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svt-nari · 1 year ago

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20230819 | weverse live 🌟

warnings: none, just nari talking to her beloved carats and having a great time. not proofread and not sure of how many words this is, i got a little carried away 😋

“hello~ how are you~?”, nari started her live, her voice soft as she had oreo on her lap. “i was bored and i missed you, so i decided to start this broadcast!”, she clapped softly, a smile on her face.

carefully, the girl brought a bowl of noddles and chopsticks on-camera and put it on the table in front of her, adjusting the phone so the bowl wouldn’t cover her. as the cat started to meow, nari’s hand went back to its fur to pet it once again.

“let’s talk, do you want to ask me anything?”, she asked, taking a bite of her food after. “hm… ‘did you see what happened with s.coupsie?’… well, yeah. i was there,” she took a sip of her water. “i was so scared when i saw it, like, it was so scary. i feel bad for him, i just got home from his house, i’m trying to help him feel better so you don’t have to worry too much!”, she giggled. “‘nurse nari is on the way!’, yeah, exactly! that should be my new nickname nowadays.”

she put her chopsticks on the table and got up briefly to get some napkins. as she sat down, she got oreo back on her lap and started to talk once again.

“i almost cried with cheollie, i felt so bad.”, she sighed, pouting a bit. “you know when you wish you could take the pain away from someone, and instead put it on you? yeah, i was feeling it.”, oreo jumped from her lap, making nari giggle. “i held his hand when he started to feel the pain, i was with him the entire time.”, the girl smiled softly.

she started to eat once again, humming when she ate a piece of meat out of the bowl. her cheeks got bigger as she chewed the food, making the 27-year-old look even more adorable — as if her bare-face, the glasses and the oversized shirt weren’t lovely enough already.

“i was so hungry, it’s my second meal today.”, she confessed, eating. “i know it’s wrong, but i forgot to eat until my belly was hurting.”, as she swallowed her food, nari cleaned her mouth. “‘don’t do that again, miss hwang!’, sorry, sorry! i promise i won’t!”, nari raised her hand in surrender.

getting the chopsticks back, nari took more bites of her food, glancing at the phone and giggling every once in a while, until she went back to answering the chat.

“‘how are you feeling about the upcoming tour?’”, she read out loud. “i’m excited, nervous and sad at the same time.”, nari sighed. “i don’t know how i feel doing it without coupsie, i mean, i didn’t like it before and it’s even worse now. coupsie is our- my rock, it’s weird without him.”, she pouted. “and i miss seungkwanie too, he makes me laugh whenever i’m down and not seeing him whenever i want is sad.”, oreo came back to her lap and nari waved his paw softly towards the camera. “hello~ i’m oreo~,” she giggled. “seungkwanie! hi! how are you, my baby boo?”

‘never say that again, hwang nari. but i’m fine, sorry for making you upset 😞’

“no! no, it’s not your fault! don’t feel sad.”, she pouted. “i just miss you, hope you are well and healthy! come back to me soon, i need to laugh more. the others’ attempts aren’t good enough.”

‘i know that im irreplaceable and don’t worry, i’ll come back soon! love you, stay healthy too! fighting~ ❤️’

“fighting, kwanie! drink lots of water, stay well~”, nari posed a heart for the camera and sent it a flying kiss. “it’s so fun when the members interact on my lives, i really like it!”, she drank her water once again. “take notes to those who never interacted…”, she glared at the camera playfully.

suddenly her phone started to ring, so nari quickly got it from the table to see who was calling her. unsurprisingly, it was her boyfriend – who never misses any of her lives.

“hello?”, she said, putting the phone on speaker. “say hi to our babies.”

“hi oreo, hi odie~,” seungcheol softly said.

“not those babies!”, nari whined. “to our carats, they already miss you!”

“hi carats!”, he giggled. “i already knew it wasn’t them, but i wanted to tease you.”

“you are so mean!”, she pouted. “see how he treats me, guys? he’s so mean, even when i care for him he’s a meanie!”

“don’t be like that, some minutes ago you were confessing how you can’t live without me~”, he teased her in a playful voice.

“you just called to tease me or what?”, she asked sassily, taking another bite of her food.

“no, no! when did you get so savage?”, he laughed and nari quietly sang in the background ‘oh my god, don’t you know i’m a savage?’ making him laugh once again – which made her laugh too. “whenever i call you in-front of a camera it’s always a mess.”

nari nodded, completely agreeing with his statement. the last time they did this, nari has tears in her eyes from laughing too much and her belly had started to hurt. she had to end the live because she wasn’t feeling too well due to her laughing fit.

“yeah, i still remember my bellyache…”, she sighed before brightening up once again. “kwanie passed by in the comments to say hi, did you see it?”, he hummed. “i miss him a lot.”, she pouted.

“i saw it, he misses you too, i’m sure.”, he comforted the young woman. “you really spoil him a lot, people will start to think that you like the maknaes more than me at this point.”

“well…”, she whistled. “that’s not exactly a lie…”

“ya!”, he whined. “and you have the audacity to say that i am a meanie!?”

nari giggled and threw her head back, the comments going crazy because of their interaction. though, the couple didn’t really pay them much attention as they were focused on each other — which made the moment a hundred times more cute.

“it’s funny to tease you.”, nari sighed, taking a quick sip of her water. “but you know i love you, coupsie~”, she said in a cute tone.

the man laughed, completely enamored on the other side of the phone. she was sure that his ears were red by this point.

“okay, okay. i guess i love you too…”, he pretended to fake gag, making nari scoff and him to release another giggle. “i’ll hang up for now, take care okay?”

“i should be the one to say that.”, she whined. “i’ll call you later, sleep well, it’s late~”

“you too, don’t stay up for too long.”, he yawned. “love you.”

“love you too.”, then she hang up the phone.

nari got up briefly once again to take her dishes to the kitchen, taking advantage to stretch her limbs as she’s been sitting for quite a long time and for the comments to die down a bit — their interaction got it going feral.

“i think i’m a bit tired now…”, she yawned. “will you be mad if i decide to end the live now? i promise to do another one soon and not stay too long without doing it again!”, she quickly added, remembering all the carats begging her for a live because it had been three months since her last solo one.

as she received positive reactions, nari interacted for three more minutes before calling it a day and deciding to end the live, getting oreo back on her lap to end it properly.

“bye bye, carats!~”, she waved his paw to the camera. “sleep well and take care, i love you~”, then, the screen darkened with the image of nari smiling as the background.

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prettypinktulips · 2 years ago

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Sam (stardew valley) x my character

(i made this as a joke cus i got mad that he rejected me at the flower dance) WARNINGS: angst um maybe fluff im not editing this after to say if i added fluff or not, sad stuff and i think thats it ALSO THE NAME OF MY CHARACTER WAS A JOKE TOO CUS I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING SO I JUST PUT RANDOM LETTERS TOGERHTER

Bishii felt his eyes widen with glee as he opened the letter. "The Flower Dance." were the only words popping out to him, and he knew exactly who he wanted to ask. Sam. Him and Sam have been talking for a few weeks, Bishii offering him a few gifts every week when he could afford it. Sam seemed appreciative of every gift he was managed to get him, he knew the farmer had trouble getting money since he just got to Pelican Town.

The farmer smiled widely as he stashed the letter in his jeans. No time to worry about the flower dance right now, he had to attend his crops. He sighed and grabbed the watering can, the sun dancing against his already tan skin. Harvey was starting to get worried about him because of all the times the farmer as passed out from overworking himself. He kept trying to warn him and telling him to take breaks when he knew he needed them. But of course Bishii just brushed it. He really needed the money from the crops. To take care of his animals and.. he didn't say it distinctly but, Sam.

After he finished watering his crops, he turned his attention to his cat. He almost forgot to give her water. "Come here, pancake." The ginger chuckled and walked up to her water bowl, he tilted the watering can over and started to pour some of the water in the brown colored bowl. (The cat and him are both ginger, ITS SO CUTE) "I think that's all I have to do for today, huh?" Bishii set the watering can down in the yard and yawned quietly, he looked up at the sky as it blinded him. It was still so early he didn't know what made him this tired. Maybe he just wanted this flower dance to come up already; he headed inside and looked around at his house. To himself he thought it was quite spacious, it has a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom. What else could he possibly ask for? The kitchen had dark chocolate brown, wooden walls. His room was completely different, he didn't even bother trying to change the leaf wallpaper the house came with. He plopped onto his bed.. suited for two people. He didn't want to talk about that part. He knew exactly why he got the two-person bed.

A few days later after the farmer did was just water his crops, fed his animals, went to bed on repeat. It was finally the day, the day he was longing for has finally came. He walked into the kitchen and turned the water on, he tilted his head underneath the faucet and ran his fingers through his long hair. It really was a hassle to keep up, he was just planning on cutting it sooner or later. He had to keep his hair from getting tangled in his earrings sometimes which really pissed him off. After what seemed like forever, he was finally finished getting ready. His hair was slicked back, he had his cheap cologne on, and what seemed like his best clothes. How could he almost forget the most important thing on his list? The bouquet. He kept the flowers in a vase so they wouldn't dry out. They were truly magnificent. He knew Sam would love them indefinitely.

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THE FLOWER DANCE

Bishii was so fucking nervous. He kept trying to talk himself out of not doing this. The dance was going to start in any minute.. what if someone was to ask Sam before him? I mean, how could they not. He took a deep breath and walked into the forest, he felt his mouth drop open a little as he took in the scenery. "Holy shit.." It was so beautiful, everyone looked beautiful. Then he caught the farmer's eye. There he was. Sam. All he had to do was ask him to dance, that didn't seem so hard. He held the bouquet close to him as he headed towards the group.

"Sam? Could I talk to you?" The farmer swallowed hard. He had already talked to him now there's no running away. "Yeah, what's up?" The blonde looked at him and smiled, he still had that stupid hairstyle of his. The farmer loved it though. "I was.. wondering if you'd like to dance with me?" Bishii watched as the blondes face fell. "I.." Sam looked to the side. He felt his heart drop to his stomach as he gripped the bouquet firmly. God, please, please.. he prayed internally to himself as he felt the tears forming in his eyes. "I dunno, maybe next year? I'm already dancing with Penny.. And plus I barely know you." Bishii felt the flowers fall out of his hands as he clenched his fists. Barely know me..? He choked on his tears and turned around. "It's fine." He lied right through his teeth, everybody was looking at them. Everybody knows that Sam just rejected him. His fingernails were so deep in his skin that they caused it to bleed, tears were rolling down his tan cheeks. He just got humiliated in front of basically the whole town. He had to get out of here but he was trapped, all the exits were cut off with some stupid tape. He was stuck there until the dance ended. But the only thing he could think was how he had to get away from Sam.

Bishii was standing in the dark corner next to some trees, he watched as Sam and Penny danced, he was still sobbing for some reason. Maybe it's because he wished he was in Penny's place.. Yeah, that was probably it.

"Hey kiddo, you alright?" Robin was right there, she had a worried look on her face. "I saw what happened.. I'm sorry that you weren't able to attend the dance." The farmer looked down a little and noticed she had the bouquet in her hands. "The bouquet..?" He mumbled and she just nodded. "Well, I didn't want such beautiful flowers to go to waste.." She handed them to the farmer and he nodded. "I suppose so.."

A few hours later the farmer was back home. In his bed; all he did was stare up at the ceiling, replaying the scenario in his head. Bishii should've known he was going to get rejected. Sam was way out of his league.. and then him compared to Penny? He was nowhere near as beautiful as she was. He tried his best to hold the tears back as he laid on his side, he was meet face to face with pancake. He let out a few chuckles as she licked some of the salty tears off of his cheek. He ignored Sam for a few weeks, every time Sam tried to talk to him, Ignored. Meet him outside his house? Ignored. He just left some flowers at his door when it was Sam's birthday.

#stardew sam #stardew valley #angst #mlm #oc #maybe fluff #reqs open #send requests

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goremet-chef · 1 year ago

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we're leaving for vacation today (its like 3 am rn) and i cant stop cryinh 😭😭 i had a bad dream about miko while i slept and shes fine obviously but like. im missing her and we havent even left yet

the cats will be alone for 5 days total, but my aunt is coming by 2 days in to refill their food and water and make sure theyre okay, so they WILL be fine but it still makes me sad

like.. what if something happens to miko while im not home? im not gonna enjoy this trip cuz im gonna be sad missing her the entire time. thats generally how it goes for me tho. i like the drive up to where we go and then i sit idle and want to go home again to see her

i just feel like... miko used to be my sisters cat, but my sister pretty much abandoned her like she does with all her cats (i.e. riley, he was her cat too and once my grandma rescued him from our childhood house, my sister never cared about getting him back)

because of that like. it made me cry thinking she was just alone all the time (worse now knowing shes mostly blind) and i dont ever wanna do that to her, i love her too much

i cant even trust my fucking family either. i was at my grandmas house for like.. a week or 2 since i was at out hometown fair to see my friends and when i came back to my house, yknow i insisted SEVERAL times to my mom please check on my cat make sure her food is full etc and you know what i came back to?

she had mold in her food bowl. i almost cried i was so fucking angry. they put WET FOOD in her bowl and then left it, and it molded over. she couldve gotten REALLY SICK and my mom was like "ohh calm down it was just for a day 🙄 shes fine" wet food doesnt mold in ONE DAY mf

i was so mad man.. like. i pretty much BEGGED you to take good care of her like how she deserves, and you spat in my face essentially

they dont understand that she is my entire world. they think im joking when i say that but im not. shes my best friend, shes the love of my life. i want her to be well fed and loved and taken care of, i dont want her to be alone

i just get scared like, what if she thinks im abandoning her like my sister did? thats what really scares me, i dont want her to ever think im not coming back because i always will, but you cant exactly explain that to an animal

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lemondoddle · 3 years ago

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i just think that the chicken statue should be a liked/loved gift for shane thats all

#lane speaks #bc all artifacts are universal dislikes with the exception of penny who likes artifacts #so shane should get an exception for that specific item as well #hes the chicken guy i want to give him a chicken themed item okay??? i have two of them sitting in our house tho #yeah thats right Our House hes my husband now 😌#he watered the cat bowl today im love him #stardew valley #sdv #shane #sdv shane

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chocominnie · 4 years ago

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One Last Time 01 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Word Count : 4.3k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

The winter’s coldness is hardly enough for you to bear. Even though it’s just the beginning, Seoul is known to just go from season to season without a fucking warning. Not only that, but the first snowfall is going to come soon. The weatherman has been talking about it non-stop for the past few days. It’s going to be a brutal one he says but he says that every year so why believe?

Turning off your alarm, you take a few minutes to collect yourself and stretch. Barely any sleep once again but that’s an everyday thing now.. without Jimin. It’s been some rough months not having his body wrapped snugly onto yours. These days you long for his touch, but completely dread at the same time for very good reasons.

Your kitten greets you with small licks on your thigh in which in return you pet her head softly with a smile.

‘‘ At least I still have you babygirl. You keep me company. “ You coo softly while grabbing your phone off the charger. Texts from your best-friend just spamming you with love and apparently she’s coming over. Great. That’s normal. But one text catches your eye. Jeon Jungkook.

You furrow your eyebrows as your finger slides to open it after typing in your password. In relief, he’s just checking up on you as always. Rolling your eyes, you muster enough strength to actually pull yourself out of bed. The cold tiles hit your feet like icicles. You jump from from foot to foot cursing yourself for not turning on the floor heaters as you walk out the room. Clara, your kitten, follows you out purring nonchalantly with a few meows here and there.

‘’ Alright Clara I hear you. Im getting your food now.’’ You chuckle, grabbing her food from the bottom kitchen cabinet right under the sink and pour her half a cup of cat food and a whole bowl of water.

After snacking on your morning granola bar you prepare yourself for your morning routine. Shower, brush teeth, skin care, get dressed, clean. Your phone dings once more just before stripping yourself of your clothes. You don’t bother to look it’s probably just a social media notification.

Drying your hair with a towel as you get out the steaming hot shower, you head straight for the mirror. Dark circles remain under your eyes from months of barely any sleep. You sigh, and gently rub under them. Jimin is the cause of this. Why would he do this to you. Surely enough he would not like to see you like this at all. The worriedness he would have over you is huge. But he has moved on and you just have to accept it no matter how in-love you still are with him.

As you clean up around the living room, another ding from your phone occurs. A groan escapes your lips as you place the pillows back as they should be. In hopes of it just being your manager giving you some good news, you let out a sigh and plop yourself down on the grey suede couch. Three new messages. Jeon Jungkook, who has text you twice, and Ryan your bestfriend.

‘‘ Damn it Ryan why must you consistently text me twenty four sev- “

“ Beause I need to know if you’re okay.”

You jump and drop your phone onto the hardwood floor from the voice that comes from around you.

“ Holy fucking shit you scared me! “ You whine, turning around to face your best-friend. She smiles and holds out her arms for a hug. You roll your eyes and open yours waiting for her embrace.

“ Oh i’ve missed you so so so so so so so-”

“ You just seen me yesterday..” Your voice sarcastic and bland as you let go of her. You sit on the couch first followed by Ryan sitting right next to you.

She looks good today, the navy blue coat she has on suits her very well. Although, you cannot figure out why she decided to wear leggings today. It’s going to rain a bit later but you disregard that seeing as though she’s the fashion deisgner and not you.

You. The model and seemingly ex girlfriend of one of the biggest solo idol in the world right now. Thats what they call you in the news, headlines in magazines, and real life as if you don’t have a real name and just was his acessory. Your modeling career had taken off way before dating him. The world, or Seoul to say the most, didn’t acklowledge you to that point yet.

“ Okay but still. You know we should be roomates. It’ll be easier for me to watch over you. “

Your head turns towards her quickly shaking no, “ I don’t need to be looked over im 20 years old.”

