#i had this little blue-and-white plastic hanging bird when i was a baby that had a pullchain

[aeide-thea]

can't tell if brahms wiegenlied actually That Soothing or if the way it just. immediately reliably unknots my entire body is because of baby memories

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The Accidental Family - Chapter 6

Henry Cavill x OFC - multi-chapter

< Chap 5 | Chap 6 The Birds & The Bees | Chap 7 >

Disclaimer: smut and fluff

Word count: 2.463

Author’s note: This chapter leaves the question of how much Kal knows of the birds and the bees by this point.. enjoy the read! 

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Phoebe steered the van onto the driveway of the house Henry’s parents currently lived in; a house better described as a mansion, a nice garden wrapping around the back.

A treat to find in the London suburbs.

‘Woa..nice place.’ Henry leaned forward to get a better look at the red shutters that were all opened to show a row of paned windows, no life to be found inside.

‘Yea. You bought them this house short before Sam was born... So they could be close-by.’ Phoebe killed the engine and looked at Henry as she removed her seatbelt. Henry remained seated for a bit, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

‘And I didn’t get..us..a bigger house? Let me guess, I refused to move from my Mews home?’

Phoebe laughed, her hand patting his knee. ‘We BOTH decided to stay, mkay? Cosy living and all.’

They got out of the car and, hearing the cheerful sound of children behind the house, they decided to go for the garden straightaway, arms linked together as Henry followed Phoebe’s lead. He enjoyed her touch - it calmed him.

The garden was just as magical as Henry could have expected from his mother’s green fingers; luscious grass stretched in the back, with a sea of spring green and flowers running around the sides, some small fruit trees having just started to blossom above the excited faces of the children that were running to and fro.

‘HEY BABIESS.’ Phoebe exclaimed, the kids coming hollering at the sound of their mother’s voice.

‘Mommy! MOMMY!’

But, there was one kid missing. Henry looked out to see Sam squat down at the edge of the grass, his little tongue poking out as if he was really focused on some yet-to-be-determined little task, fingers hidden behind the plants. Henry smiled gently, and walked out to greet his oldest, the young boy completely oblivious to his father’s presence as he created a little fist over one of the flowers.

And that was a bad decision.

Within moments a flood of tears burst from the four year old’s eyes, a painful little hand clutching tightly around the dead body of the bee that had stung into his little palm.

Henry could hear Phoebe call out, feet rushing over the grass, but Henry was first to aid, large arms swinging up the little man into a hug, a soft voice soothing the pained cries of poor Sam.

‘Hey, hey..let me help you.’ Henry gently coaxed the child to open his palm, the bee falling into the bushes as Henry regarded the stinger that was stuck right in the middle of the pinkish little palm.

‘Oh, shhhh.’ Henry pulled Sam a little closer to his chest, his large arms forming a little hammock for the kid to hang in, his eyes finding Phoebe, who had now also come over, her hand sweeping through Sam’s chocolate curls.

‘Oh, baby!’ Phoebe pouted, but Sam was inconsolable, big fat tears falling down his cheek. ‘You had ouchy? Let’s get you fixed up.’ She cooed gently, before hinting at Henry they best get inside.

Minutes later they sat in the kitchen, a box of first aid appliances scattered over the kitchen table, Henry’s parents out to entertain the other kids while Henry sat on one of the chairs with a quiet Sam huddled into the warmth of his chest. The stinger had been quite professionally removed by his mother, but even after she had pressed all the kisses to his little hand and face, he wouldn’t leave his father’s embrace.

‘I just tried to help..’ Sam finally mumbled, quietly sniffling into his father’s white T-shirt.

‘Did you now?’ Henry brushed a soothing hand through Sam’s curls, the boy taking a shivery breath.

‘And then he bwit me!’

Henry chuckled ever so quietly, his eyes finding Phoebe who was stacking the first aid materials back in the plastic container. She winked at him and then looked back at Sam, who kept his watery blue eyes aimed at his father’s arm.

‘Well, not really BIT you, I bet. But when bees feel nervous, they can sting with their stinger.’

‘But IT HURT.’

‘Yes, stingers hurt.’ Henry was met by Sam’s confused expression, big blue eyes looking up at him. ‘You see, the bee was probably really scared of you. Because you are SOOO big, and he was only sooo small. It’s better to be extra gentle and careful with such small animals, you see.’ Sam blinked up at his dad, listening quietly. ‘Especially bees.’

Phoebe now squatted back down before Sam, her hand brushing over the hand that was now covered with a cooling pack. ‘Hi sweetie.’

But Sam was not in the mood, his face pulling into a pout before he quickly ducked back into Henry’s chest.

‘Ohhh okay then.’ Phoebe pouted in playful hurt, earning a smile from Henry, his heart swelling at the feeling of making this kid - his kid - feel safe. This wasn’t a nephew or niece. This was HIS kid.

Hoisting Sam up a little higher, Henry pressed his nose in Sam’s curls, his nose inhaling the sweet scent of shampoo and fresh air, Sam’s little voice bringing out a soft hum as his free hand curled into Henry’s shirt.

‘WIEEEEEEEE. I’m a BEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.’ Piper came running in, followed by Max, the both of them leaving muddy prints all around the kitchen table as they flailed their arms like little birds.

‘LOOK MOMMY-MOMMY-MOMMY!! FLYING!!’  

‘OI. Piper! Max! What did I tell you about dirty shoes?!’ Marianne came storming after them, little Cole perched on her bony arm.

Sam also looked up, his eyes perking up at the sight of his brother and sister having fun, his sorrows quickly forgotten.

‘Alright, time to get up.’ Henry offered, but Sam remained seated in his lap a moment longer, expecting blues looking up at Henry.

‘Are you still my daddy? Granny said ..eh…’ Sam’s shyness won over as he quickly hid his face behind a hand.

‘Hey..’ Henry pried the hand away with his large paw, a gentle smile curving on his lips. ‘I am. A little bit of a confused daddy, so I WILL need your help. But I am your daddy.’

Sam nodded in understanding and gave a simple: ‘Okay.’ Before climbing off his dad’s lap and joining the other kids who ran back out the backdoor again, thereby leaving yet another trail of muddy shoes all the way through the hallway.

‘OH..dammit.’ Henry bit his lip, making Phoebe laugh aloud.

‘Oh, trust me. That’s nothing yet hahahaha.’

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‘Ha, that was nice.’ Henry pulled the door closed, Phoebe having walked a little ahead to greet a very excited Kal in the narrow Mews hallway.

‘It was,’ She smiled and shrugged out of her coat, walking back towards the door to put it onto a hanger, only to be halted midway reaching, as Henry twirled her around and offered her one of his big bear hugs. ‘OH..okay.’ She chuckled softly.

‘Hmm,’ He hummed, nuzzling his nose into her hair, his nose sniffing in the scent of her hair and perfume. Not too sweet. A pinch of something woody. And warm. And.. He pulled back ever so slightly and before Phoebe could ask him what was the matter with him, he pressed his smooth warm lips onto hers, earning a delightful little hum from her in return.

‘Mmm, well hello there.’ She chuckled as they shortly broke their kiss for Henry to also shrug off his coat.

‘Hi,’ He grinned, unceremoniously dropping his coat on the floor before he lifted her up in his arms, hands grabbing for her butt.

‘Hen!’ She squealed in delight.

‘What?’ He asked innocently, though his dark eyes completely betrayed where this was going - and it was quite new after what only had been a little fooling around on the couch.

With a gentle brush of her fingers over his cheek, Phoebe let out a little sigh. ‘Are you..you sure? I mean..’

Henry lowered her with a growl, his bodyweight pinning her to the jackets that were hung behind her, their limbs now entangling with the vast pile of scarves and heavy wool. ‘Stop talking.’ And with that he caught her lips in another searing kiss, hands dipping beneath the material of her sweater, hot fingertips blazing a trail until he found the cup of her bra; nothing special, just a T-shirt bra, and yet Henry couldn’t help but let out a hungered whine.

‘You wet for me?’ He whispered in question, pushing his groin into her hip, only to find something truly wet; a dog nose that was pressing in between his legs.

Phoebe gasped in shock, eyes widening at the intimate intruder. ‘KALLLL!! AAHHHHH!’

Kal huffed a gruff sniff before he pulled back and whined a little instead.

‘He needs a walk.’ Phoebe breathed, trying to calm the hot pink that was spreading over her cheeks.

‘He’ll have to wait a moment.’ Henry grumbled, pressing another fierce kiss on her lips as he picked her up, her legs now wrapping around his hip before he started to ascend the staircase next to the jackets. ‘There’s some pressing matters that FIRST need attending.’

‘At least open the backdoor.’ She breathed as he made it to the landing, her fingers grasping into his curls as she pressed a kiss to his lips.

‘Can’t it wait?’

‘Oh no. And neither can I. Now hurry.’

In a flurry of fast moving legs, Henry bolted downstairs, his hand flicking open the backdoor, which Kal eagerly pressed through to do his business, after which Henry clawed his way back up the stairs, feeling slightly out of breath before he got back in the bedroom, finding Phoebe hopping around in an attempt to get out of her jeans.

Henry smirked at the sight of her buttocks jiggling ever so slightly with every hop, his hands catching her hips as he used her awkward position to push his groin into her behind -  like the tease he was.

‘Hen!’ She whined, rolling her eyes at his antics. ‘A little help.’

She fell belly flat onto the bed as he did just that, his fingers freeing her from the obnoxious jeans, followed by the flimsy material of her cotton undies, leaving her in naught but her bra. Looking over her shoulder, cheeks burning red in a mix of arousal and embarrassment, she saw Henry quickly removing his shirt, hands fumbling with his belt which didn’t seem to co-operate.

‘C’mhere,’ Phoebe said, pushing up from the bed to make quick work of the metal and leather obstruction, her palm grazing eagerly over the bulge that stood proud beneath the roughness of his jeans. Looking up from the edge of the bed, her eyes met another pair of blown-out blacks, the both of them panting like they had just ran a marathon.

‘What do you like?’ Henry breathed.

‘Everything. Anything.’ Phoebe unclipped her bra and fell back onto the bed, begging him to crawl on top of her.

But he didn't. Instead he kneeled down on the floor, fingers racing up the insides of her thighs, eyes studying the smooth flesh that jittered beneath his fingertips, his tongue soon to follow, a hot slow pace dancing over her squirming legs.

Henry grinned into her response, her hands gripping for the sheets beneath her, eager little keens and moans escaping her begging lips.

Dipping in closer to her core, he spoke again: ‘And you like this?’ He pushed her legs over his shoulders before he delved in, a honey sweet tongue lapping at her petals.

‘Sto-stop -- HA -- talking.’ She squealed in delight as he made a good show of the things he hadn’t forgotten; he had always been a pleaser, his tongue and fingers alone making her ache for him at any time of the day. How she had missed him all these long months, fearing she’d never get to feel this again. 

‘Okay-okay. Get up here.’ She tugged at his curls.

Obediently he did just that, his large frame crawling atop her, jeans still clinging tightly around his arousal.

‘I want to feel you.’ She breathed, bending forward to undo his buttons, only to clash with Henry’s head as he wanted to do the exact same.

‘Ou-aa.’ Henry grabbed for his forehead, chuckling softly as Phoebe clasped her hand in front of her mouth.

‘OH I’m so sorry. I--’

Henry quickly kicked off his jeans and boxers, head shaking with mirth before he grabbed for her hand, removing it from her face. With his hungry gaze he begged for her attention, their eyes interlocking as he lowered himself on her, noses touching as he shimmied his hips a little, feeling the snugness of her legs wrapping around his hips.

‘Ready?’

Phoebe chuckled, pressing forward to kiss him. ‘Please.’ She whispered into his lips, giving him the one answer he needed before they renewed a union that once started all messy - grabby hands and smeared make-up in a bathroom stall at an after party.

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‘Oi! We’ve been in the line forever. Would you hurry!’ A fist knocked restlessly on the bathroom door, making two hot faces look up as they fumbled with their buttons and zippers after one very steamy little rendez-vous. 

Henry laughed and shook his head. ‘Now ..Bee, that was...’ 

‘Stop talking.’ Phoebe winked and turned around so he could fix up the long zipper that ran over the back of her silvery mid-length dress. 

With careful fingers, the alcohol making his head buzz, Henry tried his best to not catch any skin as he pulled up the zipper, his left hand pushing away the golden locks that cascaded casually over Phoebe’s shoulder. 

Letting out one more sigh he realised he might have just made a stupid mistake. They had so much fun tonight; from the moment her friend had dragged her through the door - his eye easily catching her, to now, here. Why was he so stupid-stupid-stupid not to wait a little? Be a gentleman. Wine and dine her? Be a ...

‘And: stop thinking.’ Phoebe turned on her high heels and winked at him. ‘I leave first, then you. You’ve got my number..but..don’t feel pressured if...’ A sudden shyness laced her last words as she noticed the slight red lip-shaped smudge of red she had left on his blouse.

Tell him? She pondered it for a moment, but then decided that she might as well leave a little gift for him, since he totally ruined her panties moments earlier. 

‘Ciao.’ She winked, unlocking the door and disappearing into the crowd. 

By the time Henry walked out of the bathroom stall, he was welcomed by some very unwelcome white flashes, eager paparazzi having somehow managed to get into the establishment, ruining what could have been such a good night. 

Again Henry cursed himself; he should have never, ever, ever..UGH.. - Stomping through the wall of photographers he looked out for the golden drop of hair that had lured him in only hours ago. But she was gone. And for a moment he wondered whether it was the alcohol or something else that made his stomach flutter like a butterfly had been caught in his chest. 

'Fuck.’ 

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Birds do it, bees do it

Even educated fleas do it

Let's do it, let's fall in..

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Chap 7 >

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Not Alone: Chapter Seven

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck i want :P this ones a lil longer than the last

-> Word Count: 2.2k

-> Warnings: pervy doods, blood(?)

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She didn’t look back. She knew he was watching her. She couldn’t bear to see the look on his face. His eyes would haunt her forever. She’s never left Hades before. He was always a part of whatever she did. He would wait in the woods while she raided houses, but he was still there. This was the first time she had ever turned her back on him and she didn’t know if she would be back.

She just put one foot in front of the other.

When the sun rose Y/n was in the middle of nowhere. She walked and listened to the music of the birds. The sun was above her and it was hot. Spring wasn’t like how it was when she was little. Now it was warm and muggy. She knew she was about halfway. Lost in the trail, she heard something she hadn’t heard in a long time, a buzz. She followed the noise to a hive. It was small and only half built but it made her feel good inside. She hadn’t seen a bee since before. She watched the busy bees for a little while longer before she turned back to the trail.

The sun had set and Y/n was starting to feel tired. She climbed a tree and laid against the trunk in one of the high up branches. After she closed her eyes, flashes filled her head instantly.

Her father was pushing her along the road. Cars and trucks filled the freeway. People sat in them still, but her dad didn’t think they had enough time to get out. He had waited for this day his whole life.

“Y/n we need to get to high ground and get away from these people,” his fingers bit into her back as he poked her.

“Dad, maybe we should go back home,” Her voice was small, compared to the noise of the masses.

“No. Run faster Y/n. We need to run.” He was in front of her, dragging her up a grassy hill. Her legs hurt. He had made her work out since she could remember. But it was late and she was tired. She thought a bad thought. A thought she would always regret. His erratic behavior forced the thought.

She heard a cracking noise and her fathers face faded away.

She woke and looked around but she saw nothing. Her eyes were blocked by something. She lifted her head and realized that she was face down in a bushy branch. The small branch she was resting her weight on was breaking. She struggled for a moment and pulled herself up, but the branch below her snapped and she winced as the noisy strike filled the air. Her heartbeat was throbbing throughout her body.

She had nowhere to go if anything had heard the noise. She stood perfectly still and willed her body to calm down. She couldn’t believe how close she came to falling out of a tree. She never slept in trees, she always chose underground. But tonight she had no choice. She had no plan. She felt naked without it. She stayed in the tree, rested her eyes and listened to the sounds of the night.

She climbed down before the sun came up. She never moved much during the day. It was one of her rules. But she had no choice, she was limited on time. She walked quickly, trying not to imagine the fever that had flushed his cheeks or the pain his leg was causing him. His eyes unnerved her, even in her own mind.

She saw the trees thinning and knew she was close. Her stomach was a bundle of knots and nerves. She walked as close as she could with her weapons and gripped them close to her as she had her last few seconds with them. She’s only been here once and it scared the hell out of her. She trembled and put them in a hole under a tree. She stuffed the bow to the very back of the hole and her knife. She shivered from the feeling of being without them.

She walked away and broke branches with her hands every few steps. She left the snapped ends hanging. It looked like a bear or other large animal had roamed the woods. Her father’s craziness would live inside her forever. The first few steps from the woods felt like wading through the river. Her legs ached, but the anxiety of being on an open road was making them feel like she was wearing cement boots.

Her breath increased and her peripheral vision became sharper. She saw a leaf blowing down the concrete. She could see an old brown stain and forced her brain to not hear the ripping and tearing. It felt weird to walk down a road. It had been so long she couldn’t remember the las time.

Just when she thought her stomach couldn’t hurt worse, she heard them.

They were a ways down the road but they hollered at her. She knew it was her they were shouting at. Her legs broke into a run for the gates of the town before she dared to glance at them. Her muscles pushed and her bullet hole stung.

She ran in a way she hadn’t in a long time. No backpack there to weigh her down, just a small pack in her hands. No heavy clothes because of the spring sun popping out. All she wore was a long sleeve shirt, cargo pants, and her thick soled boots she took from the dead. She was faster than she remembered being. It could’ve been that she was more scared that she remembered being. Her arms pumped as her legs dug into the ground. The forest green was passing her by in a blur.

She saw the guards. They wouldn’t protect her unless she reached the town. They would watch the men tear her clothes from her body and rape her in the field out front. The voices behind her were closing in. They were fast too. They ran more than she did.

“Don’t run baby. We’ll make it worth your while.”

She didn’t look back as she blasted through the guard gate and dropped to her knees inside the walls. She heard a guard through the blood pounding inside her ears.

“Halt.” Suddenly there were four guards there in front of the gate with huge guns. The five men who had chased her were bent over and breathing heavily. She saw the smirk of one of the men when his eyes met hers. He pointed toward her.

“See you on the way out. Maybe we can give you an escort home.” A shiver traveled up her spine. His grin scared her.

He was seedy and dirty and his skin made her want to gag. She moved away from the contact of a hand gripping her arm suddenly. An older woman helped her stand, “I won’t bite.” She looked back at the man and gave him the middle finger. Her dad called it the bird. “Not like them anyway.”

She smiled at Y/n. Her teeth were brown and Y/n thought that she was probably poor before the world ended. The poor lived longer than any of the rich. They already knew how to survive.

Y/n hated the smell of the town. She remembered that now, as the different smells washed over her. Sewage being the most distinct one.

“What can we do for you dear?”

Y/n glanced at the old lady. She didn’t trust her. No one trusted the townies. But she needed to remind herself of the desperate situation she was in.

“I need medicine for blood poisoning.”

The lady winced, “Are you injured?” Y/n shook her head.

“Not for me.”

“What kind of injury?”

Y/n paused, not wanting to talk to her. But she knew that she didn’t have time to take any chances.

“A stick went into his leg. I sewed it up but I think there’s pieces of bark still in there.”

She nodded, “I have just the thing.” She pulled Y/n along.

The town was a shantytown, made up of rundown houses and lean-tos. They would have been nice and pretty fancy before. Now the lean-tos almost seemed nicer. The walls surrounding the town were made of sharpened poles like out of a medieval village. She saw smelly people peddling their wares to passer-throughs and she felt like they had entered a dark age. She wished knights in armor were part of this nightmare.

Y/n was permitted to sleep one night with a purchase. She felt excitement she couldn’t explain at the idea of sleeping. Her rest in the tree was terrible. She was a passer-through. She could buy whatever she could carry. But buy was trade and she had very few things to trade.

The two entered a rundown house with stacks of papers and garbage inside. She could smell the garbage before she entered. The old lady cleared away a stack of plastic bags and other garbage from a long wooden counter. She lifted a white metal chest up and grinned her brown smile at Y/n.

“This is very special. It’s from the city. It’s what they use to treat the breeders. My son works there. He lets me have some, to help us here.”

Her words both disgusted and scared Y/n. Y/n couldn’t help but look around the room. She felt like an ambush would happen any second.

The lady laughed, “Kid don’t be a fool. He was taken there. He doesn’t work there because of the special perks.” Y/n gagged at the way she said perks and lifted her eyebrows. “He’s a doctor. All the doctors were taken.” Y/n didn’t feel any better at the thought. She felt herself panic at the idea of the breeder farms. “Girl you’re gonna have to wow me, for me to give you some of this.”

Y/n pulled out the big guns on the first try. She would try to bargain but she was in a hurry to get some sleep. She would have to sneak out of town in the middle of the night. The pervs at the gates had changed her initial plan. She passed the small blue bottle to the old lady and watched as her eyes lit up.

“Is it sealed?”

Y/n nodded and watched as the lady snatched it and kissed the bottle. She could feel her nose scrunch up.

She eyeballed Y/n with her crazy eyes, “How’d you get this?”

“My father had a health food store. He left me a couple bottles. This is the last one.” Y/n hated that she had given it to her. It wasn’t really her last one but it was still priceless.

She pushed three vials at Y/n from the white chest and pointed to the door, “Leave and tell no one what I’ve sold you.”

Y/n nodded, “Likewise.” The lady handed her the slip she needed to get a nights sleep at the Inn. She left feeling the old lady's eyes on her, but when she looked back she saw the lady hugging the bottle of tea tree oil like a nut. Her messy long white hair made her look like the evil queen from snow white, hugging the poisoned apple.

Y/n walked out onto the broken concrete street and looked around. She saw the Inn in the far corner of the shops. She kept her eyes low to the ground as she crossed.

“Bread miss? Eggs?”

She looked at a young man pointing to a house. She shook her head. She never ate anything that came from other people. Especially not townies. The sanitation there was far below the standards they had as a civilization. She heard rumors of a new plague last time she came through here.

She entered the Inn and looked around. A woman with bright red hair eyed her up and down. Y/n passed her the slip of paper and the lady’s face brightened up.

“Good to have patrons this early in spring.”

Y/n looked around, “How safe is this town?”

The lady shrugged, “Depends. A sweet piece of virgin ass like you is going to have troubles no matter where you go.”

She frowned, “Thanks.”

The lady croaked a laugh, “Precious, you’re risking a fuck ton coming here. The hunters are looking for breeders like you. Clean virgins.” Y/n passed her a diamond ring from her pocket and watched the lady’s dark brown eyes light up. “Luckily, a lady like me runs this Inn. You’ll be safe.”

Y/n smiled bitterly, “Wait until you see the ring you get when I leave here in one piece. Virginity intact.”

“I’d sneak out in the night if I were you. The things that circle town usually have what they want by sundown.” She turned back to Y/n and gave her a bright white smile, “Girls that look like you are fun.”

Y/n met her smile, “I’m fun. Just not in a way anyone appreciates.” She climbed the stairs and tried not to let her exhaustion be too obvious.

[wonderlustlucas]

calefaction - hwang hyunjin

⇢ prompt “You make my heart go boom boom.” ⇢ pairing hyunjin x female reader ⇢ word count 8.1k ⇢ genre fluff & smut ⇢ warnings explicit sexual content, dry humping, a shitty handjob, oral (f receiving), referral to oral as “coochie suck,” okay it got really soft & fluffy at the end i’m sorry, comedy / crack because han jisung & ot9 are FOOLS ⇢ summary In another universe, your life does not revolve around keeping your infatuation over the boy with the pretty smile secret. In another universe, he does not know how much you like him, nor does he harbor the same feelings. But not in this universe. In this one, your heart beats fast for Hwang Hyunjin, but his beats faster.—friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n omg WHAT i can’t believe this is 8k ajhdjhfjd it was supposed to be like a quick 4k cuz it was Hard Hours but here we are......yikes.....not necessarily the first fic for hyunjin i wanted to post but it ended up being really cute:) i hope you enjoy! pls like & reblog if you do, i love reading tags ♥︎

There has always been something about him that caught her attention. The first time she met him it was his mouth that she found herself focusing on; in between the white and gold and blue fireworks exploding above them, she would sneak glances across their friend’s back patio to admire the way each color lit up his face. Every time he took a sip of whatever sloshed in his red plastic cup his lips would glisten before his tongue darted out to swipe away the moisture and oh God, she would kill to do that for him. As the celebration dragged on she found herself edging closer, swallowing down more liquid courage with each shot just so she could catch a better look at his teeth and his smile and the way his face lit up and nose scrunched and eyes disappeared into cute little crescents every time he laughed. She wanted to make him giggle like that. There was no other that matched his. He put all the stars and all the fireworks to shame— who was that?

