#i was giggling and slap happy for several hours afterwards

[righteous-r0de0]

patreon notification had me crashing out

[parkers-gal]

can u do one where is ag!reader’s birthday party and there’s a lot of celebrities there (like rihanna, beyonce, kylie, doja, megan...) and she introduce tom and the boys too to them? i love your writing 🥺💙

aww🥺

this sucks but i tried lol

wc: 1.8k

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“C’mon, babes!” You pull him into your side. “It’ll be so much fun! And besides, you’re a social butterfly. You’ll fit right in,” you smile with some extra pep, and Tom laughs in response, finally nodding in agreement.

“Alright. But don’t touch your present until it’s time.” “I won’t!” You squeal. “That was one time!”

“One time too many!”

“Fine, fine,” you stand up. “C’mon, take a shower with me.”

Tom raises a brow, “Oh?”

“It’s my birthday,” you smirk, “I can have whatever I want.”

“That indeed, darling,” he’s pulled up by your arms, and the two of you go off to get ready for the party in just a few hours.

Finally, forty minutes later, you’ve dressed and prepared to drive down to the country club you’ve rented out for the party. You don’t normally make such a big deal about your birthday, but because of the success of your recent album, you know everyone would want to rejoice after all the time in quarantine.

Applying your last bit of lip liner, Tom comes strolling in while adjusting his Rolex watch. He reaches for the comb sitting in the top drawer, and you admire how sensual he looks getting ready.

“See something you like, love?”

“Ah ah ah,” You stop him. “I get free access to gawk over your hands. Today is shame-free, baby,” You do the rock ‘n’ roll sign for dramatics, and Tom teasingly rolls his eyes.

“Okay, go sit in the car, love. I need to get your present into the trunk while you aren’t eyeing my hands.”

“Yeah yeah,” You wave him off, and as you leave the bathroom, Tom playfully slaps your ass, sparking a giggle from you.

Afterward, when you finally do arrive, your mom and close friends/choreographers have already made sure the setup was complete. The first few guests to arrive are your closest confidants: Victoria Monet, Tommy Brown, Scootie and Mikey, Tayla Parx, and Courtney Chipolone.

“You look good, girl!” Victoria greets you with a soft hug, her highlight accentuating the beautiful shades of her skin.

“You too!” you reciprocate her excitement.

“And happy birthday,” she holds you at arm’s length before turning to Tom. “Treating the birthday girl well?”

“Of course, of course,” he clasps his hands together and smiles so wide that his eye crinkles show. You smile at that, hand going to the small of his back to pull him closer.

More people arrive, and soon enough the hall is packed and you’ve lost Tom in a crowd of familiar faces. You see him sitting at the bar, engaging in conversation with his brother Sam and Scott, your choreographer. Deciding to make your way over to him, you’re halfway through the bunch of the crowd when Abel stops you to catch up.

“Oh-! Can I be right back?”

He nods with a smile, sipping his cocktail and letting you run off again. Quickly, you make your way to the barstool that seats Tom.

“Hey love,” he greets.

“Hi, baby,” You curl into his side, waving gently to the boys sitting beside him. “C’mon, I want you to meet some people.”

“Welp,” Tom stands, “That’s my cue.” The three of them share a laugh and then he’s linking his hand with yours and letting you take the lead.

“You know The Weeknd, right?”

“What?” Tom stops, and because his hand is linked with yours it stops you too. “No, love, that’s- I’m- you can’t introduce me to him!”

“Why not?” You giggle. “He’s just a person.”

“Yeah, and extremely talented and successful person who my brother happens to obsess over.” You roll your eyes teasingly while beginning to pull him along again. “You’ll be fine, you big baby. Besides, he’s always wanted to meet you.”

“Alright,” he mumbles, still nervous but trusting you. Before long, he’s standing in front of the “After Hours,” singer, shaking his hand and engrossing himself in easy conversation. It flows so well that Tom almost doesn’t remember being nervous to meet him.

“I’m gonna get a refill,” He excuses himself. “It was great to catch up, Y/N/N. And nice meeting you, Tom,” he pats Tom’s shoulder as the two of you wave him goodbye.

Tom lets out a heavy breath, one of relief and pure excitement from having just met another big-time celebrity.

“Look at you, big guy,” you tease, tapping his shoulders in a taunting manner. Tom rolls his eyes and chuckles, catching your hands with his and pulling you to his chest for an almost kiss.

“Shut up,” he mumbles.

“Make me.”

And he does — with his lips. When the two of you separate, you spot a group of girls in the corner and you immediately light up. Tom doesn’t have time to process what’s happening before you’re tugging him along to another side of the room.

“C’mon! There‘re more people I want you to meet!”

“Love! I’m not prepared!” he whisper-shouts. You ignore his pleas and enlargen the circle of familiar friends.

“Girlies!” they squeal as you greet them. “It’s good to see you all! There’s someone I wanna introduce you all to…” You pull Tom along, who’s a blushing, bashful mess of British and messy curls. “Tom, this is Doja, Megan, and Nicki.” You gesture to each one as you say their names. “Guys, this is Tom, my boyfriend.”

“The one you always talk about in the studio?”

“Oh, that one! In all your pictures! He’s the one on your lock screen, right?”

Nicki chuckles from behind her champagne glass, observing the encounter unravel.

“Is that so, darling?” Tom eyes you, and you groan dramatically. “Didn’t know you were so head over heels for me.”

“Oh… hush,” you sass him, and everyone laughs.

“A little birdie told me you had something to do with the makings of Positions…” Nicki teases.

You gasp, feigning shock. “I never should’ve told you that! Ugh,” You groan again, and everyone laughs at your flustered state. “I slipped up one time. One! Time!”

“Feel free to keep slipping up, then,” Tom teases. You lightly slap his upper chest and he giggles, pulling you in to steal another kiss.

“Y/N says you’ve just wrapped filming with Zendaya…?” Doja suggests, and Tom immediately lights up again.

“Oh, yeah! Spider-man three. Actually, I think Daya may be here.”

“She is,” You confirm. “She’s with Jacob and Harry by the pool table.”

“I’m gonna introduce myself,” Doja smiles slyly, and you and Tom share a laugh at her antics. Megan trails after her, champagne glass still in her hands.

“Don’t embarrass me!” She stops to speak to you one last time. “Oh, and happy birthday, Y/N. It was really nice meeting you, Tom,” she waves and Tom returns the gesture.

The two of you are left alone with Nicki, who’s speaking to a man that Tom guesses to be her boyfriend. You pull Tom along again, settling by the snack table to grab a few churros and pretzels.

“So? Whaddya think?”

“Megan had really nice nails,” He says through bites.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he smiles, though his mouth is stuffed. “Super pretty.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to tell her.”

Tom chuckles softly, sipping some bottled water. You watch the way his jawline accentuates and you have to force your eyes away from his soft skin and back to the cinnamon delight in your hands.

“Nicki is literally just like her songs. Like- she talks in the same way. It’s so funny.”

“Yeah,” you lick your lips, mindlessly giving Tom the rest of your churro while he hands you his half-empty water bottle. “She’s such an entertaining person. It’d be fun to get together with her one day.”

“Definitely,” Tom smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Who’s next?”

“I think Kylie and her sister are here.”

“Oh my god,” he swallows. “Is Stormi here?”

“Of course you’d ask that.” You roll your eyes, putting the bottle into the recycling bin and pulling Tom towards a gathering of couches and lounge chairs. When you spot her, Travis Scott is taking pictures for what you assume to be her Instagram. She’s dressed in a skin-tight dress and some elegant heels, and you make a mental note to compliment her later.

“Kylie!” You make yourself known. She lets out a soft “oh!” and stands immediately to hug you. Travis turns his phone off and shakes Tom’s hand while you talk with Kylie. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you! Happy birthday,” She smiles before turning to Tom.

“Hey. I’m Tom. Y/N’s-”

“Boyfriend,” She finishes, shaking his hand. “I’m Kylie.”

When you notice Travis making his way back over to the three of you, you see Stormi in his arms and from your peripheral vision, Tom is bouncing on his feet in excitement.

“Stormi, this is Tom. He wanted to meet you,” Travis whispers softly, setting her down on her feet. She gravitates towards Tom, and the two of them start talking rather passionately about something fun. You chuckle at them, but you can’t help admiring Tom for his skills with kids.

You talk with Kylie about the past few months, and after several minutes, you see Harry and Harrison making their way over to you and Tom.

“And who’s this little lady?” Harrison smiles when Stormi giggles, and he kneels to her level.

“Stormi,” She says softly. Both Harrison and Tom clap and praise the sweet girl for introducing herself all on her own. Tom takes a seat on one of the lounge chairs, and Stormi finds comfort on his left leg while playing with his right hand. They discuss which nail polish colors would be best with Tom’s look, and you indulge in Kylie’s newest beauty and skincare products.

Later on, you’re back at the snack table with Tom, and after sufficiently filling up, you offer another suggestion. “Up for meeting Madonna again?”

Tom’s eyes widen and he groans, shaking his head in panic. “No. Absolutely not. Not after what happened last time-”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you say between laughs, grabbing his hand to calm him down. You wrap your arms around his neck and link your hands, leaning against him in a slow-dance position. His hands find the skin of your waist in comfort. The moment doesn’t last long when you notice Tom’s brothers making their way over with a glint in their eyes — you know they want something.

“What do you divs want?” Tom asks, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Well…”

“We heard Nicki Minaj is here,” Harrison interrupts Sam.

“Would you introduce us?” Harry beams in hope. He looks almost nervous, albeit still excited, about asking. Whether that’s because you might say no, or because she’s one of his favorite artists, neither you nor Tom know.

Separating from Tom, you let out a deep and exasperated breath, smiling goodbye and unlinking your hand with his. “Here we go again!” You whisper while the boys pull you along in the direction of the Queen of Rap.

[seodami]

Dearest treasure | KTH

|PART 1| |PART 2| |PART 3|

Summary: Every kid in town was afraid of Kang Taehyun, the old -slightly creepy- man living alone for years and years in the same run down house. Every night he would go into his backyard with a shovel and dig a hole into the earth. No one knows why and there are kids rumouring about him burying people. Jungwon was a bright kid, wanting to find out the truth behind this widely spread rumour for a school project. And what he found out would change his life forever.

Genre: fluff, angst, flashbacks, story of life, snippets of life, tiny bit humour

Warning: old Taehyun, mention of death, mention of suicide/suicidal thoughts, death

Word count: 10152 (all 3 parts together)

Pairing: Kang Taehyun x reader, (Yang Jungwon)

Note: Wow okay so this story took me a while to write and I listened to hours of das music to finish this🥺 this was honestly an emotional rollercoaster. But I’m so glad it’s finally finished so I can post it on here yayyy!!! I hope you like it an enjoooyy (please tell me if you cried I would really appreciate your responses haha bc I did)

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2021

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Hueningkai, happy birthday to youuuu...” the crowd gathered in the small kitchen around said birthday boy, singing more or less in unison, while some were eagerly hitting his back, hoping he would finally blew out the 18 candles on top of the colourful decorated cake. Yeonjun, one of his friends managed to sweep some of the delicious cake frosting onto his finger just to smear it right across the now 18 year old boy’s cheek.

Taehyun let out a loud laugh, holding their other friend Beomgyu back from joining in on the incoming chaotic frosting war. It was far too crowded in this hot tiny kitchen for having at least 20 people smearing each other’s faces and ruining their make up. It was like everyone was going wild, letting free their stress and problems of the day.

It wasn’t until Taehyun himself felt something wet and extremely cake scented against his own cheek - and due to his rapid motion - also on his lips. His eyes met yours for the first time that moment. And he swears, his heart must have felt extremely sporty this exact moment because it started racing like crazy when he saw that adorable cheeky grin sneaking on your face, eyes moving swiftly down to his lips, where the frosting had been put, before going back to his eyes again. There was a mischievous glint in your eyes, which immediately pulled him into a ban. It fascinated him too much to look away.

He didn’t know how long you were just silently teasing each other, but the next moment he wasn’t holding onto Beomgyu’s arm anymore. He sweeped up some frosting himself on his index finger, deeply digging into the cake, and before you could even realize what was going to happen, there was already a big fat purple trail of frosting from your cheek up to your nose. Taehyun playfully laughed at his creation, trying to get away from you as fast as possible as soon as he saw your determination in your face. Oh you were so not gonna lose to this boy.

You chased each other laughing around the kitchen, the connection strangely already built, even though none of you could explain how or why. It was just there, like a spark in the dark. You managed to find the perfect opportunity to sneak up behind him, looking searching into the crowd, and slap some more frosting right on his other cheek. Taehyun let out a surprised squeal, with one swift motion he had already turned around to look at your big lively eyes. The blonde boy could only laugh in disbelief, seeing you burst out into a fit of giggles. Taehyun didn’t see the intense stare from his now 18 year old friend in his back, nor did he see how your heart skipped a beat when you took a glance at him.

It wasn’t his intention to only talk to you this long evening. It wasn’t his intention to ruin Hueningkais mood because he kept his crush away from him. And it most definitely wasn’t his intention to fall for you and your witty charm so quickly. But let’s be honest, life wasn’t made to be perfect. It was made to be full of surprises and colourful like a big bag of candy. You never knew what you would get.

2022

Your first kiss happened on a random Thursday evening. When you decided to tag along a few of his friends to a camping trip, Taehyun knew that would be his downfall. When you two first met at Hueningkais birthday party almost a year ago, he didn’t knew about his younger friends huge crush on you. Quite honestly, he felt horrible for what happened at this day. And he felt even worse about the feelings he was secretly harvesting for you.

When his friend Soobin told him about the youngest misery, the first thing Taehyun did was rushing to Kais house and apologise for not knowing. He could see that day how his previous actions were burdening his friend, even though he tried to hide it, they were crushing his happy self down. And Taehyun swore to himself after this day, that he would never ever want any person to change just because of his behaviour. He wanted Hueningkai to always be this bright, cheerful, innocent boy he knew and everyone adored. And what was even more important to him: he swore to never let a girl go between any of their friendships. And if you were important to Kai, Taehyun wholeheartedly meant to step back and let his brother-like friend find his happiness. He really meant it.

But it had to come differently. Taehyun tried a whole year not to come into contact with you. He tried to not be present at the same events as you, he tried not to answer your friendly ‘hey’ messages at midnight and he tried to avoid your eyes whenever you walked past each other. But how could he be prepared for this camping trip- 24 hours a day with you in close proximity. It was a challenge set to fail at the very beginning. And he knew it.

It was visible for everyone that you saw Hyuka as just a friend. You didn’t have the sparkle in your eyes like you did when you looked at the blonde boy and you didn’t searched his eyes in a crowd of peoples. You always looked for Taehyuns eyes. Not for Hueningkais. But how could anyone resent him to not realize after having a crush on you for already over 5 years. Yet nobody dared to tell him. They didn’t want him to be hurt.

But this one evening was different. Taehyun could have run away. He could have. But he didn’t when you approached him sitting alone on a small cliff, the warm sea water flowing peacefully and steadily under their feet. His face was turned slightly upwards towards the disappearing sun. It was still warm and humid. You silently sat down next to him, only a few centimetres apart. It was too close for his liking. He could smell your scented hair and see the little redness on your cheeks from the shining sun just hours before. He could see your pink lips moisturised and glistening as your tongue glided against the flesh. You were way too close and it made him anxious.

He could have just left or stared blankly ahead of him but you made it so hard for him to not to fall into a comfortable and excited flow of talking. And before he knew, the both of you talked and laughed together, shoulder against shoulder, thighs brushing against each other here and there. Anyone could have seen the chemistry between the two of you. The sparks were almost flying a mile away.

Soon, Taehyuns nervous glances behind his back stopped as darkness rolled over you and the only thing he could see was you in front of him in the soft light of the moon. Your face was so close. Your lips were just there. Just for him. And not a split second before the thought had gotten into his mind, you closed the small gap between you two.

He didn’t knew what had gotten into him that exact moment. He knew it was so wrong, yet it was so right. It happened so quick- your lips against his- maybe he even imagined it but the tingling against his own lips afterwards pulled him back into reality. He goddamn kissed his brothers crush and now he had to live with the consequences. And he was so afraid.

2023

A year later, everything seemed going in every thinkable direction. Yet, it went all differently than he thought. A lot had happened after that first kiss of yours. It wasn’t very difficult for your friends to figure out the whole situation and set together all the puzzle pieces. Soon they all knew about you two. It didn’t made any sense to stay away from each other when you two obviously were head over heels for each other. You tried hiding your blooming relationship but was it really an option to begin with?

The moment Taehyun dreaded more than anything else, was Kai finding out. And of course he did. When he saw you two coincidentally at the ice cream parlour, trying each other’s flavours, your head laying on his shoulder, he knew. Deep down he knew it before and deep down he was understanding that he never could be in Taehyuns shoes. He always felt like he was lacking, comparing himself to his best friends. It was like a heavy punch inside his abdomen, maybe also in his face. And when Taehyun turned around, meeting Hueningkais teary, hurt eyes, he felt like crying himself. He felt so much worse than he thought he would. He felt so useless, like the worst person alive. He broke his best friend. And he suddenly wanted to turn back time to Kais 18th birthday party and wished he never smeared that cake onto your face.

It was a tough time afterwards. You never knew about Kais crush on you, so it left you feeling utterly helpless. You wanted to help somehow but just made it worse. Taehyuns friendship with Kai also was severely damaged and you felt it was just because of you. To say the least, you both felt horrible. But could you really if you both just followed your heart?

It took a while but for Taehyun it was every second worth the wait when Hueningkai came to talk to him. It was a long heartfelt conversation filled with tears, apologies, forgiveness and lots of hugs. Taehyun felt deeply thankful towards his friend. Kai knew he couldn’t hold his friends happiness away from him. He knew a girl who didn’t want him wasn’t worth losing one of his dearest and closest friends. He knew his feelings for you soon or later would disappear. It just took some time.

And it indeed got better for all of you. Him and Kai were as close as before if not even closer and between you and Taehyun was nothing but love. Taehyun had never felt such feelings this strong for anyone else before. Not even his eleven year older babysitter he had a crush on when he was 7 years old for whom he waited anxiously every time his parents went out. Taehyun felt absolutely great being with you. He loved the way your conversations flowed so well and he loved the way you always supported each other. He didn’t know much about relationships in the first place since you were his first real girlfriend but somehow he knew this was just right and just healthy. You just clicked.

2026

Taehyun was 24 and you were 23 when your first break up happened. It wasn’t out of hatred or jealousy like other couples may go through, no, it was because you both decided to. It was the best move at that moment, thinking that a long distance relationship over half the globe couldn’t work anymore. It worked for a year since you left for France to work. It was a good paid job in just the right place for you and you loved it. But you hated being so far away from Taehyun.

Your relationship was amazing. It was like living on fluffy clouds, always high with the feeling of euphoria and glee. But there had to be low points as well. The sky wasn’t always full of clouds. Sometimes you had to jump off to come into touch with reality. And this was such a moment.

However, nobody would have thought that sometimes these decisions we make and find so hard to make, exactly these were the worse decisions. Taehyun felt like he was a hollow porcelain figure. He felt so lonely even though you still were parted by the ocean. And somehow he felt less lonely before the split. Now he felt like you took his heart with you. And the only person who could save him from drowning was you.

It only took him half a year- 6 months- to realize that he made the worst decisions in his life. Hueningkai, who had long lost feelings for you and now was in a happy relationship himself, literally beat some sense into his hollow brain. He couldn’t just lose you like that. And it took him only one kick to pack his bag and take the next plane towards France. Towards you.

To say the least, you were utterly shocked to see your (ex)boyfriend sit in front of the wooden door of your small apartment. His eyes weren’t sparkling like they did all these years before. And his hair had grown a bit- it was now black again. Seeing you again was like a spark of hope inside of him. He wanted to make it good again. He was determined to get you back, no matter how hard a long distance relationship might be. It was worth for him now, he learned that the hard way.

You pulled him up and inside your tiny flat. It felt so familiar touching him, yet it seemed so long ago. But you missed it…him. Before any words were shared, Taehyun pulled you into a bone crushing hug. You felt like crying, finally being with the person you loved the most. All your surpressed feelings came crashing back to you again. And you wanted to never let him go again. Hugging him felt like coming home again after a long trip. And something in this hug brought you reassurance that your story together wasn’t over yet. There would need to be much more difficult obstacles than an ocean between the two of you to part you.

