#it was wet and cold and raining and im taking an order out to a truck and the guy is like oh hey can you go to the otherside for em

[moeblob]

[talkbycolor]

the nun and the soldier

A/N; I ACTUALLY DREAMED ABOUT THIS AND THOUGHT LOL WHAT A GOOD IDEA FOR AN OS

Pairing; "[REDACTED]" x AFAB!Reader

CW; cnc? for someone who doesnt know how to put limits the line is very blurry, you will guess / daddy kink but in a priestly way / def religion kink, breeding but im not sure if its just a kink, worship but im not sure who worships who the most / this is more like an au like 1940 battlefield where [REDACTED] is a soldier and MC a nun

The night was like a classic old horror movie scene.

And how not to be scared? Outside the cathedral it was raining heavily, the skies were roaring from the electrical storm and the only lighting was the holy candles, that place was a refuge for the homeless.

After all, many people needed comfort in times of war.

You had decided to stay until midnight, praying to your father to protect the soldiers in battle, that the families would stop going hungry, you held the wooden cross that hung from your chest so tightly, begging for the massacre to stop, the times They brought sadness to the entire nation and God had to save them.

A loud clap of thunder echoed outside the cathedral and the doors were opened, the cold of the night and the wind caused the flame of some candles to go out, so holding the cross tightly to your chest you turned to see who dared to break in. with such violence in the house of God.

"Who's there?" You asked as you walked towards the huge wooden gate.

A man in uniform walked in, soaked from the rain, he looked tired, hungry, hurt, he barely made eye contact with you you felt a chill run through your entire body, not just because of the weather.

"I need food" He was a soldier, you nodded immediately and helped him walk to take a seat on one of the benches while you went to the warehouse for something the man could eat, there was food stored that was going to be donated, or that's what the priest said.

You returned with canned food and some water for the stranger, who snatched your things to eat like a dying dog, water running down his chin and eating haphazardly as he breathed heavily.

"Sir, are you okay? Where is he coming from?" You didn't avoid being curious when asking those questions, although just one cold look from him was enough to make you close your mouth.

…

You only heard him chewing, the man seemed to have had a really bad time and it was no wonder that you could tell from miles away that he was a soldier, and since he came alone, there was a high probability that he was one of the few survivors in the trenches, but you are not going to assume too much.

"Father, please help this poor man to heal his wounds safely, to regain his strength, to protect his life on the battlefield and the lives of our nation -…"

"Stop talking shit" he interrupted you in a vulgar way, causing astonishment on your face, even disgust.

"That is no way to speak before the lord" You scolded him, the black-haired man only laughed hoarsely.

"Bring me clothes, I'm freezing in this" he demanded arrogantly, getting rid of his wet clothes, your kind soul heeded his words, because that's what you were, right? A sweet nun willing to help the needy, love your neighbor as your god ordered.

"Excuse me, I only found the priest's old clothes and I'm not sure they fit him, I hope they can help you" You said as you returned to the bench, he once again snatched the things from your hand.

Yes, he was a rude man.

The minutes passed, the candles continued to melt at the altar, you were praying in front of the golden statue of your lord while the soldier was resting on the benches, grunting at his wounds and trying to stay warm.

"Hey, nun, since you won't shut up come here, I think I know how you could keep that mouth busy" The man suggested with a cheeky smile, it was unheard of how he could say such things in the lord's house.

"Hey! That's enough of-…"

"It wasn't a question, come here or I'll come for you" his voice was sharp, and with no intention of continuing to listen to you, seeing how you froze in surprise he grumbled and took the trouble to walk towards you.

Right in front of the golden statue of your god, he subdued you to the ground and lifted your robe to reveal your underwear, that man was shameless because he simply buried his face between your asscheeks to inhale deeply.

"HEY! HEY" WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" You begged him, confusion and disgust replaced with terror, but… he was a soldier, a man willing to sacrifice his life for his nation.

"Please, honey, aren't you supposed to be a helpful sweetheart? You promised to help me stay warm, and this is my last dinner before I die?" He murmured on your back, riding you without a word, his hands had already pulled down your underwear while you were busy in your thoughts.

"Oh my god, this can't be happening, I'm supposed to stay pure" You whimpered as you covered your face, too embarrassed by the situation but not trying to push the man away.

He was an angel sent by god to save the country, it would be so rude to reject any order he gave.

He ground his hips against yours in a messy manner, he hadn't even prepared you well when your pussy was already engulfing his cock.

"Wow, you're so tight, so it's true that nuns are virgins, right? I feel so lucky to be the one to take your chastity, dear." His voice was teasing in your ear as you squeezed your eyes shut to endure the sudden intrusion, you were Pretty sure you would bleed.

No one would pass by the cathedral at that time of night, much less in a storm, the clicking of both skins echoed in the enormous building, right in the eyes of your lord.

"P-please forgive me Father for I have sinned, forgive me so much" A hand grabbed your jaw to silence you.

"You better ask thanks to the Lord because you will soon have a son, I will take care of filling this pretty pussy of yours to the brim, okay, angel?" He mocked your prayers but the seriousness in his voice was immaculate, he really wanted to impregnate your womb with his seed.

Your legs were shaking as you tried to stay in the doggy position, the soldier was selfish, penetrating your wet cunt for the sole purpose of having his release and getting you pregnant.

"S-sir please slow down, I feel like you're going to break me" You begged, snot slipping out of your nose as well as tears at how disastrous the situation was, the problem wasn't that the man was using you, because he was part of the brave army that risked his life, it is logical that you want to help.

"... We shouldn't be doing this in the Father's house." Sob quietly, your body reacted so well to his touch and it was inevitable not to moan, causing echoes in the cathedral.

"No, no, angel, call me father, you don't want your lord to hear you acting like a slut in his holy home." His calloused hands squeezed your hips and he pulled you like a wolf would its prey towards its nest.

"My god, angel, you feel so good, I'm melting between your walls, I want to spill all my essence inside you, you're being so good for me, I promise you it will feel better" He whispered lovingly despite the furious thrusts. that you received. "Don't worry, this is what your god wants, right? Demigods are worshiped with flowers, real gods need blood." His tone felt so somber, his hand traveled to your crotch to caress, collecting said blood, your blood.

So if he died on the battlefield, he would at least have left his inheritance in the world and he wouldn't be completely forgotten, right? His greedy hands ran over every inch of your skin under your tunic, squeezing the flesh, he too seemed inexperienced too, moaning and letting out incoherencies as he ground his groin against you, saliva running down his jaw as he moaned like a dog, panting, his eyes rolling back, sharper sounds until you both trembled violently.

Just as he said, you were dripping, as soon as a mirror cascade came out of you and warm semen was present from your pussy, his member was already a little more flaccid as he observed such a work of art in front of him.

He didn't want to die, he wanted this stupid war to end so he could get this nun pregnant and raise a child together.

"It's okay, you'll be okay" he murmured one last time as he clung to you, taking you into his arms with a blank look, but his words weren't.

He promised that when all that was over he would return to you to take care of you and the baby, that was what he wanted most, a life without daily blood, peace.

It's a shame that the promise would never be fulfilled.

♡

[swanlakebaby]

— car sex vol. 2 | pjm

prompt: car sex w/ jimin (again)

⸝⸝ pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: bj, car sex, bf jimin, accidental creampies, soft kisses, smut

⸝⸝ word count: 1.7k

⸝⸝ note: i didn’t mean to be gone for literally so long wtf 😭 but im back now! i’m going to be working on the requests people sent me :) but feel free to send more if you have ideas! i wanted to get this done before answering requests since i’ve been gone for almost 2 weeks now.

i’m still getting adjusted to posting my writings so i still feel hesitant to be extremely nsfw on here but a lot of the requests are really good so in my next ffs i’ll start adding dialogue during smut scenes! i hope u enjoyed this one though 🙂

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

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tiny raindrops tap against the window of the car as it rains outside. jimin hums in boredom , his fingers hitting against the driving wheel , following the rhythm of his hums. you sit in the passenger seat , staring out of the window. the city lights are blurred by the raindrops , but you continue to stare out anyway. your jeans felt sticky against your skin as they were soaked with rain water. just a few minutes prior did you have to hurry and run to the car in order to avoid getting soaked even more.

you and jimin were on the way to meet up with your other friends a few cities over. the road trip was a drag , and felt like it would go on forever. unexpectedly , jimin places a cold hand on your thigh , making you shiver. he notices and takes his hand off , looking at you for a split second and giving you a soft reassuring smile.

you weren’t sure that you’d want to attend this get together with your friends. but after much consideration and begging from jimin , you eventually gave in. he was always trying to get you out of your comfort zone , which was one of the things you liked about him. you truly believed that had you not met him , you’d probably be locked in your apartment and bored out of your mind.

the cold AC air hits against your soaked jeans , making you even more cold now. you shut off the AC and begin slipping off your pants. jimin looks over with a confused expression on his face. “that gas station stop got my pants wet. can you reach the bag from the seat behind you?” you ask him. he comes to a stop at a red light and turns his body around to attempt to reach the bag. he grabs its handles with his fingers , but the bag slips through and falls onto the ground. “goddamnit” he says , turning back around. “i’ll pull over.”

when the light turns green , he pulls over to a nearby street , putting the car in park. you get out of the car and walk to the other side where jimin sat , looking in the side mirrors and watching you. you open the door and bend over into the car , reaching for the bag. you quickly rummage through it for a pair of dry shorts , when you hear jimin get out of the car and close the door.

you feel a loud smack against your butt and giggle. “get back in the car , you’ll get wet!” you tell him , throwing the shorts into your seat. “hand me a towel then.” jimin says. “you got out of the car for that?” you shake your head , grabbing a towel and tossing it to him. he hops back into the car and you do the same. you also slide off your panties as they’re now soaked too and put on the shorts. “stop getting undressed in front of me.” jimin says , patting your thighs.

“are you twelve? seeing a girl naked scares you? afraid you’ll get cooties?” you say , throwing your head back in laughter. “that’s not why.” jimin says grinning. you roll your eyes , knowing what he’s implying. “how about you just focus on getting us to mirages house.” you point ahead at the road. “what’re you going to do?” jimin says suggestively. “me? im going to stare out of the window and listen to my podcast.” you wave your phone by the side of his face , reclining your seat.

“sometimes i wonder how someone can be as dorky as you.” he says. you furrow your eyebrow. “you shouldn’t be talking.” “i’m not dorky.” jimin protests. “right.” you scoff. he looks over at you. “what does that mean?”

you turn to face him , “you literally giggle like a school girl compliments you. plus , don’t you remember how red you’d get when i’d kiss you when we first got together? you’re a dork. i rest my case.” you turn on your phone. “i’m not , i’m just charming.”

you look at him , playfully disgusted. “even you know that’s a lie.” “what?!” he reaches over tickling you between your thighs. you feel ticklish and begin to laugh. “i take it back! you’re so annoying!” you grab onto his wrist. “thank you.” he grins mischievously , not taking his eyes off of the road.

