#it’s really awful how familiar and unending and confusing they are

[limewatt]

2 hours into the severance innie cut. i decided to watch the innie cut before the outie cut cause the concept is more interesting to me. i don’t actually have anything to say this shit is just wild. 2 straight hours of unease only occasionally interrupted by an outburst of panic whenever any of them do something risky and insane

[ur-local-new-years-child]

Jan 30

You know what I like about Ine? The skies are actually clear at night.

I’ve lived in Tokyo, Akihabara, Sapporo… the sky is shit when it comes to stars. Here, the sky god was a bit generous with the sky glitter.

I climb onto the roof with a blanket and take my place on it, lying on my back.

I’m instantly bedazzled. Thousands of pinpricks of light. I felt limitless here, unending, like I were part of the cosmos and that they were ready to take me back home, arms outstretched.

Then I saw you.

You were on your roof, too! But it looked like you had a whole party going on; there was a box of donuts and several cans of drinks near you.

“Hey!” I call out. I wasn’t sure if you were even asleep, but It was so nice seeing a fellow stargazer.

“Hwuh?”

“Over here!” I wave the sleeve of my hoodie like crazy.

“Oh. Hi. You’re… on your roof…?” I think you were asleep, because your words oozed around like molasses.

“Yeah… the stars look so cool. I never see them in the city. So it’s really awe-striking to me how many there are.”

“Mhm… You’re Murasaki-sama’s kid?”

I’ve never heard anyone say my grandma’s name before. So I was a bit confused.

I think you realised that, and added “Your grandma? The lady who lives under the roof you’re on?”

“Oh. yeah. How’d you know?"

“I saw you at Fuji park. I know every face here, and yours wasn’t familiar. So I asked around.” you settled back onto your blanket.

To think you were actually interested in finding out about me. But then again, you were probably bored.

“You know everyone?”

“To a point, yeah. I can pull up names.” you shrug. “It’s a small town, after all”

“Whoa.”

“Mhm. I’m Karasu. Karasu Mo. The ‘Mo’ part’s written like the character for mourning.”

“Oh. I’m Gasaki Ichigatsu. Like January first? Yeah. My mom says I was in her new years dream so she just called me that. You can call me Saki. or Ichigo. Whatever.”

I lay back down, trying to brush it off and all, but my cheeks were burning. Something abut the way you talked made me feel silly and giggly, in a blush-blush kind of way.

“Ichigo-san. Do you like donuts?”

“Hell yeah, what kind?” I flushed again. The way you say my name… or rather, my nickname, just sounded nice. Like you wanted to say it.

Rummaging sounds. “Uhhhh… Strawberry, lemon, orange… keep in mind I made these so don’t go attacking bakeries if you don’t like them. Uh…caramel-apple and spongecake.”

“I’ll take caramel-apple.”

Smak! A flying donut hits me square in the face, but I catch it just before it rolls away.

“Oh my god are you okay?” there was a twinge of laughter in your voice. ” I threw it too hard… stoopid baseball arms….”

“Nah, you’re fine. Nice throw! I can’t see shit in the dark so that was cool!”

A lie. I could see just fine, actually. How would I know you were there?

“Oh, thanks. I can’t see shit either, I just threw towards your voice. Didn’t realise it would make a loud smack like that.”

“No harm done, though. Thanks!”

“Mhm…. so… why’d you move in?” your silhouette settled back onto your roof, shadows joining shadows.

“Uh… family stuff, I guess. My mom’s still trying to get back on her feet after the divorce.” I bring my knees together and place my chin on them. “I figured it would be easier on her and my stepdad if I was somewhere else.”

“Oh. that’s….”

“Sad? It’s better than having a dysfunctional dad, right?”

“Yeah. I guess. Is your stepdad cool?”

“Very. dad jokes and all.”

You chuckle. “Lucky. That you have a good relationship with them, I mean.”

“Mhm…” I muse, looking at the tiles of the roof. “What about you? What’s your story?”

“My parents disowned me.” The words hung heavy in the air, and suddenly the stars felt far too bright. I wanted to know more, but this is a heavy topic.

I almost thought it was a joke.

“Ha…?”

“Because I’m gay. They just went ‘well whoever it is, they better love you lots because we sure don’t’ and then kicked me out.“

“oh…“ Really? Was that all i could say? “Oh”?

“So… who do you live with now…?”

“My aunt. She’s also been cut out of the family, but for different reasons. So we’ve got a kinship going on, kinda”

“Truth is, she’s barely around, with work and all, so I take care of things.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“Sorry, that was heavy. Change of subject: what do you like about the town so far?”

“The sky, for one.” I pull apart the donut and shove a clump in my mouth. It was cold, but the flavour warmed me so much. “and for two, your donuts.”

You titter again. “It’s good? Nice. And I guess the sky’s pretty nice too.”

There was a noise, and then I heard your voice lower, towards the ground.

“Let me show you my favourite place. It’ll be dark, so you don’t mind me holding your hand, right?”

“Not at all.”

I climb down from the roof, my donut in my pocket. Your hand was out, and I took it.

It was surprisingly warm, and soft. Your long fingers wrapped completely around mine, and soon we were off.

We went through bushes, through winding alleyways. Had it not been for your gentle pulls I would’ve gotten my face bashed in my rocks.

Soon, before we even arrived, I heard it.

The beach. It expanded far out, so far it seemed like we were on another planet. The stars twinkled in the sky, and were reflected in the water, along with the big silver moon.

It looked like something straight out of a Nitsukui Juni novel. It looked so shimmery and beautiful I forgot to breathe.

You let go of my hand, and I almost grab for it again. The warmth faded instantly, like a dream.

“It’s so pretty. Like… like..”

“It’s hard to find where the sky ends and the earth begins. Here, everything’s one and the same.”

“Yeah…” I breathed. I plopped on the sand, even though it was cold. Something about the scenery made me want to sit and watch.

“ I come here when I think self-depreciating thoughts. It calms me down. It's my special place….”

“I guess it could be yours too. Just.. don’t tell anyone about it, okay?”

“Promise. Thank you for trusting me.“ I hold out my pinkie finger, cheeks flushing again. This silly little gesture was childish, but I wanted to show you that I meant it. I wanted you to feel you could trust me.

You look at me, then my hand, as if trying to figure out what this meant. Then, slowly, you hooked your finger with mine. A ghost of a smile seems to cross your face as you drop your hand again and face the waves.

We stayed up until the first slivers of light peeked through the clouds, then went back to our lives.

[gay4tiddies]

Painted Hearts

Part 3

This is part three of a Jinx x female reader series, in which the reader ends up in the Arcane universe and winds up getting involved with the plot. Starting just around where series main plot begins.

Jinx despises when people enter her sanctuary – her laboratory, a place she had somehow modelled into a perfect representation of herself. Perhaps it had been the recollections of a spaceless room, a bunk and a bed pressed up against wooden walls, the memories of nights spent in a comforting, warm embrace. Perchance it had been the shattering of this, and as that small world fell apart, as it crumbled it exposed a gaping space filled only with cold, scattered fragments of what had once been.

Besides, she liked it this way and unsurprisingly, she wasn’t much of a people person. Powder never liked the streets crammed with passers-by, the constant chatter, and the deprecating stares. However, Jinx knew now that these streets could be cleared at just the pull of a pin, and even the mere mention of her presence was enough to empty a tavern. Not that she’d frequent them often, many a time preferring the solace of her own company.

She was never truly alone anyway so what was the point?

They were always with her, voicing unending, persistent reminders of her imperfections, of what she had done. Of course, she’d tell them to shut up, telling them that she, Jinx, was perfect - fearless, strong, without any faults. Yet somehow, they’d always find a way to slip through the cracks, to torment her, to remind her of the imperfections she thought she had left laying at the bottom of the well.

It was worse some days, and today had been one of those days.

She had been so certain that the Hextech Crystal would work for her. I mean, sure she didn’t quite understand the math-y, magic-y, heebie jeebies topside had been messing with – but she sure as hell knew a possible weapon when she saw one. Besides, she’d gotten into all that fantastic trouble acquiring it, failure was simply not an option… that was until failure had indeed happened. The crushingly familiar, powerful wave of blue, fizzing energy had engulfed her mind in a hailstorm of repressed memories. She’d clutched her temples, limbs knotted around her torso, anything to try and block out the blaring voices.

That was until an unfamiliar voice had cut through the screaming silence.

At first, she had suspected Mylo was messing with her, yet that awkward humour was definitely not something he could have conjured. You were a whole new person, she noted that you were also not in fact a figment of her unorderly imagination, as she had peered over the fan blade at your waving figure. Her resolve had been firmly recognised when she had clasped your unmistakably real, warm hand – furthered as you had both been sent flying over one another. Her mind had been reeling with the possibilities of who you were, what you were doing in thisplace, and most importantly how you had managed to get down there. Opening her eyes, your expression had displayed both shock and wonder, yet not even a hint of unease or terror towards the notorious criminal splayed beneath her. Having been thrown off by this, she had taken a moment to look at you, to really look at you. From the paint adorning your every limb, to clothing that one could almost expect to be seen Zaun if not for the impracticality, finally settling on your awe-struck, [e/c] eyes.

Hell, nobody had ever looked at Jinx that way before, which made you all the more of a frustrating abnormally to her. Thereby, she felt comfort at the familiar vision of fear and confusion that clouded your eyes, as she raised the gun to your temple.

Holy shit.

You’re in an animation.

Holy shit.

She’s got a real gun.

“…Holy shit.”

She’s the real Jinx.

“Profanities ain’t an answer toots.”

Immediately, you’d close your mouth, which was previously opened by the sheer shock now resonating in your head. The cool metal pressed against your temple was barely felt, as your mind spiralled with the possibilities – were you dreaming? Had you OD-ed and died? And if you were in fact dead, then why in the flying fuck was thisthe afterlife? Terror flooded over you, terror towards the sheer embarrassment stemming from the idea of your body being found, drugged up in some grimy sewage hole.

A sharp, rhythmic tapping lured you out of your flash theories, as you slowly located the sound as you were met with lengthy, painted nails strumming the metal floor impatiently. Not daring to move your head so much as a millimetre, you pulled your eyes away, hesitantly following the lanky, yet toned, arm until your [E/c] eyes locked with a calculating, dark azure gaze. Your breath caught in your throat as the muzzle of the gun was nudged harder into your skin. The girl beneath you was growing impatient, and your silence wasn’t going to keep you alive for much longer.

“Well?” She piped as her lips part into a sweetly sinister grin.

“Uh- …uhhh, well you see… -uhhh.” You’d jumble together a slur of confused noises, still too stricken by the situation, rendering you unable to form so much as a coherent response. Besides, after practically Alice in Wonderlanding your way down here, you’d barely been given so much as a second to process events.

The pointed nails had stopped their tapping, as you now felt them digging brutally into the thin fabric on your shoulder. You had to come up with something now, and it sure as hell can’t be the truth.

Come on… think, think, think thinkthinkthinkthink-

“-A tunnel!” You gasped out.

Her eyes narrowed as you blurted out your rushed improv.

“I was being perused- found an entrance and… and- it was my only option. It was accidental I swear, I only followed the pipeline-“

A finger was pushed harshly against your lips, silencing you.

“So ya just so happened ta get here through one of those ol’ tunnels?”

The gun left your temple and a hand settled softly over your shoulder. Hesitantly, you now nodded in response, an awkward chuckle leaving your lips. What spooked you truly was the airy giggles Jinx let out next, her head tipping back onto the floor as you begin to stiffly laugh with her.

Until she ceased her laughter all together, hands gripping your shoulders as she pulled herself up to face you. A chill of horrible foreboding trickled down your spine as furious, sapphire eyes burned into your (presumably) terrified expression.

“Bull” she paused, “-shit”.

As you flinch, she snarled and you barely had time to register her legs shooting upwards, clamping over your waist. You were suddenly rendered weightless as she twisted and rolled you both, before you were being thrown down heavily, back against the cold, metal floor.

Now gazing up at the manic inventor straddling you, face inches from your own and teeth bared in an almost lupine grin, you truly realised how fucked you were for not taking this seriously. You never have seen Jinx through a rose-tinted vision, however whatever assumptions you had made when first assessing her psyche were hideously wrong. 

Eyes you had only just begun to admire flitted across your face, wide, bloodshot, and deranged; spittle flecked her lips, as you’d expect to see on a rabid street animal; and there was something next to grotesque in the way she hunched over your frame, like she was preparing to maul you.

Fan-fucking-tastic. You avoided Pennywise the dancing clown and got Jinx the homicidal nutcase instead.

Flinching as a painted finger flicked your forehead, you let out a yelp at the sudden pain. Yet you were unsurprised to see her expression had done a full one-eighty upon reopening your eyes. Her previous, unstable state had settled swiftly into a playful, intent stare, tied together with a toothy, cheshire grin.

“shut up Mylo-“ she hissed, frustratedly swatting at the air behind her, before suddenly jolting back around to face you.

“There’s no way she could be a mole- I mean, look- “she hurriedly cupped your face.

“-at how defenceless she is! HAh-!”

She rapidly fell into a fit of laughter, hands now squishing your cheeks fondly as you can only stare up at her deceitful amusement, just waiting for a gasp of laughter to hitch into a snarl.

She’d pout at your wary expression, pinching your now sore cheeks dejectedly.

“Why don’t ya look at me the way ya did first?” She’d mutter under her breath.

Your brows crease in confusion “Huh?”

She exhaled exaggeratedly, frowning down at you. Feeling the warmth of her breath over your face, you turned your face to the side in response to the closeness.

“Ya know.. you don’t smell like a Piltie- nor like ya from down here.”

Focusing on anything but her, you’d observe the mess of scattered tools and burn marks decorating fan blade you were pinned to. Biting back a cruel response, you replied tentatively.

“Do you smell every person you meet?”

She raised a blue brow, silent for a moment before her expression betrayed her. Biting her pouty lip, she held back a snicker.

“Only the cute ones.”

It was your turn to be let down by yourself, as you felt your cheeks warm at the flirtatious comment. Thank goodness your cheeks were already pinched pink, covering the apparent blush you now felt for the woman you had just witnessed come close to murdering you in a fit of insanity.

Instead, you’d chuckle uneasily. “Bet you say that too all the gals you find under giant fans.”

This time she snorts.

“M’ starting to wonder again if ya really are real toots- everyone tends to be sorta- y’know-“

You’d shrug at her suggestion, no way in hell were you so much as hinting your recognition towards her. You caught up in deep enough shit already.

“Ughhh- but ya look real enough- feel real enough-“ She exclaimed insistently, giving your upward facing, abused cheek yet another pinch. “Even smell real for Zaun sake!”

“I think that we’ve already clarified my realness.” You’d huff, only continuing to distract yourself with observing whatever junk was laying ahead of you. Jinx’s incoherent muttering only faded into the background as you attempted to identify the objects dispersed around you.

Metal junk, creepy doll, metal junk again, something concerningly limb shaped- oh wait, it’s some junk made of metal. This was the general gist of what you were finding until your gaze settled upon a glowing, hastily assembled metal contraption.

Wires wove around the circular mechanism; these were further encircled with loosely hanging chains that almost resembled a boxing ring. You were able to identify finer details thanks to the glowing, electric blue light emanating from the notorious Hexgem which was sat, still smoking from recent use, at the centre of the device. You swear you could almost feel the static in your very skin.

Hell, you’d just missed a major plot event by a few measly minutes.

Taking this into account and thinking back, you recognise the redness you’d seen in Jinx’s eyes earlier was likely from crying… or rabies. You didn’t want to put a label on it just yet.

But this was beside the point.

The small detail of you having crashed into Jinx’s life at her one of her vulnerable moments in the early plot. No wonder she’s half manic right now.

Your eyes widen, recalling this fact.

She’s half manic right now and you’re not even paying attention.

The murmuring had stopped, and silence had enveloped the both of you, which only made the feeling of dread sink further into the pit of your stomach, as you stiffly turn your neck.

Thank Lucifer you were dehydrated from sweating buckets at the rave, because you suspected you may have otherwise pissed yourself when being met with the most intense, burning gaze yet.

“What ya looking at toots? C’mon, look and tell.”

You’d gulp dryly. There was no way in hell you were not getting away with bullshitting your way out of the truth this time, her gaze told you enough.

“Tell me.” She demanded, teeth grinding as she began to murmur the phrase repeatedly under her breath, hands snaking up your to your wrists constrictively.

She knew you recognised something you shouldn’t have.

And therefore, you let slip the first thing that came to mind, desperate to wriggle your way out of a death sentence.

“That light- the blue light brought me here.”

Silence.

Jinx let out a hiss of breath, eyes finally breaking away from yours as she leaned back slightly.

“I’m not lying- I swear-“ you’d reason insistently, “I know I can’t prove it but-“ You’d bite back your next words as the grip at your wrists tightened.

Her expression had changed yet again; however, you were greeted with neither the snarling bad cop, nor the giggling alternate. This time disbelief shaped her lips into a small ‘o’, focused in what you can only call a dazed fascination.

“oh- Oh don’t you worry toots-I… I believe ya…” She’d trail off.

Now you knew something was wrong, because there was no way in hell that she’d believe you just like that. Expecting the worst, you’d crane your head to follow her gaze, but you’d soon see something was in fact very wrong.

Something was very wrong with you.

Jinx’s had your arm outstretched over the metal floor; nails having dug so deeply into your wrist to have drawn a trail of blood. Or what you could only assume to be blood, hesitant as to the fact that what leaked from your arm wasn’t the usual crimson, because what was dripping over Jinx’s pale fingers was a shimmering blue.

Sorry p3 took so long lmao, I wasn’t sure how I wanted to present Jinx in this fic and ended up settling to portray her in a more realistic light (or what I hope to be) in homage to the show’s presentation of her.

I’m too lazy to proof read so take this raw besties.

Also, as requested, I’m starting a Tag list from now on so lmk if you want to be tagged!

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[ljstlr]

DREAMS.

wonwoo x oc x jeonghan

genre: angst, fluff

words: 2186

a/n: there’s a jun sequel to this fic that you can read here: https://ljstlr.tumblr.com/post/647460079277326336/beliefs !

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Wonwoo couldn’t keep up with the number of times you told him about the guys in your dreams. He even memorized the details already – he was a guy that looked like he was in the same age as the both of you, a perfect face structure, a commendable height, mysterious, reserved, and quiet.

“Aish. (y/n), enough about the dream man already.” Jun complained as he threw a copy of your biochemistry modules.

“I was talking to Wonwoo, not you!” The simple sentence that came out of your mouth made Wonwoo’s heart flutter but neither of his two friends in the room can manage to notice that.

“Yeah, he’s right. We have a long quiz tomorrow, (y/n). We should study.” Wonwoo says out of concern which made you pout.

Honestly speaking, Wonwoo could listen to you talk all day long. It was just that he couldn’t push down the feeling of jealousy whenever your eyes go dreamy when you talk about the man in your dreams.

“Alright. Just so we can move pass this and finally go to the party tomorrow night.” You spoke as you opened your highlighter pen to study the module that was just thrown at you.

Jun and Wonwoo looked at each other. Jun knew that Wonwoo hated crowds and parties, but he would always push himself to go just to look after you. You always got out of hand when drinking, so he helps you sober up and take you home at the end of the night. He couldn’t bare not taking care of you.

So, he just smiled at Jun and continued writing down notes on his laptop. Jun just sighed and went back to reading his textbook. Wonwoo, a lovestruck puppy, was definitely a hopeless case.

“BOTTOMS UPPPPP!” you raised your red cup to the air and your friends followed. Your cups clinked and all of you finished the alcoholic contents in the cup.

Wonwoo sneakily threw his alcohol in the sink and pretended to have a foul face when you and Jun put your cups down in the counter. Jun could see right through him, but he dared not speak a word.

“C’mon! Let’s play cup pong!” You excitingly cheered as you grabbed the hands of your best friends to drag them outside.

But as you guys were closely arriving to the cup pong table, you suddenly stopped walking which caused Wonwoo and Jun to bump into you. The three of you fell on the concrete altogether. And when Jun was just about to curse at you for being careless, he was stopped by a man.

“Hey, are you okay?” Wonwoo could see that you were in awe as you stared at the man in front of you and it was obvious that the man stared at you the same way.

You took the man’s hand and you two stared at each other with smiles painted on your faces.

“It’s you.”

That night, Wonwoo went home alone. The spotify playlist that you usually played on the car ride homes after a party blasted through his car speakers as he drove. He was missing the feeling of you singing at the top of your lungs to the old 00’s songs or just you sitting in the front seat of his car.

He sighed. He felt hopeless after you magically saw the man in your dreams in the party you just attended. Nobody saw it coming – not even Jun who was as shocked as him when you told the man in front of you that you always saw him in your dreams.

In which the man smiled and mischievously responded with ‘Well, I guess I’m here to make you dreams come true’. He scoffed at the lines as he tightened his grip in the steering wheel.