2027

You cried. You bawled your eyes out. As much and hard as you possibly could. Taehyuns arms pressed you further into his firm chest, grabbing the fabric of his blue hoodie. Large wet spots were now found on top of it. The small plastic stick in Taehyuns hands felt heavy and cold. He couldn’t quite grasp this particular situation, being lost in his own train of thoughts. He was shell shocked. You on the other hand were emotionally on the furthest end. Not only were your hands shaking uncontrollably, but your whole face by now was sticky from all your endless flowing tears.

“It’s allright sunshine. We can do that. It’s just a surprise, not the end of the world, okay?” The 24 year old mans voice wasn’t as stable as he hoped it to be but it had the right effect on you anyways. Your big eyes saw his blurry face in front of you. A sob escaped your mouth. He gave you the sweetest smile, gently tapping away your heavy tears.

“I’m afraid, Taehyun…” your hoarse voice almost sounded as quiet as a breeze, you weren’t sure if he even heard it. But the man simply put his forehead against yours, patting your hair in the back with the utmost care. You could feel him nod slightly, being able to see the fear in his own eyes.

“I know baby, me too… but we can do this together. Really. You are not alone in this.” It was almost like a promise, telling you he never would leave your side. Not even when you would look like a bloated whale with calve and back pain. Not even when in less than 9 months you both would enter a totally different path in life. But you would do it together. And that was what calmed you down the most. With him you were never alone.

2029

When his big sparkling eyes met your elegant white figure, he couldn’t help but let a tear slip past his normally controlled face. No one could blame him. It was such a touching moment in every persons life being able to see their partner in front of the altar with their hand in their own. And when he saw that big bright smile on your lips, muttering the soft ‘I do’ in his ears full of confidence, he knew that life went just the right way. He suddenly believed in fate and soulmates and true love. Because when he looked at your eyes, he saw his future. Not only his past and present but all the other precious moments to come.

Your path up until this moment wasn’t easy and you both knew that. The pregnancy had been a tough one for you, containing dozens of sleepless nights, horrible mood swings and a 34 hour long birth. Taehyun still could remember the day his daughter was born as well as his own name. He still felt your squeezing hand, he still heard your painful screams and most importantly, he still remembers holding and seeing the baby for the first time, setting free emotions even he didn’t knew he had. It was a new world for both of you. But you regretted absolutely nothing.

And when he could finally lay his lips on top of yours, the priest declaring you his wife, he couldn’t hear his friends and families cheers and whistles. He could only really see you and his little daughter in her grandfathers arms.

2032

“Daddy hurry up. I want to play.” The small yet loud voice of Taehee, your first born daughter, boomed through the empty halls. Nothing adorned the blank walls yet and the only color he could see besides white, was the brown of the many carton boxes standing around on the floor. A satisfying feeling made itself known inside of the young father. The new keys pressed cooling against his palm. It was both of your hard work that enabled you to finally settle down and buy your first real house together. And it felt exhilarating.

“Soon bunny, we will first make some space here, alright? It may takes some time though. You can help me.” He offered the tiny girl his hand, which she immediately grabbed. While grinning from ear to ear, ponytails bobbing up and down, she looked way too much alike her mother. Even the way they laugh reminded him of her. Only the big innocent eyes showed him that indeed she was his child, glistening with the same amount of curiosity as his always did.

“When is mummy coming back? I want to see my little brother again. He was so cute.” The man smiled fondly at the girl in his hand and mentioned her to sit down onto the wooden floor. “They are coming this evening. They still need to rest a bit in the hospital until they can come home. But in the meantime we are gonna start unpacking and make a nice cosy dinner for mummy, how does that sound?” The girl nodded again, this time more excited at the mention of her new little brother and mother coming home. You were both over the moon when you found out about your second pregnancy. Unlike the first time, it was a happy memory free from all your doubts and fears. You already went through the first one so it showed to be a lot easier the second time. Yet it was just exhilarating as the first one, Taehyun finally found his loved ones and he would never ever let them go. He was the happiest he had ever been. It was all like a dream.

When you were finally being released from the dull hospital, this time with a tiny baby boy in the bowl in your hands, you were met with one of the beloved home cooked meals of your husband. Taehyun had gone all out to surprise you and the adorable girl besides him had the biggest smile on her face as he explained that she had helped her. The first meeting of Taehees new sibling was just lovely. Fondness was already written all across her as she carefully poked the baby’s chubby cheek. Taehyuns eyes were full of the purest form of love. Proud, yet so delicate, it was just as you had seen him on the day your first daughter was born. He was ready to give it all to his family. And he meant it.

The next day was just as eventful as the day before. Printed out pictures were all laying around the empty floor, now they were all sitting on a fluffy carpet. You were hunched over a white piece of paper, eccentricly writing down all and everything. Taehyun playfully peaked over your shoulders to get a small glimpse at the long heartfelt letter, you seemed to be writing with so much concentration, only to be met with a giggling flick on his forehead. You had told him it was only to be read in the future, not for now, so he respected your decision but it still didn’t hinder him from being curious and trying to guess what you were writing. Taehyun had always had the urge to find more about things he was interested in and constantly would sacrifice his free time to learn new skills or facts about all thinkable topics. Something you loved so much about your love.

“Alright. I’m finished. Now…bunny have you found your favorite drawings?” You folded the papers and stuffed them into a pink envelope. Glitter stickers were put all around by your little daughter. The girl nodded enthusiastically holding up a few of her fantastic, creative paintings so full of life and childlike excitement. Taehyun took them from her with a smile and layed them into the metal box together with your letter and a pile of photos you’ve carefully chose together.

You and Taehyun sitting on the couch at night, your children already sleeping tight. You felt his hot breath in your neck, letting your heart race like a maniac but still feeling completely and utterly lost and in love with this man. Laying against his upper body, you’ve spontaneously decided to hide a time capsule in your new garden full of your dearest treasures. It was a wonderful idea honestly, holding onto this seemingly perfect moment just for a moment longer before letting go and let the flow of life taking over again. A moment to freeze and lock up in a tiny box to look back at in the future. It was a secure feeling for the both of you.

After adding all the things you’ve found important, Taehyun recalled Taehee bringing one of her favorite toys and in the end there were way too many things inside, he could barely close the lid and lock it up. Together with a shovel, you made your way towards the backyard, finding a lovely spot next to a hazel bush. A place he could never forget as he saw his daughter running around with joy in her yellow sundress. Lovely. Just lovely.

Digging the hole about a meter and a half deep, Taehyun placed the box carefully into the cooling soil, smelling the intense scent of nature. With a last smile, he filled the hole with earth again, leaving back a bittersweet moment of farewell and a new segment of life. But that was how life went. Unexpectedly and still so lovely.

2045

“Dad, can you please drive me to Johnny? He asked me to hang out...” Taehyun looked up from his computer, legs crossed, too focused to fully realize what his 17 year old daughter just asked him. A distant hum was his only answer. “Dad? Did you hear me?” Taehee tried again, slight annoyance laced in her voice. Taehyun blinked surprised and snapped out of his bubble filled with work.

“What did you say bunny?” The same nickname had never left the now teenage girl throughout her whole life. “Oh dad…I asked if you could give me a ride to Johnny’s?” A hint of a red blush creeped up her ears and cheeks under her fathers piercing eyes. “Johnny who? The lanky skater boy from your class? The one who was expelled for violent behaviour?” Taehee shrunk seemingly but shook her head, trying to form an excuse. “No- I mean yes it’s him but dad he’s really not like that. You don’t even know him. He just asked me to hang out…that’s all.”

Taehyun pulled an eyebrow up but nodding, an incoming call from work disrupting his train of thoughts. “And? Can you?” She asked again, seeing her father already about to accept the call. “No…no not now bunny. I’m still working but you can ask your mum. She wanted to drive your brother to his boxing lesson.” With this he finally accepted the call, apologising for the wait. With a sigh and a short nod, Taehee turned and waved his father rejectedly, looking over her shoulder.

Little did he know… oh how Taehyun wished to relive this moment, never accepting that stupid call and just drive his children instead of you. Everything would still be alright. Everyone would still be here…

That had been the last moment he saw his daughter, his son and his wife.

When Taehyun received the life changing call, his heart fell into a sea of tiny deathly splinters. Nothing was left for him. He had nothing. Absolutely nothing. When the hospital told him about the deathly car crash his whole family had been fatally injured and in the end dying on the spot of the accident, he broke down… he wanted to cry and scream and shout and destroy everything…but he couldn’t. He was empty. And so empty, not only his family disappeared that day, he vanished as well, never experiencing the feeling of home and comfort and love ever again. He was completely lost and that forever. And that’s when Taehyun gave up. He just simply…gave up.

[gottawriteanegoortwo]

Visitation - November 2020

A full year since your first visitation, you find yourself getting ready to meet Yancy in a different place in the prison. One hour. One ‘date’. How would it go?

Word Count: 1,949

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Even if visiting Happy Trails Penitentiary once a month was a regular event at this point for you, it didn’t dismiss the butterflies that were fluttering in the pit of your stomach as you arrived with a rucksack. This, in a way, was the first ‘date’ with Yancy since you started your romantic relationship. Finding love as part of a volunteer project was not part of the plan, but now you couldn’t see this any other way. The letters that were sent back and forth were kept together in a folder in your room where they would be safe. A year let you see the little things that happened through Yancy’s writing: how it became easier to write letters that spanned several pages, how Yancy’s handwriting grew a little neater as the months passed, how he continued using the notebook paper and stationery you gave him. You were sure he could see the same in you. Maybe he’d notice the way you spoke more about your life (the good and the bad), or how you put care into your letters, even going as far as adding some doodles in the hope it’d make him smile.

You were in love, and there was no denying that.

The receptionist gave a knowing smile as she explained how conjugal visits went while a guard checked the contents of your bag. How obvious were the nerves, despite the fact it was the same thing as usual? There was a small apartment-like setup in a quiet wing of the prison. It consisted of an open space living room-kitchen combo, a bathroom, and a bedroom that would be locked (it was reserved for families that had to travel long distances for conjugal visits). The rules were rattled off: you and your possessions would be searched to ensure nothing suspicious was inside, cleanliness would be crucial, you would receive a half-hour warning, among other things.

“An’ above all, I don’t wanna hear y’all were up to any funny business.” The Warden’s sudden appearance made you jump. “I know you two’re fine, upstanding youths, but if I catch a peep of trouble, there’ll be a firm warnin’ given. I know that’s not gonna be th’ case!” He slapped your shoulder with an amused chuckle, and it took all your might to bottle up a wince. “I wanna wish ya luck. We’ve been running this here volunteer project for over ten years now, and this is only th’ second time a volunteer and prisoner started datin’. I’m happy for the both of ya. You’ve done more good for Yancy than anyone else. C’mon, I’ll bring ya down.”

-

As you were led to the conjugal room, Warden Murder-Slaughter began telling you how he noticed Yancy’s improved mood over recent weeks. The greaser had been working on bettering himself and engaging with classes. He had a reason to do these things thanks to you, the Warden surmised. He looked like he was going to say something else, but decided against it. You were suspicious at first, but you quickly realised you were approaching an open door. A voice could be heard from inside giving a warning of some sort, before an aggravated “Youse don’t need to remind me of this for the fifth time!” was snapped in return. 

“Sounds like Yancy made it here first,” the Warden laughed as he pushed the door open. “An’ I’m sure he’s gonna be on his best behaviour. It’s a special day, right?” He smirked at Yancy, who was standing beside a coffee table. The prisoner’s response was a grumble and a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “We’ll leave ya alone. C’mon Smith.” The guard nodded and followed after the Warden, closing the door and leaving you two alone.

Even if Yancy was in his normal prisoner outfit, it looked brighter than before. Was it specially cleaned, or was it a new one just for the occasion? Then again, you had dressed up beyond your normal visitation clothes. Before anything could be said, you put your bag down and charged into his arms for a hug. It was immediately reciprocated as he pulled you close to his chest. It was better than any of the brief hugs you shared in greeting during previous visitation sessions. It was almost like you were home. A strange sentiment to feel, but it was the best comparison you could think of. He smelled like soap, with a faint lingering of smoke; and his embrace was warm.

“It’s good to see youse too.” Yancy eventually broke the silence, reluctantly pulling back just far enough to see your face. “Youse look perfect today. Can’t believe this is actually happening…” A thought that had crossed your mind many times today. It was likely why neither of you wanted to break the hug, but Yancy was the one who made the brave decision to end it so he could lift a small package wrapped haphazardly in toilet paper.

“I, uh, didn’t have no wrapping paper.” You insisted it was fine, and ripped it apart to reveal a grey prison cap. “I’ve been savin’ up money I’ve earned while working the cleaning shifts, and I know it ain’t much but I wanted to show that I do care an’ -” As he rambled, you unfolded the cap and put it on before kissing him on the cheek to cut him off. “O-oh. Looks good on youse. Thought it was better than something like a shirt. Huh? Oh, yeah. We can buy all sorts of little things like this in commissary. But youse gotta save up if youse don’t have a trust fund.” It did explain why he previously resorted to chocolate bars. You made a note to ask about that at reception afterward. For now, you plucked your bag off the ground and offered him a large bottle of soda.

“Fuck yeah, you remembered! Did youse get the chips too?” Your answer was to pull the snack out and playfully shake it. “Hold on, I seen bowls and glasses!”

-

Snacks and drinks were shared as you two curled up on the couch and chatted. It was definitely a better setting than the visitation room. Without anyone watching you, both of you could relax and be completely at ease. The only distraction was the half-hour warning, and that’s when you noticed Yancy seemed to close up a little. You playfully poked his side and pointed out that another conjugal visit could be arranged once the staff see today went well, but Yancy gave a quick shake of his head. He bit the inside of his cheek and glanced aside like he was trying to build confidence. Instead of encouraging him to talk, you took one of his hands in yours and squeezed it softly.

“Sorry. I ain’t trying to ruin the day. I just… Thought this would be easier than it is.” You were quick to assure him that it was okay, and he should take his time. It was appreciated. Yancy forced himself to take a slow breath before looking at you. 

“I love youse. I have for months. I know that’s a bit stupid since we’ve been sorta dating most of the year, but I means it. And I wanna do what I can to show I’m serious ‘bout this. This ain’t no little fling, or me being nice to not hurt youse’s feelings. I love you, really. So I, well…” Another slow breath was taken to motivate himself. “I wanna apply for parole. You don’t deserve a boyfriend locked up in prison. I wanna be a better person for youse, the man youse should be with. It ain’t gonna be easy, an’ it’s gonna take a year or so to get things going but… If youse is okay with waiting, then I’ll do everything I can to prove I can try - try and be a good guy.” You felt your heart stumble over itself in surprise. You had been told a year ago how Yancy was a prisoner that would be happy to rot behind bars. Looking at him now, you couldn’t help but smile and promise you’d help in any way you could. “I just need to knows that you’ll be there. I had nothing worth living for out there before I met you and - and while life is pretty great in here, I wanna see your world.”

You hugged him tight. It was all you could do. His arms were around you in a flash as his breathing turned slightly shaky. No matter what, you’d be there every step of the way. He wouldn’t be alone when parole was granted. You’d be there, and you’d introduce him to your own friends and family. He’d have people who wanted to help him by his side.

“Even if I’ve killed people?” You countered whether he had the urge to kill anyone now. “No! ‘Course not! I’m not some creep who loves that kinda thing!” That was enough for you to support him, a fact that had Yancy pause in realisation.

“I ain’t a nice guy. I get angry pretty easily. I don’t know a lotta stuff, an’ I ain’t good at learning things.” Points, you argued, that weren’t important enough to end a relationship. Yancy was human. No one was perfect. 

“Youse is gonna get some weird looks, dating a guy like me.” You could hear resignation in his voice at that. He was trying to talk himself out of this, not try and scare you off. Reinforcing the hug was your immediate response. No matter what, you’d be there. No one can truly look down on a man who is trying to do better.

“Y’know youse ain’t gonna be able to move out of the state, yeah? Not without a lotta paperwork.” At last, you broke into a giggle and insisted moving out of state was less important than living somewhere with Yancy there too. That was enough to help the doubts lift as Yancy laughed. “Yeah… I’d like that. You an’ me… It’d be nice, I bet.”

The last minutes were spent close together, talking about what the parole process was (you had to look it up online) and what would need to be done. It was a promising start to have Yancy feeling more confident. As he joked about how he’d challenge the parole board to a fist fight to prove his worth, you realised that it was something he did want to do. In a way, it was like you gave him the strength to look beyond the prison walls and wonder about the world that had turned its back on him years ago.

But before you could climb off the couch to get ready to leave, Yancy took your hand to keep you sitting. He looked you in the eye with a soft smile spreading on his lips. “Before we go, I, uh… I wanna do something first.” You trusted him, so you nodded to give permission. His free hand rested on your cheek as he leaned close and kissed you. It was gentle and brief, yet there was a trace of ‘thank you’ in the action. “We never properly kissed before now. Got a little carried away with all that chit-chat.” You grinned and returned the gesture. The love you had was mixed with excitement. A step had been made in the relationship, making it more official than before. 

“Love you.”

A year can bring so many things, good and bad. Even when one year ends, the next can bring about its own excitement. It might be a long road ahead, but you were ready to take it on every step of the way.

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And that’s a wrap! One full year of visitations! I did have fun working on this, but I’m glad to be finished. It’s entirely your decision how things go from here, but I’m sure it will be a happy ending.

Should you ever feel like reading the entire series in one go, head on over to my AO3, where I have it all ready and waiting!

[onetwosevensquad]

Dungeons and Dragons and... Love?: Dungeon Master

Mark Lee x Reader

Summary: the kind Dungeon Master who helps guide your team through your campaign also becomes your math tutor.

Warnings: none??

Rose: sorry this literally took forever to write. Hope your all still interested in this mini series. Next member is Renjun.

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———

Why were you here again?

Oh right, cause you’re a giant nerd who needs an outlet.

The poster had caught your eye when you were headed to lunch one day. It was a beige poster with a 20 sided dice in the middle. That was what got your attention.

You had played Dungeons and Dragons with some of your friends before. It has been a few months since your last campaign and you didn’t know when the next one would start. So, in fear of not being able to escape to a fantasy world, you decided to check it out.

It was now 3:45 in the afternoon. School had ended 15 minutes ago, the hours ticking by slowly. You now stood outside of the AP Government classroom where Mr. Jung taught.

The poster, you remembered, said that Mr. Jung would oversee the club. He was your favorite teacher because he was funny and the class was enjoyable.

Finally, you slowly opened the door to the classroom and stepped in. In the middle of the room, a few desks had been pushed together to create a large table.

Sitting around the table were seven boys who were all staring at you. You awkwardly shifted your weight from one foot to the other, waiting for literally anyone to say something.

“Is this the d&d club?” You finally spoke.

“Y-yes,” the only boy who was standing said. You recognized him as Mark Lee. The cute, smart boy from calculus. “Yes, uh, grab a seat.”

You nodded and dragged a chair over to the only empty spot at the table. It was right next to Chenle, the loud basketball player you shared chemistry with.

“Well I’m pretty sure that we all know each other,” Mark said clearing his throat. “I’m not gonna make us do ice breakers cause literally no one likes those.”

“I do!” Haechan, the class clown that you also shared chemistry with.

“Only you,” Jeno, the star basketball player and probably the last person you expected here, commented. Haechan pouted and stuck his tongue out at Jeno.

“Anyway,” Mark said. “It’s my fist time DMing, but I have played before. Just so I know, who here has played before?”

You, along with Jisung, the quiet kid from history, Haechan, and Renjun, the kid from math who doesn’t do math but draws, raised your hands. Mark seemed to relax a bit when he saw there were at least a few experienced players.

“Well I guess this first meeting will be going over rules and how to play, then next time we’ll do character sheets,” Mark said.

———

It was now the third session and the first one of the start of you campaign. Last time, everyone made their characters, the atmosphere becoming less tense as time went on.

You made your character an Elf Wizard, something you’ve never played before. Everyone else had their own unique character combos, having fun coming up with the most ridiculous names for them.

Today, the party was slightly buzzing with excitement to finally start their campaign. You all gathered around the table giving character introductions, ready to get this show on the road.