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about an hour later , you feel drowsy and wanted nothing more than to take a quick nap. as you’re almost asleep , you feel the car stop. jimin puts the car in park and reclines the seat. he sees you open your eyes. “i’m taking a quick eye break. we’ll be back on the road in like 15 minutes.” he says reassuringly.

you nod , closing your eyes once again. suddenly , he whispers your name. “hm?” you say tiredly. “i’ve been holding it all day.”

you laugh. “we’re parked , there’s trees all around us. you do the math.” “i don’t have to pee.” you quickly realize what he means and look down at his pants. the car is dark , but you can tell he’s hard. you almost want to laugh at the sudden shift of energy. you stretch rubbing your eyes and rubbing his thigh. “you’re unbelievable.” you say. “i’m not saying you have to do anything.” he says , becoming embarrassed.

you smile , noticing his embarrassment. you begin to rub his pants , watching as he tenses up. he slowly pulls down his pants and boxers , his hard cock springing up. you take off the shorts you had just put on and somehow climb into the drivers seat. an accidental honk goes off , causing you both to laugh quietly. you stuff your face into his neck , adjusting yourself into him. he holds onto your hips as you slowly slide down on his cock.

the rain seems more violent now , as cars swish past the car at a high speed , unaware of what you were doing in the car. you sit still for a moment , afraid of moving. you hold jimin close to you , kissing his neck softly. he wraps himself around you , slowly rubbing your back from underneath your shirt. you didn’t really have sexual inter course as often until you got with jimin , and your body was still getting used to it.

jimin slowly grinds you on him , taking things slow. you follow his motion , sitting up and resting your elbow on the driving wheel. jimin grazes your stomach with his hands. you feel uncomfortable , not liking the awkward position. jimin taps your sides , motioning for you to get up. you crawl back into the passenger seat , moving your hair out of your face. you get on the seat , propping yourself up with your knees before bending forward. you grab his cock and stuff it into your mouth.

he softly exhales and places his cold hand on the back of your neck. your head bobs up and down as you suck him off. this part of him feels warm compared to the rest of his body. jimin reaches over and rubs your butt softly , before giving it a harsh smack. you jolt forward at the sudden sting and he does it again and again until he’s satisfied. he grabs onto your neck and takes his cock out of your mouth.

you begin to pump him and his chest becomes heavier as his breathes become deeper and huskier. he slightly bends over , kissing the top of your head as you look at him lovingly. he grabs onto your wrist and reclines the seat even further , patting his thigh.

you crawl back into his lap once again. this time , he easily slides into you. he lifts his legs up , beginning to fuck you , holding onto your body. you take off your shirt and toss it aside , revealing your breasts. your nipples are hard and cold. jimin grabs onto your left breast , licking it in circular motions , not slowing down.

your eyes are half lidded , enjoying the feeling of being fucked. you grab onto the head rest behind jimin’s head as you use it to fuck your self onto jimin. he stops , letting you take control. he holds onto the bottoms of your thighs , moaning and cursing under his breath. you beg him to go faster , not wanting him to stop.

sticky sounds can be heard beneath you as your cream begins to coat his cock. he looks up at you , pleasure in his eyes. he holds onto you , stopping for a moment in fear of accidentally cumming inside of you. you smile , wrapping your arms around his neck and slowly grinding on him , rotating your hips. this motion makes him curse as he digs his nails into your hips. you grab his wrist , the pain of his nails in your skin gives you a burning feeling.

without warning , jimin lets out a load moan , his eyes fluttering open as his body goes still. you giggle , feeling as he fills you up. he curses , running his hand through his hair , out of breath. he grabs into your butt , lifting you up and sliding out of you carefully. you hold onto his neck , hovered above his lap , as you feel his cum slide out of you.

you get back into the passenger seat , naked and out of breath. jimin pulls up his pants and starts the car back up , ignoring the cum on the seat. his breath is heavy and his face shows a tired expression. you sit back on the seat , not moving to put your clothes back on. you slowly rub on your stomach , your legs closed tightly , looking out of the window at the darkness and rainy night.

written by swanlakebaby™

[yoonzinuhh]

what kinda future ?

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : seungcheol x reader

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff,romance,angst,possible reincarnation

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : mentions of death

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : for entertainment purposes only. might sound so dramatic and rushy but i rlly love this tbh. and yeah it’ll just have 2 parts ! thanks @asyre !!

the first time when he saw you,the girl of his dreams. girl of his dreams as in literally. his dreams always had the same pattern.

him as a knight climbing up the balcony to meet the princess,the love of his life. her voice and laughs were like a melody to him,her eyes that spoke million words,her smile that gave him assurance.

the second time he saw the girl of his dreams. she had her hair tied up,some of them falling onto her eyes,as she ran behind a balloon that was flying towards him. but he couldn’t care about the red flying whatever. his eyes were on her,just her.

she sees the balloon fly towards someone tall,hoping he’d catch. he smiled and let it pass. she gives him the weirdest look before running towards it.

for a second seungcheol thought his world stopped but was interrupted by her disgusted look. he chased her,the balloon,her steps and finally held the string,smiling. and her clumsy self tripped onto him. cliche but god he swear he hears something romantic playing behind as he held her,eye contacts being passed,like the whole world paused,again.

but his dreams always had a pattern. he would fall in love. fall in love so bad that he was ready to give his life away for you,his love. so would she, but the only difference was she does as she said. you always gave up your life for him. not once,not twice. but in every single dream of his,always without showing your face but a small mark on the right side of the shoulder. thats all he sees in his dreams.

seungcheol never believed in second life or reincarnation. he never believed in soulmates either in contradiction to his dreams.

it was another weekend where he is on the other side of the counter,putting up a fake smile for his side savings,to take care of himself. with rain being harsh the shop was more crowded.

cliche again. the door opened with the sound of the bell ringing,cold breeze hitting his face,drops of water on the glass as he looked at the direction of bells. he swore time stopped.

the prettiest girl he has ever seen,your hair little messy and wet from the rain,little shivers over your shoulder as you came upto the counter. hands hugging yourself you look through the menu board biting your lower lip trying to decide on something hot to drink.

“hi..can i get the hot cocoa andd..” you eye the bakery counter and give out a sigh.

and stupid seungcheol did not hear a word. his whole attention was on you. your hair,your lips trembling and little droplets on your nose. he snapped when you wave a hand at him with a confused look.

“um..do i have to repeat my order ?”

oh god. is he in love. he is in love. he is.

you sit in the corner of the cafe,sadly looking through the window while sipping your cocoa. the rain doesn’t seem to be kind to you. sighing you get up walking towards the door until a voice,little too familiar but you don’t know who it is from.

“hey ! here..you can carry this..” the clueless handsome guy from the counter handed over his umbrella to you.

“no..thats fine i can manage thank-“

“i insist. and i have hours more for my shift it’ll stop by then.”

and something doesn’t make you deny.

his eyes were fixated towards the door. maybe you’d come in to give him his umbrella. maybe he could shoot his shot. maybe he could- oh god..there she is.

walking in you smile at him. everything feels slo-mo to him. with romantic song playing behind. just like his dreams.

“hey ! thank you so much..uh..”

“seungcheol..you can call me cheol” with a stupid smile.

“thanks seungcheol. oh and im y/n” you giggle out.

y/n. such a pretty name. he thinks.

“two minutes. it’s on the house” he rushes as if it was most expensive order he has ever taken.

“no no seun- cheol.” his heart skipped a beat.

“you’ve already done enough yesterday. if at all anything it should be me who should be getting you something” you laugh.

“lets do it” oh. he cant believe he just said that. to be honest he’s little too proud of shooting his shot.

the day ends with him dropping you off at the bus stand,too many stories and laughs. he is giggling and kicking his feet off at bed thinking about you. and it goes on for almost a month and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t fall more and more for you.

and right when he thinks about having a peaceful sleep it returns. tears streaming all over his face as he screams into a void. a image of his lover trying to smile a goodbye as the beeps of the little screen next to her ends. he begs,cries,asking you to stay but just like the other dreams of his,you choose not to.

at first cheol thinks of it as a nightmare. once twice nothing scared him. but everyday ended up the same. him falling in love. him being in love. him losing his love. the pattern was always the same. it was too real and often for it to be just a nightmare. but honestly he cant take it anymore. waking up with a bead sweat slipping down his neck he looks at the clock. 4:02am. the same as every other day. and something in him always asks him to get flowers every time he gets the dream of her passing. for some reason,the daisies.

his usual go to shop is closed so he just walks where his phone takes him to.

‘must be here’ he mutters to himself.

“good afternoon sir how may i help yo- cheol !?” your eyes widen then softens.

“you work here !?”

“uh yeah..not too long ago..” you smile. “soo how may i help you?”

“i’m just..looking for some flowers..”

“oh really ? i thought you were here for laptops” you say high pitched earning a laugh from him and you.

“well..do you have daises?”

“daises ? my favourites” you smile. “just a minute”

billing it for him “it’s in the house” you wink.

“oh come on y/n-“

“i insist ?” you laugh mocking his tone something’s on up your head.

“do you know..daisies mean new beginnings ?”

“really ? i just..”

“thats why i really love daisies. it’s like..” you stare at the flowers and he stares at you. a few seconds go silent.

“anyways..are these for..someone?” you eye at him. hoping for a no. god you don’t even know why but you just want it to be the answer.

“uh yeah” he scratches the back of his head. wow.

“see you later ?” you nod a smile.

running back home from work he sets the flowers onto the little water jar on his desk. he just stares at them. for a minute,or minutes. and something in him tells him to run. run to her. and he does.

running to the flower shop he sees you with your bright smile getting out while waving at the old woman inside.

“y/n ! y/n wait !” you turn around to see breathless cheol resting his palm on his knees while the other had his little flowers from earlier,little dull still beautiful.

“cheol- whats wrong is everything alright ?”

he shakes his head into a no. still breathless he hands over the flowers to you. “for you” he says trying to catch his breath.

“me ?..why-“

“y/n look..i’m..i just want to be straight forward..oh my god what am i..just hear me out for a second okay..?” he says taking your hand in his.

“okay..” you whisper.

“look..i know its so sudden but god..i like you..ever since you walked through the door. felt like my whole world..just stopped..it sounds cheesy but yeah..i really like you..i’d..i’d like to..like you ?”

“woa- damn yes that really did sound cheesy” you chuckle looking down. but inside you felt everything heat up. the handsome guy from cafe just asked you out..or the only friend you made who you might have a little crush on just asked you out..wow.

breathing out he tries to find your eyes “so..?”

“so ?”

looking up at him for several seconds you tip toe to peck him on his cheek.

“bye then ! ” you laugh as you rush away.

my god. thats all cheol could think you. his big ass grin,he bets you saw those tomatoes on his cheeks. he was down bad for you.

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dating cheol was pretty simple. you both made sure to meet almost every day with him dropping you home or take you out for a coffee. and friday evenings meant a movie and cuddle at one of your places. it was peaceful. it was loving.

and just like another day there were you trying to make a meal without burning the kitchen down while cheol is just walking behind you like a puppy.

“no way he did that !?” he exclaimed at another story of yours tonight. that’s what you loved about him the most. growing up you never had attention which made you a reserved person but he was always ears. always ready to listen to everything you say out. blabbers rants worries..everything.

gently pacing away the hair that fell on your face “let me tie it up” he smiled while tying your hair with your band that’s always on his wrist just in case you needed it.

hugging you from behind he places his chin onto your shoulder and places a peck. at the very moment his eyes widen. his eyes widen at the mark on your shoulder. the one that always haunted him.

“y-y/n..how did you get this mark..”