Jun mentioned that he knew some of the man’s friends, so he let you be with him and told Wonwoo that it’s okay for you to go home with the man you just met.

“What is happening to me…” Wonwoo whispered to himself as he parked his car in their driveway. He felt rage and jealousy inside of his system and it was eating him up. He hated it.

He hated your dreams.

For the next few weeks, Wonwoo and Jun got used to the endless excuses you gave them on why you couldn’t join them in breaks and study sessions. Mainly because they would always end up seeing you with the same man somewhere across the campus anyways.

Just like today. You told them that your anatomy professor has called an emergency meeting with the lab leaders, but you were across the field sharing laughter with the guy you met in the party.

“I know you’re a quiet guy, Wonwoo. But I told you, you should’ve used your voice for this one.” Jun broke the silence as he watched Wonwoo stare at the two familiar figures at the other end of the field.

“It��s hopeless now anyways.” Wonwoo replied as he took a bite of his sandwich.

Jun chuckled and spoke, “No, it’s not.”

That same day, Jeonghan took you out to meet his friends. Although the last few days with him have been great and you got along really well with his group of people, the feelings you expected from the man in your dreams to be isn’t meeting your mere expectations.

You watched as Jeonghan talked non-stop and made a fool out of himself in the small restaurant that you were gathered at. His personality sure was different from what he showcased in your dreams.

You never fully explained to Jeonghan how he was in your dreams, because you always wanted to see if your dreams could meet up to the real him. And you were doubting that scenario now.

You thought you liked Jeonghan. He made you smile and laugh, but as you sat there in silence, you start to realize that the reason why you were head over heels in the man in your dreams is because of the personality and characteristics that they showcased.

“Hey, you okay?” Jeonghan paused to whisper when he noticed you lost in your thoughts.

He smiled as you nodded at him and went back to talking to his friends. You slowly got lost in your thoughts again.

What if you only liked the Jeonghan that your head created,

And not the one that’s sitting here beside you?

Jun was surprised when you started hanging out with him again. He could see that you were distant from Jeonghan since you avoided his texts and calls a lot – and whenever he comes up to you in university, you would always act busy when you really weren’t.

This confuses Jeonghan. He has grown fond of you already in the short amount of time you spent together, and he really thought you felt the same way. But maybe he was wrong. Each time you avoided him and his calls, he started to doubt everything he believed him. Is he really losing you this fast?

Wonwoo was gone for the week due to a medical immersion, so it was only you and Jun in the library struggling to go through the thick textbook of Histology. And for the hundredth time that day, your phone rang. Jun watched you groan in frustration as you ended the call and turned off your phone.

“What’s up?” Jun asked as he closed the textbook that was in front of him. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he did the action back. You sighed and closed your book as well.

“Jun… What if I don’t really like Jeonghan?” You asked and he gave you a smile.

“I know you don’t.” He responded. You gave him a confused look, so he sat up straight in his chair to explain to you what he knows is the truth.

“Whenever you talk about the man in your dream, what’s the three main things that you always point out?” Jun asked,

“Mysterious. Reserved. Quiet.” You recited, but still didn’t get where this was going.

“See? You never focused on Jeonghan anyways, you were more attracted to the way he acted in your dream – which turned out to be the complete opposite of what he is.” Jun explained.

You knew he was right. Those are the thoughts in your head all along anyways. Hearing your best friends put it into words made the noises in your head quiet down because it just solved all of your unending questions.

Jun coughed which caught your attention again. Once again, he gave you a sly smile and spoke, “Now, think of someone we know that has that characteristics in real life, (y/n).”

You pondered around as you thought about the last thing that Jun said in the library. He refused to answer your questions as he continued to study afterwards – completely ignoring your existence.

A confused groan left your lips as you walked to your window to look at the surroundings for a while. After a few minutes, you see a bus pull up and down came Wonwoo who kindly bowed to the bus driver as he got off in front of his house.

Then it slowly hit you.

Jun was pertaining to Wonwoo.

You watch as he grabbed his luggage from the bus compartment before tapping the bus signaling that they were good to go. He caught you by surprise when he looked at your window which caused you to panic and run back to your bed.

The heartbeat of yours that was going crazy from a simple stare answered Jun’s question. You silently cursed at least thousands of curses at the same time as you hit your head in the pillows.

You liked Wonwoo, and it took you this long to realize.

When you first met Wonwoo, you were captivated at the way he was so silent and reserved. He didn’t have any friends in your class, so you wanted to change that. You convinced Jun enough to invite Wonwoo to be part of your trio group for Pharmacology. And that’s where it all started.

You couldn’t live without Wonwoo ever since then. Jun knew that. The way you talked endlessly about Wonwoo whenever it’s just Jun and you gave him enough evidence that you liked the guy. So, when you started dreaming about a random man, he knew that it was just your head playing with you because you haven’t recognized your own feelings yet.

As per Wonwoo, he stared at you like you stole all the stars in the galaxy for him. He loved the way you would tell him stories about everything and anything, he adored the way you try to get him out of his comfort zone, so he slowly found comfort in being with you.

Jun was over the moon when you finally told him that you liked Wonwoo as well. From the start, he knew that the two of you were meant to be together. He believed that opposites go well together – you being talkative and outgoing, while Wonwoo prefers to just listen and be alone.

And when Wonwoo heard the words, I like you, coming out of your mouth, he was in absolute shock. He never expected you to like him back, but there you both were. In each other’s arms never wanting to let go. But eventually, you did, because you still had one more thing to take care of.

“Glad you finally called back.” You look back and saw Jeonghan approaching you in the empty carpark beside the abandoned diner.

Jeonghan knew what was happening today. He wasn’t dumb to not see the look you and Wonwoo gave each other at school that morning. He always knew that Wonwoo had a thing for you, but he failed to see that you felt the same way.

Cause he always expected you to feel that for him.

“Jeonghan, I’m sorry…” You silently whispered after five long minutes of sitting beside each other at the yellow parking bumper.

“It’s okay. Don’t say sorry for the feelings that you can’t control.” Jeonghan replied. You stayed silent because you know he has more to say.

“Honestly, I just want to thank you for spending the last few weeks with me. At least I got to know someone as amazing as you,” Jeonghan said and turned to look into your eyes.

“You never showed up in my dreams, but don’t doubt me when I say, you slowly became the woman of my dreams.” He said with sincerity evident in his eyes.

You felt bad. You knew to yourself that you led him on, and he was just acting that he was okay. I mean, if someone tells you that you’re the person they’re constantly dreaming about, they’d expect so much from you.

“Thank you for everything, (y/n).” He smiled and stood up from the parking bumper to slowly walk away from you and you just watched.

But he suddenly paused to look back at you and spoke to you the last words that you’ll ever hear from him,

“But next time, let’s learn to separate dreams from the reality.”

[jaestay]

Evening full of surprises!

*I am re-posting because my last account got deleted :((*

Pairing: Bang Chan x Y/N

Genre: Smut and Fluff

Content/Warning: Established relationship, female reader, needy you, tiny public teasing, lingerie, nipple play, oral (m,f), smut,aftercare

Word count: 3,3k

It’s always a good day to flabbergast your boyfriend.

You have been together with Chris for more than a year, he know you, so does you. But when you saw a video on Tiktok where a girl send her boyfriend a sexy text message in public and seeing how flustrated he was, you knew you had to try it out.

Chris is sitting opposite to you while you were having dinner with couple of your friends and the boys. They were listening the stories of Jisung while he was living in Malaysia, his stories are always so fun to listen to. So while everyone was engrossed in the storytelling, you decided to text him, you type one of raunchiest memory you had together with him and hit the send button. Now you wait… 

After feeling a tiny buzz in his pocket Chris decide to check what’s going on. A confused expression quickly took over his face as he saw he had a text message and it was from you. He looked up at you but you nodded at him to check it out with a smirk. Without thinking much of your reaction he decided to check it out. You hide the urge to laugh as you saw his eye widen and his ears getting red quickly. He looks up at you again, you raise an eyebrow and gave him an innocent look, which you knew riled him up.

He goes back to his phone screen and thought about it a bit, after sometime he closed his phone a put it back in his pocket. Now it’s your phone that is buzzing, so knowing who it was you checked it with a smug smile, just because you knew he was looking. You laughed a bit at his reply “let’s see if you keep the same energy when we get home xx”.

But what Chris didn’t know at all was the fact you has another surprise for him.

While searching the web at work during your break, you found a great lingerie shop, even though you never tried anything like this before with him, you decided it was time to spice up things between you two. You quickly decided to order couple of them, one in red for fun and one in black because it’s his favorite color. You knew riling him up and reveling the surprise would be the best option, thus when you saw the video on your for you page you knew this was the move.

Everyone finished their dinner, you bid your goodbyes to your friends and the boys and started walking back to the car. While walking back, you chose to hold his arm and squeeze it close to your boobs as opposed to just holding his hand to let him know you are really needy. He looked at you in surprise and scoffed at you “calm it down until we get home, little one”. You look up at him, pouting and blushing at the same time.

Car ride was fairly quiet and unending. Your thoughts on how all this could end kept you restless and squeezing you thighs together every now and then, he noticed and slightly smiled at you. You squirmed a bit in surprise when he put his hands on your thighs, he laughed, a tiny “Relax” leaving his ample lips.

You finally reached your house, you jumped out and pulled him inside at the speed of the light. As soon as you were inside you tried to kiss his lips but he turned and you end up kissing his cheek. You pulled away and looked at him with pleading eyes.

He love toying with you and making you more eager than ever when you are needy for him and that’s exactly what he is doing right now. He looked at you, eyes full of desire yet playfulness, completely in contrast with your needy and lustful eyes. You whined at him as he walked away to the bathroom, to get ready for the night. Leaving you with nothing but only the need to wanting more, the more that you know he is capable enough to give it you now, although he is denying it.

You go into your shared room and start undressing, then another idea dawned on you as you smile mischievously, you decide to wait for him and then undress, as you sit at the end of your bed.

After sometime while you were on your phone, he comes in his black t-shirt and a basketball shorts completely ready to see how much needier you can be. As he got on the bed to get ready for sleep, you start your game as you decide to put an end to his silent game.

You stand in front of your bed facing him backwards as you unzip your dress. As you pull the shoulders down you turned around to catch a red faced, mouth opened Chris. You smiled sweetly at him while looking up, you take of your dress and your stiletto heels painfully slowly, admiring each of his tiny reactions and crawl while arching your back insanely towards Chris, who stared at you while gulping loudly.

He knew you were up to something but not this. Not the sexiest thing he has ever seen on you. In his eyes you looked stunning with your silky hair flowing over you sexy lacy lingerie set, exposing everything more than needed and your killer thighs on full display to his shiny eyes. As he was admiring you so hungrily you stand on your knees above him looking down at him you say “like what you see baby?” breaking him from trance.

He was still in awe, he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him, and so you decide to tease him this time. Your boobs rub against his face as you reach the bedside table to close all your bedroom lights, leaving on only the fairy lights that adore your room in warm yellow hue, creating the best mood to end the night.

He takes in your scent as he close his eyes and put his hands over your hips. You immediately push him closer to you as your needier self came forward, feeling his nose pressed against your breast, you absent-mindedly start to grind against him making both of you let out whiny moans. But suddenly, you push him away as you remember how he denied your kiss earlier. He looked at you with a puzzled expressing, you only glare at him.

Coming back and looking deep into his inflamed eyes you try to kiss him again, this time he did stay and accepted your kiss, you squealed in glee and the night start to begin. He pulled you in to his lap and you put your hand behind his neck and back, pressing yourself against him as you deepened the kiss much more.

This kiss was everything you were waiting for, from the second you put on this lingerie- rough, intimate and full of passion. His manly scent and taste made you let out a moan, as it was time for something more. You started to grind against him again, because he wasn’t wearing any underwear under his basketball shorts you could feel him in detail, this made you twitch a bit, making him pull back and look at you.

“When did you plan all this?” he asked as you let out heavy breaths over his nose.

“At work, thought you would enjoy this, baby! Why, don’t you like it?” while planning all this you were so excited you didn’t think that he may don’t like this, worry starts overtaking you, maybe you are taking a bit too far-

“NO, I mean I love it, baby you look ethereal and so sexy in black”

“Really? I choose black just for you”

“Thank you baby, you really are precious”

“Precious?”

“Yes, my angel”

From there on you two moved to your love making state, where he took your lips while holding your face and you sink in to his lips and his scent. His lips felt almost too good against your lips that you got lost in it until you felt the familiar poke at you hip, you decided to free his erection out his shorts.

He moaned into your kiss as you started slightly stroking him. You both let out a moan as he moved on to kissing and nipping you neck while you cupped and circled his tip with your hand. His kisses moved on from your neck to you boobs, with him adoring with his eyes your lace covered nipples which were poking through.

He pulled away and pinched your nipples as you left a loud moan, at the same time you unknowingly you squeezed his hard on in your hands, making him twitch a bit. His lips quickly found your lacy nipples as he sucks it without removing your bra, adoring it just the way it was presented to him. You continue moan as you feel your pussy throb when he started to bite him. You put your other hand on his hair and pull him as you start to clench around nothing.

“Can I suck you, please?” you ask looking deep into his eyes while you continue stroking him.

“Does princess want to put that pretty mouth to use?” he ask you, teasing you, pulling your nipples.

“y-yes w-want to please you.” You whine and moan around his lips as he comes to leave you a last kiss before making you go down on him.

You move swiftly, and when you go down on him you arch your back so he can see the rest of your lace covered ass. He breathes in bit and grunt at you as he take him in to your mouth. He growled when you put his tip in your mouths. You didn’t hold back as your tongue worked wonders on his tip especially up and down on his slit.

He bucked his hips at you so decide to take all of his length without letting him know, he let out one of his deep moan which you love hearing from him, because it let you know that you are doing it right.

Amidst all of this, you take one of his hand put on it on top of your head to let him know you want him to use you. He didn’t hesitate a minute as he bought both of his hand forward and pulled your hair in a ponytail and started thrusting in to your mouth, you gagged loudly when it hits the back of your throat, he slowly pushed you until your nose reach his skin, tickling him a bit.

Just as he pushed you, suddenly you were out of breath so you tapped his legged, he quickly pulled you away, making you take a huge deep breathe while a mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva poured out of your mouth.

Concern overtakes him “What’s your color, princess?”

“Green, I’m fine” you say trying to smile while you were heavy breathing. His concerns about you and his care in his eyes while he looked at you endearingly, bought a pool of wetness between your legs.

He continued to use your mouth couple of time until he started bucking uncontrollably, you were pushed away to witness a Chris in pure bliss as he had enjoyed every movement and corners of your hot mouth. He moans was never ending as he holding himself back from coming, trying to edge himself so he can finish inside you, his favorite place to end everything.

He smiled to you as he came back to earth. He suddenly picked you up and laid you softly down, you smiled in anticipation as you back hit the soft mattress.

He kissed you deeply and you moaned into kiss as you rub against him, he once again continued his action as he moved swiftly to kiss and lick your ears, then your neck, then he moved to your collarbone, to your plump breast, to your stomach, and at last kissing your womanhood, making you whimper loudly. Through each and every kiss you felt his love and also his thankfulness for your little surprise.

He pulled his shirt off and his pants down and threw it on the floor, you looked at him hungrily enjoying every bit of his Greek god physic, and he honestly is a blessing to your eyes. When you stopped admiring him, you went on to remove your lingerie which you were still wearing, he stopped you, “No baby, you I wanna fuck you in this”, you clenched around nothing as his word lit fire inside you.

He pushed your legs apart and bend down getting a whiff your oozing pussy juices, which were making a mess of your lacy panties just for him. He pushed it aside and gave your pussy lips a delicate kiss, which had you twitching and moaning out of your vulnerability, finally getting the attention that you were looking for from the start.

He moved rapidly, pressing his nose against your pussy fold and didn’t hesitate taking big and long licks, he hummed in enjoyment of how good you tasted, the vibration making you grab his hair and push him close.

While eating you out like it’s his last meal he looked up to see you, you were moaning, mouth agape, saliva dripping out. He broke form the trance when your legs started to shake, the familiar knot being awfully good feeling to you, you cried his name out, not caring if the neighbors hear, at this moment nothing mattered other than his lips and tongue exploring your pussy.

You wailed loudly when his tongue tried to get inside your hole, you shudder as you were ready to explode. The sudden stop from him made you look up through tears “wanna see you cum around my cock, pup”, he excused himself as he reach over to the bedside table and picked out a condom, he quickly ripped it open, but you snatched it out of his hand.

“May I?” you asked while still shaking but with determination.

“You may, my pretty girl”. You took it out and put it on him, you quickly started rolling it as you put it on him, teasingly but not slowly, you look up at him, he grunted as his eyes rolled back.

Without holding back he pushed you down, spread your legs and while holding your hips tightly he started to push in. Both of you moaned loudly as you felt the tightness around each other. The sting of spreading you open is always difficult to get used to first but nothing you didn’t know how to manage. As he pushed all of him in, bottoming it out, your eyebrows furrowed in discomfort.

Noticing this quickly he started doing what you like. Kissing obviously but also dirty talking.

“Is this what you have been waiting all day princess, to be filled up to the brim with my cock? Look at you so sexy, lace is for sure your thing.” You moaned softly at his words as the bad feeling started to fade away.

“I can’t wait to fill your insides with my cum, my little cum bucket, more than anything I can’t wait you to cum around my cock”. Your pussy throbbed and you clenched so tightly at his words, moaning so loudly, you collected yourself and uttered couple of “Move, please” to him.

Without hesitation, he started to fuck you slowly but with long strokes. He lowered himself close to your ears and started to growl and grunt inside your ears. “Fuck you are so tight around me, babe”

“Harder, please” you wail as you feel every bit of him inside you. Every vein and every bump of him inside you felt so delicious finally filling you up and moving just the way you wanted him.

He reacted quickly and started fucking in to your pussy with no mercy, gripping you hip so hardly with one hand and choking your side of your neck to increase your pressure, with the other hand.

The pressure on your neck and his cock dragging inside you is sending you to overdrive, you started feeling the familiar knot inside you but you hold yourself back by clenching immensely back, so you can stay in this euphoric moment of pleasure a little bit more.

“Fuck baby, stop clenching so hard or I will come” he stopped and pulled out he also wanting preserver this feeling of pristine pleasure for as long as he can.

He moved and entered again, missionary was his favorite position with you as he has an amazing perspective of your body but also your face, letting out emotions and grimaces only he sees, in your intimate hours.

He moved quickly, hard and long strokes adoring your insides, he feels so good, he cock feel so good, you truly are blessed with him.

You look at him, his sweaty face, red plump lips, and his sweat glistening abs, all of this made him look unreal. Tiny breathes and grunts that left him made you close to the edge again. He utterly will be the end of you.

“I’m close, Chrissy” you moaned whiny at him, “I wanna cum, can I cum, please?”

“Yes angel, I’m close too, release yourself on me, and don’t close your mouth, I wanna hear how good I am making you feel.” His words sent to an intense orgasm. Chris taking care you when you lose yourself is where you really thanked him, especially in moments like this where he was patient and put you and your pleasure first rather than his.

He let you completely lose yourself, you clenched and bucked your hips, breathy moans leaving you as you edged, and going blank, you cannot think of anything other than his name which you shout as you end your orgasm. As you stopped clenching you feel him twitch and his strokes getting sloppy.

“Fuck, baby girl” he shouted as he finished inside the condom. He thrusted as he milked himself ending everything inside you.

You smile at him, as both of tired catch your breath and come down from your high.

“Your hair is a mess” he laughed and kissed you, his raspy voice making him look so sexy.

You winced as he pulled himself out, as you were still so sensitive from your love making. He stood up and took off his condom, you pouted at him. Making him let out a little laugh.

“I’m just gonna grab a towel to clean you up, sweet stuff”  he went to your shared bathroom quickly dampened a towel and came to you, he started wiping your face from all the sweat and saliva, leaving tiny kisses on your closed eyes. He moved on to your hand wiping them sweetly, leaving kisses there too.

“Be careful, Chris” you winced at your raspy voice, “It still hurts”

“Sorry princess, did I go too hard on you?” he apologized as he started wiping your womanhood slowly and careful trying not to hurt you.

“Don’t worry babe, you were perfect” you said trying to stroke his hair and put it in place. You didn’t want to admit it but you were jealous of how calm and in order he was after your love making, whereas you still could not move or think as your mind was still a little blank from the orgasm.

“This lingerie does look mesmerizing on you” he noted as he started to take it off of you. You arched your back so he can remove it easily.

“Thank you baby, glad I can make you happy” you smiled back at him, as he went for a deep kiss, which you gladly gave in.

“Goodnight angel” he kisses you forehead at last as he pulled the comforter over you, pulling you into his chest.

“Goodnight Chrissy”.