Three hours, several rolls for initiative, and Haechan’s character almost dying later, Mr. Jung had to finally kick you all out of the building. The sun had already set and he was letting you way past what was allowed.

You realized how late it actually was and scrambled to get your stuff. You said a quick goodbye to the boys and Mr. Jung and sped off to get home before your parents killed you.

You get a ways down the hall when you heard someone running behind you.

“Y/n, wait up!” You turned to see Mark jogging to catch up with you. He stopped in front of you, breathing slightly harder. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you said back, smiling at the cute boy. You’ve never really had a full conversation with Mark. He’s quiet and, honestly, talking to someone attractive was a bit out of the realm of your comfort zone.

“C-can I have your number?” He said. Your eyes went wide and as did his when he realized what that sounded like. “So that I can add you to the group chat! Just in case anyone can’t make it or we cancel.”

“Yea, sure,” you said, slightly disappointed. You heard Mark exhale probably in relief that his save worked. You handed him your phone with your number displayed on the screen and he quickly put it in his.

“Thanks,” Mark said, handing you back your phone. You both stood there in the most suffocatingly awkward silence ever.

“Well bye,” you said turning to leave.

“Oh! Yea, uh, bye,” Mark said waving slightly. He turned back towards Mr. Jung’s room and you saw the other six boys crowded around. They were all giggling as Mark shoved that back into the room.

———

Six sessions and three weeks later, any morsel of awkwardness was gone. It was like you have known these seven boys your whole life.

The group chat blew up your phone with memes from that days session but didn’t you mind? No. Though sometimes at ungodly hours in the mornings, you still enjoyed the content.

On this particular day, you weren’t going to be able to join the session. Your calculus teacher was making you stay after school and retake a test that you failed miserably. You felt bad when you hand to text the group.

You: I can’t make it today

Haechan☀️: whyyyyyyy

You: I failed a calc test

You: I have to retake it

Lele🐬: thats stupid

Sungie: good luck Y/n

Injunie: yea gl

You: thanks boys

Marker: hey if you need any help studying for calc, I’d be happy to

jeNO: oh?

You: yea I’d like that, thanks

Minnie: ann I oop-

You laughed at Jaemin’s comment as you made your way to your calculus teachers classroom.

———

Considering the second time you took the test you barely past by the seat of your pants, you took Mark up on his offer to tutor you.

Today was the first day Mark was going to tutor you in the library. You walked in and saw him already set up at one of the tables in the very back.

“Hey,” you whispered. He smiled at you as you sat down next to him.

“Hey,” he said back. “Ready to get started?”

After about an hour and a half of Mark explaining different theorems to you, you were finally starting to get it. Whenever you asked a question, Mark would take the time to explain it to you carefully, making sure you got it along the way.

When he would give you a problem to solve, and you got it right, both of you would get excited, annoying the librarian. She ended up shushing you more than once.

“Hey, you hungry?” Mark asked.

“Not really,” you said. As if on cue, your stomach slightly growled, making Mark laugh. You looked down at your stomach, a pout on your face. “Traitor.”

“Come on,” Mark said between giggles. “Let’s get something to eat.”

You got your things and headed out of the library with Mark to get food.

———

For the next three weeks, this became your tradition. On the days the D&D club wasn’t meeting, you and Mark would study calculus in the library for about two hours, and then go get food. It always felt like a lot less time with Mark, him always making it enjoyable.

Today, you had a study session with Mark. As you neared the library, you noticed him standing outside the doors on his phone.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You asked. “I have a test tomorrow.”

“I know,” Mark said putting his phone away. “But you need a break.”

“Mark-“ you whined.

“No,” he said. “I think that you’re ready. You’ve made a lot of progress over the last couple weeks. Besides, they say you shouldn’t study the night before a test.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing,” you said crossing your arms.

“Maybe, I don’t know,” Mark said waving it off. “But, I do know that you’ve worked hard and whatever grade you get, I’m proud of you.”

You could feel your cheeks heating up at Mark’s words. You bit back a smile as he continued.

“So tonight we are not studying,” Mark said grabbing your hand and leading you away from the library. “We are going to the basketball game with the others to cheer on Chenle and Jeno.”

You didn’t protest as Mark led you down to the packed gym and over to where the rest of the boys were sat, waiting for the game to start.

———

After the game where your boys won, the party went out for dinner. Afterwards, Mark drove you home, the two of you talking about the game, D&D, or literally anything.

When Mark pulled into your driveway, he insisted on walking you to your steps. He said it was the gentlemanly thing to do.

“Hey,” Mark said when you got to your front door. “Good luck tomorrow.”

“Thanks,” you said.

“Tell me how it goes, ok?” He said. You nodded giving him a smile that he returned. “Good night.”

“Night,” you called after him as he went to his car.

———

At the end of the day, your calculus teacher had finished grading the tests. She told everyone to come pick them up before they left school.

When she handed your test to you, she had a big smile on her face. She made a comment about how nicely you did and how much you improved. When you finally saw the grade, you nearly passed out.

You practically ran to Mr. Jung’s room. D&D was today and you wanted to show Mark you grade. You arrived at his classroom, bouncing into the room.

“Well someone looks happy,” Jaemin commented.

“Did something mean happen?” Jisung asked. You stuck your tongue out at the younger boy making everyone laugh.

You made you way to Mark at the head of the table, him watching you with a smile. When you reached him, you slapped the paper with a big 90% scribbled at the top down in front of him.

“All thanks to you,” you said as he continued to stare at the paper.

“I told you so,” Mark said standing up. He caught you by surprise when he gave you a hug. “I’m proud of you.”

“Ugh, just date already,” Haechan commented from his chair. You and Mark pulled apart making a face at the boy, but avoiding each other’s eyes.

It’s not that you were entirely opposed to dating Mark. You just didn’t know if he felt the same way. And he didn’t. Right?

———

You and Mark continued your study sessions even after you proved you didn’t need to. You both agreed that it was to benefit both of you and not just an excuse to hang out.

One day, while walking out of calculus with Renjun, the boy made a comment that rocked your world.

“He likes you, ya know,” Renjun said.

“W-what,” you sputtered turning to him.

“Mark, he likes you,” He clarified. “I know like bro code, I’m not supposed to tell you or whatever, but I see the way you two look at each other. We all do. You should ask him out. He’d say yes.”

You stopped dead in your tracks thinking for a second. On one hand, this plan that you were formulating could embarrass you. On the other, you could get a date with your dungeon master / calculus tutor / crush.

“Y/n?” Renjun said turning to you. You quickly turned on your heel and made a mad dash for Mark’s locker. “Y/n!”

———

As you speed walked to Mark, you saw him in the distance talking to Jeno and Jaemin. Mark spotted you coming to him and waved at you.

“Hey, Y/n what’s-“

“Do you want to go an a date with me?” You said quickly.

“W-what?” Mark said.

“Jeno, I think that’s our cue,” Jaemin said dragging Jeno away.

“Do you want to go in a date with me?” You asked again, slower this time. Mark looked at you wide eyed, like a dear in headlights.

“A-a date?” He asked. You nodded, not trusting your voice not to shake. “Wow.”

“Wow?” You asked.

“Sorry! Sorry, I just never thought you’d ask and I’d have to do it,” Mark said. “But yes, I’d love to go on a date.”

“Oh thank god,” you said leaning against the lockers. Mark laughed at your dramatic reaction. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and turned you around to walk to lunch. As you turned, you and Mark stopped and saw the six other members of your party standing there amused.

“God, finally,” Haechan said.

“Took you long enough,” Chenle said.

As the eight of you walked to lunch, the boys continued to tease you and Mark. But when you looked up at him with his arm still around your shoulder, the teasing didn’t matter when Mark smiled at you.

———

[thirsty-x1]

Muse | Cho Seungyoun

This is for my cute💎 anon. Hope you have a wonderful day, baby! Happy birthday ♥

↬  Pairing: Seungyoun x fem!reader.

↬  Genre: Smut.

↬  Warnings: explicit language, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, slight choking, dom!Seungyoun, studio sex.

↬  Word Count: 1.8k

One hour had gone by with Seungyoun completely ignoring you as he worked on his studio. You couldn’t really blame him, honestly, and this was more than enough. With comebacks being near, he had started working on music at a crazy pace because he wanted to create a song that would make it to the next album since there was no chance for any of them to participate in the making of their debut one. It had always been entertaining to see him work: his cap preventing his hair from falling on his eyes, his glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, the light of the screen [showing off] his features, his fingers quick on the keyboard in front of him, the way he would lean back and close his eyes as he replayed the same track for the sixth time in a row, tsking his tongue at the feeling of something missing, grabbing the pen and filling a whole page with annotations before letting out a long sigh.

He turned to you and gave you an apologetic smile. “It won’t take longer than half an hour, I promise.” That’s what he had been saying for the past two hours.

“Why don’t you take a break? Eat something…” You got up from the couch, opening the small fridge and passing him a bottle of water. “At least hydrate yourself.”

“I know, it’s just… I really want my name to be here.” The sad expression stabbed your heart and you got closer, holding his face between your hands.

“And it will be. But you need to learn when to rest, and when to work.” His chuckle filled the room and his arms hugged you, pulling you towards him so you would sit on his lap.

“I feel like you are saying that just because you are tired of waiting.”

“Hmmm, I wouldn’t complain if I got a little bit of attention, honestly.” His fingers were soft when tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You took off his glasses, placing them carefully on the table and then threw the cap somewhere in the room, playing with his hair and smiling as he started to relax under your touch. There was some kind of magic there because each time your fingers grazed against his scalp, Seungyoun would melt in a second. His eyes were closed, a happy semblance on his bare face as he focused on the caressing, and the view was too cute to not lean in and kiss his nose, giggling as he quickly kissed your lips afterwards.

“Wait just a second…” You heard a few clicks behind you as he saved the files and that was the only sign you needed to understand that now he was completely in your hands.

“What is the song about?” He smiled involuntarily at your question, loving how you always got genuinely interested in his job.

“Basically, it’s about the fans being our support and inspiration. But make it sexy and too personal at the same time.” Both of you laughed at the last part. “Don’t ask, Seungwoo suggested it.”

“Not surprised. And why are you stuck?”

“I feel like I can’t convey the lyrics with the melody, it’s like they don’t merge well together… Not yet, at least.” You nodded, trying to think in a way to help him when you saw the glint in his eyes. “You know, maybe it’s because the atmosphere is too serious here… Should we have some fun?”

Now you were surprised. “Here? In the studio?” He smiled instead of replying. “Didn’t take you as the type to be an exhibitionist.”

“I’ve been too stressed and I noticed how you looked at me…” His whispers impacted against the skin of your neck. “Does it turn you on when you see me work?”

“Maybe a little, but I don’t like it when you are frustrated…” Your fingers carefully tangled in his hair and yanked on it, smiling at the sigh he left. “At least when it’s not because of me.”

His lips were on yours immediately, coming undone at the contact while your hips grinded down on him, eliciting a few moans from him. Carefully, you started to leave kisses down his neck, trying to not leave any marks. As soon as you were on your knees, his hands went to your hair, an already pleading look on his face as if asking you to not tease him right now. You pulled his half hard member out while chuckling, stroking it slowly before leaning and licking a stripe along his shaft causing him to throw his head back.

There was a noise right outside the studio that sent shivers down your spine, both in fear and excitement, but as you looked up Seungyoun simply mouthed you to continue and you could feel him getting harder at the thought of being discovered. Well, you were pretty much in the same situation as him so you continued with the task at hand, suddenly engulfing his whole length and watching him cover his face trying not to make any noises.

Before you even got him to twitch, he pulled you away, breathing heavily only to make you stand up at the same time he did, quickly unbuttoning your pants and muttering a “don’t wear these anymore when you come here” as he struggled to take them off. Finally, he moved a few things on the desk, picked you up and placed you there, slapping your thighs slightly so you would make some room for him. As you opened your legs, he licked his upper lip watching the damp spot in your panties and he grabbed the headphones that were on a side, putting them on you.

“Why don’t you listen to the song for a bit?” There was no answer from your part as he pressed play, the low beat filling all your senses as he slid his fingers inside your underwear, a smirk on his face when he slipped them in and you let out a tiny moan.

It didn’t take long until he was fingering you lewdly, the music and his touch being enough stimuli for you to completely forget about your surroundings. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on one thing at the time, but your focus was completely lost as you felt him entering you. When had he replaced his fingers with his cock was something you would never find out, but soon they were inside your mouth, your taste spreading on your tongue as he thrust into you harder. At some point, the music stopped, and only then you realized just how loud you were being, hands fast to take off the headphones as you gave him a severe look.

“You little–!” His pounding got rougher, interrupting you midsentence as the tip of his dick rubbed against your sweet spot, gripping onto him as if your life depended on it.

“I don’t want you to talk unless it’s to say how good I am at fucking you.” The tone in his voice was completely different: it sounded like a command, and you had only listened to him acting like this whenever he ordered the others around. “Got that, baby?”

“Y-Yes…”

How were you supposed to tell him anything at all when he wouldn’t even let you breathe? His touch on you was aggressive, and you were sure it would definitely leave marks on your skin, especially on your hips since you could feel his fingertips digging into them to hold you in place. You eyed the door, thankful that you couldn’t really see anyone out there when Seungyoun sneaked a hand up and turned your chin to make you look at him.

“Eyes on me.” You gulped, nodding quickly. His thrusts slowed down, the pace suddenly becoming extremely sensual and erotic while he stared at you. “Praise me.”

The request was so innocent, so tender, yet his voice made it seem like the coldest order you had ever received. It was no secret that he loved to be complimented, no matter what it was about, and this could only benefit both of you, so why not give him what he wanted? You ran your fingers up his sides, tangling them in his hair and pulling him closer to you, enough to whisper in his ear all the small things you loved about him: how he was extremely talented, how hard he worked for every single project, his dedication, his voice, his body, his thin lips, the way he smiled, his silly jokes, everything. And you could feel him getting weaker after each word, after each caress, after each kiss, becoming putty in your arms.

“But what I love the most about you is how good you always fuck me.”

As if this reminded him what you two were doing, his hips snapped, burying deep inside of you, his left hand coming up to cover your mouth as the right one wrapped around your throat lightly. His pace got quicker, thrusts shorter, keeping his eyes on you the whole time, smiling each time your moans failed to come out. When he felt you tightening around him and your thighs trembling, he put his hand away, loving the sound of your voice while you came. Not even a minute after he also did, sighing as he felt his release filling you before chuckling and kissing you deeply.

“And to think that you didn’t want us to be found out… Aw!” He flinched as you slapped his arm.

“You dumb ass, you were covering my mouth so I trusted you.” His laugh annoyed you, but the feeling went away quickly as he hugged you.

“Thank you.” It wasn’t just for the fucking, you knew that. Pressing a peck against his lips, you thanked him back.

He pulled out of you, scanning the room for something that both of you could use to clean yourselves. As you were putting your pants on again, he sat on the computer and you sighed in a reprimand, getting closer to massage his shoulders before your eyes went open wide at the screen.

“You did not record us fucking.”

“It’s just an audio file.” Seungyoun spun the chair around, snuggling his head on your tummy. “I will only hear it when I’m alone, or missing you, or stuck on a song, or all three of them.”

A sigh left your lips. “You’re unbelievable.”

“But you did like the song. Don’t think I didn’t notice you completely enticed by it.” You nodded, smiling as he was always trying to fish some compliments.

“Indeed, my boyfriend is one talented producer.” His smile only got bigger. “But, now I’m tired and you should rest too, so shut down that computer right now and lets go home.” There was no getting away from this one and he knew it, so he just followed your instructions.

Both were leaving the studio before you met with Seungwoo waiting outside.

“If I didn’t want this happening in the dorms, what made you think it would be ok in the studio, I just–”

I was about to make it be the manager and not Seungwoo but that would have been a little creepy. Anyway, have a happy birthday, my love! I hope you like this uwu

~Nani

Masterlist

[slash-em-up]

Benjamin Sullivan: NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Actual king of aftercare. It doesn’t matter who was on top - he’s gonna walk, crawl, or hobble off to make sure you have a nice glass of cool water and something comfortable to wrap yourself in afterwards. Will check in to make sure you enjoyed yourself before pulling you into a big bear hug (if you want it).

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Ben enjoys how dexterous his hands are - they’re strong enough to grasp his axe and kill a man with a single blow; but also steady enough to sew up holes in his trousers and carve delicate wood figures from scraps of timber he finds lying around.

On a partner he’s particularly enthralled with their eyes. They say that eyes are the window to the soul, and he believes that whole-heartedly. Eye contact is a big deal if you’re making love.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Likes to cum on your chest and face. He’s fascinated by watching your tongue creep out and lick it off your lips or suck it off your fingers. He might even do it himself if you’re not into it. He wouldn’t mind cumming inside you; but he’d rather pull out and make you even more dirty.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

If you come to his work a lot he’s 100% dreamt of bending you over the bar and fucking you right then and there. He wouldn’t say he’s into exhibitionism; but the thought of you pressed against the cool oak, begging for him is enough to make him reconsider that decision.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

TW: Underage, character is lying about his age. Avoid TW section if this is triggering to you.

The easy answer to this is… not very? The more complex answer is that he’s had several partners - but only one or two were actually positive or informative. 

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He lost his virginity in the army when some of the older soldiers thought it would be fun to get the kid a whore for the night after they’d landed in Europe. Ben was too afraid that the woman could somehow tell he was younger than he’d said he was to enjoy himself at all, and the encounter lasted less than 20 minutes with as little clothing removed as possible.

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Once he’d been discharged he was too preoccupied with trying to earn a living and caring for his mother to bother with personal affairs, although he did have a steady girlfriend in the early years.

Although his experiences thus far had been uninspiring to straight-up embarrassing, Ben was far from a prude, and had several pleasant and friendly, albeit quick, encounters with some of the men once he arrived at the logging camp in Washington.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

People expect Ben to be domineering and rough based on his size; but in actuality he very much enjoys watching his partner ride him. He’s more than happy to use his strength to… help them along; but would rather watch someone take their pleasure from him than risk embarrassing himself or - even worse - being TOO rough.

That being said, he’s not above following a partner’s lead if they want to try something a bit more acrobatic.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends. If it’s your first time together he’ll definitely be more serious. He’ll want you to know he’s enjoying himself, so he won’t be stoic; but he’ll be fighting nerves most of the time, so don’t expect a lot of teasing or laughter. If you’ve been together for a while and know each other well enough; Ben will loosen up and make you both laugh on the lazy days you spend in bed - not that he’s trying to be a comedian while you’re fucking; but he won’t be afraid to run his hands up your sides and make you giggle, or cross his eyes to break the tension if you’re looking particularly focused.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Ben is very hairy, to his annoyance. He’s a little bit obsessive about his grooming now that he has a job that interacts with the public so much. No one wants a cocktail with a chest hair in it.

He keeps himself well trimmed; but not clean-shaven. If that’s what you’re into he’ll do it for you; but please have mercy… there’s just so much…

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is extremely important to Ben. His mother told him stories about how she and his father were together before the accident; and even then young Ben knew that’s what he wanted in a partner. Trust, love, acceptance.

The older he gets the more he’s only interested in that, foregoing even the extremely rare affairs he had in his 20’s in search of something that has the potential to last.

If you’re the person Ben decides he’s going to have that with… prepare to be romanced like nobody’s business.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Ben masturbates quite a bit more now than he did in his youth. That might have something to do with this being the first time in his adult life he’s actually had the privacy to enjoy himself since he went from his parent’s house, to the army, back to his mother’s house, then into the logging camps… so up until he purchased his small house, jacking off was a rare treat. He’s learned he enjoys starting his day with a quick jerk in the shower before he shaves.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Again, this depends a lot on how comfortable Ben is with you. If your relationship is fairly new, he’s going to be VERY vanilla. He’ll be down if you want to try something; but won’t ask for something out of the ‘ordinary’ himself.

