#i had COMPLETELY forgotten about the one until earlier today

[starbuck]

realized on my way home that two of my biggest and most ambitious fic concepts ever both essentially boiled down to “government believes they can fix a deadly rift in time and space by beating the shit out of this one guy” and i think that’s beautiful

[pixie-felix]

a/n: inspired by @hyunjinx42 (specifically this), suggested by @arestoucries

-as you sink down on his c*ck after a long day of work- @hyunjinx42

Just a short little something something to try break feed the absolute chokehold Railway Chan has us all in. Inspired by @hyunjinx42, suggested by @arestoucries. As always, smut under the cut, minors dni.

Content warnings: breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, ancient vine references (just the one, let me know if you found, I made myself laugh and then I couldn't take it out). 1.9k

I accidentally posted this earlier today when I was still working on the draft 🤣 this is the complete version, so if you were disappointed earlier hopefully this will make up for it

T a k e a S e a t

You know exactly what Chan wants when he sits down in that chair. 

Tie loosened, hair mussed, eyes dark as he looks you over like a cat eyeing the most delicious bowl of cream.

“So, you were watching me all day.” 

“Of course I was watching you. It was your MV shoot.” You keep your voice light, but the intensity of his gaze is making you tingle all over. Not to mention the hint of the devil in his smile, quirking the corner of his mouth.

“Well, I was watching you too. Come here.” He beckons you over, that familiar come hither motion of his fingers sending a strong jolt of arousal to your belly and your mind straight into the gutter. 

It might just be because he's been playing a vampire all day but you feel powerless to resist him. Walking towards him, and that chair, like a woman hypnotised.

That devil's smirk spreads as you move into arms reach, shivering as he reaches out a hand to stroke your leg. Just the inch of bare skin, above your knee and below your skirt.

“Did you choose this outfit just for me, sweetheart?”

This outfit being a not-quite-knee-length pleated skirt, a silk shirt buttoned up to the neck, and what the fashion magazines might describe as a smart casual blazer. It's giving “slutty schoolgirl meets business casual.”

Had you chosen this outfit especially for Chan, knowing about his purity kink and the fact you'd be in his eye line but just-out-of-reach all day?

You bet Chan's sweet ass you did. 

And he knows it too, knows it in the way you shiver as he lightly runs those fingers, a barely there feather touch, up your leg. Under your skirt. Slowly, closer and closer to where all that want is bubbling in your gut.

“I thought so. Such a tease.” Under that playful tone there's something low, something dark. Something that makes itself known when scrapes his nails back down your thigh, not quite hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that you know if you were to look there’ll be five red lines marking your flesh. Dragging his fingers away from where you want them, where you need them, taunting you with a smile that tells you he knows how your cunt is clenching over nothing.

“I wasn’t the only one watching you though, was I?” Marking. He’s fucking marking you. 

“Channie…” 

“That’s not my name.” 

“...Chris?”

“Not today sweetheart.”

Oh. Oh. 

Oh boy.

“...Daddy?”

“Good girl.” His voice is all low and growly, and he tugs you forward by your knees until you’re standing astride his lap and hands are running up the backs of your thighs again, alternately stroking and scratching as he smiles up at you. 

“Do you even know what you do to me? What it’s like having to pretend you’re not mine. Having to watch guys like that following you all day, flirting with you, eyefucking you, and not being able to do a damn thing about it?”

Ah, so that’s what this is about. Chan is jealous. You were training the director's new PA today, some guy who’s name you’ve already forgotten. And Chan is jealous. 

As if he isn’t the most gorgeous man on the planet, a professional wet dream, and your long term boyfriend who’s been dicking you down dumb for the last 4 years. 

And if he wants to talk about unfairness, let’s talk about work. Watching him film that scene today, in this very chair, where an orgy of dancers were writhing on him. In fucking handcuffs. And he was sitting there with that look on his face. Yes yes, work is work, and acting is acting, the hazards of dating an idol etc etc…

But watching your man sit with a crowd of strangers slithering on his lap, that special expression on his face you only see when you’re sinking down on his cock after a long day of work, in that goddamn chair…

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” The question is innocent, the look in Chris’ eyes is not. He's completely Chris now, all signs of sweet Chan gone, replaced by the hungry, almost feral creature that likes it when you call him daddy. “Are you thinking about all those dancers from earlier, sitting on me, touching on me…”

“Yes, Daddy…” you whisper, blush creeping across your ears. It's like he's staring right into your soul, reading your thoughts and revelling in how you put up no resistance. He can invade all your private places and you let him, you're an open book to him

“Did it drive you crazy?” His voice is a low whisper, heavy with lust and wanting. “Did you want to come and sit on my lap instead, come and claim what's yours?"

You're too turned out to speak, your voice a whimper rather than words. “Daddy… don't tease…”

He smiles slowly at you, reaching up your skirt and slowly dragging your panties down your thighs.

“Then come warm this cock my love. Daddy's been waiting all day.”

It's almost musical, the sound Chris makes as you sink down on his dick, somewhere delicious between a moan and a grunt. It's almost too much, the way he stretches you. You cling to his shoulders and hide your face in his neck as you whine, nipping at his neck as you desperately try to ground yourself.

“Mmm… so good…” Chris has his hands on your hips, guiding you until you're settled on his thighs, his cock fully sheathed inside you. “Such a good girl. So perfect for me.”

He's almost too big to fit, your pussy stuffed fuller than full, at it's absolute limit. Teetering on the cusp of what feels good and what doesn't.

He's mercifully gentle, running his hands up your back, stroking your skin in slow, soothing circles.

“You're doing so good, baby. Just relax, relax for me baby.” He hisses when you lean a little more forward, mewling into his neck into his neck and holding him tighter as the change in angle causes your pussy to spasm and stretch, barely able to bear it.

“I want.. I…”

“What do you want, babygirl?” Concern creeps into his turn, worried that maybe his dick is too big, maybe you’re not enjoying it. “Am I hurting you? We can stop if it's too much.” He presses kisses into your hair, brushing some out of your face as he tries to look you in the eyes.

“No Daddy… please don't stop. You feel… so good…” Chris sighs in relief, stroking your face tenderly. “Will you… will you…”

“Yeah, baby? What do you need?”

“I can't… I want…” You shake your hips lightly, barely moving but Chris' dick is stretching you so full it feels as intense as if he was pounding you out, hips snapping as he tried to fuck you through the mattress.

Chris makes a strangled sound, the drag of your velvety walls almost driving him to madness.

“What do you need, babygirl.” His voice is hoarse with the effort of holding still. “Just tell me. Tell me baby, please, you're driving me mad…”

“Daddy,” your voice is almost a sob, “Daddy, please… It feels so good. You feel so good, inside me…” Chris has to bite his lip to keep from swearing at how good you're making him feel. He loves is when you talk dirty.

“Baby, if you keep saying things like that…”

“Breed me, Daddy. Please. Please.” Chris presses a shaky, kiss to your lips, gentle and tender, trying to distract himself from how every single muscle in his body tenses up and he's pretty sure his balls just turned blue.

“You sure…” He has to be sure, has to check, before the last strip of his sanity is stripped away and he loses control.

“Please Daddy. Breed me. Claim me. Make me yours… please.”

“Okay baby, okay.” He starts moving, gently, rolling his hips slowly, tantalisingly, doing his best not to go too fast or too quickly. “Daddy’s gonna breed you, okay? You're so tight baby…”

He's not sure what's gonna explode first, his heart or his testicles.

It doesn't take long, every tiny thrust driving both of you closer to the edge,Chris closing his eyes and urgently trying to think of something unsexy. Socks with sandals. Being called “Bang Channie”.

That one weird nude Han accidentally sent him at Christmas. What the hell was he doing with all that BBQ sauce on his titties?

But not even deep philosophical musings on the strange behaviour of Han Jisung can distract Chris from how you've started to bounce on him, your pussy finally adjusted to his cock enough that you can ride him a little, thighs tight around his waist.

He almost loses it, when the little gasps and moans spilling from you get so loud he has to muffle them with his hand. No badly how much he wants everyone to hear how good he fucks you, you're still supposed to be keeping this a secret… Definitely not fucking on stage props quickly relocated to a nearby dressing room. Thank fuck the door locks.

But then you bite his hand, losing control of your sanity and bouncing on his dick like a rabbit, whining, so close to cumming but you just can't quite reach it by yourself.

The sting of your teeth on his fingers pushes Chris over, all restraint gone, hands snapping to your hips as he bucks up into you, holding you still so he can pound your pussy.

He feels you coming undone on him, your pussy spasming, clenching, sucking his dick in deeper until he could swear he's pressing against your cervix.

It's not until you collapse in his arms, shaking, trembling, that he finally gives in and lets himself cum. And he cums hard, the aftershocks of your orgasm making your pussy twitch, milking his cock until he's got nothing left to give.

Balls empty, dick aching, cocksore and thighs shaking, Chris holds you close, his seed dribbling out as his cock starts to soften inside you. You both moan when it finally slips out completely, clinging to each other tightly as you both come down from your respective highs.

“I think… I think we might have ruined the chair, Channie.” You giggle as you look up at him, all blissed out and happy.

“Oops.” He shrugs, before leaning forward and brushing your noses together in an Eskimo kiss. “I guess we'll just have to smuggle it home.”

You rest your head on his chest, happy and sated. Eevelling and how quickly Chris can switch back to Channie, all cosy and cuddly and sweet.

“So…”

“So?” Chan is already starting to look sleepy, all fucked out and giddy. He tilts his head at you like a curious puppy, like he didn't just fuck you into th fifth dimension.

“...are you still gonna try tell me the song is about trains?"

Chan blinks, and you can see the cogs in mind turning as he tries to figure out what trains have to do with anything that just happened.

He flushes bright red when the penny drops, eyes going wide, mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of a good comeback. In the end he just hides his face in your neck and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like a whiney “shut up”.

You laugh and snuggle down in his arms. He groans, knowing you're gonna tease him about trains once the post orgasm contentment passes.

That's what he gets for being a liar.

Okay, I'm just about happy with this one. This isn't even the No Thoughts/Hard Thoughts fic, but apparently I have breeding kinks on the brain. Oops. Hope you guys don't mind two in a row. In other news, Channie’s big dick problem is the subject of another fic. Yay size kink? Anyways, thanks for reading, reblogs and comments are so much appreciated and motivating and stuff, let's enjoy this highly educational science gif of Channie to end the post:

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[homunculus-argument]

My usual problem of "and then some other shit happens" is that they keep piling up on top of each other. This morning, I was just about to start work when

mail comes in. I've received a letter from the tax office.

I open the letter and get a Fuck No Way That's Right kinda bill.

time to hit up my accountant and ask what the fuck do I do now

realise that I haven't delivered my accounting stuff for like four months either, gotta apologise to her about that too

e-mail doesn't go through, double-check the address, re-type my whole apology and explanation again

four consecutive e-mails do not go through

fuck I gotta call them, where's my phone

just as I was about to make a phone call, I receive a phone call

forgot I had a phone appointment with my doctor, turns out I do not have a natural physical resistance to poison damage, and my medication resistance is something else.

confident in my ability to execute two unrelated tasks at once, I take a sip of my tea while on the phone. Naturally I fuck it up and pour the lukewarm tea on my lap instead.

figuring that since I'm unhurt and only poured enough to soak my clothes, not my chair, I'll just sit with the wet tea on my lap until the phonecall is over, and hang them to dry on the balcony later.

phonecall done, I remove my clothes and go hang them up to dry.

spot my little ficus tree cutting on the balcony, decide to water it since it's so hot and I don't want the thing to die.

coming back inside after leaving my clothes on the balcony, my boyfriend sees me undressed and wants affection.

he also wants to show me a video that he came upon.

make myself more tea

coming back to my computer, remember the phonecall I was supposed to make.

call the accounting people and tell them I can't e-mail the person I worked with, and get informed that the person I had been working with quit unexpectedly, and the one currently running the whole business on her own will look into my shit once she's personally out of the hospital. She meant to call me earlier about What The Fuck I'm Doing but unfortunately hospital.

promise her to deliver my accounting things today since it's the least I can do to not make her day any worse than it already is.

save through my paypal activities, log onto my online bank, check my account and do some math to confirm that I should more or less be alright until my next payday. Move some more money to my bank card account for groceries, and log out.

remember that the reason why I logged into my bank in the first place was the accounting, and log back in to get that data.

send my records to my new current accountant with apologies for not doing that for four months despite of being supposed to do it monthly.

finally done with that, satisfied of actually Getting Things Done, I suddenly realise I've spent the past three hours on random sidequests, haven't even touched whatever it was that I was planning to do today, and top of that I've completely forgotten what it was that I meant to do.

waste another half an hour writing a meticulous account of how I spent my morning doing everything else than what I meant to.