[shuuen-no-cimory]

Disgusting Gratitude (An FGO Ashiya Douman fanfic)

This was a fanfic I wrote after lurking on twitter for so long just to find threads about Douman (the historical person). And yeah, find a real nice stuff on an account specifically created to post the stuff (real kudos for DOUMANFAN_ on twitter. Using machine translate is hard but I’m glad I can find stories of him). This is a what-if story if Alter Ego was summoned on Chaldea but instead by already experienced Ritsuka, it was Ritsuka when she was about to start her Grand Order. There might be some OOC but I hope it wasn’t too much ;w;

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Chaldea's ever white walls stand tall and firm as far as he can see. It's rather empty, only the tapping sound of his boots bounces around as he swiftly walk. As storm raging madly behind the closed-off glass, the Onmyoji eyeing the unending hallway as he make his way to his Master's room. His Master,

Fujimaru Ritsuka, the supposedly last master of Chaldea at the time. The 'savior' who saved the world from Goetia's annihilation of humanity. The one who went through four Remnants and slayed him on Shimousa. The one who later, ironically enough, turn into the exterminator of Lostbelts, all for the sake of Pan-human history. The one who tore down his Mandala Hell Tree. Such titles his Master has,

Or that's what his Master supposed to be.

Right now Ritsuka is just a child who just experienced her first Singularity, whose fire on her eyes still burning with hope and passion. So green, so naive, that's the Master that command him right now. He's already ready to serve under her the time he was registered into Throne of Heroes, yet he never prepared to meet her in such state of her life.

If there's something more laughable than his repetitive defeats, then it is the fact that he was summoned by Master of Chaldea who was yet tainted by the harsh future.

Of course his appearance was making some curious uproar. An Alter Ego? Ashiya Douman? Even the Director can't believe it at first and had to rechecked multiple times to make sure the system didn't make any mistake. His tiny Master was even more curious than anyone else, for she was never heard of a servant with an Alter Ego class. He can remember how she tilted her head in confusion, "Huh... Alter Ego? Not a Caster?" My condolence to her, what a woe she has to face in the distant future once he understand why such form of him ever exist.

Nonetheless, this is a great opportunity indeed. With no one ever experience, so much to remember what he yet to do in the future, he can deceive them perfectly. By presenting himself as the mere Ashiya Douman, one of the renowned Onmyoji, the rival of Abe no Seimei, yes, his disguise is perfect.

But really, dealing with such a green Master was such a hassle. According to her, it was the director's advice for her to get to know her servants for a better teamwork on future mission. Since then, she'd come to Douman and talk about various thing with him. Sometimes she'd just ask him about the mission they had done, sometimes it is just some idle chats about what he likes, how he felt about being in Chaldea, what does he thinks about the other servants. Among those talk, he can remember one that quite piqued his interest.

"Douman-sensei," she called his name as he poured tea to her glass. He replied with an everchanging smile, "What can I help my Master with today?" As she thanked him after receiving her glass, she calmly spoke, "When I was small, my granpa used to tell me stories about you and the Onmyojis a lot," her eyes filled with tender reminiscence, "He would tell stories about you quite often too, but how was the life of Onmyoji like?"

Douman who was about to sip his tea stopped for a moment, "Nnnn, you sure a curious one, aren't you, Master?" he was silent as he sips the tea calmly, "But are you sure you want to hear the story of this humble servant of yours?"

"Of course!" she excitedly bounce on her seat, but quickly she cleared her throat and bring her calm demeanor which fits the tea drinking atmosphere back. "I-I mean, sure, Douman-sensei. It will be a p-pleasure to hear it from you," trying her best to suppress her excitement, Ritsuka was turned groggy instead. How cute, he said in silence. That afternoon, he attend his Master much like a teacher to their pupil. Stories from a distant past, as he recalled story after story, he saw her face filled with so much expressions. Sometimes she'd shine with awe, sometimes she'd knit her eyebrows in sympathy, sometimes she'd laugh heartfully.  That afternoon was exhausting indeed, but it was quite a remarkable memory for him.

As he finished reminiscing his time on Chaldea, his feet stopped in front of his Master's room. He was asked by a Vinci to checked on her, although the light-haired director seemed to despise the idea at first. Of course, Douman is well aware thar Romani Archaman must've been wary of him, an extremely strange servant summoned by Chaldea system. Even so, Da vinci still let him carry the request on and thus, here he is.

Gently, he knocked the door, "Master," he called her, "May I come in?"

Just as he knock it, the door opened by itself. A vulnerably clumsy Master she is, letting her room unlocked like this.

When he enter the room, she was on her work desk, head buried by various books and notes. Her back raise and drop in a steady rhythm as she breathe calmly. The monitor of her computer lit up her unmoving figure. She's asleep in her table just like that in her shirt and short pants. Truly, truly vulnerable... A tiny flicker ignite inside him, flame that asked for her destruction in such state. But of course he had to control himself, it is not the time yet. A reward for fortitude will be fruitful in the end, thus he needs to wait.

To suppress the raging feelings, he walk toward with the only wish to wake her up. His hand reached out to her, but then his eyes trails off from her. Without shrinking his hand away, he blinks silently at the heaps of books, specifically the words that written on top of it. Words that re just.... extremely familiar to him. His sharp nails trailed from one book to another. "The Guide of Harima Kuni", "The story of Abe-no-Seimei", "The Record of Heian Era", and to his surprise, "Ashiya Douman: the Story of Renowned Onmyoji." Of course he can recall them, of course. It was all the books that talks about him and his stories, his past. At the opened books, he can see some scribbles and tapped notes all over. He picked one and inspect it. The notes were mostly filled with questions and reviews. There, he can read something like 'Is he really like that?', or 'So this is what happen!' written with some emojis and doodles. The scribbles on the other hand were meant to highlight some points of the books that seemed to interest her. Moving his eyes from her table, he saw her monitor shows a map that was marked in various places. There he read on top of it was the name 'Kishi, Nishikanki-Cho'. Accompanied the map was some websites that was filled with stories and talks about his hometown, specifically about the history of Onmyoji. He can't help but smile, a genuine smile that he wasn't so acquainted with. 'This Master truly was not joking when she said she wanted to know more about this Douman,' he thoughts as the fire of hatred that reside in him for the moment has gone. In a spur of moment, he felt a little pity for her who had to work hard just to know more about him. The least he can do for her was to spare her some proper sleep by lay the girl on her bed. Gently while making sure she won't woken up, he picked her off her seat. The tiny body on his arm felt way different than the person he saw back in Heian-kyo Lostbelt. The girl that stopped him back then was way sterner and rougher, here the lady on his arm is amicably powerless like a sitting duck.

As he laid her down, she suddenly grabbed her clothes. Douman was about to jump until he hears her slow breathe was still the same as before. Ah, sure, she's probably did it unconsciously. Slowly, he hold the hand that clutched onto him and release it. The owner in question meekly murmur in her sleep when she's completely laid down on her bed, "Granpa... Can you... Tell me Douman-sensei... story again..." she said. He can't help but laughed a bit at how childlike his Master act right now. Tucked her comfortably, he left her to clean up her table. That's when he found something,

Seems like the book was covered by her face when she asleep then, but there was written in a side of her notebook, a tiny note. Douman picks her book and slowly read it. It was unmistakably her handwriting, complete with her little doodles.

"Granpa, I found Douman-sensei! He's so cool just like you told me. I will work hard too so I can be as awesome like him. I promise you!"

There was a little drop of water on the notes, but it didn't bother him much. It was... what a disgusting note it is.

Wanted to be like him? Why? To be like a complete failure of an Onmyoji like him... That is truly a laughable notion. How pitiful for someone ever wanted to be an underdog like him. Someone, who is renown for his villainy over his rival that he was never able to usurp... He reads more notes and books that lays on her table as he clean it up. All those books... Some of them said of how he was a beloved for his own people, some said how he was a pride for his hometown, some said how they are grateful for his achievement.

His heart swells, he turned off the light on his master room. His heart swells. He stroked Ritsuka's fair hair as he made his way out of the room. His heart swells. He closed the door and make sure it was secured.

His heart swells, for all those emotion he feels gobbled him up.

Is all alien to him. All that gratefulness are nothing he ever heard.

It was disgusting,

Disgusting,

But he is unmistakably feels warm.

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End note: Ngl I feel like Grand Order Guda calling Douman as Douman-sensei sounds awesome and fits nicely. She was pretty new to this stuff so she might be still rather meek with her servants. And then, Douman himself was still a pretty renowned Onmyoji thus giving him some respect sounds just right

[whitherliliesbloom]

a setting star, a rising sun

[ ffxivwrite2020 ] ★ [ my writings ] [ prompt #14 - part ]

[ ardbert & wol ] ★ [ 1,411 words ] ★ [ 5.3 spoilers ]

azem centric. ardbert and illya centric. mentions hythlodaeus and emet-selch. 

‘an amount or section which, when combined with others, makes up the whole of something.’

the color of your souls tells the tale

Of what hue does your soul shine?

The voice echoes like ripples on still water within this chamber, whose only audience was the emptiness around it. And yet it reached out into the dark desperately, and grabbed hold of the sole source of light that it could find and clutched it tightly onto its chest. 

A broken soul wished with all its might, onto the memories of its fallen brethren and let out a cry of defiance in the dark. And it swore, even until the end and even beyond, that its soul will keep fighting. That it swears - not even death will it allow their will and determination die out.

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The peculiarity of Illya’s dreams have grown increasingly more vivid and strange lately. No longer did she find herself jolting up in the middle of the night in cold sweat, but she wouldn’t exactly describe those dreams to be pleasant either.

Thought provoking would be an apt way of describing them - dreams that would leave the young woman sitting up on the bed, eyes dazed as they stared up onto the ceiling in solemn contemplation. Accompanied by a tinge of regret at her prematurely waking up before she could fully comprehend the meaning behind her dreams, there would be confusion, awe.. and a strange melancholy that hasn’t washed away since Emet-Selch’s passing.

Or perhaps that melancholy has always been present within her. She just hadn’t realized it until recently.

As she sat up on her bed and pushed the bangs of her hair away from her eyes, she’d glanced out the window upon the still dark morning sky, though obscured naught by a single black cloud. And in the horizon, she sees the light in the dark - the crystal tower. A living beacon that served as proof of all that she’s been through - all that they’ve been through.

Her dream had been of Ardbert, this time.. of the familiarity that was his company, and the warmth his soul brought to her as they reunited as one.

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“I’ve always wondered, Illya..” 

“Wondered...? About what?” 

The starry night sky that hung above Lakeland wasn’t quite enough comfort for Ardbert to be able to allow himself to rest for the night - not that he would truly be able to. He’d all but forgotten the concept of being hungry and tired since he’d become a wandering spirit. But the point still stood that something bothered him enough to feel the need to speak and keep his only companion from getting the rest she well deserved.

He’d gazed out the window, before turning back to walk to her bedside, and Illya props herself up onto her elbows as courtesy when he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Why is it that you feel so familiar to me?”

Illya’s eyes widen at the suddenness of his question, and though Ardbert was quick to chuckle and attempt to shake his thoughts off, she let out a hum in response.

“It may seem strange.. but I’ve always felt the same way too.”

The man glances back, and even in the absence of a lamplight, she could see his lips pulled agape in surprise. 

“Really? You do?”

“Well.. not exactly in the same way you would think of an old friend.” The twelve knows that they most definitely hadn’t met on good terms, even if it had been a matter of circumstances and misunderstandings. “But it’s more like.. I don’t feel uneasy around you.”

“Well, I would hope you didn’t! You’re the only person I have to talk to, you know.” Ardbert jests with a playful smile, and Illya’s brows furrow with a puff of her cheeks.

“T-that’s not what I meant.” 

Illya didn’t exactly enjoy being teased, not by Ardbert and his boisterous laughter, no less.. But it was a welcome respite from the perils of the life she’s committed herself to, life as the Warrior of Darkness. 

“Nah, I get you.” She hears him huff. Raising a hand up, Ardbert let his palm rest against the top of head, or at least where he believed his hand would be had he a corporeal form. There’s a tinge of regret and sadness when she fails to feel the weight of his hand upon her head, but she manages to smile nonetheless at the comfort his words brought. “It’s the familiarity of something beyond what we understand.. beyond what we can explain. Just as I wonder if there is yet a place for me in this world, perhaps there is a reason behind our meeting.”

Had that not been the very same words he’d said to her before? That fate must have surely pulled them together and entwined their stories, when they of two separate worlds were never meant to meet in the first place. That if there is a reason why he’d endured for as long as he has, it must be a reason that was worth fighting for too. 

But he utters those words to her now not with contempt or doubt, but with a sincerity that she believes in and returns in a hundred folds. 

“It’s weird how well we understand each other.” Illya murmurs, and she can still remember the chuckle Ardbert had let out.

“Really? It feels right to me.”

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She couldn’t quite understand Hythlodaeus’ words when she’d heard them, when Ardbert had been present beside her to hear of the ancient being’s speak of their souls.

“In our time, the two of you were one.”

And if she had to be honest, she still cannot claim to fully understand what it was that man.. that being who had called her a friend had wanted her to realize. Hythlodaeus felt familiar - just as Ardbert had.. just as the city of Amaurot had.. and it brought her no small amount of trepidation and fear right until her confrontation with Emet-Selch. 

Hades.. even as he stood opposed to her, felt familiar. The darkness and cries of his people felt so familiar that it shook her to her core. And it’d frightened her, almost to the point of inaction.

“Take it. We fight as one.” 

Ardbert knew. She’d realized that the moment he took the axe upon his back and held it out to her. His words were almost a mirror of Hythlodaeus, and in his final moments he’d looked at her with a familiarity that spoke of an unending love and hope.. one that resided within the core of who she was. Within his eyes, she saw the world he did.. and when his soul had merged with hers, it felt as if every emotion, every little joy, sadness and pain Ardbert had endured on his journey had become a part of her.

His strength was her own to wield, and it was he who gave her the courage to confront that familiarity headlong. 

She never did get to ask him after what it was that he meant, was robbed of the chance to even say goodbye as his consciousness faded and bled into her soul. 

But she didn’t have to. 

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Azem’s crystal sat on her bedside table, still emitting its faint orange hue and warmth that Illya could only describe as being nostalgic and melancholic. She takes her time to rise from the bed and get herself dressed, ridding the tangles in her hair with deliberately slow strokes with a brush. 

Illya looks upon her reflection in the mirror, of the woman she can scarce recognize, and yet a visage that feels familiar and right all the same. And within her own eyes, she finds the courage to finally reach out and grab Azem’s crystal... her crystal, and tucks it safely away into her breast pocket, where it would sit closest to her heart. 

Dawn arrives and bathes Eorzea in a warm orange glow. The day is greeted by the rising of the sun above the horizon, its rays of light peeking up as if to tease her, to urge her to action. And soon, the stars will fade, as will the life and memories she’d left behind.

Were Ardbert here, would he have chosen the same?

Illya berates herself for the foolish question, daring herself to step outside with a confident smile upon her face. She already knows his answer, because it has and always will be the same as hers.

I won’t bid you farewell. Your story.. our story hasn’t ended yet. 

[yeojaa]

SUGAR HIGH, chapter ii. (w. JJK)

You're not entirely sure when it happened, though you'd come to terms with it. You'd counted the days, waiting for the inevitable. You'd truly thought you'd be okay, but by the broken, half-beating thing in your chest - you knew you'd never really been prepared.

alt summary.  You thought you’d known real love and maybe you had - it just wasn’t with who you thought.

pairing.  jeon jungkook.  mentions/involvement of ot7.

tags.  angst, break up, post-break up, comfort, OT7, slow burn, friendship, moving on, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional bagge, fluff, canon compliant, jeon jungkook is bad at feelings, jeon jungkook is a good friend, jeon jungkook is a sweetheart.

rating.  general (for now?)

word count.  ~2250

chapter 2.  When the Morning Comes

You're reminded of who you were before him - full of wonder and life.  You remember who was at your side, skipping in the street and screaming up at the stars with you.  You think maybe it isn't so bad.

You've never been a heavy sleeper - though some would say differently. You take hours to fall asleep, drifting just at the periphery of dreams for what seems like forever. You startle easily, drawn from sandman's enticing embrace by any shift in your surroundings. You also snore, as everyone likes to remind you, but that doesn't mean anything.

The sound of knocking catches your attention slowly. It feels like a half-remembered dream, the incessant tap tap tap barely breaking the haze of sleep.  

Then the familiar ring of your phone pulls you further past the barrier of la la land.  This surprises you, yanking your spine upward and nearly causing you to knock the device off your pillow.  You'd set it to Do Not Disturb and yet here it was, drowning out the sound of your complaints like it was its job.

You fumble, fingers still tingling from being cradled beneath your head all night, and swipe at the screen.  Your best friend's face stares back to you right before the screen goes black and the knocking resumes.

"I'm coming!" 

The shout is a garbled mess, throat hoarse from sleep and perhaps, the endless crying you've done the past few days.  You're up before you can think anything of it, eager to cease unrelenting noise that feels like a drill straight to the temple.  You don't even have time to consider how he knows you're here before you've stumbled out of your bedroom and all but run to the front door.  If you had, you might've been ready.

Jungkook is rocking from foot to foot, the strap of his backpack digging into his shoulder.  He leans his forehead against the door frame, frustration evident in the slope of his shoulders and squared turn of his jaw.  A yawn presses past pursed lips, barely stifled by the wide hand that rises to catch it. 

He's tired.  God, he's so tired.

He'd come here directly after he'd landed.  Really, he hadn't had a choice.

Not when Minji had texted him asking if he'd seen you since being back, asked whether you were doing any better.  It hadn't been her fault that he'd nearly choked on his coffee when the question had appeared on his screen, little Katalk bubble a practical punch to the gut. 

No, it 'd been your fault - but he could never fault you for this.  Not when he knew how hard it was.

Losing the person you loved was never easy.  It had happened to him the day you'd met Seunghoon, after all.

You've swung open the door, standing in the doorway in your over-sized sweatpants and crumpled tee shirt, strands of of spun-gold more akin to a hay bale than a crown.  Sleep lingers in your gaze, pulls lids lower over your melancholy stare, and it takes you a moment to truly realize who stands before you.  In fact, your body responds before your mind can catch up, feet carrying you over the threshold of your apartment and into the widespread arms of your best friend.

"Kookie."  The word falls like a prayer, reverence lacing the seldom-used nickname.  It disappears into the width of his chest, the softly worn black tee shirt muffling the hiccup that jumps off your tongue, drawn forth by emotion you can't quite keep down.

His bag sits on the ground forgotten as he embraces you like he hasn't seen you in years - and it feels just as long.  He hasn't been home in too long.

"I'm here."  

You hiccup once more and immediately regret it, a storm of sadness sweeping you up as they sound fills the cavern of his hug.  Before you realize it, you're unloading, fully sinking into Jungkook's comforting hold.  

It doesn't matter that he's younger than you - just barely, but still something you remind him of at every opportunity, much to the amusement of his hyungs - or that you're whispering apologies against the now-damp cotton of his shirt.  He cradles you like he could hold you here, trapped in this tiny reprieve while the sky storms down upon you.  He holds you like you're porcelain, like you could break at any moment, like you aren't already coming apart at the seams.

You stand like that for what seems like forever, his large palms rubbing soothing circles across your back.  His chin rests gently atop your head, ignoring the way your baby hairs tickle his nose.  He notes the way your roots are starting to grow in more, the inky black a stark contrast to the honey blonde you've been modelling for the past few months.

He feels more than sees the way you slump against him, tired.  You're breathing quietly now - he can feel each rise and fall of your shoulders as you regulate the intake of air - and he shifts. 

"As nice as this is, let's go inside, okay?"  This elicits a partial laugh, halfhearted and wet.  He doesn't mind though, because then you're shifting, allowing him to usher you back into the warmth of your apartment.  His large palm never leaves your side, thumb settling with practiced familiarity against the dip of your hip, while he scoops up his backpack with his free hand.

Once inside, Jungkook reminds himself he hasn't been here in years.  Still, it feels familiar.  That's nice.

With the door carefully shut behind him, lock twisted, he focuses once more on you.  There's a grief in his eyes, steeped deep in the brown of his irises.  It presents itself when he tilts his head, inspecting you from beneath a frame of chocolate and teal.  

You look so small, folded in upon yourself as you pick at the edges of your nails.  You're frayed at the edges from tearing yourself apart and being torn apart.  

It breaks his heart.

So he does what he knows how, what he's known for.  He steps forward, drifting a long finger through your tousled mess of bedhead, and flashes the most endearing grin he can.  "You really need to do your roots," he teases, tugging gently on what used to be a uniform ringlet before tucking it neatly behind your ear.  The smile doesn't fully reach his eyes.  Or perhaps, it's your own misery reflected back at you from the person who knows you best.

"Shut up, Jungkook."  You're mumbling as you move, feet shuffling from cold floor to the fuzzy area rug.  Your knees hit the couch before you meet his eyes, offering a grateful smile.