The second time she was in his company, she could not help but swoon over what an absolute sweetheart he was and all she wanted to do was tuck the precious baby in her pocket and shower him with love. And yet this all came simply by joining her friends at the nearby bowling alley for a night. Unbeknownst to her, his friend group and hers were evidently meeting up and even though she ended up not playing against him, she was determined to know something about him before she left. Hwang, he set his name as— she felt awkward randomly asking him for his full name, and so she decided instead to ask him if he would come with her to buy pitchers of soda for the two groups while they finished setting up the games.

“Sure!” He smiled right away, turning away from his friends and leading the way. Immediately her heart skipped a beat and she hurriedly followed after him, staring at his red converse the whole time. “What’s your name?” He suddenly asked, taking smaller steps in order to match her pace. When she looked up at him to meet his curious gaze and tilted head she nearly stopped right then and there to scream.

Instead she swallowed the lump in her throat and answered him, then asked for his own since the opportunity had been served to her on a silver platter.

“Hyunjin,” he said, the name slipping softly past his lips and she found herself muttering it under her breath as he ordered two pitchers of soda and two pizzas at the counter. She loved it. Hyunjin. She knew his name! Comfortable silence fell over the new acquaintances and she was content leaving it that way, too fearful she would give away her nervousness and stutter out dreadful small talk. Besides, just being there next to him and admiring his pretty face when he was not looking was more than enough.

They did not speak anymore after that until he praised her later on for the strike she made and even though all she could do was thank him, she physically could not stop looking to him just to grin after watching him cheer so jubilantly for her. But now she was distracted, watching him instead of her own friends when he would go up to bowl and oh God oh God oh God he’s so cute and wow his hair looks so soft and Jesus Christ his smile is the prettiest thing in the entire world.

But her admiring did not go unreciprocated. She felt jittery all over and could not stop chewing on her lip whenever it was her turn, walking slowly to pick up her ball with the weight of his gaze from behind. Before when her fingers would slip into the ball’s holes, she would never really care about how many pins she would knock down; now, she held onto the polished marble globe for dear life and prayed each time she would not look like a fool and throw her bowl into the gutter.

Her prayers generally were answered for the three games they played and she landed herself in second place each time. But her smile was not from a job well done; rather from the cheerful grin Hyunjin would flash her no matter how many pins she knocked down when all her other friends were too busy gawking at Han Jisung and Lee Minho and the rest of his friends. She felt warm and loopy all over again, this time not from alcohol, and she really, really wanted to plant herself next to him—Hell, right on his lap— and kiss him, but knew that would be outrageously ludicrous for someone she technically just met only a few hours ago. She opted instead to cheer him on after his turns as he was doing for her, and just hearing his giggle in response was enough to sate her.

And so the night slowly drew to a close, her friends and his rendered tired and bored with nothing left to talk about for the time being. Even though her heart leapt at the possibility of Hyunjin initiating something, she reminded herself again that it was unlikely and truly was not that disappointed when all he did was wave goodbye on their way out. It’s alright, she told herself, it’s not like this is the last time you’re going to hang out. Afterall, it seemed like the two friend groups were slowly beginning to fuse.

And for the next few months, she was right. As summer quickly rounded the corner she found herself spending more time around him and learning new things about him each time. When she first heard him mention dance in a conversation with Minho at Changbin’s end-of-the-year bonfire, she couldn’t help but lean over in her seat to hear him more clearly. Great, here he was, the literal most perfect human alive, talking about his newest dance routine minutes after taking her side of the argument that summer reading wasn’t all that bad if you just gave the books a chance.

He was just about flawless in every sense of the word with his stupidly pretty plump lips and the beauty marks under his left eyelid and the right side of his jaw and neck and God, the way he talked about his dog Kkami? She was head over heels.

Nevertheless, she did not want to overstep her boundaries and opted instead to avoid getting too close to the untouchable boy, fearful that if she had one more conversation with him over how watermelon is the superior fruit that she would eventually just implode. She hoped she was not coming off cold; because, let’s be real, Hyunjin will cling like a koala if you allow him to and it was more than obvious that she was keeping a distance from him, hoping their relationship would not go beyond mutual friends. She could only hope that he would not notice through the rose-colored glasses he watched life behind.

When her phone buzzed with a text message in their group chat from Felix asking if they could go to her place for night swimming, she sat up in bed and thought for a long minute for some excuse to give to avoid having them all over. It wasn’t that she did not have the house for it, and her parents were out for the night— she simply felt obligated to clean the place up for everyone since they had never hung out at hers before. However, she felt guilty since she was the only one with a pool and eventually texted back that it was fine for them to come over.

Nonetheless, there were not enough hours in the day, it seemed, to calm her nerves of having to reveal so much of her bare body to them all when it came to wearing a bathing suit. When Minho and Hyunjin arrived first, the light of the day had just drained away, leaving the sunset’s pink and orange colors subdued in the fading light and the first chirping crickets and buzz of mosquitoes took over what the birds had retired for the night. As the host for the evening, she felt it was impolite to join the two in the pool when so many more of their friends would be arriving, so she left her t-shirt on and waited against the patio table while the two of them undressed.

She tried to keep her eyes away— really, she did, but in the close silence of the dim evening light she could not help but look upwards, her gaze instinctively travelling to Hyunjin. With his back to her, she felt guilty gawking at the broadness of his shoulders and the way the muscles of his back rippled as he took off his shirt, so she tore her stare away only seconds before him or Minho could notice how flustered she had become just by his bare back.

She refused to join the others until the entire group had arrived, even if that meant sitting and standing by herself while all her friends goofed around. It’s alright, she told herself, now I can slip in without anyone noticing. As soon as Eunsook set her things down and joined everyone else playing Sharks and Minnows, she finally turned the music blaring from the speaker up higher and shimmied out of her shirt before skipping over to the stairs and quickly submerging herself into the water despite the chill that had her teeth clattering.

“Alrighty, time to head home,” Minho teases as soon as he notices her paddling towards them; she rolls her eyes before disappearing below the surface and swimming for him. Even underwater she can still hear his yelps when her fingers come to pinch roughly at his sides. When she resurfaces, she is met with a splash to her face, which ends up hitting Jeongin next to her and in a blink of an eye an entire war is breaking out.

She is still too cold to participate and hurriedly backs away from all the splashing, opting instead to watch the chaos until her body acclimates to the freezing temperature of the water. “Are you cold?” A melodious voice whispers softly at her ear, sending a different kind of chill shooting down her spine. She turns slightly, relieved but terrified to see how close Hyunjin hovers behind her; she did not even notice him approach her. “Freezing,” she laughs quietly, hands rubbing at her arms that are rough with goosebumps.

He hums, seemingly lost in thought for a moment as he stares delicately at her before he presses himself against her back and crosses his arms above her chest, his head sitting gently in the crook of her neck. “Better?” Hyunjin purrs, so close against her and oh God, her teeth seem to clatter even more despite the way her lower stomach jumps and warmth spreads throughout her limbs.

“Yeah,” she whispers, breathless, brain still trying to register his skin against hers and therefore abandoning every other cognitive ability. Hyunjin makes a noise of content, tightening his grip on her and nestling into her neck. She can only pray that he pays no mind to the way she gulps nervously before forcing her attention back to the others still tussling in the shallower end of the water.

“___ is a pus—”

Minho starts to accuse before he is rudely interrupted by Changbin tackling him under the surface. In the meantime, Eunsook and the three other girls let out a series of panicked shrieks, scrambling to get out of the pool when Chan lets out a battle cry after giving the diving board a few experimental bounces. The same second he cannonballs off the board, Minho thrashes back up, still wrestling with Changbin. Evidently, both chaotic instances cause a surge of water her way and she scrambles backward and further against Hyunjin, accidentally rutting against him simply to dodge the spray.

So many things happen at one time she finds it a struggle to focus on each one. First, all she can register is the chlorine water meeting her eyes and stinging like a handful of needles. And then, just as Minho starts up his monologue again, her mind ultimately blocks out everything else occurring around her when a husky moan escapes Hyunjin’s lips.

“As I was saying, ___ is a pussy, she started this and all she’s doing is hiding away with lover boy,” Minho condemns as Hyunjin quickly unlocks his arms from around her in order to grab at her hips in reflex. Unable to form a coherent sentence, let alone a coherent thought, all she can do is shoot Minho the finger and give him a sarcastic glare. At her lack of a fight, Minho grumbles and turns away, chasing after Changbin who had swam to the deeper end.

The realization that she is essentially alone with Hyunjin at the other side of the pool sets over her like thick fog, and yet it seems to be that she is not the only one who is breathing heavily. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing herself to not only calm her beating heart but to ignore what she oh so wants to do while simultaneously gathering up the courage to do it. His slender fingers still gripping onto her hips for dear life eventually serves as a prompting enough green light and she at last makes up her mind. Just test it out again, she convinces herself with one last prayer to Heaven before lifting herself up slightly, allowing the water to help guide her movements as she rolls her body back onto him again. It elicits a carnal groan deep from his throat.

Just like that there is a fire in her veins, sparked to life by his presence and suddenly she’s not so cold anymore, everything feels ten times hotter and she silently spins around to face him, staring at him with sudden innocence. The ball is in his court.

“You’re a sly one, aren’t you?” Hyunjin teases with raised brows, large hands sliding down her waist, curving over her ass and settling on the underside of her legs to urge them around his hips. He looks unfairly gorgeous at the given moment, wisps of chestnut hair fallen over his forehead in soaked tufts and skin glowing with a sheen of water— a God, to be fair. “Not really,” she says honestly; unable to hold his hooded gaze, she instead follows after her palms as they run over the smooth skin of his arms, ghosting over his chest and making sure to brush over the beauty mark on his neck when they settle to link behind his head. Even though he trembles, she wonders whether he can feel the erratic beating of her pulse or secretly knows how much vulnerability hides beneath her façade.

“Hm,” he hums, fingers clutching tighter at her thighs, “I guess it makes sense now, though.”

“What makes sense?”

“That you have a crush on me, stupid. You avoid me like I have the plague so I thought you just didn’t like me in general or something. Turns out you like like me,” Hyunjin says, voice dripping in blatant delight and he wiggles his eyebrows at her when she finally looks back up to him, eyes widened in total embarrassment.

“I, well—”

She is just beginning to gather the brain cells necessary to explain herself when the oppressive boom of thunder cuts her off.

Caught completely off guard, a startled cry escapes her and she jumps, squeezing herself around Hyunjin and burying her face into the safety of his neck— since when was there going to be a storm? Nevertheless, her fright is totally washed away when he uses her proximity to his advantage and nips at the junction of her shoulder, red hot desire taking its place when he kisses over the mark.

“Nope, fuck, that’s it! I’m out!” Felix shouts, pushing Jeongin up the stairs with him and effectively ruining her moment of utter disbelief. “C’mon, we have to get out,” Hyunjin coos, reaching down to pry her legs off of him.

“It’s fine, honestly just let me die,” she sighs dreamily, floating on her back away from him. There is some truth in her exaggeration— her heart is already pumping at such an ungodly fast rate getting struck by lightning would practically be a blessing.

Hyunjin scoffs, grabbing her by the ankles and steering her toward the stairs. “No way Jose,” he says, flipping his hair once she stands on her own feet and sending a dozen water drops directly into her eyes, “there’s no way I’m letting you die before I get a taste of you.” And with that, he leaves her stranded on the stairs to process his words, something hot and heavy laying upon her abdomen. Taste? What does that mean? Did he mean a kiss or—

Shaking her head, she rids the tantalizing thought and slaps her cheeks to get the blood flowing again, trying to not focus on Hyunjin’s words and every moment leading up to them. As she follows after him to where the others cluster around the picnic table, she slowly discovers the error of her ways with an annoyed whine when she realizes she forgot to grab a towel for herself. She’s not about to go run inside for one downstairs when she has water dripping off her like a waterfall, but with the way distant thunder rolls across the malevolent sky she also understands that it won’t be long until her friends want to head home before the storm reaches them.

“Share with me,” she demands of Chan who stands next to her wrapped up in his own towel, her frame quivering with chills all over again. An exasperated grunt escapes him but he does not argue, lifting an arm to let her nestle beside him and share in some of his warmth. She mutters a thanks when he passes her the end of the towel and she curls it around them, making sure to soak up some of the droplets dotting her skin.

Standing in the midst of the rest of the group’s conversation, she really does make an attempt to pay attention to the chaos of their bantering, but it somehow feels like she’s stuck on the outside looking in. Even though she said goodbye to Woojin, Felix, Jeongin, Eunsook, and the other girls when they decided to head out, thinking over it a few moments later she can barely remember whether she hugged them on their way out or not. Or when Seungmin threw a Dorito at Jisung, Minho had said something that made her laugh but… what was it? Everything was going in one ear and out the other; which wasn’t a surprise, in all honesty, when the singular brain cell bouncing from each corner of her brain was focusing on Hyunjin and Hyunjin alone.

Even now, when she finds herself in a daze and mindlessly looks at him for the umpteenth time, she cannot help but notice how his jaw clenches and his eyes burn… resentfully back at her. What’s up with him? She wonders, chewing on her lip in worry that she had royally screwed up and he was regretting playing along. Just as her anxiety starts to get the best of her, he abruptly scoots his chair back from the table and stands with another hand carded through his hair.

“Where are you going?” Minho asks, forcing her back to reality and she holds her breath, afraid he’s going to say that he is heading home. Instead, he says with a goofy smirk, “I have to shit.”

When the rest of her friends break into a fit of laughter she finds herself sighing in relief, looking to him once more but then there he goes again— dark and hooded eyes glaring at her with an intensity that tightens her chest. She almost seems to wilt by the time he turns around, heart hammering in her chest because—while that was unnecessarily hot—her mind is a spinning top trying to figure out what she could have done to make him hate her all of a sudden.

“___?” Jisung interrupts her thoughts, “What about you?”

“Huh?” She blinks, having completely missed whatever conversation had been happening.

“Is lasagna just spaghetti flavored cake? Yes or no?”

For the first time in the last hour, her focus finally has to stop and think about something other than Hyunjin and she cannot help but crack a smile. “I mean, yeah. I’d say so.”

“HA! You lose,” Minho shouts, pointing at Jisung. “If ___ agrees, then, well…” Seungmin trails off, looking to her with an animated grin. Jisung only grumbles in reply, muttering something about how stupid everyone is while crossing his arms and sinking back into his seat like the child he is. “Speaking of ___,” Changbin singsongs, sharp features bright with amusement when he looks to her, “what’s up with you and Hyunjin?”

“What about me and Hyunjin?” She shoots back too quickly, transfixed instead on the coruscating reflection of the tiki torch flame on the glass table, unable to hold the weight of their stares.

“You guys weren’t very slick, y’know,” Chan comments, elbowing her in the ribs and she finally looks up to meet Changbin’s curious gaze at the table. “Honestly, I don’t know,” she admits with a shrug, abandoning Chan’s safeguard against the brewing storm winds to grab the bag of potato chips on the table, “he apparently knows I like him.”

“He what? Did you tell him? It would take a typed ten page single spaced letter for Hyunjin to ever possibly catch someone’s hints, he’s too slow,” Minho teases, grabbing her elbow to keep her from moving away so he can pick on the chips with her. “I couldn’t tell you. Maybe I accidentally told him one night in a drunk spur of the moment,” she lies, deciding that’s better than explaining how she experimentally grinded on him.

“Weird. Well, good luck with that. He can be a doofus,” Jisung says with a smile, reaching across the table for his crumpled shirt. “Thanks, I’ll need it. He was giving me death glares before he went inside so I have no idea what’s going on,” she grumbles, twisting to look over her shoulder out of fear he would walk out in the middle of their conversation.

“That’s weird. Did you say anything that would piss him off before you got out of the pool?” Chan asks, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “Uh,” she pauses, thinking back to the whole taste thing, “nope.”

“Maybe he was just really constipated and it just so happened he was looking at you for help,” Seungmin muses with an amused grin. “Seungmin, are you telling me I made him have to poop?” She laughs, daring him to elaborate with raised brows.

“You never kn—”

Minho begins before the second cracking boom of thunder cuts him off, rendering them all struck speechless with shock. Right on cue rain begins to fall, slow to start and splattering them haphazardly.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Shit!”

“C’mon, we have to go!”

“WHY’S IT SO COLD?”

“Fuck, fuck, shit! Everything’s gonna be wet!”

They all seem to harmonize, chaos ensuing as they scramble to dress themselves while simultaneously gathering their belongings. Nevertheless, they can’t help but howl with laughter at the sudden adrenaline rush, hurrying to make it to their cars without getting too wet. “Bye!” She shouts as her five friends struggle past the locked gate to her back yard before disappearing out of view, wind beginning to pick up and carrying the small pellets of water in wild vortices one moment and in diagonal sheets the next. “Shit,” she hisses, frantic as she grabs her phone and what is left on the table before hurrying up the deck and into the safety of her home.

“Well, that sucked,” she mutters once inside, locking the sliding glass door and watching the rain that now falls as if from buckets from the blackened cloud dominating the sky above. She sets everything down on the kitchen island before moving to the refrigerator, opening the doors for no particular reason until the gurgle of a toilet flushing halts her movements. She pales as the realization hits her, leaning over to look into the foyer just as Hyunjin himself exits the bathroom down the hall.

“It’s raining,” he comments, shuffling around her shocked figure and nodding to the door as thunder cracks the air. She blinks, gut sinking with anxiety for she feels as if she’s stuck in limbo— was this sexual tension or was he mad at her for something? “A little rain never hurt nobody,” she hums awkwardly, following his gaze to watch the way tree branches sway erratically in the wind like flags high on their poles and instinctively wrapping her arms around herself to rub away the goosebumps.

The silence in the room is deafening and she’s holding her breath with the fear of the unknown heavy on her chest, praying for the floor to just swallow her up or for him to make the first move at either leaving or explaining… something.

“So,” Hyunjin starts when he looks to her instead, having apparently read her mind, “did you do that to purposely make me jealous?” When she closes the refrigerator doors and turns to him her pulse positively jump starts at the way he looks at her, eyes dark with something she can’t quite pinpoint. “Huh? What are you talking about?” She sputters when he moves closer, gaze frantically searching for something to look at that isn’t the indents of his collar bones or the toned pane of his stomach or even his eyes, too scared she would implode instantly if she did so.

“Either you’re dumb or you consciously cuddled up to Chan to make me jealous,” he elaborates menacingly in a tone she is certain she has never heard him use before and she instinctively steps back the closer he gets, pressed up against the cold marble of the island and oh, so that’s why he was glaring like that. She can’t help the breathy laugh that escapes past her lips and Hyunjin looks down at her with a vexed rise of his brows. “I’m sorry to tell you, but I’m just dumb,” she admits, finally maintaining eye contact now that he is so close and draws her attention to him like a fourth Newton law of motion, “I didn’t want to be too pushy.”

Hyunjin pouts, obsidian eyes melting into something more affectionate and bottom lip jutting out sadly. “Why would that make you pushy?” He asks gently, closing what space remains between them and pinning himself against her. His skin feels warm and smooth where it presses against her own and it feels as if nothing is real, that she is only dreaming when his slender fingers cup her face, holding her by the jaw and keeping her attention glued on him. “I— I don’t know. I was kind of whiplashed after the whole pool thing and I didn’t want to be all annoying and clingy if you didn’t want me too,” she explains shakily when his thumbs comfortingly caress her cheeks, gaze languidly studying her features but zeroing in on her tongue as it darts nervously between dry lips.

“Y’know,” Hyunjin breathes against them and her heart gives a single, solid thump, “I’m trying really hard to be all pissed at you for going to Chan instead of me, but you’re not making it easy.”

She can’t help the smirk that forms on her lips at his confession, finally lifting heavy arms to sling around his neck. “Oh shush, nothing can change the fact that you’re just a big softie, Hwang Hyunjin,” she teases with newfound courage, eyes glinting with tendrils of salacity and the atmosphere has most certainly shifted, heavy with the weight of desire and the drumming of rain on the roof only adds to her longing to press closer to him in the cold darkness, to feel, to touch, to taste.

“Oh, really?” Hyunjin scoffs, dropping a hand to trail his fingers over the curve of her hip. All softness having melted from his face, he now leans closer to whisper in her ear, “Are you sure that it’s going to be big softie Hyunjin who’s gonna make you cum all over his fingers?”

Well, he’s got her there; she visibly trembles in response to the boldness of his tantalizing statement, only able to stare back at him with wide eyes when he leans back to soak up her reaction. “Cat got your tongue?” He purrs, exceedingly proud of himself for having rendered her silent with shock. Enough talking, he decides, reaching for her hand and tugging her away from the kitchen island and into the living room where she stumbles after him like a rag doll.

“Is this okay?” Hyunjin asks gently again once she is seated on his lap, straddling his thighs between her own— when did that happen? His fingers digging into the softness of her upper thighs when he grabs her hips brings her focus back to the present and suddenly all of her senses are on fire; oh, he looks absolutely glorious beneath her, cheeks flushed warm and pink, tufts of dried hair fallen over the dark pools of his eyes that seem to hold galaxies within them. “M’perfect. You’re perfect,” she sighs, euphoria having melted her brain into a pile of incoherent mush and the knot in her stomach only winches tighter when his large hands trail dangerously close to where she wants him most.

Just as she begins to gather her wits to the situation she has found herself in, there comes a brilliant flash of white from outside the windows that flickers and dies like an almighty camera flash that blankets everything at once. Not even a heartbeat later the rolling boom of thunder reverberates overheard, the untamed power effectively rattling the entire house and she subconsciously clings tighter to him until the rumble dwindles past. When she opens her eyes once more, she is marginally closer than before the very heavens had split apart and Hyunjin smiles comfortingly at her, seizing the opportunity to move his hands back to cup her face before closing the distance and planting his lips on hers.

Despite having been caught so off guard, warmth blooms in her chest and she is dizzy with joy, every cell of her being vibrating in overwhelming elation when Hyunjin’s hot mouth melds to her own, the tip of his tongue prodding at the seam of her lips when she whines quietly into the kiss. What starts off soft and slow quickly turns into something more urgent, fueled by an intense fervor growing within her and it’s his lips, she decides, biting down on the supple flesh and drawing a whimper from his mouth to be muffled into hers.

“I could say the same about you,” Hyunjin finally replies to her unintentional compliment after pulling away, licking a stripe up the side of her throat before settling underneath her jaw to suck a tender mark, “that first night we met. At the bowling alley,” he pauses his biting with a sharp intake of breath when her wandering hands graze delicately beneath his belly button, “you were so cute, I didn’t know how to act around you. You’re always cute.”

She halts her movements at his words, sitting back on her haunches as a flush creeps up her face. “So you don’t remember seeing me before that?” She grins, reaching forward to run her fingers through his bangs.

“Before that?” Hyunjin asks skeptically, brows drawn together.

“Chan’s New Year’s party,” she chuckles, bending to kiss the mole along the curve of his neck, “that was the first time I saw you,” then the one on his jaw, “kind of been head over heels for you since.” When she plants a heartfelt peck on his reddened lips, he pouts back at her and she simply cannot fight the urge to kiss him again, licking at his bottom lip. “What’s a matter?”

“I’m sorry, how could I have not noticed you?” He actually apologizes, reaching for her waist and pulling her impossibly closer, although all it essentially does is drag her sensitive center roughly over his bathing suit bottoms. He does not miss the soft gasp that escapes her, his grip instinctively clutching harder in a weak attempt to keep himself grounded. “Can I make it up to you?” He proposes before she has even replied, a suggestive tilt to his voice and all she can do is nod, putty in his hands.

“Oh, God,” this is really happening, she sighs blissfully, weightless in his arms when he lifts her from his lap to gently lay her back down against the cool leather sofa cushions. It does not take long for him to join her once more, hovering dangerously close above her and she hardly manages to swallow past the lump in her throat, praying that he cannot hear the dizzying staccato of her heart slamming against her ribcage. “You okay?” Hyunjin asks softly, balancing his weight on one arm beside her when he reaches up first to brush hair away from her face, and then to trace the swell of her bottom lip.