[simplyafountainpen]

Dancing With Death

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Doll!M!Reader x The Undertaker

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: It was a slow day in the shop, and the Undertaker was growing bored. Now, what better way to cheer up then playing with his favorite doll?~

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Switch!Mainly Bottom!Reader, Switch!Mainly Top!Undertaker, size queen, medical play (needles), spit used as lube, unhealthy power dynamics, pain play (by technicality), casket fucking, goofy sex, Reader gets a new penis;then gets fucked with the old one, Mute!Reader

The Undertaker glided through the halls of the funeral home. His hair flowed even more freely with the removal of his hat, which sat on your head.

He tidied up - in his own special way anyway - and moved coffins around as you sat wordlessly on an old, rickety gurney. Small dust clouds were swept up as he danced through the halls, you watching in what little curiosity you could muster up. He had been proud, you remembered, when you smiled for the first time, no matter how small it may have been. You've been slowly gaining emotions back as the years passed by Adrian's side. He hummed as he swept, though he was really just pushing dust into other corners.

Your hand snaked up to the stiches that lined both side of your jaw, sewed to a point that it only left the middle of your mouth able to open. Apparently, when you were brought back - your memory was always so hazy - your jaw just refused to stay attached to your head, so stitching the two was Adrian's next best option. Your feeling in that area was naturally lacking, but you made due, if just to see that delighted grin the white-haired reaper would gain. You were ripped from your thoughts when hands wrapped around your waist and ticked the various other stiches on your body, a head resting on your shoulder.

"What has you so lost in thought, love?" He giggled, and you laid your head atop his. You booped his nose and he gasped dramatically, draping himself over you even more than he was. "You were thinking of me?! Oh you lovely you!!" He started peppering your face in kisses, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, and finally your lips. You turned, your waist and pelvic bones groaning at the movement.

Your body turned a full one-hundred and eighty degrees to meet him, legs still facing forward. Hands and arms encircled his shoulders, your head leaning into his chest. Your skin screamed in protest of the awkward position, but the pain was so dull with your dead nerves you barely cared to recognize it. Cleaning had been completely forgotten in Adrian's mind by now, instead he clambered up onto the gurney with you, lifting you - and allowing your body to flex back into a regular position - and placing you in his lap. Reaching over he grabbed a broom he had been using earlier in the day and used it as a makeshift oar to move the wheeled bed across the floor. The two of you flew across the Funeral Parlor until you crashed against a wall, Adrian laughing gleefully all the while whist you clung to him.

He recovered quite quickly, and pushed a shelf to the side, revealing a small staircase upwards. You had just barely began to dust yourself off when he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As soon as he entered the small staired corridor he gripped a small handle with his free hand, pulling the shelf back in it's place and allowing you both upstairs - the living quarters - with nothing to be bothered about as far as you cared.

Soon you were both in the lofty space above all the body filled coffins, now surrounded by half-finished, empty ones. You barely breathed as Adrian took you to your shared bedroom and laid you gently on the black sheets of a two-person casket, your body going boneless as soon as you felt the comforting coolness touch your equally cold body.

"Hehe, now now my love, I did still have a couple things I had to do today buuuuttttt, I figure I can do them tomorrow. I mean, with you sitting there so cute how could anyone get anything done??" Adrian asked with a smile, taking the hat of his that you still wore and placing it on a nightstand.

"In fact, you're so cute I might just-" "UNDERTAKER?!" Adrian paused, smile still on his lips but strained. You recognized that scream. It was the blue boy's scream, though you couldn't quite recall his name at the moment. You had heard your fair share of conversations between him and Adrian as you pretended to be a corpse in one of the many coffins downstairs.

"I forgot to close the shop and blow out the candles... ah well. At the very least this should be entertaining. Sorry love, I've actually got pressing business to attend to it seems, most likely about that young lad who came in a couple days ago." Ah yes, the little boy. He looked like he was strait from a portrait with how sickly and pale he was, how thin and skinny he was, and how thick those bags under his eyes were. It shocked you a little when you lifted up the hat Adrian had put onto his head to find the top of his head and skull missing, what little was left of the brain nothing more then a sickly red and grey soup. The hat was quickly placed back on what was left of his head.

You shook the image from your head, the picture fading into black in your mind, you had seen much worse while with Adrian anyway. You looked at him and nodded in understanding, leaning up and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. He blushed, giggling even more, before skipping off with a wave, opening a small hatch that would allow him to "appear" in a coffin downstairs.

Though, before he went down the shoot, he turned and blew you a kiss, mouthing something to you before flying down into the darkness below, door snapping back into the wall after him. It took a few moments to decipher what he had mouthed but when you did, you grabbed a pillow and shoved your face into it, feet kicking into the air.

'I'll make it up later, my Lily.’

·:¨༺ ♱✮¨:·ᨐฅ ᨐᵐᵉᵒʷ·:¨✮♱ ༻¨:·˚─── ⋆⋅⛥⋅⋆ ──

Adrian crept into the large bedroom, the sun long gone from the sky and the moon hanging lazily behind clouds. Your paled skin almost glowed in the light, chest unmoving, a sign of rest. He chuckled, thinking of all the ways he could wake you and make good on his promise from earlier. He waltzed over to a dresser, pulling out the bottom drawer, and began to make selections for the night. His eyes practically lit up the room when he pulled his hair back as he began to disrobe.

Satin wrap and mourning lockets resided on a table, and clothes - minus his undergarments - rested folded on a desk chair. As he stood stagnate for a moment, you shifted, upper body lifting with no help from your arms. When fully sat you, your head flopped forward. After a minute, you seemingly jolted awake, eyes flying wide and meeting his which watched with intrest.

"Rigor mortis again, my love?" he questioned, leaving some things on the desk while holding his hands behind his back. You nodded stiffly, twisting and turning to loosen your stiffened joints. Once something loudly popped in your spine, you sighed in relief. Adrian began walking over, still holding his hands behind his back. You raised your eyes in question, and Adrian chuckled.

"Are you wondering what's back here, love?~" He was teasing you, so you chuffed, raising your arms and grabbing at him. He laughed out loud that time, clambering into the casket and resting in your lap. Your arms quickly found purchase around his waist, hands groping at the feeling of his pelvic bone. The feeling was obviously tickling the pale, scarred man above you, because the laughter quickly turned into him belting out in joy, his hands slapping at the coffin floor. He snickered, snorting into your hair as he leaned down, one hand coming from his back and rubbing your scalp, and you leaned into the touch.

His hand trailed down to the small of your back, feeling the mourning clothes your family had gave him to bury you in, the smooth cotton under his fingers of the long dress coat you wore. You pressed your face into his jugular, inhaling and sighing. His hand came up and traced your collarbone. He dropped whatever he was holding to bring both hands to your coat in order to begin undressing you. Whatever it was, it was cold against the frozen skin of your legs. It felt textured, long in shape and bulbous at the head.

Whatever it was, you were more than ready to see it.

Adrian took all your upper layers off as you stared off into the distance, lost in your thoughts. You were limp as he raised your arms to remove you coat, vest and shirt, forehead rested on his shoulder as you slowly blinked. His hands glided across your paled skin, tracing stiches.

His hands trailed downward from your chest and to your stomach, rubbing the skin for a moment, humming, then dragging his hands down to your waist, resting his palms on the rim of your pants, digging his thumbs between the pants and your skin. You hummed, shimming your hips to make it easier for the man to remove your pants and underwear. He inched back till he was at your ankles, yanking both slacks and underwear off, then gently pulling your socks off.

You sighed, Adrian giggled, and he scooted right up back onto your lap, limp dick resting on one of his thighs. One hand came to touch your face, thumbing your cheek as you leaned in like a cat, almost purring like one too. His other hand went behind him, grabbing whatever it was he wanted to show you.

“My love, do you remember a certain conversation we had?” Your eyes met his, shocked a little at being able to see the glowing green light they emitted. After a instant though, you shook your head.

“Figured as much. For such a pretty face nothing much goes on up here.~” He jokingly lamented, knocking on your head rather harshly, making you grunt at the dull, non-existent pain. “Well, dear, it was about your… well how should I put this… your anatomy?” He questioned, though that was more to himself than anything. You tilted your head.

“As I’m sure you’re more than aware of, you are stitched together at the limbs. You have noticed, yes?” You nodded, hand subconsciously coming to feel the stitches on your face. “Then on that subject, I’m sure you’re aware that I had to take some… artistic liberties when recreating your penis?” You nodded again, hand on your face running down to your cock, which had more stitches than the Frankenstein, really.

“And as much as I do love the texture those 'artistic liberties' give me in bed, I’ve grown a bit bored, and we can’t be having that now can we, dear?” You rapidly shook your head no, muscles and bones creaking and groaning at the rate you shook your head.

“Glad we’re on the same page. Then, I hope you won’t hate this gift I have for you?~” You stared at him, eyes flitting down to the hand behind his back, still nuzzling - to the best of your ability - the hand on your cheek. Adrian smiled one of the widest grins you’d ever seen on him, and whipped his hand around to the front.

What met your eyes was one of the longest, girthiest and heftiest cock you’d ever seen in your life- or well… rebirth anyway. If the blood that was in your veins still pumped through your body, it would've run cold at the sight of the damned thing. One of your hands reached out to run a finger against it, the feeling of the thing being so life-like that you would mistake it for real cock. Knowing Adrian... it probably was. It, at bare minimum, was seven inches in length and five inches in girth. You licked what little skin of your lips your tongue could reach, eyes looking into Adrian's as his smile widened even more. He began to laugh at what you assumed was you expression, probably being the closest to shock your face could morph it into.

"Huge, isn't it?" He joked, tossing it from one hand to another, the weight the thing making loud slapping noises as he 'played' with it. You eyes followed it, almost hypnotized, but you shook your head and looked up to meet his eyes blinking in confusion. He still stared, his tongue now peaking from between his lips, and gazed into your eyes.

"Ah yes, I'm sure you're wondering: "How will we switch them out Adrian??", well my dear, I anticipated this would happen at some point and soooo-" He dropped the monster of a cock from his hand, standing and jumping out from the casket, rushing back over to the desk and picked up what looked to be a small medical bag. Within seconds he was back in the casket, taking out a small pair of suture scissors and a small scalpel. He placed the scissors down on a small tray he also removed from the bag before he began teasing the blade down your body, starting from infraumbilical and trailing down to your pelvis, teasing the sharp blade around the base of your dick, pressing on the suture's keeping your sex attached to your body. For a moment you felt a pinch, and finally some of the stiches broke, minimal amounts of blood pearling from the points where Adrian purposefully pressed a bit harder, the view causing you to chub.

Adrian tutted, grabbing what was still attached and squeezing, your breath hitching. He took the scissors from their resting place, replacing them with the scalpel, and snipped away at what little was left, an odd feeling clinging to your body as the flaps of skin at the base of your dick rested on your body, no longer attached. Adrian looked up, one hand still on your cock, and began chuckling again.

"... I made you like a little mix-and-match doll!" Without warning he tugged, and immediately you noted that a little more then just the just the skin would've had to have been sewn together in order for the dick to work. You groaned, feeling your urethral tube be split at your base. Your erectile tissue evidently was giving issue as Adrian grunted, picking the scalpel back up and make quick but precise cuts to the structure, making fast work of it.

And finally, you were free. You stared as open mouthed as you could be at the sight of your bare pelvis, making quick glances at the penis Adrian held in his hands smirking. Barely any blood pooled from the wound, what was left was drooping from your body. You kept your eyes on the stump, running a gentle hand over it, shivering at the extreme jolt of pleasure that ran though your, stronger than anything you had felt as of late. Adrian gripped your wrist before you could touch the pieces again.

"Now now my love, give me a moment and this will become much, much more pleasurable." You nodded, what little breathing you were preforming slowing when you thought of the new weight you'd be carrying around. Perhaps you may need a new pair of pants...

You snapped out of your thoughts, eyes focusing back on Adrian as he leaned close to your pelvis, old penis long discarded... somewhere you couldn't see. He was hard at work, lining up nerves and the new urethral tube to your own, erectile tissues already dealt with. All you could think about was how nimble Adrian's hands were, making quick work of all access skin and pulling out a medical grade needle and thread, the scissors making a reappearance as he tied knots. Whatever the hell he made the beast out of must have been fresh, because soon enough you were feeling each press of the needle into you skin. You couldn't help but pant, drool slipping from your sewed lips, whines rolling from the back of your throat.