“uh i dont know but i remember my mom saying it was a birth mark ? pretty unique right” you tilt your head back to get a glimpse then peck his lips.

the whole night during the movie seungcheol was unusually silent. all he could think about was the mark. it could be a coincidence right ? the stupid dreams he had could be just dreams right ? it should be..right ?

tags : @aaniag

[spkyspc]

drizzle

for once in my life, i finally asked him out. it's quite a ride really, we had our ups and downs but for once, its official. well, not yet at least, but a date is a start to it; that being a few minutes later so. all i could do as of now is just wait. he's always been a little shy in the brinks of our eyes meeting, but i hope today changes that thought of his - it just has to. a change in our ever-so-cycling routine of constant interactions, it's about time.

it's 8pm and drizzle began to drip down as the night sky shuts its starry gaze with a camouflaging haze. at that point, i was already near arriving the supposed place of where everything should unfold. its a pity really; i didn't bring an umbrella and what else a ruiner it is that an outfit meant to please the eye be ruined by smudges of small drops and stops.

as i stepped out of the cab i ordered; giving the payment for my ride, i felt this uneasy feeling of warmth and shiver - two sets of emotion polar opposite to eachother yet are intertwined at this moment on. expecting the light from the cafe shine onto the car instead blocked by a shadow. with instinct, i turn around to not be surprised by the gentleman who we offered dinner to.

i say so as i know it's one of his attempts to persuade, but let me remind you it isn't yet the main event

"can't stay wet yet, you know," he says. "save that thought for after-dinner at least". silence fills the room until he breaks into laughter while taking back his words into a joke.

i love that about him

we've been friends for quite some time, hearing stuff like this is normal - though an occasion as this? i can't help but think different of it

as we escort ourselves to the entrance of the cafe, we ask whether seats are available; no, says the receptionist. "wait, I thought you did the reservations," i say. "but you asked me out???," reply he.

as our eyes lock during a stressful exchange, a conclusion was set that a change of plans had to be made. we apologised immediately to the receptionist and bid our fairwell amidst the rain.

so, what now?

the rain is beginning to catch on into a more intense weather; leaving us two in the rain beneath a singular umbrella. drips, tacks and taps could be heard from the umbrella; the cold breeze finishes as the cherry on top, but what stops me from thinking of those struggles is just being beside him.

he's warm, so very warm. i could listen to his heavy breathing despite the loud shudders of the surroundings - you could say it's alarming. from this on, all i wanted to do was just get closer to him. feel all the more warmer, i want him to be my blanket or at least just a hug is enough.

i couldnt help but get lost in thought until he began to speak his mind - "you know, we should really find something to do before things get worse, maybe find cover or at least the nearest restaurant? it doesnt need to be fancy."

"you hungry?" i ask

"not really," he answered, then in a panic: "but let's not waste any more time, we gotta find someplace before it all goes away"

"right," i say. i take my phone out and start loo-

all of sudden, my hand was dragged - we're both running now. phone still being held; the umbrella was shut closed and whats left is just us two sprinting through the rain ontop of the city pavement.

he's laughing, and i can't help but chuckle a bit as well. his hand wrapped around my wrist, all i could focus of now is just the sight of him and me running through the streets. the city lights shunning our eyes uniformly as we pass through them one by one.

as we ran, i asked while out of breath "where are we going?"

"no idea!!!!" he replied with a burst of ecstasy.

editor's note: sooo uhhhh this is my first ever post and one shot, if there's anything that u guys think i should write or maybe if u wanna share ur thoughts, feel free to say anything! also, im a bit new to tumblr so pls do share on what i should do and most importantly, hope u enjoyed this one shot :D

[crystalsnow95z]

a masterlist. a very bad one at that.

I didn’t realize how many things I’ve created, so I’m going to try to give them some sort of organization. I hope this helps you find my writings. It's more of a click and discover type list with vague descriptions.

If you want to help add more to this list, then just ask. I'm very active on here. I will write any sick/whump/comfort fic but i do not do romance with the boys and am not into mpreg writings. Actually, romantic stories aren't really much my style, but I'm able to write them. I guess it depends on my mood if I'll do it.

I'm sorry I don't do requests in order they are received. I do them when inspiration comes. Lately, I've been in a depressed state so I'm not writing as quick as I usually do.

Namjoon sic fic

Namjoon pushes harder than his body can handle, leaving him stress sick, No matter how hard he tries to hide how he feels his body has other plans. 

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/713279136921223168/sickie-namjoon-caretaker-ot7-warning-vomit

Namjoon finds himself suffering from a bad bout of food poisoning in the middle of an award show, but Namjoon is too stubborn to sit this one out even though he really should..

J-hope finds Namjoon sick in his studio and takes him home to take care of him. Has two parts one

and two

A ridiculously long story I made about feverish Namjoon with a stomach bug

Namjoon wanted a relaxing evening with his family after a long schedule.. but his stomach has other plans his family bonding ending up in the bathroom caring for him

Crash diet Joon who ends up fainting...

Namjoon injured during award show

Jungkook sic fic

Jungkook throwing up at the airport with Jin caring for him

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/713810369832943616/a-request-i-was-given-i-wanted-to-try-something?source=share

My only y/n(girl) type story I wrote. Jungkook takes Bam out for a walk, getting caught in the rain, returning home soaking wet. guess who got sick?

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/714190329223479296/time-for-another-sick-fic-this-time-jin-is

jungkook finds himself with a bad cold during a trip. Jin wants to stay to care for him instead of enjoying the trip, but Jungkook won’t have it. This is a part 1. part two continues with:

 Taehyung sic fic

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/715457159704477696/technically-a-continuation-of-another-story-but?source=share

Taehyung hides his sickness to go out with the other members to a festival, hiding it because they already had one sick member at home. When the festival ends he ends up getting separated from the others…

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/716797585415864320/hobi-was-watching-taehyungs-return-from-mexico?source=share

Taehyung has just returned from Mexico from his overseas shoot of Jinnys kitchen. J-hope is concerned when he sees him at the airport, knowing his members well enough to know something was wrong.

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/711733029447647232/a-letter-from-armyteahyung-sickie?source=share

my first sick fic i wrote with Namjoon trying to awkwardly take care of a very sick Tae. continues with:

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/723875805806149632/httpswwwtumblrcomcrystalsnow95z7117330294476?source=share

this one is not a sick fic but a comfort fic full of Taehyung’s anxiety and the other members trying to comfort the crying vocalist. He just held in so much that it overflowed

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/712655480684707840/just-a-quick-write-because-im-feeling-really-low?source=share

What he thought was just allergies turns out to be the sneezesist cold of his life leaving him miserably stuffed up, but worry. Jinnie hyung is here for him

Not my usual writing style, so please keep that in mind. Taehyung has a scary encounter with a crazed 'fan' when he leaves home to get medicine for his cold leaving him terrified, contacting the golden mankae who's often up at 2am. Jungkook tries his best to care for his ailing hyung

An annon request on a more touchy subject. Dieting/malnutrition. Taehyung double booked himself to hang out with Jimin and to do a photoshoot. Jimin tags along with him and notices Taehyung isn't looking so good.. vomit included in story.

Just a car sick Tae.

Nothing but a feverish Tae being cared for by his hyungs

Taehyung unable to control his cough.. Yoongis worry only making things worse..

Yoongi sick fic

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/714522495215075328/ill-be-back-soon-just-went-to-the-store?source=share

Yoongi has never felt so awful in his life, the flu leaving him unable to even sit up on his own. Taehyung finds him tries to nurse the clingy rapper back to health.

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/713549466344521728/i-want-sope-sicfic-yoongi-has-gotten-sick-but?source=share

a very short sick yoongi story of Yoongi getting stress sick J-hope catching him trying to hide his sick..but ends up comforting him as he vomits.

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/722738369596162048/may-i-request-a-carsick-yoongi-i-love-your-fics?source=share

a very carsick yoongi is taken care of my Namjoon, holding him tight as he vomits, Taehyung taking over after. youre better off clicking the links. sorry.

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/724117853715972096/drabble-written-within-two-hours-just-because?source=share

Yoongi finds himself with a bad cold right in the middle of a tour, but doesn't want to give into it. It leaves him with a bad cough and headache that leaves him weak and dizzy. Can he push through?

Honestly, I don't know how I'd describe this, it's a car accident that messes with Yoongi emotionally, pushing his body to it's limits by filling him with bad dreams. A dash of Car sick vom*t.. mostly just a scared kitty.. part 2 below

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/726502269896556544/trigger-warning-car-accident-hospital-stay-and?source=share

Emeto Yoongi with Jin and Hobi as caregivers

J-hope fics

J-hope is terrified of haunted houses..

okay it’s not a sick fic it’s a comfort fic this time. J-hope got injured during practice, finding himself unable to walk. Yoongi notices that J-hope didn’t show up for practice and goes to check on him.

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/716444862533206017/if-you-made-it-to-the-end-thank-you-very-much?source=share

J-hope loses his voice during a concert. A performers worst nightmare..

Stuck sneezes J-hope..

Wheezing cough J-hope

Hobi with a persistent cough and fever, trying to push through a concert he just can't get through...

Hobi tries to push through a concert despite a cough he just keeps getting worse..

Jimin sic fics

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/712263743800819712/a-request-from-a-friend-of-mine-prompt-jimin-has?source=share

Jimin woke up not feeling well at all, canceling his plans to play games with Taehyung to try to sleep it off. What he didn’t expect was Taehyung to knock on his door, coming to nurse him back to health.

Jimin had a little accident while riding horses with the other members, leaving him with a nearly unbearably sore rib cage and an open window in the middle of the night adds a cold to the mix. Snzy fic

Another sneezey Jimin request. That's it

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/725450939656470528/request-on-the-way-to-dance-practice-jimin-gets?source=share

This, ah..This one's more of a psyche story where Jimin gets taken, beaten and emotionally abused. The other members are there to pick him back up. This here is part 2.

Jimin tries to push through run bts, but his body has other plans.. snz cold.

Jimin visits Yoongi to work on a song, but Yoongi forgets his cat is there, setting off his dongsaeng's allergies to cats

Request for a sneezy Jimin at a fanmeet

Jimin having a bad cold during a UN performance

Jimin and Hobi doing a live together after a concert, but Jiminie is super sneezy

Taekook sic fic

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/713279128247435265/another-sic-fic-just-because-i-love-writing-got?source=share

Taehyung wakes up from a bad dream, feeling sick with a cold and scared but when he goes to Jimin for cuddles, Jimin wasn’t in his room, he was busy taking care of another ailing member. Jungkook. 

Taejoon sic fic

Taehyung and Namjoon get sick after a night walk, but still try to push through the run bts episode the next morning. Tw: emeto towards the end. Halloween themed

2seok sic fic

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/715049999286878208/a-quick-write-that-turned-longer-than-i-expected?source=share

the boys are on a trip and go hiking, but unknown to them, the meal they had gave two members food poisoning leaving them vomitting all the way down the mountian. Tw: the only story I have that has SCAT

jin sick fic

a writing prompt i saw that really inspired me by  @btshurtcomfortprompts  it hardly follows it in the beginning, but I still love it.

https://www.tumblr.com/crystalsnow95z/723601046817177600/its-time-to-write-some-long-drabble-without-any?source=share

A sneeze fic where Jin thinks he might be allergic to Yeotan..

Jin thought he was only motionsick from the flight, but ends up throwing up once more...

Taekookhope

Probably the only one that'll ever be in this category unless someone requests it.

An emeto story I wrote just for my own pleasure that I'm sharing with you ;)

Misc ot4-7 with sick

It started as a request for mentally tired Jimin, but Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung ended up with cold symptoms and everyone is mentally exhausted in different levels..

