, favouring his left side more. “Now you’re the one scaring me” you chided as you gave him a quick once over.

“We should take up safer hobbies it seems” he joked.

“I’m about ready for retirement at this point” you replied.

When you reached the others, they all gave a celebratory cheer before getting out of there.

Back at your base of operations, Freddy’s wound was treated. Anders had carefully worked to stitch up the wound on your arm, and you watched him in a comfortable silence as he tried to be as gentle as possible.

Later that afternoon the Ministry received communications from Churchill himself. Germany had finally surrendered.

The war was over.

Your group sat in silence for a moment before loud cheers erupted around the room. Anders grabbed you into a hug and lifted you from the ground. Spinning you around with pure delight. You leaned down to place a kiss on his lips.

“Looks like we get to retire even quicker than I thought” you beamed as he placed you back down.

“It does” he agreed “but I do have one request first” he took your hand in his and lead you out of the room.

“Sneaking off with me already?” you laughed as you followed him.

“Plenty of time for that” he gave your hand a squeeze before turning back to face you “after this” he pulled something from his pocket. Your heart jumped as he dropped to a knee and revealed the item in his hand to be a ring.

“Anders” you grinned widely as your heart quickened.

He smiled up at you “you’re the only woman I can ever imagine spending my life with. You truly are perfect for me and my world is nothing if you’re not in it. Will you do me the honour of becoming Mrs Lassen?”

“I’d love to” your answer wasn’t even one you had to think over. He jumped up seconds later and pulled you back against him, kissing you so desperately that you almost forgot you needed air. He placed a few more kisses against your lips before parting to place the ring on your finger.

“It’s gorgeous” you were stunned at the beauty of it as he slid it onto your finger.

“It was my grandmothers” he told you proudly “my mother gave it to me the other day”. You placed your hands on either side of his face and admired him for a moment before pulling him back in for another kiss.

“Anders. Y/n” Marjorie called and you both turned to face her as she came into the corridor “don’t go running off just yet, we’ve pulled out a bottle of the good stuff”.

“We can have a celebratory drink I suppose” Anders answered “it really is a celebratory day”. You smiled wider than ever as Marjorie’s eyes dropped to your entwined hands and the ring that now sat proudly on your finger.

“Oh my god” she spoke with excitement “are you two…did you…” The rest of the team appeared from the doorway behind her, interested in what was going on. You shared a look with Anders before lifting your hand and the ring up for them to see. Cheers erupted from them all and they all rushed to pull you into excited hugs.

The war was over. Your friends were all still here. And the man that you loved was about to become yours forever. You couldn’t have been happier.

Given the chance there's not a thing you’d change.

[missmarveledsblog]

Grumpy cat ( Logan howlett x wade wilson x reader)

summary : adjusting to a new life and trying to recover from the old one logan is withdrawn but the help of google and a special something wade is determined to make it all better .

warnings : swearing , goofy humour really , not proofread ( soz)

@silverflowers14 thank you for the request it had me fucking dying🤣🤣

Starting over was hard  even more so when its’ a completely different timezone , universe and life. Faces lost in his own could he call it world? suddenly  back alive and walking around it was almost mocking him of his own fuck ups , that pain he felt when he saw what remained and now it was like nothing because to them it never happened . then isolation , hatred and venom that followed not so much in this place, mutant and enhanced weren't as disgusting as they were in his timeline . people cheering on the name of a hero he just wasn’t , no matter what he did he was dammed a bad evil man in his mind. It wasn’t always bad  he did have friend now , if he could call them as such . that was new and he kinda liked them even wade wasn’t too bad not that he would admit such a thing out loud  ( “ i knew he liked me “) . 

Yet it was the first time he was spending that dreaded day in this new place, that sick feeling creeping up in his stomach as he watched day by day and that date getting faster and faster  .  the little interactions he was having becoming less and less , shoulders slumping second by second . a deep frown on etched on his face . grunt and huff in response to anyone dared even come close , shutting  down any form of communication before it start . he didn’t deserve their kindness or there love . 