Adrian laughed as he watched you eyes roll to the back of your head, an arm quickly wrapping around your midsection when you fell back onto your elbows. He made sure you hips would stay propped up as he continued to work, fingers ghosting now sensitive flesh. Your chest rose and fell harshly as he continued to work, a sudden weight pulling your hips down. It was silent for a moment, Adrien not laughing or speaking, only shallow breathing.

Everything was still, nothing but the crickets outside singing. Adrien sat up, his grin wide and full of glee. The reaper leaned close, pulling you back up by the shoulder. He leveled himself with your ear, hot breath puffing making it twitch.

"All done.~" He whispered, and abruptly his hand found it's way to the base, squeezing again. You whined, head falling even further back as Adrian made his way onto your lap, one hand now moving to your hair while the other stayed on your new dick. He licked his lips, bringing up his hand and spitting on it, wrapping it back around your cock and slowly stroking it, gently caressing the tip with his thumb, then he stuck his tongue out and giggled at you. You huffed like a dog, groaning and humming as he languidly stroked up and down. He began to palm your dick, pressing it between his hand and your stomach, stopping to pinch at the skin lightly. He yanked you by your hair to face him, eye to eye. Finally he smashed his lips on yours, cold lips meeting his wet lips in a harsh embrace. His teeth grinded on your lips, then forcing them as far as they could go and shoving his tongue in. Though only the tip of his tongue could fit, he groaned loudly, speeding up his palming and adding pressure. Your arms gripped Adrien's shoulders, nails digging into his shoulder blades.

He readjusted his grip, holding you dick again and rapidly stroking, precum running like faucet out your tip. Finally your 'kiss' broke, a long line of drool keeping you both connected. He smirked, laughing as he licked the line up, trailing up your cheek leaving a wet trail. Your eyes focused on his hand on your dick, watching it like it called you, breath short. You felt a knot in your belly begin to tighten, cock twitching and balls tightening. Adrien seemed to take notice and brought you closer and closer, before pulling away at literally the last second, leaving you a whining, whimpering mess. You let go of him and fall back onto a pillow, arms crossing above your head. Your now teary eyes stared into his as he cackled, slapping a hand to his forehead and and throwing his head back, kicking his legs into the air.

You picked yourself up, pouting and crossed your legs, turning away from him. His laughter died down into snickers when he saw you. He crawled forward and pressed his head into your chest, pressing himself into you and wrapping arms around your waist. You crossed your arms and looked away, shaking your head as he prodded his face into one of you pecks.

"Oh come ooonnn love, it was just a bit of fuuuunnn!" He dramatically sighed. You still looked away, not bothering to give him any kind of attention. He shifted himself onto your lap, your cock now between his ass cheeks. He began to grind down, what spit he globbed onto it earlier working as lube. You bit the inside of your cheek as his hands made their way around your neck.

"Lovely pllleeaassee look at mmee!" He was whining now, humping at your dick and rubbing his face up and down your chest. Your resolve was cracking but you sucked it up and continued to ignore him to the best of your abilities. It seemed Adrian had enough because one of his hands gripped your chin and forced you to face him.

"Now now my lily," you shivered, "Is this anyway to act towards the man who blessed you with such a beast like this?~" He clenched ass around your girth, bouncing faster to emphasize his point. You groaned, uncrossing your arms and gripping his waist. He laughed as you gave in, pressing your face into his hair.

"Good boy good boy! Such a good lovely you are!~ Now for your reward!" He suddenly gripped at your shoulders again, raising himself off your dick. Before you could whine in any way, he shushed you. He reached back with one hand and spread his cheeks, revealing his winking hole to the cold air of the room. You watched him shiver and then smile widely, then slam himself down onto your cock, not even taking the time to prep himself.

You immediately grabbed his hips to try and lift him back up to assess damage and scold him, but he tightened around you, sucking the monster dick all the way in one move. You froze, mind going fully blank at the feel of his hot insides fully encompassing your newfound girth. After a moment of recollecting yourself, you looked at him, both with lust and worry, and all he did was coo at you.

"Aw, is my darling worried for me?" You sniffed, nodding, and he only cooed louder, squeezing your cock and petting your head. You shivered and leaned into his touch. Tears fell and Adrian stopped his cooing and coddling to truly took at you.

"Are you... genuinely worried love?" You nodded, sniffling to the best of your current capabilities. Adrian's grin uncharacteristically dropped. For once he wasn't giggling or snickering or laughing. You gripped his hips a bit tighter. "Dear, look at me."

Your teary gaze met his concerned eyes and he did something you never thought you'd see him do: frown.

"I've been through much, much worse love." He murmured, and you nodded. "This is nothing to me, Love." You nodded again. "I want you to understand that I am perfectly fine with a bit of pain, alright?" You nodded again, rubbing his hips and pressing your face into his neck. You both sat there in silence, just breathing and existing in each others holds, your hands on his hips and around your neck.

You heard Adrian sigh, and felt his lips on your neck, gently suckling on the stitched up skin, paying close attention to make sure no stiches got caught in his teeth. You in turn hummed, continuing to rub circles into his waist.

He started to grind your cock deeper into his depths, your breathing shuttering at his movements, the circles you were drawing becoming shaky. Adrian smiled into your skin, gently rubbing your upper back while still laying soft kisses to your neck. You finally gripped his waist, grinding your cock into him, making him let out a loud moan that would turn into a laugh. He finally picked himself up and slammed himself back onto your cock, both of you groaning in pleasure. He moved up and down as he continued to press kisses, moving up your neck, to your chin, then your cheeks and then your lips.

He would bounce a couple times, then grind down and squeeze his walls around you. He did this over and over again, enjoying every time you’d whine when he’d stop for a moment. You gripped his waist, nails nearly piercing his skin, and raised him till only your tip was in his ass, then slammed him down, Adrien’s nails instead piercing your skin and drawing red lines on your back. You continued to bounce him, grunting as you used him like a toy. Adrian’s voice had became high pitched, almost girlish moans leaving his lips.

You held him down for a moment, slamming him into the back of the coffin. He grunted, and you quickly resumed pounding into his wet heat. Your hands left his hips and grabbed his thighs, pulling one onto your shoulder for more leverage as you kept pushing into him. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room with Adrian’s moans right behind, the sent of sex filling your nose. Your hips met his with force, shifting him on his back, his hands falling and landing beside his head. You folded yourself forward, pushing your face into his chest as you continued to thrust. Adrian was screaming at this point, hair a wild mess beneath him and eyes crossed to the back of his head.

You harshly sucked in a breath when Adrian suddenly thrusted up to meet you halfway. You looked up at him too see him completely flushed and panting. You slowed down, watching as one of his arms picked up and trailed down your spine, and eventually rested on your ass. You raised an eyebrow at his action, then fell forward into his chest when a finger entered your ass. Immediately you jerked into him, which in turn made him push the finger deeper inside you.

You dropped his legs, wrapping arms around his midsection and whined loudly, humping into his warmth while he added another finger, constantly switching from thrusting them and stretching them out. Your eyesight was getting bleary from the sheer amount of tears pouring down your face. Adrian was moaning and laughing at the situation, adjusting you upwards on him so you were face to face.

"S-such a cute dolllll I have huh? So c-cute and PLIant for meeee hehe!!~” His tone was the slightest bit mocking as he stretched out your hole, adding a third finger which made you whine. He quickly matched your pace with his long fingers, poking your prostate head on, his other hand coming down to slap your pert ass. He laughed wildly at your noises, now more bouncing you up and down then you had been.

He suddenly gained strength, enough to sit up at an angle and force you to stop, ripping his fingers from your hole and pushing you over to land on your back, cock still inside him all the while. Adrian reached behind him, sweating and panting as he cackled and picked himself up to slam back down on you.

The feeling of finality raced across your mind and you seized up, joints locking and hands flying to his chest, tearing down causing him to bleed. He giggled, tutted once more, reached behind him, and suddenly slammed something deep with you. You jerked up, pushing yourself fully within his ass and cried, nails digging deeper into his flesh.

Rigid and bumpy the object was, fleshy and cold to match you, it nailed your prostate head on. You looked at Adrian incredulously and all he did was smile, rear the thing back till only the tip was encased inside you, and pushed it fully back inside. Again you slammed into him, his head rearing back and hair flowing wildly. He set a quick pace, one not hard to follow, and it wasn’t long until you gave in and gave one final pump, then came inside him.

Adrian all but screamed to the heavens when you released; but, he didn’t stop his relentless attacks on your ass, still fucking you with whatever he was fucking you with. He kept bouncing even as you silently pleaded for him to stop, hands moving to his biceps to stay steady as overstimulation started to settle in your bones. A creamy white ring made its home beneath his ass as your cum was pushed out by even more release when you came again, shoving at Adrian’s chest to get him off you.

“O-OH!! Not yet m-my love I’m al-ALMOST!! ThERE!!~~” With that, Adrian slammed himself down the hardest he had all evening, pushing his new found toy to the hilt up your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time, his seed landing all across your torso and chest.

He fell forward, lying on top of you, both of you breathing harshly. Adrian giggled, licked up some of his own cum, and kissed you, tonguing it past your lips. It was salty, with just a touch of sweetness, you hummed and swallowed as he fell back onto your chest. The two of you lied there, basking in the afterglow and simply existing for a short while, before finally you realized something.

Poking Adrian on his shoulder, he glanced up and you motioned to you butt - ignoring that fact you were both still connected via your flaccid cock up his tight ass - and gestured for him to remove whatever was still inside there. Evidently this was hilarious to Adrian because he quickly slammed as hand on you chest and burst out into gut wrenching laughter, his whole body shaking, which made you groan because - again - you both were still connected by the hips.

“Oh, oh dear you are not going to like this… b-but that new ‘toy’ I added in the, ahem, passion of the moment- if I may say - was… it was - hehe… it was uhm… Well how about I just show you?~” After choking on his own laughter, the hand that still held whatever-it-was ripped it out without warning, but before you could even make any kind of sound, it was presented before you.

… Your old cock.

Adrian had fucked you… with your own, old cock.

Evidently the look on your face was amazing because Adrian burst into tears, throwing the poor thing across the room to hold himself as he laughed. You stared at him in disbelief, but quickly let it go, hugging him to your body and turning to lay on your side. He snickered into your chest as you closed your eyes, allowing the moon to shine over your sweaty bodies.

Your pressed a kiss to his head as he continued to now silently laugh in your grip. Opening one eye, you looked at him softly. Even if he was a kook, he was your kook.

… A kook that fucked you in the ass with your own cock, but your kook nevertheless. And that’s exactly how you wanted it to be.

{𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼}: I adore the Undertaker. What I wouldn't give to be one of his Dolls...

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[anon-sect]

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Alex was in torment the last five days. Will had started his vactions five days ago. He already smelled of foot odor and sweat of Will's feet. The fact that Will only had him for socks only made it worse. His roommate was to be on vacation for eleven days. He didn't know if his mind could survive all eleven days.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER......

Will was preparing for his nice long vacation. It was to be for eleven days at a nice resort in the Carribean islands. As he went to get socks from his drawer, he noticed he didn't have a single clean pair left. He looked in his dirty clothes hamper and saw that it was full. His roommate and apartment slave had not done the laundry. He was highly upset over not having a clean pair of socks. He was leaving today.

"Boy, come here." Will commanded.

Alex was dealing with the arrangements he made his old college friend. He needed a place to stay for a time but had not the means to afford his own apartment. Will offered his other bedroom to him on the condition that he would be his apartment slave while he lives there. It was not an ideal situation, but he would have a place to stay, at least for now, rent-free. so he took the deal.

It has now been two years living with Will, and he was still his apartment slave. He had forgotten to do the laundry yesterday. He figured that was the reason why Will was calling him. "Yes, Sir." He spoke bowing to his roommate. That was also one of Will's rules for him.

"You forgot to do the laundry yesterday, and I don't have a single clean pair of socks for my vacation. I am due to leave in a couple of hours." Will paused, seeming very angry. "How do you suppose we fix this?" He questioned him.

Alex had no clue how to get him enough clean pairs of socks in a short period of time. "Not enough time to wash and dry you a clean pair." He spoke, still thinking of what to do.

Will knew of a solution. He knew Alex wouldn't like it, but this would teach him a lesson about completing his chores. He pulled out his phone and opened up his TF Pro Max app. He selected the socks he wanted and turned the camera to look directly at Alex. He hit the flash option.

Alex saw the flash, and everything changed. He found himself hollowed out and flat on the floor. He felt two hands pick him up as though he was real light to carry. "Since you didn't do my laundry like you should have. I guess you will have to be my socks for my entire vacation. The only pair I will wear the entire eleven days. Sorry, but not sorry about this, buddy." He heard as a foot was shoved inside him without a single thought. He then felt another foot enter him.