Once that obstacle is overcome, he’ll be more vocal about his wants. He’ll want to have sex in the forest (just roll with it, anything you do for him he will pay back ten-fold) and will ask that you be rough with him when you’re fucking. Choke him, slap him, spank him - he can take it. He just wants to forget himself for a while and feel powerless. It wouldn’t occur to him to ask you to tie him up, but if you did… turbo-nut.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The more he trusts you, the more adventurous he’ll want to be with you - so prepare to fuck outside, inside, in the bar storeroom, over the pile of wood he was chopping, in the tub, in the car… really, the world is your oyster as far as places Ben is willing to fuck you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s always ready and willing to show you how much he loves you in a physical way; but if you grab him by the collar and pull him into a kiss?? In public??? That’s it. You’re getting the sex. Immediately.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ben will not be OK with any kind of degradation. This is an area he doesn’t feel confident in, and having you seemingly confirming that will pull him out of the moment immediately. He also doesn’t want to see you in pain. He’s very protective of his partners, so if you want to be hurt it’s really not going to sit well with him. The most you can probably work out of him is some light spanking.

You’re just… so small… and fragile…

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both? Both. Both is good. Not to brag; but he got pretty damn good at giving blow jobs in his early 20’s and he’ll blow you and your mind if that’s your pleasure. He’s a bit less confident with female genitals; but he’s just overall good with his mouth, so odds are he’ll pick it up very, very quickly. Get ready for some beard-burn on your thighs, because Ben is enthusiastic.

He also enjoys receiving oral. Honestly, he’s more comfortable with oral than he is with full-on sex; so he’s more likely to initiate that earlier in a relationship than hopping straight into bed.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

There’s not much Ben does in any aspect of his life that’s particularly fast. He likes to take his time and do the job right. This will extend to the bedroom as well. He’s also particularly aware of any large disparity in size and will treat you gently in accordance with that. If you’re a man and a bit closer to his size, he might be somewhat rougher… but really he just enjoys loving on his partners.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Honestly, they’re not really his cup of tea. Even when you’re fucking somewhere out of the ordinary, he’ll want to take his time. A race to the finish line doesn’t sound like a lot of fun, and brings back some bad memories.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Is down to experiment… with some caveats. He knows he’s not the most experienced of men, so he’s willing to try something new if you bring it up; but he’ll want a thorough explanation first. So plan out your kinky encounters at least a day before. He’s a protective boy and he’ll want to know all the potential hazards well in advance. Risks, when it comes to your safety, are a hard NO.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s a bit… ah, what’s the word… backed-up? So prepare yourself, because as soon as he figures out what keeps him on the edge and what pushes him right over… you might end up with his cock in you for several hours and several rounds before Ben taps out.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Wouldn’t know a sex toy if you slapped him in the face with it. He’s fascinated once he does learn about them though. In the late 50’s/Early 60’s the pickings as far as electric toys were pretty slim; but floggers, paddles, strap-on’s, and yes… a flying saucer-shaped vibrator, would be sources of great interest to Ben.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Surprisingly, Ben loves to tease. Like many other areas in your sex life, it’ll take him a bit to warm up to the idea; but once he’s comfortable with you prepare to be rubbed and caressed and pinched to distraction.

He likes to rest his big hand on your thigh at restaurants or the movies, rubbing up and down, closer and closer to where you want him.

If you force his hand down and start to ride his fingers he’ll turn beet red; but chuckle lowly at how filthy you both are - leaning over to whisper all the things he wants to do to you and vice-versa when you get home.

He’s also a fucking demon when it comes to edging. Very few things make him happier than burying his face between your legs and teasing you until you’re an incoherent puddle of pleasure on the sheets, begging him for your release.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not obnoxiously loud; but not silent either. Loves to let you know how good you feel to him, and likes to hear the same in return. Willing to try dirty talk; but he’ll need a little practice. He’ll moan deep in his chest if you’re fucking him or sucking him off and will occasionally cry out when he cums. If you’re somewhere public you might want to tell him to be quiet or gag him - he’s been known to get lost in the moment.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s Jewish, but doesn’t really practice or tell people about it since the prejudices of WW2 are still fresh in people’s minds, even in America. He keeps his mother’s Star of David pendant and his family’s mezuzah in a chest under his bed.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Cut, 7 ½ inches and girthy.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Ben is always down to have sex with you. Always. He’s yours, and you’re his; but he’s not going to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to. As stated above, he and his hand have become pretty friendly over the last few years…

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll get drowsy; but won’t really be ready to nod off. It’s more like all the tension he’s been holding has been released and now he’s ready to cuddle and relax. Calling him a big teddy bear after you guys do the do won’t be too far from the truth.

[burned-gucci]

(Your) Friendship Reaction: Friday Night With The Girls!

A fairly casual Friday night sleepover with your best friend(s)

Karina:

She had asked you to come over tonight to play games, eat, drink, sleep. Maybe some scary movies. However, the plan seemingly changed when showed up to her place and found her in the bathroom bleaching her hair with a box of burgundy hair dye on the sink in front of her.

Karina definitely isn't shy about dying her hair, she changes hair colors like one would change out a load of laundry. It feels like every time you see you she has a new hair color, so this really isn't new. It's also not new for her to switch plans last minute cause truth be told, she never knows what she wants to do until that moment hits and an idea springs into her mind.

As she continued bleeching her hair, you hoped up on the sink counter and watched her while you talked. She said you could use her nail polish, mess with her makeup, do whatever you wanted. Play whatever music you wanted. If you liked, she even offered to dye your hair as well since she has plenty. It was up to you!

You guys ended up talking about a number of things. Discussing the latest episode of your favorite tv series and guessing what would happen next using logic from what has happened thus far. She laughed at random jokes and lines you repeated from the show, knowing exactly what scene you were refering to as she commented back with the next line. Afterwards y'all talked music videos, celebrities you both like and dislike maybe. Filled each other in on the news (celebrity or politics). Once the bleach was in and her hair was held up in a plastic bag, she went to grab her keys so you could both go grab some food, she let you choose the place.

It was always kinda weird how shameless she is but at the same time, her confidence about it is inspiring and one of her best qualities. Anywho, hoping in her broken apart damaged black car that no-one knows how it's still running, Karina drove you guys to the restraunt and put in your order picking up the food and driving back JUST in time for her to wash out her hair.

You ate as she washed her hair and attempted to eat little bites of her food as she applied the hair coloring, not wanting to waste time in between. As you low-key called her gross and made jokes you still helped her eat while feeding her little bites of food, teasing her sometimes and making her chase the fork/spoon/iteam. Overall, the eating process was full of laughing and her threatening to dump the hair dye on you just for you to threaten dipping her food in the hair color changing soup in return.

As her hair dye had to sit in for 45 minutes, the two of you watched music videos and played kids monopoly, or jenga. As they're the only games she currently owns! Karina being the not-so-well-focused girl that she is, ended up losing for silly reasons. In jenga she lost because she didn't realise 2/3 of the blocks in the middle row had already been pulled out, since she was eyes glued on the video, and she ended up pulling the last block and knocking the whole tower over in the process. During monopoly she simply had bad luck of sitting in jail throughout half of the game, allowing you to buy the majority of the properties. The other half the game she was paying you and the bank causing her to go bankrupt with only one or two properties being owned by her.

After the game you end up helping her wash out and dry her hair upon her endless begging you to just for her in the end to decide she isn't sure how she feels about this color. After spending about 4 hours total on her hair, she kinda wishes it was still black but she decides to leave it anyways. Insisting she'll clean up the bathroom mess tomorrow (she won't) she pulls you back to the living room and puts on your favorite movie for you guys to watch in the backround while sharing random stories back and forth.

Ciara:

Ciara isn't entirely sure why she invited you over at night knowing well enough she isn't a night time person. She's usually asleep before 11pm. However, she's really missed hanging out with you lately and your presence alone gives her so much energy and makes her happy.

When you arrived, she was eating a bowl of cheerios and drinking some gatorade while scrolling through instagram looking at denim skirts. The first thing she said to you as you walked inside the house was 'what do you think of this?' As she held her phone up to show you a light blue denim knee length skirt with a yellow sunshine on the bottom right side. You gave your opinion on it as you sat across from her at the table. "You're welcome to the kitchen. I don't care what you eat as long as I don't have to make it." She pointed towards the kitchen as she continued to scroll. Almost dropping the phone in her bowl of milk, as you made your choice on what to do, Ciara ended up slapping the phone back at herself and hitting herself in the face with it. Laughing and half crying, she placed the phone on the table and held her nose. "Maybe I should put that down for now!" She stated fairly loudly before getting back to her food.

After eating and placing the dishes in the sink for her to wash later, Ciara headed to her room with you close behind. Forgetting she had washed her sheets earlier, Ciara had to now make her bed. She asked you for help putting the bottom sheet on, let you choose your own blanket from the closet, she made the rest of the bed half efforted. Wrinkles covered the sheets and the pillows were simply thrown at the top of the bed but she didn't care much since you guys were both going to be laying in it immediately anyways!

Crawling into bed to lay on the side closest to the window, Ciara situated herself before tapping the bed beside her for you to lay down. Knowing you well enough, she handed you a book you love/turned the tv onto your favorite channel and let you do your own things as she scrolled through instagram once again occasionally asking for your opinion on certain clothing iteams.

If you have any to share, she listened to you share your thoughts, about whatever was on your mind. She gave her advice and shared her honest opinions in return. If you just wanted to lay there and watch your show/read your book she was fine with that too. She just wanted to be with you and hang together. Not necessarily do something together, that's what tomorrow is for!

At some point, your unsure of when, she managed to fall asleep facing the wall using her arm as a pillow, her actual pillow tossed to the foot of the bed. She was curled up halfway in a ball half stretched out, taking up half the bed space. She looked peaceful, almost dead she was so still and quiet, but peaceful.

Monse:

She had everything planned out! Dinner: Taco Bar! She made different kinds of main fillings based on your tastes and hers. Included little things she knows you love and she set the table up in a very aesthetic and neat way. Drinks: at the store she made sure to buy a few of your favorite drinks as well as a case of water. She also made homemade punch using sherbet ice cream and 7up/Sprite. Outfits: She had your guys matching Marvel/DC robes ans pj sets pulled out and on her bed. Hers was a Nebula/Poison ivy (depending on which one you prefer) set while yours was Gamora/Harley Quinn (dending).

Once you got there, you guys would eat then change. As you ate, she asked all about your day, let you rant and get everything off your cheat if need be. She told you what you wanted to hear and what you needed to hear as you guys discissed several topics. After eating she let you use the bedroom/bathroom to get ready first while she cleaned up the mess before going to change her own clothes and get ready for bed.

Afterwards, she set up the table with posterboard, construction paper, assorted art supplies, ect because tonight you guys will be making your own board game! Whether it be a toally made up game based on shared thoughts between you two or a remake of an already owned and made game. EX.: Marvel/DC based monopoly. Twister using memes. Your own version of battle ship or LIFE. Whatever it may be!

As you both divided up the jobs of who does what parts and as you agreed upon one main idea for the game/gave ideas for the game, Monse played your guys 'Alien Dreamz' playlist AKA the music playlist you guys made last time you spent the night. The whole time y'all were making the game she kept making really bad puns. As she was measuring the cardboard she came up with 'whos the King of school supplies? The RULER!' Before laughing at her own joke. She asked: 'Whats a frogs favorite art supply? Ribbon-t, Ribbon-t' and actually sounding like a frog as she cut ribbon for decoration. The list is endless honestly.

While working on your guys project, between her bad jokes, she complimented you on random things that she genuinely adores about you. Like how pretty/handsom/cute you look when you're focused. Or how she loves the way your hands look as you use a pair of scissors. How soft your eyelashes look. How much she loves your laugh/singing voice. Ect. If you compliment her back, she'll blush and giggle feeling shy but so happy under the surface.

Eventually, she gets really tired and asks if your ready to go to bed saying y'all can finish the game in the morning. You end up laying on the bed she made on the floor out of twelve dozens blankets and pillows, stuffed animals and sheets. While you lay together you share a bowl of popcorn/snack of your choice while watching the Simpsons or any tv show you want if you don't like the Simpsons. She tries so hard to wait for you to fall asleep first so you won't feel lonely but she was so tired she ended up falling asleep a few minutes before you do.

Question of the Day:

Can you/do you stay up late or fall asleep at a decent/early hour?

My Answer:

Depends on the day! Some nights I'm asleep at 7pm some times I can stay up for 80+ hours. It just depends!

[igotyoukth]

BTS juniors.

Masterlist.

Bear with me and the names of the kids. I’m currently studying for an astronomy exam, and had to use something for the names xx

Seokjin and daughter Ari (4 yo.)

She was the prettiest girl, and growing up as the daughter most confident guy you ever met, she learnt one thing or two. Ari was everything you would call a little lady. She loved pink since birth. Not tht she had any other chance. Your husband, Jin already had turned the whole house pink, the second you found out about the baby’s gender. But with Jin, a son wouldn’t have made a difference to be honest.

And just like her dad, Ari wasn’t just a pretty doll, she was also so kind, nice and intelligent. More than you could ever wish for. She surprised you every day, Jin especially. 

“Dad, I can’t wear them,” Ari whined staring at her white shoes. Jin immediately started looking for pink ones to match her outfit better, but Ari’s frustration grew bigger. “No,” she sighed and walked to the shoeshelf herself. She took black ballerinas out of it and placed them on the floor. 

“They will get dirty,” she explained and shook her little head at her dad. Jin looked down at her little girl and couldn’t hide his shock. His girl was so smart, while he didn’t even know he had to pack a picnic blanket... to go on a picnic. 

“Yes, my smart princess, let me help you,” he said and helped her out of the white shoes. 

And at Han River, Ari didn’t stop shocking her dad. But in the most embarrassing way this time. 

“Do you know my dad?,” she asked a group of female teens, when Jin was busy with the bags. “It’s Jin, from BTS!” Ari started to giggle, when the girls turned to Jin and awed in his direction. “Of course,” the group screamed, when Jin ran towards them to collect his cheeky one. Jin tried to take Ari away, and apologized for her, but the girls were already singing to one of BTS’ hits. 

“Jungkook uncle sings better,” Ari said, again earning wide eyes from her father.

Yoongi and son Haneul (3 yo.)

It was Yoongi’s idea to name your son ‘sky’ in Korean. He liked the metaphorical aspect of it a lot, how his son would always be up high, at school, in his job or in life general. Yoongi also described the sky as something so different, with the several colors and the weather, but still so consistent. 

Maybe it was too deep to others, when it was just a name. But you actually didn’t expect anything different from Yoongi. He had to put too much thought into everything. 

“Mini Min?,” you walked around the house, looking for your son and your husband. You didn’t bother calling them both, as Yoongi was always glued to Haneul, when they were home. 

“It’s mom!,” you heard a little panicked voice from the living room, followed by footsteps running around. You walked towards the noises until you found the culprits in the bedroom of your son. Yoongi was standing tall in front of you, with Haneul hiding behind him. Haneul was hugging Yoongi’s legs, while Yoongi was trying to hide a grin. 

“Where is Haneul?,” you asked Yoongi, joining their game. 

“I think I saw him in the garden,” Yoongi said and winked, telling you to leave the room for a bit. You nodded a little confused, left the room but stopped around the corner, to listen what was happening. 

“Now let’s change before mommy comes, okay?,” Yoongi spoke softly. 

“Is it not pretty?” Haneul’s voice was kind of sad. “It is very pretty, but I don’t think that mom will accept your t-shirt as a drawing.” So that’s what happened, you finally understood. 

“But books are boring.” You could only imagine how pouty he looked right now. Haneul always found new places to draw on, because like he said, drawing books were boring after a while. 

“How about we go out and draw with chalk on the house wall?”

Hoseok and the twins (2yo) Luna (girl)& Leo (boy)

What else was there to expect from the kids of Jung Hoseok. These two were up since way too early in the morning with way too much energy.

“All I wanna do is sleep,” Hoseok whined. The man, who was once so famous for his energy and vitamin like character. The man, who didn’t think twice about another round of dance practice or could handle concert after concert. His own twins were his downfall.

“That’s what I’ll be doing the whole day,” you smirked at him. Last month Hoseok and you made a bet and the winner got a day off. The bet had been nothing spectacular, but for sleep deprived and almost crazy parents multiplication had been hard. So today, you had the day off, you would go to a hotel to just... sleep. You wouldn’t even bother with the spa or any other thing. Sleep was all you needed. 

“And I’ll be having a great day with my two angels!,” Hoseok bluffed. His confident facade didn’t survive for five seconds, because the twins brought him back to reality with their screams. They had been playing peacefully with their toys, which was over now.

Leo had managed to tangle up his doll’s hand in Luna’s skirt, and Luna running away from him made Leo crazy. And of course, Luna had to scream while eunning around. Before you could calm them down, Leo caught his doll, and pulled at it. His doll suddenly left Luna's skirt, so that Leo fell on the floor. Luna looked back at her brother, seeing him and his doll. And a part of her skirt in his hands. So another scream party started at that point. 

“I can’t survive this,” he turned at you,”you can get your free day,when those are five or so, but today you can’t leave me.” 

“Okay, babe. But don't call them 'those', they were your two angels a minute ago.” 

Namjoon and son Jaein (4yo)

These two were so different, but still so similar. Day by day Namjoon was getting clumsier, while Jaein was getting more cautious. But at the same time, they searched for each other, when they saw cute things on TV or in a book they read.

"Daaaad!," Jaein yelled around, until he found his dad in the garden with you. Jaein had a coloring book in his hands. He sat in Namjoon's lap like he always did and told him to wait for a second.

"I found our friends," he explained, searching for the tight page in his book. "You did? This is amazing, Jaein."

"Look! It's an octopus, but you can only see six legs," Jaein pointed at the page with a half colored octopus,"I counted them."

"You did great, but why didn't you finish coloring?"

"Dad!," Jaein suddenly said, frustrated with Namjoon,"I told you, it has six legs!" But Namjoon only had qustion marks all over his face.

"Only six? Not eight?," you helped Namjoon out.

"Ah! Then let us get a pen and draw the missing legs, ok?," Namjoon asked Jaein, who was now happy that his dad saw the problem.

"I'll get them," Jaein said and jumped up.

"I think he's afraid that you will trip again in his room."

"He is so smart and caring." Namjoon had hearts inside his eyes, watching Jaein enter the house.

"Yes, he is, but I think he is also afraid that you will destroy his lego castle."

Jimin and daughter Elea (14 months)

You woke up from Jimin’s screams and Elea’s laughter. While moving in her sleep, Elea somehow had managed to slap her father in, waking both of them. Now she was jumping around on the bed, running away from her dad. She was nowhere close to being stable on her feet, but she trusted Jimin to catch her, if she would fall. 

“Stop right there, rascal!,” Jimin yelled jokingly trying to get a hold of Elea’s little arms. But she only giggled even harder and murmured something.

“Rascal!,” you could make out between her giggles.

“Park Jimin!,” you yelled at him for teaching her bad words. Elea was weirdly talented in that area. Only picking up bad words, when it took you months and months to get her to learn mom or dad (she said dad first, to Jimin’s delight). But once she heard Jin say sh*t, she repeated it for hours. 

“My girl is just smart in her own way!,” Jimin argued, but then Elea continued with her little curses. 

“Lili,” it was Jimin’s little nickname he used for her, when he wanted her to comply,”let’s forget that word, and I’ll teach you prettier ones, and get you chocolate.”

“Okay, rascal!,” Elea yelled happily, but immediately covered her mouths. “Sorry, dad,” she whispered afterwards.

“It’s ok Lili-baby, should I tell you my favorite word?,” Elea nodded excitedly,”Lovely!”

And just like the mini version of Jimin, Elea started chanting “Lovely, lovely, lovely!”

“It reminds me of someone,” you said to Jimin.

“Of someone lovely?”

Taehyung and twin boys Bora& Baram (2 yo.)

Only those who could handle twins were gifted with them, you believed. And seeing Taehyung with his twin boys, it felt right. Any other person would have gone mad by now, but he and even you were doing great. You developed the infamous instincs, that told you if the boys were hungry, awake or in any kind of danger. And Taehyung... was just born for this. 

You kind of thought that it was his pure love and excitement to have kids, but really this was something beyond it. It was like watching these super dad videos everyday. The ones, where dads catch their kids mid air from falling or save them from being hit from flying balls. 

“Kims,” he yelled without even turning around, and the boys immediately started apologizing in their baby language. The twins were playing in the pool in your massive garden. It was unusual for young people in Korea to have houses with gardens, many preffered apartments, but Taehyung told you that it was his dream to live like this. And you loved it as well. Also noone would be able to survive as your neighbors anyways. Your morning routine included dancing to Anpanman after all. 