Silence takes place for the next few seconds. You know what she’s going to say next but pray she doesn’t. Those words will just make you even more upset. It’s already enough you have that constant reminder in your head.

You watch her fiddle with the rings on her index and pinky fingers. “ But you know… you haven’t been the same since you and Jimi-”

“ Don’t fucking say it. I don’t want to hear it.”

She sighs harshly and stands up, “ Im just worried about you Yn”

“ Don’t be. Im fine. “ That lie escaped your tongue way too easily.

Truthfully you haven’t and won’t be fine. Everyday there is something new about that girl and Jimin on twitter. Gossip pages, twitter fanpages, and online entertainment pages just always talking about them. They did this, they did that today. Oh we caught them going to this and that restaurant. That used to be you and him.. but now everyone has forgotten about you and focused on them.

Ever since you’ve told reporters and paparazzi repeatedly that you will not be holding or going to any interview they just stopped. A few calls here and there to your manager about scheduling one but she knew you didn’t want to do them so every request is denied. Although its been a year and some change, they still seem to want your side and your opinion to weigh in on. I guess that’s what happens when you date an Idol.

“ The door.. Y/N the door somebody is at the door.” Ryan says, tapping you over and over. You shake your head interrupting your thoughts for the time being. A few more knocks come through.

Finally up onto your feet you harshly walk to the door with each step making noise. It’s to early in the morning for someone to actually be knocking at the door right now. Whoever it is better be dropping off some sort of package, or they’ll surely get a piece of your mind.

Your frail hands grab onto the doorknob and swing it open. Your eyes almost pop through your sockets. How? How did he know you were here? You certainly did not tell him your knew address.

There he stands, his tall frame looking down on you. Lips formed into a tiny pout along with his eyebrows scrunched slightly. His brown eyes forming an ungodly stare into yours with his specs on.

“ Yn! Do you know how worried I was about you? Why did you not answer my messa-”

“Jungkook how do you know where I live?” You pace your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow at him. To your knowledge, you never gave Jungkook your new apartment address.

Jungkook swallows slowly and puts on his best innocent face on. Oh please like that would work in this moment right now. The only person who has this address is Ryan because she’s the one who helped you move. Even if you had the choice of not giving it out to Ryan you would of but you couldn’t do that to her. She would of been so upset.

Ryan’s voice blares in the background full of excitement. Here we fucking go. “Jungkook! Come in Come in.”

“ Ryan says I could come in.” He says quickly, brushing past you and removing his shoes.

You heavily sigh and slam the door shut. What is this a family reunion? On your way back to the couch you notice them laughing and giggling like two five year old children. They don’t even notice you when you sit right across from them.

You study their expressions. Their chemistry is something so strong. The way their eyes light up when they meet, the way that Jungkook smiles and scrunches his nose more often when she’s around. You miss that. You miss doing that.

“ So are you both coming along this afternoon?”

Your attention focuses back on them. Of course you weren’t paying attention once again.

Your eyes slowly meet with theirs, “ Huh? Where are we going?”

“ Kookie finally bought a house! He wants us to come tonight for chicken and beer. You’re coming right?”

A sharp pain goes through your heart. If the both you you guys go then theirs a possibility that Jimin was invited too. After all, that is his brother. If Jimin comes then he’s most likely going to bring Isabel. A recipe for disaster. Your poor heart, that most likely could not bare the sight of them infront of you, would shatter into a million pieces.

Jungkook’s expression is ready to burst into happiness or to turn into a pout awaiting for your answer. If you let him down he’ll surely be mad at you. But putting yourself before him this time would be the right thing to do right?

“ Listen Jungkook I.. don’t think I can go.” You start off, playing with your hair with your head down.

“ I’ll space you two apart.”

Your face automatically lifts itself up in shock. Somehow, that little confirmation of Jimin being there, gave you some hope. Hope for what though?

“ Wha-what do you mean?”

Jungkook sighs heavily with his hand going up to his brown hair running it through lightly. “ I’ll make sure you two are distanced apart. You don’t want to come because of Jimin but I’ll make sure I’ll invite more people to keep you company and away from him. Okay?”

“ Please Yn. I’ll be there too.” Ryan begs, laying her head on Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook smiles a little, caressing her cheek with his other hand upon waiting your response.

Weird. When did they get so close?

The first thing you want to say is that you really could not go. But they already know the excuse now. You might as well just give in.

‘‘ Fine. What time tonight? “

Skincare and makeup products are scattered everywhere on your vanity. You needed the perfect look for tonight that says ‘Yes im doing fine without you’, but in reality you’re doing worse. This is the night where you’ll actually see him. Damn it’s been a while.

After you apply your highlight you step back and take a look at yourself. Not bad at all. You smile to yourself and start cleaning up the mess of products you had distributed across the vanity. A new text appears on you phone as soon as you gather everything up and put it back in it’s place. Grabbing your phone, it’s Ryan giving you the address to Jungkook’s new house.

You sigh and mentally prepare yourself, ‘‘ Okay Yn. You can do this. It’s just one night of conversing among people. Who knows, maybe you’ll meet someone new.”

Before heading out you grab your coat and scarf. Clara follows you all the way to the door letting out her little meows once again. You bend down to pet her head lightly with a smile. “ Clara im coming back. I’ve put food in your bowl babygirl.”

She purrs under your touch then walks away to settle herself in her bed. You take one last final look at your decent sized apartment before heading out.

The subway ride was agonizing pain for you due to it being 30 minutes long. Well, at-least you can ride the subway now. Your mind wouldn’t even of thought of that when you were with him. Everybody would have noticed you and bombard you with questions.

The outskirts of Seoul is peaceful and quite. Not many people live over here. Mostly famous actors and idols. The taxi takes a few minutes to get to the fairly clean subway station. Once you’re inside you take a good look at the driver who seems to be eyeing you in suspicion. You pull out your phone and read the words to the address exactly to him. The taxi man pulls of into the empty streets of god knows where.

All it took was a ten minute ride and then you’re there. The taxi man pulls up to a security guard booth. Just beyond the gates is more street but by squinting your eyes you can make out just a few newly built houses.

‘‘ Who are you here to see?” The taxi driver says.

“ Jeon Jungkook.?

The driver talks to the man for a few seconds before you see the security guard pick up a phone and start dialing. The security is extremely uptight, thats good. After a few moments of speaking the security guard finally opens the gates to be let through.

As you pull up to the house you’re automatically mesmerized on how big and beautiful it is. There’s fresh bushes and some white roses growing in the front of it complementing the white modern style home. The roundabout is full of luxurious cars, in which might be all the other guests.

‘‘ 10 dollars’‘ He says. You give him the ten, thank him, and grab your purse, closing the door behind you.

Your eyes meet face to face with the expensive house. Behind you is the tire wheels backing up and running off back down the roundabout. The time on your watch reads 8:15. Only fifteen minutes late, not bad right?

With each step you take fear quivers inside of you. What if he opens the door? What if that girl opens it instead? The wind blows harsh-fully hitting your cheeks making them turn slightly colored. You raise a small, shaky fist to knock on the door. Your blood turning cold, and face turning pale already. Your anxiety already taking its place inside of your body.

The door swings open revealing Ryan smiling from ear to ear. She pulls you inside without even a greeting. You kick your shoes off in a hurry as she pulls you more and more inside. Scanning the area around you, its a nice huge place. First the both of you pass the entrance, then the chef sized kitchen, which then leads you to the spacious living room where everybody seems to be sitting.

All eyes are on you now with some familiar faces and some not. They smile and greet you one by one and you slightly bow your head with a fake smile.

‘‘ Ah Yn, nice to see you again huh.’‘ Hoseok, the smiley one says, getting up from his seat to greet you once more.

‘‘ Nice to see you to Hoseok. Is Chae-Yeon here? I’ve baked the cookies she likes.’’ You say, holding up the big tuba-wear of freshly baked cookies. Nobody can resist those.

‘‘ No she had to work sadly, but I will enjoy them for her.’‘ He chuckles, bringing the tuba-wear out of your dainty, cold hands.

A very familiar voice booms from behind you causing you to turn around. “ Yn! You actually did come!’’ Jungkook, the owner of the voice exclaims. He wipes his hands with a napkin just before pulling you into a hug.You pat his back just before letting go.

Ryan smiles and shakes her head, “ I told you she would come.’’

Only one hour and 30 minutes into the festivities and half of the people here are drunk or nearly there. You on the other hand do not drink at all. Staying sober throughout this whole party is a must. Who knows what would happen if you start drinking and saying things.Ryan seems to be doing good with Jungkook who’s laying on the floor laughing and cracking jokes with her head laying on his stomach giggling along with him. The others have casually invited themselves into the guest game-room to play some pool.

You just sit there on the couch, munching on a cookie and smiling and laughing here and there at one of Seokjin and Jungkook’s back-to-back jokes that seem to never leave the air.

Only for a knock on the door to interrupt their flow of jokes.

‘‘ I got it I got it.” Seokjin stammers, placing a beer bottle down and stumbling towards the door. You freeze, face turning pale once more. It’s them. It could be them. Your teeth find their way to your lips and you begin to chew on it excessively.

Ryan notices it and automatically gets up from Jungkook, ‘‘ Come Yn, lets go see if the game of pool is interesting.’‘

You nod your head slightly as you get up from the couch. What are you worrying for? You look extravagant tonight. No need to worry yourself.

Just before taking your first few steps you stop, that voice. That oh so familiar voice begins to inch closer and closer. The famous laugh that he always tries to stifle by putting his hand over his mouth, that you’ve always thought was so fucking cute, fills the air.

You don’t know what got over you, but you sit back down dragging Ryan down with you. “ Yn? What are you doing I thought you wanted to avoid him.’’

‘’ No it’s okay. Im going to be fine.’‘ You say, awaiting upon his arrival into the room.

The footsteps are haunting you with each step they take.

one..two..three..four..five..si-

‘‘ Everyone, Isabel and Jimin are here.’‘ Seokjin stammers, smiling wide clearly drunk from all the beer consumed.

Your eyes go directly towards his. The pit of your stomach flutters with nervousness as you hold the long stare with him. His facial expression shocked but not showing it at all. His partner, who’s arm is linked with his, smiles brightly at everyone bowing her head slightly to them including you.

‘‘ Sorry we are late. Jimin didn’t want to come out of his home studio but I’ve made him come along with me.’‘ Her voice gentle and soft.

‘‘ Yn I forgot let me show you my new painting i have received.” Jungkook says quickly, trying to escape you from the awkwardness.You can bare it though its not as bad as you thought.

‘‘ Maybe later Kookie. I’m going to grab some juice.” You say, getting up from your spot. You brush past Jimin lightly with Ryan tailing along with you.

The spacious kitchen was perfect for you to escape for just a moment. Silence is golden. Ryan sighs, pouring you and her a glass of juice. Nothing is to be said yet. But you know she really wants to have her input.

Raising the glass to your lips, you take a sip letting the tanginess run across your tongue and down your throat. ‘’ Say it Ryan.’’

She puts her cup down and looks at you with your eyebrows furrowed, ‘’ You aren’t fine. Please just avoid them for the night.’’

You knew it was coming but you have to face the fact that they area couple anyways so why avoid it? Maybe your mind will finally accept it to see it in person.

‘‘ I have to face it one way or another so why not now?’‘

She shakes her head in disapproval, finishing the rest of her juice. “ No you don’t. You’re making yourself suffer and I don’t like it.’’

‘‘ Yn.. did you make these cookies?’‘ A voice says behind you. Ryan’s eyes go wide and then looks at you signaling for you to not turn around. But you do it anyways.

Isabel. How dare she call you by a pet name? You don’t even know her like that and she’s doing this. Anger wants to get the best of you but you remain humble and calm.

‘‘ Yes. Is there a problem though? Are they not good?’‘ You say, putting on your best innocent act.

She smiles as she moves a piece of hair of her perfectly framed face, ‘’ No they are great! I was wondering if i can have the recipe.. for Jimin’s purpose of course.’’

You breathe through your nostrils with your eyes closed. She knows what she’s doing. She likes seeing you suffer huh? ‘’ You can follow any recipe online. I just add almond extract and substitute white sugar for brown.’’

Ryan shakes her head slightly while sticking her cup into the sink. ‘’ I’m going to be back I have to use the restroom.’’

Once she leaves Isabel’s smile drops.’’ Almond? Im- Im allergic!” She says, semi yelling at you. You’re shocked more or so at the sudden outburst that you can’t speak. You had zero knowledge of her being allergic, it’s an accident for sure.

“You did this on purpose!’’ She says, tears filling her eyes as she goes into a coughing fit.

Shit. You didn’t know if anyone was allergic to nuts here but you had put it in anyways because that was the secret ingredient

‘’ I- I didn’t know im sorry is there anything I can do?’’ You say, guilt taking over you while you rush to her side patting her back.

‘‘ Get off of me! You did this on purpose! You never liked me anyways. Jimin! Jimin!‘ She scream’s, coughing and wheezing making her face red.

Multiple footsteps rush into the kitchen. You don’t know what to do at this point so you just back away and let whoever take over. All the commotion going on and yelling is starting to give you a slight headache. All of the boys surround her, bombarding with questions and asking each other what to do.

‘‘ What’s all the yelling about? What happened! “ Jungkook exclaims rushing towards her hunched over body.

‘‘ What’s going on? “ That voice that haunts you everynight finally comes inside the kitchen. When he see’s Isabel he automatically rushes towards her side. It pains you to see him rush to another woman’s body. But that figure is no longer yours so he has every right to do that.

‘‘ She-She put almond in the cookies on purpose! She’s trying to–to-’‘ She manages to wheeze out before another coughing fit.

Jimin’s eyes meet yours full of rage but then taken over by concern. He knows your hurt. Still hurt from the past and from this very situation now. You don’t manage to keep eye contact, so the floor is your eyes’ bestfriend right now.

‘‘ Yn. is this true? Why would you do that?” He says, eyes never leaving yours and voice soft.

You shake your head quickly, “ I didn’t know she was allergic. I always put almond extract an-’’

“ You knew better than to put any type or form of nut in a dish when bringing it to ones house. You never know if someone has an allergy to it.’‘ Jungkook scolds you, eyes furrowed in shame.

‘‘ Don’t blame her. She didn’t fucking know.” Ryan’s voice enters the room in madness. She comes to your side with her arms crossed. Your own personal savior. Without her, you’d still be feeling guilty and taking the blame.

‘‘ Besides, you knew better than to invite him if you knew he was going to bring the girl he cheated on her with.. right?’‘ She says, cocking her head to the side as her attitude takes over.

The room is silent again. Good girl Ryan.

Isabel lifts her head in disbelief along with Jimin. “ Listen that’s beside the point. Just don’t do it again.” Jimin says, focusing his attention back on Isabel. He reaches into her purse to grab her Epi-pen.

His scolding is enough to send your eyes into tears. You shouldn’t of agreed to come. This is a disaster. You take the tuba-wear of cookies from the counter on your way out of the kitchen and dispose of them. Your vision is blurry and you don’t know where your going but you just need some air. You make lefts and rights down long and short hallways till you reach a room that has a balcony.

You slip on who-ever’s house slippers and open the sliding door revealing the winter’s cold harsh air. You lean on the railing and close your eyes breathe in and out heavily.

Wiping the tears away, You open our eyes and look straight ahead. The whole city is lit up such a beautiful view for a sad moment. The sad moment is cut short by the sliding door opening and closing. You don’t bother to turn around it’s probably just Ryan checking on you again. When are people going to stop doing that?

“ Yn.”

Thats the last voice you wanted to hear.

‘‘ Are you happy? Happy for scolding me infront of everybody.” You sniffle, wiping away your leaking nose.

You hear some rustling before something is placed on your shoulders. You look down at the material and shrug it off of you.

‘‘ Give it to your girlfriend.”

‘‘ I can’t let you be cold. Put it back on.’‘ He sighs, picking it back up and coming closer to you. You both stand side by side. Jimin puts his jacket around you once more and before you could re-do your action just before, he speaks.

‘‘ Shrug it off again and I’ll scold you. Do you understand?’‘ He says firmly.

You don’t bother to speak. Silence is golden.

‘‘ Listen.. i know you still aren’t over the fact that we are through but-”

‘‘ Shut up. I don’t want to hear it. Please go tend to your dying girlfriend.’‘ You say, sarcastically.

He huffs, “ She’s resting right now. She wouldn’t have to be if you wouldn’t of put-’’

You turn towards him slowly and meet his eyes daring for him to finish the rest of his sentence. ‘’ Don’t you fucking dare Park Jimin.’’

‘‘ Honorifics.’‘ He says, slightly looking down at you due to the height difference.

‘‘ You’re right Jimin-ssi.’‘

Jimin’s expression is taken a-back. You knew that one honorific word would hurt him.

‘‘ If we are done speaking I will take my leave now.” You say, eyes never leaving his as you take off his jacket and toss it to him, leaving him outside in the cold

This night was one of your worst mistakes. You thought you could handle it, but couldn’t. So maybe Ryan and Jungkook were right. Maybe you can’t handle it at all..

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shallyne · 3 years ago

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Catsitting

That is a continuation of "Promise me to take care of Biscuit" but you don't have to read the first part, to read this one.

TW: none

Feyre and Rhys are dating for 4 months now. No one knows yet. Feyre has to go away for a week so Rhys takes care of her cat, Biscuit.

Rhys sat on the couch in his living room watching Biscuit dozing in her little cat hammock. Feyre asked Rhys to take care of Biscuit this week because she had to travel to a convention with her boss and some other co-workers. Rhys agreed instantly. Over the last year he got attached to the little furrball. The attachment to Biscuits owner obviously made the decision way easier. Rhys sighed and took a sip of his water. Feyre and Rhys were dating for 4 months now, they decided to not tell anyone yet. They want to wait until the time is right and just enjoy the time together, just the two of them. Nobody else sticking their nose in their relationship. Rhys already knew that Cassian and Mor would nag on him for keeping that secret. Both of them already pushed him to make a move on Feyre, not knowing they were already a thing.