Alex found his sensed not dulled but intensified. Every taste and smell was stronger somehow. Even every feeling was more extreme. He could feel each step that Will took, and it was horribly painful for him. It felt like he was being crushed by a huge mountain over and over without death. He could taste every surface of Will's feet and smell even the slightest scent no matter if the scent was weak. He thought it couldn't get worse until he was shoved into a pair of sneakers that reeked of a foul stench. He couldn't escape or move. He was forece to take in the foul odor without his concent. The insoles taste and reek of sweat and musk. If he had a physical mouth and nose, he would be gagging for fresh air while emptying the contents of his stomach at the same time. It was a completely horrible experience. He would be forced to be his socks for the entire eleven days.

During the entire five days, Will enjoy exploration, hanging out with some friends who went with him and over all relaxing. He didn't think much about hs socks. During his private time, he did jack off in one of the socks as a reward for being so comfortable on his feet. Spreading hot cum in the socks was a power trip he rather enjoyed, a little too much.

Will return home after eleven days in the Carribean. It was a great vacation. Even though he only wore one pair of socks the entire time, they held up strong; stronger than any normal pair of socks. Yet, it was time to restore his apartment slave back to normal. He took the socks off and used the flash on his phone. Nothing happened. He kept hitting the flash option, but the socks never reverted back to human form. He was puzzled about it until he realized what went wrong. He wasn't the only one who jacked off in his socks. A cute guy he had in his hotel room also jacked off in them for sport. The guy thought it was hot that the socks were former human and wanted to have a little fun with them as well.

Alex was releved that Will's vacation was over. He was tired of being socks. Having to deal with Will's feet the entire time was bad enough, but being jacked off in by both Will and another guy was so humilating and degrading. The fact that the guy knew he was a former human and wanted to do it anyway was torture. "Sorry to tell you, but having cum from two different guys saturate your insides has made this permanent for you. I can't change you back, but there is good news in all of this. You get to personally serve my feet and cock for a very long time." He heard Will laugh at his fate. He couldn't believe that this was permanent. He barely survived mentally all eleven days, yet alone the rest of his life. He found himself being put back on Will's feet and walked on. He could only mentally weep as he would never be human again and only just socks for an old college buddy.

Last story for 2024. Wishing all my followers a Happy New Year.

I will be back to doing the anonymous request in 2025. The next ones will be those who have already sent some to me. Again, Happy New Year to everyone.

[kix-mm]

Caterpillar pt 1

Pt.2

"I-its okay, don't freak out, please don't freak out- please-" there was a distant yell that interrupted their plea, leaving the oversized softie all alone once more in their lonely, dark catacombs.

He let out a defeated whine as he watched the lantern hastily dash the other way, till the beautiful warm light disappeared completely. The creature was mostly blind, and relied on sound and smell to do its job, cleaning up any rotting bodies or junk to prevent disease or unwanted pests in the long forgotten hallways.

It's features were designed to pick up any scrap, no matter how thin or small, fingers, hands, arms... the being was covered in them, and covered in the soot lined along the walls too due to its frequent contact with it.

They were overgrown, to say the least, struggling to pass through the narrower hallways and relying on its extra limbs to maneuver its way through like a hungry caterpillar, and suitably it always had room for more.

This didn't mean it was some mindless gluttonous creature. It yearned for contact, a conversation, just something more than a yell or abrupt sentence before the other dashed at a speed the glutton wasn't able to keep up with.

But alas... it seemed like today would be like every other until a distant sob and sniffle caught their ear. Slowly, and very silently, he made his way closer and closer to the sound, the smell of smoke, wax, and blood filled their nose, making their stomach release a loud groan against the caterpillars will.

The sobbing stopped in an instant. There was no light for the human to see what was nearby, allowing the caterpillar to inch their way a little closer, on the the soft sound of rubble could be heard being dragged towards the human, who tried backing further into a corner. "Wh-who's there?!" The human calls, their voice was shaky and uncertain.

"It's just me," he answers, his voice soft and calm in hopes to soothe the human's worries. The humans' eyes widen a little more. "You- You're that thing from earlier -" the human sounds panicked but stays in their place. "You're the boy. You ran away.." they could smell him, sweat, fear, blood, a small wound, he possibly cut himself on the glass or when he fell, but it was nothing serious.

The human could hear something picking up the glass and slowly start munching on it. It made him pull a face. "You're eating glass..?" "I eat everything that ends up down here - ah- no, not you, of course." his clarification didn't sound all too convincing at the end. Even they who spoke didn't sound convinced. He looked over at the boy, able to make out just about where he was. "Why are you down here?" The boy shuffled tighter against the wall. The creatures heat could be felt, along with its strange smell. Which wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was just... unusual.

"I was told that I would find something useful down here, something worth selling, something worth finding..." The caterpillar had heard of such stories before, but knew all too well it could not be further from the truth. "I'm sorry... you won't find that down here. Nobody throws anything worth finding in the catacombs."

The boy sighs. "I thought that might be the case... all I found was you down here - at least one of the stories is partially true.""stories?" The caterpillar asked with a mouth full of wax, watching the boy clumsily help himself up and dust his clothes off."Yes, that there's a monster down here that eats everything, and everyone who enters," the human paused. "You're not going to eat me, are you?" The other almost choked on the lanterns case before quickly shaking his head, coming to the quick remembrance that the human couldn't see he spoke up once more "no- no, no you're still alive, I only eat what's... dead, or trashed"

"So you're a vacuum?" The boy tilts his head "and how do you see in such darkness? I'm going mad, I feel like I'm blind"

The other tilts his head, a vacuum? That was a new word for him, but it probably fit his description. "I'm... kind of blind, I don't see much, I don't need to see to do my job" right, the poor human had to make it back out of here. The dilemma was, however, how was he supposed to help?

The boy looked in the direction of the creature and reached out his hand, touching a hot, thick and a tad slimy... something, he immediately pulled his hand back in disgust "was that you?" While the boy felt bad for having such a reaction, the other was a little overwhelmed by the sudden contact, all his hands and arms pull themselves tightly together.

"Yes..." he answers shyly, feeling... embarrassed? Ashamed? Did it all matter? "Um... I'm sorry, that was rude of me." "It's fine, do you want me to help you get out of here?" The boy lights out a little "you'd help me? Yes! Please! Thank you so much."

And that was possibly the first and last time this grubby monster would ever be thanked. The plan was simple, guide the boy to the nearest exit without taking him under water, the boy, named Elliot, made it very clear that he couldn't swim, or hold his breath for very long, which made the caterpillars job a little harder than expected.

Elliot had to blindly trust the monster, who didn't seem to have much of a name, "Bug" was the closest thing that came to one, which made Elliots skin crawl. The two held hands, and with a few minutes of unexpected surprises of finding out that Bug had a few more hands than expected, they finally set off.

Their pacing wasn't easy, Elliot was up front, with his two hands held and his hips, he wasn't too fond of walking blind, but found that Bug was surprisingly good at navigation, and not to mention, strong enough to lift Elliot up in case needed. Treating water was inevitable when it was flooding season, so Elliot rested up on Bugs large body when they crossed.

Eventually the inevitable happened, Bug could feel his shame creeping in as the path got narrower and narrower until he was forced to a halt "... I'm stuck" Elliot looked in the direction of Bug, confused "stuck? How??" He felt for the walls, and had to take quite a few steps to each either sides "surely you can't be that big" Elliot chuckles, but when the joke wasn't let down he got worried "God you really are aren't you?"

Bug didn't even have the courage to answer, "There's torches... further up... they must be lit, just keep walking straight and you'll make it to your exit...

Elliots heart sank "no- no, you can't expect me to go down there all by myself! What if there's water? What if there's a power surge and there isn't any light?! You can't leave me -" "I'm not leaving you, Elliot... it's right at the end of this tunnel, you can't miss it, there's no water and the ladder is right under the lights" he held Elliots hands "you will be fine, I'll guide you with my voice, just like we practiced, alright?"

There was a moment of silence between the two, Elliots head hung low. "You'll stay here, right? Till the end?" "Yes, I promise, just keep your hand on the wall, and you'll be fine" the monster was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace, Elliot had to tiptoe to reach the others neck. "Thank you..." he whispers softly, his heart racing with fear and adrenaline, he was finally going to get out of here... it felt like the whole day had passed.

The other wrapped as many arms around the boy as he could, letting the wetness stick to the boys clothes, he felt a little sad that Elliot had to go, but happy that he had finally made a friend.

The two finally separated, Bug kept watch over Elliot and guided him with encouragement, the boy eventually saw the dim lights, and picked up the pace, running towards the ladder and shouting "I found it! I found it!!" He looked back excitedly to his grubby friend but was a little disappointed when all he could make out were their pearly eyes.

Bug watched Elliot hastily climb the ladder and push the hatch open, blinding the two momentarily with the bright sun. Once Elliots eyes adjusted, he looked back toward his friend. "Bug! Wait there okay? Don't move!" He smiles and just like that, the lid fell closed, and the boy was once again out into the fresh, clean air.

The other... was still lodged between the walls. Patiently waiting for Elliot to return, he had no concept of time, so he didn't know how long he waited, but soon enough, the hatch had opened, and down came Elliot again.

This time, wearing a rain suit, with a backpack tightly strapped to his back, and what looked like a flashlight held in his mouth. He hopped down, looking out into the darkness, and called, "Hey? Are you still there?" "I'm here" Bug answered, with the same soft silky voice as before.

Elliot beamed and ran over, shining his bright flashlight on the ground in order not to blind his friend "I've got something- I think you'll like it!" He says excitedly, pulling his bag off his back and unzipping it.

A cloud of fresh smells slowly emitted from the backpack, intriguing the caterpillars interest. "Is that... chocolate? Pastries? Fresh fruits? a cake?"

Elliot stared up into the dark void, blinking with surprise. "Man, you're good." he chuckles and pulls each individual one out onto the wet, graveld ground.

A loud growl slowly comes from Bug's stomach, making Elliot chuckle awkwardly. "I knew this would spike an appetite." Bug smiles softly and lowers himself near the ground, staring curiously at the beautifully decorated cakes and pastries. "This is all for me?" "You saved my life. It's the only way I knew to repay you, " and without thinking, Elliot flipped his flashlight up, eliminating the tunnel and locking eyes with their friend.

Elliot looked a little shocked at first, even getting up and taking a few steps back to observe his friend a little better. "You're.. massive... how do you not get stuck more often?" The question made the monster blush, hiding his face in shame. "Um... I don't know, I've only ever gotten truly stuck a few times." "How did you get out?" Bug looked up at Elliot and flashed a very peculiar set of teeth, though, Elliot will be the first to admit that his new friend looked kind of... cute, so ugly that it's cute kind of way, fitting for someone with such a sweet personality and silky smooth voice.

"You really can eat anything, can't you?" He says as he sits himself down. "Come on, dig in!" Elliot smiled, waiting excitedly to see his friend try real food for once, which was a little more comedic than he expected.

It wasn't every day that you had to teach someone how to teach someone that a chocolate was best eaten... without the wrapper, and that cake didn't have to be eaten like a cookie, though that was undoubtedly both impressive and disgusting to watch. Fruits had to be peeled for him, since Bug seemed a little impatient when it came to eating.

And when all the sweets and treats and delicious food were finished between the two of them, Bug still very happily ate the plastic containers, paper wrappings, all the fruit peels and tissues used to wipe their messy mouths.

[taurusdaylight]

[6.17pm] one bed for two

jeno was driving back to his apartment. his eyes would glance over to his phone every so often, only to be met with disappointment as he waited for a text or call notification from you to pop up.

earlier today, you had agreed to go over to jeno’s place because it’s been a while since the both of you hung out together. it was a busy season for jeno, and you had countless assignments to complete. the both of you could never find a suitable time to meet. since it was the weekend tomorrow, you thought that it would be a great idea to spend the night together to make up for lost time before the both of you became busy again.

right after his training ended, jeno texted you to let you know that he’d come home immediately after taking a shower in school. however, you have yet to reply him. at first, he was upset because he thought that you might have forgotten about your little stay-home date. now, he was starting to grow worried at your lack of response and wondered if something had happened to you. he could only wish that you were waiting for him at home, not replying to him because you were occupied with something else.

when jeno got home, he didn’t notice any pair of shoes lying around the front door. the lights were also switched off despite the darkening sky. jeno’s heart grew heavy at that. did you really forget that you were supposed to meet? why didn’t you at least inform him if you were too busy?

with heavy footsteps, jeno trudged towards his room. lifting up his duffle bag from his shoulder, he almost threw it on the ground until his eyes landed on a sleeping figure on his bed. 

jeno let out a quiet laugh before he placed his bag down, careful to not wake you up from your slumber. he sat on the corner of his bed, reaching a hand out to move the stray pieces of hair away from your face. he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

that action caused you to stir awake, however gentle he was. jeno’s grin grew bigger as you looked at him with sleepy eyes, pressing another kiss on your forehead. “hi baby, did you sleep well?”

you hummed in response, wrapping your arms around jeno’s neck to bring him closer to you. jeno took comfort in your warm embrace, not remembering the last time he could hold you like this. 

burying your face into the crook of his neck, you mumbled, “missed you.” 