“Yeah,” she sums, kissing the pad of his finger, “you’re just like… insanely, strikingly handsome. You make my heart go boom boom. I still think I’m dreaming.” Nice one. Real smooth.

His boyish giggle in response is a direct attack to her heart, and yet it still is not enough to prepare her for the embarrassed flush working itself across his cheeks. Oh. He then proceeds to bury his face in her neck to hide his shattered facade, flustered more than he would have liked to admit when trying to finger the girl he’s madly in love with.

“See? You’re like… perfect. Can’t you feel my heart? Earlier I was seriously hoping we would fuck but now I don’t even want to, I could just stare at you all day,” she spews honestly—what’s the point in holding back when this was the kind of response she would get?

“Oh my God,” he whines sheepishly, kissing hotly at her shoulder, “you make my life really difficult.”

“Imagine how I feel,” she huffs, swinging an arm over him to lovingly run her fingers up and down the burning skin of his back. Warm. He made her feel warm all over.

Hyunjin truly, literally whimpers in response to her soft ministrations; however, the amatory heat burning in his abdomen clearly has not left his mind and twists the notion into something much different as he mindlessly ruts against her center, a muffled groan escaping him at the partial relief and ultimately ruining the softness of the moment. “Oh,” she gasps, lifting her hips to meet his next upstroke in time with the wind picking up beyond the safety of his embrace, howling and crying and baying like a wolf into the night.

“Shit,” he grunts in her ear, the bulge of his length beneath his swim trunks dragging deliciously at just the right spot through her own bottoms, leaving her lightheaded and longing for something more, “do you mind?” He asks, breathless.

“Of course not,” she hums, spreading her legs further to give him better access.

“Fuck, you’re the best. I won’t last long, I’ve had blue balls for like, an hour,” Hyunjin laughs lightly before continuing his ministrations, keeping himself balanced above her as he rolls his hips to meet hers. A strangled grunt deep from the back of his throat leaves his parted lips and she decides she absolutely will never hear or watch anything hotter with the way he drags his clothed length over her.

No matter how much he shudders in pleasure, he seems to struggle to meet that perfect, earth shattering angle, and so she offers a hand—literally—and reaches to palm him. “F-fuck,” he hisses, movements grown shaky and sloppy with her squeezing him so tightly through the material of his trunks. She tries her best at dragging her hand up and down his shaft with the limited space, pressing specifically at the tip in time with him thrusting into her palm. No matter how shitty it is, it seems to do the job for how far gone he is, head thrown back and body trembling as he comes inside his boxers with a sharp moan. Disgusting, and he’ll probably regret it later, but right now it’s a breath of fresh air. Plus, it’s pretty hot that his dream girl 1) just let him hump her and 2) gave him a rushed handjob through his pants that still made him cum.

After a long minute to compose himself, he presses a grateful, messy kiss to her lips that ends up being more of a messy clash of teeth and tongue. Then, like the perfect gentleman he is, Hyunjin lifts himself up to gaze at her longingly once again and asks with heavy-lidded eyes, “Let me go down on you?”

Her eyes nearly pop out of her head and she thanks the heavens she is not standing or else she most certainly would have toppled to the ground under the weight of his words and the hoarseness of his voice. “Do you want to clean up first?” She asks fretfully. Truthfully, it’s more to give her another minute to mentally prepare herself.

“I’ll deal with it later,” Hyunjin grins like the little devil-angel he is before kissing her again, silencing her worries with his tongue wrapping around hers and it oh so unfairly becomes hot and messy and titillating again, driving her closer to an edge she had not seen the warning signs for. This time her fingers thread through his hair, pushing back mussed bangs to rest her forehead against his as they share a labored breath. When he begins his journey south, he trails down her throat and punctuates each suck and nip on her skin with an openmouthed kiss, ravishing all the way over the swell of her breasts and down her abdomen until it seems as if every inch of her skin is glistening with moisture and dotted with tender marks.

Hyunjin shifts his weight in order to scoot down the length of her frame, this time resting so much closer to where she so desperately needs him to be. One scorching hand drags up her thigh, carefully hooking around the elastic of her bottoms and she weakly raises her hips to help him yank them down her legs. No matter how much of a struggle it is to get them down to her knees, they manage nonetheless and she rids the flimsy garment with an anxious kick once they reach her ankles.

“Just remember,” Hyunjin rasps after hooking her legs over his shoulders, thumb ghosting over her clit and her body jumps for it, “Bang Chan didn’t make you this wet. I did. All me, right?” He’s practically growling at this point, not patient enough to wait for her answer and opting to go straight for the kill with his mouth suckling around her clit harshly. “Oh, Jesus. Fuck,” she whines, hips raising to follow the warmth of his tongue but his free hand quickly presses them back down. “Yes. You. All you,” she gasps out, hardly able to form a response at this point when all she can focus on is the way her body swells as his lips draw her forward, sucking long and hard.

“F-fuck, shit,” she whines, an intense buzz pumping hotly through her veins and fueling the fire in her gut with him practically sucking the life out of her. Somewhere in between him licking a slow strip up her slit and his fingers prodding teasingly at her entrance, all her mind can think of is the ‘fuck, go back’ meme— Hyunjin on the average day, just existing as his ethereal, exquisite, heavenly, goofy, dramatic self is already overwhelming. But thisHyunjin? And his stupid tongue and godsent lips?

It’s more than she can handle.

The infelicitous thought quickly slips her mind when Hyunjin more comfortably resituates himself in order to push two fingers past her walls at an agonizingly slow pace. With a strangled mewl, her hands instantly fly to tangle in his hair, raking through the strands for dear life when he immediately curls those long fingers of his, rubbing upward, stroking that hidden gem of a spot. “Hyunjin,” she can’t keep her voice down anymore, moaning the last bit loudly before biting her bottom lip to taper it into labored breathing.

“You’re the prettiest person I’ve ever seen,” Hyunjin compliments when he comes up for air, breaking away with a noisy pop that leaves her arms trembling violently, “also, really, really fucking hot. You’re gonna date me after this, right?” He adds as a nervous afterthought, the tempo of his fingering picking up as he rocks his hand against her, his palm grinding against that one sweet nerve until her body seizes in sweet pleasure. “I— wait, fuck, you’re asking me out?” She hisses with a furious blush and one too many emotions swelling in her chest, the jitters rising in waves when he tucks his face back between her legs and laves his tongue over her again and again.

“Oh, God,” she sighs shakily, back arching and following the motions of his tongue— the long lapping motions, the hard swallows, the tight sucking. All of it. She’s drawing closer to an edge she is not prepared for, thighs perpetually quivering and skin tingling in a frenzy of static wherever he touches, one hand gripping her hip like an anchor, the other insistently flicking her clit, his tongue stroking inside of her, warm and wet. “Come on, baby,” Hyunjin purrs against her folds, the vibration winding the coil tighter before he switches to quickly pump his fingers into her and to press his tongue roughly against her sensitive bundle of nerves, coaxing her to her climax.

Ensuring she rides out the entirety of her orgasm on his tongue, Hyunjin tightly grips her thighs to keep her legs spread, lapping and sucking lewdly, shamelessly at her cunt like a man starved. Her hips buck and jolt as the sickly-sweet warmth burns and grows and grows until it is consuming her whole, ecstasy and relief flooding her from head to toe as her orgasm washes over her. She feels hollow and jittery all over by the time the frenzy of sensations fades into nothing but a tender throbbing in her core, as if all her nerves are worn and frayed at the ends and leaving her as a pile of mush.

“How ya doing?” Hyunjin peeps from between her legs after a few moments of waiting for her to come back to reality, one hand on her hipbone and the other at her inner thigh, soothingly massaging her skin to ease her back from the high. Something about the genuine concern etched on his features paired with her own arousal glistening on his chin and lips has the butterflies in her stomach roaring to life, heart doing somersaults in her chest and she smiles softly, reaching for his hand and tugging for him to come closer. “Are you sure you’re the same Hyunjin from the bowling alley?” She laughs airily against his lips, blinking up at him with wide eyes. His beauty is not an easy thing to comprehend, she reminds herself with a thumb tracing the soft curve of his jaw.

“I told you I’m not just a softie,” Hyunjin says with a dramatic huff followed by that cheeky smile of his, lowering his head to gently rub his nose against hers in an eskimo kiss and oh, he certainly has her heart now if he hadn’t before. She reaches up to actually kiss him this time, hoping to distract him from the painfully obvious blush blooming across her cheekbones, and once more the entire world is spinning when he gently cups her face and slackens his jaw to deepen the kiss.

“Just for you, though,” he randomly adds when they separate, diverting her focus away from the taste of herself on his tongue and how sinfully good of a kisser he is. “Hm?” She ponders with a tilt of her head, hand resting at the nape of his neck to twirl a finger into his hair. “I’m just a softie for you,” Hyunjin elaborates, dramatically collapsing on top of her and the weight of him pushes all the air from her lungs.

“Oh,” she heaves, freeing her arms trapped underneath him and wrapping them around his wide shoulders with a tight squeeze, “that’s good. I bet I’m softer for you, though.”

“Incorrect.”

“No, correct.”

“I just had my tongue up your coochie, can’t you just give this one to me?” Hyunjin scoffs and finally rolls off of her, reaching for the floor with an ungraceful flail of his long noodle legs before finding the hardwood and standing up. “Right. Sorry. About that,” she coughs, leaning up and ignoring the mess between her thighs in favor of glancing to his own semi-hard… problem, “do you want me to return the service?” After all, that shitty handjob was not the best depiction of talent.

“Are you offering to suck my coochie? Thanks, but I’m good,” he answers nonchalantly, nevertheless he reaches beneath the waistband of his bottoms to readjust himself right in front of her and she instinctively glances away, embarrassment creeping up her neck. Even though he just ate her out. Whatever.

“Never mind, you’re stupid,” she grumbles, stumbling to her feet once her limbs realize they have to do their job to grab her bottoms thrown haphazardly across the room. “Hey! Be nice to your boyfriend.”

“Oh, you’re my boyfriend now?” She challenges, shimmying the material up her legs before standing to face him with a smirk painted on her face. “Technically I never said yes.”

Hyunjin gasps. “Damn, guess I get to tell everyone I played you, then,” he smirks right back at her like the cocky shit he is, turning away after slipping into his t-shirt to get his phone and keys from the kitchen. “No! Wait! I was just kidding,” she lunges for him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face into his back, “I like you. A lot, as you can tell. If you actually want to date me, well, then, you know how I feel.”

“___,” he soothes, detaching her arms in order to spin around and face her, “I’m not going to just hook up with someone who I know likes me. I’d be dumber than a doorbell, too, if I didn’t y’know… maybe have a little crush on you too. Which is why I want you to be my girl. I don’t want to do cute shit with anyone else but you. Like, pick our toe jam to compare it and stuff.”

“Wait, you have toe jam?”

“Exaggerated joke, ___.”

“Oh,” she giggles, leaning up to kiss the beauty mark on his neck again, “anyway. Dating. So, you’re my boyfriend?”

“I think it works something like that,” his full lips practically disappear when he grins toothily, large hands coming back to cup her face, “can I get a goodbye kiss?” She hums in instant agreement, meeting him halfway to press her lips against his, one, two, three gentle pecks before his tongue tantalizingly darts out to swipe against the seam of her lips and effectively painting her insides with fireworks.

“Hey,” she warns, jabbing a finger to his chest to stop him but immediately softening up at the sound of rain pounding on the roof as if demanding entrance, “I mean… you could always stay until the storm passes.”

“Are you asking because you’re worried about me driving safely or because you just want to sit around and kiss all night?”

“Hm, well, maybe a little bit of both,” she admits with a sheepish smile. He’s just too irresistible to pass up. Hyunjin beams brighter than any star in the galaxy before pulling her back into him, “Greedy. You’re lucky my heart goes boom boom for you too.”

(And Hwang Hyunjin’s heart does not lie.)

[breakyeol]

table tops

drabble

┗ pairing: baekhyun x reader

warnings: baek gets shit faced

a/n; baekhyun seems like the kind of guy to get wasted and start dancing on tables

Okay. Where the fuck did Baekhyun go.

If there was one thing you did not want to lose at a party– it was Byun Baekhyun. And of course that was exactly what your dumb ass had to go and do.

Your eyes widened in horror upon realizing that your boyfriend of two years was no longer at your side, the space he’d previously filled completely vacant. You legit been there for five minutes, how did you already manage to lose him?

“Oh god.” You murmured, eyes frantically swinging across the room as you helplessly tried to spot him. But the dim blue and red lighting combined with the dense population of the living room you were currently standing in made that almost impossible.

You’d been talking to him not moments ago. How the hell did he just vanish into thin air?

“Chanyeol!”

You spotted the six foot something giant through the crowd, and pushed your way towards him. At the sound of his name, he spun around, a bright smile immediately taking over his slightly flushed features when he spotted you.

“Y/n! Hey! What’s up?” His voice seemed ten times louder than usual as he greeted you, trying to be heard over the ridiculously loud music, “thought you said you wouldn’t be able to make it!”

Disregarding his questions, you got straight to the point. “Have you seen Baekhyun?”

“What?” He dipped his head down, brows furrowed as he leaned closer to you. Damn him and his tall ass, always making it so hard to communicate. You pushed yourself onto your toes, trying to get closer to his endearingly large ear.

“Baekhyun! Have you seen Baekhyun? I can’t find him!”

His expression brightened as he understood, nodding quickly as he drew back slightly. “Oh! Yeah, I thought I saw him go into the kitchen a little bit ago! Maybe he’s still in there?”

Damnit.

“Okay, thanks, Yeol!” You didn’t wait for his response before whipping around and shoving your way through the mass of bodies obstructing your path to the kitchen. But upon your arrival, you were only met with disappointment. He wasn’t there. However, you were surprised to see another familiar face.

“Kyungsoo?”

He lowered the drink he’d been sipping, nodding at you in greeting, “hey, y/n.”

“Did Baekhyun come through here?”

He nodded, “yes.”

Your eyes nervously flashed over to the arrangement of alcoholic beverages and plastic red solo cups lined up across the counter beside him. “He didn’t drink anything, did he?”

“He did.”

Fuck.

“How much?”

He paused, and your eyes widened in disbelief as he began counting on his fingers, one unfolding after the other. “Five shots, I believe.”

Jesus Christ.

“And you didn’t think to try and stop him?” You questioned, running your hand over your face as you tried to think over what your most likely drunk boyfriend could possibly be doing at that moment.

Kyungsoo shrugged. “No.”

“Why?” The exasperation your voice had a subtle grin of amusement upturning the corners of his lips.

“I was hoping he’d pass out if he drank enough and stop talking to me.”

You couldn’t say you didn’t understand where he was coming from. But still, a drink Baekhyun equaled an exhausted y/n. He was difficult enough to hand sober, but when alcohol hit his system— you were in for a wild ride.

“Well, did you at least see where he went?”

He shrugged again, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the living room as he took another steady sip of his drink.

“You are so very helpful, Kyungsoo.” You gritted sarcastically through a tight lipped smile. He shot you a playful wink, clicking his tongue as he raised his glass. You politely flipped him the bird before swiftly making your way back into the living room, his deep, velvety laugh following after you.

“Y/n!”

You whirled around at the sound of your name, eyes widening in shock at the sight of Chanyeol rushing at you like an angry bull. Instinctively you recoiled, both shock and amazed by the speed and swiftness he exerted while he forced his large body through the thick crowd. The moment he reached you, he latched onto your wrist and began yanking you back in the direction he’d come from, not giving you some much as a moment to process what was happening.

“Where are we going?! What happened?!” You tried to shout over the music, but he either didn’t hear you or consciously chose to ignore you. Regardless— you’d get your answer soon enough. He tugged you into the dining room, where a large crowd had formed around something. They were cheering loudly, especially girls you noticed. “What’s going on?” You asked, almost slamming face first into his broad back when he suddenly stopped in front of you.

“I found your boyfriend.”

You immediately perked at that, jumping up to eagerly scan the faces of the people around you. “What?! Where?! I don’t see—”

And then you saw him.

“Oh you have got to be kidding me.”

You had to blink a few times to just be sure you weren’t hallucinating. There was no alcohol in your system to blame either as you hadn’t had the opportunity to even take so much as a sip of your drink, too worried about finding where your boyfriend had disappeared off to.

Turns out, he’d been the life of the party.

You couldn’t say that you were surprised.

All you could do was watch, wide eyed, mouth gaping, as your boyfriend danced like the little hoe he is on a large round table to the song Come Get Her. He looked like he was having the time of his damn life, hands raised high in the air, shaking his cute ass side to side as he laughed loudly.

He was visibly drunk, cheeks flushed a hot shade of red, pupils blown as he grinned widely. He’d discarded the jacket he’d been donning onto a nearby chair, leaving him in his thin white button up and black ripped jeans. And it seemed he’d popped a few buttons of his top open to put a little extra skin on display.

It was obvious he was eating up all the attention he was getting, putting a little extra oomf into his dancing whenever the mob of onlookers gave out particularly loud shouts of encouragement. He was blowing kisses, swinging his hips, and whipping his head around like he didn’t have a single care in the world.

“Not again,” you whined distraughtly, stomping your feet like a child having a temper tantrum.

Chanyeol snickered beside you, gently hip checking you. “Better get your mans before somebody else does.” You huffed at his teasing tone, pushing past him to the very front of the group so that you could get his attention.

“Baekhyun!” You hissed, glaring up at him as he twirled around, sexily (yet goofily) running his hands down his body. “Byun Baekhyun!”

He paused, a look of confusion briefly crossing his features before his hazy eyes met yours, and a wide grin exploded across his face. “Y/n!” He gasped excitedly, before wildly gesturing for you to come closer, “baby, come dance with me!”

Yeah right.

“Baekhyun, come down right now.” Each word was enunciated very clearly through your gritted teeth.

He was quick to express his dislike of the idea, head shaking back and forth madly as he started up his movements again, “No, come dance! It’s fun!”

“Baekhyun—” the warning in your voice was explicit, but he was having none of it.

“If you won’t join me, then just sit back and enjoy the show,” your eyes widened as you shot you a wink. You supposed it was meant to be sexy, but it looked more like a spasm than anything else. Regardless, what he did next had you choking on air.

He gave a sharp tug at either side of his shirt. The buttons immediately gave, a few even breaking off and hitting the table top with light taps. Shouts and cheers of encouragement vibrated in the sweat scented air at the sight of your boyfriends bare torso.

Possessiveness ripped through you unexpectedly as you spotted a group of girls drooling over him, and before you could fully wrap your head around the situation, you were rushing towards the table and trying helplessly to pull his shirt, now hanging uselessly off his shoulders, back over his sculpted stomach and chest. But, he was quick to bat your hands away, making a point to shrug his shirt almost completely off his arms.

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way, Baek,” you spat out his usually affectionate nickname, hands balling into fists at your sides, “Get off the table this instant.”

“Make me.”

Fine. Hard way it is.

He yelped in surprise as you suddenly wrapped your arms around his middle and gave a sharp yank. He immediately lost his balance, feet stumbling clumsily beneath him as he toppled forward. It took every ounce of your strength to keep him from flipping over your shoulder and face planting on the ground. Somehow, you managed not to fall over before his feet met the ground, his hands gripping tightly at your shoulders as he stared at you in shock. You were quite amazed yourself that your legs hadn’t given out under your combined weight.

“Y/n! I was having fun!” He whined in disappointment, though his body slumped against yours, arms slung lazily over your shoulders as his head rolled back. Whatever stability his body had been able to maintain despite the alcohol in his body was completely drained out by his little performance.

“We’re going home,” you declared with a tone of finality, ignoring his drunken complaints as you guided his wobbly form towards the exit.

“Noooo, let’s stay,” he drawled words slurring, head falling against your shoulder as you struggled to get the front door open, “I wanna dance~”

“You can dance as much as you want when we get home,” you compromised, adding softly, “watch the step,” as you helped him through the doorway and out into the night air.

“Will you dance with me?” He asked hopefully, bottom lip jutting out heavily as he offered you the best pair of puppy dog eyes he could possibly muster.

You felt the corners of your lips twist upwards at his ridiculously adorable expression, heart swooning in your chest. There are something you could never get used to. Even drunk out of his mind, those gorgeous eyes of his never failed to have your stomach flurry with butterflies.

“Maybe.”

That answer seemed to satisfy him enough as he ceased his complaining and resorted to rambling aimlessly about how cute your butt was and clinging to you like a koala as you guided him to your car. But, the idea of dancing the night away was out the window the moment his body came in contact with the comfortable leather of your passenger’s seat. He was out like a light by the time you rounded to the other side and slid into the driver’s seat, soft snores escaping his pink lips. You couldn’t help the grin of amusement that traced your lips. 

What a baby. 

Leaning over the console, you gently brushed his damp bangs off his forehead, pressing a soft kiss just between his brows. Even fast asleep, you caught the slightest hint of a smile teased at the corner of his lips as you drew away. 

But hey, he was your baby. 

[codyfernmorelikedaddyfern]

Could you combine 63 & 91 with Xavier. Either at the fitness studio or at home. Lots of smut please.

Okay so… I started writing this smut prompt and all of a sudden, I felt the light bulb turn on in my head and I was like “Hey. This would fit so well in the Hiding universe.So I wrote it with it in mind… It’s longer than a blurb and it doesn’t have a LOT of smut but, you know, they fuck.

Description: After consuming their relationship for the first time, Xavier struggles to keep his mind off of (Y/N)’s body during his usual aerobic lesson

Warnings: Sex, marking, bruises, the usual…

Word count: 1903

17th May 1984

He couldn’t help his gaze lingering on the swell of her ass or the valley of her breasts. The music, blaring, wasn’t a good enough distraction when he was having the whole room thrust and roll their hips the way he did the night before. How could he focus on their routine when a similar shroud of sweat covered her body, her cheeks still flushed with a dusting of pink? How could he possibly give them an effective workout when the only thing that was going through his mind was (Y/N) desperately asking for more beneath him like the night before.

Xavier had had many lovers, he had fucked plenty of girls and even dabbled with a couple of men. However, there was something so special about how his girl had surrendered herself to him fully, delving far deeper than gentle kisses and tired embraces in the confines of her couch or his bed.(Y/N) had been confident enough to let him taste, feel and truly see her and if he had any doubts about his feelings for the girl before, it was gone quicker than the clothes they wore the night before. Heart thrumming in his chest as he slipped between her folds for the first time, he already knew he was falling in love with her. And so was she.

The clock struck 7 and the tension of have so many eyes trained on his aroused frame left Xavier. Sharing a quick glance,(Y/N) slipped her bag over her shoulder as Montana hooked her finger around the strap to pull her friend with her.“I think Xavier has a thing for you”she teased, poking her (Y/H/C)’s arms. “What do you mean” a blush crept on her face while the blond pulled her to the locker rooms. “He’s had a hard on during the whole class and he looked ready to pounce on you at any second” Tana playfully rolled her eyes at her friend as they made their way to the showers.

It’s only when (Y/N shed her sweat-soaked leotard that the dots connected in Montana’s head. Fingerprints littering her thighs and love bites marking the way down for her collarbones to her navel poorly concealed by the cream towel she wrapped around her body.The expression on the blonde’s face was priceless. She knew all too well the behaviour Xavier could fall into whilst intimate, the need to feel a claim on his lover. The need for them to wear his battle scars. The simple thought of having his girl completely covered under her workout gear whilst no one around her knew how she was begging for him to claim her, touch her and love her.

“So what? We had a bit of fun, (Y/N) playfully rolled her eyes.- How long has it been? Does Chet knows?- It only happened yesterday, chill. And no, he doesn’t know and he doesn’t need to.- So are you guys a thing, the blonde asked.- Tana, it’s really no big deal. We’ve just, you know, been hanging out.- Do you like him?”

The silence and deepening shades of crimson spreading across(Y/N)’s cheeks was good enough of an answer and the flood of answers that passed the blonde’s lips only brought her closer to the conclusion that, as obvious as it was, there was much more than “hanging out” between the both of them, a fact that Xavier and (Y/N) were blatantly aware of.