Wade saw it , he observed and took note of the grumpy black cat he had in his home , well that wouldn’t do no sad bitch vibes here . so like the best friend and roommate ( *cough* lover *cough * he was  decided to make thing better but how? 

“ oh google you beautiful bitch and sexy problem solver “ he skipped knowing he would find the stuff to make it happen before the hot-tempered sex symbol that was his new room mate came back from a liquor induced pick me up  . a text to his neighbor y/n left unanswered so he took measure into his own hand got his hands on the good stuff and the ingredients to make betty crocker herself cream her pantaloons . it was masterpiece of sprinkles and icing   ready to be devoured cheer up the grumpiest of cats . he heard the door open and slam almost taking it off the hinges . 

“ woah peanut less of the slamming unless it’s in the bedroom “ he sang skipping to the door . 

“ wade why the fuck are you dressed like a house wife from the fifties ?” 

“ i wanted you to feel more at home and american civil war section was surprising all out ,” he winked twirling to show the skirt of his dress. “ anyways you look more pissed then blind al pmsing and out of cocaine ,we don’t do that sunshine so while you out drinking your old ass off i was here slaving away making something so tasty martha stewart would fall to her knee for ,take a seat kitten and prepare to have you sock fully fucking blown off “ . 

“ i don’t ..” 

“ nope nope none of that you will sit and taste my goodness and you will like it “ he pushed the man toward the table as logan stared down at the “ masterpiece” wondering if it wasn’t too late to head back to his own time  because shit was probably better then whatever the fuck was on the plate before him  . he would give it one thing it smelled ok something he couldn’t place on his finger on but the rest was good . a deep sigh on his face as he sat down watching wade struggling to cut through it . 

“ it’s bit hard is all but all good things are hard right” he strained cutting through finally getting through before smashing the plate underneath. 

“ here come the aeroplane “ he sang. 

“ come near me with that and i’ll cut your fucking hand off” logan growled . 

“ try a little bit “ he whine like perpetuate toddler  ( * gasp* hey you take that back ). 

“ fine lucky i can't fucking die maybe i can “ he grumble throwing a piece into his mouth as the merc with a mouth watched excitedly . 

“ is it good? What note are you getting” he asked jumping around . 

“ this taste how you look” was all logan said before storming off. 

“ might take a while to kick in “ he shrugged .

Trying to wallow when wade wilson was around was impossible task , one thing was he kept getting logan his drinks and food ,take out all smelling of something he just couldn’t place maybe it was some new craze but fuck it once it got him drunk and food in his belly ,   he didn’t care once he was drunk and fed , what he did care about was wade following him around asking him how he felt , it wasn’t totally out of the norm giving the fucker told them all how he felt no matter what he was feeling  but this was more persistent even for him .  He was almost delighted when a knock at the door hopefully someone he could push the  assholes attention to something new . prayers finally answered when he saw y/n standing  there like the savoir he need . 

“ hey logan wade here?” smiling up at the man . 

“ over there go have fun  i’m begging you “ he pushed her over as she could barely get words of protest out of her mouth . 

“ i can’t stay i promised a girls night sorry i didn’t text back touch on my phone is gone but i got the good stuff right here my friend michelle swears by it” she handed over the baggy .

 “ hope it’s better than shit i got , sprinkled it on everything even in his food and still a grumpy bitch” he exclaimed . 

“ so where is he?” she asked excitedly looking around the room . 

“ right there shit are you going blind too,  i knew it was contagious suck it al “ he yelled pointing the the scowling canadian . 

“ please tell me you haven’t been putting this in logans food “ she winced backing up to the front door. 

“ putting what in logans food “ 

“ google said it good for grumpy , depressed or anxiety riddled kitty cats ” wade shrugged. 

“ what is it ? have you been dosing me with drugs?” the man growled claws retracting .

“ see nothing … no sugar plum i would never drug you … wait is catnip a drug ?” he asked as she ran out not wanting to stay when the claws came out too many clothes she still couldn’t get the bloodstains out of  . 