“missed you too, baby.” jeno moved his arms down to your waist, lifting you up and moving you ever so slightly so that he could make space for himself on the bed. 

once he finally got the both of you into a comfortable position, jeno said, “you fell asleep on me, i thought something happened to you.” 

“sorry,” you apologised. “i knew i had to take a nap so i came here early. didn’t want to oversleep at home.”

“it’s okay,” jeno reassured while he brought a hand up to pat your head. “i’m just glad you’re here.”

“how was training?” you asked.

“the usual. coach went easy on us today because we have another game soon,” jeno’s reply came slow, evident that he was starting to get sleepy. 

“well, you’re going to kill it! and i’ll be there to watch.” 

jeno let out a chuckle. “thanks, baby. you’re my biggest supporter.”

“always,” you muttered. jeno felt you tighten your arms around him, causing him to do the same. he started playing with the hem of your shirt, sneaking a hand up to rub soft circles on the small of your back. 

meanwhile, jeno’s eyelids got heavier and heavier at the feeling of you playing with his hair. before he completely drifted off to sleep, jeno heard a whisper of “good night” and your soft lips pressed against his. he leaned in closer to your touch, hoping for a moment like this to last forever.

[mrsnerdygirl]

I was thinking right now about how sad it is that Harry never properly celebrated his birthday. You know how we go all out on children's birthdays, inviting people and making theme parties, well Harry never had that .

On his first birthday, he celebrated over a small tea "party" , with his parents and Bathilda, with no other family members and friends around . In her letter , Lily said that it was okay since he wouldn't remember, and while she was right , the fact that it was his first and last birthday with his parents and it wasnt even proper, saddens me so much .

Growing up i know for a fact that the Dursleys didn't celebrate his birthday. Remember when he went to Hogwarts and for Christmas they send him a single toothpick ? What about Dudley's hand-me-downs? Sometimes i actually think that they didnt even tell him untill he started attending kindergarten, or sometime earlier when his birthday was . I belive that it was easier that way for them , not having to bother with his questions , but of course when Harry saw that there were no children like him , with no parents, loved ones , or idea as to when they were born , he started asking questions.

Something that i had forgotten about , and only remembered when i reread Chamber of Secrets, is that for his birthday, Harry sang to himself the Happy Birthday song, and that broke my heart . Just thinking about how many times he had to do that because noone cared is terrible.

The fact that the second birthday cake he ever got was when he was eleven , a grown boy, is even worse .

On the third book , he doesnt even recall it being his birthday, he completely forgets about it , that's how little birthdays mean to him .

"He never got to celebrate a birthday with Sirius" , now that line destroyes me, because i know sirius felt terrible for missing his godson's birthday, and i also know that getting a letter saying Happy Birthday, is all Harry wanted , because growing up he didnt even get as much as that .

His sixteenth birthday was the only one that came closest to a nice celebration, Harry had Remus , the Weasleys, so practically most of his loved ones , but i know for a fact that not having Sirius there , and having lost him just a month ago tore the boy to pieces. There was a war going on and he wasnt safe , especially at that time, so of course it wasnt the best , and in my opinion what he deserved.

On his seventeenth , he was worrying about the fact that in a week he would be god knows where , doing god knows what . Voldemort was more powerful than ever, and i think that the only time he was a little at peace was when Ginny gave him her present . It was the first time Harry didnt mention the war , or the deaths of people , or his approaching death , he was at peace and that was short lived because he got into a fight with Ron and then he was feeling miserable because reality hit him harder than ever , he realised he didnt have a future ahead, and that this could be his last birthday for all he knew.

When he finally started enjoying his day , the minister arrived and ruined everything. After he left so had some of the guests, and the ones that were left seemed to feel uncomfortable.

Im sure that when the war was over , he didn't celebrate his birthday, i dont think he cared much , especially knowing what happened just a couple of months ago and how selfless he is .

So knowing that today he is celebrating makes me feel good . Knowing he has a family now , and that there is no ministry or Voldemort chasing his guests away is amazing. If anyone deserves a good birthday, that person is Harry James Potter.

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Presumptuous: Chapter 1

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Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: While treating yourself to a long overdue vacation, you cross paths with a mysterious and very handsome man who, it turns out for a small fee, offers his companionship for a night. But is this man all he seems to be?

Word Count: just under 1k

Warnings: 18+ for the overall series, but for this chapter, it’s all set up, no smut just yet. Minors DNI. I will put this up on Ao3 so please do not repost my work elsewhere

Author’s note:  So here it is, after a bit of a writing break, my long-talked about Escort!Anthony fic that has somehow turned into a Summer Epic. Thank you to @fayes-fics for being an EXCELLENT beta, friend and hand-holder

Chapter 1: Arrival and First Impressions

You heave a sigh as you sink down on the plush couch in the lobby of the tropical resort hotel you’ve just checked into, clutching your carry on to your chest. You pull out your phone to check your airline’s app to see if anything has changed with the status of your lost checked luggage to no avail. No changes since you last looked, two minutes earlier.

Great.

Well, at least you had the foresight to pack a toothbrush and a spare pair of underwear in your carry-on. But aside from the usual travel snacks and a few small toiletries, that was all you had until your luggage could be found and hopefully sent to the resort where you were staying for the week. What a great start to your vacation.

“Miss Y/l/n?”

You look up from your phone to see the friendly receptionist who had just checked you in standing before you.

“Yes?”

She smiles at you kindly, an envelope in your hands. “So you explained your predicament to me at your check-in just now and if you’ll allow it, I’ll happily take over communication with the airline for you.

“Yes, please. Thank you,” you breathe out.

The receptionist smiles again. “Excellent. Now, this might not do much, but it should help you get through a few days at least, until your bag can be located. It's a $500 voucher to any of our resort stores so you can purchase a few necessities. I’ve also upgraded your room to one of our Deluxe Beach Suites at no extra cost as well as asked housekeeping to leave you extra amenity kits.” She pauses to hand you the envelope. “You’ll find the gift card and your new room cards in there, if you don’t mind giving me the old one.”

Standing, you pull her into a hug. “Thank you so much!” Once you stand back, you hand her the envelope with your now former room card.

“It’s no trouble Miss. It’s the least I could do to help your vacation start on a better note.”

You look down at the envelope in your hands. “This . . . This will certainly do it.” You fight back tears as you look back at her. “I’m so sorry. I know you told me your name earlier, but I’ve completely forgotten it.”

She smiles back. “That’s completely understandable, considering all you’ve been through today. It’s Michaela. Michaela Stirling. Please don’t hesitate to ask for me if you need assistance with anything.

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Having left your carry-on in Michaela’s capable hands with her promise to have it delivered to your new room, you make your way to one of the resort’s boutiques with the intention of finding something nice to wear to dinner that night.

The shop is as elegant as you expected, all hardwoods and soft lighting, faint jazzy tropical music playing in the background. You offer up a silent prayer that the gift card will cover at least part of something decent.

You’re standing in front of a rack of white dresses when someone brushes past you, knocking your purse off your shoulder. You bend down to grab it, but someone else is faster. You look up as a man presses your bag into your hands. 

“My apologies, Miss.”

You can only stare as your brain stutters at the sight of the incredibly handsome man in front of you. He’s lightly bearded, with brown hair that flops adorably over his forehead. His brown eyes are intently studying you.

You clear your suddenly-dry throat. “It’s all right. Thank you.”

He nods but rather than walk away, he merely stands back and studies the line of dresses. After a few moments he pulls one off the rack and holds it up to you.

“This one would do perfectly for you, I should think.”

The dress is pretty and you note, glancing at the tag, perfectly in your size. It is also, even with the gift card, most assuredly out of your price range. Not wanting to be rude you decide to accept the dress and when he leaves the shop you’ll put it back.

“It would, thank you.”

He smiles and his display of dimples nearly makes you swoon. You start to reach for the dress but he turns away from you, calling out, “Genevieve!”

A moment later a sales associate emerges from behind a curtain. The man hands the dress to her saying “I’m buying this for my new friend here. Please add it to my bill. I’ve just had my new suit tailored and I’ll be back later to pick it up after the alterations are finished.

Before you can protest the man turns back to you, offering you a nod and a friendly smile before breezing out of the shop without another word.

You’re still rooted to the same spot in shock, having no idea what the hell just happened when the sales associate returns, handing you a garment bag containing your new dress.

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Last Minute - D.Malfoy

Summary - It was only a few days until Christmas and Draco’s girlfriend is still doing some last minute things for gifts. Draco finds her tangled up in yarn and sleep deprived in the library.

Word Count - 916

Warnings - Female reader, period mention, not sleeping, not proofread

Author’s note - Welcome to day 20!! 5 more days and then we are all done with the 25 days of fics! I know this one is later than usual but I had to work and my accelerated winter class started today so I had homework to do. I hope you enjoy!

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It was close to Christmas, the clock ticking closer and closer every minute. Every minute she didn’t spend working on her gifts was a minute wasted. She had been awake for over 24 hours, crocheting her gifts by hand rather than with magic. She liked the repetition of the stitches but now she wasn’t so sure about that. She found solace in the library, it was quiet, the fire was crackling, pages were turning, and the smell of old books mixed with a warm fire. It was the perfect atmosphere to get shit done.

She had completely forgotten, however, that she promised Draco that they would go to Hogsmeade together, so when she hadn’t shown, Draco looked for her. He checked her room, checked the common room, checked the great hall but came up with nothing. That was until Theo had told him she was half asleep in the library. So Draco had thanked his friend before making his way to the library, the only place he didn’t think to check. When he had walked in, he saw her on the second floor, going up the stairs only to find her asleep at the table, tangled in yarn. 

“Love, wake up. Let’s go back to the common room,” He instructed as he gently rubbed her back. She jolted awake with a gasp before grabbing Draco’s arm, twisting it painfully. “OW! It’s me! You’re boyfriend!” He shrieked, this caused Madam Pince to make her way up to the second floor and kick out the couple.

“I’m sorry, Dray. I feel terrible, are you okay?” She panicked as they were escorted out of the library after untangling her from her yarn. 

“I’m fine, love, are you? I’ve never seen you so tired,” He asked her concerned. She yawned loudly before turning to her boyfriend to answer.

“I’ve been trying to finish all of my projects for Christmas, I didn’t realize how close it actually was until I was able to sit down and start my list.”

“When was the last time you got some sleep?”

“Well I just-”

“Library doesn’t count.”

“I have no clue then, maybe after our potions exam?”

“That was 2 days ago!” Draco was surprised he hadn’t noticed his girlfriend not sleeping, now that exams were over and break was about to start, he was able to sneak her into the boys dorm more often. He was completely drained the last two days with exams and letters coming from home so he had just been putting himself to bed earlier than usual not thinking about his girl. “When we get back to my room, you are going straight to bed. You can’t go on like this, it’s not good for you.”

“I know but I need to finish this! It’s important that I finish my gifts before Christmas!” She protested but with a stern look from Draco she sighed but agreed to go right off to bed. 

As they entered his room, Theo, Blaise and Mattheo were all gathered around Theo’s bed goofing off and joking around. The three boys turned their heads as the door opened, surprised to see the state of their friend. Her under eyes were a lot darker than normal, her gait was clumsy, her hair messier than normal and her eyes were glassy and heavy. “Salazar, what happened to you?” Mattheo asked her, feigning disgust.

“Fuck off, Riddle. I haven’t slept in nearly two days, my period is coming, I’m hormonal and tired, of course I look rough,” She told the boy off, the group surprised with her attitude but brushed it off.

“Get into some comfy clothes and go to sleep, principessa. Do you want to borrow one of my sweaters?” Theo asked her sweetly.

“No thank you though Theo. I’ll steal another one of Draco’s, but I will steal a pair of pajama pants,” She smiled at her friend before heading to her boyfriend’s trunk, pulling out a warm sweater, nearly missing the pair of flannel pajama pants that were tossed her way and heading to the bathroom. She changed out of her school uniform and into the borrowed clothing, gathering her dirty clothes and headed back to the room. Her boyfriend was already laying on the bed waiting for her.

“Do you need us to go somewhere else? We can go to the common room,” Blaise offered.

“Yes-” Draco started before his girlfriend cut him off.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll probably fall asleep in a few minutes anyway. Chat away, it won’t bother me.”