She silently reached her locker before pulling a fresh outfit out of her bag. “I’ll see you downstairs” the (Y/H/C) smiled at Montana as she slipped her bag over her shoulder, making her way out of the female’s changing room for a toned pair of arms to wrap around her waist.Yanking her back closer to the male’s changing room, the overpowering smell of Xavier’s perfume mixed with body washed made his girl’s heart peak only to calm down pretty much in the same breath. Like a pair of teenagers teetering around the edge of getting caught, they both giggled once faced with each other.

(Y/N) quickly leaned back against the wall, her hands shyly crossed behind her back. He took in the sight of her blushing cheeks and how she slipped her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can’t stop thinking about last night” he whispered after checking the hallway, sure that the halls were empty enough to allow themselves to push another PDA boundary. Reaching up to rest his hand above her head for leverage, he leaned closer, the only thing she could do was chew harder on her lip. “You literally and figuratively blew my mind” his voice teased once again while his lips curved in a cheeky smirk.

Playfully, she gingerly punched his chest as he slipped his other hand in his pocket. “I really want to kiss you right now” Xavier somewhat begged, desired pooling past his lips with a rasp. Her fingers sunk against the aim of his pockets to pull his hips closer as she suppress a chuckle with a tempting “Then do it”. Her neck extended in the same breath as he leaned down, the only thing stopping them to satiate their cravings being the loud clattering of plastic and metal.Instinctively, their fingers left each other’s grasps to straighten up and look in the direction of the noise.

“Sorry about that” Chet mumbled as he walked out of the male’s changing room. “It’s that damn bucket” he continued before pushing past the love birds, turning at the end of the corridor to see Xavier walk back in the changing room. (Y/N) took the hint and slowly made her way down the corridor only to be tugged back in the musty locker room her lover had slipped into.

As he pressed her body against the cold tiles, his lips desperately latched against his mouth, his frame pinning her down to the wall.Parting the kiss to crown her neck with burning hot trails, she gingerly whimpered. “Xavier, we can’t do that here, what if someone catches us?”. A light scoff was all that left his lips as he worked on unbuckling his belt,his other hand clawing and palming at her thighs. “Then we better put on a show, baby girl” his voice rasped once again, releasing his grip on her to pull her further down the room.

Like a pair of fugitives, they quickly pressed each other in one of the many nooks of the shower room and their lips found one another once more to desperately fill the void created by their craving of the other.Quickly than she could process, (Y/N)’s blue denim and cotton panties were pooled at her left ankle, the right one perched high on Xavier’s waist who fought the tight confines of his boxers to free himself.Long and slow strokes were wrapped around his girthy shaft, the lithe fingers of his lover bringing him to full hardness, only stopping as he sheathed himself in a condom. Teeth clashing with another hungry kiss, (Y/N)’s leg pulled the blonde closer. “Someone’s eager” he was quick to tease her only for her to quip back with a “says the one who couldn’t wait to get home”. And she was right, he couldn’t wait. He needed to consume her right here and right now and as he lined himself with her now-dripping folds, she captured her lower lip tightly between her teeth. With a swift roll of his hips, he was finally buried deep between her thighs and she was already whimpering for more.Just like the night before.

Just like they rehearsed less than an hour before, his pelvis went to swivel to meet hers at a moderate pace. (Y/N) softly mewled against the skin of his neck while she nuzzled against him, her hand tucked under his tee-shirt to claw at his supple flesh.The gentle plea for “More” was music to Xavier’s ears and it only encouraged him to thrust quicker between his lover’s thighs after pulling her other leg up to dig deeper in her throbbing cunt. And she was nothing short but eager to let him know how good the faster pace made her feel. White hot sparks of ecstasy coursed through her vein and soon enough, her fingers were committed to dig into the blonde’s back with angry red trails.Another desperate kiss was applying to the column of her neck as she tipped her head back, pants and strained moans escaping her lungs. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.” Xavier rasped, his digits creating new bruises against the gentle skin of her thighs. With his words, she allowed a mewl to echo through the empty shower room. “What if Chet is still around? What if he hears us?” she sheepishly moaned once more right before feeling his cock drill faster into her. “Then, let him hear how good I can make you feel” his words fanned out across her skin.

Her orgasm quickly crept up on her at his words, now letting herself succumb fully to his thrusts. Vocalising louder than before in a lewd harmony, (Y/N) reached her climax. Trembling in her lover’s arms, her cunt tightly fluttered against his shaft as she released. If last night was any sort of reference, the guttural groans and sloppy bucking of his hips only meant that he was on the edge of his own Little Death. Moans sputtered out of his lungs while he released deep between her thighs in the safe confines of the condom he slipped on before consuming his girl.

The tension of their debacle slowly seeping out of the air,he gingerly let himself pull out of her before discarding the condom in a nearby bin. Limply pulling her clothes back on, she chuckled playfully as their eyes met, completely fucked and flushed.Tenderly leaning to press a gentle kiss on (Y/N)’s lips, Xavier wrapped his arms around her waist. “Next time, should we try the women’s room?” he whispered in the shell of her ear as he buckled his belt back in place after adjusting himself back in his clothes.

Despite her face saying “How dare you”, he clearly read the soft “yes please” her eyes silently meant. “Maybe even the janitor’s cupboard?” he finished with a wink as she pushed past him. “Sure but the jackpot is the studio.Still need to practice my splits, remember?” (Y/N) cheekily teased,releasing a little yelp when Xavier’s hand landed a sharp spank to her denim-clad ass, causing her to jog out of the changing room without looking back at her lover.

Scratching the back of his neck, he already wished for it to be next Thursday so he could take (Y/N) out for dinner and happily ask his girl to fully belong to him.

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“D..did you just make that noise?” For Sora/Jyou

Number 20: “D-Did you just make that noise?”

Characters: Sora/Jyou. This takes place sometime during the Tri timeline. I tried to add some references to other pairings you like, so if you squint, I hope you can see them. I absolutely loved the idea of all of the Chosen in their little Halloween costumes, and had to stop myself around 1500 words because I was getting way too excited. Also, I apologize for the abrupt ending!

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In retrospect, maybe encouraging her rambunctious group of friends to go to a haunted house on Halloween may not have been the best idea she’s ever had, but Takenouchi Sora refused to admit defeat. The past week had been stressful, filled with exams, sports tournaments, and holiday festivities. The group was due for some relaxation.

As Sora watched Daisuke and Iori competitively inhale their second yakitori, she felt more like a mother hen tending to her chicks than a high schooler. “Hey, guys!” she called, attempting to gather the attention of at least two of their collective braincells. Any response she might have received would have been lost in the throngs of people that crowded the waterfront. Festival tents lined the shore, the smells of fried food and pumpkin spice wafted through the air.

Each second of silence only added to her annoyance. She had worked endlessly for days to plan this get together, and it seemed that no one was taking it seriously. “Did you need something, Sora-san?” A small squeak escaped her throat as her body whipped around in surprise. The skirt of her devil costume swayed around her hips as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

“Oh, it’s you, Jyou-senpai.” She managed, heart pounding in her chest. A Bakemon costume (hand crafted by Mimi) hung off his thin frame, casting grueling shadows across his cheekbones. The sight reminded her of their first encounter with the ghost-like creatures, all wrapped up and ready for a sacrifice.

Instead of responding, the gentleman in question smiled a toothless grin. The soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated dark blue eyes as they scanned the crowd for his friends. “You know, everyone looks like they’re having fun.”

From their position on the outskirts of the festival grounds, Sora could make out Mimi’s hair as the girl mercilessly teased Koushiro. Her cat costume left little to the imagination, and Koushiro’s pink cheeks contrasted against his blue wizard robes.

Sora’s tension eased when her eyes landed on a blonde vampire and his mummified friend chatting amiably next to a noodle cart, toothy grins gleaming under the lights. It always soothed her worries when those two boys managed to get along. Their siblings, ever the rowdy pair, competed head-to-head in a heated battle for dominance: dart throwing. At stake? A month supply of strawberry ice cream for the girl in the Wizardmon-inspired ensemble and a kiss on the cheek for a smaller, blonder vampire. Sora laughed lightly as Takeru’s last swing wedged itself in the bullseye and Hikari’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Even if it wasn’t Miyako’s slightly off-key voice that filtered through the karaoke speakers, she would have been easy enough to find in her full Sailor Moon cosplay. Ken had managed to slip away and join Iori and Daisuke in their quest to consume any meat that was wedged onto a stick. They looked darling, Sora decided, dressed as Alvin, Simon, and Theodore.

“I guess. I just wanted everyone to go to the haunted house together. What’s the point of planning this get together if we all aren’t, you know, getting together?” Punctuating question with a sigh, her shoulders slumped forward. “But,” she continued, “they all look happy enough, so it’s okay.”

Jyou opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. Sora’s hands fiddled with the plastic horns nestled in her hair. Her eyes flicked towards her navy-haired friend as he cleared his throat nervously. “Well, just because they won’t go doesn’t mean we can’t.”

Her rejection died in her throat when her eyes settled on his hidden smile and flushed cheeks. “Jyou-senpai, you don’t have to sacrifice your night to entertain me. I’ll be fine. Besides, I think Koushiro-san might spontaneously combust if Mimi-chan tries to feed him again.”

In an uncharacteristic act of boldness, his slender fingers wrapped themselves around her wrist. “C’mon,” he said, turning his neck to meet her eyes, “You need to live a little.” Sora allowed him to tug her down the boardwalk and towards the old courthouse. If the twisted, bloody smiles of the clowns weren’t enough to double the young girl’s heart rate, the shrill, primal screams spilling out into the October air were.

If the twitch of Jyou’s hand on her wrist was any indication, he was becoming apprehensive as well. His smile never wavered, nor did his grip on her. Before Sora could decide whether or not to kindly remove his fingers, the pair were shoved in a group of Love Live! Idols and various farm animals. “Welcome to the House of Terror!” gritted the clown from before, his pungent odor testing the limits of the young girl’s gag reflex. His mouth opened once more, but whatever advice he was about to give them was drowned out by the screeching of the entrance erupting wildly on its hinges.

“Right this way, my pretties.” an old woman crooned from the building, voice reminiscent of branches scratching against a window. Sora shivered, but allowed Jyou and some stranger dressed as a rooster to push her along.

Her tension eased once the group left the corrupt clown outside. The hallway they entered was eerie, a black light illuminating the fabric of Jyou’s costume. One of the school idols screamed as an arm reached out from behind a blood-splattered curtain to caress her. Sora pressed herself closer to her companion. Wordlessly, his fingers reached down to grab her own, giving her palm what Sora assumed was supposed to be a reassuring squeeze. If his hands hadn’t of been so sweaty, she might have been comforted.

The black sheets opened into a large room filled to the brim with children. Dismembered baby dolls littered the ground, limbs hanging from the rafters above. The Chosen of Love smoothed down her pleated skirt, eyes avoiding the creature in the corner. A young girl, no older that thirteen, sat alone on the far side of the room. Dressed in a simple white gown, the child chanting something, but her voice was so low and haunting that Sora couldn’t make it out. Water dripped from her dark hair, and her lips were painted sea-sickening blue.

A couple dressed as cows made a run for the door on the other end of the room, utters quaking in fear. Their hooves slipped on a severed baby arm, and their spots went flying. Jyou tensed, the crunch he heard after the fall not boding well with his first-aid training. Sora looked around helplessly as the pair of utters still hadn’t gotten back up. ‘Oh, gods.’ she thought, stomach anxiously twisting itself into knots.

The group’s guide had suddenly disappeared.

“D-Did you just make that noise?” Jyou whispered into her ear. For a second, the red-haired girl had to convince herself that the shiver she felt was a result from the chilly atmosphere, and not the fact that his lips had been that close to her skin.

In all honesty, her heart had been pounding too loudly for her to hear much of anything, but with one look at the soulless girl in the corner, she turned towards Jyou. “No, but let’s get out of here!”

Jumping over the up-turned cows and various idols, the pair ran towards the rickety door. Apparently, the staff on the other side had no idea they were expecting the next group of people to terrorize, as the bloody nurses and doctors still engaged in an intense lip lock.

“G- Gomen'nasai.” Jyou stuttered, a flush reaching his hair line. His little devil companion felt as uncomfortable as he looked. “Um,” the polyester doctor called out, “this room is occupied.” Sora made haste to drag her and Jyou away from the hormonal teenagers before he could give them The Talk. He attempted the same thing with the younger kids a few months prior, and nearly cried when they were the ones to correct him.

Red light filtered through the hazy hospital room, but Sora recognized an exit when she saw one. “This way, Jyou-senpai!” she yelled, tugging his arm behind her.

The pair burst into the warm October night, panting and sweating. It took several minutes for the pair to catch their breaths and ever longer to notice their mischievous friends staring at them.

Takeru’s laughter startled Sora, her hand flying up as if to hold her heart in her chest. As her orange eyes rose to meet mahogany, she found herself temporarily blinded by the flash of a camera. “Hmm,” Hikari mused, “this one may be cute enough to develop.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s developing.” the younger, annoying, traitorous vampire giggled out. His basketball reflexes proved useful as he dodged an attack from the little devil, pulling an amused Wizardmon behind him. “See you love birds later!” he called out cheekily, admiring his own pun.

“Get back here, you guys!”

Jyou laughed quietly beside her, the hood of his costume bunching around his shoulders. “Ah, just let them have their fun. Besides, I’m pretty sure that sound I heard was the growl of your stomach.”

Fingers still intertwined; Sora allowed her senpai to tug her towards the tents of food. On the way down, her eye caught Mimi’s. In a strange way, the well-placed wink and sly smile on her friend’s face seemed to be a cue of sorts., and Sora tightened her grip on Jyou’s hand.

“Hey, Jyou-san, how do you feel about splitting some ujikintoki?”

[scribblesofanaricat]

Kaleidoscope Icarus

(big thank you to Toni for helping me with parts of this)

Alone in bed. Covers twitch. Clock hands rattle around their beaten path and I count it backwards. A meander towards oblivion.

I see my reflection blink. It must like watching me thrash in blue sleep.

Narrow staircase, no socks, tea bag fossils pinned to the wall, I count them up, all six, any colour I like as long as that colour is yellowish grey.

I inhale indifferent coffee broth with a side order of whichever death cult the screen hunched in the corner is serving up today. Bidding its junkies a good afternoon and then meting out a lethal dose of contradictions. It beats down on me as a sun would: simple, forcible, inevitable, ordained.

I’m not Icarus.

Even so, quick fears still tread on my heels after I kill the show and instead pay a call to the frosted-glass moon low in that blank page of a sky. Shoes dangling over a railway bridge, one a lovely Twitter-blue, lemon laces trailing like a severed leash, the other was once violet. Jaundiced glances from pedestrians and passengers cursing the back of my neck.

They plant themselves beside me because where else would they go? We don’t say much, never do, “our glass roots were love when lilac liquids flowed invisible” and “my powdered soul occurs from sun sight with figure flames and smoke” and “if we lose time by staring freely and counting sound, you’re told about it accidentally”, that sort of thing. And we do submerge our long short hours in staring freely and we do count sound since we’re not the type to move mountains, although young by our own reckoning. We know it - or we think we know.

Amongst foggy vows to meet again tomorrow, they clear off and I’m left with the grains of my own soul, the static in my skull, wearing it like a flannel shirt. House prices. Affairs. Break-ins, breakouts. Blares of ‘protect our free speech, protect our children!’ born from whatever illusory agenda they’re being warned against by the king agenda-pushers this time...another monologue from another plastic jack-in-office here to fuck us around...

Sometimes I could carve it all into my skin with a dirty needle and not flinch.

We end up huddled like penguins in the fug heaving around my room. We’d have thought the dawn of the end times would look different, something that’d be splattered over our calendars and marked in history. Instead we’re met with a whitewashed wall from the screens and newshounds even as we watch it happen in 3D. Nothing to do now but wait.

‘I don’t give a damn.’ They’re flung down on their stomach, right arm stowed under an Everest of pillows and left arm glancing off the carpet. ‘I don’t care, I couldn’t...we’re gonna flatline someday soon and we’ll nosedive into Hell and I’d still take that over this shit…I’ve got to see that ocean again, though...just one last time…’

‘Mhm.’ I’m stiff. Stiff yet floaty. The screen crouches there, rattling off a story from America about some toupeed sore loser being forcibly dragged out of the White House with the boot of millions tattooed on his arse. Let them have their pipe dream, let them have their ocean, their fickle friend with its brackish spray, rolling pulse, delusive serenity, useless but to go to your watery grave in… if I scorn it hard enough, I can almost smell it.

I outstretch my rusty arms, gathering the ceiling in a remote embrace, and begin to narrate. ‘After the downfall from the empty pages of a multitude, myths started to creep back through the gaps in the world we saw. They’d been driven feet-first out of society by the threat of extinction long ago and so they’d had to hide themselves away over the rooms of sighs they found.’ The haze seethes and swirls, fashioning hieroglyphs from my breath.

They shift beside me, breathe it in. Counting sound. I survey it all as they draw it down into their lungs and bloodstream - giants and Lilliputians, fae and demons, sister ships sleeping in spoken hiding places, uman babies feeding off a wolf who bares her teeth at us. And Icarus. Taking to the air, lured by the glare that swallowed all else and eagerly drinking it down, until he fell so far and so fast that nobody could save him.

Not like us. We won’t be led astray. We are not the imperfect sight, crimped, bought with ballads.

‘But their memories were long and their bloodlust ran deep as trembling nails. And whatever scraps of human society were left had their turn to hide, or to pose as something different - pretend to be one thing when they were really another, in case they were in line for the wrath of their former fantasies.’

I recline on my mountaintop carpet in the soupy silence after my short tale gives out, waiting. Waiting perhaps for a flashbulb of understanding or for guesses at regions of dry ideas. The clock shudders into its next aspect. Bonded pattern, distorted mosaic.

‘C’n we go to th’ocean?’ is what they exhale at length. I lie there. Head sagging into my chest. Dead rain of a crowd. And then I patter on about spume and pulse and deceit, and about rock shadows standing full at Phoenician attestations, and by God, it’s like reading a bedtime story (or maybe an aloof comedy) to a toddler and almost as easy.

So we sprout in the bleary armchair of the ocean. Coast and universe falling away like a house of cards beneath our shoeless steps. They ask pinch-eyed if I brought a laptop along with me (of course I didn’t; the world watches us out of the corner of its panoramic eye enough as it is) and seem satisfied with my answer. I droop backwards so the rocks can catch me, mendacious as the water - that slumbering giant - but in the opposite direction, downside up. I have to wonder if the sky could be the same way, or if it’s merely everything and nothing. The aridity of all.

A boat worms along the horizon, eats it up inch by inch. That old static begins to pulsate against the core of my head, guessing at who or what could be in there. The newest pet of the media, pockets padded with the benefits from yesterday’s public-spirited stunt, familiarising themself with the bits of fruit floating in the middle of an etched glass and awaiting the casting call for yet another lone hero who’s the only force insulating their precious homeland from the evils of truth and the nefarious threat of equality.

Maybe a consortium of sallow flesh and bloated eyes, red as tongues of flame yet seeing only in black and white, skin honeycombed with pinprick holes. They give and take manufactured fairy tales that accelerate their enslavement, fire their last magic bullet together in a binding act of mercy.

Or a smoke-bearded fisherman and his helpmate with salt water in their veins, in their stirring times; they haul up their meshwork and inspect its captives. Look at these beauties, they marvel every time, a record dashing against its broken needle like a baby bird against a window. Or something - I don’t fucking know what fishermen talk about. Are there fishermen anymore? I guess there must be.

As I study the vessel, purling with the wind, it metamorphoses fitfully into a whale. Its heaving back is encrusted with arthropods. Plunging its way into nowhere. Watch through unchartered eyes as its tail heaves up into the air, blotting out the sun, before it too plunges beneath the depths, beneath the waves, into the dark, dark blue-grey murmurs and untapped power of the abyss. I wonder what sort of watery graves still dwell there, trapped, locked in and locked out. The corpse of a ship. The corpse of a whale.

The sun dissolves into the horizon, spilling its aureate blood over the sea-shaped cemetery. I drink it in; it comes out in puffs of icy white. The smouldering glare lances across my eyes, burning, gnawing. I close them. I breathe cold.

My wax wings splinter. But will not melt.

Their pixelated face reappears above my own, sun’s gore cleaving to their hair with a shimmer, and jab me with a bone. And we trudge back over clumps of sand, the world brightening and darkening, brightening and darkening. The light parts liquefy like butter in a pan, overflowing, flowing, flowing until there’s no more left to flow. Until it evaporates and its burnished blush is briskly replaced by glitter and dazzle and tiny flickers of rainbow bouncing off little jewels.

I breathe warmth. The radio goes on at me, goes on, goes on, a webspinner sniping its threads.

Time hangs suspended for the lion’s share of the night. Screens paralysed in an eternal moment. The masked puppets on one side, me on the other. They dance, bow, spin on wire strings. They get tangled. They do not move any longer. Asides from the occasional twitch and twist, as weak as that of a dying deer caught in the scheming beauty of the headlights. They do not get free. Eventually they too are still.

I move onwards.

We separate then, me and them. Their fingers dance in the air as the light of the sky slips through the cracks of the earth. ‘We’re completely and irreversibly fucked.’ It’s somewhere between question and statement. I watch them droop away, hands tucked in pockets of woven clouds and leather, until the night embraces them and their shadow melts much like the light had. Tipped-over oil, trickling away.

I watch. I wait. I breathe.

I move onwards.

The wet earth slumps when I step upon it, its cold breathing into the soles of my worn shoes. I look towards the sky, up and up and up, so far that I cannot see. The sun has sunk, withered away. Gone. Gone and perhaps never to return. You never know. Never know.

The moon is rising now, the stars winking like oh so much spilled glitter. I see the sun's reflection here, its beaming glow bouncing off the pale white surface of the small planet as though it were an alien mirror. This is how you know it's there, even when it’s faded away. Gone but never quite so.

But its blazing heat is no longer here to thwart me, even if its glimmer is still present. I spread my wax wings. I breathe, I live, I rise, I die. That wet earth hums its lullaby of little critters, chirping crickets and twittering bats and the frozen old breath of ghosts long dead. Disdainful wind freezes my nose and lips and ears. I soar…

I am not Icarus.

The dark sky cradles me like black ocean water. The shimmers of light are fish, sparkling beneath the waves, the moon their only beacon. My only beacon. I breathe warmth in the cold night air. Prickles of goosebumps along the skin of my arms and legs. I am the warmth, but the cold consumes me slowly.

I float lazily, there and not there, alive and dead, warm and cold. An angel on wax wings, a ghost long dead and gone, a corpse at the bottom of the ocean. Fuck. I breathe a disclaimer of disaster, a rage against the remorseless. I breathe warmth, then cold, then nothing. Just to double check.

The golden-white glimmers of school fish trail past, streaks of astigmatic light. The moon smiles down at me, a comforting glow. A lantern hung by gods of old on invisible chains. The mirror of the sun. The dancing partner of the earth. The lighthouse of the sea.

My beacon in the sky.

It does not melt my wings. I am not Icarus.

I soar. On and on, the sparkling sky, the gentle sea. The land leaves me far behind, the twinkle of city lights fading into nothing but open waters, open skies. Nothing but starlights. Nothing but moonlight.

There is nothing waiting for me. Fuck. They have melted into the shadows, slipped like dry sand between fingers, like dry sand in an hourglass, like water in a hole-littered bucket. It is only me and the star speckled sky. Me and the moon.

I'm not sure how long I stay, floating between schools of sparkling starfish. Slowly, the moon rises…falls…and the sun creeps up behind me like a monster in a cave, turning the sky from black to blue…green…then spilling yellow, melted butter, sunstreaked blood across the horizon, its burning light warming my frozen cheeks…soothing my goosebumps…the black sea once more becomes its sparkling blue-ish green. Fuck. The stars fade like fleeing fish and vanishing ghosts. I breathe cold into the warmth.

My wax wings drip in the light. The sunlight burns my eyes, searing my retina, boiling my cornea. I squeeze them shut. I wobble and sway, a dance in the sunrise. I dance, bow, spin on wire strings and liquid wings. I become tangled. I tumble down a narrow staircase, no socks, teabag fossils pinned to the wall.

Wind sighs in my ears. I see my reflection blink in the waves far below. It must like watching me thrash in yellow dreams. The world beats down on me as the sun is now; simple, forcible, inevitable, ordained. The world crumbles around me, earth cracking, water roaring, sky tearing and tearing like shreds of paper in the hands of scissor-happy children. I am a puppet on broken strings and I am falling with nothing but the frigid embrace of the ocean to catch me, where the whale-ship corpse sleeps. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I breathe and it is cold. The sun blazes like a beacon. It is life. It is the death cult and that fear tingles down my spine.