“What will you do about food?,” you asked Taehyung, because you would have a girl’s day with your friends for the first time in forever. And the twins only were problematic about food, anything else was manageable for Taehyung.

“Food?,” he thought for a while,”I’ll probably get hamburgers.” 

“Ya! Kim Taehyung! They are only two!”

“Just the right age to start loving hamburgers!” 

“So I’ll prepare lunch before I leave?”

“And dinner please.”

Jungkook and daughter Hera (8 months)

“You have to come back,” was the only thing Jungkook said on the phone. You had only left to get some food at the supermarket, because Jungkook was always too slow or hindered by fans. And you really needed to get out of the house. 

So after ending your 2 seconds call, you quickly grabbed the essentials and paid. You could only imagine, what was happening at home. Was Hera crying? Did something happen to her? So you hurried and got home, to find Hera and Jungkook lying on the floor. Their bodies made a perfect L shape, Hera the short stroke, Jungkook the long one, touching by their heads. Well, not exactly touching. Hera’s fingers were in Jungkook’s hair and it was written on his face, that she was pulling now and then. 

Hearing you enter the room, Jungkook tried to get up, just to be held down by Hera’s little hands and her whines. 

“She only stopped crying when she did this,” Jungkook explained, going back to his previous position on the floor.

“Hera, come on, look what mom got you,” you tried to lure her. And she did turn on her stomach and started to crawl into your direction. With her hands still in Jungkook’s hair. Given his muscles and body, it was funny to see him defeated by his baby girl. All he could do was hope, that Hera would let go. So you came to his rescue, lifting Hera up, and freeing her hands. 

“She started crying the second you left,” Jungkook said unhappily.

“It was the first time any of us left, she would’ve done the same with you,” you told him, because you heard a bit of jealousy in his voice.

“If she doesn’t cry, I’ll lose my pride,” Jungkook responded, but happier after your comment. 

“And if she does?”

“My mind definitely, she can be so loud.”

[writingformadderton]

First steps💖

Ship: Madderton

Word Count: 2161

Summary: After their marriage, Taron wants to have a child and Richard agrees on his plans. They adopt a little baby girl who won their hearts easily with her blue eyes and a cute giggle. When Taron comes home from work he finds his daughter eating in the kitchen with his husband. A bit later their daughter surprises them by doing something she hasn't done before.

Additional Tags: fluff, soft, baby girl, adoption

“Alright angel face, let’s get something to eat.” Rich picks up his 9-month-old daughter and puts her into her high chair. Emilia has been chewing on her favorite teddy bear for the last fifteen minutes and crawled into the kitchen several times just to pull herself up with her chair. Then she would stand there bouncing on her toes before she fell back onto her bum. Her way of telling her father she was hungry.

The little girl smiles and a cute giggle escapes her lips. Richard looks into her astonishing blue eyes and smiles proudly. This is his little girl and Taron gets crazy from time to time about the fact that Rich and Emilia have those dashing blue eyes.

Taron came up with the idea to adopt a little child because he really wanted to have kids with Rich. Richard understood his wish to have a little human being and agreed, knowing he didn’t want to do it with anyone other than Taron. And so, they educated themselves on the process and went to a few foster homes. They saw many very cute and lovable children and wanted to take them all with them. But when the leader of the home showed their newest member, they shared one look and knew right then who they would take. The precious bundle of joy was only four weeks old and overwhelmed them with her beautiful eyes and cute face. Taron signed the papers with tears in his eyes and cuddled Rich as soon as they were back at their car. His spouse was too overwhelmed by all the children without loving parents and he was shocked to see this little helpless baby among them.

There had been many sleepless nights with their new babygirl and T was losing his mind. He was shooting several projects and was a nervous wreck because of the lack of sleep. He talked to Rich about their new arrangements and they came to an agreement. Richard decided not to take on any new projects and stayed at home with their little girl, carrying her around in his arms and cuddling her back to sleep. He became the stay-at-home mom while Taron worked to support them for the time being.

Emilia is nine months old today and a literal ball of sunshine. She’s curious about everything and keeps her fathers on their toes by crawling everywhere she shouldn’t go. She carried the rebel trait from Taron for sure.

“Oh Emmy no!” Rich chuckles and tries to stop her from slamming her hand on the banana slices. She giggles and squishes the banana with her tiny hands into a puree.

Taron opens the door and slides off his shoes. He can hear his little girl giggling in the kitchen and Richard trying to calm her down. Snack time. T steps into the kitchen and the first thing he sees is Emilia throwing a banana at his husband’s face. Taron presses his hand in front of his mouth and tries to hold back his laughter. Richard shoots him a glare and gets up to remove the mess from his face. Taron walks to his daughter and leans down to her. “You can’t throw your food at your dad’s face Emmy. We don’t do that cupcake.” he says seriously, but can’t help but look at her adoringly. Emilia giggles and it’s the purest sound he ever heard. She claps her hands, which are full of smashed bananas, on his cheeks and smiles proudly. “Lovely.” T sighs and pats her cheeks. “How can someone make such a mess with a single banana?” he asks and turns over to Rich who’s drying his face with a towel. His husband shrugs and looks at the mess the little one made.

There are pieces of it on her red pullover and in her face. The desk of her high chair looks like she slaughtered somebody and there are some pieces on the floor.

Taron walks over to the sink and starts to wash his face. Rich hands him a towel and walks back to their daughter. He feels Taron wrapping his arms around his waist and lying his head on his back. “How was work, baby?” he turns around and hugs him tight, rubbing his back.

T buries his head into his chest and mumbles his answer. “It was actually good. I got to see the director today. We talked about my shooting schedule; you know because of Emilia. He said it’s not a problem at all.” Taron looks up to him and smiles happily.

Richard plays with his hair and nods with a smile. “Sounds good.” He knows T feels awful for being away so often shooting. But it’s their jobs and Taron has some projects to finish.

They both stopped taking almost every project they would be interested in because they want to be here with their baby. Shortly after the adoption, they met with Elton and he told them to stop working that much. He opened their eyes and told them how much they would regret giving Emilia to a nanny while they’re away and missing all the important moments. Her first words, steps and so on.

Taron stands on his toes and gives him a kiss. “I missed you.” he whispers and kisses him again, softer than before.

Rich chuckles and plants a kiss on his forehead. Taron had been away for only a few hours and was homesick already. That was thanks to the new addition to the family. “I missed you too.” He said with a smile.

T lets go of him and walks over to his daughter, who finally realized she could also eat the banana. He leans down to her and grins. “And I missed you sweetie! Did you miss your daddy too?” Emilia giggles and her round cheeks look too cute to be real.

“Dada!” she says and throws another banana on his face.

“Is that a yes?” Taron sighs and can’t hold himself back from giggling. “How do you do this without going nuts?” he asks and turns around to Rich, who watches them chuckling. T takes the towel from Richard and cleans his face for the second time in 10 minutes.

“Believe me, I don’t know how myself.” Rich shrugs with a grin. Emilia finishes eating and reaches her arms up high. Taron takes her into his arms and gives her a kiss on her cheek. “I’m gonna get some new clothes. She’s covered in food.”

Richard watches T cleaning his baby up and dressing her again. He tickles her which makes her kick and laugh hysterically. His heart warms watching the two who mean everything to him. Taron talks in a silly voice with her and taps on her nose with his finger. He tickles her tiny feet and his eyes are shining brightly whenever she giggles or makes other happy sounds. He picks her up again and sits down on the sofa with her. She sits on his lap and grabs his shirt just to take it in her mouth. “That doesn’t even taste good! How can you eat that?” he asks and tries to get it out of her mouth. But Emilia’s tiny fingers wrap themselves tightly around his shirt. “Emmy stop eating my shirt. That tastes like shit!”

The little girl looks up to him curiously and shortly stops eating his shirt. “Sh-shit” she says and Taron’s eyes widen in shock. He turns his head over to Rich and his expression is priceless.

“Taron! That’s exactly why we said no cursing in front of our baby.” Rich says with a playfully angry expression and groans. He holds his cursing back every day and now this shit happens.

Taron cups her face and looks at her. “No, Emmy baby, no bad words. Don’t say that word again. Please, your dad is going to be really mad at me.” he gives her a kiss and watches her hopefully. Richard starts laughing, seeing his spouse talking to her as if she would understand a word of what he was saying. Although he had to admit, his efforts were adorable.

But their daughter doesn’t have a care in the world as she bounces on his lap in excitement and repeats her new learned word over and over again. “Shit!”

“No!” Taron groans and shakes his head. Emilia giggles happily, not knowing what is going on, and takes his shirt back into her tiny mouth.

“Our girl can say daddy and shit now. Congrats on that, Taron.” Rich says and rolls his eyes, but can’t stop himself from laughing. He gives T a kiss and shakes his head afterwards. “It’ll pass soon. Hopefully.” He says.

“Rich help me!” he begs and tries to get his shirt out of her mouth. The little girl is drooling all over his blue shirt. The newly formed wet spots stick to Taron’s torso.

Richard takes Emilia’s teddy bear and shows it to her. “Come on, stop eating his shirt.” He coos. The little one claps her hands in excitement and takes the teddy bear into her hands, making sounds to resemble cheering. “Good girl.” Richard strokes over her soft, brown hair and looks at her amused. “God, she’s literally chewing on everything but destroys her actual food. That’s weird.”

“It is. I’m gonna give her some fried chicken one day and then she’ll never eat my shirts again.” T looks down at her and his eyes grow soft. He strokes over her belly and gets lost in her eyes. Damn it, now his daughter gets him with her eyes too. That will be hard to get out of when she gets older and wants something.

“You think she’ll be as crazy as you and dream about it?” Richard asks laughing and gets slapped playfully on his arm.

Taron shakes his head and grabs Richards hand. “I love you.” he states and watches Rich adoringly. He looks like he could use a warm shower, some cuddles and a lot of sleep.

“I love you too baby.” Rich says and leans back on the sofa. He slept horrible last night and he tossed around until he had to awake that morning.

“You didn’t get much sleep last night, did you?” T asks and softly fondles over his knuckles. Rich just shakes his head and closes his eyes. Taron sits Emmy next to him on the sofa, who’s happily playing with her teddy. He plants a kiss on Richards lips, causing him to open his blue eyes surprised. Rich smiles into the kiss and cups his face gently. “Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t sleep?” he whispers and kisses him again.

“I didn’t want you to be awake with me, you’re working.” Rich says shrugging his shoulders and grabs his hand, locking their fingers.

Taron looks at him with a slight stern expression on his face. “Rich, that shouldn’t be a reason to stay awake alone. I know you fall asleep much easier when you’re in my arms.” his voice gets soft and he squeezes his hand. “You don’t have to wake me up for that if you don’t want to. Cuddling into me is still an option” He urges his husband.

Richard shrugs his shoulders and rubs his face tiredly. T is a light sleeper and cuddling into him would definitely wake him up. He tilts sideways and leans his head against his husband’s shoulder. Taron lies his arm around him and rubs over it gently.

Emilia climbs down from the sofa and crawls outside into the entrance. “Where is she going now?” Rich groans tiredly and moves to get up.

“I’m gonna get her.” T says and stands up. Rich closes his eyes when Taron suddenly gasps and calls out for him. “Oh my god Richard!”

Rich’s eyes shoot open as he feels panic begin to rise in his body. “What’s wrong?” he shouts and gets up quickly, walking into the entrance where Taron is standing.

T turns towards him and his eyes are brimmed with tears of joy. “She’s walking.” he whispers happily and looks back at her.

Richard frowns, slightly irritated. He almost scared him to death. Emilia could walk when she holds herself up against something and that isn’t something new. Taron had seen that before too.

Taron crouches down and reaches his arms out to her. Emilia is walking slowly, but loudly, on her tiny feet. She stumbles a bit, but she can take a few steps without holding herself up against something. “Come to daddy, cupcake. Come here.” Taron encourages her and smiles happily. Their daughter stumbles into his arms and is embraced with a tight hug and many kisses. “She can walk!” T cheers and looks up to him proudly.

Richard sits down next to them on the floor and strokes over his daughter’s hair. “I love you two so much!” he says with tears in his eyes and kisses Taron softly.

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wicked games ch. 3 | jurdan

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Jude's P.O.V

"You're up."

The sound of Vivi's surprised voice floated into the kitchen, hopefulness and a touch of suspicion edging her tone. I didn't look up, my vision filled with stacks of scribbled plans, some crumpled and tossed to the side and others spilling over with scrawled writings scratched in bleeding ink.

"I am up, astute observation Vivi," I hummed, rubbing the back of my hand across my tired, burning eyes before scribbling another idea onto my list.

"Why are you writing like a madman, what is all of this shit?" she frowned as she walked to the edge of the table, her eyes casting over my stacks of papers in relative distaste. I dimly felt the wicked, crazed grin involuntarily crawling up my mouth as my attention flickered up to her.

"Planning on how to best kill Cardan Greenbriar."

Her lip curled slightly in disapproval. "I can't believe you would even think about trying to go back, Jude, there's so much the mortal world has to offer. Less murder and stupid Faerie politics, for one."

I snorted, waving my hand in a dismissive gesture.

I didn't have a chance to focus back on my papers before Oak came bouncing into the kitchen spouting unintelligible lyrics to some mortal world pop song. He stopped short when he noticed me sitting at the table, his eyes going wide. "Jude's up! Jude's up!" he promptly ran over to me chanting, throwing his tiny arms around my neck and hanging on me with painful enthusiasm. Begrudgingly, I put down my pen in favor of hugging him back, ruffling his silky hair with a weakly genuine smile.

Oak was another reminder of Faerie that stung horribly, and as much as I didn't want to admit it, I had undeniably been avoiding interacting with him. Though to be fair, I didn't interact much with anyone.

But as of today, my days of moping were over.

Inspiration had struck in the dark hours before sunrise, and I had subsequently stayed up all night devising the best strategy to find a way back to Elfame so I could murder my supposed husband.

"What cereal today, Oak?" Vivi asked with a sigh, seemingly having given up on our conversation in favor of a more forgiving subject. Oak slid into the chair next to me, pouting his lips and swinging his short legs back and forth in thought for a brief moment.

"Lucky Charms!" he finally determined with a lopsided smile, slapping his hands on the table in excitement and for added emphasis.

"What about you, Jude," Vivi raised a brow as she plucked the bright red cardboard box from the cabinet and placed it on the counter. I shook my head dismissively, my stare dipping down as I turned my attention back to my papers.

"Choke him to death with his stupid crown?"

Oak was suddenly over my shoulder, his small voice holding a mixture of fear and confusion as he read my scrawled words aloud.

I quickly snatched the paper away, clearing my throat as Vivi shot me a withering glare. "Really, Jude?" My shoulders lifted in a half shrug, though I shuffled my papers into a crude stack before pushing them out of Oak's line of sight. Truthfully, that was by far one of the tamest plans I had devised. "Eat up Oak, we're going to be late for school," Vivi placed Oak's bowl on the table in front of him before turning her attention to me. "Would you like to come, Jude? I could use someone to help me grocery shop afterwards." The proposition made my lip curl. I had gone to the mortal store 'Target' with her once before. Needless to say, I hated every second of it. The mortal world was obnoxious and loud and tiring at best.  

Though if I really thought about it, I would have readily used the same descriptors for half the people living in Faerie.

But at least I had power in Elfhame. In the mortal world I was nothing, just another insignificant speck roaming the face of the earth with no purpose or meaning to life. I was nothing here.

The queen of nothing.

My teeth clenched together so hard it felt as if they might shatter from the pressure.

Oak hugging me good bye was a dim sensation, the sound of him and Vivi leaving the apartment a million miles away.

The pen was snatched up from the table again in the span of a blink, a fresh set of new ideas of torture and humiliation spilling over in my thoughts.

I was going to make the King of Elfhame pay for what he had reduced me to. What he had taken away from me.

Preferably with his life.

***

Jude's P.O.V

I didn't know why I had done it, why I had gone to Vivi's stash of liquor and drank through her stores as if it was my last night to live. Maybe it had something to do with catching a scent not unlike someone I loved and loathed with every fiber of my being. Maybe it had been my eyes burning with angry, exhausted tears as I came up with the hundredth new idea for how best to kill that someone. Maybe it had been the thought of what he was currently doing, who he was currently laying with.

Regardless, several empty bottles later I was sprawled out on the floor of my room, something between laughter and sobs spilling from my lips in between drunken hiccups as I stared listlessly up at the ceiling.

What would I say to him when I inevitably fought my way back to Faerie? What would he have to say for himself?

Maybe I would carve out his vocal chords before he even got the chance to speak. It would be decidedly much easier that way, to not have to hear his carefully crafted lies and manipulation ever again.

My fingers lazily crawled down my side, slipping out the kitchen knife I had come to keep strapped to my leg, a pitiful replacement for my daggers. Grasping its grooved handle, I held it above me, watching the light glint off of its sharpened blade with drunken fascination. My vision blurred in and out, my skin buzzing with heat. Another wild laugh formed on my tongue at the thought of what Cardan's face would look like when I found my way back. I would relish his terror, savor it, feed off of it. For once, he would be the one cowering, and I was going to enjoy every single second of it.

The moment of satisfaction was short lived as a wave of unbearably warm nauseousness passed over me. My eyelids fluttered as I groaned, pressing a hand over my mouth to stifle the vomit that was threatening at the back of my throat. I was sweating and feverish, alternating between blissful and miserable as the world tilted around me in a haze of sickening dizziness. It baffled me how Cardan did this every day, how he enjoyed it. Or maybe this was just another side affect of being drunk for mortals that the Fae never had to endure. The thought was bitter on my tongue.

"Jude?"

My heavy eyelids struggled to look up at the dim sound of Vivi's voice, her form blurring in and out of focus where she stood above me with her hands pressed on her hips.

"Hey sis," I greeted, slightly slurred as I absentmindedly reached for the last half empty bottle of vodka.

"I guess I can't be mad that you're finally acting like a normal teenager for once," she remarked mildly, though my intoxication wasn't quite strong enough to make me miss the mournful edge to her words.

"But I don't want to be normal." I felt the frown creep up on my lips of its own accord.

She snorted, bending down and starting to gather the bottles littering the carpet around me like some sort of shrine. The thought made me giggle briefly. "Jude, all I've wanted is for you to find happiness in yourself, outside of their world," she sighed, "I know I can't understand what it's like living there and not being one of them, but the point is that you never needed to be. You're Jude Duarte, the fiercest person I know. Being exiled doesn't take that away from you, neither does being normal and living powerless in the mortal world."

If I hadn't been drunk, I dimly suspected the words would have ignited a spark of anger. Instead, a lump grew in my throat in response.

The words teased at my tongue, anxious to be voiced aloud.

I just want to feel like I belong somewhere. With someone.

My mouth snapped shut around the admission even as Cardan's face flashed through my vision, making my nausea increase exponentially.

"I'll try harder, Vivi, I promise," I mumbled, exhaustion firmly working to press my eyelids closed.

She laughed in soft amusement. "Okay, Jude. Enjoy sleeping while it lasts, you're going to have a nasty hangover tomorrow."

Something unintelligible parted my lips in response before, promptly, I passed out.

***

Cardan's P.O.V

Cardan's mood was sullen, to say the very least. The festivities going on before him were in full swing, the people collectively intoxicated to a level that normally would have delighted him in witnessing the chaos that it elicited. But no drink has touched his tongue tonight, no nevermore graced his lips. He had remained painfully sober for quite possibly the first night since he had exiled Jude, and not for no good reason either. Orlagh was pressing for marriage again, threatening him in passive aggressive manners to make Nicasia his consort. Nicasia was currently gazing at him from across the room, conversing with Locke with her graceful arms haughtily folded over her chest. There was no denying she was beautiful, yet somehow she still paled in comparison to Jude. Jude, the mortal.

His mortal wife, that is.

No one knew of her status, of the deal they had made or of the consecration of their marriage. He had kept the information locked and guarded in the depths of his heart. Regardless if it had been what he truly desired, the move had been a political one. With her exiled and holding the title of queen, it insured the crown couldn't be stolen from him. It insured that she was protected as much as he was.