“ STOP THROWING FUCKING CATNIP AT ME AND COME BACK HERE YOU BASTARD “ 

“ I DO IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU POOKIEBEAR… AHH PINEAPPLE …. FUCK WHAT WAS THE SAFE WORD ” 

“ why is this normal to me “ y/n sighed heading down to her apartment smashing glass and wade shrieks following now muffled as she closed the door.

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I just found you today and Im in love with your writing! If you don't mind could I request some relationship Headcannons with Kyojuro and Sanemi! (separate)

If you write this thank you in advance! <3

-🍷

tysm ♡ i sincerely appreciate it :') and on another note: for these headcannons i decided to add a little bit of everything i could think of! Hope you enjoy them!

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

includes ;; kyojuro. sanemi. content ;; fluff. like a dash of angst. domestic fluff. a/n ;; this turned out. like i mean there's a ton of hcs but (in my defense) i did try to include a bit of everything!

☆☆☆ # kyojuro rengoku !

kyojuro is one of the most open people you'd ever meet (especially with his s/o) why hide anything? he pretty much wears his heart on his sleeve!

compliments you a ton! and doesn't just dump them on you, they're always genuine things he notices: how amazing your hair looks in the sun, your smile, the way you light up when you talk about something you like. . . all the good things

pretty decent cook, the food will taste amazing just. . . the kitchen is now a hazard zone.

(if your soft spoken ♡) his hearing is a little shot. he'd be so embarrassed of himself for asking you to repeat yourself over and over again (like it has his heart-racing and ears burning) ❛god your precious❜

oh my goodness, kyojuro would write you so many letters when he's away (or even before your relationship) he'd add little dried flowers for you. the best was probably the primrose!

hugging you is a comfort, so sometimes he'll just quietly walk up to you and hold you.

always smiles and brightens up when your around

rengoku nuzzling his nose into your face when he's happy, like literally trying to bury his face into yours

is wholly protective of you, and 100% speaks his mind if he feels someone is mistreating you/doesn't let anyone lay their hands on you (threatening to break their wrists move) also note that he doesn't like to resort to violence.

always opens doors for you, or holds your hand when you stepping down stairs.

it would take a whole lot to witness him cry. and he'll never cry for himself. not when he's hurt. not when somethings weighing on his mind. nothing. except when it comes to you and your happiness.

when fights or arguments happen he needs a moment (a long moment) to think and reflect. . . he puts himself in your position until he finds out what he needs to do.

he comforts you to no end though if your upset, lots of hugs and communication

☆☆☆ # sanemi shinazugawa !

i feel like he doesn't just casually kiss you (?) when you're around him he just holds you, firmly. sanemi always has a hand resting on you: shoulder, lower-back, linking his pinky with yours. at some point he (and probably you) wouldn't even notice the habit it anymore.

when he does kiss you its a whole ordeal, lifts your chin up, slow, passionate to full blown make-out session. usually never just a ❛quick kiss❜

the love aggression he'd feel sometimes-! just watching you. . . exist is so overwhelmingly adorable (he'd never say that exactly) just clenches his fists together and strings together a bunch of frustrated, mumbled swears

honestly, he's very competitive if you two were to play a game together. (a sore winner and loser)

when you're sick his way of comforting you is just quality time, he'll get your favorite snacks and make you as warm as possible, even laying down with you to keep you company. ask him for anything and he'll get it for you or make it better (maybe just this once)

(first) date ideas? none. he'll bring you somewhere that means a lot to him, even somewhere quiet where you can just. . . talk. if sanemi opens up a bit he'd be up for some fun (which usually involves danger or mischief) call it. . . part two of the date!

sometimes you'd just catch him smiling at you, a subtle peaceful stare with the ghost of a smile on his lips. (god, how did he get so lucky?)

fights would be the toughest. not usually because of the initial argument, but because of his inability to talk to you afterwards. disagreements get him frustrated for all the wrong reasons (usually at himself), and instead of dealing with them, he'd rather ignore them.

best thing he considers: is waking up with you next to him, just resting your head on his arm.

ooohh, actually after a while he wouldn't be able to sleep without you. ❛slept like shit❜

all relationships require work, and its definitely worth it! you're already his entire world, he just needs to learn how to show it more

and by god, this man would fight for you. need I explain? he worships you.