A shoe of lovely Twitter-blue falls free, lemon laces flapping wildly. I outstretch my rusty arms, as though to catch it like a ball during playtime in the schoolyard, swamped in the too-big uniform of bright purple, a blazer that fell well past my knees. But I cannot catch myself.

I’m falling.

Falling, falling, falling like Icarus.

[banashee]

 Love comes on two and four legs

 Bucky curses up a blue storm as he realizes he’s forgotten his umbrella at the therapist’s office - again. He knows he’s had the last appointment of the day though, so they’re likely closed by now, and besides, he is already halfway home. There is no use in going back now when he’ll be back again on Friday.

 In a vain attempt to stay somewhat dry, he pulls the collar of his leather jacket as high as he possibly can, hurrying through the streets of New York in pouring rain. No one looks at him twice, which is a relief. He’s still kinda new to this civilian kind of lifestyle and when he’d first started therapy, he’d been an anxious wreck. Always feeling watched, uncomfortable in his own skin to the point where he’d refused to leave the flat on his own.

 It’s been two years since then, and while there still is a lifetime of trauma to work through and he’s having his fair share of bad days, there is no denying that Bucky is generally happy these days.

 Deep thunder rumbles in the sky, and the raindrops only get thicker - Bucky is almost running, but he is long since soaking wet.

 “Seriously Thor, now? You couldn’t have waited for like 30 minutes or so?” he complains under his breath as another thunder rumbles. Then he takes a sharp corner and hurries past an alleyway.

 Or at least, he wants to hurry, but then he picks up a small noise and stops in his tracks.

 There it is again. A small, high pitched whine, coming from a dumpster.

 Bucky frowns, stepping closer. When he opens the lid and the stench of New York garbage creeps up into his nostrils, but the meowing gets louder.

 A second later, Bucky is ripping open the plastic bag where the noise is coming from and then, a tiny, dirty ball of fur looks up at him with large blue eyes. It just about breaks his heart. Carefully, Bucky reaches out and picks the kitten up into his arms.

 “Oh, sweetheart. Who did this to you?”

 Another, pitiful meow is the answer. When Bucky runs one finger of his flesh hand softly over the kittens head, it starts purring immediately.

 “You’re coming home with me.” he decides, and wraps his new little friend into his leather jacket - suddenly, getting soaked through doesn’t look as bad anymore.

 The rest of the way is wet and cold, but there is a purring ball of fur snuggled up against his chest and Bucky knows the kitten already stole his heart. Huh. So this is what it must be like to be Clint - he’ll give him so much shit for this, after years of Bucky accepting his tendency to pick up any animal that is abandoned or lost that crosses his way. Which is a lot.

 But Clint is unable to leave anything to suffer without at least trying to help, and as much as Bucky teases him for turning their apartment into a foster home for strays on a regular basis, he loves him for it. He loves him for it because it shows how much he cares.

 And now he’s picked up a stray of his own.

 When Bucky opens the door to their apartment he does so with one hand and calls,

 “Darling, I’m home!”

 A blond head peaks up from behind a huge coffee pot.

 “Hey Baby!”

 Clint gets up from his spot on the breakfast bar and crosses the room to greet his boyfriend. He stops right before he goes for a hug and just pecks him on the lips before asking,

 “What’cha got there?” while gesturing to the bundled up leather jacket in his arms.

 As if on cue, the white kitten wiggles it’s head out and meows again.

 “Found her - him? - I’ll go with ‘her’ for now - in a dumpster. Poor thing was screaming her head off in a plastic bag.” Bucky explains, and Clint carefully  reaches out, letting the kitten sniff his hand before gently petting it.

 “Poor baby. Who’s the bastard who did this to you, huh? I just want to talk.” he asks the kitten and once again, it’s purring under the touch. Clint smiles fondly. He’s always had a knack for picking up strays, and it sure looks like he’s finally rubbed off on Bucky.

 It’s not like Bucky would be anything but wonderful and supportive. He helps to take care of the little and not-so-little critters, stays up all night if needed and he will make runs to the vet and to get supplies without getting told or a single word of complaint. He’ll happily do all that and much more, but until now, it’s always been Clint who turned up home with a creature in need. Dogs, cats, birds. One one occasion, even a ferret, which was quickly picked up by his very grateful owner.

 Besides seething anger towards the people who are cruel enough to abuse and abandon animals and rapidly building up love for the kitten, this whole situation leaves Clint quietly gleeful. Oh, how the tables have turned.

 “We still have kitten formula in the kitchen, do we?” Bucky asks, scratching the fluffy chin and smiles when kitty leans into his touch.

 “Always.”

 They’re well stocked up on animal supplies, prepared for unexpected fluffy or feathery visitors any time of the day.

 “Wanna go change while the water heats up?”

 Bucky has no idea how long the cat was left in that alleyway, but he’s sure she must be starving. So he shakes his head.

 “I’m good for now.”

 The milk is prepared in no time, and Bucky feeds it to her with a small syringe and special nips just for this purpose.

 He’s always been fond of animals, and living with Clint and Lucky certainly has gotten him used to being surrounded by them. But right at this moment, something fierce and protective is burning in his chest. As the white, fluffy ball of fur is hungrily drinking the offered milk, mewling a little every now and then, and Bucky just knows he’s done for.

 He’s had this cat for not even an hour, and he already knows he’d willingly kill and die for her - Clint looks at him, with a small smile and so much love, he clearly knows what Bucky is thinking right at this moment.

 After all, Clint himself had beat up a bunch of assholes and then paid a fortune at the vet when he rescued Lucky from the very same asses he’d kicked that day.

 No words are needed, but when the kitten is no longer hungry and Bucky is stroking her fur with so much care and a happy little smile, he takes a good look at him and another one at the cat.

 Bucky looks soaked and cold, and he should have gotten out of his clothes much sooner. The cat, although dry, has dark spots caked in her fur. It’s a very sorry sight, the two of them.

 Clint runs one gentle hand through his boyfriends long dark hair and his fingertips over the kittens head. He decides to break up this cozy round before all of them fall asleep right on the spot.

 “Okay, I think Kitty here needs a bath and so do you.”

 Bathing is not exactly the kittens favourite activity. She voices her disapproval with constant tiny meows while Bucky keeps apologizing over and over, reassuring the cat that it’s all for the best.

 They seem to have come to a mutual understanding once she’s clean and wrapped into a fluffy towel. It’s been warmed up on the heater, and the sound of content purring keeps Bucky company while he steps into the shower himself.

 When washing his hair with a conditioner, he can make out the sound of the doorbell going off, quickly followed by excited barking, a female voice and laughter. All of this can only mean one thing - Kate is here and she brought Lucky back.

 Both of these things are great news, and by the time both Bucky and the cat leave the bathroom, she’s already sprawled on the armchair with her legs hanging over one side. She’s gesturing with her hand holding a mug of coffee while Clint nods along to her story, attention half on her and half on Lucky who demands belly scratches from him.

 “Katie!” With a wide grin, Bucky reaches down to ruffle her hair. She hates this particular move. Most people would lose a finger for attempting this, but Kate loves Bucky and always lets him get away with it. So naturally, he does it whenever he gets the chance.

 “Robocop!” Kate exclaims happily, catches his arm and pulls him down for a hug. Bucky needs to angle his body so the bundled up cat cradled in his other arm doesn’t get crowded.

 “Good to see you. And careful there, we’ve got a visitor.”

 The cat chirps at that, like she’s trying to say, “Hi, yes, I’m here!” and Kate scoots closer to take a look.

 “Hello tiny one. Who are you?” Kate coos at the kitten, gently reaching out. Cautiously at yet another new human, the cat sniffs at her hand, then accepting Kate petting her.

 About a minute later, three grown adults and one large dog are sprawled across the living room floor as they watch the kitten slowly emerge from the towels and start exploring her new environment.

 Lucky seems to be interested, but remains calm. He is long used to meeting other animals, and so far, he has been gentle and well behaved with all of them. As time goes on, the kitten gets a little braver and walks straight up to the dog.

 Lucky is crouched down to the floor with his front paws, back legs propped up and tail wagging. As the cat walks up to him, the message “come on, let’s play!” is written all over his face and he boops her with his nose.

 The size difference is enormous. Lucky is a large dog, and although he is of gentle nature, there is a lot of strength packed into him. He might get overexcited and waltz into people, clear the living room table with his tail or tackle Clint to the floor whenever he comes home dead on his feet, but he knows to be careful when interacting with kids or smaller animals.

 This kitten is literally the size of his snout. Despite this, she lumbers over and cautiously raises one tiny paw and quickly taps Lucky’s nose. He sniffs her, then gives her another boop with his nose. After a while of back and forth, he simply flops down onto the floor without a care in the world and the kitten curls up on Bucky’s lap again to take a long nap.

 It’s been a long, long day.

 When Bucky is curled around Clint that night, with Lucky by their feet and a little nest of blankets and a heating pad for kitty to cocoon into right next to the bed, he’s happy and content. Part of him is wondering, wishing… With a sigh, he falls asleep and the last thing he notices is the feeling of fur under his fingertips from where his hand is dangling off of the bed. Then a soft kiss to the sensitive skin on his neck, and he is out like a light.

 The next day, first thing after breakfast, they make a field trip to their usual vet. While the kitten didn’t seem to be particularly unwell, they want to make sure she is all well as she can be - especially to think of the way Bucky has found her in the first place.

 He’s done this countless times before, and yet this is different. Bucky finds himself even more concerned, even more protective than usual, but as it turns out, the kitten is as well as she can be. A little girl, mostly healthy although undernourished. With love, care, time and regular check ups, she will have a happy start in life, the vet says with a smile and sends them back on their way.

 Both Bucky and Clint are relieved to hear this - as adorable as the first evening has been, both of them have been concerned.

 “So…” Clint starts, pulling Bucky out of his kitty-watching-trance as they sit in the subway with the carrier in between them, “Do you know what you wanna call her?”

 It only takes him one long look into the blue eyes and the fluffy white fur to decide.

 “Alpine. I think she looks like Alpine.”

 As if to agree, Alpine chirps and Bucky all but melts into a puddle. This cat has totally wrapped him around her paw and she knows it.

 “I just-” he stops himself, but Clint looks at him questioningly. “I just hope whoever ends up adopting her likes that name, too.”

 Bucky is pathetically proud that he sounds as calm as he does. He has fallen heads over heels in love with this little creature, and as much as he’d love to keep her, he knows they can’t keep every stray they find. Letting go means more space for more little lives they can save.

 “Oh I’m sure he does.” Clint answers instantly.

 “Wait, you already know…?”

 “Of course. He’s kinda tall, dark hair, a bit grumpy looking. Metal arm,” Clint continues, and Bucky is left sitting there dumbfounded as he alternates between staring into his boyfriend’s eyes and into the cat carrier.

 “...Real handsome fella, great abs by the way, and don’t get me started on-” Okay, so he’s definitely blushing now. Goddamnit.

 “Oh my God, Clint, stop flirting, you’ve already got me. Can we maybe go back to the part where Alpine is somehow… Mine?”

 The little old lady sitting across from them chuckles, shoots them a fond look and then pretends to look out the window instead of eavesdropping on their conversation. She is not nearly as sneaky as she might think - or maybe she just doesn’t care.

 Clint blinks, then smiles. “Of course. You’ve found her, and I don’t think anyone would be able to separate the two of you even if they tried. Not that I’d want to. I love watching you interact with her.”

 “Aww, how sweet.” the old lady coos, and Bucky can feel his cheeks heat up even more, but there are butterflies in his stomach. He didn’t think he could fall any more in love with this wonderful man next to him. He is well aware that he is probably grinning like a fool, but he’s too happy to care.

 He is in love, life is good, and he’s a Cat Dad now. Taking the hand Clint is offering in his own, fingers intertwined, he remains mostly in silence for the rest of the ride home.

 Really, what else could he possibly wish for?

 If anyone would have told him a few years ago that this would be his life one day, he’d have thought it to be a cruel joke. But it’s very much real, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

 “Lucky, we’re home!”

 The announcement is entirely unnecessary, since the dog in question is already waiting behind the door, ready to greet his humans in the proper fashion he approves of - running face first into their legs and getting up on his hind legs to be able to reach their faces to lick.

 “Hey, boy. Yes, I know, we’ve been gone forever.” Clint is rubbing Lucky’s ears just the way he knows he loves, and is rewarded with a sweet, absolutely content, open mouthed doggy smile and a wagging tail.

 Bucky snorts - it’s not even lunch time, but try explaining that logic to the dog. It doesn’t stop him from petting Lucky just as much as always, because coming home here still feels like the best thing ever.

 “Look, your little sister is back home again.” Bucky tells the dog while gently ruffling his fur.

 With perfect timing as always, Alpine is strolling out of the now open carrier like she owns the world, then she patiently allows Lucky to lick her head a few times. She leans into the touch and flops down to the floor, completely happy where she is as long as Lucky remains close to provide a heat source.

 Later in the day, Bucky naps on the couch with Alpine curled up on his chest. Her purring vibrates through him like a little motor, and while dozing off, he can feel something settle deep in his chest.

 Bucky is on the way out of his therapists office once again when his phone vibrates with a new text message from Clint. He steps to the side in the hallway, because of course it’s pouring from the skies outside once again.

 When he opens up their ongoing conversation, there are two new messages - a video, and a row of purple hearts and crying emojis. Nothing else.

 He uses the wifi of the building to download the video, and when he lets it play, Bucky is about to melt into a puddle right there and then.

 The video shows the cozy corner by the heater in their bedroom, and Lucky is in his usual spot in his fluffy dog bed. From the side of the frame, Alpine climbs into it and snuggles up right into the dog's face.

 Alpine is as tiny and fuzzy as always, which never fails to steal anyone's heart.

 But especially next to Lucky’s giant head and the way he grooms her until she’s got enough and simply wants to snuggle more has Bucky clutching his phone in a deathgrip, smiling all over and getting impatient to be home.

 Before he heads off, he replies with just about the same emojis that Clint sent with his message, then Bucky forwards the video to Steve, Nat and Sam.

 Another night, not long after, Clint walks into the apartment to find music playing loudly.

 He doesn’t need to go far in to check what’s going on, because he can already see Bucky waltzing through the room with Alpine in his arms, looking like he doesn’t have a single care in the world.

 Clint falls in love with him all over again, and he spends quite a bit of time just standing in the doorway, watching the scene in front of him with a besotted smile. He loves coming home to this - so much.

 When Bucky sees him, he waltzes over, still holding Alpine in one arm, he pulls Clint close to dance with him - and who is he to deny a beautiful man his wish when he looks at him with so much sparkling happiness in his eyes?

 It doesn’t matter that Bucky is in sweatpants and fluffy socks while Clint still wears his combat boots, carefully avoiding stepping on any toes. They’re simply living in the moment, as best as they can.

 Lucky, sprawled all over the couch, just blinks his one remaining eye open to watch what the funny humans are up to now - then he dozes back off, content just where he is.

*+~

Prompt No. 27 - Little Sister

                             Notes:  

This is the most adorable video. And it was my inspiration for writing this ♥

https://banashee.tumblr.com/post/626543621873795072/everythingfox-illegally-small-via

[softpepperony]

Mission: Kitten

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,508

Warnings: VERY brief mention of animal abuse

Summary: You fall in love with a kitten from the shelter you volunteer at. After meeting him, Bucky does too, he just takes his sweet time to admit it. FLUFF

*This is my first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad, I’m sorry. Don’t be afraid to leave constructive criticism or even prompts in my inbox! TY<3*

You got in your car with your new cat, Finnigan. After years of volunteering at the local animal shelter, you’re surprised you’ve made it this long without taking at least one of the animals you take care of home. Part of the reason was that your boyfriend, Bucky had made the “no pets” rule. It wasn’t that he didn’t like animals or was allergic, he was just worried that your lifestyles wouldn’t make allowances for such adorable little balls of fur. After all, he was an Avenger and you worked for S.H,I.E.L.D, so your lives were a little unpredictable. But this little guy stole your heart the minute you saw him. He’s just over six months old with long black and white fur. His missing eye and smushed face are just to die for. You set Finnigan’s, or Finny’s for short, carrier in your passenger seat and began to make the drive home. 

“Oh Finny”, you say to the carrier to your right, “I’m sure he’ll love you... don’t be nervous... are you nervous?”

Of course he isn’t nervous you think to yourself He’s a cat! You’re the one who’s nervous [Y/N]

The rest of the ride home was you rehearsing how tonight would go 

“Hey Buck... You know I love you very much.. right” no

“Hey babe... don’t be mad at me BUT” oh no, he’s definitely gonna be mad

“Hey buck... iknowyousaidnopetsbutthisoneisspecialandicouldn’tsaynosopleasecanwekeephim” Well, at least it’s straight to the point. 

You pull into the driveway before you were done planning the scenario in your head.  

“looks like I’m winging it” you mutter under your breath. 

You get out of the car and take Finny’s carrier in one hand and fling your bag over your shoulder with the other. You were just about to open the door, but Bucky beat you to it. 

“Hey doll, how was the shelter today?” a soft voice asks as he pulls you into a hug.

“Oh ya know, it was.... great just.....great” you reply, trying to conceal Finnigan’s carrier behind your legs. 

“Oh? Is Everything ok? Here.. let me take your bags for you” He takes your purse from your shoulder and then reaches for the carrier. “Um Doll, what’s that?”

Shoot. Uhhhh cover it up

“Bucky.. that’s my purse... I take that with me everywhere... It has my phone, wallet, keys..” 

“I mean... what’s... why is that plastic case meowing?” 

Buckyyyyy this wasn’t part of the plan

“Look, Buck.. I know you had told me no pets, but this little guy... I just.. couldn’t say no to him. He hasn’t left me alone since we brought him in” You say as you lift Finnigan out of his carrier. “I mean, c’mon look at his little face! And his fluffy fur!!” 

“[Y/N], I told you, we can’t have a pet. We can’t take care of a pet! Maybe if you brought home something smaller like a fish, it would’ve been fine! But a cat? Where is he gonna sleep? What does he eat? What if he makes a mess of our place?” He looks at your falling expression, “what if we have to go on a mission all of a sudden?”

“Bucky, It’d be YOU going on a mission, remember? I’m the brains, you’re the muscle.”

“Doll....”

“Please Buck, please?”

As hard as he’s tried, Bucky Barnes could never say no to you. 

You notice Bucky deep in thought, after a few seconds and your puppy dog eyes looking directly at him, he finally declares, “Fine, I suppose he could stay. For a little bit at least” 

“YAY! Bucky, thank you so much!!!” You throw your arms around him, leaving almost no room for poor Finny. You don’t realize this until you hear a faint squeak come from between your bodies. “Sorry Finny, I’m just so happy you’re finally home” 

You bring your purse and Finny inside, leaving Bucky to take the carrier. 

“I just want you to know this is TEMPORARY” You hear Bucky’s voice call from behind. “what are we going to do with him?”

“Well, he’ll need a bed, food, a water dish... a litter box” you reply.

“And where exactly will we get these things from?”

“Well, if you don’t mind staying here, I can run to the store and-”

The door opens and Sam Wilson enters. 

“Hey guys I was just wondering if- well who is this??” Sam asks when Finnigan starts rubbing his ankles, a cats way of asking for attention.

“That’s Finnigan” you answer as Sam picks him up, “I was actually just on my way out to pick up some supplies for him”

“You were?” Bucky asks

“Well, yes unless you would like to go and I’ll stay with the cat?”

“So you’re telling me you just brought this cat home on a whim five minutes ago and now you want to leave me alone with it?”

“Do you need someone to watch him?” Sam interjects, holding and petting Finn while Finny purrs away in his arms. “Because... if you do.. I really don’t mind”

“You’re a bird, Sam, aren’t you supposed to be AFRAID of cats?” Bucky retorts.

“Nah, not this one dude. What’s he gonna do? Snuggle me to death?” Sam answers and Finnigan mews in agreement. 

“Tell ya what, [Y/N], Sam and I will stay with the cat while you go out and get him some things. Ok?” Bucky offers. He’s volunteering to watch him, that’s a good sign, right?

“Sounds good” you say, grabbing the keys to you car off the shelf, “See you guys later. Please don’t wreck anything OR HIM while I’m gone”

The door closes. Sam and Bucky make their way to the furniture that’s set up in the loft.

“So when did you decide to adopt a cat? I always thought you hated animals!” Sam questions while lounging in the large armchair and placing his feet on the coffee table.

“Sam- it-it’s not that I hate animals, it’s just... having such an unpredictable lifestyle...” 

“Buck, I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s not like [Y/N] goes on these missions too. Sure being a Shield agent can be unpredictable at times, but if worse comes to worst, you could always hire a sitter” Sam attempts to calm his nerves.

“A sitter.. for a cat? Sam c’mon don’t you think that’s a little much?” 

“Nah man, people do that all the time!”

“Ok fine, but what if he breaks stuff, or worse, gets hurt? I swear I’ll never hear the end of it!” 

“Bucky, he’s a kitten, look man, he’s already asleep” they both glance down at Sam’s lap where a sleepy Finnigan lays contentedly. 

“Maybe for now”

“Having a pet may not exactly be easy but be thankful it’s a cat. She could’ve come home with a tarantula... or another exotic animal, one of those 14 foot long snakes” Sam laughs. 

“At least those guys stay in their enclosure” 

It seemed like nothing was ever going to make Bucky ok with the idea of having a cat. No matter how hard Sam tried to talk to him, it would always come back to “but what if we get called on a mission?” “what if he ruins our house?” “his fur is gonna get everywhere it’s gonna be so messy!”

The door opens and you enter with an armful of Petsmart bags. Finnigan’s little ears perk up in his sleepy state. Once he realizes what’s going on, he jumps off of Sam’s lap and runs over to greet his new mother. 

“Hi Finny baby!!!” You baby talk to the kitten, “I’m back and I have some food, a bed and some toys for you sweetie!! Are you excited?” Finny meows back and Bucky shakes his head.

“It’s gonna be ok, man” Sam reassures him. 

You don’t waste any time in setting up the kittens living area. You set his food and water dishes down on a mat on the tile floor of the kitchen, his bed right near the furniture in the loft and unpack a wand with some ribbons attached for him to play with. You drag the ribbon across the floor and watch as Finnigan scrambles to catch it. Sam laughs, Bucky does too but as soon as he knows you’ve noticed, he goes back to being unamused. 

“Oh! And one more thing!” you say, pulling a teal blue collar with reflective stars on it out of it’s packaging, “I got you a collar and will be ordering tags just in case you get lost!” you put the collar around Finny’s neck. 

“You got him a collar? [Y/N], you know we can’t keep him right? We are only taking care of him until we find him a family that wants him”

“Bucky... please” you beg. 

“[Y/N] no, I told you this is only temporary. He’s cute and all but we really can’t have him running around making a mess of things and getting his fur everywhere!”

You decide that having Finny home with you for now is good enough, at least Bucky let the cat inside... which is more than you thought he’d do. 

“Hey guys, it was fun hanging but it is getting pretty late. I’m gonna head back home. If you guys, or Finny, need anything, you know where I’m at” Sam gives Finny one last pat on the head before closing your door. 

In all the excitement, you really didn’t realize just how quickly time moves. You glance at the clock, 12:01 am. It’s definitely time to call it a night. Bucky makes his way to your shared room while you pick Finny up and give him a kiss goodnight.

“It’s ok Finny, we’ll convince him sooner or later” you promise to the kitten while setting him in his bed. He purrs and drifts off to sleep. You head off to bed as well. 

You wake up the next morning and find Finnigan(by some miracle) right where you had left him. You start brewing the coffee, throw some bagels in the toaster and then go to sit with your new baby. 

“Good morning Finny” you greet him. He nuzzles his little face against your hand and you start petting him. “How’d you sleep little guy? You must have really slept huh? Cause I found you right where I left you last night. I thought kittens like to cause mischief while their parents were asleep but not you sweetheart, you’re an angel” you continue to have this one sided conversation with the kitten until you hear the toaster go off. You stand up to take the bagels out but Bucky beats you to it.