Even still, he knew he was lying to himself when he silently insisted it had nothing to do with his having feelings for her. Even as much as he so desperately wanted to, Jude Duarte was a weakness that he couldn't seem to deny anymore. His sleepless nights and empty bed could attest to that.

"Cardan." His eyes flickered up, slightly startled as he brought his focus up to Nicasia. She had crossed the room without him realizing it, and was now standing in front of him with ice blue eyes narrowed.

He couldn't hold back the contempt in his sneer. "I prefer to be addressed by my title."

Her body visibly tensed, her elegant hands curling into fists as he leaned back, crossing his legs and lazily gesturing for her to continue. "High King," she ground out, as if it physically pained her to admit she was inferior in status, "I request time for us to speak alone. My mother would like me to relay information regarding your imminent marriage." It took all of his pitifully low amount of self control to keep from jeering at her.

I already have a wife. Fuck off.

Instead, he twirled his thumb around his stacked rings in thought, turning his attention to the bare finger where a ruby formerly sat. His free hand lifted to brush against the edge of his crown, a charade of an absentminded movement, but purposefully arrogant. "Many have been pursuing my courtship and I have turned them down, what makes you think you are special, my dear Nicasia?" She reddened, making a smirk curl at the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe because I have the Queen of the Undersea behind me," she bit out, though it obviously wasn't the answer that had sprung to her mind first. She had wanted him to want her.

He fell into quiet contemplation for a brief moment. As much as it amused him to antagonize her, the question at hand was much more complex than throwing insults back and forth. His stare instinctively flickered to the right, where his seneschal had once stood by his side day in and day out. Jude would have known what to do.

Her absence had quickly made him realize with increasing urgency that he had no idea how to run a kingdom by himself. He was standing on shaky ground as it was, finally making an alliance through Nicasia would have been the smartest decision.

And yet, he couldn't make himself accept. The idea repulsed him so intensely it was mildly unnerving.

"I am currently considering my options," he settled on a rather ambiguous response, a political one, really. Neither confirming or rejecting. But it wouldn't suffice for long, and they both knew it.

Nicasia's scathing stared raked over him once, twice, before she nodded stiffly, twirling on her heels and promptly stalking away. His crown tipped slightly askew as he leaned his head back against his throne. The tedious game of politics was going to drive him mad, if it hadn't already.

"High King, there's been reports that Orlagh is starting to get impatient," the Roach appeared silently from behind him, the report low and hushed. Cardan's eyes follow Nicasia's path until she disappeared into the frenzied crowd of drunken dancers.

"So it appears," he sighed, pressed two fingers to his temple. A headache was quickly beginning to throb there, an insistent and irritating ache.

"The council is displeased with your indecision," the Roach continued impassively, doing well not to hint at his own feelings on the subject.

"Tell the council the High King says to kiss my ass," Cardan grumbled, sinking further into his seat. The Roach nodded before retreating back into the shadows, though Cardan could have sworn he caught the soft sound of his laugh.

He lifted his hand, summoning an attendant to his side in a few brief seconds.

"High King?" the boy promptly asked, his voice high pitched and breathless.

"Get me the best wine you can find, and some nevermore while you're at it," he ordered before he could think better of it. He hadn't been sober for a night in weeks, months even, why stop now? The thought made a miserable chuckle form on his lips. He didn't hesitate as a goblet appeared in his hand, downing the contents as easily as if it were water before swiping a generous amount of gold over his lower lip. This was the only way to dull the pain, to forget the sharp knife of agony pressed between his ribs and lodged into his heart.

There was only one thing that could really stop this hurt, but he knew painfully well that the only solution was one that he couldn't have, getting back the woman he could very well possibly never see again.

***

Jude's P.O.V

"Get pop tarts for Oak, he likes those for breakfast," Vivi murmured as she looked over the different types of bread with entirely too intense contemplation. My feet dragged just slightly as I walked down the aisle, swiping a box of strawberry flavored ones before tossing it into the cart.

True to my drunken word, over the past week or so I had made an effort to least act as if I was adjusting to mortal life. Grocery runs, coming along in the morning to take Oak to school, afternoon walks through the park, I had endured it all. And when I wasn't moping, I had to admit it wasn't the worst thing in the world not to have to worry about everything I ate killing me or possibly being stabbed in the back at every turn. It was normal, comfortable, but still agonizing in its monotony. Like the taste of Faerie fruit, living in Elfhame had left me addicted, always wanting more.

But maybe that was the key. No matter how much I tried to fit in, no matter how much power I wielded, maybe it would never be enough.

The thought was haunting, I shivered as I pushed the cart through the aisles, trailing behind Vivi's long, confident strides. "Do you want any candy, Jude? You could use some sweetness to balance out your bitter disposition," she smirked slightly, making an overdramatic, sweeping gesture to the wide array of brightly colored packages spilling over on the shelves.

"Coming from the household cynic, thats rich," I rolled my eyes, though not before snatching a package of hard caramels and tossing it in. It was one of the only crystal clear memories I had from before Madoc stole us away, eating hard caramels with Vivi and Taryn and sticking out out tongues to see who's would melt away the fastest.

The thought of Taryn made my jaw clench. Every single one of my memories with her were tainted now. Hollow, bitter, stained black with betrayal.

What was she doing now in Elfhame? My hands clenched, fingernails crushing into my palms. Probably celebrating her and Madoc's successes, spending nights with Locke. It was likely I didn't even pass through her mind anymore.

I hadn't realized that Vivi had moved on to the next aisle and an unfamiliar face was standing in front of me until the person waved his hand in front of my face, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Oh, sorry," I cleared my throat, blinking several times to bring myself back to reality. He flashed me a slightly lopsided smile, dirty blonde curls falling into his eyes as he shifted nervously on his feet.

"No its fine, um, I just wanted to tell you that you're really pretty," he laughed again, cheeks flushing slightly. My mouth parted as surprise tingled at my fingertips before it snapped shut just as quickly.

Come on Jude, you're gaping like an idiot. Say something you dumb ass.

"Well, thanks, I guess," I stiffly replied.

He blinked, his cheeks reddening even further at my dry response. "Ah, sorry, I usually don't do things like this but, you know, I just, wanted you to know," he ran his fingers through his hair nervously.

My wariness melted away slightly at his hopeful smile. I guess this was what flirting was like between normal, mortal people.

"Yeah, I get what you mean," I flashed him a commiserating grimace, hesitantly meeting his hazel eyes. "Don't flirt much?" he asked with a hint of playfulness. "Oh, so thats what this is," I raised a brow with just as much teasing to my voice. He blushed harder.

For some reason, it made something inside me warm with an unfamiliar feeling. Happiness? Comfort? It was bittersweet, and brought me back to painful reality with a violent jolt.

"I don't want to lead you on, I just got out of a... complicated relationship," I almost physically cringed with the words, "You seem nice, but it's just really not a good time for me."

He wilted slightly, his eyes falling to the floor in thinly veiled disappointment. "Oh well, okay. Thanks for the conversation then, it was fun while it lasted." He stuffed his hands into his pockets, flashing me one last crooked grin. I silently watched him trudge away, my body frozen as I stared after him.

For this first time since being humiliated and exiled, I actually felt.. good? Maybe 'not miserable' was a better way to describe it. But still, it felt like a glimmer of hope. That maybe, just maybe, I could fit in, I could have a life in this world.

"Jude, come on lets get going, we have to pick Oak up from school," Vivi peeked her head back into the aisle from the next row over, completely oblivious to what had just transpired. I curled my lip in projected irritation. "I'm coming." She shook her head slightly, rolling her eyes and disappearing back down the next aisle over.

As I followed her, I couldn't help but smile.

***

Cardan's P.O.V

"I'm going to go see her, and you can't stop me," Cardan slurred, attempting to push past the two individuals, again to no avail. The Roach and the Bomb shared a look that was mildly infuriating as they continued to block his bedroom door, making Cardan scowl in response. "I'm the High King, and I order you to move," he growled, the menace behind his words slightly diminished as he swayed heavily on his feet, almost stumbling before steadying himself with a hand against the side of his desk. His fingers tracked thick gold across the wood, the bright color catching his attention for a brief moment before he forced himself to focus again.

"With all due respect, your highness, you are intoxicated and not in your right mind to make this kind of decision," the Bomb firmly spoke, crossing her arms and planting her feet.

"I don't care, I want to see Jude, I miss her," Cardan insisted, his head spinning. His thoughts were a mess, blurred and muffled, but one of them managed to stand out with stark clarity.

He didn't care about plans or strategy or politics any more. He wanted Jude back.

And he was going to go get her.

"Cardan, do you realize you might not like what you find when you go to see her?" the Roach raised a brow, the question plain but not unkind. Even so, it left him reeling with a wave of pain and hurt, so strong it almost brought him to his knees.

"She wouldn't move on so fast, she-" The words died on his lips, his breath hitching as if he had physically choked on them. The thought of her happy, without him? Not that she had been necessarily happy with him, but...

"It's been a month, and you betrayed her," the Bomb softly reminded him.

His heart ached for a fresh bottle of wine, to drown the horrible feeling currently hollowing out his chest. "I'm tired," he sighed, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Both mentally and physically, with equal parts exhaustion and misery. He ached for the familiar feeling of Jude shoving him rather roughly under the sheets, a typical occurrence back when he was under her control and she was still his seneschal watching over his every drunk and reckless action.

"How about you go to bed and I'll teach you another magic trick in the morning," the Roach offered, stepping forward and cautiously placing a hand on Cardan's shoulder. Cardan smacked his lips, running his tongue around in his entirely too dry mouth.

"Fine," he relented rather reluctantly, limply allowing himself to be promptly dragged back toward his grand bed. Despite its luxury, it still looked less than inviting without Jude in it. The mental image of her sprawled out on his sheets was ingrained into his vision with permanent clarity.

He fell onto the bed, world still spinning in a dizzying haze as he buried his face into the soft mound of a silken pillow. Dimly, he recognized the sound of murmurs of relief between the Roach and the Bomb before they walked out with nearly silent steps.

His eyes snapped back open almost immediately.

He was going to get Jude back, and no one was going to stop him.

***

Jude's P.O.V

"I'm going with Oak to a playdate, do you want to come?" Vivi asked, letting out an annoyed huff as Oak bounced on her arm, repeatedly yanking on her sleeve.

"I think I'll let you endure that hyperactive ball on your own," I eyed him pointedly with a soft laugh, to which Oak stuck his tongue out in response.

"Rude Jude, Rude Jude," he chanted obnoxiously, making me roll my eyes.

"I'm sorry Oak, you're the picture of sophistication, pardon me." I smirked as he paused, most likely trying to figure out if I was being sarcastic or not.

"I accept your apology," he sniffed, turning his nose up just slightly in an adorable parody of regalness.

I stifled my snicker, instead pressing my lips together in a smile as I nodded.

"It seems stupid Fae politics followed us here after all," Vivi rolled her eyes, snatching up Oak's restless hand and pulling him into her side.

"Hey, he answers to me, I'm the queen, remember?" I sarcastically spoke, ignoring the twinge of hurt that the words brought me.  

"Whatever, Queen Jude, King Oak, I don't care, you're in my world," she raised a brow, "We'll be back tonight, okay?" I waved my hand in a lazy gesture of understanding and dismissal, sinking down into the couch and letting my attention be captured back up by the tv as they promptly exited, the door slamming definitively behind them.

Another mindless game show was on, though for some reason they didn't seem to irritate me nearly as much any more. Weren't we all just waiting to get our lucky break in life?

My thoughts wandered to Dain, to my induction into the life of a spy. To driving a knife into my hand. To killing for the first time. To having control over Cardan. To becoming the Queen of Elfame, only to have it all ripped away from me merely hours later.

I had thought that Dain noticing me had been my lucky break. A far cry from conventional, to say the least.

My teeth found my lower lip, slicing into it as I bit down hard.

Did I even want any of that any more? However surprisingly, I had found some sort of semblance of happiness here. There was still a gaping, jagged hole torn from my soul at what I had lost, but maybe it wasn't so ridiculous to think that it could heal one day, at least with time. It had been a little over a month, maybe in a year I would have rebuilt myself already and found some new goal to pursue just as relentlessly.

A sharp, insistent knock broke me away from my thoughts.

I groaned softly as I forced myself from the comforts of the couch, running a hand through my hair as I trudged to the front door. Another loud knock that made me scowl in annoyance.

"Chill out, it's been three seconds," I groused, unlocking the door with a soft snick and swinging it open.

The figure on the steps look wildly out of place, gilded crown of gold and jewels crooked and falling to one side of his brow, ruffled, silken dress shirt unbuttoned all the way down his chest. I couldn't stop my mouth from falling open as I met his coal black eyes.

"Hello wife," Cardan grinned.

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THE CURSED - Ch.10

Being an English Princess in 1739 is everything for Y/N, a Princess from a prosperous, powerful kingdom, to be happy about… until her parents arrange for her to marry a Prince from a nearby kingdom against her wishes. Unable to join her on her journey, the Royal family hires the Winchesters, two experienced Rangers, to guide her. However, the Princess and the younger brother begin to display affection for each other, and when her heat threatens her life, Sam makes a possibly deadly decision to save it.

PAIRING: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

WORD COUNT: ~2200

OVERALL WARNINGS: a/b/o dynamics (heat/rut, claiming, knotting), age gap, smut of varying levels, descriptions of injury and gore, a tad of dub-con and 18th-century sexism from time to time, occasional bits of angst, fighting, and violence, eventual minor character death

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They arrived home a little under three hours later. The clouds were heavy in the sky, and Sam left Y/N at the door to collect buckets of snow from the ground nearby so they could prepare dinner and bathwater. She was in love with her new cloak; deerskin with a long hood that kept the wind off her cheeks, and she carefully hung it on the little coat hook by the door.

After changing into more comfortable clothes, Sam and Y/N reclined on the bed as the warmth filled the cottage. She lay across his chest, absorbing the sound of his heart beating as they dozed off.

They reawakened as the sun was setting, and together they scrambled to prepare a quick dinner of roasted beef, bread, and cheese. Afterwards, they reclined against the edge of the bed, watching as the fire roared on.

“I know what you want,” Sam murmured, “I know you want to be an immortal, like me. But I don’t want you to…” he swallowed, “I don’t want you to live with the knowledge that one day everyone you know, everyone you love, is going to die.”

Y/N tilted her head up on his chest. “I know. I don’t have anyone else to love besides you, I don’t have family outside of you and Dean and Jo.”

“What about your other family?”

She shook her head. “They sold me off to someone because my father was too scared to take account for his actions. I don't love them.” She stretched up and kissed him gently. “Just because they’re blood doesn’t make them family. I love you.”

Sam smiled at her words and interlaced his fingers with hers. “I love you too… but I refuse to see you suffer. We already have to live with the possibility that we may never have a child, I don’t want to turn you into something you’ll end up hating.”

“But I want to be with you,” Y/N protested. “I don’t want to grow old and frail while you stay young and handsome. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

Sam sighed and stood up. “I’d like to hear another reason besides you not wanting to grow old or leave me alone for the rest of time. Can you give me that?”

Y/N swallowed and watched as he poured a tankard of mead. “You’d miss waking up to me every morning. You’d miss the way I smell, the sound of my voice.”

Sam turned to look at her. “Go on.”

She stood and went to him. “You’d miss the way I fall asleep against you every night, how I kiss your cheek and run my fingers through your hair.” She undid the tie of her long robe and opened it. “You’d miss,” she sank to her knees and tugged his trousers open, “the way I make you feel with my hands… my mouth.”

He was already half hard when she pulled him free, and within seconds he was swelling and thickening in her hand. When she angled his cock, leaning in to lick at the thick vein underneath, he shivered and let out a moan. “You’re getting bold, Princess.”

“Am I?” She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the velvety head, giggling around him when his lips parted in ecstasy. She stroked him expertly, adjusting her grip and sucking on him as innocently as she could.

Sam caught his fingers in her hair, watching as she pulled her mouth away and began licking and kissing at him, even reaching between his legs to tease at his balls with her fingers. He hissed and hastily pulled his shirt off, casting it to the floor. “Take your dress off.”

Y/N obediently stood and tugged her dress over her head, allowing Sam to cup her bare breasts in his hands as he claimed her mouth with his own. “Sit,” she commanded.

Sam obeyed, kneeling on the floor, and Y/N sank into his lap, taking one of his hands and guiding it between her legs. When Sam kissed her, he could taste himself on her lips, and a shock of primal pleasure shot right down to his cock.

“You’d miss my body,” she moaned, rolling her hips on his hand. She reached down, pulling his cock between her thighs and sinking down on him. “My warm, tight, willing body,” she kissed his neck as he groaned, “ready for you whenever you need.”

Sam’s hands flew to her waist as she rose up and slammed herself down with a sluttish whimper. He growled and tugged her head back so he could bite at her jaw, keeping one arm wrapped around her back as she started riding him, hard and fast, just how he liked. Her ass slapped against his thighs, the sound a perfect second to the crackling of the fire in the grate.

“You’d miss me riding you,” Y/N panted hard as Sam dug his fingers into her skin, “miss the way I say your name…”

“Yes,” Sam breathed, “I would miss that…”

Y/N felt him throb hard inside her as she ground her knees against the stone, riding him as passionately as she was able to. Sam groaned loudly and shouted as she scratched down his back, surely leaving long red marks on his golden skin. She reached between her legs and rubbed at her clit, sighing his name right into his ear as she began to reach her peak.

“Cum for me, Alpha,” she whimpered, “I wanna look at your face when I make you cum.”

She rubbed her clit harder, her body locking up as she peaked. She felt herself cum with a loud cry of his name, felt her walls pulsing around Sam’s achingly hard member. He strained to keep himself from coming until she said he could, and when she began working herself on him again, he made sure that she was staring right into his eyes.

“Look at me,” he gripped the back of her neck and moaned as she ground herself down on him, and then he was coming, spurting hot and thick inside her. Y/N felt her belly grow warm with his seed and tightened her walls around him, coaxing every last drop from him. Sam fought to keep his eyes open, but lost the battle and slammed them shut, shouting with pleasure as his cock throbbed inside her.

When he opened his eyes, Y/N was pressed into him, her fingers trembling against his chest. They stayed there for a few minutes, taking the time to relax and come down from their highs. When Y/N suggested a warm bath, Sam was all to willing to oblige. They quickly filled the washtub with fire-heated water and used several washcloths to scrub each other clean.

When they climbed under the blankets, Sam pulled Y/N close against him, cuddling her from behind. “I’ve never seen you like that before,” he murmured, “what you did earlier…”

“I don’t know where it came from,” she sighed, “I just felt… when you asked for another reason I wanted to show you how much I mean to you, and how much you mean to me.”

Sam exhaled heavily “You mean everything to me, Y/N, you know that.”

“Then why don't you just change me?” Her voice was thick with emotion as she turned to face him. “I want to be by your side forever,” she reached beneath the covers and brushed her fingers over his thigh, “or do I have to prove that again? I will if I have to.”

Sam traced his thumb over her lips. “I don’t want… I don’t want to know that I’ve cursed you more than I already have and I do not want you to go through the pain. When I said ‘excruciating’ I meant it in the worst sense of the word.”

“It won’t be a curse if I have you,” she murmured, “please, Sam, if there is a heaven, I know it’ll be with you and… and when I find it, I’ll never see you again. I’ll spend eternity waiting for you to come home to me and you could be building a home with someone else, a different life—I can handle pain, but I can’t live with knowing that you’ll take another mate after I die!”

Sam soothed her as she began to cry and pulled her tightly against his chest. “I will never stop loving you, Y/N. If I didn't love you, I would have let you suffer during that first heat, I wouldn’t have saved your life, I would have let you marry that man and left with a thousand crowns in my pocket.” He cupped her face and tenderly wiped her tears away. “I love you, and I do not want to see you in pain unless it is absolutely necessary, now that is that.”

He dipped his head to kiss her and stroked her hair. Y/N buried her face in his chest, silently seething in anger.

I bet you told Jess you’d never find another Omega either, she thought.

***

Two weeks later, they were awoken by the sound of a fist pounding loudly on the door early in the morning, before the sun had even risen. Sam sat up quickly, and Y/N gripped his arm tightly as a rush of fear rocketed through her system.