His doorbell snatched Rhys out of his thoughts. He stood up and opened his apartment door, letting Selene in. "There is my favorite sister!" he exclaimed with grin.

Selene rolled her eyes. "I am your only sister."

Rhys took her schoolbag, throwing it in the couch, strolling into the kitchen. Selene sat on the counter.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked.

"I don't care."

Rhys took out the leftovers of yesterdays dinner and warmed them up.

"What is that?"

Rhys looked into the direction Selene pointed to. "That's Biscuits water bowl. Feyre is away for a few days, I take care of her in the meanwhile."

He took the food and gave it Selene who had a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

"Eat first, then we see if Biscuit is in the mood to play. You'll just scare him if you run to him now." Rhys said, knowing exactly what his sister was thinking. "How was school?" he changed the subject.

"Good. When are you gonna tell mum that youre dating Feyre?" she asked.

Good. She was good and way too perceptive for her age. Rhys crossed his arms, watching her eat.

"How." he said.

"You blushed when you said her name." Selene giggled.

"I didn't!" he responded, way too fast to be believable. Damn it. "Anyways," he took a seat beside his sister. "I trust you not to tell mom."

Selene raised a brow. "Are you not trying to bribe me?"

"What do you want?"

"A new phone."

"No. I am ordering pizza tonight."

"Deal."

Rhys laughed. "Deal."

They sat there in silence for a few minutes. Selene eating lunch and Rhys checking his phone and answering some messages.

"Mom will be happy." Selene broke the silence, pushing her plate away. "She loves Feyre, and she is already trying to play matchmaker between you two."

Rhys knew that. Their Mother knew that Rhys was in love with Feyre, he told her a few years ago, asking her not to play matchmaker. She listened to him until a few months ago. However she did it, his mother felt something changing between him and Feyre.

"I know." he said leaning back. "We will tell her soon."

Selene nodded and looked to her left. Biscuit came into the room, jumping onto the kitchen counter a few feet away, watching Selene. Rhys gave her the pack of Biscuits favourite treats. "Be patient, it takes her a while to warm up to strangers."

Selene nodded again, taking a treat and holding it out. She was always a fan of animals and he knew she wanted a pet but their father didn't allow it. Selene never met Biscuit until today, tough she asked Feyre to send her pictures of the cat, which Feyre did regularly. Rhys smiled, his family already loved Feyre and Feyre loved them.

Selene made a surprised noise when Biscuit slowly walked towards her, sniffing on the treat in her hand. Carefully she took it out of Selenes hand, not running away this time like she did when Cassian tried to feed her the first time.

"She likes me!" Selene whispered.

"She does." Rhysand confirmed, impressed.

Selene took another treat, giving it to Biscuit. Then she held her hands out to Biscuit for her to sniff on it. Selene carefully lifted her hand up to pet the cat, and Biscuit allowed it.

Selene smiled, eyes bright.

"Does Mor know?" she asked. Rhys knew what she meant, he was about to tell Selene that Mor didn't know about Rhys's and Feyres relationship when Mor strolled in. "Know what?"

Rhys whipped his head to her, he did not hear Mor approach at all.

"That Feyre and him are dating." Selene said, continuing to pet Biscuit.

"Selene!" he said.

"What? You just said don't tell mom!" she replied.

Mor squealed, running to hug him. "I knew it! Congrats, cousin! I need to tell Cassian, he will be-"

"No!" Rhys interrupted. "You're not gonna tell him, and you'll act surprised when Feyre tells you."

Mor took a surprised step back. "Alright." she took a seat to his right. "How long?"

"4 Months."

"Shit." she said.

"Shit?!" he asked.

"Azriel won the bet." Mor said, more to herself than to him.

Selene chuckled.

Rhys rolled his eyes, of course they would bet on them.

Mor slapped him on his arm. "I am so happy for you! You finally stopped being blind idiots."

Rhys groaned. "Thanks, Selene."

"You're welcome." she said, cuddling Biscuit.

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lustbile · 4 years ago

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To Provoke

Incubus!HaechanxReader

Word Count: 4.4K

Warning: dom-ish haechan, semi public (alley way), oral&fingering, biting, blood consumption, & can maybe be interpreted as degrading but not really

notes: a resounding thank you to whoever gave haechan curls and horns im in love with you nct stylist person. I wrote this all today and it made me stupid so I will try to go through and do more editing. Also not that I think anyone would, but I made the edit for this, horns and all, and im asking politely no one repost it, i know it’s not the most extravagant edit but im asking u pls.

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You were trying to provoke him.

You were always trying to provoke him.

Everything you did, every move, blink, sigh, and turn was an attempt to pull him from the shadows.

To admit you’re addicted to him is embarrassing, degrading even, especially with the way it fills his chest and wild eyes with hunger and pride. His ego was one thing that never needed to grow, big enough to fill every nook and cranny of the universe, but something about the way your pretty eyes would glitter at him in awe pushed it over the edge in free fall.

The outfit you chose to wear was maybe a bit too revealing for the weather, the nipping cold dancing along your shoulders and thighs in a way that makes your stomach clench and your teeth chatter. But it was the same outfit you had worn on the night you had met him, the outfit that his greedy fingers tugged and pulled on to get access to your skin, and it still had the smallest of tears in the seem from his impatience that night.

But it got you attention, and that's what mattered in the end.

He had always had a jealous streak, something he’d deny sharply if you had the nerve to accuse him, but that didn’t change the fact that some of your best nights with him were spent after he showed up to remind you that your body and skin were for him only. And that jealousy was the exact thing you needed to get him to show his face again.

It had been far too long since you had felt him last. You had no clue where he could have possibly ran off to for such a long time, but that didn’t stop the fire that was building in your belly. And no matter how many times you tried, your own wandering hands were never enough to quench your body’s thirst like he could.

The man you spoke to at the club meant less than nothing to you, even when you felt his growing excitement pressing against your back when you agreed to dance with him. The sloppy kisses you allowed him to press against the skin of your neck felt no different than just air as your mind was too distracted by the man that had taken ownership of your heart and soul so long ago, regardless of his absence.

It didn’t feel long before the lights became too bright, the alcohol that sloshed in your cup too bitter for your tongue, and the smell of the strange man too stale and unfamiliar. But when you pushed away from his chest and checked the time on your phone, while you ignored his grumbled complaints of you being a tease, you saw that it was only a handful of minutes past midnight.

You had stayed out much longer than that before, much later in fact and with glee, but something in your chest, a heavy and daunting weight, was pulling you towards the entrance on unsteady feet and a taunting disappointment on your shoulders.

Your mind still felt muggy even after you broke away from the stuffy environment of the building, but you brushed it off as a combination of the minimal alcohol you’d consumed and the angry unsatisfied monster that had made home in your gut.

You had enough of a head on your shoulders to scan your purse for your pepper spray and pocket knife before you decided that maybe the short walk home would help clear your mind and disappointment. It was still cold, your icy fingertips begging for a uber or cab instead, but you were hoping the biting chill would help calm down whatever lustful beast you had become because of a man you couldn't even contact.

Your legs felt too heavy to carry with every step you took, your neck feeling like your necklaces were made from tons of lead instead of whatever cheap metal the random online store you had ordered them from used. You were grateful that the only company you had on the back streets you had chosen to take were the flickering street lamps and the skittering rats you could hear in each alley you passed.

You could almost taste the relief of the cheap bottles of wine you had stashed in your kitchen paired with a trashy netflix horror film when you turned onto your street, your apartment building somehow looking inviting with its old brick and foggy windows as it sat on the corner. The only thing stopping you from kicking off your heels and making a run for it being the memory of one of your less than polite neighbors dropping a large glass vase and not feeling any need to pick up the broken pieces before leaving for the day.

Instead you grit your teeth to help bear the pinching of your shoes, and break into a quick and awkward jog down the desolate stretch of sidewalk. Your eyes watering as you're met with icy air.

Peace and warmth and cheap familiar alcohol is only a few strides away when you hear it. To anyone else in the city it would have been no different than the sounds of an everyday creature scavenging in the trash for food, but you had lived here long enough to know what's a rat or raccoon or, in this case, a cat.

It was a stray you had befriended long ago, one that could climb and duck into your conveniently opened balcony door for a bowl of food and a scratch behind the ears. It was just a sweet little boy that was grey and covered with scratches and scars, but due to a no pet policy had to be kept labeled as a stray and a secret to your landlord.

You huff in frustration, assuming he would have been curled up on your couch when you returned home and not chasing rats in the alley next to your building, but he had always been mischievous from the day you met him. So with the hope that you could block his image from the security cameras, you turn and head into the dim light of the small alley.

You had lovingly dubbed him Oscar when you came home more than once to your trash can tipped over and learned he had a special love for garbage, and that name along with some weird chattering cooing left you mouth as you tried to coax him from whatever trash can he was creating chaos within.

Your teeth were already gritted and you back stiff as the playful feline found enjoyment in jumping out and scaring you in times like this and you assumed this time would be no different as his evilness seemed to only raise as it got deeper and deeper into the night. So you were already mentally prepared for an attack from an overly excited ball of fur, what you weren’t prepared for was a voice.

“What are you doing out so late?” the voice was gruff and slightly accusatory and made you all but jump completely out of your skin. And as you whip around in circles to try to find the face that the words feel from, you see your love and joy Oscar jump from the tallest trash can and scale the fire escape up to scramble back into your home like a guilty teenager that was caught by their mother.

“I asked you a question,” this time the words were followed by strong hands gripping your shoulders and a shrill yelp escaping your throat.

Your hand was pushing into your purse for at least one of your weapons as you squat to get out of the person's hold and turn to see their face, the grinning and prideful boy behind you washes you with a wave of relief before stabbing at you with annoyance.

“Haechan, what the fuck,” you whisper harshly as you pull your hand from your purse and stand up straight, your now free hand now moving to jab a rough finger into the dip of his chest, “how many times? How many times have I told you to not fucking sneak up on me like that. I know the pepper spray can’t hurt you and a stab wound would heal in like five minutes but that doesn’t mean I want to stab you, idiot.”

“Why not?” his head jerks back as if you said something dumb like the sky wasn’t actually blue or he wasn’t really the sexiest man to live, something that just has no logic behind it in the slightest, “like you said it would heal so maybe we could try, might be kinda hot.”

He punctuates his words by grabbing you roughly by the waist, his other hand wrapping gently around your neck before he pushes you against the rough brick behind you, the permanent evil glimmer in his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Do you ever get tired of being an absolute freak?” you thinly veiled insult doesn’t pack as much of a punch as you had maybe hoped, but when he begins to mouth at the skin of your jaw and cheek you can’t really find it within yourself to care.

“Well isn’t that why you like me?” he asks rhetorically as he starts to nip light bruises in the spots that blur your vision, “freaky me must be your favorite, because otherwise you wouldn’t be dressed the way you are.”

He’s no wrong, not even in the slightest, but the confident way in which he says it is enough to make you want to lie, “wanting you and liking you are two different things, no one ever said I liked you.”

“Oh but you want me,” the way in which he takes everything you say in strides without even batting an eye is bit infuriating, but the way his fingers tighten against your neck and push into your jugular is enough to make you melt against him, “that’s what you said so for once that’s not me putting words into your pretty little mouth. But don’t say you don’t like me, that’s a dirty lie and we both know it.”

“You don’t like when I lie?” you pout at him, trying to pull more and more reactions from him, “but some of your favorite things I say are lies, like how big you are and how well you fuc-“

“Alright that’s enough of you,” he interrupts, his fist tightening that much more and his other slipping from your waist to reach under the hem of your dress, a satisfied growl and his tongue pressing into the inside of his cheek being his reaction when he realizes the underwear he was grabbing for wasn’t there, “I’ve had to watch you prance around all night, letting a low down dog of a man touch you. And for what? My attention? Baby, you already have my attention.”

Your words stutter violently, the only sounds coming from your throat are whines and gasps as his fingers slip between your thighs and glide against the dampened skin, never staying on your clit long enough to give you the pleasure you need but enough to make you squirm.

“You were watching me?” you finally gasp out, before it clicks in your brain how dumb of a question it was. He told you a long time ago that he always will keep an eye on you, and knowing what he is and the things he can do, you had no reason to not believe him.

“I always am my pretty baby,” he coos before pressing teasing kisses to your open mouth, seemingly tasting and feeding off of every little noise that slips out, “and it hurts to see you let such a nasty man touch you where only I should. You didn’t even notice him following you out of that trashy club did you, silly thing?”

You jerk back as much as you can with the way he holds you, eyes widening at the news that you were apparently being followed without your knowledge. Every emotion that swims in your brain feels like its fighting for dominance, but with the way he chooses to dip his middle and ring fingers just barely past your entrance you’re struggling to cling to just one.

“God, you are so lucky to have me aren’t you? Who else would take care of creeps and make you feel good hm?” he tilts his head as he speaks, his breath warm against the side of your face before his tongue dips to lick at the shell of your ear, “no one can make you feel the way I do can they?”

“No,” you finally answer after a moment, the word coming out as an airy breath as his fingers finally sink in all the way. He wastes no time before curling them and pressing at the spot that makes your knees buckle, “please Haechan, need you so bad.”

“Oh is that one of those infamous lies of yours you were talking about?” he pulls away slightly, but shows no interest in slowing the motions of his hand, “well it can’t be can it? I can always tell you know? Can hear the way your heart picks up when you lie, much different than the way it does when you’re about to come for me.”

His wrist starts to move faster, the heel of his hand finally pressing and rubbing against your clit as the muscles of his forearm start to strain. The telling signs of your orgasm feel too sudden, too fast, and with his hand still constricting the blood that tries to flow to your head all you can do is let your eyes roll as your breathing comes out as small puffs.

“But since you’ve asked so nicely,” you can only let out a pathetic cry when he pulls his hand away from you suddenly, your lack of oxygen being the only thing stopping you from letting out a scream loud enough for the whole block to hear as he denies you of any stimulation. All you can do is let out incoherent babbling and whines as your hands reach up to dig your nails into the leather jacket protecting his forearms.

He releases your neck, your skin burning from the friction and the sudden amount of oxygen and blood returning to your head making you dizzy. And while your eyes roll as they try to refocus and your heart rate begins to slow to normal, he grabs your wrists and pushes your weakened form to be flush against the wall thats scrapes against your exposed skin.

“You are by far the best thing ive ever tasted,” he mutters, not concerned with whether you heard him or not, before his mouth latches to the side of your neck. He seems to find the most interest in the finger prints he left behind, as he pulls the tender skin between his sharp teeth and works to create a bruise that won’t leave you for another week.

Regardless of denying you a proper release, he considers himself to still be a generous guy. As his tongue lays flat against the burning skin of your neck, he starts to kick at your feet until your clumsy legs are falling apart wide enough for him to press his thigh against your skin, and in the exact way he predicted, you can’t help but to begin grinding helplessly against him.

One of the main reasons the dress that you currently wear is one of his favorites, is the neckline. Low enough to show the expanse of your chest and just enough of your cleavage to make him salivate. He’s as transparent as glass with this love, especially as he mouth travels down between your collarbones and sternum.

You can hear a quiet pop in the fabric of the neckline when he bites down and begins to pull it with him as he sinks down to the floor, the huff you let out being both in frustration from him further ruining a nice dress and your impatience.

The straps dig harshly into the skin of your shoulders before they give and fall, the sudden lack of support making it easier for Haechan to take the fabric and expose your chest to the cold air.

The look in his eyes when you look down is mean and predatory, you fear one day he’ll snap and consume you whole, but for today he settles for wrapping his swollen lips around your nipple and sucking harshly.

Your hips quicken involuntary, broken moans filling the empty alley as you twitch and squirm in his hold. He seems to grow irritated at your impatience as he shoves your wrists back harshly, his knuckles audibly scraping against the brick.

“You can never be patient to save your life,” his head tilts forward and he presses his forehead against your sternum with a huff before he’s leaning back up to press a sloppy kiss against your panting mouth, “you’re lucky I missed you so much or otherwise you’d be in for a lot longer of a night.”

He keeps your wrists trapped in his hold as he moves to kneel on the ground, the rough and dirtied pavement doing nothing to help the tears that already litter his jeans.

You feel your face flush when he lets go of one wrist and uses his newly freed hand to shove the hem of your dress up and around your hips, and the burning beneath your skin only worsens when he leans forward and breathes deeply with his nose pressed against your pubic bone.

He leans back for a moment, his hand wrapping around the bend of your knee to pull your leg to rest on his shoulder and you feel your shoulder sting from the wall cutting into your skin from him moving you like a doll.

“Haechan,” you whisper his name out with a pout that you hope will get you exactly what you want, but you can only huff and petulantly twitch when he begins nipping and licking at the skin on the insides of your thighs.

His teeth are sharper than most, and he usually airs on the side of caution because he’s aware of this. His bites are gentle for the most part, but when you begin to peak in your feelings of impatience, you can’t help the way your hips begin jerking forwards in search of his tongue.

His palm pushing against your hip is his first warning, a generous one in his opinion, but when the warning seems to fly completely over your pretty little head he has no other choice but to lean forward and sink his teeth into delicate skin at the bend of your thigh.

You cry out for a second before you’re tucking your lip between your teeth. It stings terribly, the skin breaking around his teeth burns but you can’t stop the way you revel in the sharp pain. And at the exact same moment you taste the metallic ting of the blood falling from your bitten lip, you feel the same warm thick liquid drip from the wounds he’s created and straight into his grinning mouth.

More blood falls freely when he pulls his teeth from your flesh, his warm tongue flattening against the injury immediately to catch as much of the liquid as possible.