[moony-ghoul]

some angst with ant and rain,, mean cold rain saying something that hits ant a little too hard and sends him spiraling :( maybe misdirected anger or maybe ant fucked up !

i was thinking about this exact situation yesterday but in a more nsfw context

(transmasc rain, mean rain goes too far)

ant was in a push and pull. they feel like they’re floating only to be violently dragged back down to earth with every agonising grind on their dick

their hands tied up behind their head keeping them trapped, connected to the headboard

they’ve already cum once, but that could have been hours ago, they’ve lost sense of time. the only tether to reality they have is where rain is touching them. his fingers digging into their waist, their dick buried in his wet cunt, the slow movement of their hips threatening to push them over the edge

“rain- rain- please i’m so- i’m gonn- fuck”

rain stops moving and glares down at them, “have some self control, darling.” he leans back, digging his claws into ants thighs for leverage and starts riding him in earnest

“you don’t get to cum until i do”

the change in angle is too much for ant. the clear view of themself sliding in and out of the water ghoul, his soft tits bouncing with each movement and the sounds fuck the light moans coming from rain mixed with slick soaked skin hitting each other

it’s all so much

it’s too much

ant tries to warn rain but it’s mumbled with the sobs racking through their chest as they cum

their relief is quickly ruined by the panic building within them

rain stopped moving, they don’t know when, their eyes are tightly squeezed shut

“imsorryimsirryimsorryimsorry”

tears flow strongly down their face despite how tightly their eyes are shut. another sob rips through them as they feel rain get off them and the bed. they can’t hear his movements over the sound of their own crying

“worthless”

the word feel like getting torn open with a knife

“i-im not i-i-i tried to-“

“worthless slut with a useless dick”

ant doesn’t even know where in the room rain is standing, his voice seems to echo inside their brain

their apologies fall out of their mouth on repeat but they don’t hear it. they try to curl in on themself, rope burning their wrists as they turn to their side

pain sparks in their shoulders as they struggle to free themself. did rain do this on purpose? tie them in such a way that they can’t free themself? or maybe they really are so useless that they just can’t figure it out

they can’t breathe

their skin is too tight

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

something snaps above them and they suddenly have free movement over their arms again

finally they open their eyes. blurry through the tears rain kneels next to them on the bed, one hand holding rope shears and the other rubbing small circles into ants hip. nothing but love and concern covers his face, all the bite from moments ago gone

“can you talk to me, bug?”

ant shakes their head softly, still shaken by the sudden turn of the scene

“that’s alright, love. i’m going to hold your hands, okay?”

rain takes the ghouls hands in theirs, removing the access rope from their wrists and rubbing smoothly over the angry red marks left behind

“i took things too far without checking in on you first and you got hurt and words can’t describe how sorry i am. you’re incredible, you did such a good job for me and you really tried hard, i know. you have nothing to apologise for.”

a fresh round of tears start to fall on ants cheeks, quickly wiped away by rain

“how about we go have a shower and i’ll order us some food? you can stay here tonight, we’ll watch a movie or something. how’s that sound?”

ant smiles softly, “good” their voice is still weak, but there nonetheless

rain kisses their hairline softly

“i love you. i love you so much, my lil love bug”

[ratherbefangirling]

Hi could I request some fluffy fluff of jungkook getting sick with a bad cold in the rain because he was playing with bam and girl y/n caring for him or you can make it Ot7 and his brothers find out he is sick and care for him . Just fluffy and comfort im sad these days need some peace . Please 🥺🙏🙏

Turquoise Days

Pairing: Jungkook x reader. Platonic ot7. 💜

Genre: Sickfic , Fluff.

Jungkook had decided he was going to make the most of his holidays. It was all very clear to him.

Go boxing. Eat. Play with bam. Call you before he slept. Make plans to hangout. Somewhere OUTSIDE your houses. Spend the day with you and bam. Sleep. Play video games. Make sure not to miss dinner with his hyungs.

It sounded perfect in his head. And it would be. He would make sure of it.

Despite his grand plans of boxing and eating till he was full full. He slept dead to the world. Body tired with his previous productive work week. He even had abs and as much as he didn't want to loose them. He really wanted to enjoy spending time with you without you having to feel bad for how much you were eating (you were always concerned about him eating less or when he was dieting unlike Taehyungie hyung who would make Jungkook feed him.. but Jungkook would get his revenge!! For sure.)

So when he woke up he made himself Ramen, adding egg. Eating less for long periods left him with less appetite but he was sure it needed a single pack of ramen to change that luckily or unluckily. He stirred the noodles while making plans for tomorrow or later today when normal people woke up. He sent you a text. and some memes in the groupchat to which Jimin responded and then without seeing a reply he turned his phone to silent. To enjoy his ramen in peace, finishing it off with rice.

Bam followed him like the cute loyal pup that he is. So Jungkook decided it would be a good idea to play with him until it was time to send Bam to the house which a now trained Bam listened very well. And so feeling a little bloated but very nice. Jungkook decided to sleep some more.

Bam's barking woke him up. More like excited whelps. He opened his eyes returning to the conscious world splayed stomach faced on his bed. He must have changed positions while sleeping. He checked the time. It was already ten in the morning.

"Y/n." He called out.

And there you were standing at the door of his bedroom dressed cute but casual smiling the most beautiful smile.

Bam followed trying to capture your attention. His leash in hand. You take it and pat and rub him.

"Who's my good boy? My very good boy.. yes it's Bamie." You talk to the overgrown puppy.

Jungkook comes behind you and hugs you.

"But I'm your best boy... right?" You laugh at his words and ruffle his hair.

"Yes. Now get ready."

Jungkook nods and leaves to shower.

When he comes out you've made him some breakfast which the two of you eat together. With you telling him about how you've been when he's been busy. It's nice and makes Jungkook almost want to cancel going out. Watching Netflix all day cuddled on the couch is a promising prospect but he can see how excited you are for going out and so will Bam be. So he ties his stomper boots and then makes sure to open the door as you sit in his car. He orders takeaway from your favourite restaurant and then takes you to the Beach.

In the car ride the two of you fight over radio channels. He tells you he got licence for driving motorbikes. Which you giggle at. And he feels his heart flutter.

And the one thing the both of you forget is to check the weather.

"I'm the Jeon Jungkook. A little rain won't make me sick." Jungkook had proclaimed(famous last words). As he had dragged you to dance in the rain. And you the utter fool you were for him had followed abandoning all rational thought.

Sadly the bacteria didn't care who they were infecting. So because you couldn't dry yourself and had to drive back to Jungkook's in your soaking wet attire. It was no surprise the two of you caught a cold.

At first it was only you who kept sneezing. You had to end your day with Jungkook short so that you didn't pass on the cold and you had to go home the next day because it was your dad's birthday.

On the train ride back home you learnt that he too 'felt a little chilly' but it was nothing serious.

While you would have told him to go to the doctor you really couldn't think pass your headache. So you told him to take care. Snuggled into the bunny (a courting gift Jungkook had gotten you on your 5th date) and said goodbye. You know he was going to see his members. You trusted them to make him see reason if needed.

Jungkook was determined to clean his house. He had taken it seriously upon himself to make himself a proper adult. So he started sorting his things. And the dust was no joke. Halfway through his task. He was sneezing uncontrollably. Thus he abandoned the task.

Choosing instead to hydrate himself. He opened his phone. To check the messages.

Feeling a bit warm. Jungkook decides to sit in the balcony. Enjoy some fresh air. Bam follows him.

"Should I take you out?" Jungkook asks. Recieving a loud bark. He giggles and goes out.

Back from the walk Jungkook feels unusually tired. He thinks he might have caught a cold. So he takes some medicine for the fever and thinks about messaging their manager for setting an appointment with the doctor. But before that happens Jungkook falls asleep.

******

When his phone rings but he doesn't answer you get worried so you message Namjoon who was your designated emergency contact set by Jungkook.

Namjoon replies he'll check up on Jungkook and let you know.

When Jungkook doesn't answer still. Namjoon assures you that they're all meeting so they'll make sure to scold Jungkook on your behalf.

Namjoon calls Jin to tell him about Jungkook. And so the plan is made they would go hangout at the maknaes House instead of simply going outside for dinner.

His doorbell rings incessantly and rhat wakes him up. He's too disoriented to realise that today was the hangout with the members.

The members are loud as always and that inadvertently brings a smile to his face. He feels bad that he won't be joining them.

"Hyung's" He says as he opens the door. "I'm not feeling well."

"We know." Jin replies. Yoongi pats his shoulder and gives a nod. The rest of them follow and make themselves comfortable.

"Y/n told us." Namjoon says.

Jungkook feels his heart burst with affection for you. He almost gets teary eyed.

"Anyway since we are not going to the restaurant we reserved. You'll be getting us a treat right?" Jin asks.

Jungkook nods.

"Thank you jungkookie." Hobi says happily.

"Yoongi order groceries for a porridge and fresh veggies, some snacks as well and Namjoon take Jimin to get medicines. I'm sure kook didn't take any." Jin orders.

"How did you know hyung?" Jungkook asks.

"I've raised you ofcourse I know."

"Now let's put a dent in your bank account." Taehyung says excited.

The groceries are delivered quickly. And Yoongi and Jin get started on the porridge making sure to make extra so that Jungkook can have some later.

Taehyung cuddles Jungkook.

"It's ok hyungs are here no need to worry " Taehyung says lightly patting Jungkook's head.

"I'm not a baby." Jungkook protests half-hearted because on the inside already being with everyone makes him feel better. So being engulfed by the baby bear Jungkook slips into a nap.

Hobi cleared some space and set the tables and cutlery while the eldest were busy making the porridge.

Yoongi cooled some of the porridge in the freezer so that it could come quickly to room temperature. While Jin portioned the rest of it out and put it in the fridge.

The delivery guy rings the bell which wakes Jungkook up.

Hobi rushes to open the door and pick it up.

Seeing Jungkook is awake. Yoongi checks the porridge again. The porridge is still slightly hot but he supposes its better than Jungkook being hungry when he's sick.

Namjoon and Jimin arrive with some OTC medication and a cake. They were thinking of getting icecream first but because Jungkook was already sick and out of them the one who was most font of sweet things. It was only logical they get cake because they loved spoiling their little one.

Namjoon gently woke Jungkook up medicines in hand and a glass of warm water ready. While Jimin scolded Taehyung for sleeping with Jungkook. "What if you also get sick?" Jimin scolded.

"Feed him some porridge first." Yoongi tells Namjoon. Namjoon nods.

"I'll do it." Jimin offers.

"Start eating before the food turns cold." Jungkook tells them.

There are enthusiastic nods and then everyone except Jimin and Jungkook attack the delivery.

Taehyung and Namjoon make sure to feed little bites of the meat to Jimin and Jungkook.

They all launch into thier stories.

Jungkook misses being in the dorms in times like these but staying away has made it all the more precious.

His eyes fall on the 7 tattoo on Jimins finger and feels really blessed to have been given this family. His hyungs. Bangtan. He feels like tearing up.

"Oh Jungkookie is crying." Yoongi points out.

"Are you feeling more sick should we go to the doctor?" Namjoon asks concerned but his mouth is full so it sounds garbled.

"Do not cry. Do not cry." Taehyung chants. Jimin rubs his arm and drapes his shoulder around Jungkook.

"Oh what will we do with you our cry baby?" Hobi says.

"No. I just .. I'm happy hyungs are with me." Namjoon smiles and rubs his back.

"Ofcourse we are. ApoBangpo." Namjoon says.

"This kid." Jin says. "It better not be a way to make us pay for this food." Jin jokes.

"Hyung." Jungkook pouts.

"Do you know how much I've spent feeding you.? So much that you've become the biggest in bangtan"

"I'm not the biggest Rapmon hyung is." Jungkook replies.

"Why are you dragging me in this?" Namjoon asks.

"It's true. His arms are as thick as my thighs." Yoongi agrees.

Meanwhile Taehyung who had slipped earlier brings in the cake.

"Don't fight everyone let's have cake." Taehyung interrupts. Jimin and Hobi clear the table to make space for the cake.

"Be honest. You just wanted to eat the cake." Hobi asks laughing.

Taehyung only winks conspiratory in return.

"I saw a hack where they used wine glasses to cut the cake." Yoongi informs everyone.

"Just cut a cake normally. Is it that hard?" Jimin says unimpressed.