He feigns offense, hand sprawling across his chest as if your words were bullets.  So much for being a bulletproof boy scout, you think, as he settles down beside you, immediately drawing you into the crook of his elbow.  Still, he says nothing as you two settle back into the same comfortable silence you've always known, the only sound your occasional sniffling and his wide, unobstructed yawns.

Then it dawns on you.

"How did you know I was here?"  

It's shame more than anything that has you pulling away, neck craning to get a good look at him.  You feel awful as you inspect him, taking in the heaviness under his eyes, the sleepy turn of his Bambi eyes.  He looks like he hasn't slept well in ages, though you're sure he'd say it was simply a consequence of his lifestyle.  

As expected, he makes some sort of dismissive motion, as if that answers your question.  He's surveying the room, taking in everything that has changed - and all that hasn't. 

You remain silent, waiting for a proper response, and level him with a stare he squirms under.

"Minji messaged me," he finally answers in a rush.

You're about to proclaim, words forming around indignation.  Not at her or at him, but yourself.  You know they're both only trying their best to be here for you.  To sooth the ache as best they can, by filling your cracks with their love and unending goodness.  It brings a fresh round of tears to your eyes, little pinpricks of emotion softening your gaze until his expression is but a blown-out silhouette of disappointment.

"I'm just confused why you didn't tell me."

The hurt that colours his words black and blue make you want to leap out of your skin.  You'd never wanted to do this to him.

"I'm so sorry," you begin strong, the apology a plead and a promise - to never lock him out again.  Not from the house you'd built together all those years ago, pieced together into an imperfect masterpiece.  "You're just... so far away.  And that's not your fault.  You've got so much going on and I'm so happy for you.  I love that for you.  I know how important this is to you and how hard it is.  I didn't want to take away from any of that."

You're fiddling with your hands again, not meeting his eyes as you speak.  

You only look up when he's pulling you to him, all but dragging you into his lap.  Your head finds a home in the space between his head and shoulder and you settle there, forehead hot against the curve of his neck.  

He hasn't held you like this in a long time.  It wouldn't have been appropriate. 

But here and now, it feels exactly like home.  You want to capture his warmth in clear glass jars and display them for everyone to see.  You want to wear his hugs like the lining of a coat.  His arms beckon you back, like a bed you've been away from for too long.

"Soomi-ah, you'll never bother me.  Not even if I'm across the world."

There's a finality to his words - something that makes you feel foolish for thinking you ever would.  It makes your arms wrap around his neck as you nod, not saying a word in response.  You know he understands.

"I'm still sorry."  You finally manage, peering up at him and drawing a quiet chuckle from his chest.  You're so close to him that his face has become unfocused.  The flutter of an eyelash, a quirk of his lip, the flash of teeth as he drags his bottom lip between them.  You don't see the way he rolls his eyes but feel the shift of his limbs, long and lean as he rests his feet against your coffee table.  You feel it when he flicks your forehead gently, patting the side of your head with the other. 

He doesn't need to say anything.  He knows you understand. 

"Are you tired?"  It's almost a whisper but you know he hears you as he hums, head just barely lolling back against the soft back of the couch.  "I'm guessing you didn't sleep on the plane?  You can take my bed, you know--"

"Here's fine."  The return cuts you off, effectively ending your apologetic rambling. 

Nodding to yourself, you move to extract yourself from his limbs but are effectively held in place by a hand on your hip and an arm around your knees.  Jungkook seems perfectly intent on sitting here, framed in the late morning light filtering through the windows.  "You're so stubborn," you muse.  Still, you feel lighter now, as if he's taken on some of the weight.  Your own personal Atlas. 

You wonder if you'll ever be able to repay his kindness.

You hope, as you drag the soft grey throw over the back of the couch over your bodies, that you can. 

When you stir, clawing past the edges of sleep, the sun has just disappeared over the horizon and your home is bathed in diffused light.  Beneath you, Jungkook is curled around your petite form, his delicate snores breaking the cozy silence.  He's still sound asleep, un-moving save for the occasional twitch of his fingers or readjustment of his cheek against your head. 

You do your best not to disturb him, allowing yourself to remain cocooned in his embrace as you study the ink on his hands, stark black a contrast to the gold of his skin.  You admire the way his knuckles shift when he adjusts, the neatly-trimmed crescents of his nails.  His watch is loose on his wrist, the weight of it resting heavy against your knees. 

You try to memorize this feeling, commit it to the back's of your eyelids when they flutter shut in satisfaction.

"I'm hungry."

His rough, dream-laced voice draws your attention as he presses his face into your hair.  He inhales once, twice, what he imagines sunshine and first love smells like.  His grip moves, hand under your thigh as he draws your legs straight out to sprawl across the loveseat, massaging comforting figure eights into the joint of your knee when one cracks from the change in posture.

"Then I'll make you food."  As if it's the most obvious answer in the world, you inspect Jungkook's adorable, drowsy face, the softest expression upon your own.  Your hand closes the distance, powder soft skin patting the expanse of his cheek before settling easily against the curve of his jaw.  "Take a shower first, though.  I've got some of your clothes in your old drawer."

You're up and out of his lap before he has time to react, standing uneasily on legs that cramp the moment feet meet the floor.  You cast him a shy smile when he steadies you without asking, gently caressing his mop of dark hair.

"Kimchijeon sound okay?" 

"Always."

You hum, pleased by his easygoing nature, and disappear around the corner. "Now go get decent."

notes.   because i don't really know where this story ends, i apologize if the pacing is off. i’m just trying to keep these two kids wrapped up in this cotton candy castle for as long as i can. as always, feedback deeply appreciated. <3

[sierracolorstheworldofwords]

Hey! I saw your requests were open and couldn’t resist asking for something about Wilford- I really liked the one you did a while ago with the insomniac reader. The way he got serious for a moment in the middle of it really got me 😔 so I was wondering if you could do something like that but with a depressed reader instead?? I don’t know if that makes sense, but I figured I’d ask 🥺💕 love your work!

AN: Hey anon, sorry this one took a bit! I actually finished it yesterday, and planned to post it in the morning, but DID I GET BUSY. WOW. ANYWAY! I hope you like this, I took a spin on it and got creative I guess lol ANYWAY HERE IT BE

TRIGGER WARNING: Negative thoughts 

You lay in the guest room at the iplier mansion, feeling like shit because you lost your apartment and job.. And now, here you were, feeling worthless. You’d been doing so good, had been working so hard to get out of the muck of your mind, but even that wasn’t enough. Your best wasn’t enough because you weren’t enough. There was nothing special about you. There was no bright color to describe you-- instead, you were a blank slate, a cast of grey, nothing but the color of dreary skies.Wilford, the one who always helped you in your times of need, was the opposite.  He was bright, pink like cotton candy, or bubble gum, or like roses, or like watermelon sunrises, ready to consume the world with vigor.

 You and him just couldn’t fit, sunrises and thunder clouds don’t go together, bubble gum and ashes don’t either, and cotton candy doesn’t go with charcoal. No matter how much you try and dilute it. You were just nothing like him-- anyone who knows anything knows that pink and grey, when paired together, are awful. One is too bland, too sad, too ugly and insecure, while the other is bright, bubbly, beautiful. You knew you should’ve stopped crushing on him so hard a long time ago, but you couldn’t. You were drawn to him. 

You sighed, wishing you could stop being so stupid, so-- worthless. All you could do was lay in bed, eat, make bad jokes. Just be a waste of space. It would be better if you weren’t here at all. It would just be better for everyone if you didn’t exist at all. Your stomach grumbled and you frowned, glancing at the clock, realizing what time it was. Someone like you shouldn’t eat dinner. You didn’t deserve it. 

A sudden soft knock came from your door, and Wilford called out, “Y/n, sugar lump-- are you alright?” 

“Yeah, I’m just sleepy, so I’m going to go to bed early..I hope that’s okay!” “Of course! Good night!” “Good..good night..!” You tried to call cheerily, you then heard his footsteps walk down the hall, and closed your eyes. Darkness overcame you, and soon enough, you fell asleep, dreaming of nothing but a black void.

Wilford, meanwhile, was worried about you. He wondered if you were alright, if you were okay-- you used to be so much happier, but now..now..  A blank look always haunted your eyes, and no matter what he said, you couldn’t smile. He hated seeing you that way, it hurt him. It hurt to see someone he loved looking so hurt, so hollow. He walked down the hall and to the kitchen, serving himself a plate and sitting among his buzzing family members, barely able to listen to their conversations as he picked at his food, wondering what he could do to cheer you up. He couldn’t help but feel sad, missing how the two of you used to talk and laugh, dance and play. He missed that so much. 

He looked at the others, almost feeling jealous, watching them laugh and talk. He wanted to do that with you, to see your smile again, he wanted to hear you giggle. He missed you. He wanted to see you again, but it seemed like lately, he could only see you in his dreams. Dreams, wouldn’t it be lovely if he could see you in yours? The gears turned in his head. Then, like lighting, an idea struck him! What..what if he could see you in your dreams?! Why didn’t he think of it sooner? That way, he could talk to you again! See what was wrong, do his best to make you happy! He’d do anything for you! He would! Maybe this could be the answer! He pushed back his chair, standing up suddenly, and snapped his fingers, his clothes changing into a pair of pink bunny house slippers, a pink sleeping cap, and of course, a pink nightgown.

“I’m going to bed! Goodnight!” He called out, before poofing himself to his bedroom. 

He you as he did, closing his eyes and imagining what it would be like to lay next to you, to snuggle into your neck, to kiss you..

He was floating in blackness. 

Or was he swimming in it? 

He couldn’t tell, everything around him was black, deep pools and oceans of ink. He couldn’t see, couldn’t feel, where was he? He needed light, a match-- a match! Duh! He flicked his fingers, and blinked when he saw the orange light before his eyes. 

“Hello?” He called, “Hello? Goodness! Why is it so dark in here? I need a better light!”

 What could he use? He shut his eyes, before a torch appeared in his hand, a bright orange ball of flame, perfect! 

 “Hello? Anyone there? HELLOOOOOO?” 

No response.  He sighed, stumbling forward, only able to see the torch he conjured up. It felt as if he was underwater, or in deep space, or an unending hole. “HELLO?” He called again, looking around, desperate for some form of light, for some noise except his own breathing, was he alone? Where was he?

“Hello?” He turned to your soft familiar voice. 

He went towards it, calling out, “Y/n? Is that you? Y/n?” 

Your voice got louder. You fought against the void, going towards his voice, an orange ball of light coming into view, before you saw him, “Wilford!” 

A smile crossed his face, “Y/n!” 

The two of you a few feet from each other now, and the both of you smiled, able to see each other’s faces underneath the orange glow of the flames. You went closer to him, smiling for the first time in a while.

“Where in the bloody hell are we?” He asked, whispering as he looked around.

You shrugged, but then thought for a moment, “Oh-- you’re in my dream! I never really dream of anything, anymore, except this.” 

“Just this?”

“Yup-- I guess I just don’t know how to anymore, I just feel all black inside, like how I used to feel before I met you.”

Wilford felt glad the light was dim, because he could feel his cheeks reddening as you said that. He cleared his throat, “Maybe I ought to help you with that! Is there anything you’d like to dream?”

You thought for a moment, and he could see the flames flickering in your eyes, “I’ve missed dancing with you,” you murmured, “I just don’t know how, and I want to, but it feels like I’m just too heavy! But this is a dream, right Wilfy? So why don’t we dance at our favorite disco club?” 

He grinned, before closing his eyes, the torch spreading into  marigold colored rays of light, before swirling into other colors--cobalt flickers and rose colored dots, flashes of pink squares, and patches of dandelion yellow, a rainbow floated above the both of you, lighting up the darkness, coloring the black. Then, a sucking noise was heard, almost like a vacuum. The colors exploded before your eyes, before revealing a floor underneath your feet, a disco ball hanging above you, shimmering, reflecting technicolor fragments onto the walls-- walls? Yes, there were walls! And people! And music, music that thrummed in your ears and in your heart, sending shocks of electricity up your legs as you looked around, grinning. Wilford glanced at you, a soft smile crossing his face as he offered you his hand, and the two of you danced. 

Everything  looked magical, like the watercolor illustrations in a story book, glimmering underneath the light-- oh the light! The light that took your attention so greedily, so hungrily! Everything shimmered, glowing.  The music became a part of you, every note a heart beat, every voice singing sending blood through your veins, and every instrument sending a wave through your body, telling you to dance! You felt as if you were a balloon, becoming so full of happiness that you could float. Wilford swayed alongside you, swinging in time with the beat, hearing you laugh and giggle, grabbing his hand and spinning him around. You looked so free, so happy, so..so.. you. 

Thoughts still lingered at the edge of your mind. Shadows among the glowing atmosphere. You shouldn’t be here.  Why was Wilford here, spending time with you? Wasn’t he tired of you already? Black gloom seeped in slowly, burning the dance floor like paper being eaten by flames. Your dark thoughts came, voices whispering cruel words, and Wilford could hear the muttered hisses and looked at you in confusion, “Sugar lump? What’s--what’s that?” 

Your eyes widened, your shoulders slumping as you heard the familiar tune-- 

“So worthless,” they said. “So stupid, so pathetic. Do you think you deserve to be happy? To be loved? Who could ever love someone like you?” 

“N-nothing!” You chirped, fear replacing the music that once fluttered through your veins, you wondered what to do, how you could run away from it, to keep it happy, you didn’t want him to leave, “ Hey, this..this is a dream, right?” 

He nodded slowly, hearing voices, a mix of your own, and a horrendous choir of monsters enter his ears, stabbing at his heart with every horrible word they called you. Did you think you were worthless? Stupid? A failure? Did you see yourself as  ugly, horrible and nothing? Is that what you thought?

“Then, if this is a dream, I can control it, come on!” You grabbed his hand, running down what remained of the dance floor, before closing your eyes, throwing your hand in front of you, you opened your palm, and sparks erupted,like fireworks coming to life, blooming from your palm and creating a colorful swirling hole in the last remaining wall. You both jumped through it as the void consumed the last remains of your happy dream.

You were at a beach, wearing beach attire, sunglasses perched on your head, you looked at Wilford, who was now dressed in swim trunks with flamingos wearing sunglasses. He carried a beach ball, looking around in surprise.

“I missed going here with you, Wilfy. We used to have so much fun here together! Come on, let’s go swim!” You dragged him to the water, giggling as you did, forgetting what you were running from as the blue green waves lapped at your legs. You noticed everything, the sky was the color of a blue raspberry flavored popsicle, flickering with cotton clouds and the sun hung in the sky, like a lemon clinging to a branch. Wilford took in every detail, the way the water splashed against you, how clear it was, how soft the sand felt underneath his feet. 

Once the water got to your waist, you let go of his hand, and started swimming, before telling Wilford to throw the ball, he did, and you caught it, throwing it back. Everything seemed so wide, so full, and it made you feel small, almost, but at the same time, you felt big, bigger than everything the universe could offer. 

You floated on your back, tired of throwing the ball, and Wilford floated beside you, feeling the heat of the sun shining across your body, covering you in it’s honeyed glow. 

“Remember that time we went scuba diving, Wilfy?” 

“Of course!”

He felt a pair of goggles and a snorkel appear on his eyes and mouth, then he heard a splash, and saw you grabbing his hand, barely able to take a deep breath in as you did. He was pulled underwater, taken underneath the waves, noticing all the fish and reefs. Bright creatures of every shape and size crossed his vision. Dolphins swam past him, and angelfish tickled his sides before swimming off. You lead the way, swimming deeper, passing colorful fish and plants

Laughing with Wilford, making funny faces, puffing your cheeks up like a blowfish, causing him to laugh. Sea creatures gathered around the two of you like an abstract mirage, poking and prodding you curiously as you swam, bodies sliding through the water gracefully. You felt as if you were flying, floating, swimming through a dream. The water sparkled above and below you, and as you swam further, the fish stayed behind, no matter how much you tried to beckon them forward. 

Suddenly, a  large monster swelled from the depths, sprouting tentacles and hissing even more horrible things-- “What are you doing here? Wasting time? Being worthless? Bothering Wilford like always? He only took you in because he didn’t want to hear you cry like a baby! You’re so, so worthless, so stupid. Whenever I see you I vomit!” 

“Cupcake? What-- are..do you..do you think those things?” he whispered, bubbles burbling from his mouth as he did. 

“I--I no! Of course not, Wilfy!” 

“C-come on! We have to go!” The tentacles reached towards you, multiplying as they did. You swam away, desperate to escape that part of you-- that numb hole inside you, you didn’t want him to know about it. 

You concentrated, placing your hand in front of you, you created another hole, swimming into it just as a tentacle reached for you. Wilford followed you, and the portal closed behind him. The darkness growled, lowering its tentacles before rushing to find you. 

You and Wilford were falling, the both of you laughing before you made another portal appear, the both of you dropped into it, landing in soft leather chairs. You looked around, smiling, “It’s the bookstore I always dragged you to!” 

You got up, taking in the smell of books, the overcrowded shelves, you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, before going deeper, Wilford following you. You passed dusty hardcovers, bent paperbacks, and new books that gleamed underneath the sunlight that streamed through the windows. Your eyes glanced at them, revealing a street full of people walking, someone even passed by the bookstore, before walking in. 

Wilford wanted to ask you what happened earlier, he was here for that, after all. He grabbed your hand, causing you to turn to him, “Is something wrong, Wilfy?” 

“I--no, no nothing’s wrong but, but I’m worried about you.” “About me? I-I’m fine!” 

The world started to shake as Wilford replied, “No-- no you aren’t, sugar! I’m worried about you! I miss you! I miss being able to go places with you, to spend time with you-- I miss you!” 

“No he doesn’t.” A voice growled, “He hates you! All you do is mope, and whine! And waste space! The world would be so much better without YOU in it!” He was about to argue, but you grabbed his hand as a horned monster emerged from the bookshelves, giving chase to the both of you. “You can’t hide from me! You’re so pathetic! All you do is cry, and whine, and complain! Ungrateful! Spoiled! You’re disgusting! Humanity’s greatest fucking failure! You can’t do anything right!” 

You ran, your feet pounding the tile as you did, the floor crumbling behind you, the bookshelves caving in on you, you extended your hand, opening another portal, and jumped in, this time, the monster followed, chasing you across the shopping mall you and Wilford used to go to. 

“Y/n! Tell me what’s wrong!” “Nothing’s wrong, Wilford!” 

The beast, now a giant mannequin, started cackling, “Oh nothing’s wrong, Wilfy! I’m just a failure, is all, a stupid monster who doesn’t deserve friends! Oh you’re so stupid, Y/n! You really think HE cares? He’s got better things to do than to hang out with a loser like you!” 

You passed a clothing shop, full of mannequins, and they came to life too, plastic arms and legs cracking as their skin turned from pure white to a deep black, just like the one who was chasing you, soon, they did the same, taunting you, “You’re so ugly! Such a loser! A freak of nature! You don’t deserve to live anymore! All you do is waste space! You’re trash! No, you’re worse than trash, because at least trash used to be useful! You were always useless!” 

You passed other clothing stores, and those mannequins joined the growing crowd behind you, adding to the voices, Wilford ran with you until he couldn’t take it anymore. He let go of your hand, causing you to panic. “Wilford! Come on, we have to run! Please!” 

“You leave her alone!” 

They laughed, chittering maliciously. 

“Y/n has done NOTHING wrong! They’re going through a hard time right now and you aren’t helping! They’re hurt! Look, they don’t smile anymore! Or laugh, or giggle! All because they feel like a failure! They aren’t one!” 

More laughter erupted from their mouths, and you used the distraction, opening up another portal and dragging Wilford into it. They all followed, you were now dressed in fancy clothes, in one of the restaurants you took Wilford once upon a time. The mannequins morphed into more human like forms, now wearing uniforms. Waiters and waitresses surrounded you, but you acted fast, opening up another portal-- a movie theater. They followed you there, regular people who held popcorn and watched your ridiculous failures on a screen. 

You opened another, taking you to Wilford’s room, and then another, landing in the woods, and another, landing in the night sky, and another, and another, and another, and another! Until the only thing you could see was the rainbow swirls on the portal. Still, they gave chase, filling you up with poisonous thoughts that left your eyes burning with tears. 

Wilford finally stopped you, crying himself, wrapping his arms around you in the midst of an empty field, “Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered, “Why?” 

A creature, now bigger than before, squeezed through the portal, looking like a blob of black goo covered with a thousand faces and eyes, “Because! HE DOESN’T CARE!” 

He looked at it softly, still holding you, before answering, “But I do, I really do.” 

“You’re ugly! Incomplete! Worthless! A half wit! You should JUST DIE! DIE ALREADY! ALL YOU DO IS LAY IN BED ALL DAY! YOU WASTE SPACE!” The creature’s voice was an amalgamation of voices, a chorus of hisses, roars and growls that shook the ground as it spoke.