He laps at it for a moment, savoring as much of the taste of your life source as possible, before he starts at the bottom of the bite mark and drags slowly up.

Once his tongue moves off the wound, he continues across your skin. The moment he hits your labia, you let out a gasp and jerk against him again, your mind completely erasing the fact that the bite was meant to be a punishment for that exact thing.

He seems to have forgotten him wanting you to remain still, as he doesn’t hesitate in the slightest until his licking across your stil swollen bundle of nerves.

He moans as the flavor of your arousal mixes with the still lingering taste of your blood, the vibrations shooting straight up your spine and making you shiver.

He tilts his head up to smile at you, his eyes shining as he grabs your hands and moving them to thread into his curled hair.

“Why are you shivering?” he asks with a faux concern, his right hand smoothing over your thigh before pushing between your legs to return his fingers to their spot inside of you, immediately pumping and curling them slowly, “are you cold or something? Maybe it’s because you’re in such a skimpy little dress?”

You groan out in annoyance at his playful act, your eyes rolling back but for once not in pleasure. It’s not until he starts to proudly giggle to himself do you exploit the hold you have on the back of his head to push him back to your body.

You fear that being shoved around may be the exact thing Haechan would have wanted, when he happily moans before latching his lips to your clit again, but the pleasure that melts your muscles erases any need to call him out on his deviousness and perverted enjoyment.

He seems happy with your moving hips when they start to move against his waiting face. Your fingers mindlessly and desperately tug at his scalp as your head tilts back and thumps against the wall.

The hand that isn’t pressed deeply inside you slides across your hip, his callused fingers making goosebumps run up your arms as they push into your lower belly.

You can feel yourself fluttering around his fingers as the curl and push apart, your thighs tensing around his bobbing head as he licks and bites gently at your clit. It feels like it’s harder to catch your breath and you know you’re only moments from orgasm.

“Please, please,” you start to stutter the word over and over, praying both that he lets you come and that you’re neighbors are deep enough in sleep to not hear the noises you know will escape you.

You almost cry in relief when you feel his shoulders shift, his face and fingers both pressing deeper from the movement in a way that tells you he has no intention on letting up on your shivering body.

His blunt nails start to scratch into your skin and you can feel his heavy panting breath against your skin every time he begins to lap at you desperately. You can feel your muscles lose even more strength, and your head becoming heavier and dazed as he coaxed you closer and closer to your finish.

Your shoulders twitch up towards your ears and you feel your stomach clench as your back curves, small whines and whimpers leave you as the heel of your foot thumps against the space between his shoulder blades.

You gasp out when you feel it, them. They start as small bumps beneath your palms, and you feel your chest tighten when it clicks what they are.

He’s always had a good hold on controlling them, keeping them hidden so he can wreak havoc without being clocked as something inhuman. They had peaked out a few times, usually in moments like this, but it’s such a rarity that you can’t stop the way your heart begins to thump in your chest.

Out of everything about him, you were obsessed with all of him, but you loved his horns the most. They were small and sharp at the side of his head and the way he looks when they’re poking out amongst his curled hair, and especially when he was grumpy or mad, made you want to jump on him and kiss him all over.

You were so caught up and distracted by them growing to full size directly under your hands you forgot how sharp they were at their tapered ends. The reminder you get is when they sharply down push into your palms like thorns.

You gasp sharply, but the way they curl makes you afraid to pull away. It makes you tremble and flush with embarrassment, but the pain bleeding into your hands is the last straw on your nerves. All you can do is wrap your now bleeding hands around the horns and cry out into the cold air as your erratic hips move across his face.

He groans deeply against you as your nails scrape at the skin that surrounds the base of his horns, the feeling of his and his still moving tongue pushes you through and past your gasping orgasm.

You sign in relief when he finally detaches from your body, his mouth moving up to press your hip and across the space of your stomach the dress reveals. He puts your leg down slowly and he creeps back up your torso, now hyper aware of your wounded hands still stuck on his horns.

“Sorry my love, they’re kinda sharp aren’t they?” he rhetorically asks with a soft but guilty grin. He stays ducked down enough that your hands don’t go too high that they start to slip, and he follows with his own to help you detach them.

“I just keep making my mark on you tonight huh?” he sighs as he stands at full height and brings your still bleeding hands to his face. You grit your teeth and scrunch your nose when he gives you a knowing look that says ‘we both know what I have to do.’

He is quick and gentle when he swipes his tongue across the deep cuts in your hands, not wanting it to sting more than necessary.

A teasing grin fills his face when he looks up to see the tired pout on your face, “just like the one on your leg, there won’t be anything left than a bruise if you just wait like an hour,” he’s sincere in his words, and you know it works, but you still feel all wounded and tired.

“Take me home,” you demand, wrapping your slowly healing hands around his shoulders and leaning until your head rests against his shoulder.

“Hey now,” he contradicts his tone by wrapping his arm around your waist and helping guide you walk to your apartment, “you still have to feed Oscar, and take a shower, and I’m not even full yet so you have to let me play with you until I wear you out.”

His tone is far too genuine and loving for the words he says, and you swat weakly at his chest in annoyance, but all he does in response is a laugh.

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(there’s no one) like you (yuta/taeyong)

REQUEST (closed atm, sorry, but opening soon!): from a gma stan 🥰 “a different plot not in the gma-verse but yuta's still the dom. i was thinking like an established relationship au and jealousy make up sex 👀 but like loving?? like still kinky sex but no slapping and stuff like that” (this is very late aaa im sorry!!!)

Characters: Taeyong, Yuta

Genre: oneshot, smut, pwp, non-idol au, established relationship

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, vibrators, breathplay (kinda? just taeyong choking on yuta’s dick a lil what else is new), jealous/makeup sex (nontoxic lol), two husbands being very deeply in love ewwww

Rating: Explicit

Length: 5.9k

Taeyong sets a bowl of fresh water down for the cats and then straightens, stretching, as he glances over at the clock. Yuta is due back in a couple of hours. He better get started on dinner.

Taeyong’s pretty sure he was meant to be a housewife. He enjoys homemaking tasks, like cooking and cleaning and tending the garden. It’s simple and it’s sweet; he’s good at it, and he likes that it’s a nice way to show how much he loves his husband.

Yuta has been gone for a couple of weeks, attending a variety of fashion shows and networking dinners and interviews and god knows what else. It’s the life of an up-and-coming designer, Taeyong knows, and worth it—but definitely busy. He’s finally coming home today, and Taeyong is so excited to see him. The one problem with filling the housewife role is that he often gets left behind, but he knows Yuta cares about him, and he always makes up for his absences with gifts and activities that Taeyong enjoys.

He waits for the water to boil, humming softly to himself. One of their cats, Kkulbbangi (named for her golden-brown fur and the perfect loaf shape she makes when seated), brushes up against his ankle, making a soft inquisitive noise.

“Appa will be home soon,” Taeyong tells her somewhat absently. “Don’t worry.”

Taeyong has his own career, sort of. He runs an ASMR-esque YouTube channel where he uploads soothing videos of himself doing daily chores, taking care of his pets, and tending his garden. In terms of money and glamour, it certainly pales in comparison to Yuta’s job. But it makes him happy, and gives him something to do when Yuta is away. Kkulbbangi is a fan favorite. She appeared in the background of one of his earlier videos, when he was mostly just a food channel, and the people demanded more of her. Now, the internet is quite familiar with all their pets.

Taeyong keeps an eye on the clock as he cooks. Yuta’s plane will be landing soon; Taeyong has his ringer on so that he’ll know Yuta’s safe and sound as soon as he sends him a message.

Taeyong wouldn’t call himself dependent. He just loves his husband a lot, that’s all—loves him fiercely and protectively and perhaps a little jealously, but he knows Yuta feels the same way, so it’s okay. Besides, he thinks it’s fair to want Yuta all to himself for a little while. Too many strangers have gotten to see too much of him lately, while Taeyong’s barely had a few phone calls.

Dinner’s almost done when Yuta finally texts. Sorry, baby, the text reads. Be home soon. Things were a little crazy at the airport.

You okay? Taeyong sends back, trying not to be hurt. Yuta landed over an hour ago. Why did it take him so long to think to text him? If he’s almost home, it means he’s been in the car for quite some time. Did he forget? He said things were crazy, Taeyong chides himself. Stop being a brat.

Yeah, I’m fine, Yuta replies. Just fans and things, you know how it is.

Taeyong does not, in fact, know how it is, but he nods to himself anyway and replies, okay. Hurry, then. I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Taeyong sighs, setting his phone aside and turning back to dinner. Their other cat, Princess, skitters into the room, and Taeyong watches fondly out of the corner of his eye as she challenges Kkulbbangi to a fight. Princess is a kitten, so Kkulbbangi bowls her over easily with a swipe of her paw.

“Hey, be gentle with your sister,” Taeyong says, giving Kkulbbangi a severe look. Kkulbbangi blinks slowly at him, swinging her head back and forth between him and Princess, who has sprung back up to her feet. “And stay over there, please, both of you. Eomma has to carry some heavy things to the table.”

Taeyong delights in speaking to his pets like they can actually understand him. Sometimes he swears they can, though, because Kkulbbangi sits straight up and flicks her tail across Princess’s face to get her to stop playing. They watch him solemnly as he sets the table.

Just as he’s putting out serving spoons, he hears the key turn in the lock of their front door. Kkulbbangi and Princess run off to greet Yuta; Taeyong follows more slowly.

“Hello, my angels.” He hears Yuta coo at the cats as the door clicks shut. “Where’s your mom?”

“I’m here,” Taeyong says quietly, coming around the corner and smiling when Yuta looks up from where he’s crouched over their two cats.

“Baby.” Yuta stands, stepping carefully around the cats and wrapping Taeyong in a tight hug. Taeyong closes his eyes, taking a deep breath of Yuta’s cologne. He pushes his nose into Yuta’s neck. “Hi,” Yuta says. “I missed you.”

“Missed you,” Taeyong echos, refusing to let go. “You were gone so long, I’m surprised the cats gave you such a warm greeting. When I’m gone longer than a day or two, they shun me.”

“Well, what can I say?” They pull back a little so they can look at each other. Yuta’s eyes are sparkling. “I’m irresistible, you know.”

Taeyong rolls his eyes, even though he knows Yuta’s right. At least in this case. All he wants—all he ever wants, really—is to trap Yuta in bed with him and never let him leave. But first, he thinks, in a desperate attempt to reel himself back in, dinner.

Yuta leans in and gives him a sound kiss, startling him a little bit. Okay, Taeyong amends in his head. This first. Then dinner. Then trapping Yuta in our bed.

Yuta knocks his forehead gently against Taeyong’s when they break apart. “I love you. Do you know that?”

“Mm-hm,” Taeyong says. “I love you, too.”

“Do I smell food?” Yuta whispers.

Taeyong can’t help it; he giggles, twisting himself out of Yuta’s hold. “Yes, silly. Come eat before it gets cold.”

Dinner is everything Taeyong hoped it would be. The cats come to sit in the empty chairs at the table, purring softly. Their dog, a Maltese named Podo, comes to beg for scraps, which Taeyong of course gives to him amidst admonishment from Yuta.

Yuta offers to do the dishes, but Taeyong doesn’t let him. “You’ve been busy,” he says. “I’ll do them. It’s okay. Just stay and chat with me. How are you?”

Yuta smiles, settling back into his chair. “You’re too good for me, you know.”

“Don’t be silly,” Taeyong argues. “You know I kind of enjoy chores anyway.”

“I know, but still.” Yuta’s quiet for a moment. “But yes, I’m good. Tired, but good. It was so fun! I got to meet so many people, especially a few really important designers. And I got to see some old friends, so that was nice, too.”

Taeyong smiles as he scrubs a plate. “That’s good,” he says warmly. “You saw that American friend of yours, right? What’s his name again—Jack?”

“John,” Yuta corrects. “Johnny, if you’re trying to be cute, which I always am. And—oh!” His phone begins to ring. “Hang on, it’s people from work.”

“But—“ Taeyong doesn’t even know how to protest, really. It’s work. It’s important. But at the same time—Yuta was just at work. For two weeks. And he has to know that all Taeyong wants is to spend the next few days attached to his side—Taeyong assumed that’s what he wanted, too.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” Yuta promises, giving him a quick hug and a kiss to his hair before he retreats into the dining room, laughing his greetings into his phone.

Taeyong finishes the dishes silently, trying to decide if it’s something worth being upset about. Ultimately, as he finally pours some dish soap into the compartment and starts the machine, he decides he is going to be upset about it. Yuta’s still on the phone, and Taeyong’s getting impatient.

He wanders into the dining room, where Yuta has pulled out one of the chairs. He’s grinning at the ceiling with his phone pressed to his ear. “Yeah,” he says. “I wish we had some more time together. Next time, next time.”

Taeyong taps him on the shoulder, and Yuta trains his blinding smile at him instead. He holds up a finger and mouths one minute, baby.

Taeyong doesn’t have a minute. He makes a face at him, and sits himself down in Yuta’s lap, straddling his thighs and resting his chin on his shoulder. Yuta watches him curiously as he gets settled, but wraps his arm around his waist and holds him tight. It’s something, at least.

“Hey, listen,” Yuta says after a minute. Taeyong can hear the low murmur of whoever’s on the other end, but he can’t make out words. “Yeah, I gotta go.” He runs his hand up and down Taeyong’s back. “Yeah, it’s getting late, you know. But thank you for calling. It’s always good to hear from you, Jaehyun. Next time I find myself near you, I’ll make sure I leave a day free so we can spend some time together, yeah?” Taeyong frowns at the sweetness in his tone. “Yeah, I promise. Okay, talk later. Bye.”

“That was Jaehyun, the pretty model, right?” Taeyong asks.

Yuta sighs softly. “Yes,” he says, setting his phone down on the table so that he can hold Taeyong with his other arm. “We only had a few minutes to talk after one of the shows before I was getting dragged away to my next flight. He called to make sure I got home alright.”

“Mm-hm.” Taeyong tries not to grumble it, but he doesn’t succeed.

“What is it?” Yuta runs a hand through Taeyong’s hair. Taeyong can’t see him, but he can tell he’s pouting. “What’s wrong?”

“I just thought—“ Taeyong sits back, giving Yuta a somewhat doleful look. “I thought since we spent a couple of weeks apart that you’d be excited to see me, to spend time with me—that’s all.”

“I am,” Yuta says. A crease appears between his eyebrows. “Just, you know. There’s always a lot going on with these kinds of trips, a lot of things that follow me home.”

“Well, yeah—if it was your manager or one of those designers, I’d understand,” Taeyong says. “But Jaehyun? I mean—I know he’s your friend, it’s just—“ He takes a steadying breath, not sure how to explain. “I missed you.”

“Taeyong.” The crease between Yuta’s eyebrows deepens. “I know. I missed you, too, of course I did. And of course I’m excited. You’re all I’ve been thinking about.”

“Am I?” Taeyong asks sourly. “Or are you thinking about Jaehyun instead?”

“Taeyong!” Now Yuta looks hurt. “What do you mean?”

“Well, what am I supposed to think?” Taeyong defends. “You leave in the middle of a conversation with me to answer a call from him when you only got home just about an hour ago. And you talk for a while. And I know what he looks like, Yuta, I’ve seen plenty of pictures. He’s gorgeous.”

“Alright, stop it.” Yuta reaches up and brushes Taeyong’s bangs out of his eyes. “Listen. Jaehyun is a good friend of mine, but I am not interested in him for many reasons. First, and most obviously, I have you, so who else could I possibly bother wanting? Also, he’s still kind of young. Also, he’s got a fiancé. He’s a lovely guy named Sicheng. Also-also, I love the guy, but Jaehyun is, like, the strangest man I’ve ever met. Like, I’m not sure if his brain is made out of normal human brain, or if it’s actually just wires and circuit boards. He’s a sweetheart, and very kind, but I swear there’s some shit going on in that head of his that I want no part of.”

Taeyong makes an amused sort of noise in the back of his throat. “Okay,” he whispers. “Sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Yuta says with a sigh. “I really shouldn’t’ve taken the call. I just felt so bad about not getting to spend any time with him when I was over there. But you’re right. I’m here with you, and you’re my top priority. Always, okay? It wasn’t nice of me—you spent all evening preparing a beautiful dinner for me, and did nothing but shower me with love since the instant I stepped in the door, and even did the dishes. And I basically ignored you. I’m sorry.”

Taeyong can barely meet Yuta’s eyes. His raw sincerity still knocks Taeyong off his feet, even after knowing him for ten years. But he nods. “I’m sorry, too,” he says. “I overreacted. I just—I don’t know, you didn’t text right when you landed, and I’ve been seeing pictures of you surrounded by beautiful, successful, powerful people, and—I don’t know, it makes me worried. Like, it’s not that I have something against your career or anything, but all those people get to look at you! All those people get to spend time with you, all your fans get to pretend that they know you. All of them watch you and talk to you and—and—sometimes I wish they couldn’t. Sometimes I wish it could just be me.” He looks down at his hands. “Which is insane, I know. Of course I could never actually wish that. But sometimes—sometimes I just want you to myself.”

“I know.” Yuta’s voice has taken on a dark sort of quality, and Taeyong chances a glance up. His gaze is intent and probing. “I know what you’re like, and I like that. You know I do.”

“Then prove it, prove that I was really all you were thinking about,” Taeyong challenges, jutting out his chin.

Yuta smiles, sharp and dangerous. “What’s this?” he says slowly. “Is my husband jealous? Does my husband think I don’t care about him anymore?”

Taeyong smiles to himself, turning his face away so Yuta can’t see. “Maybe,” he replies.

“Guess we’ll have to do something about that, huh?” Yuta murmurs, and Taeyong feels his lips against his neck.

“Guess you will,” Taeyong says, still not looking at him, hoping to goad him into something a little more dramatic.