Jin gives the cake a karate chop.

"Hyung." Namjoon whines while hobi looks disgusted holding a kitchen knife to cut the cake.

Jungkook giggles.

All is well.

Hi lovely. I hope you're feeling better. Hope this makes you feel better. I kind of added backstory too Because I kind of like context as a reader. Hope that's ok. I don't know if I've done justice to the prompt. But yeah. I've never written something like this before so I'm nervous.

[carahhhhx]

“love you from a distance” w2s

It had been 2 years since you had last seen or spoke to harry. The day you two had split was the worse day of your life it came out of the blue, the blonde boy claiming you two had different ideas in life.You two had been together for over 10 years the spilt followed after you brought up the fact you’d like to get married within the next 5 years and start a family within the next 10 years, you two had always talked about getting married and having kids but i guess it was just silly 14 year old teenage drivel which broke your heart but you’d managed to move on in those two years we’ll sort of.

Being in the music industry helped you express your emotions when you looked back on life. You were extremely nervous for you new song to drop it was a big risk but you felt like you needed to express yourself through this song, some people may call you petty or obsessed but no you were just as sad 24 year old girl who wrote this song at one of the hardest times in your life but two years later you felt like it was right to drop the song now not because you still felt attached to him but because you loved the song and felt like it might help people across the world but you were still nervous.

@cammayflower-after two long years of debating on releasing this i can officially announced ‘love you from a distance’ will be out tomorrow!!!

liked by taliamar,w2s,gkbarry and 4000 more

comments-

@taliiamar-so so excited

@gkbarry- IM SO HAPPY

@georgeclarkey-oh no not another song 😖

^@cammayflower-zip it fancy pants

@user1-find it a little suspicious she’s dropping it on hers and harry’s anniversary

^@user2-AND with the title of the song!!

The internet had gone mental at exactly 12:04 when people had listen to the song it was crazy you had a lot of positive feedback and some backlash but that was okay you weren’t going to let a coupe comments ruin your day.

01978 19832

that was beautiful.

cam

who is this?

01978 19832

the biggest dickhead in the world apparently

cam

harry?

01978 19832

oh nelly you’ve caught me

cam

harry what do you want

harry

i’d like to talk i want to explain everything

cam

time and place?

harry

tomorrow 8pm the park?

cam

deal goodnight harry

harry

goodnight lovely x

The next day….

nervous was an understatement i wasn’t quite sure why i was so nervous it’s harry we were together for over 10 years. I was snapped out my thoughts with my phone vibrating

tal🤍

what time you meeting him?xx

frey🤍

wait who’s meeting who??xx

JJ💙

cams meeting harry 😝

faith🤍

AND SHE DIDNT TELL US ??

cam

sorry sorry JJ i still don’t understand why you’re in this chat.

JJ💙

allow it allow it

cam

i’m meeting him in twenty minutes going to love you and leave you all i’ll update you all later xx

That stupid park brought back so many memories, the happy times before it all went south, it almost felt nostalgic but you were grateful for the good times you both had to together, whether it was taking your dogs for a walk and having harry run round like a loon or playing in the snow during in the winter and having picnics in the summer.You felt like you’d been sat there for a while now that’s when you decided to check your phone 8:10 ‘ten minutes later typical harry’ you thought to yourself, you spent more time walking around the park feeling the rain starting ‘are you taking the piss’ you said to yourself pulling your phone out again seeing it was now half past, he’d stood you up and now it was raining, sighing to yourself you headed out the park and started walking back to your flat texting the group chat

Cam

pretty sure he stood me up so i left and i’m cold and wet.

Tal🤍

he did what

Cam

yeah didn’t turn up i waited half an hour i felt like right mug

JJ💙

he was filming with calfreezy today so god knows why he didn’t turn up

Cam

well i don’t care im in bed with a brew about to order my tea

Faith🤍

fancy taking olive to the zoo tomorrow?

cam

you had me at olive id love to see my niece tomorrow

just as i sent that text a loud knock was heard at my door, signing i placed my cup down pausing the tv and wrapping a blanket around myself before opening the door “i’m sorry cam my phone died when i was on the way from the shoot so i couldn’t text you to tell you i was running late but by the time i went to text you my phone was dead and cal had already left and i didn’t think i could really ask a stranger to borrow there phone especially on the tube i think i would’ve gotten stabbed or something daft like that-” i cut him off “shut up you dope and come in your soaking” i told him gesturing for him to come in “i got you these” he said handing me a bouquet of irises “you remembered?” i asked him the shock evident in my voice “how could i forget you always talked about moving into our own house and growing thousands of these” he replied smiling “oh harry that’s so sweet, i think i have some clothes of yours still” i told him placing the flowers on the side heading to my room grabbing the blonde a hoodie and sweatpants “here you go” i said to him “right i’ll be back in sec” he said heading towards the bathroom “h what do you fancy for tea?” i shouted realising i let the old nickname slip out “fancy an italian Cece” he said walking into the kitchen to find me blushing “right what do you want” i said to him “my treat” he replied pulling out his phone “carbonara i’m assuming?” he asked me “yes yes” i replied filling a vase with water “never change cece never change” he told me laughing.

We spent the night talking and catching up before deciding to head to bed.

Cam

can we go to the zoo later tomorrow?

faith🤍

yes yes how come

JJ💙

YOU DIRTY DIRTY GIRL

Cam

shut it jide.

[fuckeveryypeople]

2023

Last year was amazing and unbelievable, i felt like i was living in a movie.

Start the year in the most unhappy place, in a work and a city that was making me unhappy, working for someone that didnt get about is workers, and probably involved in a lot shady stuff, people and money. In a city where rain and cold are part of your daily routine, getting wet because it was unavoidable, but still with amazing people that i met from another countries, going on dates with amazing women, but my energie got drop by a point i couldn´t be there anymore, so i just left the place with no notice, unhappy and not telling anyone...

The next stop around may, was the place where i reagroup and wanted to start thinking about what i wante to do, so i just went there to prepare for my 2 weeks in a city where 2 festivals where to happen... In this city estayed with my friend and my brother, went out, crazy nights, great vibes with the homies, but i left...

The next two weeks where a dream, fantasy, could think i could live something like that, first festival immaculate vibes, me and my group of friends, my confidence where out the roof, outifits on deck, on point, womens loking at me in the arena, in the streets, i saw life some of my favorite artist, first night i met an amazing woman, that is everything i´ve never thought i wanted, we enjoyed ourselfs for the entire night, saw each other the next day, in the end we didnt say goodbye but "See you later"... the next festival same thing but the vibes where different, still enjoy some of the best perfomance of amazing artist, after i got to see my family again after almost a year, from there everything went down, lost my flight back to my brother house and got banned from certain airline company, got so sick that i couldn´t fuck i woman i wanted the way i wanted...

Got back to my brother´s house, looking for jobs, tryng to get my visa aproved to work there but got denied, tryng to think about what i wanted for myself, my live, the 2/3 months was the moment of my life where i felt more lost, wanting to die, looking for ways to kill myself, ghosting everyone in my life, loosing the joy of life, the joy of living, seen everything fallin in you, having my brother at that moment was important, because he understood what i was going through and gave me a place where i could be myself and reborn, he took me back to a place where i had to enjoy the little wins of the day to day things, he was going through stuff i was going through stuff, but we help each other...

I started to think about my death and forgot to simplify things, till i found myself again, and i took a decision where i found a new country, new city and new job...

Here in this new place im taking things slowly, in a enjoyable pace, im back to beggining, i have to learn a new industrie, i have to learn how to take orders again, restarting in a new culture. just enjoying the process, the girl i met on the first day of the festival we will see each other again in 2024, my joy of life, joy of living, seen my future, seen my confindence back again...

SO MANY STORIES I DIDNT PUT HERE, DIDNT ELABORATE PROPERLY, IF YOU READ THIS TILL THE END, ASK AND I SHALL WRITTE THE ONE MADE YOU CURIOUS... THIS WAS A YEAR WHERE I SEE MY HIGHEST AND LIVED MY LOWEST OF THE LOW...

[mchlgayser]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 - team z

summary: how you both spend your date together

featuring: isagi yoichi , bachira meguru , kunigami rensuke , chigiri hyoma , gagamaru gin

nana's lil note: there'll be a part two

ISAGI YOICHI - cafe date

Isagi was never a fan of going to the cafe but since it's your favourite place to hang out and date he agreed.

He would be the type that 'yikes-coffee' so he would order something sweet and caramel

The two of you would likely to stay up until dusk, talking and LITERALLY you gossiping because duh, that shit is entertaining.

He'd constantly asked you if you wanted another slices of cakes 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 finished one

And like those typical cringe dramas, he'll escort you home to make sure you are safe. AW 🙁

BACHIRA MEGURU - shopping date

You was quite the person who loves 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 shopping and so is Bachira though it's not as big as yours-

You both would stroll around the mall going from one store to another with bags in hands. He LOVES spoiling you--Though sometimes he got broke and you both ended paying equally, not that you mind of course

He is the type to grabbed anything from the store and then goes like "Oh you need to try this! And this too! Oh this too!" and you'll obeyed anytime

There's that one time you both ended paying for almost 400$ on one store and no food after but instant ramen 😓

You two once go to a fanciest looking restaurant there but the foods- Bachira almost choke on his fork after tasting the raw steak they're serving but even so your day continued with no further problems

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE - late night stroll date

It'll started with you both going to the lake enjoying the lake side whilst watching the sunset. Kunigami had his arm around you and protectively holding you in his arms Or you laying on his lap as he plays with your hair

Then started the plan of late night strolling, he'll just take you to a 24-hour diner and have cheese burgers (Im hungry af)

Lastly- depends on the weather if its raining you two would just walk around the town soaking wet in rain. Maybe dancing? humming slowly to 'can't help but falling in love elvis presley' or if its not, you will just slow walk to a place where its high enough to get a beautiful scenery of the moon (Desperately want this date w/ my bf) and stay up until dawn watching the sunrise

CHIGIRI HYOMA - amusement park date

Chigiri knows how you enjoys going to an amusement park--it was written on your face during you both first date abt how excited you are.

He always make sure you are on ur best condition, wearing sneakers, a thick jacket so you won't catch a cold and he always buys you food for each rides

You both would ride all the extreme rides instead of the kiddie ones like the unicorn carousel and such but! bumper cars! It was one of ur fav rides after roller coaster (me irl would peed my pants)

The last ride (yall know what it is) is the ferris wheel. It was during your first date together when you both got into the ferris wheel and once you reached the top, the electric cut down. You were watching the night blue sky in admiration when suddenly Chigiri pulls you closer. He started to lean it and BOOM! The fireworks starts

And no 13+ happended🙄💯

GAGAMARU GIN - hiking date

Your date was the day after Gagamaru won the u-20 match, right after the facility gave them the two weeks off, Gagamaru barged into your house telling you that he already planned a date for you both. You both ended up packing together and leave at dawn.

Gagamaru always makes sure you wear something comfy and cozy for the ride. He told you to get on the top of the hill by sunset so you both can go and have a nice romantic sunset seeing together.

Since Gagamaru is an 'expert' he knows a lot of things you don't such as good places to hikes for 'wow'.

The memorable part of the trip date was you both adventurous river hikes and having fun chasing the waterfalls.

[asmallpinkfan3]

Helloo how is your day going? I'd just like to order a coven heads (and the owl house) taking care of y/n I got sick recently and need comfort :D

-peachy anon

Hi peachy! I’m sorry your sick:/ I’ve had a pretty chill day. But I hope you feel better soon!

Taking care of a sick y/n.