“No! No!” He turned back to you, grabbing you by the shoulder and looking you in the eye, “Y/n, please, please don’t believe what they say, pumpkin, you’re amazing! Wonderful! You think you waste space? No, no you don’t cupcake! You don’t! I always look forward to seeing you in the morning, look forward to talking to you everyday! I worry about you! You’re not worthless, or ugly-- you are so beautiful. So, so beautiful, I wish I could give you MY eyes!” 

“SHUT UP! HE’S LYING! A LIAR! HE JUST DOESN’T WANT TO HEAR YOU CRY OVER AND OVER AGAIN!” 

“That’s not true at all.” Said Wilford softly, “I would never do that, hunny. Here.” He reached towards his eyes, digging his hands into his sockets, taking out his eyeballs with a plop. He handed them to you, and you did the same, taking your eyes out and handing them to him. 

You slid his eyeballs into your sockets, before blinking and looking around, seeing the world in a daze of colors and swirls, flickers of images, before blinking, and seeing Wilford as..as Wilford, who gasped when he saw you. 

“You see yourself like this, sugar pop?” He murmurs softly, tears starting to flow, “Oh no, no, you look nothing like this, cuppy cake! Oh, let me get a mirror--” he reached beside him as the monster kept shrilling, screaming and shrieking insults, a big circular mirror appeared, he gave it to you. 

You looked at yourself, and in his eyes, you were beautiful, wonderful, your lips bloomed like flowers, and your hair glowed in the sun, your skin seeming to glow from within. In the center of your chest, a light shone like a miniature sun.

“Darling, you’re so bright! So full of light! How can you see yourself as this?” He pointed to the monster behind him with his thumb, “You are nothing like this, nothing like the things it says. You are so, so much more.” 

Tears fell down your face and you sobbed softly, before going to give Wilford his eyes back, but he stopped you, “You keep those, cupcake. I can keep these for a while, and fix them right up!” 

“SHUT UP! SHE IS WORTHLESS! I AM WORTHLESS! WORTHLESS!” 

You stood up, still crying softly as you did, before looking at the many mouthed beast, taking in it’s sharp teeth and even sharper claws, you took a deep breath, “You’re the liar.” you whispered, “And..And I shouldn’t listen to you anymore!” 

“SHUT UP! I’M RIGHT! YOU’RE WRONG! YOU ARE HORRIBLE AND BAD AND--” 

“No, I’m not!” You whispered, “ I'm not! And.. and I shouldn’t hurt myself like this! I shouldn’t! I’m not worthless! Or stupid! And whenever I--I feel that way, I can go to Wilford or my friends! Or...or just not this! This is my dream! And my head! And I say you--you are a field of flowers!” “NO! NO! I AM NOT! I’M A MONSTER! A FREAK!” It screeched, as little dandelions started crawling up it’s body, sprouts of yellow and green. 

“Yes! Yes you are! You’re wonderful! A garden full of flowers! We both are!” “NOO!” More blooms grew, bursts of wildflowers, goldfish petals burst into view, along with lime and sapphire, rainbows of flowers, of all shapes and sizes, started to grow on the monster. “Yes! Yes! Yes we are!” 

“NOOO--” The plants grew faster, covering the blackness, eating it whole, and then, suddenly, it was covered with flowers, a collage of color. Now, the monster seemed calmer, greener-- was it even a monster now? 

Wilford stood up behind you, a little confused, and wondering what happened. “Pumpkin? Are you alright?” 

You let out a shaky breath, “I think so…” you said softly, watching the green mound in front of you curl into a hill, before melting into the grass below you, spreading its flowers everyone, causing the ground to burst with life. 

You smiled, laughing as you looked around, “I-I feel so much better!” you ran to Wilford, hugging him tightly, before pecking his cheeks, pulling away with a laugh. “I feel so happy, Wilfy! Thank you! I missed you so much, I missed spending time with you and now-- now I will spend more time with you! But this is a dream, right?” 

He nodded, uncertain, wondering if you would forget everything that happened… 

You tugged the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss, “God I love you.” you smiled, about to pull him into another kiss-- 

That’s when he woke up. 

The  feeling of your warm lips still lingering. He hopped up out of bed as the sun rose, casting grapefruit rays of light as he rushed to your bedroom, running so fast he almost passed your door all together. He knocked on it, which woke you up too. Groggily, you frowned, wondering why your pleasant dream had to end so soon. With a sigh, you got up, and walked towards the door and opened it. 

He looked at you, a smile across his face, before saying, “I love you too.” 

You stared at him in shock, “Wh-what?” 

He leaned closer, his hand caressing your cheek, before he kissed you softly, “I said, I love you too.” 

A smile crossed your features, you were a bit confused, but the confession made you happy. You remembered the dream you had last night, and you blushed, “Were you there? In my dream, Wilford?” 

He chuckled, before winking, causing you to giggle as he offered you his arm, you slipped your arm into his, and the both of you walked into the kitchen, the both of you laughing like idiots as you went to the kitchen to make pancakes, feeling as if.. You were in a dream, but then again, this was much, much better than a dream.

[girls-scenarios]

My Favorite

Idol: Jinsoul (Loona)

Prompt: Im not too late right??? Can u guys write a Jinsoul scenario where her S/O sees that Jinsoul has a pic of them and their little cousin as Jinsoul’s lockscreen???

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: This ended up being kind of short, but I hope this is what you had in mind anon!

♡ Tip Jar♡

It wasn’t like you were having a bad day. Honestly, most things had been pretty normal. That was the issue. It was just another mundane day of getting up early, going to work, dealing with the usual troubles, and then fighting rush hour traffic to get back home to a cold, empty room and the promise of some leftovers from your dinner the day before. The unending routine, paired with your exhaustion from staying up late the night before and your annoyance at the terrible weather, had left you in a bad mood.

So when Jinsoul called to invite you over, it was just the kind of relief from life you needed.

You’d been dating Jinsoul for almost a year now. Things had started off casual, but had become serious rather quickly, and being around her usually made the weight of everyday life lift from your shoulders. She knew how to make you smile and knew how to give the best hugs, and today, her promise of food made your mouth water. You hadn’t wanted the leftovers anyway.

After a quick change of clothes into something a lot more comfortable, you made your way through the dreary weather to Jinsoul’s apartment. Thankfully, the clouds over your head cleared when she opened the door and smiled brightly, warmth flowing over you from within the room, and you suddenly didn’t care that you’d gotten wet in the rain.

“Come in! Oh no, did it start raining on you?”

“I forgot to bring an umbrella because I was in such a hurry,” you admitted, slipping out of your shoes and enjoying the way she worriedly cupped your face with her hands. She was warm. “But I’ll be okay.”

“Hurry and warm up,” she said, helping you with your things and locking the door behind you, as if to trap the cold outside. “Do you want some tea? I just made some.”

“Sure, I’ll take some.” Tea sounded wonderful as you stepped further into the warm house, leaning into your girlfriend’s side. “This weather is nasty.”

“We needed the rain, though,” she said cheerfully. You liked that she could always find a bright side, no matter what. It helped counter your bad days. “If the rain keeps up, though, you can always stay the night.” Now that could cheer you up. You didn’t have to work the next day, and the idea of spending the night with the one person you liked most in the world made you smile.

“I’d like that. My place is cold anyway.”

“Is your heater still not working?”

“Maintenance can’t figure out what’s wrong. Apparently.”

“Then you’re definitely staying over here.” She poured some tea and handed you a mug, and you admired the way steam curled off the top of the liquid as you wrapped your chilled hands around the base. Then, as you took your first sip of the tea, Jinsoul turned around and took the top off a pot sitting on the stove, filling the room with a heavenly scent. Your mouth watered immediately, and your hunger must have shown, because she laughed. “Hungry? Then let’s have dinner! You can eat as much as you want.”

“You’re an angel, Jinsoul.”

-

After a filling dinner and more tea, you sat, thoroughly warmed, on Jinsoul’s couch, leaning your head on her shoulder as you watched her sort through the options on the TV. She was quietly saying the names of movies out loud, as if that would help her decide, and you listened, amused.

“What should we watch? A mystery? Oh, this comedy sounds good.”

“Whatever you want, babe.”

A vibration drew your eyes from the TV to the phone sitting on Jinsoul’s lap, screen bright. You hadn’t meant to look at the notification, but it wasn’t the email that caught your eye. No, it was the photo behind the notification. You recognized it.

It was a photo you’d sent to Jinsoul over a month ago. You’d taken your little cousin to the fair, and the two of you stood posing, snacks in hand, in front of the sign. Your little cousin had a huge grin on their face, hyped up on candy and excitement, and you were laughing. Just seeing the photo brought a huge smile to your face. Then, you realized.

This photo was Jinsoul’s lockscreen. Which meant she really cherished it.

Your heart squeezed with affection and you were suddenly overwhelmed by how much you loved your girlfriend, and how lucky you were to have her. All of the feelings from the terrible, mundane week were washed away by pure happiness as you picked up her phone.

“Awe, babe, you kept the photo!”

Jinsoul blushed upon realizing what you were talking about, running her hands through her dark hair and turning away from the TV. But she was still smiling, a sheepish smile that only made you love her more. “Yeah, I did. It was just so cute I couldn’t help but want to look at it every time I picked up my phone. Both of you look so happy.”

“That’s so cute! I’m so happy you’d want to see me every day.” You let out a soft laugh and threw your arms around your girlfriend’s shoulders, making her giggle.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my favorite person in this whole world.” She said it so casually, but it made your heart squeeze again, and you just had to kiss her. She was shocked at first, but then she melted into the kiss, her lips familiar. When you pulled away, she raised her eyebrows, a little smile on her lips. “What was that for?”

“It was a thank you.”

“But I didn’t do anything?” She tilted her head, a bit confused, but you just smiled and cuddled into her side once again, totally warm and content. She had no idea just how much she really helped you.

“Thank you for just being you.”

[marinaaniseed]

Dark ‘n’ Stormy, Pt: 10

Summary: Asgardian v. Pizza buffet A.K.A. The Stuffing Chapter.

There’s a teeny, tiny bit of important plot before we get to that point. I’ve tried to very clearly flag the point of no return, so nobody get their undies in a twist if you continue and don’t like what you read.

Length: 6.7k-ish. Much like our hero, I may have overdone it this chapter...

Notes: The slices of pizza are of a size that works for you. If you’ve seen Bad Times at the El Royale, one of the scenes may seem somewhat familiar to you. My unending thanks go to @nobzob​ for encouraging me and for beta-reading this. Also, I made a deal with @thors-soft-cheeks​ that I would write this chapter, so hopefully it meets your expectations :)

Warnings: Eh the usual. Kinky food stuff, smut, drinking, swearing, brief mention of periods and babies, mental health wonkiness, Asgardian politics.

That summer was scorching.

“It’s as hot as hell out there,” you proclaimed one afternoon, collapsing onto the settee, sweat running down your face.  

“But Hel isn’t hot,” Thor observed, his head tilted to the side in confusion like an overgrown Labrador puppy. Geri and Freki mirrored his pose from where they lay on the floor.

“What do you mean it’s not hot? Isn’t it supposed to be full of fire? To burn the sinners? That’s what they taught us at school.”

“Ah, is this from one of your Midgard stories?”

“No,” you said indignantly, before softening. “Well, I suppose so. But a lot of people take them very seriously.”

“Hel is on Niflheim. It is full of cold, mist, and ice. It is where my father imprisoned my sister. You mean it’s as hot as Muspelheim outside, yes?”

“Which one is Muspelheim again?” You’d tried to follow Thor’s explanations of the universe, had even tried to learn the Asgardian language with him. You weren’t stupid, but you were no Jane Foster, either. It was hard to unlearn many of the things that you thought were facts.

“The one where I was captured by Surtur,” Thor explained, wincing a little at the memory of how Asgard had been destroyed.

“The fire demon guy?”

“That’s the one,” Thor said, wandering off to the kitchen to grab you a drink of water. Handing you the glass, he sat down next to you, removing some of the strands of hair that had stuck to your face with sweat.

“How’re you feeling about tomorrow?” you asked, once you’d finished gulping down the water, giving yourself brainfreeze in the process.

“Quite nervous,” he admitted. “And you?”

“Nervous for you, I suppose.”

Tomorrow was the anniversary of New Asgard’s founding, and a day of celebrations were planned. Traditional tournaments and games, feasting, drinking, dancing. But it was also to be the day when the results of the vote would be announced.

After the census, there had been a consultation. Every adult Asgardian had been asked their thoughts on how they wished to be governed. These answers were collated, and a vote held. Every option was there and the Asgardians had to rank them in preference. If none of the options received over 50% of the vote, then the least popular one would be eliminated, and those who had voted for that option would have their second preference counted. On it would continue until an option received the requisite amount of interest. It wasn’t a perfect system, but you all hoped it would lead to an outcome that most people were vaguely in favour of.

Thor and Brunnhilde had agreed, both publically, and privately to honour the result, whatever it was. You worried for them both. There were plenty of outcomes that neither of them particularly desired. Some of Thor’s friends, visiting New Asgard for the celebrations, had kindly agreed to count the votes, as neutral outsider.

Thor was doing a lot better, although he still had days where he wobbled. Taking responsibility for some of the smaller things, especially the animals, had given him more purpose. You didn’t want it all to be undone by the result.

“Perhaps we should go out for dinner tonight,” you mused after a while, your hand resting on Thor’s. “We could walk into Tønsberg, get away from everything.”

“Yes, that could be good.”

STOP HERE IF YOU ONLY WANTED THE PLOT NECESSARY BITS. IF YOU CONTINUE AND THEN BITCH ABOUT THE KINKY SHIT, THAT’S ON YOU. I WARNED YOU.

Thor had been working on his anxiety, venturing a little further each day with the dogs, or riding on one of the horses. He regularly made it into Tønsberg now. There was one restaurant in particular that had caught his eye. A place where you can eat as much pizza, sour cream and salad as you want. He wondered just much pizza he could eat.

That was the thing that he’d noticed, now that food was becoming a pleasure again, not a means to distract from his feelings. He enjoyed eating. Not just in the way that most people enjoyed tasting something delicious. There was something erotic about it, the cocktail of pleasure and pain as he pushed his stomach to its limits. Yes, he definitely wanted to find out how much pizza he could eat. He’d even heard they did dessert pizzas now, although he wasn’t sure if the restaurant did those, or even if he’d like them.

It’d probably be like how you’d described deep-fried Mars bar and ice cream to him: They took a bunch of things I love and turned it into something I hate.

Thor wondered if you enjoyed watching him eat, helping him to eat. He hoped you did, suspected you did. You always made a little too much, brought back an extra little treat, ordered too much then shared, or more accurately, gave it to him. He’d seen the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. Sometimes he’d push out his stomach a little more or pretend to scratch an itch, moving the hem of his top up to rub the flesh he knew you wanted to touch. It was worth it for your reaction, every time. Widening eyes, rosier cheeks, a smile that told him how much you loved him. Then, of course, there had been the feast. You kneading and feeding him at the table.

Yes, you definitely enjoyed it.

For a long time, he’d felt like his fat gut was something to be ashamed of, that made him unworthy of the affections of another. And maybe you were the only one, maybe you were a cosmic anomaly. That didn’t seem right, but even if you were, of all the trillions that existed, now, in the past, or in the future, you were here in the right place, at the right time, to love him.

That felt good. It felt different. And he realised that what he had known in the past was lust, awe, fear. It was far better to be loved than to be feared, though anyone sensible would still exercise caution.

It hadn’t been easy, to accept this version of himself - when you spend over a millenia with roughly the same body, it takes a while to adjust. It’d be a fine day indeed when a person was judged on what they did, not what they looked like. But for now he would settle for having someone not be repulsed by his body, but actually attracted to it.

Your insistence on touching him was uncomfortable at first. It chafed at the edges of his esteem and confidence. But now it was familiar, something he welcomed, something he sought. His hand would move yours to his stomach when you were sat together, holding it there. He always asked if you wanted to join him in the bathroom, to lather him up, and gently apply lotions. The majority of the time, he fell asleep as the little spoon, you holding onto him as though he was the most precious thing in your life. Even though they woke him up, he found your sleep twitches endearing, the way your fingers tried to press and grab his hairy tummy as it rounded out in front of him.

In fact, the only time he really got to be the big spoon was during your period. He had, in his defence, offered to use his powers to rid you of the inconvenience, but you liked the reassurance of knowing that you weren’t pregnant. You had, however, allowed him to ease some of the side-effects. During that time, you practically begged him to hold you, to be the big spoon. I like it when you press your stomach into the small of my back, you told him, it’s like a warm, squishy cushion to ease my pain. He didn’t like that you were in pain but was glad to be of help. He hoped his fingers resting on your abdomen soothed the cramps he knew you felt, but kept to yourself. Perhaps one day his fingers would rest there and bring comfort to his unborn child?

***

You’d taught him how to use Google, and he’d looked up when the restaurant was least likely to be busy. Being in crowded places was getting easier, but Thor still preferred to avoid them. Most Norwegians tended to eat earlier, so the restaurant was fairly quiet when you arrived just after 9pm.

Sliding across the dark brown leather seating of the booth, you began looking at the drinks menu.

“Why does friend Hulk get his own drink and I do not?” Thor queried, pointing at a brandy cocktail. Looking at the little picture printed in the menu, you can see why they’d named the green drink after Banner’s alter ego.

“Well, it’s not named after you but I think this is pretty close,” you countered, indicating the Dark ‘n’ Stormy.

“I am not dark.”

“No, no you are not. But you do like your storms,” you said, with a smile. “Or there’s this one,” you added, showing him the Angel Face.

“You flatter me far too much, my love,” Thor said, taking your hand in his. “This one is you,” he decided, pointing at the Flirtini.

“Very good,” you laughed. “Any other cocktail matches you can see?”

“This one, the Red Russian. That is Agent Romanoff. The Brooklyn, that is Captain Rogers. Long Island Iced Tea is Stark.”

“I understand the first one, but not the other two?”

“Those are the names of the places where they are from.”

“Ah, I see. I thought this was more appropriate for Steve Rogers,” you said, showing him the Old Fashioned. Thor laughed, long and hard at that one. It startled the few other people in the restaurant with you, but you didn’t mind. Thor had been so stressed lately, you’re just pleased to hear him laugh again, to see him relax a little. You decided to up the ante a little bit and earn your match with the Flirtini.

“So, bear,” you said softly, so he had to cock his head towards you to hear you. “I was thinking after the dinner, we could try these three,” you smirked, spreading the fingers of your free hand to point at the Sex on the Beach, Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall, and the Screaming Orgasm.

“Only three?” he grinned. “I think this one is relevant to your interests,” he said, moving the hand he held underneath his shirt while gesturing to the Hairy Navel. That earned a laugh from you, not as loud as Thor’s but just as mirthful.

A quiet, but pointed cough from the end of the table drew your attention to your server. His name badge said ‘Tor’ and you wondered if he realised who your dinner companion was.

“Can I get you any drinks?” he asked.

“A Flirtini for me, please,” you answered.

“And a Dark ‘n’ Stormy for me,” Thor added. “Tell me, how does this pizza buffet work?”

“Well, there is a pizza bar over there, behind me,” Tor said, gesturing. “You just take a plate and serve yourself, you can have as much pizza, salad and sour cream as you like for 134 kroner. It’s only our most popular pizzas but there’s something for everyone.”

“And there is no limit to the amount you can have?” Thor clarified, and that was when you realised why you were here.

“No, we just ask that people don’t take more than they can eat. Oh, and the kitchen closes at 10:30 so that we can close at 11. So yeah, go right ahead and I’ll bring your drinks over to you in a few minutes.”

With that, Tor turned on his heel and went to the bar.

“I see why we’re here,” you smirked at your lover as you made your way over to the pizza. “You’ve got your work cut out though,” you added, showing him your watch.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Thor said, beginning to think this was a bad idea.

“You want to see how much pizza you can eat. A lot more than I can, that’s for sure.”

You moved along the pizza bar, assessing your options, looking at the little signs in front of each of the cheesy wheels. Cheese and tomato, ham and pepperoni, ham and mushroom, spicy chicken, Thai chicken, beef and béarnaise, meat feast, chorizo and Ventricina, cauli truffle, vegetarian, beef and onion, BBQ chicken, Parma and truffle. If this was just the most popular ones, you were intrigued to see just how extensive the full menu was. You shoveled a couple of the more interesting slices onto your plate, added some sour cream to dip the crusts in, and grabbed a token amount of salad.

Both you and the drinks were at the table long before Thor. He had a plate in each hand, with a mountain of pizza on each. It was a wonder he hadn’t lost any slices.

“I wanted to try them all, so I got two slices of each,” he said, by way of explanation, your shocked expression not as subtle as you’d hoped.

“Did you get any sour cream?”

“Oh yes. I put some on every slice before I stacked them up.”