“Sam—”

“I’ll handle it,” he touched her side to calm her and slid from the bed, shivering slightly as the chill in the room hit him. Then Dean’s voice echoed through the room, and Sam immediately snapped to attention. He went to the door and wrenched it open.

Dean strode inside, breathless and fully clothed. “There’s been an attack,” he panted, “in town, some sort of animal… Sam it looks like… it’s bad, you need to come quickly, everyone is panicking. You’d better bring your bow.”

Sam rapidly dressed as Y/N stepped into her boots and coat. He wasn’t saying anything, and that made her incredibly nervous.

“Did anyone die?” Y/N asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Dean nodded. “I don’t know who.”

They left the cabin in a hurry, and Sam hurriedly saddled Shadow before lifting Y/N onto the horse and climbing up behind her.

When they reached town, almost everyone was outside in the town square. Y/N caught a glimpse of several men holding the crowd back, and when the Winchesters pushed towards the front, the people fell away from them as if the men radiated heat as strong as the sun. A stench hung in the air, like rotten fruit and something distinctly sour… the stench of death and wet-dog, all mixed into one.

There was a tall, dark-haired priest there that Sam recognized as Father Michael. A man was being held back by several men, yelling for his wife and sobbing loudly. Two children sat by him, their thin arms wrapped around his legs, fear in their eyes.

“Samuel,” Father Michael approached him and gripped his hand. Y/N noticed that contrary to everyone around them, the priest did not react in fear. “I am glad you could come at this hour, please…”

He led them into the church, past the outraged and panicked crowd. Rowena was cuffed and held between two large jailers, her lower lip split. Y/N looked up at Sam and saw that he was just as surprised as she was.

There was a woman lying on the ground, her body mangled and covered in blood. Her eyes were closed, and her brown hair was spread about her head like a halo. Y/N recognized her instantly as Hannah, the best baker in town. A blood-soaked stretcher lay underneath her, and Sam quickly knelt by the woman’s body, Y/N standing over his shoulder. Deep gashes ran the length of her torso, ripping her nightdress and staining her alabaster skin crimson with blood.

“She was torn to shreds,” he lifted Hannah’s arm, carefully avoiding touching her blood, and inspected a set of deep bite marks that Sam estimated went to the bone. “Why is Rowena in chains?”

“Because she is a witch,” one of the jailers replied harshly, “a Jacobite witch comes to an English town, it was a matter of time until she cursed us!”

Sam’s reply was calm, but filled with suppressed anger. “This was not Rowena’s fault. This was gadhar ifrinna, a hellhound. Rowena may be a witch, but she has saved the lives of many people, including my own. I trust her, and if you were to send her to the stake I would be sure that everyone I meet knows that the jailers in Dolgellau sent an innocent woman to her death.”

He rose to his feet and nodded at the priest, who in turn glanced at Castiel. They motioned for the jailers to uncuff Rowena, who angrily shook her arms out, muttering furiously under her breath.

Sam went back to Y/N and took her hands in his, bringing them to his lips. He was shaking, and Y/N saw him look around, over the pews as if he was terrified of being watched.

“Is it like Jessica?” Y/N asked.

Sam nodded. “Almost exactly.”

She reached up, touched his cheek gently. “Are you okay?”

Again, he nodded. “I’ll be fine. But this means that everyone in this town is in danger,” he brushed a tangled lock of hair out of her face. “You’re in danger.”

Y/N’s heart leapt into her throat. “Me? Why?”

“Because…” Sam swallowed thickly and Y/N saw tears fill his eyes, “because one of the hounds that killed Jessica knows I’m here. It’s found me.”

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Late Night Visit

Alright since I’ve been lacking motivation to write out my original story, i started a new one and finished it in just one or two days (yay?)

I think starting something new actually gave me a boost and it turned out into this short thing!

Also special thanks to @snk-characters-thoughts for reviving my love for this ship 💕💕

It most likely is super messy and shitty and short but its been too long since i last posted something so here we go!

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After a failed mission outside the walls, the soldiers returned home. Far away from the titans and behind protecting walls. They’ve made many losses, uncountable soldiers wounded and injured. The mission failed and it was better they retreated before they’d lose much more precious soldiers.

Sasha got injured badly after she tried to save Connie from a titan that came too close. The titan raised his hand and pretty much slapped her against the ground like a fly after she managed to push her friend out of the way. Connie ended the job and helped Sasha onto his horse to get her out of danger afterwards.

It was risky and dangerous but they eventually made it back and were now getting settled in the headquarters. Mikasa took care of Sasha’s wounds, which luckily weren’t as severe as expected. She had a broken leg and bruises over her arm and face- somehow, she managed to fall just right. That didn’t mean she wasn’t in pain, though. Everything hurt, moving around was draining and, worst of all, she hasn’t gotten any food since their return.

“Hnngg...” She shuffled uncomfortably on the bed, groaning with each time she moved a muscle. Her gaze flicked over to the window, at the bright stars and moon, illuminating her room.

It probably was already after midnight but she wasn’t sure, she lost track of time. After what felt like hours, the door of her room opened and someone came inside. Her eyes immediately shot wide open and she licked her lips. That smell... it could only be one thing.

“Is that-?!“

“Meat, yes.” The person, who turned out to be Levi, cut in shortly and approached her bed. “Everyone’s already sleeping and I knew you would be hungry. It’s not much but it should be enough to satisfy your needy ass for now.”

The brunette began panting with anticipation, her drool literally rolling down her chin. “Th-That’s really considerate of you, c-captain!”

Levi placed the tray on the nightstand so he could help Sasha sitting up and placed the pillow behind her back for support. “Whatever, just eat up.” The tray was placed onto Sasha’s lap and the soldier immediately began munching on the luscious meat gleefully. Her eyes pretty much gleamed with how good it was to eat juicy, delicious meat.

Levi was watching her a little disgusted, but he just sighed and reached down to pull Sasha’s hair out of her face. “You eat like a pig.” He commented as he took the hair tie from the nightstand drawer and tied up the girl’s hair. Her hair shouldn’t get into the food, at very least.

Sasha didn’t answer Levi- probably didn’t even hear him either, and, suddenly, she had the strength to move her arms around so wildly. She was way too focused on her heavenly meal and wasn’t interested in anything else. It actually was just a bowl of soup, some bread and a cup of hot tea, together with the extra meat on the side. To Sasha, this was the best meal she had in forever.

While Sasha was pretty much moaning with each bite, Levi folded his arms over his chest and watched her almost amusedly. It was quite funny to watch Sasha eating as if she was close to starving. Even if she was always like that, this time it was different.. somehow. Levi felt different.

“Agh-!!” Sasha suddenly exclaimed and opened her mouth to fan her burned tongue. “Hothothot!!!” She exclaimed in distress, looking up at Levi helplessly with her tongue stuck out.

Raising a brow, Levi tilted his head lightly and let out a short snort. Then he reached down and ruffled the girl’s hair gently, “That’s your own fault, brat. Tea is hot.” He stated as a fact which made Sasha chuckle. She leaned up into his touches, liking the little affection she got a lot.

“There’s something else hot here too...” The girl muttered to herself. Levi’s hand stopped at that and he eyed her suspiciously, but Sasha just chuckled and held up her bowl. “My soup!” She exclaimed and slurped down the rest of it quietly. Lucky for her, the bowl covered most of her face so there was no way for Levi to have seen the faint blush on her cheeks.

By the time Sasha lowered her bowl again, the tea’s temperature cooled down just enough to be drunk without getting burned another time. When she finally was done with everything and hadn’t left a single crumble on the tray, Sasha leaned back with an satisfied sigh and placed her hand on her belly. “That was so good... Thank you, captain.”

After Levi took the tray back, Sasha carefully scooted back into a laying position. She nuzzled her head into the pillow, her gaze staying on Levi while he took the tray and headed over to the door without losing another word.

But before he could reach out for the doorknob, the brunette spoke up timidly, “Captain? It’s really boring here, would you mind to stay?”

“Tch.” Levi sounded annoyedly, shooting her a glare from over his shoulder. “Do I look like a clown to you? Do you expect me to entertain you or what?”

“Wha-?“ She immediately shook her head before averting her gaze somewhere else. “No, sir. I just.. kinda feel lonely. I don’t want to stay here alone..” She admitted, fiddling with her blanket, “Please? Just this once. I’ll... clean up the stables, if you want!”

Her offer was turned down by Levi’s flicking wrists, “You’ve got a broken leg, it’ll take some time for you to walk again, idiot.” Nonetheless, Levi walked back over to her and took a seat on the bed as he placed the tray back on the nightstand.

Sasha’s eyes lit up and she quickly made space on her bed for Levi to lay down next to her, giving him a huge, happy grin. The raven only stared at her like she was a maniac- which she most definitely was- and folded his arms over his chest. “No.” He said firmly.

Then Sasha pouted, her eyes becoming sad and her lip stuck out, even quivering a little. “Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with sprinkles on top and a-“

“-Ugh..“ Levi growled and slapped his hand over her mouth, narrowing his eyes deeply. “You’re a pain in the ass, I hope you know that.” He growled under his breath. Feeling Sasha smiling behind his hand made him eventually gave in, and Levi hesitantly got into bed and laid down beside her.

His gaze stayed fixated on the ceiling and Sasha could tell he was feeling awkward. She didn’t want him to, so she slowly inched closer until she could wrap an arm around his torso and looked up at him. The raven looked utterly confused at the soldier, his brows knitted together.

“What’re you doing?” He questioned which made Sasha get even closer.

“It’s called cuddling, you’ll like it.” Placing her head on Levi’s chest, Sasha closed her eyes slowly.

“I know what cuddling is, brat. I mean-“ He stopped himself from finishing his sentence when he saw Sasha getting comfortable on his chest. She snuggled and nuzzled him, holding onto him while Levi just stared down at her. Though, the longer she was laying there, the sooner Levi just accepted it and reached down to wrap one arm around her in return. Not even Levi had the heart to pull away anymore.

“...Goodnight.” He murmured softly, turning over to blow out the candle before finally relaxing. They just came back from the mission this afternoon, everyone needed some rest.

When morning rolled around, Levi was already awake. He’s been awake for a while but didn’t move or talk to not wake the sleeping soldier. He found himself playing with the ends of Sasha’s hair, though, to give himself something to do.

Soon, the brunette woke up with a yawn, her arms squeezing Levi. Her eyes blinked open slowly and she laid there lazily for a while longer. It was too early to wake up or do anything.

She could feel that Levi still was in bed with her and turned her head over to look at him. “Morning, captain. How did you sleep?” She chirped, resting her chin on his chest as she watched him.

The raven stared at her and just rolled his eyes at her question. “Fine. Now let me get up, I’ve got shit to do.” He ordered and tried pushing himself up but Sasha was faster and kept him down.

“Not now. I wanna cuddle some longer!” She whined like a child which earned herself a flick on the forehead, making her whine.

“That was enough cuddling for you. There’s work waiting for me.” He repeated and pushed her back, only to be embraced once again. “Oi!”

“Levi, please.” Sasha dropped the title and looked at him with big eyes and a pout. “Just a little longer.”

With a heavy sigh, Levi plopped back into the pillow and glared at the brunette. “You’re even more annoying than Jaeger.” He commented as Sasha just smiled.

“Let’s play a game.”

Levi snarled, “Are you fucking-“

“C’mon. If you win, I’ll let you go.” She offered.

The raven grumbled something under his breath, but ended up nodding nonetheless. The faster he got out, the faster he could finish his work.

“Alright, you need to close your eyes and guess what I’m drawing on your chest.”

“That’s the most stupid game I’ve ever heard of.“ Levi deadpanned.

“Just close your eyes, grumpy.” Sasha giggled, yet a little scared in case she crossed the line with her little nickname.

Levi didn’t look pleased- then again, when did he even look pleased to begin with? He was still frowning and for a second, Sasha thought he’d slap her. Instead, he just exhaled and closed his eyes to just get done with it.

The girl smiled and pressed her finger against Levi’s chest. Before she could even do anything, Levi spoke up, “Meat.”

“Hey!” Sasha complained, “I didn’t even start yet! That didn’t count!”

The raven would’ve rolled his eyes but, since they were closed, he just clicked his tongue annoyedly.

Huffing, Sasha placed her hand back on the captain’s chest and glanced up at him. She sucked in a breath and carefully leaned up so she was facing him. Her eyes traveled all over the handsome features of his face and stopped at his lips.

“Get done with it already, brat.”

Heart thumping against her chest, Sasha sucked in a breath and trailed her hand up so she was cupping Levi’s cheek in her palm and could tilt his head. She saw the change in his expression; his brows suddenly lifted all the way up, his lips parting as if to say something.

But before he had any chance to do so, Sasha quickly closed the gap between them by pressing her lips against his. She shut her eyes tightly, tense, and maybe a little scared- a lot scared.

The kiss barely lasted a few seconds before the brunette pulled back again, her cheeks tinted in a beautifully deep shade of red. She looked down and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Silence.

It was unbearable. She couldn’t tell if she should be happy or just made the biggest mistake of her entire life. This was Levi, after all. Cold, stoic, mean Levi.

On the other hand, Levi also was really compassionate and had a good heart. Deep inside, he wasn’t as mean as he let people think. Sasha saw him interacting with animals or people who were close to him, like Hanji and Erwin. It was a hard shell with a core made of pure gold.

And that was what made these feelings inside her grow from day to day. She caught herself watching him more often than she should, worrying about his well being and his health. Levi soon grew to be such an important person in her life and she didn’t believe it was coincidence that, out of all people, Levi was the one who came to bring her food. After all, he could’ve just told anyone to do it.

Not to mention that he actually agreed to sleeping next to her and agreed to playing this stupid game with her. He didn’t say anything when she called him by his name, not even when she gave him a nickname... Something deep inside her told her that maybe, just maybe, Levi didn’t only saw her as a soldier. Maybe, to him, she meant just as much.

But now that she really kissed him and made the first step, Sasha was scared. What did she even think? Levi was her captain, her superior, in no way it’d be acceptable for them to be.. a thing, would it? Her heart took over her mind and now she didn’t know what to do anymore.

How could she even be so stupid? Levi was the captain of the Survey Corps! He had responsibilities and duties and if people found out he started something with one of his soldiers, they’d think wrong of him and probably lose their respect towards him.

Also, she had a feeling he was pretty close with Hanji. She once heard him saying he bathed and cleaned her repeatedly and always saw them together. It didn’t have to mean anything, of course, but Sasha didn’t have a good feeling about that. Sure, she was very close with Connie too, but she didn’t bathe him...

“...I’m sorry, captain. I got ahead of myself.” She muttered once the silence became too tense to bear any longer and swallowed the lump in her throats. “You.. can leave, I won’t bother you anymore...”

With that, Sasha pulled herself away from Levi and carefully scooted to the other side of the bed to give Levi space. She turned around so her back was facing him and stared at the wall in front of her.

Levi was still so quiet and Sasha began trembling. What would happen now? Would he hit her because she took advantage of him like that? Or would he let her clean the whole castle for weeks? Or maybe he’d kick her out of the military..? What would happen?! She didn’t know.

After what seemed like forever, she heard shuffling on the bed and shut her eyes tightly, preparing herself for what was about to come. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, turning her over, and soon after, felt the same hand cupping her chin. The girl shivered, her eyes gleaming with tears.

“C-capt-“ She wasn’t even able to start her sentence and already felt these soft lips connecting with her own. She hiccuped against Levi’s lips and shut her eyes tightly as she turned around and clutched onto Levi’s shirt.

This time, the kiss lasted much longer. It made Sasha’s heart flutter and made all the negative thoughts fade away in a matter of an heartbeat. The tears that formed in her eyes escaped and dripped down her cheeks, all the way down.

A couple of good moments later, Levi broke the kiss, his hands coming up to hold Sasha’s face, his thumbs gingerly rubbing away her tears. “I will leave because I’ve got work to get done,” He stated, “But I can assure you, I’ll come be back in the evening. And then I’ll be the one bothering you.”

Sasha laughed weakly at that and nuzzled his palms with closed eyes. “Sounds fair.” Her heart calmed down again and her whole body began relaxing. This felt right, it felt comfortable and it was such a big burden that got lifted off her shoulders. She was just overthinking it all in her panic. Finally, Sasha was at peace.

“Just rest now. I’ll tell one of the brats to get you breakfast.” He leaned up to press a long kiss on Sasha’s forehead before he got up from the bed and fixed the blanket around her a little. “And wash up, you smell like shit.” He said a little more seriously but Sasha could see he didn’t really mean it and just wanted her to get clean. Maybe that’d get her more cuddles.

A smile, “Will do.”

With a last nod, Levi lifted the tray he brought with him last night and walked over to the door. He opened it, walked out, and gently closed it behind himself.

The brunette watched him leave and stared at the door with a big smile.

She felt like an idiot, a happy idiot.

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Wake Up

(Story Post)

“Wake up…” Dusty put his fingers through Dante’s hair lightly. It was a similar scene each morning. Dusty would wake up to start getting ready for work and would walk out to the living room to find Dante sleeping there. The only difference today was that he actually had a couch now so Dante was sprawled out on that. This brought his head up to the height of Dusty’s hand which made touching it just way too easy. After a few seconds of grooming, Dusty suddenly felt embarrassed and decided to just slap him on the forehead.

Dante jumped a bit. “Huh? Ugh…” He rubbed his eyes and yawned. “I’m awake… What day is it?” “Saturday.” “Time?” “Eight a.m.” “God… Dusty… Do you not believe in sleeping in?” “I have a toddler.” Dusty crossed his arms. “But also, I have an extra shift today so I need you to feed your son this morning.” “Ah. I can do that, yeah…” Dante sat up and scratched at the stubble on his face.  “Do we have eggs?” “Cereal is fine,” Dusty said. “Naw, I want to do better than that,” Dante said. “Do you have time? I can make you eggs.” “I’m not hungry.” Dante got up off the couch. “If you have time, I’m making you eggs.” Dusty frowned and looked down. “I have time…” Dante patted Dusty’s shoulder but the demon pushed his hand away and went to go get his son. Dusty couldn't believe how much self restraint he had to exercise on a daily basis. Being around the one he'd bonded to made him feel like he was going crazy with desire and sometimes he had to be harsh with him to try to keep himself in check. Grey had been up for about an hour now but he has occupying himself with a small collection of rocks he'd started. Dusty came in and scooped him up, lifting him for a kiss to the forehead. “My handsome prince, are you hungry?” Dusty asked smiling. “Yeah,” Grey said getting excited. “Well, Papa's gonna make you eggs this morning,” Dusty said. “Special big boy eggs just for you.” Grey giggled. “For me?” “Yes sir.” It had seemed pointless not to tell Grey that Dante was his father at this point. Grey took it well, but at three he couldn't understand the implications and was just happy to have two parents all of a sudden. He already liked Dante so it wasn't hard for him to get used to the idea. Dusty changed and groomed his son before taking him out to the living room. With his horns coming in, Dusty would massage argan oil into his head to relax the process. Grey loved it when he did that because he liked the smell, so Dusty always told him they'd visit Morocco one day to see the trees where the oil came from. It was wishful thinking but he truly hoped he'd be able to take Grey along anywhere around the world. “Good morning, Grey,” Dante said as he watched them come in from the hall. “Breakfast is almost ready.” “Eggs!” Grey exclaimed seeing the yellow scrambling on the stove. “Big boy eggs!” “That's right. Eggs for Grey and his Daddy,” Dante said as he starting serving plates. “I told you, I'm not hungry,” Dusty said, bringing Grey over to the dinner table and putting him in his high chair. “You should eat before going to work. It isn't healthy to start the day on an empty stomach,” Dante said. Dusty was just silent and sat down beside his son and put his bib on. Dante served up breakfast and sat down to eat with him. When Grey asked for apple juice, he got that for him and put it in a sippy cup. Dusty left him to help Grey with his food while he got properly cleaned up for work. “So you're good to watch him today?” Dusty asked. “For sure,” Dante said, wiping ketchup from Grey's cheek. “When are you back?” “I think we'll be done around two.” “Where ya going?” Grey asked, looking a little distressed. “Daddy has to go to work today,” Dusty said, taking his son's face in his hands and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “There's no school today, so I can't bring you with me. But Papa's going to watch you today, okay?” Grey pouted but nodded. “Okay...” Dusty straightened up and fixed his hair. At work, assistants wore business casual and weren’t allowed to wear suits, so Dusty opted for a dark grey shirt, yellow tie and black trousers. “Do I look good?” “Yeah!” Grey exclaimed. “I love you, baby. See you later.” Dusty smiled and waved before stepping into the shadows and disappearing. Grey looked at the space where Dusty had been for a bit before turning back to Dante and pouting. Dante smiled and tousled Grey's hair. “Hey, do you want to play a game with me?” “Yeah!” Grey nodded. “With the animals and the houses?” “Naw, Papa doesn't have his video games with him...” Dante said, a sting of longing for his PlayStation in his heart. “I mean like...hm.. Want to make a pillow fort?” “Fort?” Grey asked. “Yeah, I'll show you.” Dante got up and scooped him out if his high chair. “Making forts is so much fun.” “Okay!”