Yuta hooks his hands under Taeyong’s thighs and stands; Taeyong barely swallows a squeak of surprise, scrambling to wrap his arms around Yuta’s shoulders, whipping his head back around to bury his face in Yuta’s neck. His stomach swoops low, partially from the shock, partially from the sudden movement, but mostly from the hot arousal that drips into his veins.

Yuta carries him up the stairs and to their bedroom, where he finally sets Taeyong back down on his feet. Taeyong begrudgingly lets him kiss him, though he balls his fists in Yuta’s t-shirt, bending his wrists so he can dig his knuckles into Yuta’s collarbone until he’s certain it hurts. Yuta lets him, doesn’t even wince, just pulls away gently with a soft smile.

“I should probably shower first,” he points out. “Don’t want all my airport germs on the clean bed, do we?” Taeyong shakes his head. “Want to join me?”

Taeyong debates it in his head as Yuta gets undressed. On the one hand, it would be nice to deny Yuta for a while, maybe change into something pretty, but it would be denying himself, too. Besides, he was the one who’d just been complaining about not spending time together. So he nods.

Yuta starts the water, undressing without show, tugging his turtleneck off and swiftly undoing the buckle of his belt. Taeyong watches for a minute, dazed, until he remembers he’s supposed to be getting undressed, too. He hastily starts working on his jeans.

Soon, steam is floating out of the shower into the rest of the bathroom, and Yuta and Taeyong are both naked. Yuta steps into the shower, offering Taeyong his hand. He tugs him close, pulling the door shut behind them.

The steam undoes the careful styling of Yuta’s hair almost immediately. It droops and flattens as Yuta steps closer to the faucet, bringing Taeyong with him. Yuta reaches to the side to get his makeup remover.

“Hold this for me?” He hands the jar and lid to Taeyong, scooping some out on his fingers and rubbing it into his face. Taeyong watches wordlessly. It’s sweet, in a way. He gets to watch Yuta wash the outside world away, until he’s not Nakamoto-Yuta-the-hotshot-designer, but just Yuta. Yuta, Taeyong’s husband. Yuta, the boy Taeyong loves more than anyone or anything in the world.

Yuta scrubs his face clean, taking the jar back from Taeyong and putting it up with the rest of their toiletries. He leans in for a kiss, which Taeyong accepts half-heartedly. Yuta pouts at him when he pulls away.

“Still mad, are we?” he asks. “Gimme just a second.”

To his credit, he moves quickly, working shampoo into his hair and pausing to give Taeyong kisses whenever he can. It’s only after he’s mostly clean that he starts getting handsy, running his fingertips up and down Taeyong’s back the way he knows makes Taeyong’s leg’s turn to jelly. He kisses Taeyong’s jaw, his neck, his chest. Taeyong watches, trying to remain impassive.

“I’m sorry,” Yuta murmurs. Another kiss. “Very sorry. I’ve behaved terribly.” He wraps a hand around Taeyong’s cock; Taeyong inhales sharply. “Let me make it up to you.”

He reaches for the ledge again and Taeyong realizes he’s brought lube with him into the shower. “We could’ve just used water,” Taeyong points out.

“That’s not safe for your body!” Yuta frets, and Taeyong honestly isn’t sure how much of it is genuine and how much is for show. “I can’t be treating you like that after being gone for so long.”

“How do you plan to treat me, then?” Taeyong raises an eyebrow as Yuta squeezes out a dollop of lube.

“Nicely,” Yuta says. Taeyong highly doubts that, but that’s fine. “Let me show you? I promise I’ll make you feel good.” He comes up close; Taeyong can feel his breath on his skin. “I promise you’ll forget about everything else.”

Taeyong’s resolve cracks; he can never hold up against Yuta for very long, especially when he’s so hell-bent on being loving. He sighs and leans in to kiss him, really kiss him. Yuta moans softly, caught off guard.

He lets Yuta sneak a hand down between them, spreading his legs so he has better access. He feels one of Yuta’s fingers circling his entrance and he sighs, leaning into Yuta to help him relax. Yuta swallows the sigh, pressing his finger in. Taeyong’s body jerks involuntarily at the intrusion and he wrenches his mouth away from Yuta’s so he can lean his forehead against the ridge of fleshy muscle that makes up Yuta’s upper shoulder.

“You’re tight,” Yuta whispers in his ear. “Didn’t you get yourself off when I was gone?”

Taeyong huffs, hot, against Yuta’s skin. “I did,” he says. “But not—I didn’t finger myself or anything. It takes too long and I didn’t have time.” Yuta crooks his finger inside him and Taeyong has to pause to gather himself. “A-and I had to film a lot, you know, for my channel? So—ohh.” Yuta has added another finger, and the stretch burns.

“I don’t mind.” Yuta’s almost crooning; he sounds mesmerized. His other hand is splayed flat on Taeyong’s back, holding him up and drawing him closer. “It’ll be like the first time again.” He noses at Taeyong’s hair as he pumps his fingers slow and steady, in and out. He kisses his temple. “Want me to pop your cherry, baby?”

“You didn’t take my virginity to begin with,” Taeyong protests, but he has to admit the idea is alluring. And he had said himself that no one else had fucked him like Yuta can. And Taeyong can go on about how virginity is a heteronormative construct made by men to control women—but that would require using his smart brain, and he put his smart brain away the instant Yuta walked in the door. His cock twitches at the thought of it—that Yuta is his first, his only, that Taeyong could belong so wholly to him.

“Let’s pretend,” Yuta is saying, and Taeyong moans as he brushes past his prostate. “You might as well have taken mine, anyway.”

Taeyong blinks. He shouldn’t be so surprised, considering they’ve been married for years and dated for even longer, but often it catches him off guard how often they find themselves on the same page. “What do you mean?” he asks quietly.

“There’s no one like you,” Yuta says, and Taeyong melts.

“And that’s why you could ignore me all evening?” Taeyong asks anyway.

“I’m not ignoring you now,” Yuta points out. Taeyong has to give him that. He’s already over it, really, he’s just giving him a hard time. Yuta adds a third finger, and Taeyong gasps, trembling as he tries to convince his body to relax. It’s not easy; his cock is brushing up against Yuta’s where their bodies are hovering so close together.

Yuta is patient, even though Taeyong has to imagine his wrist is cramping from their position. Taeyong shifts his weight, slipping a little in the process. The movement causes Yuta’s fingers to slip deeper, and Taeyong whines. Yuta keeps them pressed up snug to his prostate, stroking against it until Taeyong is shaking.

“What you said,” Taeyong pants softly, “about how I might as well have taken your virginity. It’s the same for me.”

Yuta’s pleased hum vibrates through Taeyong’s body. His fingers move faster; it makes Taeyong’s knees feel weak. Dizzily, he wonders if he can coerce Yuta into carrying him to bed after they’re done here.

“Yu-ta,” Taeyong slurs. “Gonna make me come.”

“Hold onto me,” Yuta says. Taeyong clings tight; the hand on his back disappears. He pitches forward, but Yuta’s sturdy body is there to catch him. Yuta wraps his free hand back around Taeyong’s cock, grip gentle, and begins jerking him off in time with his thrusts.

Taeyong goes up on his tiptoes to better accommodate him, burying his face in Yuta’s neck. He makes a very embarrassing noise, somewhere at the intersection of a sob and a moan, and comes in Yuta’s fist, quivering as he releases hot and wet on their stomachs.

Yuta pulls his fingers out and lets go of his cock so that he can catch Taeyong when his legs give out completely. He kisses his shoulder, then his neck, then his cheek as he rights him, holding him close.

“Feel good?” Yuta asks softly.

“Yeah,” Taeyong breathes out.

“Like I promised.” Another kiss. “Am I forgiven? Are you satisfied.”

“Hm.” Taeyong pretends to think about it, eyes closed. “Forgiven, yes. Satisfied, no.”

“I should’ve known,” Yuta says, but Taeyong can hear the smile. “Let’s rinse off quickly, hm? I want to take you to bed.”

Taeyong leans into Yuta, forcing him to do all the hard work of cleaning his come off their bodies. Yuta doesn’t complain. He wraps a strong arm around Taeyong’s waist and rinses both of them, then guides him out of the shower to dry off. Taeyong keeps his limbs loose and heavy the whole time. I deserve it, he thinks to himself. He was the one who left me—me, his precious husband—all alone for two whole weeks!

Taeyong doesn’t even have to ask out loud. He raises his arms up and Yuta scoops him off his feet in an instant, carrying him the short walk from the bathroom to the bed. He lays him down, gentle, like Taeyong is made of glass, and kisses him soundly. When he straightens, he’s smiling.

Taeyong gazes up at him. There’s a drop of water hanging off the simple silver hoops dangling on Yuta’s earlobes, sparkling in the warm light of their bedroom. His skin is smooth and soft; some of his damp hair brushes his eyebrows.

“What does my poor neglected husband want now, hm?” Yuta asks, tracing a finger down the center of Taeyong’s torso.

“I dunno,” Taeyong says honestly. “Anything. Everything.”

Yuta smiles, pulling his hand away. “Okay,” he says simply, turning away from him. Taeyong lies quietly, waiting. He saw the look in Yuta’s eyes. He knows what he’s doing.

He returns not a minute later. “Legs up, please.” Taeyong complies. He sees a flash of something shiny in Yuta’s hand, but then he’s distracted by Yuta’s tongue on the underside of his cock. He gasps, still sensitive, but Yuta relents before it actually becomes an issue.

There’s something cold pressed to Taeyong’s entrance, and then a plug slips easily into his hole. “Oh,” Taeyong chokes out. He pouts at Yuta. “You’re not gonna fuck me?”

“Not yet,” Yuta murmurs. He presses against the base of the plug, and it buzzes to life. Taeyong convulses with a yelp of surprise. Luckily, Yuta seems to be playing nice. He keeps it on the lower setting, drawing his hand away so he can crawl up next to Taeyong.

He pets Taeyong’s hair lovingly as Taeyong adjusts to the new sensation, convulsions quickly dimming to shuddering, until he’s only shivering every few seconds, quiet.

“Yuta,” Taeyong mumbles. “Feel so full.”

“Too full?” Yuta asks, still petting him.

“Mm-mm,” Taeyong replies.

Yuta brings his hand down to Taeyong’s lips, offering him two fingers. “Not too full for my cock?”

Taeyong moans openmouthed, letting Yuta push his fingers inside. His wedding band is cool against Taeyong’s cheek. “Mm-mm,” he repeats around Yuta’s fingers. “Wan’ it.”

Yuta smiles. “Okay.” He lets him suckle on his fingers for a moment longer, then extracts them and wipes the spit on Taeyong’s cheek. It’s absolutely disgusting and it makes Taeyong flush. “Roll over, honey. Head in my lap.”

Taeyong does so gingerly. Yuta turns to him, opening his legs; Taeyong crawls to him on his elbows, mouth already open. He’s overwhelmed by the scent of their soap, the detergent on the sheets, and most of all, Yuta.

Yuta feeds him his cock, running his hand through Taeyong’s hair as he sinks down on him, pressing his nose to the seat of Yuta’s stomach. He hears Yuta sigh above him and it fills his head with a sweet haze. The weight of Yuta’s cock in his mouth is soothing, almost, warm and heavy on his tongue. The head bumps against the back of Taeyong’s throat and he takes one deep, steadying breath.

“So good, honey,” Yuta says. Taeyong whines. Yuta’s hand is still in his hair, not necessarily to hold him there; it’s more possessive than it is directive. Taeyong bobs his head experimentally. Yuta’s hand follows the movement with ease, so Taeyong goes bigger, rising up to the tip of Yuta’s cock and then dipping back down. He gags wetly when he bottoms out, more for show than because his body actually needs it, and Yuta moans through closed lips.

He keeps up a steady pace until Yuta is panting. He holds Taeyong down when he has his face against his body, blowing out harsh breaths. Taeyong breathes thinly—it’s hard to get air in with his throat blocked off and his nose squished against Yuta—but he doesn’t mind. He forces himself to swallow wickedly, and Yuta moans low and rough, finally pulling Taeyong up off his cock. Taeyong lets his head loll to the side, resting his cheek on Yuta’s thigh and catching his breath. He’s mildly disappointed, really. He was kind of hoping Yuta would come in his mouth, or maybe on his face, and then again when he fucks him. But, he supposes, he’s probably tired. There’ll be plenty of time for that tomorrow.

The thrum of the vibrator has coaxed Taeyong’s cock back to life between his legs. His hips twitch of their own accord; he wants something to rub up against, but the friction of sheets will be too harsh.

Yuta’s hand is on his jaw, his chin. “You’re drooling, honey,” he says breathlessly, almost laughing. “Want me to fuck you now?”

Taeyong whines, high and pleading. “Yes,” he says, trying to sound plaintive instead of desperate. “Yes, fuck me. Show me you missed me.”

Yuta cradles his head, shifting him to the side so he can get up out from under him. Taeyong rolls onto his back, wiping his chin with the heel of his palm. Yuta wasn’t lying. He was drooling. He can’t find it in himself to be ashamed.

Yuta lubes up his cock, then switches the vibrator off and pulls it out of Taeyong, tossing it to the side. Taeyong makes a little noise of complaint at the loss, and Yuta shushes him as he lines himself up with Taeyong’s hole. “Be patient,” he says.

He spreads Taeyong’s legs a little wider; it makes Taeyong feel exposed in the best way, vulnerable here on the bed for his husband. Yuta’s touches are gentle; he pushes in slow even though Taeyong’s been opened up quite sufficiently over the course of the evening. Taeyong hooks his ankles behind Yuta’s back once he’s seated inside of him.

The first time they slept together, Yuta fucked him like he was trying to carve out a place for himself inside Taeyong. It left Taeyong’s brain numb and his body aching, but whatever he did, it seemed to work. Yuta fits inside him perfectly now, filling him just right, so his head spins from the feeling of it without it being painful.

Yuta splays a hand on Taeyong’s chest, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. “God, you always feel so good, honey,” he says. “Like you were made just for me, hm?”

“Maybe I was,” Taeyong breathes. “C’mon, move.”

Yuta rolls his hips once, twice, and Taeyong grabs a fistful of sheets, arching up off the bed. “Maybe you were,” Yuta agrees. “Baby.” Taeyong opens his eyes to find Yuta staring back at him intently, expression laden with emotion. “I missed you.” He runs a hand up Taeyong’s side, hip to ribs. “Missed you so much. It felt awful sleeping alone.” Taeyong whimpers softly. “But what was worse was imagining you here, in our big bed, all by yourself.”

Taeyong grits his teeth as hot pleasure washes over him with each thrust of Yuta’s hips. “I was so lonely,” he says, almost accusingly. “Missed you.”

“Sorry about earlier tonight, really,” Yuta continues, sounding a little out of breath now. “I wanted you, you know. But I didn’t want to just throw myself at you, especially since you worked so hard on dinner, and—” He shakes his head. “So I was glad for a distraction, I guess. But I wanted you. I always want you.” He’s moving faster now, harder. Taeyong wraps his hand around Yuta’s wrist to ground himself. “Do you believe me now?”

Everything feels good, so good. Taeyong can barely think. “Yes,” he replies, trying to speak clearly around his heavy tongue. His voice sounds muffled in his own ears. He blinks, trying to keep Yuta’s face in focus. “Always believed it. Just—just wanted you to show me.”

“I know,” Yuta says quietly. “But I’m all yours, yeah?” Taeyong nods dumbly. “Just like you’re all mine.”

“Yuta,” Taeyong whispers. Yuta hits particularly deep on the next thrust, and Taeyong’s eyes roll back in his head. He feels Yuta’s lips on his neck and moans quietly. “Fuck, oh fuck, Yuta.”

“I love you, honey,” Yuta murmurs, over and over, against the warmth of Taeyong’s pulse. “I love you. I love you.”

“Love you too,” Taeyong manages, stuttering from the force of Yuta’s movements. One of Yuta’s hands has found its way to the back of Taeyong’s head; Yuta is cradling him close as he bites and sucks marks into Taeyong’s neck. “Love you so much,” he adds.

Yuta groans into his skin, going faster still. Taeyong’s jaw is slack, so his teeth click against each other as Yuta rocks into him, rough and so fucking sweet, and really, Taeyong never thought he’d be one of those people—the ones who have what the poets would call passionate sex, loving and intimate. Taeyong always liked it painful and harsh. He never thought he’d be able to get off with someone else any other way. But then he met Yuta, and now, at least sometimes, things are like this—him and Yuta, wrapped up tight in each other’s bodies, murmuring love into one another’s ears as their desire climbs.

Yuta’s mouth has found one of Taeyong’s nipples. He nips at it gently, his still-wet hair sending goosebumps scattering across Taeyong’s skin. He’s breathing hard, chest heaving. The hand that isn’t holding Taeyong’s head is gripping his ribcage, steady and sure.

“Yuta,” Taeyong whimpers. “I’m gonna come.”

Yuta raises his head; his pupils are blown out and his eyes are glassy. His tongue darts out between his lips before he replies. “Then come, honey,” he says softly. “Come for me.” His hips keep moving smoothly as he stretches up to kiss Taeyong on the lips. “Come for me,” he repeats, quieter.

Taeyong lets his eyes flutter shut, opening his mouth a little so Yuta can push his tongue in past Taeyong’s teeth. He swivels his hips up to meet Yuta’s next thrust, and then heat sweeps through his body, and there are stars behind his eyelids, and he’s coming for a second time, splattering against his own skin as his cock twitches again and again.

Yuta stills inside him, still kissing him deep and messy, and Taeyong feels the warmth of his release inside him. He makes a punched-out kind of noise into Yuta’s mouth; it feels right, somehow.

Yuta knocks their foreheads together, panting quietly, eyes still closed. Taeyong watches him closely, tracing the blurry lines of his face. They’re silent for a few long moments, and then a smile creeps over Yuta’s face.