“It’s ok doll, I’ll get them, you can keep talking” A small smile forms on Bucky’s face which he immediately wipes away when he sees you’ve noticed. You stand up anyway to go greet him with a kiss. 

“Morning baby, how’d you sleep?” you ask

“I slept all right darlin, howabout you?”

“All right as well”

“Do you want cream cheese or butter on your bagel?”

“Cream cheese please!”

“What time are you going to the shelter today, doll?”

“I was going to head out as soon as we finished breakfast. We just got in this litter of kittens, 4 of them found in a plastic bag on the side of the highway, mother nowhere to be seen”

“Okay doll, does that mean I’m watching Finnigan?” Bucky asks while pouring two mugs of coffee. 

“If you don’t mind”

“So am I just going to be left with the cat every day?”

“Not everyday Buck, besides. He’s so cute! How can you be mad about spending time with a face like that?”

“Not mad, doll.” he pauses, “and I suppose I could watch him today”

“Thank you” 

You finish up breakfast and quickly get ready. You give Bucky and Finny a kiss goodbye and then head to your car. The day went by so slow. All you wanted to do was be home to spend time with your furbaby, but you also realized there were other animals that needed caring for. You went through your daily routine of cleaning the cats crates, playing with them, making sure they all had food and water, and brushing them as well. Especially the long haired cats. They always required a little extra care because of their easily tangled coats. You and another girl you worked with took the dogs for a walk and cleaned their crates. Caring for 40+ animals daily was a lot of work but well worth the gross and tired feeling at the end of the day.  By the time the end of the day arrived, you were ready to be home. 

You pulled in the driveway and opened the door to a seemingly empty house.

“Bucky? Finny? Anyone here?” you called, hoping there would be an answer. 

“In here doll” you heard a call from the bedroom. 

“Please tell me you have the cat as well” 

“I do” Bucky replied, and you relaxed. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, Buck would you mind getting dinner started?” you ask. 

“That would be a question for Finnigan” 

“Bucky what are you talking about?” 

You open the bedroom door to find Bucky laying on the bed with Finnigan sprawled out across his legs, both of them were clearly comfortable, ESPECIALLY Finnigan. You could hear his purrs all the way to the door. You smile and shake your head. 

“I thought you didn’t like him” you tease.

“It wasn’t that I didn’t like him, it’s just that I was scared to be responsible for another life when mine is so unpredictable. But [Y/N], he hasn’t left my side all day and just has the cutest little voice. And look at him! He’s so fluffy and his little face with his missing eye! How can you not absolutely be in love?”

“Bucky, this is what I’ve been trying to show you! So...”

“What, doll?” 

“Can he stay”

“Of course” 

Nothing made you happier than hearing that. You loved Bucky with your whole heart and seeing him fall in love with that kitten made you love him even more. You place a quick kiss on his lips before saying “Thank you”. He wraps his strong arm around you and pulls you into his chest. He kisses your forehead as you nuzzle into him further. Finnigan walks up to rub his face against yours and licks your nose delicately before laying beside you. Everything is perfect. You’re with the love of your life, and Finny is yours and Bucky’s forever. This little family is all you could’ve asked for and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“I love you” you tell Bucky 

“I love you” he replies, “And Finnigan too” patting the almost asleep kitten on the head. 

“I’m so lucky” you mumble, so tired you can barely speak.

Bucky grins and holds you closer. 

“Go to sleep doll, you’ve had a long day”

And so you do, you drift off to sleep in his arms with your kitten right beside you.

[gyromitra-esculenta]

YESSS! Nephilim PART 4! Finished, in general <3. Okay, so this is only checked for some spelling errors - otherwise unedited. That one mystical eldritch horror thing trying to pull off Evangelion, stuff from this one is under bureau-verse tag. 

Warnings: this is ‘eldritch horror’, so: gore, violence, disturbing imagery, eldritch pregnancy (having fun with the possibilities), Famous Last Words

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The air inside the barn is warm—moist and cloying—reminds him of the jungle during the rainy season’s mid-day, only the sounds of the insects and birds are displaced by the incessant whispering and the barely audible hummed song. His light flickers on and off for a while and Gabriel waits for it to stop acting up.

There is something quintessential about the smell of warm meat that had been left out of the fridge to thaw, the tart metallic tang giving the animal brain conflicting instructions: threat and food. He almost gags on the omnipresent reek.

Slowly, he turns the flashlight to the wall, walking along it mindful of the distance. The fleshy mass covering every surface glistens in the light. Looks almost as if it’s breathing. He can make out some shapes but he isn’t sure what they are–until he stops by what looks like a tail above a hoofed hind leg sticking out of the growth on the wall. Guided by morbid curiosity, Gabriel pokes it with the end of Remington’s barrel.

The tail twitches from side to side and the limb kicks back, barely missing him. The murmur grows. The whole fleshy mass undulates, and he sees hands, legs, eyes, teeth in it, everything that makes up people and animals. To the side, there are several wings with molted feathers frantically beating the dead air.

The inconsequential question of what had happened to the inhabitants of the farm is answered. It would be a lie to say it is something unexpected–or the worst of what he had ever seen. Gabriel waits, motionless, for the hectic ruckus to die down. Only after it returns to the slow movement, he turns around shining his light on Jack.

He's kneeling hunched on the floor, swaying forward and back with an occasional aborted tremor - beginning of some motion discarded immediately - arms wrapped protectively around the twitching mass held close to his chest that hurts to look upon.

Hoarse voice hums single notes of what Gabriel now knows to be a lullaby, one bafflingly too familiar to be any comfort to him.

The understanding strikes him as he looks around again: the air and the smell, the lining of the all the surfaces. The barn, it's a womb.

The thing Jack cradles to himself, it's trying to be born, properly this time - and it took Jack to be its surrogate, to act as its umbilical cord tethering it to reality it wants to invade.

And for the birth to be complete, the umbilical cord must be severed. Cut down.

The metal canister outside, the cap had been screwed shut with the chain still intact. Slowly, Gabriel circles Jack and moves towards the door, with care not to brush against any part of the fleshy mass.

Past the threshold, the starts are brighter than before, bigger and closer.

Watching ravenously from the distance of the void, the avaricious angels swarm. He feels their glare on his back, heavy pinpricks of fierce interest - of claws, teeth, and unending hunger - but he knows to not give into the whispering madness.

The smell lingers in the air.

It crowds his senses, wet and metallic, leaves the weight on his tongue. Sticks to his skin, viscous, flowing thicker than the air itself.

Gabriel turns and picks up the canister. Judging by the weight and the sound of its contents splashing on the inside, it's full. Good.

The growth spreads on the outside, tendrils crawling over the ground and on the walls - he tries to step over it, the soles of his boots lift with a snapping squelch. There's not much time left now, and a wicked thought forms, if maybe it is his presence that facilitates this.

'In the end, you will choose wrong.' Can't be more than an hour or two since he's been told that but seems like a lifetime ago.

Back inside, Gabriel unscrews the metal cap. The odor of the petrol does nothing for the stench of oxidizing meat. Even worse, it becomes accentuated.

Methodically, ignoring the rising ruckus, he splashes the walls with the gasoline - the last of it he uses to make a trail to where Jack is in the middle of the barn, still humming, still rocking the thing as if it's a baby.

Probably, it's exactly that, in some sense.

And so much worse.

Gabriel sets the empty canister aside and crouches in front of Jack - no reaction, and no recognition, his eyes are almost closed, only a sliver of white and blue visible behind the lowered lashes.

He reaches into the pocket for the lighter, it's still there

Incredibly funny, in a way of sad that just crosses the line, how the somewhat vindictive action of taking it away from Jack to keep him from smoking plays into his impromptu plan.

He puts the lighter between his teeth and freezes with his palms hovering over Jack's crossed arms

The thought of touching even through the gloves the lump of flesh Jack is holding is viscerally revolting. It's hard enough to look at anything in the vicinity of the thing shifting as if it's breathing with its whole mass.

At the worst is, he can hear it cooing.

Beyond the edge of perception, baby-like, little gurgling sounds, but the dissonant wrongness bubbles up mid-sound.

Slowly, Gabriel puts his palm against Jack's left forearm and curls his fingers to get the grip on the fabric of the hoodie - careful to not disturb the creature.

The resistance is static, the hand moves more like the muscles holding it in place are locked stiff - and after he manages to shift it away, the hand falls limply under its own weight, fingertips brushing against the ground.

The creature stirs, alarmed, mewling.

Gabriel bites back the urge to curse out loud - the plastic of the lighter creaks between his teeth dangerously - and moves around Jack so he can reach over his right shoulder. Cautiously he positions his hand again, the left palm resting on Jack's other shoulder.

His fingers sink into the thing, mushy and airy consistency of its flesh nauseating, and with one swift movement he yanks Jack back to the side and hurls the now screaming creature at the wall. It lands, the sound of the impact meaty and wet, almost drowned out by its screech.

The lump of rotting and squirming flesh draped over a malformed skeleton cries piercing gurgling mewls of an unborn calling after its mother as it starts to crawl back towards him - calling the things from the void to its aid, too - and, god, it's in his head.

The mother: drugged, gutted, and then hanged from the sacred tree, and when the rope had rotted through and let her fall to the ground, they buried her and it, her wretched spawn, under the holy roots.

Gabriel stands, transfixed in place by the sheer wrongness of it.

And... Jack's screaming too, clutching his head between his clenched fists, screaming at him to kill it, to shoot it, to make it stop.

He brings up the rifle and squeezes the trigger, again and again - the chunks of flesh fly off with each hit - and it's still coming.

Even after he runs out of the bullets, it's still crawling, undeterred, and Jack is still screaming - his vocal cords ready to give up just like when his voice broke...

The lighter. Gabriel swears around the plastic reaching for it, it works on the first try.

He leans down and ignites the gasoline trail, backing off as soon as he's sure it caught proper, and grabs the back of Jack's hoodie, dragging him on the ground towards the exit. The flames engulf the inside and the howling now creature still moves, its flesh bubbling and popping

The smell of burning meat and feathers immediately overpowers the rancid reek of old blood, and as soon as they pass the threshold, it's as if the oppressive atmosphere had lifted. Gabriel stops only a dozen or so meters away from the building and collapses to the ground.

Without delay, he pulls Jack close - his pants are slightly off but otherwise he looks more or less okay, there's only a shallow cut on his forearm, the sleeve dark with crusted blood, whole palm smeared with it - and silent, dazed, his fingers curling into Gabriel's shirt.

Morning is breaking.

The thing inside is screaming but now it's merely something ceasing to exist, and its hold on the reality had slipped. He cannot pinpoint the moment when Jack had stopped screaming himself, he cards his fingers through white hair keeping his eyes on the fire

Only when the roof of the barn starts to collapse into the flames below, Gabriel sees her.

The girl.

Short and gaunt, with dirty blonde hair stuffed behind the rotting rope coiled around her neck. She turns away from him and slowly walks into the fire.

He almost moves to try and stop her until he remembers the weight leaning against his frame.

And then, silence. Gabriel buries his face in Jack's hair and takes a deep breath.

“Is she at peace? Now?”

“No. I don’t,” Jack swallows, his voice hoarse from singing and screaming. “I don’t think she’ll ever be... She only wanted for it to stop crying."

The look in her eyes, it was the same resignation - or acceptance - the undead Nazi taking a drag from the cigarette Jack gave him had uttering whatever he did before crumbling to dust.

"So there's nothing to be done after..."

"Nothing good for those touched," Jack wearily shifts, taking out a single cigarette out of the front pocket of the hoodie, and puts it between his lips.

"I left the lighter inside."

"That's what I thought. I've got another."

He fishes out the lighter from the pocket - green, not black like the one Gabriel took from him - and lights the cigarette. "I was humoring you."

He inhales and immediately starts coughing, the smoke irritating his sore throat.

"Those will kill you."

"Yeah, fuck you. Died once, already, didn't care for it much." Jack takes another drag after his cough dies down. "Fuck it," he adds, his voice almost breaking, "take off the gloves, I want to feel you."

He would protest, but there's no point in it now, and Gabriel gives in. As soon as one glove is off, Jack grabs his hand and puts it to his cheek, covering the palm with his own fingers. With a shudder, he exhales - the sound sob-like but constricted and halted.

"You okay?" Gabriel asks, careful not to nick the skin with the claws.

"I have to be. Just... give me five, and I'll get Lena, to clean this up."

"No service."

"Mine will have it. Just a moment," Jack trails off, breathing into his neck. Fuck. It only serves to remind Gabriel how fucking selfish he's being, dragging him back into his own bullshit. But the detour was Jack's idea - and that idea wouldn't be there if Gabriel had not knocked on his door month ago asking for help with the missing children - so all his fault, and...

A distinct meow and a ghostly brush against his leg trip him out of his thoughts. Dizzy, in all her translucent glory, the tail swishing and ears laid back a bit, walks over his thigh to curl next to Jack - and Gabriel chuckles.

They're going to be okay, and even if not, they're going to be not okay together now, whatever the future throws at them.

[nightglider124]

Dickkory Week: Day 4

So, here’s Day 4. I thought I’d have their child with a hint of the next generation to come shining through.

This is... not the best written and it is no way proofread so if it’s a bit of a disaster; sorry!

Hope you like it anyway.

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Kids/Next Generation

The melody which the birds overhead were singing echoed through the branches of the trees and drifted through the sky as the sun poured its light over the world, drenching everything in its path within the golden warmth it possessed.

A light, Summer breeze rustled the bushes and swayed the blades of grass as it danced through the air. The bright blue of the sky was dazzling; a sight that was truly refreshing after the long, snow filled Winter and the blink and miss it Spring that they had had.

Clouds were sparse but the odd couple, hanging in the blue void were perfect; a pure white and so fluffy, it was the image of cotton candy but of course something so sweet was out of reach for admirers on the ground.

With her tendrils of auburn hair gently flowing whenever the light wind decided to play, she kept her eyes solely focused on the small one that was bounding with life and energy just in front of her.

Kory sat back on the rattan outdoor sofa that was positioned in the corner of the porch that wrapped around the back of their home, overlooking their large backyard. She leaned forward, scooping up her glass of lemonade from the coffee table by her legs, the ice cubes floating in her drink like they too, were basking in the delicious liquid. 

The white wooden railing ran around the entirety of the back porch, with a small gap for the set of steps leading down onto the grass of the garden where the light of her life was currently dancing in circles, babbling to herself.

Briefly, Kory lifted her chin to smile at the lemon wind chime that was jingling in the light breeze, twirling and catching the sunlight every now and then. 

She closed her eyes, indulging in the sound of the chimes like it was some kind of ancient song of the past, eerie and mysterious.

A high pitched giggle pulled her from her reverie and Kory couldn’t help the smile that stretched from ear to ear upon her face.

Her 3 year old daughter spun in circles, dressed in one of her favorite purple fairy outfits, complete with elasticated wings that had glitter swirl patterns decorating the span of them. 

She was laughing to herself, bursting and brimming with excitement over the tiniest things. Her innocence was something to be treasured and savored and Kory found herself wishing Mar’i could stay this way forever.

Blissfully in her own little world, making up her own rules and playing make believe in whichever way she wanted.

Kory took a long sip of her drink, the icy flow making her top lip tingle from the drop in temperature. 

She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Mar’i as she shifted her approach in playtime. She watched as her child murmured to herself amidst making random noises and squeals of joy before she tugged her small table and chair set to the middle of the grass. 

The chunky plastic table was in the middle, surrounded by matching pink chairs. She spied Mar’i as she brushed her hands down before searching for guests that would be attending her apparent tea party.

Kory absently watched as she picked up her stuffed bear, her big elephant plushie and a stray barbie doll that was face down on the soil beneath the table. Mar’i smiled and hummed a happy tune as she got her friends all set up, sat around the table and waiting to be served their helping of fresh, imaginary tea.

“No, bear. We will have tea or nothing!” She heard Mar’i inform one of her toys, in a tone so full of authority, it sounded strangely familiar to the alien Princess and mother.

Jerking forward at the sound of the back door opening and closing, Kory turned her head in the said direction, smiling when she saw her husband balancing a tray of fruits as he made his way over to her.

“Hey… thought munchkin could do with a snack to tide her over til’ dinner in a while.” Dick commented, placing the tray down on the coffee table.

“Mar’i! Come and have a snack and you can return to your toys afterwards.” Kory called,

Mar’i’s head snapped up and her solid green eyes glowed with exuberance. With a blunt order directed at her toys, informing them not to leave the table, Mar’i bounded over to them, clambering up the steps of the porch to reach her parents.

The 3 year old Princess let her eyes wander over her choices, presented on the table. There were an assortment of bowls; strawberries, bananas, apple and mixed berries. 

With a sparkle in her eyes, Mar’i bundled up the front of her dress and started stuffing some of each bowl into her makeshift carrier. 

Dick chuckled, “Mar’i… why don’t you eat them here?”

She glanced up at her father like he had just uttered the most stupid sentence ever, “Daddy… I’m at a tea party… I can’t just leave them alone!” 

“Are you going to share your fruit with them?” Kory murmured, taking a moment to push her slender fingers through her baby’s dark mop of hair, heart thudding when Mar’i smiled and leaned into her touch,

Mar’i considered and shifted her eyes to make sure her toys weren’t watching before she stuffed a handful of berries into her mouth, “Maybe, mama…” 

Kory burst into laughter and gave her daughter a gentle pat on the bottom, prompting her to get back to her group of friends, “Off you go then. Do not eat too fast!”

Waving a hand and waddling back down the steps of the porch, Mar’i hobbled over to her table and unloaded her stash of fruit onto it, forcing some in each direction of her toys.

Dick shook his head and smirked as he watched Mar’i scamper off before he sighed and took a seat on the sofa beside his wife. He lifted Kory’s legs and draped them over his lap, softly kneading at the tired soles of her feet.

Kory hummed and let her head rest against the back of the sofa, “You are so good at that.”

“Guess I had to be useful for something through the years, huh?” Dick quipped,

“You are useful for many things, my love.” She purred back, setting a deep blush off across his cheeks.

“I find it amazing that even after all this time together, you can still make me feel like a stammering idiot.” Dick huffed,

Kory giggled and winked at him, “That is the way I like you.”

Dick pulled a playful face at her before he turned his attention to Mar’i who had swapped out her fairy wings for one of Dick’s old Robin capes that he had given to her to play with when she told them she wanted to be a superhero like they were.

“The cape’s making another appearance, I see.” Dick murmured,

Kory smiled, her eyes half lidded; completely content with her life in that single moment. 

She peered at Mar’i and couldn’t help but feel fascinated by this tiny person that she had brought into the world.  

Her personality was already so alive and full of energy and she had only been in the world for 3 years. Mar’i was a force to be reckoned with at her young age and it warmed Kory’s heart to see how many traits she had already picked up from both herself and Dick. 

She was a very happy child, showing enthusiasm for the smallest of things such as going on a trip to the grocery store. Everything they did was an adventure in Mar’i’s eyes and she was always more than ready to take it on, no matter what.  

Dick constantly pointed out how Kory was the same; full of life and bursting with energy and excitement for new things. And, whilst Kory could see it, she found Mar’i’s innocence and purity with getting excitable over the little things so much more endearing. 

And on the flip side, Kory saw how stubborn Mar’i could be at times and how headstrong she got and whilst Kory wasn’t an angel in that area, she knew it was much more a streak of Dick showing through in their child.  

But now, watching as Mar’i babbled and spoke with her toys, Kory could see something else that reminded her so very much of Dick.  

Mar’i, by the looks of things, was planning a mission and was getting all of her allied toys involved, talking strategy to what Kory imagine was sneak up and steal more fruit from the bowls on the coffee table.  

The way she moved and the way she spoke; it was all so very… familiar. She had a streak of influence in her and Kory found her heart swelling as she considered Mar’i when she reached her teenage years. 

“What’re you thinking about, babe?” 

Dick’s voice tore her from her thoughts and she turned to look at him, a smile on her lips, “Just Mar’i…” 

“Oh?” 

“She is going to be so like you when she is older…”  

Dick’s brows lifted but he smiled, “How so?” 

“She’s going to be a leader, just like her father.” 

He chuckled, “You can tell that already, hm?” 

Kory ran her fingertip around the rim of her glass, “I can.”

“Well, I don’t know if-” 

She cut him off, lacing her fingers with his, “Just look at her, Dick.” 

And with that, her husband shifted on the sofa, trying to get a better eye on his daughter. When she fell within his sight, his curiosity grew as she spoke to her toys, apparently having them act as her superhero team.  

She was in the midst of briefing them all, telling them the mission, telling them the plan and talking up the members, pointing out their flaws and strengths.  

Of course, most of it was gibberish that only a 3 year old could ever hope to make sense of but Dick smirked, noticing what Kory was apparently seeing too. 

Mar’i was already quite the natural born leader and it made Dick wonder what she would be like in the distant future, with a team at her side, looking to her for guidance. 

“Do you see?” Kory prompted, 

Dick nodded, “Yeah… I see it.” 

“And? What do you think?” 

He took a deep breath, considering his words before he answered. Dick thought about his precious bundle of joy and wondered what kind of leader she would turn out to be one day but,  

“I think she’ll make an amazing leader ,someday.” He replied with a proud smile on his lips.

[everdreamts-blog]

  Wyatt hadn’t been sure what to expect from any of this.   The job offer had come so out of the blue that he’d needed a good two weeks to come to a proper decision, and only because his dreams had shown him he’d be relatively happy with the change. Getting into the police academy had been tough and draining, so a part of him couldn’t help but question just how much throwing that away for a place in an organization that calls itself “Supernatural Control Force” would be worth.   Great salary and a new apartment he wouldn’t have to pay for aside.   But Jihoon had been ecstatic immediately, and, well. As the only person intimately acquainted with all things supernatural, he had been – and still is – his best bet.