Eda (and the owl house)

“That’s what you get for getting wet while being at the knee”. Eda say’s hovering over you as you lay on her couch. “I didn’t intend to get wet”. You say “hoot”! Hooty says. Your eyes shut tightly and you roll over and curl in the blanket eda gave you. “Mmm im tired”. You say shutting your eyes but before you completely doze off you felt a kiss atop your head.

Waking up you saw Luz, king, and Lilith above you with a scared look. Sitting up you felt king jump on you and hug your neck, “y/n your ok”! He yells hugging him back Lilith tells you why they thought you were dead. “Where’s eda”? You asked looking for your girlfriend. “She went out to the night market”. Luz explains making a small cat drawing. About 5mis later eda opens the door and she smiles seeing you up, “hey glad to see your still alive”. She says sitting next to you and pulling something out of her bag. “Here it helps with the fever”. She says pouring the liquid in a small cup she pulls it to your mouth. “That’s nasty”. You say.

Darius

You had gotten sick by eberwolf they had a small cold and accidentally coughed on you. So now you and your friend were both sick and darius had to deal with you while raine delt with them. “Hun just drink the damn drink”. He said as you refused the drink, “no you purple goo it’s nasty”. You knew he would find the “purple goo” offensive and he did, bad move. “Alright I guess I’ll have to do this the hard way”. He says using his “goo” he tied you down. “Darius this isn’t fair”! You yell only for him to shove the medicine in your mouth.

Swallowing you groan at the taste. “Ew it’s so nasty”. You say turning away from him, “well it would have been easier if you drank it the first time”. He says only for you to stick your tongue out at him. “So childish when your sick”. He says turning out the door.

You fell asleep and woke up to him shaking you awake slowly as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes he set some soup in front of you.”here you need it”. He says sitting next to you eating his own food. “Thank you love”. You say slowly eating the food he made you. He watched you silently eat the food.

Raine

“Please eat it”. They say desperately trying to get you to eat the medication for you being sick. You curled up into a small ball hugging the pillow. “Raine I don’t want to”. You say closing your eyes. They got up trying to think them they got an idea. “Would you like some soup love”? They asked you. You nodded and they went to make some.

Coming back 5 minutes later they saw how you softly breathed in and breathed out barely awake. “Here you dear eat softly”. They set the soup in front of you and you slowly got up and they watched as you eat you didn’t know that they snuck the medicine in there. “That was good raine thank you for making I love you”. You told them your head laying on their shoulder.

Lilith (platonic)

You were at her house cause that’s when you started to notice how your head started to spin and everything went black. “Y/n wake up!” You heard lilith say after coming to you realized how you were on her couch and she had a blanket in her arms and she slowly set it on you. “Y/n you don’t look so well”. She said taking your temperature she went to grab a rag.

Coming back she saw you hold your head in pain and she put the cold rag onto your forehead. “Y/n if you need please go back to sleep”. She says with a worried expression, “ok lulu ok”. You say turning away from her and smothering your self in the couch.

[queenshelby]

The Concubine - Part Four

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Angst, Very Graphic Violence, Domestic Violence, Abuse, Blood

Words: 1,589

Shortly after you left Tommy’s house, Tommy grabbed the telephone and enquired with the directory about where the call was made from.

He had an uneasy feeling about your fiancé, almost like a vision of some sort and, after he found out your fiancé’s address and where the call was made from, Tommy instructed Arthur and Isiah to keep an eye on you and your fiancé and intervene if necessary.

He knew that there were things you were hiding from him, things he didn’t know about you and he never dared to question you about any of it until he overheard how your fiancé spoke to you.

Now, he was suspicious and, for him, it was surprising that you willingly stayed with a man like that. A man who was using abusive language towards you and treated you badly, a man who cheated on you and who had nothing to offer.

***

That same morning, when you arrived at your fiancé’s apartment, he had gone.

There was no note, no nothing and you decided to wait for him patiently.

At around 7 o’clock in the evening, he finally barged through the door and saw you sitting inside the loungeroom with the curtains closed and the fireplace lit.

‘See how it feels having to wait around Sweetheart?’ Steven said sarcastically as he threw his gun onto the loungeroom table and took off his jacket.

‘I am sorry Steven. I had to work’ you explained and Steven was quick to grab your throat with one of his hands, pushing you back against the lounge firmly.

‘Working for fucking gypsies, huh?’ he said harshly before continuing on, his breath smelling like booze and cigarettes. ‘My woman chooses to work for someone else instead of servicing me’ he went on to say before ripping off your blouse harshly, causing the buttons to tumble onto the floor.

‘Steven stop, you are hurting me’ you said as you tried to squirm away, but his hold was too strong.

‘No no no Love, you don’t get to tell me to stop. I want to have some fun with you’ Steven then huffed out.

But, as he held you down, it didn’t take long for him to notice the small bruises on your neck and chest and, without any sort of warning, he pulled you up on your hair and threw you against the coffee table.

‘You are fucking someone else aren’t you, you fucking whore?’ he scolded at you as you hit the table, injuring your chest and stomach on the long edge of the oak.

‘Steven stop, please’ you cried as he again pulled you up on your hair, hit you across the face and dragged you into the kitchen.

As you reached the kitchen, he forced you to lean forward against kitchen table and you knew very well what he would do next.

Fearful and in tears, you leaned forward and held onto the table while Steven removed his belt which, almost in an instant, came flying across your back.

‘Stop, please. I am sorry Steve, please stop’ you cried as he hit you again, harder with each stroke.

‘You want to behave like a whore, huh? Yes?’ he scolded as he hit you again and you began to scream.

‘Well, I need to treat you like a fucking whore then’ he yelled again, hitting you even harder and, by that time you lost count of how many strokes he inflicted on your back until, suddenly, you heard someone kick down the front door.

‘Get the fuck off her you fucking animal, eh’ Arthur shouted, pointing the gun at your fiancé.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ Steven then asked, dropping the belt as he did and you immediately fell to the floor, crying and whining as you barely managed to hold onto one of the legs on the kitchen table.

‘I am Arthur fucking Shelby and you are fucking dead, eh’ Arthur said, pulling back the release mechanism on his gun in readiness to shoot.

‘Don’t’ you yelled out quickly and Arthur lowered the gun.

‘His father will kill my family. Please, don’t shoot’ you pleaded and Arthur waived at Isiah and one of the other gang members who walked over towards your fiancé and restrained him.

‘Listen to me you little fuck, eh. She and her family are under the protection of the Peaky Blinders now and you don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders. You get this message to whoever the fuck your father is and unless he want’s a war with us, he will back off. Do you understand?’ Arthur explained to Steven before he pulled off his cap and cut him across each side of his face.

‘You will regret this’ Steven shouted in between screams from the pain across his face.

‘I think you haven’t been listening boy. My brother’s orders were to kill you if you harm this woman. You are alive right now because of her mercy but, my brother’s orders will stand if you lay a hand on her again or anyone from her family’ Arthur then said before kicking Steven into his crotch and helping you off the floor.

‘Common Love’ Arthur then said as he placed his coat over you carefully and helped you to his car.

Your back was bruised and bleeding and so was your chest and stomach. Your face was slowly turning purple and your cheek began to swell.

‘We will take you to the hospital Love’ he then said as he lay you down onto the backseat.

‘No hospital’ you said, knowing that the hospital staff will ask questions.

‘Tommy’s house it is then, eh’ Arthur said and you nodded quickly before asking about your parents and sisters.

Arthur asked you where they live and decided to send Isiah and one of the other gang members to their house for protection while Tommy decides what was going to happen.

***

After about twenty minutes, you arrived at Tommy’s house and Francis greeted you quickly when she saw Arthur’s car pull up.

As soon as she saw that you were with him and heavily injured, she ran to get Tommy while calling one of Tommy’s trusted doctors to come to the house.

‘Fuck’ Tommy growled as he saw you. You were barely managing to hold onto Arthur’s shoulders.

‘He did this to her Tommy’ Arthur said as Tommy held onto you and helped you inside while you were still crying, barely able to deal with the pain across your back and stomach.

Without losing any time, Tommy and Arthur placed you to lie down on one of the lounges in the reading room while Francis fetched several towels and some water to clean up your wounds.

‘Tommy, I am sorry’ you said, unsure what you were sorry about. Was it the fact that you had just caused him trouble or that you were ruining his expensive sofa?

‘Don’t Love. There is nothing for you to be sorry about, eh’ Tommy said as he helped Francis to clean you up while Arthur gave him a detailed run down of what had happened at the apartment.

‘Oh my god, fuck’ you growled in pain each time Tommy or Francis touched one of your wounds with the cold wet towels and it was at this point that Tommy pulled out a small brown bottle from his jacket.

‘Drink this. It will make the pain go away’ Tommy said but you pushed his hand away and shook your head.

‘No, I can’t’ you said before another scream escaped your lips.

‘Where does it hurt?’ Tommy then asked as he observed you holding on to your stomach.

‘My stomach, it’s so much pain’ you cried.

‘Sit up. It might be better sitting up. The doctor is on her way, eh’ Tommy said reassuringly as he helped you into an upright position but, just as you sat up straight, you suddenly felt a gush of liquid drenching your skirt.

Instinctively, you reached for your lap with your hands before looking down, seeing your hands and skirt covered in bright red blood.

‘Y/N’ you heard Tommy shout loudly and then again more quietly as your mind went fuzzy and dizzy.

‘Call a fucking ambulance’ Tommy then shouted out to Francis, which was the last thing you could recall before everything in your mind went blank.

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[uh-e-rinnie]

I just noticed you had a writing tag lol! do you take requests?

If you do, can we get some analogical? 👉👈

listen im just gonna give you think cause this was in my drafts and im not good at writing romance i am so sorry you can tell where i got tired. There's probably a lot of mistakes but yknow what, sorry | - |

As per, the usual routine (Analogical - Human AU)

He can hear a dull buzz in his mind, and frankly, he isn’t sure if it’s from the way his forehead was pressed against the glass windows of the taxi cab.

It’s the usual routine.

The world around him is bright and busking; The sky, dark as you’d expect it to be at such a late hour, seemed brighter than it actually was due to the lights from stores and street lamps that pass him by. He thinks that if he closed his eyes for long enough, he may be able to trick himself into believing it was day.

He can hear it, the sounds of families and children as they play. Chatter and chime from store after store, cafes illuminated with warm orange light. If he drew the window open, he’d probably pick up the smell of coffee or freshly cooked food. People sat outside in coats and jackets, busying themself in conversation as if the rest of the world was a blur to them.

The air smells wet, just a little. Humid weather. It had rained today, he recalls. The droplets pressed against and dripping down the window stood next to his office desk, filling the silent workroom with subtle taps as raindrops greet him on the glass surface.

Through the tinted windows of the taxi cab, the world looked so bright and alive despite the late hours. It’s probably loud out there, he thinks, as he hears muffled music from the next shop they pass. 

Such a colourful world awaits him outside these doors, and yet he doesn’t make a move to stop the driver. Instead, he continues to lean his head against the window. Looking through the tinted glass.

He wonders if it's the fog covering over his lenses, but the world looks much more dull than he remembers.

Really, the sight outside the safety of the cab should bring a gentle smile on his face, as it usually does. But now? Now he can only stare, lips pressed in a thin line and eyes fighting not to close. His body is relaxed, maybe too much so. If a stranger were to walk into this cab, they’d probably think he was fast asleep. The weight of his work bag sat comfortably on his lap, his suit and tie feeling itchy and hot despite the cold weather.

The world around him looked so beautiful and alive.

And Logan? Logan just wants to go home.

Eventually the shops he passes by grow lesser and lesser, and the lights dim down till only that of street lamps are left. A few familiar buildings have him straightening his posture, pushing the work bag over his lap and hooking its strap over his shoulder. 