Draco stuck his tongue out at the trio childishly before opening his arms to his girlfriend who just about collapsed into them. Not even a minute after she had settled herself against his side, her head resting on his chest and listening to his heartbeat, she had fallen asleep. He let out a chuckle seeing how quickly she had fallen asleep as he pulled the covers up over the two of them.

“Is she already asleep?” Mattheo asked.

“Yep, passed right out once she was comfortable,” Draco replied, fondness laced in his tone as he watched his girlfriend sleep peacefully.

“Whipped,” Theo muttered behind a cough.

“I am. But hey, at least I have a significant other, Nott,” Draco shot back, causing a roar of laughter from all of the boys in the room including Theo himself. She hadn’t even stirred at the noise, still just peacefully sleeping in the arms of her boyfriend. She was right where she wanted to be.

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Lasting Memories (Shanks x gn!child!reader)

A/N: Yall I am so sorry, I thought I had posted this earlier today but I just checked and I was like wait I din’t , oops. I think I COOKED, PLEASE TELL ME IF I COOKED OR NOT, read this post to see what it was inspired on, cause I don’t want to make you read it twice if ya already know

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“Captain, there's a kid out there; they said they want to talk to you,” Yassop said, entering the bar

“Hmm? Hardly a place for a kid to be” he said glancing at the bar him and his crew were currently staying at

“I think you’re going to want to see this one,” he said, grinning

“Well, let’s have a look, can’t leave the kid hanging,” he said. The captain stretched his arm out. His eyes gleamed as he took one last gulp of his drink, walking behind his officer until they came outside of the bar where a small child sat at a bench swinging their legs until they spotted him coming out of the bar

They smile, jumping off the bench and facing the Captain, their bunny-like ponytails raising in happiness

“Are you Captain Shanks?”

“That’s me. And are you the one asking for me?” He says teasingly before he bends down, coming to their level.

“Yeah”

“And what’s your name?”

“Reader”

“Reader, and how old you are you, Reader?”

“Six”

“Six, young lass to be wandering around, what can I do for you?”

“Do…do you remember me?”

Shanks pauses; he tries to recall this child, this face.

“I’m afraid not, but you look somewhat familiar.”

They grin

“You were always Closer to sister; she was older; I was just two, so back then all I knew was that you meant home, safety.

Shanks furrows his eyebrows in thought

“Im sorry, Lass, but im not sure what you mean; who was your sister?”

“You must remember better her better, your former musician, Uta.”

Shanks's eyes widen as he is hit with the sudden realization. Of course, he’d never have forgotten about his daughter.

"You’re…."

“Hi, Dad, it’s been a while,” they said, tears pooling in their eyes

Shanks is utterly taken aback by this moment; his jaw completely drops in shock.

"Y-you're really...I always wondered what happened to you, and I never stopped looking, either. Look at you; you were but a tiny lass always glued to Uta’s arms last time i Saw you"

“Uta told me that sometimes she had trouble getting me out of your arms; she always talks about you, especially after the music guy took over her; she keeps saying how you saved her.”

Shanks's eyes light a loud laugh escaping him after hearing of Uta’s fond memories about him.

"I can't believe it, all of this time I spent searching. . I can't believe my little lass found me instead”

“After the bad guy, sister has been taking a well-deserved break from all the craziness, and well, I was wondering if maybe I can stay with you for a while until sister charges up?”

He grins, scooping the small child up and ignoring their surprised squeal as their feet left the ground, turning around to his crew, who had by now left the bar to see their captain’s reencounter with his child

“Lads, we got a crewmate back; this calls for a celebration!”

They look up at their father, a smile growing on their face as they continue staring at his features. It had been a long time, and they were small the last time they had seen him; the features had become blurred over the years, but now there was no hurry. They had no need to hold onto figments of past memories that needed to be puzzled together just to have a vague remembrance of what their father look as now they would have the chance to create new memories, to wake up and see the face in front of them rather than in their murky memories

“Hm? Do I have something on my face, lass?”

“No, im just happy I found you.”

Shanks gives a bright smile as he sees his kid’s happy expression.

“So are we just going to stand out here, you little rascal? Come on then,” Shanks says, carrying the small one on his hip back to his ship.

“You guys have better start being careful from now on; we’ve got ourselves a child on board,” he said, glancing back at his crew. The smile On his face, betraying any serious tone he was trying to portray

“But dad is the reckless one,” Reader piped in

“Hah? What are you trying to say, reader?! Ask Beck; I am the epitome of responsibility, right Beck?”

“No.”

“Hey! Reader, don’t listen to him; Uncle Beck is just being silly!” he fusses

“Be careful around that one; take your eyes off him, and you’ll end up on the sea.” Lucky Laughs

“OI”

Im sorry for starving you guys, I just started classes so I’ve been trying to get ahead as I always do but eventually when I get ahead I will be much laidback so I will be more consistent ( Hopefully)

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Adrenaline - Chapter 9 'Relief'

Summary: Zayne is trying to cope and you're finally awake.

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It had been two days since your operation, well technically three if you counted today but it had been the longest few days that Zayne had ever known. He hadn’t gone home just incase something happened to you, thinking that at least if he was at the hospital then he could help if the need came about. He’d slept in his office, though what little sleep he did manage to get was plagued with nightmares causing slight dark circles to form beneath his eyes. The staff areas were equipped with showers at least and he did have a couple changes of clothes in his office for incidents such as this one, plus the cafeteria did offer a range of decent meals, so he didn’t really see the point of going home for now, only wanting to stay by your side and make sure that you were safe.

When your friends had visited however, he had stepped aside and left them their own privacy with you, also apologising to Rafayel and Xavier for how he’d been after your surgery and formally introducing himself, even if they already knew who he was. They’d taken it all in stride, deciding to not hold anything against him as they could only imagine what he’d been through whilst operating on you. Every visitor that had come had brought you get well gifts and flowers, Rafayels bouquet being the most extravagant of them all but as they weren’t allowed in the ICU, Zayne had placed them all in his office and tended to them until they would be able to go with you in to your own room when you were moved out of intensive care.

You’d been kept fully sedated for the first day to allow your body to come to terms with all of the trauma it had sustained before staff began to lower the dosages, leaving you on the painkillers and letting your body decide when it was going to wake you up, all under the watchful eye of Zayne. He’d fully expected you to stay on the ventilator for a few more days but you continued to exceed his expectations when earlier that morning it was deemed your lungs were working well enough for you to try and breathe on your own. He’d been with you when it happened and you would need to be closely monitored but as he had no plans whatsoever for the rest of the day he was more than happy to sit by your side as he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Your skin still felt a little cooler than normal but it was to be expected since as you weren’t moving around “I’m here.” He said softly, giving your vitals a quick check over and listening to the sound of your slow but steady breaths.

Heeding Greysons advice he had decided to take some time off, taking a step away from doing any surgery as he knew he wasn’t in the best frame of mind for that and wouldn’t be for a little while. He still did some paperwork and answered emails however, but the more hands on side he left down to Greyson, needing some time to properly process what he’d been through. Getting himself more comfortable he placed a book on to his lap with his hand that wasn’t holding yours and flicked through the pages until he got to his marker. He only managed to read a few pages before a notification dinged on his phone, a reminder. With everything that had happened, he had completely forgotten that he’d managed to get a booking for a restaurant you’d been dying to go to, the wait time for a free space being over a month. He was going to surprise you with it, a nice romantic candlelit dinner which may or may not lead to more afterwards.

He gave a light sigh as he closed his book, turning to look at your still form, the bruising you had was more prominent now, the days having let the full colours of blue and purple bloom across your skin“Y/N, will you do me a favour? “ His voice was quiet “I need you to wake up…” He knew it was going to take time but he wanted more than anything to see your eyes open, his heart felt like it was in a vice at not being able to do anymore for you at the moment and he hated that fact. He would only feel relief when he knew you were awake “Please wake up Y/N…” He pleaded almost imperceptibly. He knew that there was a possibility you may have some brain damage after being without oxygen for a short while when clinically dead, but the scans so far were hopeful.

He absentmindedly rubbed small circles on the top of your hand with his thumb, his anxiety of questioning his own actions beginning to creep back in to him, questioning himself as to whether he’d done absolutely everything he could to help you. He felt the overwhelming sadness run through him once more and he had a hard time fighting to keep his tears at bay. He didn’t think he’d ever cried so much in his life as he had in these past few days, it just made it that much clearer to him the depth of the feelings he held for you “Wake up… Please wake up soon Y/N…” It was silent for a short while as he managed to calm himself back down, though he never let go of your hand, needing to know you were there, a lifeline he was clinging on to.

“Z… Zayne?” It had been so quiet, your voice weak enough that he almost put it down to his imagination before he felt the smallest twitch of your fingers against his hand and he felt his heart falter slightly when he glanced towards your face and saw that your eyes were open. “Y/N?” He almost didn’t believe it, that you were awake before him, he’d stood before he even knew it sending the book he’d been reading flying across the floor as he kept ahold of your hand and he nearly couldn’t contain the flood of relief that went through him as he smiled. Your eyes were still slightly glazed over in confusion as they tried to focus on his face “I’m here Y/N, I’m here.” He gently stroked your cheek as he watched your eyes become clearer.

You felt like you hadn’t had a drink in an eternity, your mouth and throat drier than a desert as you focused on the man in front of you “You’re crying…” You croaked out and Zayne laughed, even though you were still coming to terms with everything that was going on, a dim thought in your mind told you that it was one of the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard. “Because I’m happy, I’m so so happy you’re awake Y/N” He leaned over, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead and you saw the way his shoulders shook slightly as more tears rolled down his cheeks “Zayne, it’s okay…” You wanted to sound comforting, but your throat was that dry it was more a breathless, scratchy, crackle of a sound. You began to move your arm that wasn’t currently being held hostage by Zaynes hand but frowned when you found some restraint.

Glancing down you saw your arm in a sling, confusion only settling in further “What happened?” You were trying to desperately clear the cobwebs from your mind away as you turned your head to Zayne who had taken his seat once more and was pouring out a glass of water. He hesitated before speaking “What’s the last thing that you can remember?” You closed your eyes trying to sort through the hazy images that were flickering in and out of your grasp “I was… With Xavier, we… I had pancakes?” It was so hard to remember, everything was a blur and it was draining what little energy you had.

A glass of water was held out in front of your lips “Here, small sips only” He tilted the cup enough that you were able to take little sips of the water, watching to make sure you didn’t take too much. The relief was immediate, the cool water soothing your dry throat and you could have easily downed the whole glass if it weren’t for Zayne restricting your intake. Placing the glass down he waited patiently to see if there was anything else you could recall.

As your mind ever so slowly cleared, memories were getting easier to grasp on to “We went to find where the metaflux fluctuations were coming from and then…” Something shiny reflected in the corner of your eyesight and it was like putting the last puzzle piece in to place. With a click, everything came flooding back. The attack, Rafayel, the wanderer, blood, so much blood, people shouting, alarms blaring and the sound of your heart stopping. Everything was coming back thick and fast and you began to hyperventilate so much so that the monitor next to you burst in to a barrage of alarms, it hadn’t been a nightmare, it had all been very very real “Y/N! Y/N calm down, you’re okay, everything is okay, look at me, you’re safe okay? You’re safe” He soothed you gently, having quickly moved so he could take your face between his hands, getting you to look at him as he began to take deep breaths getting you to copy him doing so. “Deep breaths, you’re alright, I’m here, everything’s okay.”

A nurse had hurried over hearing the alarms but Zayne didn’t pay any attention to her, solely fixed on you and trying to calm your breathing. It took a few seconds for you to get yourself breathing steadily again, though your chest was pounding, your fragile heart hammering against broken ribs making you wince “It… Hurts…” You managed out through breathless pants and Zayne gave a nod to the nurse who went to fetch some more painkillers. “I know snowflake, I know, keep breathing slowly for me” He gently placed his hand over where the incision on your chest was, letting his cool touch soothe the wounds beneath. You closed your eyes at the feeling, calming yourself down more until your heart rate returned to something resembling normal.

Zayne watched as the nurse came back and gave you more painkillers, making sure not to give you too much as he moved to take a seat again, gently taking your hand once more as he did so “You need to be careful Y/N, you’ve suffered a lot of damage and it’s going to take a while for you to recover” You breathed slowly, trying to take in what Zayne was saying but your mind was going back to the last thing you fully remembered, Rafayel telling you to look at the sunset with him and you thinking you wished Zayne were there with you before it had all gone dark. “I died…” It wasn’t a question but Zayne gave a solemn nod anyway. He squeezed your hand gently and hesitated before deciding to fill in the rest of the blanks for you “The trauma you sustained from being hit was immense Y/N” He blocked out the memories of seeing the awful state your chest had been in when you’d arrived here “Paramedics were able to resuscitate you before you were flown here, you needed blood transfusions after the amount you’d lost.” He made sure that you wanted him to continue and after a slight pause you nodded your head, you wanted to know what happened, needed to know.