  It’s still difficult, wrapping his head around this great, earth-shattering revelation. His dreams are more frequent now, or maybe he’s simply more aware of them after waking up instead of dismissing them the moment he opens his eyes. Mundane, everyday snippets, like Jihoon dropping his favorite mug and proceeding to wallow in sadness all day over it, or Lysander coming over with a baggie full of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. Before being told about his powers as a seer, Wyatt had always chalked those off as gut-feelings. Intuition.   Heaving a sigh, he trails his eyes up the skyscraper Jihoon dragged him to. An endless expanse of boring grey, broken up by white-framed windows. On the wall next to its double-wide entrance door hangs a plaquet, plain silver with black lettering. “GoldLeaf Networks Inc.,” it reads. Wyatt furrows his brows.   “Are you sure this is the right place?”   Jihoon comes up behind him, humming in that too-enthusiastic way of his. “There’s a glamour here. The SCF is very secretive.”   “Glamour?” Wyatt turns. “Whatever that is.”   “Just,” Jihoon says as he taps a finger against the plaquet, “look closely. You’ll see it.”   Wyatt is all but ready to turn around and change his mind, but he indulges Jihoon. He’s been doing that far too often lately. Squinting his eyes, he leans in, staring at the plaquet. Nothing happens. He stares a little harder, focusing on the letters, their crisp outlines and bland font.   The letters begin to flicker, to warp, rearranging themselves, multiplying, changing forms.   Wyatt stumbles back, his heart in his throat. “Supernatural Control Force, Seoul subdivision,” the plaquet now reads, “est. 1704.”   Jihoon grins. “See? That’s a glamour. It keeps curious eyes away. If you’re not magical or a supe, you can’t see through it.”   “Holy shit.”   Grin fixed on his face, Jihoon walks past him and pushes the door open, motioning for him to step inside. The inside is spacious, as expected from a lobby of a building this size. Warm lights line the window-covered walls, though the main light source is a plethora of sleek, circle-shaped lamps, holes in their middles and varying in size, all over the ceiling. The only two walls not covered in windows are the one all the way on the other side of the lobby, lined with a row of elevators instead, and the one all the way to the right, the reception desk sitting in front of it. In the middle of the lobby, surrounded by various plants, a waiting area has been lowered into the floor, black leather couches and armchairs, metal end tables topped with stacks of magazines, and a water cooler, gurgling every now and then.   Jihoon heads straight to the reception desk. He lacks all wonder and excitement Wyatt expected to see from him, faced with a sight such as this. He must have been here before.   The woman behind the reception desk looks up from her book, her ruby-red lips a harsh line. “Do you have an appointment?”   “Sorta,” Jihoon replies, something sheepish in his tone, “we’re here to see Lee Junsu.”   The woman makes a noise, slightly disgruntled. She marks her page in her book and sets it aside to rummage in one of her drawers. “Names?”   “Oh Jihoon and Wyatt Lyles.”   She takes two plastic cards out of the drawer, both of which read “Visitor” in bold, capital letters. After typing something on her keyboard, her printer spits out a set of stickers, glinting gold. She peels them off and sticks one each on the cards, pressing them down with a slight hitch in her brow, before handing the cards to Jihoon. “He’ll be with you shortly.” With a vague gesture towards the waiting area, she dismisses them, going back to her reading.   “What was that about?” Wyatt asks, following Jihoon to one of the couches. Jihoon hands him his card.   “Visitor passes. There’s a lot of security stuff in this building. You can’t enter some areas without a pass like this or being an employee.”   “Sounds very… non-magical.”   Jihoon snickers. “Part of it is. Sometimes, the human way works best.”   As too many things lately, Jihoon’s answer is just cryptic enough that it leaves Wyatt unsatisfied. He bounces his right leg up and down, letting his eyes flit about the premise. It’s so… normal. So inconspicuous. Modern and no doubt expensive, yes. But not at all what he thought a place like this might look like. There are no magicked items floating in the air, no people appearing out of thin air and fire places, no owls carrying letters and parcels. Harry Potter, as it turns out, is a big, fat lie.   He fiddles with his card instead of ruminating on how media cleverly managed to deceive him. Sturdy but not heavy, it’s a little like the library card he’d owned as a kid. The sticker the woman behind the desk printed out is some kind of symbol, thin, intricate lines woven together. When Wyatt rubs his thumb across it, it emits the slightest pulse. He gasps.   Of course, Jihoon snickers. “It’s spelled. Neat, huh?”   “Didn’t you just say security here wasn’t magical?”   Jihoon shakes his head. “I said part of it is. The sticker’s spelled to let you through the wards. If you didn’t have that, you’d be unable to go anywhere because the wards would simply… “ He gestures in the air, eyes roaming to the ceiling. “Kick you out. Like, physically. The not-magical part is in the card itself. There’s keypads and stuff you need to insert it in to unlock the mechanism.”   Wyatt melts into the sofa. The leather is just shy of too stiff to be comfortable. Still fiddling with the card, he says more than asks, “You’ve been here before.”   Offering a one-shouldered shrug, Jihoon shifts in his spot to stretch his legs out before him. “That’s part of being a supe. For a lot of us, anyhow. My parents brought me here after I was born so the SCF could create a file of me. It’s not mandatory, and a lot of people despise this system because it’s basically an excuse to monitor you all your life, but it comes with benefits. Like, not becoming potential targets. Unless you act up, of course. There’s health check-ups, too, and counseling, and as soon as you turn eighteen, you’re more eligible to be offered a spot here than if you weren’t registered.”   Before Wyatt has a chance to respond, one of the elevators gives a melodious ding, its door sliding open. Out walks a young man, black hair and tan skin. He approaches the both of them with a welcoming, if a little sharp, smile.   “My apologies for the wait.”   He dips into a brief, but polite bow. Jihoon rises to a stand and does the same, and Wyatt follows with some delay. The young man introduces himself as Lee Junsu, informing them that he’ll be in charge of all new recruits this year. As their supervisor and personal point of contact both. He leads them to the elevator he’d come out of, still smiling, tone casual but polite.   “I trust you’ve read the brochure you were given thoroughly?”   Jihoon nods, and so does Wyatt. They’d perused it together, sitting on the living room floor with takeaway jjajangmyeon and too much Pepsi. Back then, Wyatt’s life had been relatively normal. It feels like such a long time ago, as ridiculous as that is. Since that day, he’s found out about this whole other world mingled with that of ordinary humans, about him and Lysander being witches, about Jihoon being a shapeshifter. Although he has somewhat come to terms with it, he still wakes up sometimes and forgets until it hits him in the face like a brick.   And now, he’s here, about to sign himself up to get rid of the last piece of normalcy he had left.   Junsu’s smile turns satisfied. “Very good. I would rather not repeat myself too often.” He presses a button, the elevator smoothly beginning its journey upwards.   Wyatt gives himself a moment to take Junsu in. He’s older, but not by much, which means he’s either managed to weasel his way into this position, or he’s simply exceptionally skilled. If the SCF works at all like human companies do, promotions like these don’t come without their price.   The uniform he dons, Wyatt is more than familiar with. He’d worn one of them in a very recent dream, though his had been less intricate. Black and form-fitted, Junsu’s jacket is longer in the back, tapering off and reaching the backs of his knees. The two buttons keeping it closed are vaguely diamond-shaped. Its high collar and cuffs are embroidered with silver swirls and shapes. His pants are plain, much like normal dress pants, and he wears a pair of knee-high leather boots, laced up tightly and polished to perfection. Underneath the jacket, he wears a crisp, dark grey button-down.   A quiet peep breaks through the silence. Junsu whips his gaze down to his breast pocket, patting it gently. A tiny beak peeks over the hem, followed by the featherless head of fleshy pink, large-eyed baby bird. Junsu coos. “Well, well, well. You’re awake just in time.”   Jihoon gapes at it. “Is that… ?”   “My familiar, Velvet,” Junsu replies, rubbing the pad of his forefinger over the bird’s naked head. The bird chirps weakly, closing its eyes. “I’m afraid you’ve come at a terrible time to see him, but that’ll change. He’s been through a lot lately.”   “You’re a witch?” Wyatt can’t help but blurt out, and Junsu graces him with a snicker.   “Half, yes. And half shifter.”   Jihoon’s eyes sparkle up at him like he hung the stars in the sky. “That’s so cool!”   The elevator comes to a stop. Behind its opening doors is another, large hall, separated into several rooms by glass walls. Some rooms are large, with a long table and many chairs in the very middle, but most of them are stacked with cubicles like an office, people working away behind desks. Junsu gestures towards them.   “Once your employment has been greenlit, you’ll be doing office work for a little while, just to get you acquainted with everything. Every hunter needs to know how to do their paperwork correctly, who to contact for irregularities, how to behave during their time here. You’ll also be doing paperwork every time you return from field work, so get used to the thought of plowing through protocols and regulations.”   He leads them further down the hall, taking a sharp right at the very end of it. Behind a heavy door that only opens after Junsu inserts his card, puts in a code and scans his fingerprint, they find a smaller hall, once again separated into multiple rooms. This time, however, their walls aren’t made of glass, but something solid, clad with dark wood.   “This is where your higher-ups are,” Junsu explains, pushing the door closest to the one they just came through open. “Which includes me, of course.”   He lets Wyatt and Jihoon step in first and closes the door behind himself as he follows suit. Walking up to his desk, he reaches into his pocket, gently pulling Velvet out of his hiding place. Velvet chirps, sounding suspiciously sulky. Junsu places him in a little glass bowl padded with what looks like fluffy miniature pillows. Velvet burrows into them immediately.   “Now, let’s see,” Junsu says, letting himself fall into his office chair. He motions for Wyatt and Jihoon to take a seat, too, and they do without complaint. “I know we already have a file of you, Jihoon… ah, here we are.” It only takes a couple of clicks on his computer for him to find what he was looking for. He scans whatever’s on his monitor quickly. “Yes, you’re a good choice. Iseul has an eye for these things, but I’m still impressed every time.”   Jihoon’s cheeks pinken under the praise, but he beams at Junsu. “Thanks.”   Junsu returns the smile with one of his own, sharp at its edges again. “And Wyatt… you’re not registered, are you?”   Both Junsu’s and Jihoon’s attention snaps toward Wyatt. Wyatt clears his throat. “Uhm. No.” If he’d known about any of this, he’d have long showed up to register himself – if only to not seem suspicious. This delay hopefully won’t be an issue in the future. “I wasn’t aware of being – you know. Until a few weeks ago.”   The noise Junsu makes is free of judgment, and not even a little surprised. “I figured. Your magic isn’t very refined yet.”   And isn’t that fun. Another stranger seeing right through him, seeing that something extra in his blood he never suspected of being there. Wyatt’s stomach roils. Uncharted territory is one thing, and he’s far from being a coward, but this is unnerving in so many ways. How many people caught onto him not being a normal human? How many of the looks he’s received over the years were because of his magic? Nothing is worse than being the clueless one.   “Yeah. I know.” Wyatt’s reply comes out a lot more strained than he would have wanted. He averts his eyes, watching Velvet squirming in his makeshift bedding. “That’ll change soon. I have a mentor now.”   At that, Junsu’s brows rise high on his forehead. “Oh? How fortunate. The more tutoring you get, the better. Of course, we have highly skilled teachers, too, and you’ll be taking lessons to work on your magic, but it never hurts to have another pair of eyes on you.”   “Lessons?” Wyatt leans forward in his seat. “You’ll teach me here?”   Junsu nods. “Oh, yes. Everyone receives appropriate training. Our witches are schooled in everything magic, tutored through finding their specialization if they wish to have one, but you’ll also be undertaking combat training that’ll include more than what you’re used to. Your magic can be a weapon if you know how to use it. Mightier than a blade or gun ever could be.”   Junsu’s voice drops at his last few words, and for whatever reason, it sends a ripple of a shiver down Wyatt’s spine. He shares a look with Jihoon, who all but vibrates in his seat.   This job was going to be anything but boring.

[neganandblake]

I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 137 - A Run Out

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she's certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

MASTERLIST

Chapter 137 - A run out

[Negan wakes up to find Blake and Mia are gone. But when he finally runs into the blonde woman, she has a request for him.]

Then next morning, Negan awoke to find the bed beside him empty of the two girls he normally shared with.

He let out a grizzled sort-of huff into his pillow before easing himself up onto elbows and staring around.

He had had a surprisingly good sleep and didn't remember being woken even once during the night, but he saw no sign of either Blake or Mia now, lifting his hand and running it down his sleepy face.

“Peaches?” he called out, wondering if maybe she was in the bathroom next-door, but there came no reply.

It was so like her to just disappear without telling him where she was going. She was a pain in his ass like that, but he still liked that about her. She was like a goddamn constant challenge to him. Keeping him on his toes, whether he liked it or not.

Giving a groan, Negan pushed himself from the bed and ambled into the bathroom, running his hand through his dark, mussed-up hair as he went.

He switched on the light and moved over to the washbasin, grabbing his toothbrush from the plastic tumblr beside Blake's, getting down to brushing his teeth, gazing at his reflection in the mirror above the sink as he did so.

Negan had truly never thought he would slot back in to this kind of life again.

After Lucille he had resumed his bachelor ways, fulfilling every fantasy he had with a near endless string of woman along the way. But that had soon become tiring and even the excitement of sleeping with a different woman every night had quickly become stale and boring.

For it was a life like this he had truly yearned for a long time.

Having a fucking family.

Something real.

And Blake had given him that.

Sure it had taken them a long long time to get here, but they had. And every moment of happiness she gave to him, made all the pain and sadness of everything else, worth it.

Negan finished up at the washbasin, stripping swiftly out of his boxers before heading over towards the large tiled shower at the far end of the large bathroom.

And within ten minutes he was out again,  shrugging on his leather jacket over a white t-shirt and grey pants, and grasping up Lucille.

But Negan had barely made it across the room, heading towards the door, when it was swiftly shoved open…..and in walked Blake, eating an apple.

Negan grinned at the sight, immediately cocking an eyebrow up at her. “Early bird catches the fuckin’ worm, huh?” he commented, as Blake gave him a smile in return.

She looked in a far better mood than yesterday, which of course might have had something to do with the tension-relieving fun they had had in that bathtub last night.

“I don't know about a worm,” she smirked. “But I got us breakfast.”

And with that, she tossed him a second apple, which the dark-haired man promptly caught, grinning as he did so.

“You seem pretty fuckin’ chipper this mornin’, Doll-face,” he growled lifting his chin a  little and gazing at her. “My fingers really do that good of a job last night?”

Blake offered him a smile at his words. “Oh most definitely,” she purred, walking over towards him now, her free hand reaching up and toying with the zipper on his leather jacket.

Negan narrowed his chocolate eyes at her.

Yeah, granted, his performance, as always, had been pretty fucking impressive, but Blake was certainly in a better mood than she had been in a  while.

“Beansprout, alright?” he asked in a bemused voice, staring down at her.

But the blonde woman just smiled.

“Yeah she seems much better today,” she replied, with a small, contented sigh. “Tanya and Michelle have already collected her. They're making princess crowns. Mia’s already decided.”

Negan quickly chuckled at the sheer cockiness of the three year old toddler.

“That mean I get Mamma-bear all my damn self today?” he uttered nudging her nose with his.

But Blake's lips curved into a wide grin at his words, as she pulled her face away from his a little teasingly, pursing her lips together, as if thinking hard.

“You can…..” she said slowly, her eyes peering up at his. “But maybe not here.”

A frown twitched its way between Negan’s eyebrows, but Blake spoke again before he could question her.

“Listen, we’ve not exactly been on the same page lately,  and with everything that’s happened, Mia coming back, me...well…” she reached down placing a hand to her stomach. “Well, we haven’t really had much time together. Just you and me. And I thought it might be good to get away from the stress of this place. Even if it's just for the day.”

Negan stared at her.

“Oh yeah?” he said, a little taken a aback. She had obviously been thinking on this for a while. “An’ where exactly were you thinking?”

But Blake just smiled and shrugged, coming to rest both her arms over his shoulders, as his, still holding onto both Lucille and his apple, slid their way up her slender sides.

“I don’t know. Anywhere.” she murmured, wrinkling her nose lightly. “Just somewhere we can get away from everything...just for a few hours. I’ve been a hormonal bitch this last week or so,  and I want to make it up to you.”

He could hear the hint of pleading in her voice, her obviously knowing that after his actions yesterday he was likely to say no.

Ok, Negan had been a hard-ass. But it was only because he wanted to keep the woman he loved, carrying his baby, safe.

But he understood now that she needed her own breathing space. And being cooped up her wasn't good for either of their sanities.

The pair of them had been arguing a lot lately. Mainly about the smallest and most petty of things, and as much as Negan knew that that that type of shit was normal in any fucking relationship, it still sucked-fucking-ass. Totally and utterly.

He missed the good old days when it was just the two of them pissing the other off,  with the only reason behind it being because they wanted to. And not because either of them were scared, or worried, or frustrated for any reason.

“So….what do you think?” Blake asked him hopefully, tilting her head to the side and causing her long blonde hair to trail down one shoulder. “Daddy up for taking me out on a road trip?”

Negan was silent for a lengthy moment before the corners of his bearded mouth suddenly twitched up into a wide grin.

“Oh most fuckin’ definitely,” he said grinning. “As long as Momma is up for givin’ Daddy a damn blow job in the front of his fuckin’ truck, we are good to. fuckin’. go.”

He watched, chuckling, as Blake rolled her eyes.

“Hmm, well we’ll have to see about that one…” she purred with a smile, giving him a sudden sharp, yet playful, shove away from her, before heading over towards their closet.

Of course half her shit was here now, outfits tangled in with his. Not that he minded that one little bit.

“Alright then, well I guess I’d better go get loadin’ shit up, seein’ as the damn queen’s given her orders,” said Negan in a goading voice, giving a faux-heavy sigh, as Blake opened the closet door and stared at him in the reflection in the full length mirror hanging inside the door.

“Just make sure you pack some tomatoes for lunch for me,” she said pulling out a black sweater.

But Negan waved an easy hand at her.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he sighed. “Can’t keep Peaches from her damn cravings now can I?”

But Blake merely smirked in his direction, as Negan turned on his heel chuckling again before taking a big bite of his apple and heading swiftly out the door, shutting it closed behind him with a small snap.

……………………………………………………………..

“You off somewhere, Boss?”

Almost a half hour later and Negan, who had been standing outside in the drizzly lots that surrounded the Sanctuary, was loading not only Lucille, but an entire range of numerous weapons into one of the nicer pickup trucks.

Negan knew that if they were going out there, then there was no way he was letting his guard down. Not for one goddamn second. Not with Blake carrying his goddamn offspring inside of her.

And sure he wasn’t stupid enough to vocalise his worry for her out loud again, not knowing how much it irritated the hell out of her. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna keep a close eye on any fucker, dead or alive, who tried to cross them out there.

Negan quickly swung around on his booted- heel to see Simon stroking towards him, thumbs hooked through his belt loops as he surveyed the leader of the Saviours and the shiny dark blue truck behind him.

“Peaches, wants to go grab some fresh air,” he replied stiffly. “An’ I, not bein’ fuckin’ idiotic enough to argue with a pregnant lady, have agreed to escort her outta here for the day.”

Simon offered him a chuckle.

Negan knew it wasn't often that he was seen leaving his people, especially without an entire damn convoy of Saviours to back him up anyway. But he would make an acception on this occasion. And he knew the place would run smoothly without him here. For today at least.

“I’ll be takin’ my radio, so if shit just happens to hit the fan while I’m gone,” he continued. “Make sure you call me. Do not leave me hangin’, Si, you understandin’ me?”

Negan stared at his tall and mustachioed right-hand man for a long moment, pursing his bearded lips together.

He and Simon had had their moments in the past, and on a few occasions Simon had tried to take the lead from Negan. Tried to be the bigger fucking badass. But he had soon learned his place was at Negan’s side. Although Negan still needed to remind him of that from time to take, pushing him back into line.

But on this occasion, to Negan’s relief, Simon gave a prompt nod of his head.

“Loud and clear,” he said obediently. “But if I were you, Boss, I’d go west if you’re taking your gal out. The outposts tell me they’ve seen people from the Hilltop and Rick’s place, scouting as far north as Haley Ridge-”

“An’ I don’ wanna be runnin’ into any of those cock-suckers and their goddamn fuckin’ vendettas now do I?” Negan cut in, clenching his jaw.

Running into anyone else today and risking Blake and his unborn kid’s life was not particularly high on his list of priorities for today, so Negan knew he should take Simon’s advice and head west instead.

He clapped his second in command on the shoulder proudly, lifting his chin, just as a sudden figure appeared just behind the mustachioed man.

“So I’ve got bottled water, snacks, a gun-“ said Blake suddenly strutting over towards them, dressed now in a navy jacket throw over a black sweater and jeans, her long blonde hair tossed over one shoulder as she looked down into the pack she carried in her hands.

But at her words Negan leant right back on his long legs, eyeing her.

“Now where’d the FUCK you get a gun from, Peaches?” he said in a loud voice,  almost marvelling at her.

Fuck, she really did have the fucking run of this place didn’t she?

“What? You think I don’t have access to your guns cache?” she said narrowing her eyes at him. “I’m having your baby, Negan. I own half of your shit now.”

And there it was- the reason he fucking loved her.

Negan whined out a laugh, as she moved to the pickup truck, shoving her pack onto the passenger seat through the open window.

“Yeah you fuckin’ do, Darlin,” the dark- haired Saviour muttered. “But I guess that mean that I own half of this too-“

And with that, he suddenly grabbed her round jean-clad ass and gave it a hard squeeze, causing her to jump on the spot, shooting him a look.

Her eyes darted to Simon in embarrassment.

“Ouch….Negan….” she reprimanded with a mumble, rubbing at her sore ass cheek, as he retracted his hand with a throaty chuckle.

But at their side Simon gave a grin of his own, nodding at the pair of them.

“Have fun,” he said before turning around and sauntering back over towards the large looming factory buildings just as the rain began to fall a little heavier all around them.

Negan watched as Blake looked skyward, suddenly looking disappointed.

“Oh….no…..I thought we could have a picnic or something….damn it….” She whispered.

But Negan nudged her, strolling around to the drivers side of the truck and pointing at her with a gloved finger.

“Well that’s your fuckin’ fault for bein’ too damn optimistic, Doll-face,” he said curtly. “An’ I don’t think any sort of fuckin’ picnic out there is gonna be very relaxin’ with those dead pricks on our tail the entire time.”

But Blake shrugged, pulling open the passenger side door.

“You’re probably right,” she mumbled letting out a heavy sigh. “I was just thinking of something romantic.”

But Negan’s gave a huff of his own, as they both hopped into the pickup, slamming the doors closed behind them.

“Well, y’know,” said Negan offering her a poignant look and turning the key in the ignition. “If its romance you’re lookin’ for, like I said, I am still up for you blowin’ me in the front seat, Darlin’.”

And with that he gave a grin gesturing to the space between his legs.

Blake, of course, gave an immediate roll of her eyes at this, leaning her elbow against the passenger side door.

“Ugh, now who’s being optimistic. And I don’t think getting down on my knees for you while your driving is really gonna help with my morning sickness,” she said pressing a hand to her temples and rubbing away some excess rain water that lingered there.

The engine spluttered into life as Negan quirked an eye at her for the smallest of moments.

“That why you were up so early this mornin’?” he asked sounding a little concerned.

But Blake just looked back at him, smiling softly.

“Partly, but Mia was up and getting a little fussy anyway…” she said gently.

Negan’s eyes searched Blake’s face now, as rain began to hammer down upon the windscreen before them.

He knew how fucking tiring this must be for her and that was probably a good fucking excuse for her rattiness towards him this last couple of weeks.

But as though reading his mind, Blake looked at him with those big green eyes of hers. And for a moment Negan was transported back to that first time, out there on the road together, in the front of that van on that rainy night.

He had had a fucking soft spot for her back then, but he hadn’t fucking realised that this would be the woman that would be carrying his child. His fucking kid.

She was truly fucking incredible. And he was truly in awe of how far they had fucking come.

But Blake looked at him a little sadly now, shifting in her seat.

“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly her voice earnest. “For being such a pain the the ass these last few days.”

Negan blinked at her now, but she continued before he could say anything.

“I think I’m just a little anxious…” she confessed, pulling at a thread on the sleeve of her jacket absentmindedly. “A-After those miscarriages and after David….well, I just didn’t think I’d ever get the chance to be pregnant again. And it’s all happened just so fast…”

Negan stared back at Blake now, with hard eyes, as she trailed off, her gaze falling into her lap.

“You havin’ second thoughts?” he asked, lifting his chin slightly, and feeling his chest constrict.

But at once Blake shook her head, her eyes reaching his once again.

“No. Not at all,” she said hurriedly. “I just…”

Rain hammered down on the roof of the truck.

“I’m happy…” she said her face suddenly full of hope. “But I guess I’m not used to feeling like this. Having you, having Mia, having a baby...I guess I’m just scared of being too happy….in case it all falls apart again. I-I can’t lose you...o-or Mia again. I just can’t. And I’m sorry if I’ve been pushing you away. I know that all you’ve done is care about me. But I’ve just not been talking to you...I-I’ve not been talking to anyone…”

Negan knew she was right.

He could see the fear in her eyes sometimes when she obviously thought no one was looking.

He had chalked it down to annoyance with him, obviously raising her hackles the moment he brought it up.

But Negan with one hand on the steering wheel, merely stared at her now.

“You ain’t gonna lose us Peaches,” he said with a meaningful growl. “I ain’t fuckin’ goin’ anywhere. And all I fuckin’ want is for you not to have the goddamn weight of the world on your shoulders. Look, we’ve got a long few fuckin’ months ahead of us, an’ hell, I ain’t got a fuckin’ clue what I’m doin’, but you’ve gotta realise that you ain’t alone. An’ I am gonna be right here, day or fuckin’ night.”

He grinned at her,  licking his lips now as he continued, cocking his dark head to the side.

“If you want a run out, I’ll get you a fuckin’ run out. If you want a damn foot rub at 2am, then you just wake me up, Sweetheart. An’ hell, if you want fresh tomatoes from that damn garden of yours, then I will go down there an’ fuckin’ pick them for you.”

At his words, Blake smiled, her hand moving over her abdomen lovingly.

“Thanks, baby,” she said in a soft and gracious voice.

But Negan, smirking, merely reached his hand out and grabbed for hers, before pulling it to his lips and pressing a kiss to her smooth knuckles.

“Don’ mention it, Peaches,” he eased out in a low voice. “Although I’m gonna take back what I said about goin’ into that damn garden and pickin’ tomatoes for you. Hell, I’ve got a reputation to uphold, an’ I don’t want my people seeing me as a mother-fuckin’ goddamn farmer.”

Blake gave a small laugh, now, shaking her head.

“Oh I don’t know…” she purred. “I could see you dressed in a flannel shirt and some gardening gloves, on your knees, gettin’ all down and dirty.”

But Negan just grinned back at her now, as he gave a single shake of his own dark head, pressing his foot onto the gas driving the truck out of the lot.