“Satisfied now?” he asks. His voice is hoarse.

“Yes,” Taeyong groans. “Help me up so we can rinse off. I can feel my come drying on my stomach, and it’s itchy.”

Yuta laughs, pushing himself up, pulling out, and quickly shuffling Taeyong off the bed and into the bathroom. They get cleaned up quickly, never straying too far from each other’s sides, and then Yuta runs downstairs to get them some water while Taeyong puts their bathroom back in order and turns off the lights.

Hydrated, sleepy, and content, they snuggle into their bed together. Yuta pulls him close, so that it’s unclear to Taeyong exactly where one of them ends and the other begins. They’re nose to nose, and Yuta’s eyes shine, even in the dark.

“Next time,” Yuta says quietly. “When I’m traveling, you can come with. If you want. I’ll help you film things for your channel beforehand so you can keep posting, and then you can come, come to all the shows and parties and things with me, and then we won’t have to be apart. And everyone will know who I belong to.”

His tone is earnest and a little shy. The love Taeyong has for him almost chokes him, and he struggles to reply. “I’d like that,” he says.

“Good,” Yuta hums. “So would I. And here, I’ll change the settings on my phone—” He reaches behind him; they both wince when the brightness of his screen stings their eyes. “I’ll change the settings so that only calls from my manager and my agent can come through, okay? And we’ll spend the next few days together. No one else.” Taeyong smiles. “Just us. And we can do whatever. Anything you want.”

Taeyong reaches up and pats Yuta’s chest. “Everything I want is already right here,” he murmurs, letting his eyes fall shut. Yuta’s laughter rumbles against his fingertips.

The last thing he remembers before sleep takes him is the feeling of Yuta’s lips against his forehead.

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h2bakugou · 4 years ago

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requests are open ahhh!!!! uhm, can i get a bakugou x reader where his s/o brings all the stray cats she finds outside and when they were too many of them he wanted to tell her to stop bringing in more strays but she uses her puppy eyes on him to convince him. you can choose whether to use hcs or scenarios! 🥰

a/n: of course!! this is super cute omg wait- please i have so many pets, 4 doggies, 2 kitties, my sister owns a fish, we also have 2 chickens, pets are just so cute i love them!! please i love bakugou and pet headcanons mostly bc i think im a sucker for like domestic baku fluff; also pro hero au again so they can live together <3

pro hero au!! all characters aged up 18+

headcanon: them reacting to their s/o bringing home stray cats

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: fluff, swearing

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katsuki bakugou

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It was just something that had happened on a rainy day while you were coming home from the grocery store. You spotted a bundle of white, orange, and black fur cuddled up under a potted plant on your doorstep.

Your reusable grocery bags hit the floor under the awning covering your front door and you knelt down, slowly app-roaching the bundle of fur.

It’s fluffy head popped up and stared at you. It was small, maybe just about a year old. You let the young cat come to your hand, sniffing the tips of your extended fingers before rubbing its head against the palm of your hand. You began to stroke its fur delicately, searching for a collar. When there was none in sight, you agreed you’d let it inside and let it get warm, feed it and then see if there were any missing cat posters hanging around, all when it stopped raining of course.

That’s how you came to own Muffin, the first of many strays you adopted off of the streets around your home.

Bakugou loved you. And he did love all the kitties too. He didn’t love when his spot in the bed beside you was taken up by five cats. Yes five. And the number grew almost every week.

“Babe have you seen my-socks!” Bakugou glanced down as he was asking his question, watching as two adopted strays, Peanut and Hime, played with his socks on the ground.

“Give me those.” Bakugou sighed, squatting down as he petted their heads, smiling to himself as he took a moment with them.

“Oh you found them.” You smiled, holding two pairs of his costume socks. Bakugou stood back up and bit his bottom lip.

He really did love you, and he loved the cats, but there were so many. Not that he didn’t make enough to cover them, or that you did either, but he was beginning to think that maybe there were too many.

“Do you think we could have a talk later?” Bakugou asked quietly. You nodded and glanced down at his leg as Peanut nuzzled his head against Bakugou’s lower calf.

“Alright, I love you.” Bakugou pulled you into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head and then pressing one to your lips.

You made your way into the kitchen and began preparing food for all the cats, making sure their water bowl was filled.

While Bakugou was off at work, you had the day off. You went out to the store, grabbing some new toys and some more food, running a few errands, and treating yourself to some much needed self-care.

When you arrived back home, you were bringing in groceries when you noticed a tubby orange tabby cat perched near your mailbox. Smiling, you paused and grabbed the fresh bag of treats you’d bought, pulling out two you approached the kitty.

Allowing it to sniff your fingers and get accustomed to you before petting it, you offered it a treat. It purred as it licked the tips of your fingers that held the treat as you offered it another one. Rubbing it’s head against your hand after the treats, you petted it’s soft fur, examining for a collar. Much like the rest, it didn’t have one.

it hopped down from the brick of your mailbox and strutted around your legs, following as you carried the groceries inside.

The rest of your cats met you by the door as you shut it carefully behind you, the new orange tabby sniffing around and meeting the others.

At first it was hesitant, cowering by the door until Hime approached it slowly, sniffing and showing that she was friendly.

Once the orange tabby was sure it wasn’t in any danger, it began to purr as Muffin, Peanut, Luna, and Sassy joined Hime in welcoming the new kitty.

You fixed up a small bowl of food and allowed the orange tabby to wander over, examining it’s new surroundings.

“I didn’t see any new posters out today, I’ll have to look around later.” You stroked the fur on it’s back softly while it ate before stepping away to put all your groceries away.

When Bakugou returned home, you were sound asleep on the couch, all of the kitties save for Sassy sound asleep scattered around you. Including a new orange tabby.

Bakugou pulled his boots off by the door and sighed, smiling as he stared at you. You looked so contempt and so happy.

The new orange tabby perked it’s head up in Bakugou’s direction, clearly interested in the new person that stood by the door. It hopped down from laying over your chest and sauntered over to Bakugou, sniffing his sock clad feet, it lifted it’s head up to look at Bakugou.

“And who might you be?” Bakugou knelt down and stroked it’s head, glancing back over at you, still sleeping on the couch.

The tabby jumped up onto Bakugou’s shoulder, a quiet hiss left Bakugou’s mouth not expecting it. Wobbling and carefully standing back upright, the kitty stayed put on his shoulder, acting more like a parrot than a cat.

“O-oh welcome home!” You said softly as you woke up. Giggling as your tired eyes fell upon the new sight.

“Another one?” Bakugou said quietly. You nodded.

“I couldn’t find any missing posters around town, and no ads online for one in any surrounding areas. He was by the mailbox when I got home.”

Bakugou nodded and glanced around at all the other kitties you’d given a lovely home to. You were so kind-hearted. Opening your arms and your home to stray cats. Bakugou would bet everything he had that you’d adopt every stray in the world if you could.

You stood up and walked over to Bakugou, giving him a tight hug followed by a tender kiss.

“I missed you, when’s your next off day?” You asked, wanting to spend more time with your boyfriend.

“Next week I think. Look we need to talk about the strays I-” Bakugou glanced down at the cats and then back to you. As he mentioned strays, your eyes glossed over.

“I’m sorry, I just I wanna give them good homes-”

“Hey hey, don’t cry, please don’t cry.” Bakugou’s heart ached in his chest as he quickly pulled his gloves off with his teeth, tossing them to the ground as his large hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing away your tears.

“I was worried but I know they mean a lot to you. I’m sorry.” Bakugou kissed your forehead. You had the cutest puppy-dog eyes, staring up at him with a small smile.

“I know we have so many, it can be overwhelming, I’ll look into good homes for any new ones I see.” You agree to look into good homes for some future strays.

“Does the parrot have a name?” Bakugou asks, nodding up to the tabby still perched on his shoulder.

“Why don’t you name this one? He seems to like you.” You kiss the back of Bakugou’s hand and giggle.

“All Might.” Bakugou said quietly.

“All Might?” You giggled again, reaching up to poke Bakugou’s nose.

“Shut up!” Bakugou huffed, reaching up to pull the kitty down into his hands.

“All Might it is.” You stroked the kitty’s head as he rested in Bakugou’s arms.

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Manager!Seijoh Part 5

a/n: we ltr going at 5 parts and i have another part written out and im just drowning in love with these seijoh asks

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon request:

Can i ask for cute moments between manager and the boys outside of school, like how she and kyoutani probably bump into each to go feed strays etc??

yes anon!!!!!! these moments made me so soft™

IM CACKLING LIKE BLS THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THE ENTIRE STAGE PLAY BC HE PLAYS OIKS SO WELL AND IWA IS JUST SO IWA AND I LIVED FOR OIKS’ ‘IWA-CHAN!’ AND IWA’S ‘RAAAAA!’ AND THIS GIF JUST SHOWS SEIJOH BEING SEIJOH AND HOW THEY WOULD REALLY ACT IF THEY WERE REAL LIKE UGH THEY DID SUCH A GOOD JOB W THE CASTING

these are the cute little moments and get ready to die of the cuteness

be warned, this isnt a straight plot or no main focus but just bits and pieces of fluff

keeping up with seijoh episode 3467328937

as mentioned before, they dont really get to hang out a lot w you outside of practice

youre either too busy taking care of your schoolwork, catsitting for the aizawa’s, or having you time since youve been busy w the boys all week

but there are times where you do have available time to go hang out with the boys

and they know about your schedule so they try to make memories either during practice or after practice

fortunately, kyo lives at the same street as the aizawa’s so he walks you to their house when you have a job

but sometimes when you are just walking home, you both stop by the convenience store first and find some cat food cans and dog food cans and water

it was a complete accident when you both found each other standing at the same aisle, holding the same things, with the same intentions, for the same animals

the alleyway where you first met is basically your second home bc thats where your babies live

since you cant exactly take in 5 dogs and 6 cats in your house, you and kyo are taking care of them in that alleyway where you feed them and build them a little shelter with blankets and stuff

this will be explained more in the next manager!seijoh part

after practice, particularly after a really productive one, the guys like to go to the ramen shop near the school to treat themselves after their hardwork

by now, the old lady who owns the shop knows their order by heart and has it ready when you all enter

yall get settled in but you go over to yahaba and snap his wooden chopsticks for him bc he never snaps them properly and ends up breaking them

meanwhile,,

you gather as much napkins as you can and place them beside kindaichi bc he makes such a mess while he eats and you have stand-by wipes for him

you make a special request to add tofu into iwa’s ramen bc the mans loves tofu so much and he still doesnt understand how the lady seems to know this despite him never telling her

your seat is usually next to mattsun bc he doesnt eat all the side dishes up like the others and you can eat some of it too

kyo sit across you and demands you eat at least 2 bowls bc you never seem to eat enough and he gets secretly concerned so he aggressively cares for you

‘kyo-san,,,, im full though’

he ‘glares’ at you

‘what you mean youre full. you didnt even finish the bowl. eat the rest and have another or youre not leaving this table’

pls what

fun fact, oikawa actually has two pairs of glasses and he gave you one in case he forgets to wear his main one and leaves it at home

so he gets to school and he just realizes he forgot his glasses and his contacts were still being shipped so he freaks out and texts you about it

but you always have the case safely tucked in your bag so you wander up to the third year floor and knock on his class door

iwa, who is in the same class as him, glares at the students who stare at you and nudges oikawa who was looking out the window

‘oi, your glasses’

his head snapped to the side and sees your smiling face and the familiar brown box being held out to him

his face scrunches and he launches up his seat and takes you in his arms

‘Y/N-CHAN IS SO RESPONSIBLE! SO NICE! OIKAWA-SENPAI REALLY APPRECIATES YOU!’

‘oikawa-san, please let me go’

you mumbled, embarrassed at his behavior in front of the whole class

once iwa has you safely on the ground, you excuse yourself and go back to class

the class still stared at the door you passed through and iwa had to bark at them to go back to their business

youre like the seijoh and younger version of goddess kiyoko

before kyo got back to the team, you usually walked home by yourself but makki actually accompanies you when he doesnt have errands to run

‘makki-san, i heard theres a sale going on for puffs’

you would mention as you walked and you would look to see his eyes light up and walk faster towards the bakery

‘cmon, y/n-chan. makki-senpai is treating you today!’

he turns into a child, a contrast to his chaotic energy in school, and he runs over to the glass where indeed, there was a sale going on for his puffs

while he was staring at what flavor he wanted, youd go to the cashier and give her your card

‘when that guy with the light brown hair with the blue and white jacket comes up to pay for his cream puffs, charge it to my card, please. whatever you do, dont take his and use mine immediately, please. ill come by later and pick it back up’

the old cashier lady felt true hope and happiness for humanity at your actions and it increased when she saw the shocked look on the boy’s face when she immediately swiped the card when he finished ordering

‘what? i havent paid-’

‘the young lady that came with you already did, young lad. shes a keeper’

he turned red

‘ahaha, no, shes our team manager’

once he finished paying and went outside, he took out his phone and dialed your number to call you

you smiled from the aisle in the convenience store down the street bc you were expecting him to call you

‘hewwo, makki-san’

he shut his eyes at how cute you sounded

‘y/n-chan, senpai wanted to treat you today!’

he whined but you bit your lip, leaving the store after purchasing a drink with the remaining cash you had

‘hmm, but i did too. you just werent too fast, senpaiiii~’

you teased and he let out a breathy laugh

‘next time i’ll be faster! mark my words!’

‘then im looking forward to it, senpai~!’

did anyone notice that he is the first one she called senpai?

to our baby yahaba

we know how he literally tried to go after yachi in that one episode so you know how flirty he is

but youve made it clear that you reject his advances and he pouts and finally accepts it so he stops it, instead actually just caring for you

ya know how he cares for the others and cheers them on?

he does the same to you

our babie notices that you are so busy taking care of the others that you forget to take care of yourself

like that time they lost to shiratorizawa, you made bentos for them all week to cheer them up

but he saw you not even eating and realizes that you were busy making the food that they like, each different to accomodate to their taste, that you had no time to make your own

he went down to your class and noticed you missing and he asks kindaichi and kunimi and they said that you said you wanted to get fresh air

since he pays attention to you, he knows you like to go to the roof to breathe

he ventures up the stairs and when he opens the door, he notices you just staring up at the sky, sitting down on the floor

‘being in an empty place like the roof doesnt compare to how lonely Pluto must feel to be outcasted in the solar system’

your comment catches him off-guard but he regains composure and makes his way to you before sitting down next to your form

‘hmm, oikawa-senpai talked to me about space one time. he mentioned the vast possibilities that stays hidden in the shadows’

you and him turn your head at the same time and share a gentle smile

‘but its up to us to find those secrets and abilities’

you finished

he nodded and went back to look at the clouds that looked like they were slowly moving but it was really the earth turning

‘i want to be a sports instructor. i want to be able to help others,,, i want to help them find those abilities and perfect them so they could fully love playing’

a chuckle escaped you and you tightened your arms around your knees, following his gaze to the blob of white that was painted on to the blue canvas

‘let other people be your universe, baba-senpai. dont let them be like Pluto. take time to find out who they are so they dont feel so lonely, okay?’

yall im tearing up right now though

as mentioned at the first part of this series, you go to the gym very early to set up for morning practice

sometimes, the four third years arrive at the same time but sometimes, only iwa comes

you noticed him put his bag down and help you with the nets before pushing the cart to finish the task for the morning

‘thank you, iwa-san!’

you thanked and he ruffled your hair

‘can you actually help me with my workout?’

you nodded and you knew his routine by now

as he got in position for a push up, you gently sat down on his back so he could start pushing up

you sat cross-legged and you counted every push up and held a timer so he could beat his previous record of 100 push ups in under 5 minutes

IWA IS LITERALLY ON ANOTHER LEVEL

once he hit 100, he collapsed on the floor and you stopped the timer at 4 minutes and 48 seconds

‘good job, iwa-san! new record!’

you cheered and he grumbled on the floor

you gently turned him over so he could lay on his back

he closed his eyes from the bright light of the gym and he raised his arms as his hands made a grabbing motion

‘hug. i want hug’

he whined and you fake gasped at this

‘iwa-san, i didnt know you could be so whiny’

‘huuggg~’

in my series, its canon that iwa is actually a whiny little babie despite that tough exterior and hes much more whinier than oikawa

you laughed before surrending, mumbling ‘yes, yes’

this wasnt the first time this happened since he asked you to do this before bc hes a touch starved babie and as a manager, you must give your team love

you climbed on him and laid your head on his chest while he mumbles happily with his arms going around you

‘just five minutes’

you offered and he said ‘mhm’

well, you both fell asleep and were woken up by scandalized and jealous yells from oikawa

to our baby libero watari

watari is actually the only player who has been to your house before

you made an off-handed comment of making bentos for the team again and he offered to come and help you make them

so here he was, standing in your kitchen, as you were cooking with him

you were chopping up vegetables and he was waiting for the eggs to boil so he was just stirring it slightly

‘wata-san, can you give me a bowl from the cabinet above you?’

he nodded and gave it to you so you could place the chopped carrots and onions in it

once the timer was done, he scooped out the eggs and placed them into an ice bowl so he could peel them later

you knew his favorite food was boiled eggs so you wanted to boil some so he could snack on them

‘can you peel one and see if theyre perfectly cooked, wata-san?’

his fingers skillfully rolled the egg on the table before peeling it effortlessly

he hummed as he chewed on the food

‘delicious?’

you asked and he turned to you, cheeks still full but he raised a thumbs up

you grinned and went back to chopping the scallions

‘actually, i didnt need any eggs for the dishes. i wanted you to snack on your favorites as i cook. its like payment for keeping me company’

his eyes shone and he hurriedly went to hug you tightly

‘i really appreciate everything youve done for us, for me. but i just want you to keep smiling okay? i know we’re a handful and we can get out of hand sometimes but you always keep us together. you must be stressed and there must be times you get angry with us and must’ve cried because of us but i hope you’ll still stay with us even through all that’