He digs into his pocket, unsurprised to see no messages on his phone. Bright digits stare back at him and he finally smiles the tiniest bit. Happy to know his trip home wasn’t delayed.

The cab stops, jutting him forward just a bit. The taxi driver gives him a warm smile as he pays, and a two-finger salute as he steps off. Perhaps he was on his way home too, if the exhausted look in his eyes says anything. Sure, the smile on his face was brightening, but the way his eyes spoke…

Logan is all too familiar with that look.

The usual routine continues, digging into his pockets for keys. Walking to the door. Opening the door and being met with…

Quiet.

The tiniest hint of a smile on his face falls at the empty living room. All the lights were off, the tables were as neat as he had left them, the couch pillows all in place as he had left them. Everything he had left was as it is. He’s greeted by the cold air and the creeping dark of the night, and he can’t help the long sigh that escapes him.

All too familiar. The usual routine.

Light switches on. He takes one step into the kitchen and is met with a throbbing sensation in his head. Forget it.

Light back off, he doesn’t bother for dinner.

 He doesn’t bother for neatness and order when all he could feel was the coldness of the empty household and the throbbing migraine from a day’s work. 

He doesn’t bother to keep his usual routine of neatness and order as he kicks off his shoes, knocking over another pair of shoes that were lazily placed onto the shoe rack. 

He doesn’t bother to properly hang his coat on the hooks, accidentally hanging them over a jacket that had already been there, causing both to fall into the floor in a puddle of dark colours.

Logan swings the bedroom door open, wincing at the sudden light that hits his face. He isn’t sure how he didn’t notice it on his way to the room, but doesn’t bother to question it. The bedsheets are tangled and a pillow has lazily fallen off the bed, slumped next to it like a sack of potatoes. 

Logan picks it up without a care, walking to the right of the bed and throwing it under him as he falls on the bed. His head inches away from the headboard and a cheek pressed into the soft fabric as his eyelids fight not to drop in an instant. His legs hang lazily over the edge and he doesn’t bother to move or position himself properly.

His usual routine be damned, he’s so tired.

It’s a few minutes of laying down in pure silence, the only light being that of the lamp sitting on the bedside table, on the left of where the bed stood. 

For the span of those few minutes, it feels like just him and his house again. Thinking about it as much as he can in his tired state, it reminds him of years ago. When his routine would often result in things such as now, laying alone in his bed after hours of exhaustion, only to wake up to that same routine and be faced by the lonely sight of his empty home. That cold, lonely, dreaded feeling sitting in his stomach.

Of course, that was years ago.

He’s reminded of that when he hears shifting from the left of him. He doesn’t bother opening his eyes as he feels something reach over him, and the flicker of the lamp turning on from his side of the bed. Someone pulls him closer, until his legs aren’t hanging off the edge anymore and are comfortably pressed against the soft sheets.

His glasses are plucked off his face, and he can hear the gentle tap of them as they are sat on one of the bedside tables. Then there was a brief moment of hands trying to turn him over and off his stomach, and he can’t control the smile that forms on his face as he hears the other struggle to flip him over.

“Are you kidding- Why can’t you just-”

And in a moment of weakness, (and fondness, a lot of fondness, honestly,) Logan snickers.

And the effort stops. The brief moments of silence returns, and Logan worries it had all been something conjured by his mind, in the haze of exhaustion and that lonesome dread sitting in his stomach.

Until something soft presses against his face again, morphing his view into total darkness. His laughter, muffled.

“You asshole!” The pillow disappears from his view, and he’s greeted by the mock-offended look on his partner’s face. Purple hair is a mess, sticking everywhere, and face puffy from sleep. Furrowed brows and the tiniest pout. If Logan wasn’t too tired to move he’d kiss that pout right off the other’s face.

And then the view disappears again, as the pillow hits him once more.

“Good evening, Virgil, darling.”

“Stick that good evening up your ass.” Virgil pulls the pillow away from his view, instead wrapping his arms around it and glaring at Logan. It was one of those glares, the ones where green and brown eyes look him up and down. Logan only ever gets those glares when he looks like he ran a marathon, which serves a reminder of how exhausted he must look.

“Any observations you’d like to discuss with me about, or?”

“You look like shit.” Oh so gracefully, Virgil throws the pillow across the room. The gentle thump of it hitting the floor causes Logan to snort. “Rough day, huh?”

“Indeed.” His eyes droop.

“Didn’t have dinner yet?”

“Affirmative.” And they’re closed.

“Thought so, dumbass.” 

He hums in response, laying comfortably and slowly succumbing to the softness pressed against him. Embracing the darkness and preparing to fall into sleep’s loving arms until he feels a weight on top of him, wiggling over him until he feels strands of hair tickle his chin and nose.

“Too tired to eat?” The other’s voice is muffled against his chest, but he responds with a tiny nod, knocking his chin onto the other’s head a little. There’s shifting again, and a tiny kiss is pressed against his jaw. “Okay, I’ll make you eat a lot when you wake up.”

“That won’t…” A yawn cuts in between, “...be necessary.”

“Shh, you’ll thank me later.” 

Logan’s hands move by themselves, crawling to wrap around the other on top of him, pressing himself closer to the other in the pure silence. The world around them is now void of any sound except their gentle breathing and the breeze of a cold night. Somehow, in between the conversation they had, the throbbing in his head had stopped, and the earlier buzzing was now silent.

Maybe, Logan believes, if he opens his eyes, the warm light of the lamps will seem brighter than they actually are, maybe the living room wasn’t as dark as it actually seemed when he had first arrived. 

He thinks maybe, maybe he missed a pillow out of place in the couch, or a bowl and utensils waiting in the sink. Maybe he didn’t realise the shoes he knocked his into were not the style he usually has, or that all his jackets were in his closet and not hung up on the hooks next to the door.

Perhaps, he thinks, if he went back out into a taxi now, and went past shop after shop again, he’d open the window and take it all in.

Maybe.

“I can hear you thinking, L.”

But maybe, later.

“Good night, Virgil.”

The touch of soft hair against his chin, the weight of another body on his, the dull light of lamps that he can see the slightest bit of through his closed eyelids. When the dark sky turns into its bright blue, and the moon bids it's goodbye while the sunlight greets them through where it can seep through the curtains, he’ll awake again to this cycle.

And that lonely, dreaded feeling will be nowhere to be seen.

As per, the usual routine.

[muffindaddystyles]

Will mafia!h and Y/N will have babies? 🥺💓

IM SO SORRY TO TELL YOU THIS BESTIE BUT.... </3

39. " I'm not saying a goodbye."

It was raining. Skies a gloomy shade of cinereal. Harry’s sleek car came to a screeching halt infront of the vast threshold of his home -- his grin pearlish, eyes twinkling a spark as he gets out of the car not caring to close the door behind. He greets his staff and strides two steps together with a gorgeous bunch of his lovie’s favourite flowers now dewy with raindrops and his nose twitched upon sniffing the vanilla-y smell while passing the kitchen and with his beam never vanishing he leaned into the doorframe asking the people inside, “’Ave y'seen Y/N?” Only for them to shake their heads in uncertainty.

She hasn’t showed herself downstairs since morning and even though it’s very odd of her not to chirp around the mansion nobody went to knock at her door to inquire, they think she deserves privacy.

This time they should have because when Harry barged inside their room it was caliginous with curtains shut and lights dimmed to zero.

“Lovie?” His cheery voice clamoured against the walls, a sour feeling he couldn’t be aware of pinches him in throat as he bobbed his head around to look for her and it perked up when a shadow falls on his feet.

“Baby?” His smile quirked back onto his confused features and he narrowed his eyelids to take in her presence through the darkness of wardrobe, “Harry.” A shaky whisper floated towards him and before that sweet call she was falling against his chest.

“Y/N ... baby —-,” His stumped chuckle halted, his brain numbed for a moment when his fingertips brushed up her back to push her closer to him and they trembled as they collected the wetness there. His heart bleaks a stinging pain into it’s cords, his breath shuddered coldly, flowers falling sadly beside their feet and his eyes earths with tears of panic, angst and torment.

His fingertips coating in his love's thick blood.

“I –- ‘m .. you –.. you’re h-hu —- hurt,” He stammered through a whimper hand wrapping around the dagger whose half end’s stabbed into Y/N's spine, her weak frail body unresponsive though she could listen to him.

“Who did this to you! Who did this to you!?” His screams and cries startled everyone downstairs and they rushed up to see what’s happening, to be shocked by their sights of Y/N limp in Harry’s embrace.

He turned his neck to shout at them, “I need a hand t’help me!!” His eyes bloodshot and Niall his best-man scurried over to them as Harry carried Y/N and laid her on her tummy on the bed, he slips onto his knees putting his chin on the mattress to look in her hazy painful eyes -- tears caged in them but never flowing down.

“Harry ...” She mumbled grittily in agony lifting her shaky fingers to pet his face and like an affection starved kitten Harry doesn’t let her tire herself and gets closer to her himself, “Niall bring the first aid, it’s under the sink.” He commands him not letting his eyes drift from over her angelic face.

“You’re okay baby. You’re okay, I know how to stitch up knife wounds.” He sniffled sucking in a breath trying to be brave for her and she just smiled gorgeously, lips blue and cheeks draining out of her usual berry stain.

“Jesus. Harry she’s been stabbed thrice, those fuckers,” Niall’s words wavered in fear and sympathy for Y/N. He squeezed Harry’s shoulder as Harry sobbed upon hearing that, “No –-... no, no! It’s still okay yeah poppet? I’m g’na get y'alright.” He wanted to covers his eyes to block the hurting groans Y/N elicited and he cradled her soft face in his warm palms in comparison to her temperature, touching their temples to pray together.

“Harry li .. listen to —- to me,” She gasps eyes flittering over his shoulder towards Bambi and Thumper the two dogs that had gotten overly fond of her, Harry’s blurry gaze follows her enfeebled gesture for them to come near her.

They whined and howled sadly flopping beside Harry and Harry hiccupped into his elbow shaking his head when Y/N put her hand under their ears in effort to scratch them but wasn’t able to unfortunately, “Hi babies. You’re gonna look after dad after ‘m gone?” Everyone cried at that watching her soul leave their dull lives that watered colourful upon her arrival.

“Don’t say that! Don’t y'dare say that!” Harry sobbed rushing to hug her tightly, the front of his shirt loathing crimson and she hissed looping her arm against his neck when Niall pulled the dagger out from her lower spine gradually and slowly not to hurt her.

“’M so sorry baby, sorry for being the reason of y’pain.” His tears dampened her already sweaty crook of neck, “Pr – promise me t-that that you’ll have some —.. someone who lov‐-.. loves –--,” She whimpered. Her body jerked into him with a force and she pushed him weakly away to stitch her lips tenderly against his's.

“Tell me bubby. Ha—- have I loved y'enough?” She cooed into their kiss and Harry bolted his eyes shut, poisonous sobs wrecking out of his chest.

“Tell me before, I go ...” Her heartbeat started dropping insanely, her lips wobbled, toes curling with life excavating out of her, “Y'have. Y'have don’t go baby, I’m not saying a goodbye!” He cried showering her in kisses for the one last time and pets her hair, eyes closed praying she takes him with herself because he'd never recover from the pain of loosing the only person he loved more than himself, the person who made hum love himself.

“I love you ..” She whispered, her loving kind eyes locked against his’s and the pool of honey around her rims expanded, her lips parted around the gasping breaths and Harry begged and pleaded — a side of him no-one has ever witnessed as he twisted in anguish considering himself the unluckiest man on the earth for letting his lover go like this, in the worst possible way.