You wondered how he was going to taste the different flavours if they were all slathered in sour cream. It didn’t matter, as long as Thor was happy, that was the important thing. Your plate was empty but you were content to drink and watch the man next to you munching away on his stack of slices. You’d seen competitive eaters, inhaling their food, they could barely be tasting it. Thor wasn’t slow but you could tell he was savouring each slice. A purr when his tongue met a salty slice of pepperoni, a moan as hot mozzarella melted in his mouth, a satisfied smile as he bit into a portion heavy with sour cream. The textures, aromas, the heat of the jalapeños combined with the cooling richness of the dairy. He was focused on what he was eating, enjoying it as more than just sustenance. He was making love to his senses.

Your cheeks were warm, and it wasn’t just a flush from the alcohol. No, you were enjoying watching Thor enjoying his meal. It felt wrong, it felt dirty, voyeuristic, even, to feel aroused by this. You had to wonder, did pizza really taste that good to him, or was it something more?

Chancing a glance at Thor’s lap, you could see his erection pushing up against his underbelly, and being pushed away by the soft swell of his belly. Thor was so engrossed in his food that he didn’t notice your wandering hand until your fingers danced over the prominent bulge.

“Enjoying yourself?” you asked, an eyebrow arched teasingly.

“Ye-yeah,” he responded, stopping with a slice partway to his mouth. You took his other hand and moved it to your mouth, sucking his index finger while maintaining eye contact.

“What about now?” you asked once you’d released him.

“You’re making this a lot harder.”

“What, this?” you replied, applying more pressure to his crotch.

“Yes, no.” It was fun to watch Thor when he got flustered like this, torn between his desire to maintain decorum and his more carnal desires. “You’re making it a lot harder to focus on enjoying my pizza,” he finally managed.

“Ah, I see. Well, it must be quite cold now,” you said, eyeing the last few slices. “I’ll get us some more.”

Thor was glad for the respite. Between you and the food, he was extremely turned on. If it weren’t so public, he’d ask you to do something about the erection he was sporting. For now, though, he settled for undoing his trousers, giving both his tummy and his cock a bit more room.

“They just brought out a new, cheese and tomato, I thought you’d like to enjoy it while it’s hot,” you said, sliding a plate with five slices in front of him, the cheese bubbling slightly.

“That’s half the pizza,” Thor noted with a frown.

“You snooze, you lose. I wanted the best for my big man. I think you’ll enjoy it a lot more when it’s fresh and hot,” you said, touching his tummy under his shirt. “You wanted to see how much pizza you can eat, and I want to help. I’ll get you a few slices at a time so that it doesn’t go cold. You can tell me when to stop. Oh, I brought you some sour cream to dip the crusts in and I ordered some more drinks. It must be thirsty work eating all that pizza.”

The feel of your fingers pressing into his still pliable flesh, as you ate your slices, spurred him on even more.

“Y/N, there’s something I need to explain…” he started.

“Shh. You eat your pizza. I think I know what it is.” Thor looked at you confused but shoveled another slice into his mouth. “You’re enjoying your food, I know you are. It’s just like at the feast. It’s arousing you, I like it.”

“You do? Even though it’s weird, even if I get fatter?”

“Shh, shh. Let me bring you another plate, do you have a preference? I’ll tell you exactly what I think when I get back.”

“Um, may I have some more of the Thai Chicken please?”

“Certainly.”

Thor fiddled with the hem of his top and gulped hard on his drink, terrified about what you might say. It was one thing you enjoying his larger body, but you might have a very different opinion about him enjoying eating and actually enjoying his size. He enjoyed the size difference between you, he felt powerful, owning his space, and if he was honest, he was beginning to really enjoy his softness, how sensitive he now was in places.

One of his original two plates was slid back in front of him, with two slices of Thai chicken and three of ham and mushroom on it.

“There were only two slices left, so I thought I’d bring you something else as well,” you said by way of explanation. Tucking his hair behind his ear, you brought your lips close and began to tell him your answer.

“What you do is up to you, it’s your body. I’m just happy to see you happy, to see you enjoying yourself. However, if you’re happy like this, if you enjoy your food and maybe get a bit bigger, I’m certainly not going to complain. Not just because that would be rude, but because I’d enjoy it. I mean, you know how much I enjoy this tummy of yours.” Your hand returned to its previous position, to emphasise your point. “I definitely wouldn’t be upset if there was more of it for me to admire and play with.”

You moved back a smidge, to see how Thor was taking it. He was trying to remain calm, to eat his pizza, but his heated cheeks and heavier breathing let you know he was enjoying your words.

“Well, you know how much I enjoy it when you press your weight down on me, I think that’d be more fun with a bit more weight behind it. Or how about when you take me from behind, think about all that extra power to pound into me with. Think about how small I’ll look in the mirror when I take you into my mouth. I like the thought of your bigger belly bouncing on top of me, jiggling beneath me, or just being extra cushioning for me to cuddle into. My big, strong, soft, sex god.”

Thor trembled next to you, trying to resist the urge to throw you on the table and fuck you right there. He was on his penultimate slice, so you took one of the empty plates back to the pizza station. You could sense the stares from the people who’d noticed your frequent trips but, fuck ‘em. It was an all-you-can-eat buffet, and that’s exactly what you, or more accurately, Thor, were doing.

“Beef and béarnaise, for my beefy bear,” you said, sliding the plate in front of the blushing god. Nobody had touched that pizza since you’d got him the cheese and tomato, so didn’t feel bad bringing him the remaining eight slices. You left him in comparative peace for this plate, gently rubbing his belly and checking out the restaurant’s menu on your phone.

“How’re you feeling?” you asked as he neared the end of this particular round.

“I’m feeling pretty tired, it’s a bit of a struggle, but it feels so good. How much longer do we have?”

“35 minutes. You’re doing really well,” you encouraged. He was starting to feel full, less doughy under your fingertips. The buttons on his shirt were certainly running into difficulties and you feared their relationship with the soft, denim garment would be short-lived. You were curious as to why Thor had chosen a slim fit shirt in the first place but chose not to comment. It was a pleasure to see all of his soft curves on display outside of the bedroom.

“I think I can manage some more. What were you looking at on your phone?”

“Oh,” it was your turn to blush. “The restaurant has its nutritional info online, I was seeing which pizzas were the most calorific, just in case you wanted a little push.”

In truth, Thor didn’t know exactly what calorific meant, but he could tell this was something that interested you. You’d eagerly accepted his little (ok, big) kink, he could indulge yours.

“Well, why don’t you bring me some. I always like to push myself,” he said, adjusting his position so that his stomach no longer pressed into the edge of the table but rested upon it instead, a generous slither of flesh revealed where his shirt failed to cover him. “Maybe another of those stormy drinks as well, please.”

You almost tripped over yourself in your hurry to bring more food and drink to your full-bodied lover, rich and satisfying, to be enjoyed slowly like a fine Shiraz. Thor laughed a little at your eagerness, it was endearing how you wanted to please him, to take care of him. He hoped you took care of yourself with the same enthusiasm.

Three slices of ham and pepperoni, and five slices of Parma and truffle made their way back with you. Shortly thereafter, Tor dropped off another Flirtini for you and a pitcher of Dark ‘n’ Stormy.

“I wanted to make sure you were well hydrated,” was your answer to Thor’s look of surprise. Admittedly, the cocktail probably wasn’t that hydrating, but Thor had asked for it, so you just made sure that he had enough. You sipped on your drink, watching him battle on, determined to beat the pizza. It was a very different opponent to one he’d find on the battlefield, but Thor had set himself this challenge and he wasn’t going to back down. The staff were watching you nervously, concerned you’d make them wait all night, but you would be gone at eleven, no problem. As Thor began to slow down, you noticed him glancing between your phone and the remainder of the pizza.

“What is it? Are you ok? You can stop if you want, it’s ok,” you worried at him.

“No, no. I can do this. Can you get me what is left? You might need to help me eat them, but I can do it,” he insisted, chest heaving as he panted through the last slice.

Dutifully, you went to gather up what was left, balancing them carefully on two plates. You weren’t entirely sure how you would help him eat them, but he was single-minded in his task, and there was nothing you’d be able to do to stop him. Once Thor had set his mind to something, he was hard to reason with. You either had to get out of the way or hold on tight until he was done.

The pitcher was balanced on top of his taut tummy, shirt stretched dangerously tight around it, as Thor sipped his cocktail through a straw.

“Is that all that is left?”

“Is that all?” you asked incredulously. “I’ve got you three each of the chorizo, BBQ chicken, and cauliflower, two slices of vegetarian and meat feast, and four of the beef onion. That’d be more than enough for most people, are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely. I’m not most people. Asgardians are known for their feasting.” The pitcher was set back down with a thud.

You couldn’t really argue with that.

The first few slices went down well, but then he really began to struggle, gulping down his drink to try to rid his mouth of the cloying cheesiness. Your fingers traced over the swell of his tummy, trying to soothe him.

“That’s good, that helps. Feed me?” he pleaded.

“Ok, you make yourself comfortable and I’ll help.”

You stacked up two slices of the same flavour, bringing them his mouth, and chewed through them, less thoughtfully than before, as he massaged his aching tummy. He was a sweaty, gassy mess, with cheese and sauce stuck in his beard, but he was very pleased with himself when he finally finished the last slice.

“Are you impressed?”

“Very. You managed 69 slices,” you giggled.

“What is funny about that?”

You leaned in and whispered it into his ear. That wasn’t something you’d tried yet, and tonight certainly wasn’t the night for it, but it was definitely something to try another time.

“Finish your drink, I’ll go pay,” you told the full and flustered thunder god.

He was more than happy to finish the pitcher, he needed something to help him cool down. He hadn’t known there was a name for what you’d described, but he definitely liked the sound of it.

***

In the end, it wasn’t the buttons, but the fabric itself that capitulated. After you’d settled up, you’d found Thor sitting awkwardly with this arms across his waist, cheeks flushed fuchsia.

“Are you alright?” you asked, concerned that the pizza had, in fact, beaten Thor.

“My shirt…” he mumbled, moving a hand to show the gaping hole to the side of the placket, allowing a sizable chunk of flesh to be on show.

“Ah...hug me from behind as we leave, I can cover you,” you suggested. It was a slightly awkward exit, Thor pressing into your back. You thanked the staff and eventually made it into the street. “Perhaps we should take a taxi, get you back home quicker?”

Thor mumbled his agreement. It was a fairly quiet evening, so ordering one was pretty straight forward. Ever the gentleman, Thor went to open the door for you.

“Oh, love, could you hold my bag for me, please?” you said with a pointed look at his torso.

Never had he been gladder to hold something in his life. A shield would’ve been preferable, would’ve covered more, but he had to work with what he had.

***

Safely home, Thor was glad to unbutton his shirt, breathing a sigh of relief. He was lucky his jeans were almost painted on otherwise, he might’ve lost them on the journey, stomach spilling out of them.

“Hey, Y/N. Do we have anything sweet?” he called from the kitchen, where he was feeding and fussing the dogs. It was pretty tricky to bend down to their bowls, but he just about managed it.

“Erm yeah. I baked a couple of cakes for tomorrow, why?”

When you got no response, you decided to put some music on, content to let Thor do his own thing. Some Deep Purple while you slumped on the settee, letting Loki slither over you.

It was the second song, Hush, when Thor reappeared, dancing into view with a plate in hand, generous slice of cake on top, and a fork in the other, swaying along to the music. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. The dogs were dancing around his feet, trying to join in, and even the snake seemed to be eyeing him up as he moved remarkably gracefully towards you, swinging his wide hips in time to the music, stomach bouncing along in front of your face. Your mouth didn’t know whether to go dry or to salivate everywhere at the sight before you.

He eased himself down next to you, abused cushion sinking beneath his weight.

“I fancied something sweet after all that pizza,” he said. “This is an excellent cake, my love, you’re very talented.”

“It wasn’t exactly meant for you, but I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” you answered, a little sad that the honey cake you’d worked so hard on was now missing a decent wedge.

“There’s still another cake, it’s fine,” he replied with a smile. “Asgard will still get to sample your handiwork.”

“Can I get you anything to drink with that?”

“Maybe some milk?”

Milk? What about a milkshake, you wondered to yourself. Thor clearly was intent on pushing himself to his absolute limit, so why not help him further?

He gave you a slightly reproachful look when you approached with the biggest glass you could find, filled with your concoction. Thor had wondered why you hadn’t taken so long, having finished his cake, and what you were using the blender for. Now he knew.

You’d blended together whole milk, peanut butter cup ice cream, a generous dash of bourbon, chocolate chips, and chocolate syrup. It was topped with whipped cream peak coated in chocolate sprinkles. A metal straw poked out the top.

“Thank you,” he said, accepting the monstrosity. You hadn’t made him a full-on freakshake, but there was certainly a lot to take in. Thor sipped it cautiously, he didn’t want to get brainfreeze, balancing the glass on top of his over-full belly. You curled up next to him, careful not to jostle or apply too much pressure, kissing the flesh that jutted past the open fabric of his shirt, rubbing gentle circles into his swollen gut.

“You did this on purpose,” he observed around the half-way mark.

“You wanted milk, you wanted something sweet, you wanted to push yourself. I’m just helping you get what you want,” you replied with a grin. “You don’t have to finish it, but it’d be a shame to waste it.”

That was what spurred him on to finish, even though his body was pleading for him to stop. He really enjoyed how full he felt but this was definitely the last thing he was going to have.

“I love how big and round you are,” you commented, fingers delicately tracing over the mound of his stomach. “I can’t wait to get you to bed.”

Thor’s cock, which had never become less than half-hard, immediately sprang back to life. He gulped down the remains of the shake, a horny, panting mess.

“I absolutely cannot eat another thing,” he gasped.

“Oh, very good. I am impressed. Rest here a moment.” You took the glass, the cake plate, and fork to the kitchen, before grabbing a flannel from the bathroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, mucky pup,” you said, tenderly wiping away the worst of what was caked around Thor’s mouth and in his facial hair. “How’re you doing?” you asked, cupping a soft cheek in your hand.

“I think I would like to lie down for a bit, I’m quite tired,” he admitted. You couldn’t blame him, just watching was tiring enough. You stood up and offered him a hand. Thor didn’t really need you to pull him up, he was more than strong enough to do it himself, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

“Go get comfy, I’ll do the washing up, let the dogs out, and join you in a bit,” you told him, groping his bum as he shuffled past. “Hey Thor,” you added.

“Yes, my love?”

“If Captain America has America’s ass, do you have Asgard’s ass?”

“I think we could find a smaller one to represent us as a people,” he noted, blushing a little.

“Aww, but I like this one. It’s so shapely and round.”

Thor rolled his eyes with a grin and lumbered off to the bedroom, keen to free himself from his clothes.

***

When you eventually joined Thor in the bedroom, you were surprised to find him still awake, albeit barely. His clothes were in a messy pile to one side, but that barely registered, because sprawled on top of the duvet was a very aroused, naked thunder god. He’d unbraided his hair so that it fanned out behind him on the pillow like a halo. One arm was behind his head, the other rested on his rounded tummy.

“I thought you were tired?” you queried, looking down at the dozy Asgardian. “I was expecting you to be asleep, not putting on a show.”

“Well, I was hoping you would take care of me, give my belly a little rub,” he replied with a grin.

“Only your belly needs taking care of?”

“Ok, maybe some other bits of me might like some attention.”

You rummaged around in the bedside table until you found your dry oil spray. Pumping it liberally, you made sure Thor’s belly was well coated before you settled down with your head on his chest, kissing and licking a nipple, while your hand smoothed over his stomach. Gently rubbing and kneading, you took your time, worshipping your way down to the soft underbelly where he was most sensitive. You avoided touching his cock for as long as possible, but it was hard to ignore, the head nodding against the underside of his rounded abdomen.

“Ah,” he hissed as you brushed against his erection. “I would much prefer it if you used your mouth for this part.”

Giving his tummy one last circular rub, you rolled away from Thor and moved to the very end of the bed, positioning yourself by his feet. You took one foot into your hand and began to knead it, pleased to see that the pumice was working. Thor writhed in your grasp, desperate for you to give his cock attention, but you wanted to string things out. You kissed your way from his ankle to his thigh, ignoring his erection, before massaging his other foot and repeating your journey up that sizable leg.

“My love, please,” he begged.

“Please, what?” you asked, knowing he couldn’t see you smirking.

“Please give me some release.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”

“Please...pleasure me, with your mouth.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that?” It was mean to torment Thor, yes, but also worth it to hear the increasing desperation in his voice.

“Please, I’m begging you, please. Please could you just suck my cock,” he whined.

“Oh! You mean like this?”

There was a strangled cry, then, oh fuck, yes, repeated above you as you took him into your mouth. You started slowly, licking and flicking your tongue around his head before gradually moving further down. Propped up on your elbows, you massaged the tops and sides of his packed gut, head gently butting into his underbelly, nose nudging into his soft hair as you moved up and down his length. You knew he wouldn’t last long, had seen how excited he already was, but it was still a surprise how quickly you felt his thighs trembling beneath you. His cum was thick, almost as thick as the milkshake you’d made him, and you swallowed it down. Making sure to clean him with your tongue, Thor gave an involuntary shudder, his cock now far too sensitive.

You pulled away, content to fall asleep next to the exhausted Asgardian, chest panting and stomach heaving from the exertion.

“My love?” Thor managed to huff out.

“Mmm?”

“I have one more request.”

“And want is that?”

“I want to taste you.”

You shuffled up the bed to kiss him, pressing into his sticky, soft, pink, marshmallow lips. His facial hair tickled as you deepened the kiss, but you didn’t mind. Drawing back, you took the time to admire Thor’s face. He looked happy, content. His smile was warm, his eyes sparkled, his brow was less creased, more carefree.

“That wasn’t quite what I meant,” he admitted, hurrying to add, “not that it was bad! It’s just I wanted to, uh, eat you. Eat you out.”

“I thought you couldn’t eat another thing?” you teased.

“For you, I will always make an exception. None of the wonderous tastes to cross my lips this night shall compare to yours.”

You suspected that might not strictly be true, but you didn’t have the heart to tell Thor that.

“I fear I may not be able to move from this position. You shall have to sit on me,” Thor sighed with mock melodrama.

“I think I can agree to that,” you grinned. After all, it wasn’t every day a god invited you to sit on their face. You straddled Thor and held onto the headboard, lowering yourself slowly, making sure to support the majority of your weight with your knees. Thor began to lick you, slow and languid strokes of his tongue like you were the sweetest dessert, made only for him. You slowly began grinding your hips back and forth, trying to get him where you wanted him. After the way you’d teased him, it was only payback that he make you wait, but you were eager for more.

Now that he’d had his release, Thor was far more interested in taking his time. A powerful hand moved up to grab your left hip, keeping you in place, while the other hand reached up to massage your breast, pinching your hardened nipple. Thor could feel himself getting hard again. How could he not, when everything was you? All he could taste, all he could smell, the feel of your thighs against his soft cheeks. The overwhelmed, urgent little noises you made, and when he looked up, your breasts bouncing above him, that blissed-out, happy look on your face. All of it was for him, only for him. He was the only one who got to see you like this, to make you feel like this.

And he fucking loved it.

When you came it was hard, insistent and drenching. It was like turning his face to the heavens during a thunderstorm of his own creation. Thor definitely preferred this position. His height, in fact, his size in general, meant lying down between your thighs wasn’t the easiest position. But this. This was good. His lips on yours, lovingly kissing. And if he was honest, he liked how it made you the one in charge. Every roll and slide of your hips let him know how much you enjoyed what he was doing, there was no second-guessing here. He was your plaything, your means to carnal bliss, and he couldn’t give you enough.

You’d tried to be restrained during your first orgasm, biting into your arm, but the second one had you positively screaming. The dogs were alarmed, barking and scratching at the bedroom door, but it didn’t matter. Thor released his hold on you and you slid off to the side, face-planting into the pillow.

“I did a good job, yes?” he inquired.

“Mmm, yes. Thank you. Sleep now,” you said, as much to him as the pillow.

“I’ll be right back, my love,” he said heaving himself up. “I must reassure the dogs...and perhaps wash my face.”

***

Geri and Freki soon calmed once they realised all was well. Thor washed his face thoroughly and returned to the bedroom, setting a pitcher of water and glass on the bedside table. He’d opened all the windows, yet it was still absurdly hot. Not that you seemed to notice. You’d rolled and wrapped the duvet around you like a burrito, one leg hanging out. Thor climbed in beside you, careful not to disturb you. No need to spoon you, you’d find your way to him soon enough. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever had such a thoroughly satisfying night. Not that he’d be able to enjoy nights like this too often, he didn’t want them to lose their wonder, but it seemed a fitting way to spend it, to indulge himself, on what might be his last night of reprieve before the burdens of a king were his to bear once more.