WATARI YOU MAKING ME C R Y

lmao kindaichi’s made me laugh

so basically, we all know his famous haircut, right

but what if that was actually just a style hes had since he was young but he has naturally down hair?

the stuff he puts in it like this brand of gel is just so tough and sturdy that two washes of hair is the only thing that can get rid of it

even during practice when hes sweating the atlantic ocean, it somehow stays up

he puts gel on it and stuff after he showers to make it stick up and BOOM turnip head

but one morning, he,,,, wasnt turnip head

the boy woke up late and he didnt have time to perfect the sticking up so he went to school with his hair down and everything

you were already there since morning practice has started and kunimi told you that kindaichi texted him he would be late so you were just patiently waiting by the door for your classmate

but some guy just walked in

your eyes widened and you pulled their arm

‘um, this is for seijoh volley-’

then the words died in your mouth

‘yuu-kun,,,’

you stuttered and he placed his hands on his face to hide away

‘dont look y/n-chan!’

his shout attracted the others and then silence before the laughing and howling started

‘THESE FIRST YEARS I SWEAR!’

makki was on the floor, punching it as he laughed

kindaichi turned red and he was about to run out but you held on to him

‘i can fix it for you, yuu-kun. come with me?’

he nodded immediately and hurried away towards the back where the sun was just starting to rise

you rummaged through your gym bag and found the specific gel brand he uses

kindaichi was SHOOK bc why the hell did you have it?

you noticed his shocked and confused look

‘i knew this would happen. we’ve facetimed before, remember? just in case this would happen, i brought backup’

his eyes glistened with tears of gratitude but you waved it away and started attempting to fix his hair

tbh you dont know why he did this hairstyle because his hair was really soft and nice and he still looked attractive either way

moving on to kunimi babie

lets face it, he probably doesnt sleep at all at night and he suffers from insomnia

and when he cant sleep, he bothers his friends

but he doesnt bother you though

which makes you sad bc you thought you made it clear that he could come to you if he was in need of something

you only found out after kindaichi accidentally blurted out during morning practice of how tired he is bc kunimi wouldnt stop talking to him at 2 in the morning

‘aki,,, you could’ve called me’

you gently said and kunimi scrunched his nose at how sad you sounded

‘you need your sleep, y/n’

‘but i want you to sleep too’

‘kindaichi’s been my contact since i was like 5 so-’

‘so you dont need me?’

your eyes watered and kunimi jumped, frantically fussing over you

‘okay, okay, y/n, okay. ill call you’

then as if they were never there, you cheered up and bounced happily

‘i’m expecting it, aki-kun!’

but at 1:43 in the morning, his finger hovered over the call button on your contact since he really didnt want to bother you

but he could already hear your whines in the morning

‘aki?’

he cursed when he heard your groggy voice

‘sorry y/n, ill hang up-’

‘no!’

you sat up, forcing to wake up

‘stay’

you mumbled and he made a sound of agreement

‘not tired?’

you asked

‘no. well, like im tired but i cant sleep, yknow?’

you laid on your bed with your cheeks puffed out, trying to think how to put him to sleep

‘we can just talk, aki’

‘about what?’

‘anything. just,,, talk to me. i want to know your favorite color, your favorite food, everything about you’

:( morning calls really hit different

last one is our mattsun babie

so like, mattsun is a TREE

im like 5′3 and hes like 6′2 so we a whole dwarf next to him

you are always dwarfed whenever you stand next to him and this little shite takes advantage of that and puts his elbow on top of your head

he likes to poke fun at you but you just pout bc you know hes all fun and games

‘hows the weather down there’

‘so mean, mattsun-san’

but his height did give him a special memory with you though

you were both left in the gym to clean up bc everyone had something to do like oiks had to go home bc takeru got sick and iwa also got sick and you just volunteered to clean up and mattsun stayed behind

you were sweeping the floor and you unconsciously started humming as you swept and started swaying a little

mattsun heard you as he pushed the carts and watched as you just swayed and twirled around and he found himself smiling at you

you noticed him stop in front of you and he bowed down, holding out a hand

‘may i take this dance, m’lady’

you laughed

‘what? whats going on?’

he softly held your hand and pulled you to him

‘you were dancing and i wanted to join you’

you nodded and looked up at him, eyes half-lidded

‘stand on my feet, chibi-chan. i can lead while you sing’

it was a random song you heard from the radio earlier but you complied while he moved with your feet on his

you giggled when he would lean down to softly kiss your forehead and shriek when he would unexpectedly dip you down

either way, at 8:34 PM, you and mattsun danced under the gym lights with no witness except you and him

ughh i really want seijoh now

you and the team share individual memories that are more special than the ones with the others bc its where you could actually be upfront with each other

its just a shame that there are 4 third years in the team that would eventually graduate and go their own separate ways after high school, leaving behind their underclassmen

they could just hope that those memories and special moments would remind them of who you were and how special you were to them since at the prime of their youth, you were their first true love

a/n: ngl i didnt expect to finish this so quick but im just in a really soft mood right now and this is to makeup for the fact that my update schedule could start becoming erratic due to my school so i hope you enjoyed this blurb!! and depending on my asks, there could only be one last part to this series unless someone requests for another specific scenario with the manager!!

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mcwritingblog · 3 years ago

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Immortal: Chapter 1

A Girl and Her Cat

Pairing: Javier Pena x reader

Summary: A small town barista meets a handsome Javi.

Rating: G

Author’s note: Hey guys I'm sorry this doesn't have a lot of Javier in it, its really a big set up chapter for the story.

Word count: 2k

1975, a random fall Tuesday

I don't know how it even happened, or how I met him. At the time I was living in a small town in Columbia run by Americans, keeping to myself, not drawing any attention to myself. He walked into my cafe and got a small black coffee. He stayed a while, reading his small novel.

“Hi there, stranger, I got your coffee”, you said as you set down his drink. “Anything else?”

“No ma’am. Thank you”

“No problem”, you went to turn away but you had to know, “Um, hey?”

“Yes?”

“You've come in before. What's your name?”

“Javier”

“Javier. I'm y/n. Let me know if you need anything. Maybe next time you could try a latte”, he lets out a snort. You go back to cleaning. It was extremely slow today so you got the go-ahead from your boss to close up early.

“Miss?”

You turned around and saw Javier leaning up against his truck with a smile.

You grasp your chest. “You scared me. I didn't notice you there.”

“Were you about to walk home?”

“Yes”

“Would you mind a ride?”

“My apartment isn't that far from here, but thank you I appreciate it.”

“Anytime.”

And like that, you were walking home, enjoying the weather. It was chilly and the leaves were falling beside you everywhere. You didn't mind the ten-minute walk to your apartment. You don't even get in the door before your cat starts meowing at you.

“Avery, give me one moment. I'll feed you I promise.”. You love the hell out of the black cat but the girl is so needy.

You flick off your shoes by the front door, bending down to pet Avery. You walked past her to shake some food into her bowl. With how she rushes to it, you'd think she never got fed. Silly girl. You walk over to the couch and lay out, grabbing the blanket to get comfortable, a few moments pass and your cat hops up to snuggle up to you. You flip on your tv to find something to have in the background and settle on Hawaii Five O. There's something about cops that attracts you so much. You find yourself falling asleep, Avery radiating heat on your stomach.

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You were woken up the next morning by your alarm clock; another day, another dollar. You were on second shift today so you didn't have to be in until 11. You got up and made yourself toast and eggs, making sure fatso had her food too.

“Pretty girl”, you say scratching her chin and heading towards the door, adding an “I’ll be back later. Byeee”

The walk to the shop today was extra nice. You can smell the aroma of a pumpkin pie as you pass the houses in your neighborhood and hear the sounds of children playing outside. The giggles brought life to the quiet afternoon. As you come closer to the city, the more you hear the sounds of cars passing and smells of bread being baked at the bakery down the street. The bakers wave at you as you pass the front window. You hold up two fingers, gesturing back. Two shops down is Mrs. Rivera trying to hang up plants, struggling to steady herself, AND the hanging ivy pot.

“Here let me help you.”, you say as you come behind her and catch the pot, succeeding in hanging it up on her awning.

“Thank you, sweetheart!”, she says as she wipes her hands on her apron.

“No problem. I have to get going but come by for a latte?”, you ask.

“Yeah. I’ll see you”

And with that, you were back to it. Half a block down and you come to the shop's front door. It dings as you enter.

“You're late”, your boss, Maria, gets on to you.

“Mrs. Rivera needed help again.”

“Uh-huh. Get your butt back there”, she snorts. She's not mad. Thank god.

“Been busy today?”You ask about taking off your backpack and hanging it up. The shop was basically vacant. The only customer you could see was a college kid studying in the corner. You walk around to pick up mugs and empty plates from various tables.

“Not really. The usuals mostly… Oh! A guy was asking about you! He asked if I knew if you got home safe?”, she asked, confused.

“Ah yes, Javier. He offered to take me home last night.”, you say while walking the dirty dishes to the back.

“He’s cute. You should get in there, girl”, she yells to you. “In there?”, you come around the corner and scoff, “I'm not that interested in dating right now.”

“You should. You can't just spend all your free time with your cat and nonexistent characters in your books.”

“Can.” You point out “And will”

“You're only 24, do you really wanna throw away that opportunity?”

You could only muster up an eye roll.

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The rest of the shift went off without a problem. Maria went home shortly after her talk with you. The next few hours included a couple of customers but mostly some cleaning. Mrs. Rivera actually came to see you, even getting a hot chocolate for her grandson when she got her latte. You hold a conversation with her for a while, talking about her daughter’s new job at the school. Maria said something about that a couple of weeks ago. The rest of the regulars got their usual drinks, only sticking around long enough for their drinks. The clock soon hits 7 pm.

“Another tea?”, you ask the college student in the corner. He’s been here for your whole shift and has gotten two hot green teas with sugar.

“No ma’am. I'm about to leave but I appreciate it.”

‘Alright. Don't be a stranger”, you say, taking his cup and saucer to the back to clean it off. You place it in the strainer to left it air dry. As you are in the back, the customer packed up and left, leaving the shop empty.

You walk past every table, wiping it down and stacking chairs on top, then grabbing the broom. You quite enjoy the quiet chill night, humming a simple tune. The night offers an array of noises through the open door: Grasshoppers chirping and the soft whistle of the breeze. You finish sweeping and put up the broom. “The tips were pretty good today”, you think, pushing the money into your pocket, removing your apron, locking up, and heading home.

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You had Thursday off and planned to spend it accordingly. You slept until you couldn't anymore, got up, and fed Avery, offering extra pets to the needy cat. She snuggles up to you on the couch, laying in the space in front of your stomach. Your newest interest? Murder mysteries. So you are relaxing on the couch reading Agatha Christie’s Death on the Nile.

You get pretty far into the book before hearing a knock at your door. Weird. Then walk to unlatch the door, swinging it open.

“Uh... hello?”, you questioned the man in front of you. He’s standing there with his hand to the back of his neck, looking nervous

“Hi. Umm, I'm new to building. I live across the hall. I’m Anthony”, he reaches his hand out. You take his hand and shake it.

“Y/N”, you respond, smiling.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N”

“Would you like to come in for some coffee? I just put on a fresh pot”, you invite.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”, his face sparks up in happiness. He takes your invitation and walks into your apartment, you close the door behind him.

‘Wow. Nice apartment. How long have you been living here?”

“Eh, a while”. Boy, you have NO idea.

He sits down at your dinner table and you bring over two coffee mugs.

“Cream? Sugar?”, you ask.

“Yes. Both please”, he responds and you hand him the containers of cream and sugar.

“Just moved here?”

“Yeah. From Arizona. The owner told me that you're one of the only Americans renting here. Thought I might come by and say hello.”

“Arizona, huh?”

“Yeah. I used to live in Georgia when I was a young girl but I’ve been around the world a lot. Been a while since I’ve been in the United States”, you drift off for a second but reel it in. “ Where in Arizona are you from?”

“Tucson. Wasn’t a bad place to live but I went to college for a major in the Spanish language. I wanted to visit places where I could hear the different dialects and see the different cultures. Thus, I am in Columbia.”

“Ah, you see I just wanted to see the world. I’ve been almost everywhere”

‘What was your favorite place to visit?”, he asks, fully focused on the conversation and not realizing Avery’s furry body rubbing against his shins. She meows. “Oh, well, hello there pretty girl. What’s your name?”. He reaches down to pet her back.

“That’s Avery. But back to your question, I was living in Greece for a while and I just adored the blue waters and sandy beaches.”

He takes a sip of his coffee and asks, “So what brought you here?”

“Need a change of scene. I had a friend who lived here but she passed away a couple of years ago”, you reply back nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.

“Oh, im so sorry to hear that. Not too pry but we’re you close?”

“Yeah, We knew each other for a while.”

“How’d she die?”, he asks further

“Old age”, you let slip.

“Old age? he responds surprised.

“Uh... yeah. A family friend.”, you try to make up a better story to keep suspicion off of you.

That conversation kind of ended before it started, instead opting for a conversation about Anthony’s studies in places like Cuba and Spain. The talk circled around to different places you’ve visited, Rome being a topic that seemed to trail on and on. The sun outside seems to start to set.

“I’ve got to get going but it was nice to meet you, Y’N”

“You too, Anthony. Let me know if you need a cup of sugar or anything”, you say following him towards your door. He steps through and across the hallway to his front door. When he shuts his door, you follow suit. You turn around and you can feel Avery’s judging eyes on you.

“I know, I almost blew my cover”, you tell your feline friend. She meows.

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You weren't wrong when you told Anthony you’ve been living in Columbia for a while. The problem is his definition and your definition of “a while” were completely different. The truth is you lived in Columbia for 40 years and in this town for about 20. You didn’t age. The only person who could possibly know is Mrs. Rivera but she is very good at minding her own business. You were one of the only ones who came to her husband’s funeral a year ago. You’re practically family. The town’s oldest residents have passed and the owners of the apartments change every couple of years. The rent is paid in cash and the tenets come and go. Every couple of decades you move to another small town in another country.

You lived a normal life but you didn’t know your parents. You lived in the orphanage until you were 18. It was then you took up a job, reading in your spare time, and traveling when you could. You didn’t even realize your immortality until you were 40 looking 20. And then 50 looking 20. You did try to date but soon came to realize that you’d outlive them, leaving a trail of broken hearts. You were pretty sure you were incapable of love. 80 years old and not prepared for what happened next.

Javier Pena was about to change your life.

#javier pena #javier x reader #Javier pena x reader #reincarnated au #coffee shop au #mostly plot #immortal au

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cicada-bones · 4 years ago

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The Warrior and the Wildfire

Chapter 2: Foreboding

Im hoping to get a bunch of updates out before i have to get back to school - So here we go! Second chapter already! This one is a little short, but it was the only place that made sense to end it, so I hope you will forgive me.

word count: 2885

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There was once a male gifted by Hellas. He was born into nothing, was born into dirt and ash and squalor. He ate when he was hungry, took what he wanted, fought, stole, and whored.

Until a queen of darkness found him.

She raised him up from the slums, and turned him into a weapon of war. He gave up everything to serve her, pledged himself to her always. Even loved her.

She scorned him, but the male endured it. For he would lay down his life for her, had already given her his freedom. And what was his dignity by comparison?

The years passed, and time started to become meaningless. Courts rose and fell, warriors grew into power and others’ names were lost to time. The male built a company of soldiers to rival any throughout the land. They suffered loss, betrayal, and battles too numerous to count. But they stood strong through it all.

Until a princess of fire sailed in from across the sea, and stole his brother away.

Now his queen was lost, was blinded by her own desire for power. And for the first time in his long life, the male was unsure of the way.

A choice lay before him, two paths diverged. And time was running short for the decision to be made.

The male closed his eyes, letting his tense shoulders drop.

Both roads were fraught with darkness and difficulty. One would take him across the sea, and label him a betrayer, an oath-breaker. The other would chain him in place, to a throne whose foundation he was worried had already begun to crack. One would take him from his queen forever, but might save her from herself. The other would allow him to stay by her side, but only to watch as her greed slowly destroyed her.

One breath in, one breath out. Slow and even.

Lorcan Salvaterre opened his eyes to examine the golden ring in his palm, those two paths appearing before him, closer than ever.

And he had no more idea of his decision than he had from the beginning.

His feet shifted on the floor, rasping slightly on the stone. The sound was quiet, but it was just enough to cause his queen, asleep across the room, to stir.

Lorcan’s breath caught in his throat.

The moment stretched, twisting and pulling under the pressure. And he knew that his time had come.

But which? Which? Which?

The bedcovers ruffled, a slow sigh escaping his queen’s pink lips. Her face was clear, relaxed. And she was just as beautiful as the first moment he had beheld her. A dark majesty, like black cliffs of stone overlooking the sea, like the violence of dark water tossing itself at their feet.

Lorcan breathed deep, closing the golden ring in his fist.

And he darted from his queen’s chamber, slipping into a run. The fastest of his life.

···

Rowan lifted a spoonful of stew, then let it drip back into the wooden bowl, its soft trickling echoing between his ears.

He had been sitting in the kitchens for what felt like hours, but by the movements of the sun, it couldn’t have been more than a quarter–, or maybe half an hour. If he was being generous. And he was not in a particularly generous mood.

Rowan was exhausted.

Not, in-need-of-a-few-hours-sleep-and-then-he-would-be-fine exhausted. More fall-asleep-standing-up exhausted. Sleep-for-three-days-straight exhausted. And it was only made worse by the fact that he knew he wouldn’t be sleeping well anytime soon.

Today had been a quarry day, and after his morning run, Rowan had spent hours under the baking Wendlyn sun, slowly coaxing rock from the earth. His magic had helped, as with it, he could make blades of ice to cut into the stone, shaping it like clay. It was far quicker, but it was just as exhausting as doing it the normal way, with arms and back and legs.