“When you arrived your were still critical, your blood pressure was too low that we took you immediately to surgery” He had to remind himself that you were alive in front of him, that he wasn’t dreaming as the images of you being dead before him flashed to the forefront of his mind “You flatlined again on the operating table, I saw your heart stop Y/N… I thought I’d lost you…” You could see his eyes glisten with the threat of unspilt tears and it made your heart break to see him so upset and worked up. You managed to lift your hand enough to gently caress the side of his face and smiled at him “Zayne… I’m here aren’t I? You saved me” He turned his head slightly so he was able to press a kiss to your palm, keeping your hand held close to him as though he was afraid you were going to disappear.

You remained silent in each others company for a while, him not quite believing that you were finally awake, and seemingly fine enough that you were able to remember what happened, and you, feeling tired, sore and guilty that you had put Zayne through that experience before remembering something else, guilt slamming in to you some more “I’m sorry I missed our date…” You were slightly taken aback when Zayne laughed again and you made a silent promise to yourself that you would do whatever you could to keep him happy and smiling as he was now “Oh my little snowflake, you can miss a thousand dates if it means I get to see you alive and well everyday.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks at that, which only caused Zayne to smile more at seeing your blush before he leant forward towards you, the cool skin of his forehead gently touching yours.

You brought your hand up to his cheek again “I’m so sorry Zayne” And you meant it, sorry for missing your date, for not being strong enough to hold on, twice, for causing him all that pain and suffering. You felt his lips brush against yours “You have nothing to be sorry for” He whispered before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips “Though please… Don’t EVER let me see you like that again, I’m not sure I’d be able to handle it.” You kissed him again, a light peck before pulling away slightly “I’ll try not to Doctor, I wouldn’t say being like this is something I want to get used to” You teased lightly before frowning. Lifting your hand, you gently moved to trail your fingers along the dark circles beneath his eyes “When was that last time you slept?”

Zayne quirked his eyebrow at you “You’ve just had major heart surgery, were clinically dead and you’re worried about me?” You stayed silent, giving him a pointed look, waiting for him to answer and he sighed in slight exasperation. “Don’t worry about me Y/N, I’ve had less sleep when I was studying to become a doctor. What you need to focus on now is getting yourself better. Doctors orders.” You pouted slightly at that though you could feel the tiredness begin to take hold again. The pain medication had gradually begun kicking in, turning the pain in your chest in to a dull throb and making you drowsy.

Zayne saw how you were trying to fight off the way your eyelids were getting heavier as he moved his hand to gently stroke through your hair, knowing it made you sleepy when he did. He gently pressed a kiss to your forehead as he listened to your breathing slow from being relaxed as sleep began to claim you “Rest my love.” He murmured quietly, finally able to feel at peace knowing that you were going to be okay.

[everlastingspring143]

Two idiots▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

What this is: brainrot I wrote at 2AM

Pairing: Han Jisung x reader

Genre: fluff/angst? I think

Note: I really wanted to try out writing, but this kinda sucks. If you do end up reading it, constructive criticism would be highly appreciated ♡ Also, English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry for all the mistakes.

The frantic ringing of your doorbell snapped you out of focus. You've been so immersed in your studies that you haven't even noticed the shift of the weather.

When you stood up to see who's at the door, the view from your window caught your eye - a huge blizzard outside. Due to global warming, the winters have become harsher.

"I'm coming!" You yelled out after hearing the doorbell buzz once again. You weren't expecting any guests today.

"Surprise" Nervous laughter escapes Jisung's mouth "You didn't expect me to be here, right? I wasn't planning on visiting you either, but unfortunately, the weather had other plans- And-" The boy spilled out streams of sentences without even cathing his breath.

You gave him a warm smile, hoping that it will help him calm down a bit and that it will hide your surprise and the lump forming at your throat. You aren't the best with words, and Jisung isn't the best with stressful or unexpected situations.

Jisung laughs nervously again. "Basically, I came to the university because I had forgotten my laptop there earlier, but when I walked outside, there was a huge blizzard! And you are the only one I know who lives around this area, so I was wondering if I could stay here until the weather settles down." It seems that he has memorised and repeated these words a number of times because he recited it so fast.

"Uhm.. Sure, come in." You move aside to let him in. Han was one of your best friends. You always did university projects together at your apartment, and afterwards you'd end up watching horror movies. Like two pieces of a puzzle, you clicked so well together, so it came as a shock to you when he just stopped talking to you. It was like you turned invisible. That was three months ago and now things seem a bit... awkward.

"Did you eat dinner already?" You inquire after the silence between you two became deafening. Your anger dissolved some time ago, all that was left was the emptiness and confusion.

"No, I haven't yet. I've been so stressed about finding my laptop that I totally forgot about eating." He pouts.

You grin. "Alright, I'll cook us some noodles then." You say as you take out a pan. "Could I be of any help?" Jisung fidgets with his hoodie strings until you nod with approvement. It seems like it's going to be an interesting experience.

"I'm sorry I came here unannounced. I completely disregarded the blizzard warning because my laptop is a priority." Han swiftly chops the chives. It seems like he's forgotten that he ignored you for three months straight, as if you were a ghost.

"It's alright, I wasn't really busy anyways."

"Ah right, what were you up to? It's so quiet here."

"Just studying. I wanted to prepare for the upcoming exam on friday."

"Friday?! Woah, you started early. No wonder you always get top marks. But don't you get lonely studying here alone?"

"I don't really mind."

Soon, your apartment was filled with the smell of noodles and the sound of Jisungs voice and laughter. Was your apartment always so bright? Or is it just Jisung? You can't deny that you've missed hanging out with him, and you feel like your throat is suddenly scratchy. Were you the one at fault? Did your friendship crumble because of you?

♡♡♡

"Thank you for the food." Your classmate smiled brightly as he finished washing the dishes, and you cleaned the kitchen table. After finishing the meal, he has been nervously glancing at his watch every few minutes. It currently showed 10pm.

"When is this blizzard going to end?" The question is directed towards himself as he scrolls through his phone. And then he looks up at you a bit worried. You turn your eyes toward the screen:

Biggest blizzard up to date!!! Experts say that it is going to last at least until morning of the next day. We advise all citizens to stay in shelter!!!

"Next morning?! What am I going to do? Taxis are also not taking requests, and busses are paused..." Jisung runs his hand through his hair, making it look messier. You used to braid them into tiny braids.

You try your best to come up with solutions, but find only one. "...You can stay over if you want." You know him well enough to know that he wouldn't do anything weird.

Jisungs eyes are wide open. You notice the way light reflects on them, shimmering like the stary skies. "Are you serious? I couldn't - I can't, I've already barged in here unannounced, I really don't want to be more of a bother! No way!" His cheeks flush in a bright red color.

"You're not a bother, I promise! But it's alright if you're not comfortable, I won't force you."

He lets out a defeated sigh. "Are you really sure you're okay with me staying here?"

"Yes, I'm very sure." You reply with a smile. Your throat feels scratchy again. You never used to be so polite with each other, but now it seems as if there's a wall between you two... Three months is a long time. But you remember that there's another problem at hand.

As a broke university student, you found the best place you could live in, near the university and for a very low price - sounds like a good deal, right? Well, not really, since it's also pretty cramped up here. There is a tiny kitchen, a bathroom which looks like it was made for dwarves and the smallest bedroom, which barely fits your bed so your wardrobe and desk take up the rest of that poor excuse of a bedroom. You usually didn't complain since it's a good deal for the price, and you're happy you even have a kitchen, but you've never had anyone sleep over, which means that you'll have to share your bed.

"Well, you can go brush your teeth, you'll find a new toothbrush in the pink cabinet. And I'll look for some oversized sweats for you." It wasn't hard to find some sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt which wasn't very oversized on Jisung.

♡♡♡

Currently, you both have changed into comfier clothes and brushed your teeth, so you are now standing in front of the single bed.

A nervous laugh escapes your mouth. "Maybe I should've invested in a more expensive apartment...". The bed was fairly small but big enough to fit both of you. However, you couldn't promise full comfort.

"Let's try to maintain a distance." Jisung also laughed nervously. You were glad that the light was off, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to hide the warmth spreading over your cheeks. Jisung has been one of your closest friends for a long while, but you've always maintained this invisible line. Sleeping in the same bed seems like crossing it. But then again, you can't really call this a friendship anymore.

These thoughts followed you into bed as Han laid down next to you. Your mind was louder than the snowstorm raging outside your window. Why did your friendship fall apart? You had this question the whole evening.

"...Hey, Jisung?" You feel a lump in your throat.

"Hm? What's up?" How can he act like nothing's wrong? You pinch yourself to keep your composure.

"I was wondering..." Your throat feels tight and you feel very warm. "What happened three months ago?" You feel your eyes getting watery as you sit up and turn torwards his side in the dark.

"Oh." Silence. "Well, I've been busy for a while, so I couldn't really hang out."

"You're a bad liar." You scoff. "Did I turn invisible? Was I suddenly non-existent to you? Did I do something wrong? Please tell me, Ji" When did you start crying? Was the room always this stuffy? Jisung seems to notice because he sits up.

"H-Hey, don't cry.." His demeanor immediately switches when he realises you're crying.

"Just answer, please." You sound a bit desperate. "I've missed you, Ji. You don't know how many nights I've traced back our conversations and analyzed all the things I've said, trying to find what was wrong. Did I offend you? Do I talk too much?" You finally took the weight off your shoulders as your tears turned into sobs.

Suddenly you are pulled into a warm comforting embrace.

"You never did anything wrong, I was just being foolish... I love you... but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I thought if I hid my one-sided love well enough, I'd protect our friendship. Turns out I just hurt you more. I'm an idiot and I'm so sorry..." You feel him lay his head in the crook of your neck. The wet patches reveal that he's also crying.

"You're right. You are an idiot." You move away from his arms to look at him. "You're an idiot for thinking that your love is one-sided." You sniffle as your tears have stopped. Jisung tenses up and looks at you.

"So does that mean...?" He looks at you completely surprised.

"I love you too." You wrap your arms around his neck, and he returns the hug. You feel the warmth radiating off him. "So please, never ever ignore me like that again. Promise?"

"I promise."

♡♡♡

As the blizzard continued, you two had a long needed talk. And by the time that natural disaster came to an end, both of you were cuddled up like a pair of cats, sleeping soundly.

[drmaddict]

Kitten and Grizzly

Summary: Sy finds out what his kitten really wants

Word count: 941

Warnings: mentions of primal play, mentions of masturbation

What Sy held in his hands was not what he had expected. Not quite. He thought his kitten would read tearjerkers.

She rarely allowed this form of girly hobby in front of other people. Hid them outright. He remembered once coming home from a binge earlier than he thought because one of his friends had broken his leg and finding her on the sofa watching Bridgerton. Her cheeks flushed abruptly, but she just said, "Shut up." and turned back to the TV.

He had sat silently watching along with her. Actually, he shouldn't say something like that, but he liked the show. So when the second season came out, he just turned it on for their weekly movie night and pressed (y/n) against him. "I want to see what happens to Eloise," he shrugged.

They were both treating it like their little secret.

So he would have expected that this secrecy around her Kindle was simply related to the fact that she just preferred to keep this girly preference to herself. Without comment from the outside.

But when the little device was switched on and lying forgotten on the bed and he read the first sentence of the page, he realized that he had been mistaken.

He wasn't stupid. He had heard of Fifty Shades and had also seen the movie, but it had amused her rather than being a serious read.

But after what he had now read, he realized why. Fifty Shades was probably rather laughable against this. Before he knew it, he was lying on the bed, immersed in this new world. Got to know a whole different side of his kitten. Neither of them were prudes, but she had never been so explicit about what interested her. Was she actually interested, or was this just a more outlandish outing for once? He hesitated, but then looked at the considerable library on the device.

He read through the summaries and some reviews. One theme seemed to run through. Primal Play.

He memorized a few titles and put the Kindle back in its place as he had found it, only this time turned off.

He said nothing about it for now. The next few days, when his kitten was at work, he spent reading more and more of the books he had found. Not only once did he have to interrupt himself to get relief. If she liked that sort of thing, he was definitely into it.

Little fantasies crept into his head. How he caught her. Burying her underneath him. How she would live up to her nickname and scratch his back until red streaks decorated the skin. How he would growl when she bit him as hard as she could. Animalistic lust.

He wanted it. He wanted her. He wanted her that way.