It wasn't until part way through the day that Dusty realised he'd forgotten his phone at home. He could just pop back and get it but he figured it wasn't worth it since he didn’t really use it too much and he was there for a meeting. If he needed to contact home then he could use the phone at work. The reason they'd been called in on the weekend was for an emergency intelligence briefing. Fay asked Dusty to note take and organise any files that came with the briefing. Usually assistants wouldn't been invited to these kind of meetings but since the assistants had become so involved in managing digital paperwork, having them there in the meetings had proven to be more of a benefit than a detriment to the classification of information. This was Dusty's first meeting like it and it was nerve racking. He and Fay had shared several lunch breaks with Korsgaard and Camilo so he knew them well enough, but there were big wigs in the room he hadn't even seen yet in this meeting but there looked important and intimidating. A couple officials from NASA were present which alarmed Dusty somewhat. There was also several Yulinian liaisons at the table distinct from immigrants by their other worldly fashion and flag. Being the resident translator, Fay was seated beside them, and Dusty beside him. It would be his job to record Fay's translation and keep note of any translation he might want to reattempt later by marking the recording time. This would be Dusty's first translation meeting though so he was anxious to do right. The subject matter of the meeting didn’t help his nerve. The Yulinians had come to report an unidentified vessel spotted breaching the Oort cloud at the border of the Sun solar system. When communication was attempted with the vessel, it disappeared off their radar. From what Dusty had been taught, he knew that it was the Yulinian Force’s job to patrol and protect the borders of each solar system in the Milky Way Galaxy so for them to report this kind of breach it must be a threat to security. His worries were confirmed when the APID officials expressed their alarm. APID, being the first point of contact for the Yulinian peacekeepers, would be in charge of reporting to other space departments across the globe and NASA would be deciding defensive action from here on out. The Yulinians would collect intel and report once again within the next four months, sooner should any emergency occur. Beyond that, since they had no information yet on the origin of the vessel or even whether it was piloted or drone operated, the meeting ended shortly thereafter since intel was top priority. Dusty left the meeting a little shaken. The first thing he wanted to do was tell everyone he knew, but he’d signed a nondisclosure agreement at the beginning of his employment and it was reiterated in the meeting that if it got back to the government that he shared any of the information presented in that meeting with anyone without clearance, it would be considered treason. Fay bought him a coffee afterwards to calm his nerves and assured him meetings like that have occurred before but no actual threat to the Earth had ever come of it. The Yulinians were just very thorough by nature and their efforts to keep the galaxy safe rarely went lacking. Security had been ramped up exponentially since Dari's abduction and a breach in Oort cloud was common, the only significance was that they couldn't identify the intruder. Fay was sure that they'd be found and proper measures would be undergone to find out their intentions within Earth's Solar System. Seeing a scale diagram of how far away the Oort cloud truly was from Earth helped ease Dusty's anxiety about it considerably and he was able to assure Fay that he'd be fine going home alone since stress could potential misdirect his travel.

As he expected, he was back just after 2pm but when he stepped into the living room, he didn’t see anyone, just a fort of pillows and blankets in the middle of the room. “Dante? Grey?” Dante came crawling out of the pillows, finger to his lips. “Shh, I got him down for a nap...” “You did?” Dusty asked. “I didn’t think he would without me...” “Me neither but I put one of your shirts on a pillow and that did the trick,” Dante said. “Oh.” He looked at the pillow fort and sighed. “Pretty much everything I own is on the floor now…” “I’ll do a laundry run later,” Dante said. “How was work?” Dusty rolled his lips and frowned. “Can I, um... Can I give you a hug?” Dante’s eyes widened a bit. “Sure. Yeah, of course. Did something happen?” “No...” Dusty pulled Dante into a hug and held it for moment. “...It's just...when you're at APID and there’s...like... All these aliens and space stuff and I just find it hard not to be reminded of how...extremely small we are in the universe... Like, everything only matters if we let it matter.” “Ah... Yeah, I can see that,” Dante said, rubbing Dusty's back. “But...we're made of matter, so we must matter, right?” Dusty pulled away and rubbed his neck. “That's a bad joke...” “I mean, it's not entirely a joke,” Dante said. “For a lot of people at APID, I think that's what excites them most. The endlessness of space. The point of existence. They love it. But for some of us, it can be really scary and worrisome. But life is an amazing thing and it is what you make of it.” Dusty nodded, looking down. “...Just so you know, that hug doesn't mean anything...” “No, I know...” Dante crossed his arms. “Sometimes we just need a hug.” Dusty turned and went to look around in the kitchen. “I thought I left my phone here... Have you seen it?” “Oh, yeah. You got a couple calls,” Dante said, grabbing it off the coffee table. “I tried answering them but they'd hang up.” “That's weird.” Dusty came back over to grab it. As soon as he touched it though, it lit up and started the ring. He didn’t recognise the number, and it wasn't a local phone number. “Must be a prank or something,” Dante suggested. “Maybe.” Dusty answered it anyway. “Hello?” He blinked then looked at Dante. “Syd?!”

[nipnapples]

After My Lucky Charms

Look who’s back, homies.  It me, NipNapples.  But seriously, hi, I’m back for now.  Its been like...A year since I posted something that I created that I was actually proud of.  I have been dealing with a lot of stuff lately, but I’m getting better, I’m getting happier, and I am getting stronger.  

So why not celebrate with a good old fashioned Namjoon Crack Fic?  I think its the proper “welcome back” don’t you? 

After My Lucky Charms

Pairing: Namjoon/reader

Rating: PG-13 for some sexual content and drunken shenanigans.  

Authors note: I am a slut for a loving and respectful Namjoon, fucking fight me. 

It’s late, you know that much.  You hadn’t checked the time before leaving the bar with your girlfriends, full to the brim with a fizzing and warm contented happiness that you hadn’t felt in a while.  The feeling hadn’t left you as you hailed your cab, wetly kissed your friends cheeks in farewell, and then dragged yourself up the three stories to the apartment.  The feeling was overflowing onto the floor, spilling and mixing with the moonlight cascading across the dark hardwoods.  You can hear Joon in the bedroom, snoring away the night, and you giggle at the thought of curling against his side, pressing your nose into his hair and inhaling his sweet scent that didn’t really have a name.  You kick off your heels, bright red and rather dangerous, in the middle of the hall and begin towards the rumble of your boyfriend. 

You pause half way, remembering the full box of lucky charms you had bought earlier in the week.  You swiftly turn around, hit with a craving and a sudden case of the spins; you mentally note that turning around so quickly isn’t the best idea at the moment.  There is also a voice at the back of your head, whining and complaining that you were so close to bed, the cereal will be there in the morning won’t it?  But you’re already in the kitchen, stretching onto your tip toes to snag the box that you’re sure Namjoon placed on the top shelf purposefully.  Or maybe sober you had asked him to, because of this exact situation and really you should be watching what you eat but goddamn those are fucking lucky charms lucky charms are so good like, so so so good.   “Uh, babe?”  It is at this moment that you realize that you have successfully tugged the box down, plopped on the floor, and have been mumbling slurred praises to the whole grain cereal like you were in the confession box on a Sunday night.  It is also the moment that you realize that you may have woken up your boyfriend of three years and he is now staring at you from the kitchen doorway, sleep rumpled and confused.  

“Uhm, hello dear?” You mumble around a mouthful of freeze dried marshmallows.

Namjoon blinks several times.  “How’s it going there?” 

“Peachy keen, jelly bean.”  You swallow your mouthful and flash him a thumbs up.  You swear you could see the corners of Namjoon’s mouth twitch upwards in amusement before crouching in front of you.  

“Did you have a nice time, love?”  He asks, his dimple folding inwards softly as he truly smiles at you.   You reach back into the box of cereal and sprinkle the fresh handful into your mouth before replying.  “Mmmm, it was great.  Five dollar Long Island night and Becca did not bring Boring Benji this time, so it was just...magnificent.”  

Namjoon tries unsuccessfully to pry the box from your hands, attempting to stop your gorging, but you slap his hands away.  He sighs in defeat and instead settles beside you after digging out his own handful.  “Oh no, not Boring Benji.  I’m glad you had a nice time, you needed a break.”  

You nod, turning to look at Namjoon through slowly blinking eyes.  You study his profile, realizing once again how lucky you are to call him yours.  The soft dimple is back, as he smiles at you, his eyes curving into lovely little crescent moons.  One of his large hands is resting on your bare thigh, where your dress had ridden up when you sat down.  Long, tan fingers curving gently over the soft flesh.  His thumb runs gentle circles, comforting and protecting.  

Also, incredibly fucking sexy.  So fucking good and it makes you squirm a little to remember what those long fingered hands can do.  You bite your lip and flutter your lashes at Joon, knowing he can’t resist your seductive ways.  

“Are you going to be sick?  I don’t have a trash can!”  He retracts his hand and begins looking for the small recycling bin frantically.  He tries to stand, but you yank him back down with a painful thud.   

On second thought, maybe he can resist.  Or you’re just not trying hard enough. 

“Noooo,” you whine.  “I’m seducing you!” You sit up and swiftly swing your leg over Namjoons lap, your skirt hiking up your thighs a little more as you grind downwards against his flannel pjs.  His hands grip your hips swiftly as the four long islands you consumed cause you to wobble a bit.  You rest your hands on his shoulders, braving yourself as you brush your lips over Namjoon’s neck hotly.  “Is it working?” You ask, eyes closed so that the kitchen will stop spinning wildly. 

Namjoon flexes his fingers and breath a little heavier as you decide to grind downwards again.  You can feel him half hard beneath you, and a trickle of lust and triumph drips down your spine.  You grinding becomes sloppier and your teeth find their mark on his earlobe, tugging softly.

But Namjoon huffs a laugh and tightens his grip on your ample hips, settling you gently in his lap, silently commanding you to stop wiggling about.  “You know it is, lovely, but not now.”

You pout, knowing full well that the ruby lipstick you applied an hour ago in the bathroom has worn away, leaving just a hint of flushed flesh.  Normally it would drive Namjoon wild after a night out with you.  “But, But, Why?” You bemoan when he laughs again.  

He kisses you gently, long and sweet and pulls away after running his tongue along your bottom lip.  The fucking tease. “Because,” he whines back in a cheap imitation of yourself. “Because you’ve been drinking, baby.  And your so sleepy, I know.”  

You pout again, but at the reminder of bed your body seems to remember just how bone tired you really are.  Your joints seem to ache at the thought of your bed with the thick comforter to nest in.  “Oh,” you sigh in defeat.  “But it’s not because you don’t want it? Right?”  

Namjoon chuckles, shaking his head and hooping your nose gently with his pointer finger.  “Lovely, I always want you.  But right now, I want to go back to bed, and I know you do too.  How bout a rain check for the morning if you’re feeling up to it, Ms. Five dollar Long Island?”

You nuzzle into Joon’s neck, suddenly exhausted and heavy and ready for sleep.  “Carry me?” You ask, pitifully.  

Namjoon scoffs.  “Who do you think I am? Jungkookie?” He shakes his head and helps roll you off his lap.  

“You’re right,” you say, pinching at his firm bicep.  “You wouldn’t be able to carry me anywhere with these noodles.”

Namjoon pretends to be offended as he helps you up, but promptly turns around to offer a piggy back.  “Alright, compromise?” He asks softly.  You struggle onto his back, apologizing again for being so heavy, but Namjoon only laughs and shakes his head.  

Once in your bedroom, he plops you on the bed and helps you struggle free from your dress before slipping one of his large T-shirts over your head to sleep in.  He then kneels in front of you, rubbing your sore ankles gently, just the way you like after a long night.  

He glances at you through his soft lashes, dimple showing itself once again.  “You know I love you, right?” He asks softly, so unsure for a moment.  “Always have, always will.”  

You wave your hands at him, hating the way he seems to doubt himself.  You shake his hands from your feet, running your fingers through his hair once quickly.  “Pshh, so greasy, ack!”  You flop into bed and wait for Namjoon to crawl in beside you.  Once he’s there, you wiggle into his arms, kissing along his collar bones, up his neck and behind his ear.  Afterwards, you next stop is his forehead, eyelids, and dimple before settling on his lips for a long moment.  “I love you too, Joonie.  I know.”  

His eyes are soft as he opens his mouth to reply: “You taste like fucking lucky charms.”

[justalittleofmyworld]

Through the lens - Luke Hemmings imagine

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Pairing: Luke x reader

Request: yes! By the lovely @youngblood-5sos : can you do one for Luke where you're a famous youtuber and you're filing a video together?

Here's your thing, lovely. I've had this idea in mind for a while and you reminded me of it. Hope you enjoy it lots!

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"Ok guys, so I'll finish with breakfast and I'll see you in a bit."

You covered the lens with your hand and pressed the button to stop filming. Then you put the camera on the table, ready to finish your toasts and coffee. It was one of your favourite times of the day, getting up and having breakfast while you start filming your vlog and telling your audience how your day was going to be. You've had a YouTube channel for years, even before meeting Luke. However, once you started your relationship, the channel blew up and the subscribers stated rising quickly. Three years after, you've reached the million and a half people following you. Of course, you knew that the majority of them came because of you dating him, but others stayed when they watched your own content, from the lifestyle videos to the book recommendations and talks, your favourite to do. You'd been vlogging for a couple of months now, giving them new content and the opportunity to follow your daily life. Luke didn't use to appear much in your videos, as he spent months away from you, but when he did, you were able to give your audience —and his fans— a different perspective of his life, out from his on tour environment.

"Good morning, beautiful" a raspy voice said in your ear, distracting you from your own thoughts. You turned your head slightly to the side while your boyfriend hid his face in the crook of your neck and left a few light kisses there.

"Good morning, rockstar" you replied with a smile. When he was at home with you mornings were the best. God, you missed him like crazy when he was gone, although you were able to make quick trips to see him on tour, having him there was far better.

"I heard you talking to yourself." he said, and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

"I wasn't talking to myself" you replied and pointed to the camera.

"Good, because I thought you'd become mad" he laughed while he walked to the counter. "Oh, you made coffee," he exclaimed and poured some in a mug. "So, what's the plan for today?" He asked you and you shrugged your shoulders as you sipped from your mug. "What do you think, Piggy?" Petunia was running around his feet and he took her up in his arms. "What do you wanna do today, love?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Although the day wasn't the sunniest, you ended going to the beach and taking Petunia with you. You took a long walk there and played with your baby dog until she tired you up. You filmed some scenes, including some of Luke running and playing with her, throwing her a ball o making her run to catch him, rewarding her every time she did it. It was hilarious but also cute as hell, and even if you didn't include it in your vlog, you'd keep the videos forever for your own entertainment. You spent some time sat on the sand too, wrapped in each other's arms while you watched the ocean in front of you, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Your camera caught some silly moments between you, stupid giggles and a couple of kisses that you doubted you were going to include in the final vlog.

You went to have lunch afterwards and also filmed shortly your dishes so you could include them in the vlog, as well as a fan of you both who recognized you in the restaurant and asked for a photo, spending some minutes chatting with her. You took your camera out and started filming.

"Guys, this lovely girl is Anna" you introduced and the girl waved at the lens with flushed cheeks. "She came to say hi and she's the cutest, I swear"

"Can we adopt her?" Luke said in the background and made you both laugh. You turned the camera to him and his smiley face. "I'm serious, Y/N. Let's adopt Anna. Even Petunia loves her already!" He pointed to your dog and you mimicked his gesture with the camera to see Petunia cuddling at her feet and playing with her shoes. Another laughter invaded you all and you turned the camera off.

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"We decided that we're going to answer some questions" you explained with your eyes fixed on the road. The camera was on the dashboard so it filmed both of you while you were driving back home and Luke was on the seat by your side. "I asked you an hour ago to leave some questions on my instagram, so Luke is gonna read them and we'll try to answer them."

"Okay, first question:" Luke started reading, "Are you addicted to your phones?"

"Luke is, definitely" you answered before he could say anything else. "I mean, I check my social media a few times during the day and I really like twitter at night, but Luke's all day with the freaking phone in his hand."

"That's not true" he complaint.

"It is. Next question." You ordered with a giggle.

"In a scale from 1 to 10, how the other's fashion sense?" He read and started thinking. "Well, it depends on whether she wears those shoes I hate so much," he said and you slapped his arm slightly while he laughed. "I would say... She's an 8 because of those shoes... and a 10 when she's not wearing anything at all."

"Lucas! Children friendly!" You reprimanded with a laughter. "I'd say Luke's a... 9. I'm really into this long hair, open shirts and hands full of rings thing lately."

"Okay, next. What's your favourite thing to do together? Oh that's easy, sex-"

"Luke, please!" You laughed by his side. "That's why I can't do tags with him even though you ask for them" you exclaimed exasperated to the camera. "And answering the question, I would say... going out like today and lots of cuddling." You replied, watching your boyfriend nod in response. "God, we're so cheesy." You added.

"YN, what's your favourite 5SOS song?"

"Hmmm, tough question," you though out loud while the car stopped at a red light. "I have several favourites and they change over time. I would say one from each album, but right now... Maybe Babylon." you answered.

"Just the one in which I don't sing" Luke noted and you started the car again when the light turned green with a giggle. "Ok, this girl here asks about our favourite films..."

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You were sat on the bed the next morning, the sunlight entering through the window as you edited your vlog from the day before. While Luke was running some errands with Calum, Petunia had decided to give you some company, lying next to you in the ruffled sheets. You didn't have to edit a lot, only a few cuts to make it shorter. You only had one more bit to add and you clicked on it to check it. At first you didn't recognise the place in which it was filmed, but a second later, you realised it was your own living room. Luke appeared on the screen and a curious expression crossed your face. You didn't remember him taking the camera at any time during the day.

"Hi" he started talking as he let himself fall onto your couch. "Y/N is already sleeping and I just saw the camera on the table and I thought that I could close the vlog today. Y/N is gonna freak out when she sees this on the editing. Hello," he waved and smiled at the camera. "I just wanted to say that I spent the most amazing day today and that I love sharing some of our lives with you." He continued, and your heart clenched a little. He never complaint about being even more public with your videos than he already was as an artist, he always supported you and your channel, encouraging to upload whatever you wanted. He could have asked you not to show him on camera, but he didn't and you never had thanked him enough for that. "I'm gonna stop talking so I don't wake up anyone. Thanks for all your lovely comments, subscribe if you're new here, follow Y/N on social media and all that stuff. Love you all. Byeeeee" he finished, and covered the lens, just as you used to do.

The smile on your face was so big when you finished watching his unexpected appearance and you were about to close the video player when the lens uncovered and he reappeared. "Hi again, love. This part is only for you." You opened your eyes in surprise, letting a small gasp escape form your mouth. Even Petunia looked at you intrigued. "Just wanted to tell you that I love you to the moon and back and that you make me a better person and my life ten times easier. Thanks for being there even when I'm not literally with you. I guess you can keep this in case you miss me and I'm not able to get your calls because of time difference sucking so... yeah." You could feel the tears pricking at your eyes at this spontaneous gesture, you couldn't believe that something so simple could make you this emotional. You could see his smile and the love in his eyes even when you saw him yawning of tiredness. "I cannot wait to turn this thing off and going to sleep by your side. You're the cutest when you sleep, by the way." You giggled again and wiped the quick tear that had fallen down your cheek. Your chest was going to explode of pure happiness and love. "Thanks for everything. I love you."

"I love you too, Luke" you whispered to the screen, still in awe. Then, you cut that bit of the video and kept it in your hard disc, and finished editing your vlog with the warmest feeling in your heart and the widest smile on your face.