@morganhoran1671  @innerpaperexpertcloud

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Unending

So here’s the kind of prologue of this medieval/fantasy Prince!Yunho x Reader thing i just suddenly had the impulse to write. I’m thinking if i do this, it’ll hopefully be a decently lengthed fic, so for now im just gonna post this and see how people react to it.

It’ll be a kinda slowburn (if a can handle it) angst/fluff fic, and will include the rest of the members of Ateez. So if you do like it, please let me know and ill work on new chapters to post up on this here platform for y’all to enjoy!!

Prologue

word count: 1766

Prince!Yunho x Reader

I raced down the halls of the castle, weaving my way through the familiar brick walls of the placed I’ve always called home. I could feel the air blowing through my hair as I sprinted towards the nearest room in attempts to escape the person close on my heels.

As I rounded the corner into the main hall, I looked around to find the clearest path that led to the stairs, my breathlessness catching the attention of many who were working in the hall. After spying my goal, I quickly began darting through the maids and butlers crossing ahead and around me, before finally reaching the stairs

I began leaping up them three at a time trying to make some more distance between myself and my pursuer. I could feel my legs begin to scream at the effort I was exerting, but I ignored it in favour of swiftly making it to the top of the tower and quickly shutting myself in the nearest room; which, to my dismay, just so happened to be the only room in the tower.

I glanced around the room panicked, looking for somewhere to hide myself before the one who was following me could find me. I spotted a large wardrobe tucked in the back corner of the room, so I rushed over and practically threw myself into it before shutting the doors in front of me.

I had begun to catch my breath when I suddenly heard the door to the room swing open; thankfully the hinges were a little squeaky. I held my breath as I heard the footfalls of my chaser slowly enter the bedroom. I knew they were surveying the room, looking for where I was, and I could only hope that they would be dumb enough to not check the giant and obvious hiding spot that was the dresser I found myself in.

I closed my eyes as I heard the footsteps quietly approach my hiding spot. I prepared myself for the swinging open of the wardrobe doors and the loud yelling that would follow, but nothing like that came. The footsteps slowly went away, becoming quieter and quieter as they went further away. I waited another couple minutes before letting out a heavy sigh, and lightly pushed the door open slightly. When all of a sudden both doors swung wide open and I was dragged into a crushing hold before being pulled completely from the closet.

“Ha ha ha! I found you! I win!” The pair of arms yelled as they swung me around in a circle over and over again. I felt like a rag doll in the hands on some insane toddler! Ridiculous! If someone saw that this was how the prince treated his own bodyguard, you’d be out of a job! I struggled in his grasp before reaching behind me and pinching his side, forcing him to let me go and making his burst into a fit of giggles.

“Now come on (Y/N), that’s not fair. You know I’m ticklish!”

“I am very aware, your highness. Which is exactly why I did it.” You began to lightly dust yourself off as you watched the prince recover from your attack and walk over to the bed across the room and flop backwards onto it. He patted the spot next to him, inviting you to come sit, which you willingly obliged. You sat yourself down on the edge of the bed and leaned yourself against the post at the foot of the bed, crossing one of your legs then tucking it under the other which was dangling off the side of the mattress.

“You know you can call me Yunho right? Even if you’re my bodyguard, we have been together since we were born. We even have the same birthday!” You glanced at him as he stared at you from his spot on the bed. You slowly leaned towards him, raising an eyebrow at the small smile he had on his faced, before firmly flicking him on the forehead.

“Ow! What was that for?” Yunho cried out as he rubbed his hand on his sore forehead, checking occasionally to make sure there was no blood spewing from where you had hit him. You simply giggled at his reaction, it was always fun to watch his dramatics.

After ensuring that he was not in fact going to die from a head wound, Yunho sat himself up on the bed and turning so he could scoot back and lean against the baseboard of the bed next the you. He pressed his shoulder against yours then began fiddling with your fingers, closely inspecting your nails, rings, and the handful of scars that littered the backs of your hands and palms from combat practice.

“You know you’re my best friend right? You’re not just a bodyguard to me I hope you know that.” Yunho spoke softly as he gently held your hand in his, looking at you almost like a puppy waiting for their owner to address them. You relaxed against him and let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in.

“I know, you’re my best friend too. But you must remember Yunho, you’re also the prince of Dirus and next in line to the throne, and I am responsible for keeping you safe.” You sat up and turned towards him as you spoke, keeping your hands together, you looked him in the eyes to make sure he not only knew, but understood what you were saying, and where you were coming from.

“I know that. But we’re still kids! We’re 14 years old, and I still have years before I become king! We need to have fun together before we don’t have the time to, right?” He stared at you as you spoke, his gaze was so intense it felt like he was trying to read your mind. And it felt like he could.

You slumped your shoulders at his reply and turned your head away from him, unsure of how to respond.

Yunho instantly noticed you change in demeanor and somewhat regretted pressing the issue that was already an often discussed issue between to two of you.

“Okay okay, changing the subject now… Uhh… (Y/N) tell me again about the tattoos on your wrists? They look like they’ve spread since the last time I saw them.” Yunho pushed up the sleeves of your loose shirt to expose more of your arms, revealing the curling and spiraling black and red tattoos that started from where your hands connected to your wrists, and were slowly climbing their way up.

“I’ve told you about what these are already though?”

“Yes I know, but tell me again! I find it really interesting.” He looked at you with the begging look that he knew you could never say no to. You rolled your eyes at him before letting your lips curl into a smile.

“Fine.” you sighed. “Its common knowledge that I am a bloodbourne, a rare species of human that can take on the special traits on individual whose DNA I consume. Along with these abilities, bloodbournes also develop these tattoos that once they reach maturity, will completely cover their arms, back, and chest.” Yunho stared at you in awe, as if he hadn’t already heard this explanation before.

“The reason for these tattoos is for when we use a very special ability that is completely unique to bloodbournes. Not only can we take on the special abilities of others, we can also heal any wounds they have by reciting a special incantation.” You went to run your hands over your tattoos, finding that they were becoming almost itchy, when you noticed that Yunho was already rubbing his fingertips along them unconsciously. You were immediately relieved. You hated thinking about what happened when bloodbournes used that incantation, especially when it was the reason your own parents were dead.

“By reciting that incantation, a bloodbourne can heal the cells in a victims wound, at the expense of their own. Our cells die to revive those of the victim, and the tattoos ensure that by burning into our bodies. My mother told me once that it is the mostly noble and selfless power anyone could ever possess.” Yunho was still staring at you as you finished your explanation, his mouth wide open. Was he seriously trying to catch flies?

He snapped back to reality and quickly shut his mouth.

“Can you do that?”

You looked at him as you spun a piece of your hair between your fingers.

“Not really. I only came into my powers last year. The most I can really do is heal a papercut, and that doesn’t hurt at all. When I reach maturity and all of my tattoos have formed I’ll be able to however.”

Yunho was still dragging his fingers along your wrists, analyzing each twist and turn they took as he stared. He kept brushing over spots that were very ticklish, but wasn’t letting you pull away. He laced your fingers together as he brought your right hand up to his face for closer inspection. The gesture made you flush a bright red before tugging your hand away and crossing your arms across your chest, earning a confused look from the young prince.

“Will you let me see them when that day comes?” He asked you innocently as if he hadn’t just been holding your hand so close to his face that you could feel his breath.

“When what day comes?”

“When you reach maturity and all your tattoos have formed. I want to see them then.”

“Not if you keep frisking me like that your highness. I might just have to go to your father and complain about harassment in the workplace!” The look on Yunho’s face as you told him that was priceless. He looked so concerned! He probably thought that you were actually going to do it.

“Okay! I’m sorry! I won’t do it anymore! But please let me see all your tattoos one day (Y/N)! I think they’re so pretty how they wrap and tangle with it each other. It so cool!” Yunho had bounced himself back onto the bed and threw himself into a bow at your feet.

“I reach maturity in 7 years. Are you serious willing to wait that long just to see some tattoos?”

“Well, you’re my bodyguard. We were born together, and you are meant to die by my side. We’re stuck together until one of us meets our end, so seven years is nothing since we’re together forever right?”

Sadly, those seven years are what made all the difference.

[youwillcallher]

something that’s been bothering me about this season is how little dennis’ absence has been addressed, even as a joke! we know rcg and they literally never leave any plot point unaddressed, they love bringing back even tiny things from previous seasons and showing the later consequences of them (for instance, dennis continuing to impersonate brian lefevre leading to mandy and north dakota etc etc etc) so why would they not focus on it? it feels like they’re purposefully starving us for an explanation and dragging it out much longer than literally any other show would. i remember seeing an interview where glenn said something like “dennis, the character, decided to leave the bar, and we’re going to take that decision and development seriously.” but the thing is, they haven’t! 

or at least, not yet.

(putting it under a read more because this got long)

as we all know, there’s some timeline fuckery happening this season -- the gang beats boggs 2: ladies reboot happens after the super bowl (see: guigino’s waiter). this is the first time the super bowl episode has been brought up. we see it mentioned again in time’s up for the gang. rcg is clearly laying breadcrumbs leading up to the episode, and it must have some significance. 

we all know rex is back in the episode, and i don’t think it’s unreasonable whatsoever to theorize that out gay beefcake mac and rex, someone mac has been outwardly attracted to since season three, will definitely at the very least do some intense flirting, and seeing as it is the super bowl, it also wouldn’t be unreasonable to think hmm! maybe there’s a kiss cam moment in there! maybe with rex, maybe not, but i think we’re definitely going to see some very gay mac in that episode, hopefully making out with some beefcake on live television.

if that happens, which honestly seems pretty possible (why else bring rex back if not for a symbol of mac’s gay awakening and maybe the first time we see him actually getting with a guy?), i think it’s entirely plausible that it sets off the sequence of events leading to dennis coming back to philly. 

say dennis is sitting at home in ND, watching the big game (cause even if you take the man out of philly, you can’t take philly out of the man!), and the kiss cam starts rolling. he doesn’t pay much attention at first -- watching people that aren’t him make out is one of his top pet peeves, why should he give a shit if other people kiss? it’s not like they’re fucking, and more importantly, if he’s not involved, there is literally no reason to care -- but then suddenly he sees a familiar face and freezes in place. his eyes are glued to the screen, his hand stops digging through the bowl of popcorn he’s holding, his face contorts into shock then confusion then disgust: mac is making out with a guy on live tv. mac is making out with a guy on live tv. mac is making out with a guy on live tv. mac is making out with a guy on live tv.

the very next morning, dennis’ bags are packed, and he’s back to philly. not because he finally realizes he’s in love with mac and is returning to confess his undying adoration for him and win him back, like some shitty rom com. no, it’s because dennis can deal with a lot of things, sure, but watching the one person he thought would always worship and love him, someone who’s unending admiration and devotion to him has always been as constant, expected, and without deviation as (as @rcgrights brilliantly put it) the air dennis needs to breathe -- watching that person immediately move on without a second thought, on live tv, no less? this is the ultimate humiliation and betrayal in dennis’ eyes. he has no idea what the fuck the emotions he’s currently feeling are, but he knows none of them are positive, and that he wants them to stop. reminder that this is dennis “i just want everything to go back to normal” reynolds, a man who hides his dependence and insecurities under layers and layers of superiority. but yet, in a split second, all of his carefully constructed walls had come crashing down because mac, the one person he thought would always adore and desire him, apparently no longer does. if mac’s no longer in love with him, who even is he? mac’s love for him has become so deeply intertwined in the dynamic of the gang, the only people on earth he cares about, so deeply intertwined in his life, so deeply intertwined in his own psyche, that now that it’s no longer obvious he has no idea what to do with himself. he never thought it would come to this. so something has to change.

mac is, as we all know, an extremely dependent and emotionally stunted person. he had a horrible and depressing upbringing, and now, after a lifetime of being neglected, avoided, and unloved, he is stuck in the freudian pregenital stage, which is marked by feelings of intense deprivation and loss. this is something that’s always been woven into his character, even though it became clearer and clearer as time went on. back in the season five commentary for mac and dennis break up, dr. drew pinsky (an actual psychologist and doctor from celebrity rehab that, for whatever reason, rcg brought on) says about mac’s fear of abandonment in relation to dennis: “everything threatens him because he’s in an abandonment crisis right now. he got close to being abandoned so anything now is a threat.” this is a pretty accurate explanation for almost all of mac’s interactions with dennis -- the more it seems like dennis is moving away from him, the more desperate he is to have him back, and the more outwardly affectionate he is out of fear of abandonment. however, part of being as emotionally stunted as mac is not being able to properly understand what happens when people distance themselves, be that physically, emotionally, or both. to quote dr. drew talking about mac, “one thing about little kids, like, two-year-olds, they can’t tolerate coming and going. when somebody’s out of sight, they cease to exist. very primitive way of perceiving other people” to which charlie day responds “yes, mac’s very primitive.” this knowledge makes it easy to understand mac’s apparent lack of response to dennis’ absence -- out of sight, out of mind. if he’s not there, he ceases to exist. obviously, it’s not that simple, but having dennis be gone is almost a relief for mac: he doesn’t have to worry about pleasing him and gaining his love and respect anymore, because he’s not in the picture. there’s no way mac can even screw it up because he’s just not there. this is a weird and unwelcome but surprisingly freeing feeling that mac isn’t quite sure how to deal with. 

unfortunately, he doesn’t get much opportunity to find out, because before he knows it, dennis is back.

dennis is back, refusing to explain what happened, telling them to just move past it, which is strange because no one, not even dennis, leaves their family and retcons a major life decision they felt confident in for absolutely no reason. if the reason was that he got tired of being a dad, or he didn’t like mandy, or that the north dakota life was boring and just not for him, why wouldn’t he tell the gang, even in a split second off hand manner? it’s strange that he wouldn’t mention it whatsoever. unless, of course, the only reason he came back is one that dennis can’t wrap his mind around, one that for all logical conclusions shouldn’t be a reason at all. it’s just like the part of the gang does a clip show where they ask him to name one good thing about living with mac, and he can’t. mac is annoying, doesn’t pay rent or do any work, all he does is go on the dildo bike, etc.. there is no reason why dennis should keep living with him, and dennis knows that. so why has he lived with him for twenty years, why has he not taken any of the many opportunities he’s been given to move out for good, why did he not get a new apartment after coming back from north dakota, why does he still stay with mac when there’s absolutely no logical explanation for it? these are the questions that dennis desperately tries to avoid thinking about, for fear of finding out something he doesn’t want to know about himself, about mac, about them. so, he replaces these insecurities with the only things he knows how: superiority complexes, cockiness, and being an absolute dick to mac. because that means that dennis is above mac, right? he’s still himself, he’s still awesome, he doesn’t need mac, right? if he insults mac and makes it clear he’s not interested in him, then on some level that has to be true, right? 

let’s say he’s more self aware than he seems to be, though. let’s say he has some vague idea of what’s going on, or at the very least, knows he wants mac back to normal. if he wants mac to dote on him again, then why would he treat him 10x shittier than he has any other time? well, dennis prides himself on his minoring in psychology, as we all know, and even if he kind of sucks at it, there’s no way anyone with even the tiniest background in psych wouldn’t have picked up on mac’s abandonment issues. and knowing that dennis 1) knows mac so well, and 2) most likely knows how the pre-genital stage/fear of abandonment works from his past education, it’s fitting to assume that he knows that the best way to get mac immediately back under his influence is to be completely and totally awful to him. the worse dennis is to mac, the harder mac tries. and dennis is desperate for mac to try, he’s so used to having mac’s constant approval of him that now that he feels like he’s lost it, he needs it back, and needs it stronger than ever. this may be why dennis has been so awful to mac all season, but, of course, continues living with him, continues being around him, and is even back in philly in the first place. again, why else could he possibly be back? maybe this is entirely speculation and i’m reading way too deeply into everything, but it really seems as if this is one of the only explanations for dennis’ admittedly strange behavior this season. 

let’s just say that i’m anxiously and apprehensively awaiting the gang wins the big game. 

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Best Boyfriend You’ve Never Had (Bucky x Reader)- Part 8

Summary: You go to the rehearsal dinner and have a lovely conversation with Ryan. Bucky steps in to defend your honor, but you react differently than he’d expected…

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, OFC Catherine, OMC Thomas, OMC Ryan, OMC Bill, OFC Trish, *special guest appearance* Ace the fictitious canine!

Warnings: just a little bit of Ryan being a shit (condescending comments), minor fight b/w you and Bucky

Word Count: 3262

Masterlist

Part 7 / Part 9

You grinned as Bucky held open your door and helped you out of the car, offering his hand as he then lead you into the restaurant your sister had booked for the reception, and where you were having drinks and dinner after the rehearsal. The ceremony rehearsal had gone off without a hitch, and you couldn’t wait to see your sister all dolled up in her wedding gown- which she had yet to show you- tomorrow at the real wedding. As you approached the restaurant, which was already filled with family and friends, Bucky grasped your hand in his and tugged you close. You entered the gorgeous venue, and you looked around in awe. It was so sophisticated and warm and formal- so unlike you- but hell, these past two weeks you’d been playing pretend, why not do the same now and pretend you belonged in a place like this. You took two long-stemmed glasses of champagne from the tray of a waiter walking by, thanking him as he passed you. You took a sip from one of them and handed the other to Bucky.

“Jesus, would’ja look at this place? I probably couldn’t afford to look through the window of this joint,” he mumbled into his glass, and you snorted in agreement. You glanced around the restaurant, knowing you were supposed to meet up with your sister at some point to go over where you were to be seated. Your sister hated the idea of one long table for the bridal party, saying it was so impersonal and distant from the rest of the guests, so she had instead arranged for the bridal party to be seated at the three round tables closest to the podium and dance floor, on the floor with the other guests’ tables. You tugged on Bucky’s metal hand, pulling him through the crowd to find your sister. You scanned the many faces coming into your eyesight before your gaze landed on a familiar head of wavy caramel hair.

You placed a hand on your sister’s shoulder, who turned around and grinned at you in greeting. “(Y/N/N)! Oh, wasn’t the ceremony just perfect? God, I cannot thank you and the rest of the girls enough for everything you’ve done to help this go smoothly. I love ya, sis!” She threw her arms around your neck, and you laughed before patting her back gently.

“Ditto,” you replied warmly. When your sister pulled away you nodded at Thomas, who you’d just realized was standing beside her.

“Hey (Y/N), Bucky. Catherine’s right, thank you so much for all your help and support. And Bucky, I’m telling you I’m gonna beat you one day at one-on-one. Just you watch.” Bucky chuckled, shrugging.

“We’ll see, man. I don’t know if any amount of practice can fix those clown feet, stompin’ up and down the driveway.” Thomas feigned a hurt expression, clutching his chest.

“I’ll have you know these clown feet seemed to be working just fine until you showed up with your freaking unending endurance and super speed. Who the hell do you think you are, you perfect specimen of nature?” You and Catherine roared with laughter, clutching on to each other as Bucky and Tom went back and forth. You wiped the tears from your eyes as you calmed down, but you quickly sobered again as a new face joined the four of you.

“Hey, man,” Ryan grinned at Thomas as he clapped him on the shoulder. You frowned. What was he doing here? He hadn’t been at the dress rehearsal.

“Hey, pal, glad you could make it!” Tom greeted his friend. Ryan’s eyes flashed to yours, hazel orbs drinking in your dress.

“Hi, (Y/N), Bucky. Good to see you two again.” He nodded, and you smiled politely, taking another sip of your champagne. An uncomfortable silence fell over your group for a few moments, until Catherine took your hand and pulled you away.

“(Y/N), come on, let’s go find mom, she’s probably off somewhere telling some poor waiter how to do his job.” You silently thanked her and fled, sending Bucky a fleeting glance before you disappeared into the crowd. “Jesus, what the hell was Thomas thinking inviting that douche? I’m so sorry, hon, I swear I didn’t know he was friends with him.” You shook your head.

“It’s fine, Catie, really. It was like eight years ago, and I’ve got Bucky now.”

(just until the end of the weekend, (y/n/n), don’t’cha forget)

You walked up to the bar, ordering a whiskey for Bucky and a rum and coke for yourself. You drank a deep sip, taking in a breath to clear your head. Catherine nearly inhaled her white wine, running a hand through her hair. “You good?” You nodded. She tapped her manicured nails on the counter before pushing off. “Okay, good. Well I actually should go find mom now, aunt Laura just arrived and was asking for her. I’ll catch up with you later? Dinner should be starting in about 15 minutes.” You waved her off before starting your trek back to Bucky. You met his eyes in the crowd as you tried to weave your way through the guests without spilling, finally making your way back to his side. You offered him the whiskey, which he took with a grateful smile before placing his hand at the small of your back. His fingers rubbed at the dark blue lace of the dress, and you leaned into him subconsciously.

Thomas was nowhere to be seen, most likely going to make the rounds with the guests, but Ryan was still standing in front of you and Bucky. He stood confidently with a hand in his pocket and the other loosely holding a glass of champagne. “So, what do you do now, (Y/N)? I mean, I know you’re an Avenger or whatever, but you don’t seem to be like a really main member of the team, so is there other stuff you do for them?” Bucky scoffed at Ryan’s remark, and just as you were about to give the smug man a piece of your mind, the hard-eyed soldier beside you cut in.