He needed to talk to her. Today.

He waited until they were lying on the sofa together, watching a horror movie.

He cleared his throat hesitantly. "Kitten we need to talk," he began. She broke away from his embrace and looked at him uncertainly.

He looked back uncertainly. "First... It's important to me that you know I didn't WANT to snoop," he began, holding his index finger up to her nose. "But your Kindle was on the bed, turned on, and I picked up a phrase and then I just couldn't stop." He looked at her searchingly. She let no emotion flit across her face. Her walls completely intact and set on a defensive course.

He sighed. "Why didn't you ever say you liked that kind of thing?" He stroked her calf gently with his thumb. She shrugged her shoulders. "Kitten. Come on. If there's one thing I can say, it's that these ideas don't leave me cold, and I really, really want to hunt you." He grinned at her, but that grin fell from his face as she got up and left.

"Kitten!" he called after her, following immediately.

"Sy. This isn't going to work." she sighed still walking.

He grabbed her wrist and held it tightly. "Why?"

She slumped her shoulders. "Because my head won't cooperate," she sighed.

Sy was confused. She let her back fall against his chest. He held her tightly. "It's not about the hunting," she began. "It's... In the books... It's just feelings and actions. It's no thoughts. It's not overthinking. It... Damn you know me Sy. I always think about everything way too long until my thoughts are no longer thoughts. It... I want someone to rip this burden out off my mind. I don't want to have to think. I want to be able to just be, if only for a short time, but I can't. And I never will be able to. All I have left are the books." She literally fell against him. "If you want to chase me through the forest like Little Red Riding Hood, we can do that. But that's not really what this is about for me."

He turned her around and she dropped against his chest in surrender. He just held her close and stroked the back of her head.

"I just want you to feel good," he mumbled softly.

"I want to. But I'm afraid that if I do, I'll just be disappointed.", she murmured humbly into his chest. "After all, you're made for this.", she said and a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Sy grinned. "I'll be your grizzly if you stay my kitten."

She sighed. "We'll try."

He smiled and continued stroking her hair. "You just wait kitten. I've managed to handle a few other missions."

She smacked his chest.

They laughed.

[spaceman-earthgirl]

Happy Holidays! This was based on the prompt "A leash and collar? Why?" She said, suspicious as she looks over the rim of her coffee mug." for @iamsuperconfused as part of the @supergirlfemslashsecretsanta gift exchange.

ao3 link

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Maggie knows something is up. She knows her girlfriend, she knows her tells, and she knows Alex is hiding something from her.

She’s not worried, because Kara is involved, and maybe that should make her a little worried but she’s come to find that anything to do with Kara usually just ends up being food or Lena related.

But since Maggie loves a good mystery to solve, she decides to do a little investigating herself.

Turns out, she doesn’t actually need to, because Alex gives herself away pretty much immediately.

First, it’s the dog food Maggie finds in the cupboard as she’s looking for a new bag of sugar. Then it’s the list of names she finds written on a notepad in the kitchen, and then finally she overhears a conversation between Alex and, who Maggie assumes, is Kara.

As soon as Alex hangs up the phone, Maggie can’t help but ask about a few things she’d overheard.

"A leash and collar? Why?" She says, suspicious as she looks over the rim of her coffee mug.

Alex freezes and Maggie has to fight to keep a straight face. Does Alex really think she’s being subtle?

“I...uhhh...”

“Who were you on the phone with?” Maggie prompts.

“Kara...she wants a dog.”

Maggie narrows her eyes. That is a pretty plausible scenario, and Maggie would probably believe Alex, if not for the way she’s avoiding eye contact.

Alex looks down at her watch. “I have to go, I’m meeting Kara, but we’re still on for lunch?” Alex asks.

“Of course,” Maggie replies. At least Alex’s suggestion of a picnic in the park for lunch makes a bit more sense now.

Alex walks around the kitchen island. “I’ll see you later,” she says before giving Maggie a lingering kiss, dog and lunch and everything else forgotten for a moment as she chases the contact when Alex tries to pull away.

“Bye,” Alex laughs, pressing another quick to Maggie’s lips.

Maggie watches her go, missing Alex as soon as the door closes, already excited for lunch. With their busy schedules they don’t get to spend nearly as much time together as Maggie would like.

Maggie would put money on the fact that Alex is going to surprise her with a dog. Maggie’s not sure why it’s a secret but it’s cute her girlfriend is trying to surprise her. They’ve talked about getting a dog in the future, so it’s not completely out of left field that Alex would get them one. They’ve talked about everything together. She knows she’s going to marry Alex one day, this is just the first step.

---

When Maggie arrives at the park, her heart stutters in her chest when she sees Alex, standing beside a picnic blanket, a picnic basket and flowers set out on the blanket beside her.

“Hey,” Alex greets her, smile shy as she lets Maggie pull her into a hug.

“Hi,” Maggie smiles. “What’s all this for?”

“Can’t I treat my girlfriend to a nice lunch?” Alex asks, tangling her fingers with Maggie’s.

Alex gives Maggie’s hand a tug and Maggie follows the gentle command, taking a set beside Alex.

“I got all your favourites,” Alex says, opening the basket and for a moment, Maggie feels like she might cry.

“I see you said “got” and not “made”,” Maggie points out.

Alex rolls her eyes.

“I’m teasing,” Maggie smiles. She waits until Alex is looking at her again. “Thank you, for all of this.”

“Always.”

Maggie’s heart stutters in her chest again, she knows Alex means it.

It’s after lunch, before they’ve eaten the dessert Maggie spied in the basket earlier, that the mood shifts and Maggie knows what’s coming when Alex starts to talk, clearly nervous.

“I actually had another reason for inviting you here today,” Alex begins, reaching into her pocket. “I’ve tried to keep this a secret from you so I hope you’re surprised.” She pulls out a box and Maggie gasps, she doesn’t need to be able to see inside to know what’s in there. “Based on your reaction I’m assuming I managed to keep it a secret.”

Maggie prides herself on being a good detective but even she didn’t see this coming.

“Maggie,” Alex continues, reaching out to take one of Maggie’s hands, box held in the other. “I love you. I never thought I’d get to feel like this but then I met you and you changed everything. When you first kissed me, I knew then and there I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re my favourite person, you’re my best friend, you make me so happy, and, if you’ll let me, I want to spend the rest of my life loving you the way you deserve to be loved.”

Maggie is nodding before Alex even gets the words out.

“Marry me?”

“Yes,” Maggie blurts. She doesn’t even need to think about it, she’s known since even before she kissed Alex that she was the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

They’re both grinning as Alex shakily slips the ring onto Maggie’s finger and as soon as the ring is on, Maggie reaches out and tugs Alex into a searing kiss.

“I love you too,” Maggie says into the kiss, and it’s only when she pulls away that she realises she’s crying.

“Did I surprise you then?” Alex asks, wiping Maggie’s cheeks with her thumbs.

Maggie smiles. “You did.” And then something clicks. “Wait, what about the dog?”

Alex laughs. “I needed something for you to focus on while I planned this. I figured a little mystery would do the trick.”

“So, we’re not getting a dog?” Maggie asks, oddly disappointed now that the idea had felt tangible.

“I mean, it was just meant to be a distraction but we can definitely still get a dog. I’m sure Kara would love that, she spent the whole time being sad it was just pretend.”

“We do have a bag of dog food at home,” Maggie points out. “Did you really just buy dog food so you could propose to me?”

“That is not the story we’re telling people.”

Maggie laughs. “No, the story I’m telling people is that my fiancée is secretly romantic and planned this whole picnic, including an elaborate distraction, so I wouldn’t figure out what she was up to.”

Alex smiles, and Maggie knows it’s because she slipped the word ‘fiancée’ into the sentence. It makes Maggie feel the same. “Maybe I just really wanted a dog,” Alex teases, but even as she says it, she glances down at the ring on Maggie’s finger.

Maggie looks down too, admiring the small ring and how it looks perfect on her finger, like it was made for her. “Marry me and we can get as many dogs as you like.”

Alex laughs. “I’m totally okay with that.”

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They get married six months later, their dog bringing the rings down the aisle. Maggie thinks she’s the luckiest person in the world.

[kumabeom]

anti romantic

chapter 1 : love is a lie, i loved that lie

synopsis : anti romantic, college student choi yeonjun who thinks he’s seen everything in a relationship, promising himself that he won’t go through another relationship ever again to prevent himself from going through another heartbreak. that was until he sees yn, a classmate, chasing his heart. will his walls be enough to scare yn away, or will they continue chasing yeonjun with all they have ?

yeonjun walked into his first class of the day, americano in his right hand, tote bag hanging off of his left shoulder.. although he stopped as soon as he walked in, realizing that him and yoojung had the same class. he wasn’t necessarily surprised, after all him and yoojung had met because they were both doing a fashion design major.. however he had somehow forgotten, the problem also lied in the fact that it was almost a full class, meaning nearly all the seats in the lecture room were full.

yeonjun’s eyes examined the room, he couldn’t just pray that yoojung didn’t show up, because what if his manifestation failed and then he was stuck sitting next to a cheater. he couldn’t help but think how many times he was sitting next to her a day after she had cheated on him, how many times had he kissed her after someone else’s lips had been on hers. yeonjun bit his lip, chewing on it, deciding to play it safe. finding an empty seat to one of his classmates. not paying much attention to who it was, all he knew was that he had never seen them before. little did he know that the person next to him was completely fangirling over him, yet they somehow managed to keep their composure.

yn woke up today, thinking it was just gonna be another day full of lectures, admiring choi yeonjun from afar, and then eating before going to sleep. had someone told them that they were going to be sitting next to THE choi yeonjun for their first lecture of the day then they would have probably pinched themselves thinking it was another silly little daydream.

however, yn also woke up in a particularly magnificent mood. the sleep they had gotten was beyond being able to explain, their feet did not immediately get hot after waking up which usually made them get up earlier attempting to get rid of their hot feet condition. yn stayed in bed a little longer after being woken up from their noisy alarm. the walk to uni was not unbearable due to the bright sun or the freezing wind, rather it was a perfect mix of the two, the sun managed to not blind them the minute they stepped outside, and the cold breeze was much more bearable than they had expected. and before entering the lecture room, soobin, their baking buddy, had finally agreed to give them a handful of small little fruit tarts, which they had already ate half of them. and now- choi yeonjun was sitting right next to them.

while yn was bouncing their leg in excitement and nervousness, yeonjun was in the complete opposite situation, yes he was also bouncing his leg, but more due to nervousness, he really hoped that yoojung would not show up, he knew that he would have to face her at some point but he truly wished that it wouldn’t be today.

yeonjun’s wishes, however, were not met. the wooden door creaked open. yoojung walking in, her expression was noticeably worried, anyone in the room could connect the dots, yoojung and yeonjun had obviously broken up, or fought, but it was very obvious. especially when yeonjun and yoojung were constantly by each others side, their relationship was very publicly known, they always sat next to each other. and even though your wishes were being fulfilled, you couldn’t help but feel yourself worry over the couple.

even though it worried yn, they couldn’t help but come up with the idea of distracting the boy next to them. “hey, do you have some of the notes from yesterday ?” you asked, quite worried about the confrontation, you didn’t want to look like a creep nor did you want it to look like you were trying to take advantage of the fact that he had just fought with yoojung.

“.. i do,” it took him a moment before he replied, his blonde hair moved quickly as he reached into his tote bag, his americano waiting right on top of the table that multiple students shared. yeonjun’s hand lingered around his bag.. where was his ipad, the one he had written all of his notes in ? had he not put it in his bag last night before going to bed, although to be honest, last night was definitely not the best, after witnessing his girlfriend cheating on him, he went back to his place with kai, who took care of him throughout the night. “..not, i’m so sorry.”

yeonjun picked up his head, eyes finally meeting yours for the first time. your heart couldn’t help but pound, he was handsome from afar and it was even more unbelievable that he was this ethereal.

“it’s okay, i didn’t really need them. i just noticed that you looked a bit- uncomfortable.”

“oh- thank you.. ah- also can you send me your notes later.”

“y-yeah, i can.. but umm.. i hope my note taking system doesn’t bother you too much. i tend to write my notes a bit differently..”

“it’s fine, i’m the same way. oh should i give you my number ? it’d be easier than taking pictures of your notes.”

“whatever you’re more comfortable doing is fine, if it’s more efficient then i don’t mind.” you quietly spoke, realizing that the lecture had started. you watched as yeonjun signaled you to hand over your phone, copying down his phone number onto your contacts.

and yoojung could only watch your interactions from afar; the smile on yeonjun’s face as the two of you giggled over somethings which she didn’t know what the subject was. she really regretted last night, had she been more careful then she wouldn’t be in this situation.

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