It had gotten to the point that Rowan was desperately catching minutes of rest here and there, lying awake for hours begging for sleep to come. But the nightmares just wouldn’t leave him be. And both the source of all the trouble and its only antidote was now over a month away. Even if he left that very moment.

He was too tired to even be properly angry with her.

Rowan raised the stew to his lips, swallowing the mouthful somewhat gingerly. It had gone cold. He just sighed, and swallowed another.

It had now been ten days and over two hours since he had last seen Aelin.

Luca rushed into the kitchen, knocking over a chair and causing Rowan to slosh soup all over the wooden table. The boy just grabbed something from the storage area beneath the sinks, and then rushed right out again. Rowan frowned at him.

It took him quite a bit longer than he would’ve ever been willing to admit, but eventually he realized that Emrys, who was scrubbing the stove clean at the other side of the room, was smothering a fit of laughter at his expense. And failing.

Rowan’s frown deepened as he wiped up the mess. Emrys started laughing even louder.

At least the room was nearly empty.

But honestly, he was past caring.

Rowan was patting at his damp shirt when Emrys walked over to him, bearing a washcloth and a fresh bowl of stew, steaming slightly in the light from the open door.

“Here,” he said, already walking back over to the stove. Rowan held in a sigh as he mopped himself up, then gratefully started spooning the warm stew into his mouth.

Rowan and Emrys were the only two people remaining in the kitchen. Now that the rainy season was over, Emrys’ evening storytelling was getting more and more rare. Demi-Fae now spent their evenings out of doors, taking walks through the woods and eating below the stars.

Though he didn’t miss the wet weather, Rowan couldn’t say that he didn’t miss the evenings spent with everyone sprawled in front of the hearth, listening and laughing and crying as Emrys spun his tales. It reminded him of listening to his mother, curled up next to her in bed. The sound of her voice lulling him to sleep.

Something he desperately needed now.

A clatter sounded from the front of the room, startling Rowan from his trance. It was only Emrys, who had now moved on to the dishes, and had dropped a bowl when moving them to their cabinet to be ready for breakfast in the morning.

Once again, the old male didn’t miss Rowan’s reaction. But he didn’t say anything, instead moving to wipe down the counters and tabletops. Another moment passed while Rowan finished his stew, then stood to wash his bowl and put it away with the others.

But Rowan knew Emrys’ silence wasn’t going to last.

And sure enough, just as Rowan put the bowl in the cupboard, the old male spoke up.

“Luca told me he liked training with you the other day.”

The statement was tentative, probing. Rowan didn’t say anything.

Emrys pursed his lips, even as he continued rifling in the store cupboard for some hard-to-reach item. Another breath, then, “He said that you talked about Bas.”

Still, Rowan kept silent.

Emrys sighed. “In the weeks after the battle, Luca…” he trailed off, eyeing the bags of potatoes and onions he was supposed to be counting. “He retreated into himself. He wouldn’t talk to us, to me or Malakai. I know that we aren’t his parents, that we have no right to him. But Luca doesn’t have anyone else. His mortal parents abandoned him, and he never knew his Fae parentage…” he trailed off again.

Rowan found himself nodding to fill the silence. “You care for him,” he said softly. “Anyone could see that.”

Emrys’ eyes met his for a moment, then turned back to the potatoes. “He has become a part of our family. And to have him hide from us in that way…it was hard.”

Rowan nodded again, his brow furrowing as his thoughts began to twist. Where was Emrys going with this?

The male seemed to rally himself. “So I need to know, what happened to Bas? Was – was he really the one who betrayed us to the soldiers?”

Rowan frowned. “Luca didn’t say?”

Emrys scowled. “You weren’t here for those weeks after the battle, you didn’t see. At first, the whole fortress was in chaos, so wrapped up in healing and recovery and relief. And you – you had other things you were paying more attention to.”

Rowan’s face twisted in acknowledgement. He wasn’t sure he’d spent more than five minutes away from Aelin that week.

Emrys continued. “But then, once everything began to calm, Luca went silent. He wouldn’t eat, wasn’t sleeping. Eventually he just came back, like nothing had happened. But it was too delicate. We were afraid to ask him, to push it.”

Rowan nodded. Emrys looked at him expectantly. “What happened to him?”

Rowan steadied himself, then began to explain. By the time he was done, Emrys’ eyes were lined with silver.

“So he killed him?” the male’s voice was soft, heartbroken.

Rowan nodded, and Emrys turned back to the onions and potatoes, cutting off the growths that had sprouted, and tossing away those that looked close to rot. Distracting himself.

“To think, a few months ago I never would’ve thought that I would see you so calm.” Emrys said, almost sardonically. “The state that girl was in this spring – and you two fighting like alley cats. Always at each other’s throats.”

He stood, hauling the discarded vegetables to the compost heap, and moved on to the case of fresher vegetables that had been carted in a few days ago from a nearby farm. “And yet by the end, I thought you two inseparable.”

Rowan averted his gaze just as Emrys glanced up, his eyes sharp. Rowan knew that there was a question there, one that he had no intention of answering.

Emrys voiced it anyways. “And when do you think we will be seeing her again?”

Rowan gritted his teeth. Emrys seemed to sense an uphill battle.

“I – I need to know that she is alright. That she’s going to be alright.”

“No one can know that.”

Emrys frowned. “What will she be facing in Adarlan? Does she seek to confront the king – ”

Rowan cut him off. “Elentiya, has not shared her plans with me. Nor would she have a reason to. I serve another. She is on her own.”

Emrys’ face tightened, but he took it with grace. They were silent for another long moment, or at least until Emrys began tossing sweet peas and lettuce and leeks into a pile, murmuring about old greens and dishonest farmers.

But before Rowan could escape back to his rooms, to see if perhaps he could finally get some rest, Emrys stopped him once again. “In that case, how long do you think you will be with us, Prince?”

Rowan sighed, stalling in the doorway. He’d been avoiding this question too. “I’m not sure.”

Emrys raised his eyebrows. “Won’t your queen be summoning you soon? Now that your training with the girl is done?”

Rowan gritted his teeth. He couldn’t say anything to the old male, no matter how trustworthy he might seem. “Our Queen has ordered me to stay and assist with the repairs around the fortress, and I will stay until she orders me otherwise.”

“And you have no idea when that will be?”

“None.”

“So…” Emrys started, “While you are here…would you consider training Luca?”

Now it was Rowan’s turn to scowl. He should have known that this was where Emrys was heading. And for some reason, the offer set a wave of melancholy though him. Strong enough to take him by surprise.

“I know that the boy is not up to your standard, but when he came back from his run with you yesterday – he was different. Lighter.” When Rowan didn’t say anything, Emrys continued. “You helped him.”

Rowan shook his head, “I didn’t do anything that anybody couldn’t have.”

“Maybe so, but – ” Emrys dusted off his pant legs, making to stand. "You’ve made yourself one of the finest instructors I’ve ever seen come through here. You made that girl into what she is. And Luca was always talking about how much he wanted to go to Doranelle, to escape, and become a great warrior of the land.”

Emrys’ eyes twinkled. Rowan was still shaking his head.

“Just – please consider it. For Luca’s sake.” Emrys threw the remaining vegetable scraps onto the compost heap. “We only want him to be happy.”

“I know, but – ”

“But what, Prince?” Emrys’ eyes seemed to bore into him. “What is keeping you? If you must stay here, might you not be useful, as more than just a workhorse in the quarry?”

Rowan’s breath was tight in this chest. He wanted to say that Luca deserved someone better than him. To say that he would only disappoint, that he could never give the boy what he really wanted. Particularly since he so obviously looked up to Rowan.

But the real reason he was so reticent was because it was exactly what he wanted. In a different time, and in a different place. To settle, and build a home. To rebuild and teach and heal, from a lifetime of hurting.

It was so close.

But there was a massive, impassable cavern between here and there. Because Aelin was not with him. And the world around this fortress was far from peaceful.

War not only threatened, but snapped at their heels. Waiting to strike. Rowan could feel in it his bones. There were far too many storms to weather, and enemies to defeat, before that future could possibly be his.

So Rowan only said, “I will think on it, Emrys. And I will agree to spend time with him in the mornings. But just remember, I have no idea when I might be called away. It could be tomorrow or months from now. I can’t make any promises.”

Emrys nodded. “I didn’t really expect you to, Prince.” And he turned back to the storage cupboards, sealing things up for the night.

Rowan turned to leave, but then paused. “And Emrys – you could see about trying to talk to the boy again. Im not sure – but I think he might this time.”

Emrys gave him a small, but warm, smile. “Thank you, Prince.” And Rowan walked out.

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Rowan jerked from sleep, his body shuddering uncontrollably. This time, the dream had been different. Had been worse.

Instead of him torturing Aelin, and listening to Lyria’s screaming, he had to watch as Aelin gave up. As she let the grief and pain overwhelm her, and she retreated into that shell of a person she had been when they first met.

Maeve threatened to have Cairn whip him, a punishment he had borne numerous times. Pain that, under the circumstances, he would take gladly. That he would take and be grateful.

But Aelin could not take it.

When Maeve threatened to whip Rowan, Aelin gave in. And she handed over the Wyrdkeys.

And Rowan could only watch as the dark queen laughed and laughed and laughed. And destroyed everything in the world that he loved.

It was knowledge that Rowan kept locked up so tight it could only come out in his dreams. The knowledge that Aelin would hand over the Wyrdkeys for him. It was their greatest weakness, their bond. But Rowan couldn’t see what he could do about it.

They were both weaker, and stronger, together. It was a problem he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to solve.

Rowan breathed, calming his wracked body, then stood up and began pulling on fresh clothes and strapping on his many blades. He shifted, then tore out the window and into the waiting sky.

It had been a few days since his conversation with Emrys, each of them longer than the last. It was like he was walking upstream, fighting against the rushing current. Time flowed around him like molasses, sticky and slow and uncomfortable as all hell. But pass it did.

It had now been nearly two weeks since he had last seen Aelin. It felt like a year.

Each of the past three mornings, Rowan had trained with Luca. Guiding him through the bare bones of his morning routine. Even though it had only been a few days, Rowan could already spot marked improvement in the boy’s endurance and speed. In quiet moments, when laboring around the fortress, Rowan even caught himself planning lessons for the boy. Figuring out what would suit him best.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the sadness that filled him whenever he corrected the boy’s stance, or reminded him to keep his core muscles tense. Nor could he escape the increasing feeling of foreboding whenever he thought about the future.

This tense peace was not going to last much longer, he was sure of it.

And as he shifted his wings to turn back towards Mistward, Rowan’s conviction was all but confirmed.

For wafting towards him on the western wind, was the unmistakable scent of Lorcan Salvaterre.

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luminous-shifting-vibes · 4 years ago

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*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

#tw drugs #tw swearing #tw cannibalism #tw crime #tw food #tw homophobia #shitpost #out of context #out of context quotes #lumi's quotes

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years ago

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Ransom stares at you from across the room as you bring your glass of wine to your lips, you can tell as he’s biting that buttery cookie what he’s thinking about, it’s all over his face.

The light blush rises in your cheeks, watching him just over Joni’s shoulder, shes to self-absorbed to notice your not paying attention, Ransom does though.

Abruptly he stands and leaves the room, heading for the stairs. Drawing yourself away, you go up to, quiet as a mouse cause they squeak. When you get to the top, Ransom beckons you into a spare bedroom and once you slip in, the door shuts and he crowds you against the door, pinning you against it with his hips, hands on each side of you closing you in.

“There’s my girl…”

Chris is in the middle of a talk show, and your sitting in the crowd, watching your man. Damn you can see he’s a bit nervous, the way his hands are moving just as fast as his words, and he keeps breaking out in shy grins and overabundant laughs.

His eyes seek out yours and you mouth to him ‘Relax, you got this.’ and automatically his shoulders drop a bit and you see a deep inhale, a bit more calmness in his face as he turns back to the host.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

Ari watches the beachfront as you moan softly, rolling in the bed to sit up, clutching the sheet to your chest as you blink the sleep out of your eyes.

“Handsome, what are you doing up?” you whisper, and he looks over his shoulder.

“Sorry baby, just watching the sun come up.”

You stretch to a stand and come over, your hand sliding along his back as you tuck up against his side, smiling at the way the sun was inching its way over the water. “It is beautiful…” You nuzzle his chest and lean against him for a moment.

Soon his hands are sliding under the sheet and he yanks it away, carrying you back to the bed. “You really think Im done with you yet Baby?”

Steve, he’s shy. But he can’t help but notice you as you working on some project for Howard Stark. You glance at him a few times, but he is to quick to keep a gaze, looking down and away. Finally, you set your clipboard down and approach him, holding out your hand. Bashful blue eyes of the super-soldier lift from your hand to your face.

“I’m Y/N” you say and his hand falls into yours, bit, large, and warm. It feels comfortable there and a relieved smile crosses his face.

“I’m Steve.”

He loved you, more then he could know.

It was in the way you would crash on the couch next to him and shove a bowl of Capn’ Crunch in his hands without him asking, or how you would perch in his lap at his computer and read over a chapter he was unsure about. How when he got frustrated, you NEVER backed down, but challenged him head on to face his problems instead of running away. It was the nights he would find you awake, worrying yourself and he would pull you into his hold so that for once he could take care of you instead of you taking care of him. All these things he had a hard time saying to you, thanking you for, so he cupped your face in his hands and poured it all into a kiss, one that swept you into his embrace, losing yourself into it. When he pulled away.

You whispered. “what was that for?” and his thumbs brushed along your cheeks.

“Because I love you Y/N.”

“ya know what, superpowers bitches! I got them, ya sure you wanna mess with me?”

Your gun is trained, your ready. As soon as Jensen started finger cocking his way across the men, you dropped them one by one. You could hear him in the earpiece you were wearing responding to your shooting. “Fuck baby, every single one, it’s so fucking hot when you go all sniper for me.”

You are dismantling your gun, rolling your eyes. “Jensen get your ass out of there now.”

“Aye Aye Boss.” He states and you snort with a laugh hearing him.

Ari’s hands clasp together and you look away from his pleading face. “Don’t, you can’t ask this of me, Ari. I told you I couldn’t do this anymore.”

“Do what Y/N? save lives, we were so fucking good at it. You were good at it.” You can hear the resolve in his voice, the way he was ready to keep going at you till you broke.

“This, Me and You. Ari, we are so… destructive together. You hit me like a ton of fucking bricks, and I’m left shattered every fucking time. It took me a year to get over you the last time I saw you. Your just… you’re not good for me.” You start taking care of supplies, and you can feel him coming behind you, letting his hands rest against your hips.

“It wasn’t easy for me either, but I had to go back, you didn’t want to.” He said softly, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and you shuddered in his hold. “It will be different.”

Lies, Ari was the master at them, and the fool you were, you just went along every fucking time.

Colin laid there the next morning, the slight bit of stubble already making its way across his chin, and his sleepy moan made him open his blues, looking right at you. “Morning Babygirl.”

“Morning Colin,” You bite back a grin and he reached over, circling around your hip and bringing you in closer to his warmth. You nuzzle right into him, and he starts giving you lazy morning kisses, sighing in satisfaction against your lips.

“Your so beautiful first thing in the morning. I want to wake up like this forever.”

You had just finished treating his wounds, nothing serious thank god. But still, every time he came back from a mission, his beautiful features marred with bruises.

Ugh, it hurt to see. You tried to hide it, but he noticed the clipped quiet way you were afterward, and when you walked by him again, he grasped your wrist and pulled you into his lap.

“Hey Doll.” He would press his lips against your temple and cuddle you into his chest. “Thank you.”

“Your welcome Steve.” You would whisper back and tilt your head to lean against his and he would rub your back.

“Can I get a kiss from my best girl.” His blue eyes hopeful, and you would smile softly, nodding as he would cup your face, and draw you into a slow welcome home kiss.

Cause that’s that you were, his home. He would fight to always get back to his Best Girl.

It had been a long day, Mary had tooth and nail wanting to bring Fred into school today, and he had to explain to her a hundred times that although it was show and tell day, the cat wouldn’t appreciate spending the day in an unfamiliar place.

He finally managed to convince her to bring a set of her favorite legos instead.

Then in the boatyard, he was commissioned to fix what the man had called his dreamboat. It was a pile of rusted junk. Frank looked at it and immediately felt his temple pound, this job was a lot more then he would normally do, and the man wanted it done in five weeks. Well hell this was at least a six-week job. But it was good money. He agreed to do it.

Then you called. His love, his girl, his unknown factor in life. Normally he wouldn’t date, not while he had Mary. But you somehow stayed around. Respecting his need to be with his niece, you normally only came around on weekends until he was sure he was ready to introduce you two.

You never pushed him, never asked him the question he dreaded. You were just there, Friday’s meeting up with him, and circling your arm around him, leaning up to give him a kiss. “I missed you. Tell me about your week.”

You made it so fucking easy, he almost didn’t believe that you were real.

But seeing you come across your complex parking lot, putting your bag into the back of his truck, and climbing in the seat next to him, he reached for your hand. “Y/N, how would you feel… getting to meet Mary?”

His eyes are nervous but your eyes widened at this, a grin breaking on your face. “Are you sure Frank? I’m not rushing you.”

“No I mean it, I really want us to take it to the next step. If your ready that is”

You slid over closer, and ran your hand along his chest, and up to that scruff of his you loved so much. “Frank, I would love to meet Mary, and yes… Yes I would love to see where this goes.”

You leaned in and shared a kiss with him, sighing into it with a sense of peace that washed over him.

Better things were coming.

#for you #submission #frank Adler #steve rogers #ransom #me #colin shea #jake jensen #ari Levinson #chris Evans #sweater loves lielullaby

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