“Nu-Uh. Not in a million fuckin’ years, Sweetheart.”

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[greenappleeyes]

According to You (part 12)

Words: 1.8k

Summary: You break some major news to Misha.

Warnings: None really; mild language, stressed reader

A/N: This chapter feels a little choppy to me, but I promise it wasn’t as rushed as it seems.

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Misha is single in this series and, as always, no hate or disrespect towards Vicki or their family.

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You settled into your new routine easily after a few weeks of living in your new place. Working at the café, spending time with Misha, and even the occasional lunch date with co-workers; it all felt so normal. It was hard to imagine how you managed to stay sane being trapped like a caged bird by Paul for so many years.

“Hey babe.” Misha said sleepily, pressing his body against your back and kissing your temple. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

You hadn’t even realized you were staring blankly out the window. Spinning around, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. “You, me, work; just… life.”

Ducking his head down, he pressed his lips to yours; the kiss quickly turning heated. The taste and feel of his tongue rolling against yours still managed to leave you breathless. One of his hands threaded through your hair while the other wrapped firmly around your waist; pulling your pliant body against his.

As much as you wanted to stay in Mishas arms all day, you forced yourself to pull away from him. “Mmff… I have to get ready for work.”

“I don’t want you to.” Misha pouted while playfully trying to keep you from wiggling free. “Call in sick. We can stay home and play doctor.”

You laughed heartily; briefly distracted from attempting to escape. Misha took the opportunity to pull you close again; kissing along your jaw and neck. Before he was able to make your knees go completely weak, you managed to remember that you didn’t want to be late for work; again.

“I have to get ready.” He let you pull away this time as you patted his cheek. “We will continue this tonight.”

——————

“Mish?!” You yelled as you entered you apartment only a couple hours after leaving for work. “Are you still here?”

He scooted around the corner to ask what you were doing home so early, but understood immediately upon seeing your pale, clammy skin and the ‘I hate everything’ expression on your face. “Hey, come here and sit down.”

You dragged your feet to the couch and plopped down with a groan. “You should probably go. I don’t want to give you whatever I have.”

“Have you eaten?” He asked, ignoring your suggestion. “I have my cure-all soup at home in the freezer.”

“Ew, no.” You were starving, but the idea of food made you want to wretch. “I don’t know if I could even keep it down.”

Pulling your shoes off and lifting your legs in to the couch, he only smiled softly and kissed your forehead. “You should try. I’ll be right back.”

Upon returning, he found you sitting in the kitchen munching away on a baguette you had brought home from work. “I think I just needed to eat something.”

“Told you.” He said with a smirk as he opened the ziplock bag and began heating the frozen soup on the stove. “You should save some of that for your lunch here.”

Standing up, you kissed him on the cheek and smiled brightly. “You’re too good for me.”

——————

Over the next week, you began noticing an odd pattern. If you went longer than a few hours without eating, you’d become annoyingly nauseous; but as soon as you ate something, you’d feel normal again.

“Your probably knocked up.” Your co-worker Emily said with a laugh.

“That’s not even funny!” It really wasn’t, but you weren’t going to get into details with her about it. “Plus, that’s not even possible; I’ve been on birth control for years. Maybe I’m just getting old. I’m not 20 anymore.”

Emily shrugged and changed the subject, but now the seed of doubt has been planted. What if you were pregnant? How would Misha feel about it? You had only officially been together for a short time and he was already in his early forties; surely he didn’t want a baby disrupting his life even more than you already had.

You decided to push those worries aside for the moment. You had been on birth control even since Paul insisted several years ago after… what happened and there hadn’t been even a scare since then.

——————

A few more weeks passed and you let your worries dissipate. Your appetite had increased, but you chalked it up to stress. Every potential symptom had a logical explanation, therefore there was no reason to worry.

Work had been difficult one particular day; short staffed and busy. You still managed to eat lunch, but you had been dreaming of the leftover pizza sitting in your fridge. The walk home was short and you practically drooled the whole way.

Walking inside, you headed straight for the kitchen and froze in your tracks at the sight of Misha shoving the last bite into his mouth. “Hey, how was work?” He asked while chewing on the very thing you had desired all day.

“You…” your voice cracked unexpectedly. Tears were spilling down your face before you even had a chance to finish your statement.

Misha rushed over to you, assuming the worst; that you had seen Paul. “Woah, Y/N, calm down. What happened?”

What happened? He ate your pizza; that’s what happened. “How could you?!” You shouted through tears and weakly tried to push him away. “I’d been wanting that all day and you just…”

“I’m sorry.” He still didn’t understand what he had done wrong, but clearly you were upset with him. The only thing he could do was wait until you were calm.

After a moment, you finally composed yourself. “Misha, we need to talk.”

His heart pounded in his chest at the seriousness of your tone. Were you not happy? Did you not want to be with him anymore? Did you miss Paul? “Ok. Let’s talk.”

“I need to go to the store.” You said abruptly. “I need to know for sure.” At the moment, you weren’t concerned about how crazy you looked; you needed your answer before dragging anyone else into your paranoid madness.  

Misha had so many emotions swirling in him at the moment. He went from being happy you were home from work, to worried about why you were crying, to scared he had fucked up, and now just confused with your behavior. “Sweetie, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know.” You said, wiping the tears from your eyes. “But I have to find out. Just hang tight here and I’ll find out. I’ll be back in a bit, don’t go anywhere.”

——————

You paced in the bathroom in the Walgreens just up the street from your apartment. Three minutes is an awfully long time when you’re waiting for life changing news. Your phones alarm beeped; but you were almost too scared to look.

Finally gaining the courage to answer the question that had been plaguing the back of your mind for weeks; you peered down at the little, white, plastic stick.

The tiny digital screen showed one word that changed everything for you. Pregnant.

And odd calm came over you. The question had been answered. You had a new set of things to worry about, but you had an answer. Taking a deep breath, you tried to process what to do next. The obvious first thing that came to mind was to stop taking your clearly non-functional birth control and make a doctors appointment.

Misha. You had to tell Misha. This could be a dealbreaker for him and as much as it scared you to tell him, you couldn’t hide this; that simply wouldn’t be fair.  

The walk back to your apartment seemed to take twice as long as it took to get to the store. In the short time, you played every scenario in your mind; ranging from him flat out leaving you to being ecstatic. Hopefully his reaction was the latter.

He was waiting for you outside; worry written all over his face. “Please tell me what’s going on.”

You hugged him tightly, praying that tonight didn’t end poorly. “Let’s go upstairs.”

——————

“I love you, Misha.” Your hands were clamped tight on his to keep them from shaking. “You’ve done so much for me and I can never thank you enough.”

Misha tried to maintain eye contact with you, but looked down and your hands when nerves took over. “Why does this sound like the ‘I love you but I’m not in love with you’ speech?”

“What?” Your eyes were wide with shock for a moment until you smiled reassuringly. “Misha, no. I am in love with you; completely. I’m sorry I made you worry, but that’s not what’s going on here.” Your smile faded as your own insecurities took hold. “Not unless you decide to walk away tonight. I won’t blame…”

It was Mishas turn to reassure you. “I’m not ever walking away from you. What could be so bad that you’d think that?”

It’s now or never. “I don’t know a better way to tell you this without being blunt. Misha, I’m pregnant. So if you don’t want to deal with that, I get it. It’s ok.”

“Pregnant.” Misha said calmly, trying to process the information.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes in case they were filled with disgust like you were bracing yourself for. The shuffling sound of him standing up from his chair pulled your attention away from your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You said, barely above a whisper. “This just complicates things more.”

He tried to respond, but couldn’t seem to find his voice through the emotion welling inside of him. Instead, he positioned himself on his knees, between your legs, and gently laid his head against your belly. His arms wrapped around your waist as he held you tightly; waiting until he could speak again.

After a moment, he was able to compose himself enough to look up at you again. The tears had caused his eyes to redden and get puffy, which only made his brilliant blue irises shine brighter. “Y/N, I love you and I hope you know there’s absolutely no fucking way you’re ever getting rid of me now.”

Relief washed over you at his overwhelmingly happy reaction. Internally chiding yourself, you remembered that he wasn’t Paul. He was the complete opposite and he loved you. Cupping his face in your hands, you encouraged him to sit up and kiss you.

Hidden inside your mind, behind the elation of starting a family with Misha, was one nagging question. What if the baby was Paul’s?”

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[nemesyis]

Cohabitation

Song Kyungil x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Smut.

Kyungil balanced the last few boxes in his muscular arms as he attempted to shut the rear door of your hatchback.  “These are the last babe, can you get the door for me?”

You laughed as you took the top box from him before it fell. Opening the front door to your new duplex, you held the storm door for him so he could get inside without dropping the rest.  “Why are you so clumsy?”

“Only because I keep falling over you” he responded with a wink.

Rolling your eyes as you began to unpack boxes in the kitchen.  You had been dating your boyfriend, Kyungil, for two years and a month ago had made the mutual decision to move in together.  Between his job as a music producer and your successful series of horror novels, the spacious duplex was well within your means.  

He took the box next to you and began to unload dishes into the upper cupboards.  “We should think about picking out something we both like.  What do you think babe?”

You laughed, holding up two different dish towels. One was black and white checkered.  The other was black and embroidered with an little angry green man.  “What you don't like Zim?”

“It's not that I dislike Zim, I just think we could find some stuff we both like.  It would make the place feel more like our home instead of a place shared by roommates.”

“If we are going to go that route, we should probably do the bathrooms as well don’t you think?”

“Sure babe, I will get my keys.”

Looking up from your task in surprise “What, we are going now?”

“Might as well, unless you want to christen the place first” he smirked, landing a slap on your ass as he dodged into the hallway leading to your shared bedroom.

Dropping the towels, you took off after him.  He tried to shut the door to the bedroom but you shoved it open laughing.  He was ready for you and swept you up in his muscular arms and tossed you onto the bare mattress.  He followed close behind, pouncing and pinning you down.  He leaned in close enough for your noses to touch.  Glaring up at him in mock annoyance, you tried to shift his form off of you.  

“Kyungil” you groaned in exasperation, a smile threatening on the corner of your mouth.  Getting physical with him would only cause him to drop all of his dead weight on top of you.  Deciding instead to tickle him.  Slipping your hands under his loose Hulk t-shirt, you found the defined muscles on his ribs that he proudly referred to as his “tiger claws” and began to assault his sides.  

He burst into laughter and bucked upwards to get away from your onslaught.  “Babe, stop it!  Don’t tickle me.  You know how much I hate it”

“Then get off of me you big brute” you laughed.  Taking the opportunity to escape, you grabbed the car keys and made a dash for the door.  “If we are going out we might as well get some groceries too.” you decided.

Sighing in defeat, he adjusted his shirt and put on his favorite baseball cap and followed you out the door.

At the store, you stood staring at row upon row of bath towels in every color imaginable.  Your cart was loaded down with several color options.  Kyungil held up a solid black towel “Babe feel how soft it is.  We should get these.”

Glancing up from your choices, you felt the soft pile of the terry cloth and agreed “I like them, but are you sure about just solid black?”

“Why not?  We both like black.  Besides, I saw you eyeing the galaxy shower curtain and these will go with it.  Add in the stainless steel soap dish and toothbrush holder, and i think we have a winner.”

“Ugh… too many choices” you groaned.  You did like the galaxy print curtain though.  Smiling to yourself as he put the chosen items into the basket.  

“What about sheets Babe?”

“I’m sure that between the two of us, we have enough to outfit a medium sized hotel”

He laughed and took over pushing the cart.  You were going over your list as he went on about his plans for his ‘man cave’, also known as the spare bedroom.  “I can put my gaming stuff in there, a 65’ tv to play them on.  Set up a mixing board for my music, and…”

You tuned him out as you started towards the grocery aisles.  “What do you want for dinner tonight?”

“How about steak and potatoes.  I can grill them up and we can even put some steamed broccoli with it as well.”

“Sounds good.  You go pick out the meat and I will go grab the veggies.  Do we need milk or eggs?”

“Might not be a bad idea to grab them anyways.  I think my eggs went bad a couple of days ago.  I’ve been so busy packing and moving, I never had a chance to eat them all.”

Taking the cart from him, you waited until he disappeared into the refrigerated section to pick out the steaks.  Making  your way to the toy section, you picked out a matching set of nerf guns with extra ammo.  Burying the items beneath the new towels.  You then hurried back to the vegetables and grabbed a bag of potatoes and some a fresh stalk of broccoli.  You had just finished putting the green vegetable into its bag when he reappeared holding two styrofoam trays with large steaks under the plastic wrap.  “Do you approve babe?” he asked.

Inspecting the meat, you nodded your approval. You smiled up at him “I always like it when you show me your meat” you said in your most innocent voice.

He chuckled and put the steaks in the basket. Leaning closer he whispered “I’ll show you my special meat later”

You batted at him playfully and pushed the cart towards the dairy section.  Selecting a dozen jumbo eggs as he grabbed a gallon of milk.  You were just about to head to the front to pay and leave when he stopped and headed towards the pet section.  “I need to grab kitty litter and a bag of food.  Sihyoung and his girlfriend are bringing Moonie over later tonight.”

Your boyfriend had a cat.  A solid black cat named Moonbin.  His friend had been kitty-sitting during the move.  One corner of your new living room was taken up by a large cat tree.  You had made sure he put it far enough away from the curtains to keep them from being shredded.  It still had a view out the window so Moonie could watch the birds and squirrels that ran around in your backyard.  

“Where are you putting the litter box?”

“I figured we could put it in the spare bathroom for now.  We can figure out a permanent place to put it later.”

While you paid for the purchases, Kyungil bagged the items and loaded it back into the basket.  Thankfully he hadn’t noticed the nerf guns.  You had bagged them yourself.  You were finally ready to go home.

Once home, Kyungil helped carry everything inside.  He set about putting the groceries away as you took the new bathroom towels to the master bath and began to decorate.  You managed to hide the nerf guns in the bottom of your closet under your lower row of hanging clothes.  

Returning to the bathroom, you discovered that you forgot to get toilet paper.  You had one roll left and decided  you would stop by the store again tomorrow on your way home from work.  It wasn’t worth getting back out again.  

Kyungil called from the kitchen, “Babe, how do you want your steak?”

“You know how I like it” you called back.  “I’ll be in there shortly to start the potatoes.”

“Don’t worry about them, I’ve already started” was his reply.

You voiced your acknowledgment and began the task of making up the bed.  Choosing your favorite set of sheets.  Clouds and rainbows on a sky blue background.  You knew he secretly hated them, but would put up with them for your sake.  As you fluffed the comforter and smoothed it over, you looked up at the bare walls.  “Hey Sickness!” you called to him.  “What do you want to put on the walls in here?”

“How about that new piece I got last month”

“The abstract nude?”

“Yeah, I like that one a lot”

Eyeing the piece you picked it up and turned it upright then sideways.  You were never sure which way it was supposed to go.  It had been gifted to him by his friend Seunghyun as a pre-emptive house warming present.  Kyungil told you a couple of times that it was supposed to be you.  Unsure how exactly the tangle of blocky shapes was supposed to be you, let alone a human was a mystery.  “Which way is up again?”

He came into the bedroom and took the art piece from you.  He turned it completely upside down “This is the right side up Baby.  How about we put it over the dresser?”

Shrugging, you handed him a nail and hanging hook as he located the stud finder.  Finding the stud in the center of the wall, he passed the stud finder to you and picked up the hammer.  He was just beginning to position the nail when you passed the handheld device over his ass.  Looking over his shoulder at you and smiling “What are you doing?”

“It’s a stud finder right?  I was trying to find a stud” you grinned cheekily.

He shook his head and finished his task.  Hanging the painting on the wall.  “You’re trying to find a stud right?  Well you got one right here” he said, flexing his bicep at you.

Rolling your eyes with a smile you went to the kitchen to go check on the potatoes.  The pot had just reached a rolling boil.  You turned down the heat and placed the lid on the pot.  Taking your steamer basket and the broccoli out, you washed the vegetable and chopped the stalk up into florets.  Dumping the contents into your steam basket, you added water and put it on the stove.  

Kyungil came up and embraced you from behind.  Planting a kiss behind your ear.  “I love to watch you being domestic.  It is such a turn on.”

Arching into him, you rubbed your ass against his crotch and smiled “I know you do.  Just don't think I’m gonna become your little stay at home wife.”

“I would never assume you would.  But if you ever wanted to, I wouldn’t have a problem with it.”

Turning in his arms, you ran your hands down his chest.  Looking up at him from under your lashes you smiled.  “A lady of leisure? I don’t think I could ever do that.  My fans would never let me.  I’m in the middle of a series.  I can’t leave them hanging.  Not only that, I doubt my publisher would let me off that easy.”

Dipping his head, he stole a heated kiss and groped your ass before he took the pot of potatoes off the stove and replaced it with the cast iron griddle.  He brought it up to heat quickly and gently lay the steaks on to it.  The aroma of cooking meat and spices filled the kitchen.  He drained the potatoes and went digging for the masher while the steaks sizzled.  You checked the broccoli.  Finding them just tender enough, you removed them from the heat and dumped them into a bowl.  Adding butter and salt, you sat the bowl on the table.  

“They smell amazing.  I didn't realize I was this hungry” you confessed as you set the table.  

Your boyfriend opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of red wine that had been chilling all day.  He popped it open and set it in a bowl of ice.  “I don’t know where the ice bucket is” he laughed.  

You set the bowl of potatoes on the table and went hunting for wine glasses.  “Which box did you pack them in?”

“How should I know.  You packed your own kitchen stuff.  Don’t worry about it.  We can break the rules and use water glasses.  Just don't tell Seunghyun.  He might actually hurt us or send us to the inquisition for using anything other than wine glasses for this.”

The doorbell rang just as you were finishing dinner.  Kyungil answered and you heard the voices of his friend Sihyoung and his girlfriend, Kate, in the front entry.  The voices were accompanied by the frantic meowing of an extremely disgruntled cat.  “Yeah, he didn’t really like the car ride so much.  But he was a good kitty for us.” Sihyoung told his friend.  

“Come on in, Y/N and I just finished dinner.’

You wiped your hands and went to greet your guests.  Smiling as you shook hands with Sihyoung and Kate.  “So sorry it’s such a mess.  We literally brought over the last few boxes today.”

Kate smiled.  “No need to apologize. Nacho and I were the same when we moved in to our place”

The two of you and the other couple exchanged conversation for about fifteen minutes before they left.  Kyungil let Moonbin out of his crate and the only thing you saw of the cat was a black streak that flew down the hall and under the bed.  Any attempts by your boyfriend to coax the cat out were met with disgruntled growls and hisses.  “Just leave him be for a while.  He will come out when he is ready” you laughed.  

While he was distracted you took the opportunity to quietly open and load the nerf guns.  Leaving one with a note on the bed, you snuck out and hid somewhere in the house.  

Kyungil got to his feet and saw the toy laying on top of the covers.  A note with it said:

“I am somewhere in the house.  This is your weapon for the night.  Loser has to make dinner for a week.  Winner gets to pick their prize”

Grinning he went on the offensive.  Belly crawling down the hallway, he searched for signs of your feet behind the sofa.  Not finding you, he ducked into the guest bathroom and looked behind the shower curtain.  

While his back was turned, you took the opportunity to launch a stealth attack.  Popping off a shot at his back as you dove out of the hall closet and into the kitchen.

He yelped in surprise and turned in enough time to see you disappear around the corner.  He was in hot pursuit.  He took a flying leap, firing after you. He landed on the sofa and rolled to the floor as a couple of your foam projectiles bounced off of the cushions.  

You took off down the hallway again and dove between the bed and the wall next to the door to the master bathroom.  He chased after you laughing “You are so in for it Y/N.  Just wait till I win.”

He took cover on the opposite side of the bed as the fire fight went full force.  Moonie took off out of the bedroom in a flash of black fur as his hiding place became much to noisy as the two of you laughed till you couldn't breathe any longer.  Kyungil put his hands up in surrender.  “I give up.  I’m out of ammo.”

Laughing you held your weapon out in front of you.  As you came around the bed, he attacked and tackled you onto the mattress again.  This time you didn't fight back quite as hard.  He kissed you all over your face and neck.  You squealed as his hair tickled your neck.  Breathless with laughter you stared at each other smiling.  

As you lay under him, the tension became palpable.  He leaned down and gently brushed his lips to yours.  You met is lips half way and his kiss became hungry.  He pulled back and sat on his knees long enough to pull his shirt over his head.  You devoured the sight with your eyes.  You loved looking at him.  His bronze skin rippled over muscle.  Dragging your gaze back up to his face, you blushed.  He had caught you staring.  “Like what you see?” he asked as he bent back down to claim your lips once more.

Kyungil watched as your pupils dilated with desire and your breath became shallow.  He crashed his lips to yours with bruising force and ran his tongue along the seam of your lips demanding entry.  As your lips parted for him, so did your knees. He settled his hips between your thighs and rocked against your core.  He could feel your heat through your leggings and his jeans.  He groaned when you ran your nails down the expanse of his back before grabbing onto his ass.  

Your breath hitched when you felt his growing erection nudge against your sex.  It caused a shockwave of pleasure to ricochet through your body.  Moaning into his mouth, you urged him along with your hands.  When his fingers delved under your leggings and pushed your panties to the side, your eyes snapped open as they found the sensitive little nub of flesh and began to rub circles around it.  

“Please Kyungil, I need more”

“Begging already?”  

“Fuck you”

“Okay”

You grinned as he stripped off your leggings and panties in one tug.  You were in for it now and you knew it.

“Always such a brat” he smiled before he buried his face between your thighs.  ]

“When am I not”

This was all the answer you could give before he had you a panting wailing mess beneath his talented tongue.  Your entire body jolted as the deft muscle stiffened and flattened against your clit and sent you spiraling over the edge.  He tore a long and loud wail from you as you came on his tongue.  

“That’s my girl”

You lay there panting, coming down off of your high.  He pulled you upright and helped you out of your shit and bra.  As you lay back, he stood to strip off his jeans and boxers.  The sight of his hard cock dripping precum made your mouth water.  “Lay on the bed for me.”

He sat obediently and lay back on the mattress, his feet still flat on the floor.  You lay your upper torso across his belly and wasted no time in taking his entire length into your mouth.  He sucked in a breath and you sucked him down your throat.  There were perks for not having a gag reflex.  You held him as long as possible before you had to come up for air.  Swallowing hard around his cock before pulling back.  

“Fuck baby, you do that again and I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”

“You becoming a minuteman on me?”

He laughed and flipped you over.  “I’ll show you minuteman” as he slid into your cunt from behind.  He pressed your chest to the mattress and began thrusting with long hard strokes.  

“Ffffuck… harder, fuck me harder!”

He obliged and picked up his pace.  Thank god your bed did not have a headboard.  The neighbors if they were home would have been subjected to the pounding against the wall.  As it was, they knew exactly what he was doing to you by your vocalizations alone.  Kyungil always reduced you to a moaning screaming mess.  

Arching your back as you felt the tightly wound spring in your abdomen snap, you came loudly.  Hips jerking wildly as your orgasm dripped messily down your thighs. Kyungil held on and fucked you through your orgasm, his own thighs drenched by you.  

“Im going to cum Baby, where do you want it?”

“Cum all over my ass” was your breathy reply.

Kyungil wrapped an arm around your waist as he chased his own pleasure.  His hips began to lose their rhythm as he neared his own end.  Fucking into you hard once, twice, and on the third he quickly pulled out and you felt spurts of hot cum land on your lower back and ass.  “Oh my god, how lucky am I to have a girlfriend with such a good pussy” he groaned, his body wracked with pleasure.  

You looked back at him over your shoulder, blowing your hair from your eyes with a puff.  “Just lucky I guess.  Now get me a towel.  Not one of the new ones.  I don't want to have to wash them just yet.”

He laughed as he left you in your face down ass up position to search for a towel.  “Which box did you pack those in?”

Groaning you called back “It was the one marked master bathroom”

“Its not in here Babe.  Sit tight, I will go look in the garage.  It might be out there for some reason” he said as he pulled on his boxers and walked out of the room.

“I swear to god Kyungil.  Just hand me any towel.  I’m going to have to wash all the bedding again as it is. I can throw it in with the comforter.”

“Good, I didn't want to sleep on rainbows and clouds tonight anyway.” he laughed.

“Asshole!”

-End