“I love you, I thought I’d never be capable of, y'made me worthy darling. I'll always love you baby....” He shrieked into her chest heaving her up gently to embrace her properly and even though he knew she was no more with him, he fooled himself into thinking so.

If it was possible he’d have clawed his ribs to pluck out his heart in return of hers and he felt like the sun and earth had crashed vanishing away the time spaces as he sat there crying and crying mourning the loss of his lovie that could never be healed by anything in this whole word.

He keeps on holding her, rocking back and forth as he lulls her to slumber of death.

It hurts. It hurts so bad.

His heart weeps.

His soul aches.

When rain stopped and that tranquil silence doomed over them, rage filled his every pore and vein.

He knew who did this. Harry has played dirty but he has never played unfair. It was this gang of companies who sabotaged and destructed the orphanages at the property which belonged to his mother (but the papers weren’t clear) to build restaurants and apartments there so Harry took revenge by burning acres of their illegal drug running underground factory and rebuilt the orphanages and took Y/N to one of their charity events.

She was the happiest he had ever seen her.

It’s like a gun barrel clicked in. A firecracker catching the fuse of ashe to burst everything into flames as Harry laid her with ever most tenderness and kissed her temple, her lifeless eyelids and her chapped lips.

Cleaned the streak of blood with his sleeve and didn’t wipe his tears away bashing out of the room, everyone stepped away as Niall lunged infront of him to stop him before he goes to cause damage to himself more than to them for being in such a vulnerable and weak state.

“Step away.” He growled angrily, gaze fiery and dangerous.

“No.” Niall sighed.

“I wouldn’t get her buried in sucha cold blood. She didn’t deserved this, hell nobody does.” Harry kissed his teeth together gripping at his hair ruthlessly, cheeks dry with tears, his limbs trembling, his head spinning.

“Anyone who wouldn’t follow my orders gets their kneecaps blow-off.” He grunted -- nostrils flaring and saying this he went away, snatching his guns from the console and ordered his men to find the security guards that had their duties at the main gates.

In just a day he hunted each of those monsters down like a hungry wolf and gave them such punished, tortured deaths that each one fell in Harry’s feet for his mercy but his heart was turned into a stone already because the only warmth it had there was because of one person and that person’s gone leaving him to survive in this hellhole alone while he dragged these bastards to the depths of firepits.

Once, coming back home to her. To his sunshine, to his soul and life, to his reasons of getting up every morning so he would get to spend time with her —- he broke down. Into shattered bits and pieces of remorse, guilt and sadness feeling himself so small and hurtable as he cried to himself all alone in their garden with no-one to console him where he’ll come to meet her daily.

He wants to rip his skin apart and set it on fire for his beating heart to stop, for it stop feeling.

He feels sick. Fainting, in urgency and desperation to hold his baby and never let go.

To lay down with her under the soil if that's possible.

his only reason to live.

His only beloved.

.

The wind giggles through pink leaves of cherry blossom tree, lush grass resting peacefully and Harry smiles to himself treading towards his two most favourite people in the world.

The spring being their heartiest month.

“Azalea! What y’chattering ‘bout t'mum?” He asks and nods proudly when his lil boy stands up from his cross position on the ground from beside his mother and brushes the grassy spikes from his cherry printed shorts with his little pudgy hands.

“My first day at school dada!” The four years old squeals and Harry scoops him up in his arms, kissing his cheek again amount less times, “Is that so, huh! huh!” He tickles his little bun.

Y/N was right. Isn’t she always. Harry chuckles. Even if she’s gone he still feels loved from her, she’s in the rains, in the sweaters he wears when he feels shallow, in the scent of his pillows, she’s in the vanilla smell of their favourite cupcakes – she’s in his dreams and that name of their son, Azalea.

She always wanted to name their first born Azalea, a blooming flower that happens to be a vibrant pink, a gift of spring, are floriferous in sunshine and she'd always say that Harry would be their sun.

Their ever source of happiness.

Azalea was three days old when his mother died and Harry took him home even though not sure of his own decision but something in those little eyes that matches his mommy made Harry’s heart attract towards him so much he brought him without another thought.

A home he built with Y/N. The curtains of the mansion still remains pushed back wide, flower vases on every furniture, not a day goes by when anyone doesn’t misses her and the ducklings has grown so much that Y/N would have been spinning in happiness around.

Nothing has changed, life’s fleeting for everyone except for Harry. He counts each day and night that goes without her beside him in his sleep, in the little picnics with Azalea and Niall, in the story reading at nights with his baby, in kitchen to watch the winters first rain prattling against that one window that’s old enough to carry the remains of his ancestors, she’s never there to share a noodle pot with him while he sits and eat alone, never there to patch his favourite socks back, to kiss his forehead whenever he leaves home, to call him sweet names and to laugh with him on his silly jokes, to do thumb fights, to get angry with him whenever he refuses to layer himself in cold.

Never.

Never physically. But, she’s always there in his heart, her presence lurks around him and he could feel the warmth of her wrapping around him whenever he falls asleep watching telly.

“What did y'learn today bubba?” He asks Azalea and grins cheekily when Azalea babbles, “Colours!”

“That’s fuckin’ amazin'!” At that a huge gush of breeze hits him in face a tiny branch of the tree they’re standing under falls on his head.

“Kay' kay fine! No cursing.” He squeaks in defence pouting down at the grave of his lovie and his face splits into a grin when his hair glittered up with cherry blossom leaves.

“We miss you very much,” His voice heavy and sad. He gulps chokingly and blinks away the glossiness, stroking a thumb up Azalea cheek who’s sitting in Harry’s lap.

Every evening they come to meet Y/N, the hole in his heart couldn’t fill up of her void but the soothing feeling of relief that she’s in their garden and nearer to him has lessened the grief.

“G’na meet you tomorrow, our baby’s mighty hungry.” He chuckles hearing the grumbling noises coming from Azalea’s belly.

“You’re so cheeky baby.” His eyes glimmers and he feels himself swooning into breeze, “How’s it going in heaven?” He asks airily tracing his initials beside her beautiful name engraved at the tombstone and it’s like she’s scolding him when he gets a nip on his pointy finger.

“Azalea kiss mommy a goodbye.” Harry breaks into laughter when Azalea bobs his head and almost tumbles of his daddy’s lap in the effort to reach the tombstone.

“Goodbye beautiful.” Harry whispers kissing the top of her tombstone and his heart bursts into lilacs when once again he’s showered into petal like leaves.

“I love you too, baby.” Finally he has accepted to say goodbyes.

[satoruvt]

being unwanted, wanting too much

pairing → lee chan x reader

word count → 1015

genre → angst baby, criminal/detective au ↳ tags: FORBIDDEN LOVE, the angst is real in this one lol, seungcheol trying to be nice, chan being like “im taking this into my own hands..”, intimate moments, no flirting this time just sadness and unspoken love confessions, mentions of a past we’ll never know

song inspo → decode by paramore, a little of ghosts by jeremy zucker, and title comes from his hands by blegh!!

warnings → swearing, also a very minute mention of choking/murder, and this is a part two to this fic here so read that beforehand!

a/n → PART TWO TO THE WORDS YOU WROTE BABYYYYYYYYYY i knoww i said i wasn’t gonna do a part 2. and i was serious about that. But. the idea came to me and i knew i had to do it... also i’ve been in serious chanrot the last few weeks its horrible please help me. anyways enjoy the angst im so so proud of this

Chan can’t stop thinking about you.

No matter how hard he tries to convince himself that it’s because of the things you’ve done, the crimes you’ve committed and the way you’ve messed with his head, he knows it’s not true. Not completely. And he knows that you know, too, wherever you might be.

He spends an uncountable amount of nights at the precinct, looking over the same files in hopes he’ll find something new (and sometimes, in hopes he won’t find anything new at all). He pulls all-nighters, declines his coworkers’ offers for dinner and a drink. Seungcheol always gives him a worried glance, but if he spends too much time with Seungcheol he’ll probably figure Chan out. There’s a reason they work so well together. 

Chan never finds much, and he hates that he’s impressed by it. The system doesn’t even have your full name. You slink in and out of darkness like a shadow, impossible to catch when the sun washes you away. He can hypothesize frequent hideouts or known criminals you keep in contact with, but nothing is sure. 

(Sometimes he swears he’ll forget your face if he doesn’t find you soon.)

“You don’t have to let this case consume you,” Seungcheol says one night, packing his things up from his desk across from Chan’s. Chan can only look at him, as neutral as possible. “We’ll get them eventually. We always do.”

Seungcheol leaves him with a gentle ruffle to his hair and a soft goodnight. His words are meant to be reassuring, but Chan only feels pure panic.

The only thing he can think to do is follow a fading trail, scope out the last place you were seen. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, and part of him hopes he doesn’t find it. He knows it’s a long shot - you never stay in the same place for long. But it’s better than nothing.

It’s not the worst part of the city, but certainly not the best. Between the high crime rate and the way the city council seems to have turned their backs on even the simplest problems… well. It isn’t kind. It’s cold and wet, the light reflecting off of puddles in the street left from a recent rain. It feels almost moody, and Chan thinks it might have been better if he had stayed home, watched a movie. Ordered take-out like usual, but you…

(He wonders where you are. He wonders if you’re warm.)

He spots a street vendor farther up the road and considers buying coffee to keep himself warm. A cat slinks into an alleyway as he passes it.

“What are you doing in this part of town?”

He doesn’t even have time to be confused. He just knows, and when he turns, it feels like his heart is being crushed inside of his chest. You’re leaning against the bricks of an old building, a fraction of you illuminated by the vendor’s flashing LEDs, the rest of you blended into the shadows.

He has no choice, really. His body moves before he can tell it not to, hands reaching for you until he inevitably pushes you against the wall. You don’t say anything and Chan tries not to think about how this was a bad idea. You’re so close and so warm and you’re just fucking looking at him and his hands are around your neck and he could do it, right now. Both of you know he could.

Will he?

“You should really take better care of yourself, Channie,” you murmur after a moment. Your shoes grind against gravel and loose dirt as you adjust yourself, standing up a little straighter. “You don’t look too good.”

Your hand brushes against his cheekbone with a gentle press and he feels like fucking collapsing.

The loose grip around your neck relinquishes and he moves his hands to either side of your face instead, leaning forward until his forehead hits yours with a soft thump. He breathes in your air and you breathe in his, and Chan can feel his heart pound so hard he can barely hear anything else around him. He closes his eyes.

“You ruined me,” he whispers, desperate. You have to know, you have to see what you’ve done. What he’s done. The fool he’s made of himself because of you. “You ruined all of me.”

He doesn’t mean it in the cruel way it sounds (or maybe he does, he can’t be sure anymore), and he thinks you know that better than him. You say, “I know.”

There’s a second of silence interrupted by a car driving past. “Come with me,” you say. Chan pulls his face away from yours and you look enraptured, in love, you look like you’re begging.

I don’t love you, he wants to say. I hate you. I don’t want to. I can’t. I shouldn’t.

A future he never got to live out with you passes in front of his eyes, beautiful in the way it reflects off of you. He wonders if he’d still want you the same if things were different, if you weren’t the you of this universe and if you were the you he’s spent too many years forgetting about.

“It’s not that easy,” he tells you. You part your lips then close them again, nodding.

“It never is,” you respond.

And he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to pretend that everything’s fine when you take him back to his own apartment and stay with him the whole night. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to pretend that everything’s fine when you hold his hand under his sheets and not only does he let you but he holds your hand, too. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to pretend that everything’s fine when you both know you’ll be gone by the morning and he’ll have to find you again and again, over and over, always just barely letting you escape from his grasp. 

He decides not to think about it.

Your side of the bed is still warm, somehow.

He lets himself think of you and shatters.