“You got some nerve. She’s not our cleaning lady, bub, she doesn’t do anything for us. She’s a vital part of the team. The Avengers work together to make sure wise guys like you can keep living your 9 to 5 lives in peace. Without (Y/N), half of the team probably wouldn’t have even come home from the missions you’re always flapping your jaw about on that bullshit radio show of yours, and a hell of a lot more innocent people would be dead too.” Ryan’s face went pale at Bucky’s sudden abandonment of his polite demeanour, and especially so at the mentioning of his show. “So don’t go and treat her like she doesn’t matter; there’s no one like (Y/N) (L/N) in the world and you’d do well not to talk down to her again.” Bucky’s sharp glare burned into Ryan’s hazel eyes, the other man swallowing thickly. He nodded.

You clenched your jaw and turned around swiftly, downing your drink in one go and abandoning it on a random table as you abruptly left the scene. Bucky called after you, but you powered on, not stopping until you were on the sidewalk outside the restaurant. The dark-haired man’s heavy hand fell on your shoulder, turning you around to face him. “Are you alright, doll? God, that creep-“

“Why did you do that? I could have defended myself,” you interrupted him. Bucky frowned at you in confusion. “I get that you were trying to defend my honor or play the protective boyfriend card or whatever, but I can fight my own battles, Bucky. I was doing it long before I met you, and I don’t need you to do it for me now.” You didn’t know why you were getting so angry; Bucky had done something no one had done for you before, something no one had ever cared enough to do, and you were tearing him a new one?

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I didn’t mean to make you feel weak or anything. I just got so angry at him, how condescending he was being, and I just couldn’t stop myself. I never meant to make it look like you couldn’t do it yourself.” He looked at you so genuinely apologetic, brows furrowed in sincerity as he stood in front of you. 

Your shoulders slumped, and you sighed. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You apologized, guilt washing over you. “I don’t know why I got so mad, it was really sweet of you to step in like that. No one’s ever defended me like that before, I just didn’t want it to look like I was hiding behind you to fight my battles. Thank you, Bucky.” You took a step closer to him, rubbing your arms in shame.

Bucky stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, surrounding you in the warmth of his safety and the fresh scent of sandalwood and mint gum that was so uniquely him. “I’ll always be there to have your back, doll, but I promise I’ll let you hold your own from now on.” You smiled into his chest.

“God, you’re the best boyfriend ever. Uh- fake. Fake boyfriend.” You blushed.

(and don’t’cha forget it, honey)

You cleared your throat and pulled away. “Let’s go back inside, Catherine said dinner was starting soon.” Bucky smiled warmly, allowing you to enter first with a bow and a presenting sweep of his arm.

“After you.”

You woke up the next morning to the cozy smell of coffee and hash browns wafting up from downstairs. You lifted your arms above your head, groaning in satisfaction as your muscles stretched sweetly. You looked over to see the other side of the bed empty, the sheets cold to the touch. You frowned, realizing you’d woken up without Bucky beside you nearly every morning since you’d been in town. You were wondering if he was having trouble sleeping, and where he was now, when you heard a hearty laugh rumble up from the kitchen. Your heart skipped a beat and you jumped out of bed, running a hand through your hair as you made your way down the stairs. When you entered the kitchen, you saw your mother sitting at the island, coffee sloshing dangerously close to the edge of the mug she was holding as she gasped for air in laughter. Your father was by the sink, rinsing a measuring cup, smiling fondly as he watched your mom. Your eyes shifted to the stove, where a mess of long dark hair pulled up in a messy ponytail and broad shoulders towered over a pan of sizzling potatoes, bacon and assorted vegetables. You grinned as you approached the island, rubbing a hand over your eyes.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” Bucky greeted, winking at you through the locks of hair that had fallen out of the ponytail and into his eyes. You smiled sleepily.

“Good morning. I see everyone seems to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed but me. Where are Catherine and Thomas?” Your mother took a sip from her coffee before answering.

“They’re already out to go over everything last-minute with the wedding planner, so it’s just us for breakfast. Sweetheart, Bucky was just telling us about your friend Steve’s birthday party that Tony threw last year, and how you-”

“Oh, God, how I got my legs taken out when Sam tried sliding down the stairs on Steve’s shield? God, that idiot’s the reason why I double check that all our weapons are locked away before any of Tony’s parties now,” you groaned. “Did he also tell you about the time Thor nearly killed all those World War II veterans with his Asgardian liquor at another one of Stark’s bashes?” Your mom’s mouth fell open in amusement. She grinned, turning to your dad.

“I still can’t believe she spends every day with Captain America and Iron Man! Our baby’s a superhero!” You put your face in your hands in embarrassment as Bucky chuckled.

“Ma, I’m really not…” you insisted.

You heard the clicking of nails on hardwood floor quickly approaching you, and you turned around just in time for a golden mass of fur to come sliding clumsily into your feet. You barked out a laugh as you knelt down to pet your dog.

“Hi, buddy! I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever; we’ve just been so busy this week I haven’t had any proper Ace/(Y/N) time!” You scratched under his ears as his tail wagged eagerly.

“Bucky sure was having some good bonding time with him when we came down this morning,” your father commented. “We came down and Bucky was outside playing with Ace and his ball. Already took him for a walk and all.” You looked up at Bucky in awe as he ducked his head, pushing the hash browns around in the pan with the spatula. “I swear, he’s making us look like bad pet owners, the attention he’s been giving that dog these past two weeks.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around your dog. He licked your ear affectionately, his long wagging tail tickling your nose.

“Well, Bucky’s always wanted a dog. He never had one as a kid, and now, well, Tony’d have an aneurysm if his precious tower was contaminated with dog hair, God forbid,” you rolled our eyes as you recalled what Bucky had mentioned to you once. The two of you had been driving to the upstate Avengers facility and you’d driven past a young woman walking her dog; it had been a gorgeous golden retriever, and something in its eyes and its playful energy had reminded you of Ace.

You rubbed between Ace’s ears once more before standing up and heading over to the coffee pot, the lab-boxer mix hot on your heels. You poured a mug of coffee for yourself, peering over to see Bucky’s was nearly empty, and you pulled it towards yourself to refill it, as you usually did every morning, even at the Tower. Bucky smiled at you in gratitude as he scooped the hash browns into a Corningware container. He stepped forward and you stepped back, anticipating he’d be reaching for a fork from the utensil drawer you had been standing in front of, opening the drawer for him as you moved out of the way. You switched places with him, smoothly taking the now empty but greasy frying pan from his hand. He turned back around to put the fork in the hash browns, and you handed him his coffee mug before sliding behind him to the sink to rinse out the pan.

“How long have you two been together again?” Your mother asked. You had to bite your tongue from saying that you weren’t actually a couple, and Bucky answered without a beat.

“Seven months.” You felt a soft smile tug at your lips.

“God, you’d think you two have been together for years. You just move so fluidly around each other. It took Bill and me years to get that kind of looseness around each other down.” Your dad, who was now standing behind your mom with a hand resting on the back of her chair, chuckled.

“Remember our first week living together in that tiny apartment? We must have stepped on each other’s toes four times a day trying to maneuver around in that kitchen.”

Your mom turned around to give him a teasing look. “How can I forget? I still can’t feel my toes.” You and Bucky laughed, finishing the preparations for breakfast. You took out the plates and forks as Bucky set out the food he’d made. “Oh, Lordy, I don’t know if I’ll be able to fit in my dress for the wedding today after eating all this food,” your mother hummed as she sat beside your father at the table. She turned to you, placing a hand on your arm. “(Y/N), if I haven’t already said this, listen very well: please marry this man so I can have at least one other good cook in this family.” You blushed at her comment.

“Ma,” you warned. “You’re gonna scare him off…” You whined. Bucky pulled out a chair for you, giving you a chivalrous smile.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’ve seen you right after you’ve rolled out of bed at noon after one of Natasha’s girls’ nights out. If that hasn’t scared me off, I’m here to stay.” You flushed even warmer, both from embarrassment and the sincerity in his tone.

At about 3:00 that afternoon, you were adjusting your necklace around your neck when you heard a knock at the door. “Doll, it’s me, can I come in?” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of Bucky’s gruff voice, and you squeaked out a yes. The door opened and Bucky poked his head in, glancing around the room before fully entering. When Bucky stayed silent, you turned around from facing the floor-length mirror on the wall to take in his appearance. Your breath caught in your throat. His broad figure was dressed in a sharp dark grey three-piece suit, with a light blue striped tie and dress shirt highlighting his baby blue gaze. His long chocolate locks were brushed and tucked behind his ears, the hint of stubble he’d neglected to shave that morning only reinforcing the captivating edge of his look. You cleared your throat, no longer holding back the smile that tugged at your lips.

“Wow, you look good. Clean up nice for a meatball.” Bucky let out an amused laugh, his gaze never wavering from your appearance. You suddenly became very aware of how underdressed you would look next to this perfect asshole, and you crossed your arms in front of yourself self-consciously. “Damn it, I wish you’d shown me what you were wearing; I would have gotten Catie to pick a more flattering bridesmaid dress,” you laughed sheepishly. Bucky’s eyes snapped up to your own disbelievingly.

“What? Doll, you’re gorgeous. I can’t stop looking at you. I mean, you’re always gorgeous and I never can stop looking at you no matter, but tonight, this dress, everything- it suits you so perfectly. Catherine’s a genius because it’s- I- it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

(holy fuck, does someone have a defibrillator handy, (y/n/n)’s heart stopped at ‘doll’)

You smiled shyly and looked down, tugging at the soft fabric of your dress. You turned back around to look at the mirror. You smoothed down the skirt again, taking it all in to try to see what the big huff was about. It was just a simple dress, a dusty rose pink A-line number with a sweetheart neckline. Chiffon straps crossed in the open back while the waist cinched in before allowing the skirt to flow out to the floor. Your hair was curled in big, loose waves and was half pinned up and braided, allowing for your wavy locks to freely tumble over your shoulders without falling in your eyes. “C’mon,” Bucky said softly. “We’ve got a wedding for me to show you off at.”

You took his hand and allowed him to lead you down the stairs once again, just like the night before. At the base of the stairs you slipped on your heels, checking to make sure your spare pair of white flats were in your purse for later in the night when your feet would inevitably start to go numb from the heels. You grabbed a jacket before turning to Bucky, giving him a smile to confirm you were ready to leave for the wedding.

“You ready, doll?”

You nodded in affirmation.

“Here we go.”

Part 7 / Part 9

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[IF] Wonwoo were... a long-time friend?

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Series: [IF] The Series

Sub: Long-time friend

Member: Jeon Wonwoo (Seventeen)

Rating: G

Theme: Long-time friends, or so you thought. You decided to not tell him you’ve begin bartending. What happens when he found out?

Ola oh my god it’s been quite a while >.< Things have been completely hectic for me. I just finished my exams but then I had to pack things cuz we’re moving!! Yeah so I barely had time to write. Probs gonna properly start writing once we’re settled in our new house. Anyway, I feel guilty for not updating in so long so here’s a Wonwoo scenario in the meantime, hehe cuz I just can’t resist the guy >.< (BTW Gif’s not mine!)

You didn’t know how exactly the two of you got to this. You, who was always the rational one, someone who rarely lost her cool. You just thought that there was no better way than this to shut him up from his useless babbles, because it was really going nowhere. And you knew better that he was just jealous, although he would never admit it.

It all started when he found out you’ve been working at a bar.

You were not someone who enjoy drinking, but you do find joy in making them. And you, blessed with light hands, had unintentionally master the art of liquor making. So when you decided to enter the competition hoping to win some cash, you ended up being scouted to that bar.

At first you were a bit reluctant because it was still a job affiliated to the night life and you were far from comfortable with that. But then you thought so what? The pay was good, the manager was super understanding, and it matched your schedule. So you didn’t really have anything big against working there.

That one particular night a group of friends came over to the bar. You had been doing your usual, bartending, occasionally lolling your head to the gentle notes of the saxophone. That is until you heard Wonwoo’s voice from across the bar, and when you looked over, he was within that group of friends. Before you realise it, he’s been staring at you more intense than ever, quietly sipping his drink as he watched several of his friends hitting on you.

You knew that look he gave you; a look of wanting an explanation. But you simply shrugged it off. After all, the two of you were not in a relationship where you had to tell him everything.  

You stretched your arms after zipping your jacket close. It was near 4 in the morning and you had just finished your shift.

“I thought you hated the night life, didn’t expect you to work there.” 

You jumped out of surprise. He was the last person you thought would be there when you head home. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked, looking at him sideways as you rub the palm of your hands together.

“Can’t you see? I’m walking you home.” 

He then took your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours before putting it inside the warm pocket of his jacket. He always knew you hated the cold.

And this made you feel a bit guilty.

Wonwoo was always gentle with girls, you included. For sure he must’ve felt obligated to care for you even more because you were his long-time friend.

You chuckled. “You know you don’t have to walk me home. I’m a biggie, I can take care of myself, Jeon Wonwoo,” you declared proudly, pinching his nose in the process.

Only to trip over your own shoe lace a second later. 

Wonwoo swiftly grabbing you by your arm. “Oh yeah? Ms ‘I’m a biggie I can take care of myself’?” He scoffed before lowering himself to level his hands with your shoes.

Quietly, like always, he’d do things for you, things that never fail to send your hopes up. You knew you weren’t supposed to feel anything, especially knowing he must’ve had a significant other waiting for him somewhere.

But then again you couldn’t help it. They say love grows with time, hell those words couldn’t prove better. 

10 years. That’s how long you’ve known him, and that’s how long you’ve been crushing on him. It was just so incomprehensible. You couldn’t get him out of your mind no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times you’ve seen for yourself Jeon Wonwoo making out with another girl, smiling with his hand on her waist, looking as happy as ever.

Yeah, you were just his friend, and you were probably going to stay that way. So before you end up in an unwanted drama, you knew better to stay within your lane. That was also why you decided to stay silent about your recent life, including working in that bar.

“Do you really have to work there?” His deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “I get that the pay is good, but,” he got up after making sure your shoes were tied properly, “what are you gonna do if I’m not here to pick you up?”

Again. How many times have you wished he’d stop these kind gestures, these kind words. So you ruffled his hair, ignoring the usual tinge in your chest every time he said something like this. 

“I told you, I can take care of myself.”

It was still a place where people get drunk for all they care. And tonight, you just had to face the most annoying of the kind; the one who hit on you repeatedly, even after you’ve dismissed them politely.

Now this guy his friends called ‘Mingyu’ had been going on an unending stream of pickup lines with you. And now he’s moved even closer to you. From the smell of his breath you could tell he was drunk. Well, for someone bulky he couldn’t really hold his liquor.

And as usual, you just scoffed at him, giving him the ‘whatever’ look, while unintentionally dismissing him off in a rather sexy manner. But of course you didn’t realise that until he grabbed a hold of your thigh, yanking you unsteady. 

“What the—?!”

You almost snapped, but thank god the manager was a second earlier than you, and he told you to get a little rest. You muffled a little thank you before walking away to the back kitchen.

You sighed, bringing a couple of washed glasses in your hand. This was the first time a customer had hit you off bad. Of course you were used to being hit on, but it never got this far. That Mingyu guy, or whatever his name was, was quite persistent. 

You shook your head trying to forget what just happened.

Then suddenly, without warning, a pair of hand trapped your back on the wall of the hallway. And the strong, familiar, musky scent of his cologne came attacking your nose at once. 

You looked up and just as you thought, you found Wonwoo. His eyes were hooded as he looked at you fervently. You knew where this was going. You just didn’t think he’d actually come over to you when you briefly saw him by the door as that guy yank your thigh.

“Woo, if this is about me working here, then we’ve talked about it,” you did your best to put on a smile, ignoring the rather close distance. “I can take care of myself, alright? Now excuse me, I still have things to do.”

Wonwoo let out a heavy breath as he leaned closer to you. “Yeah? You call acting all sexy like that ‘taking care of yourself’? Did you see them getting all horny at you?”

You gave him a confused look. Whoa whoa, yes the drunk guy was doing something far from gentle to you, but it wasn’t much of Wonwoo’s business for him to get all sour like this.

“But I did take care of it–“

“–No! Your manager took care of that. If he wasn’t there god knows what they would do to you!” He ran a hand to his hair, throwing you a troubled look. And this was the first time you’ve seen him with that look.

“Speaking of which, that manager too. I know how he looked at you, that wasn’t how a superior would look at his subordinate. He’s definitely has his eyes on you too,” he continued. His eyes were yelling resentment, and his voice was becoming more exasperated.

You blinked once, then twice. At this point you didn’t know how to react. You wished he had a really good reason for suddenly snapping like this. Not the one that made your hope high in the air again, but a real, actual, good, explainable reason.

Realising you hadn’t been saying anything, he snapped again. “Hey – are you even listening to me? I want you to quit. No, no, no, I’ll make you quit. You have to quit. I’ll help you find a new job, I’m sure there are others that pay as good. There’s no way I’m letting you work at a place where lord knows how many guys might do things to you. That’s final. Are you listening?”

Your mouth hanging while your eyes fluttered in awe. That was the first time Jeon Wonwoo has ever spoken that long. You couldn’t make why he was getting so on edge about this. So without thinking, you blurted out something unexpected, looking at him straight in the eyes.

“Are you… jealous?”

And that caught him real good. His eyes widened in surprise and he immediately turned away. “Wh-what? Wh-where did you get that idea from?” He looked all flustered.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Listen, I’m just worried. And that’s normal. You’ve got too many guys lingering around you if you keep on working here, and I,” he fumbled about his lips as he made eye contact with you, biting it occasionally, the little gesture you knew he does whenever he’s nervous.

And you felt a smirk crawling upon your lips. “And you can’t stand it because you’re jealous.”

“No. I’m just w-worried.”

“You’re worried because you’re jealous.”

“Wh! No! It’s – it’s just – shit!” He threw his head away from you. And you felt your grin getting wider. 

The next thing you knew you’ve had your lips brushed his. Not innocently, like a tease, but hot, fiery, and passionate, leaving him standing there frozen, trying to process whatever just happened. 

And as soon as it got to him, he melted against your kiss. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as his breaths mingled. But as he reached in for more, you pulled back. Reality finally hit you.

“Oh my god – Woo – I-I’m so sorry!” you looked down, the face of his girl making out with him suddenly flashed about in your mind. And you felt not less guilty.

But unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip. He lifted your chin, eyes gazing back at your lips. “Don’t say sorry after making me like this…” his words faded as his lips reattached to yours.

Everything seemed so wrong yet so right. Forget reasons, your head couldn’t even begin to fathom how perfect his lips moulded into yours. Yes, you’ve seen him make out with other girls before, and you admit how much you wished it was you instead, and now having his lips actually latched onto your felt a thousand times better.

“H-hey,” you immediately called him as he began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses. “S-stop. You have a girlfriend…” you shut your eyes, trying to not feel good upon his touches.

“What girlfriend…” he trailed off, still busy caressing your neck with his lips. “If you’re talking about Mia then chill, she’s nobody.” He smiled cheekily onto your neck. “Just because she kissed me doesn’t make her my girlfriend. Are you happy I’m not taken?” 

He chuckled at your puzzled expression. He ran a hand on his hair, as he peck your lips quickly.

“I didn’t realise you were this slow…” he poked your forehead. “I’ve been in love with you, why would I go out with someone else?”

Wait. What?

-END-

GAHH my writing has become so stiff. Forgive this lowly peasant.

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ML Fluff Month Day 20 || Caught

When Ladybug has a bout of clumsiness, Chat Noir comes to a revelation.

Rated G || 743 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Falling For You

Adrien received a face full of strawberry scented blue hair as his arms came up to catch the girl falling onto him. “Sorry, I can be a little clumsy.” It was a situation and apology he was more than familiar with considering how accident prone Marinette was.

Except, Adrien was currently Chat Noir and it had been Ladybug he’d caught, not Marinette. Though, it was pretty clear after Ladybug’s little display of clumsiness, that he’d just caught Marinette as well.

The pigtails, the bluebell eyes, the unending kindness, the strawberry shampoo, even the exact same words Marinette had said to Adrien just a few days ago when he’d caught her falling down the stairs, again.

Chat Noir helped Ladybug steady herself on her feet again before removing his hands from her shoulders, taking a step away. He had no idea what to do with the information he’d just realized, all he could do was stare at her in awe. “Chat, what’s wrong? Haven’t you ever seen someone be incredibly clumsy before?”

He had to tell her somehow, but out and out telling her didn’t seem right. It had to be more suave than just telling her who he was. “Oh, of course I have, My Lady. In fact, the girl I have a crush on actually falls into my arms on a regular basis.” Chat smirked at her.

Ladybug quirked a mask covered eyebrow at him. “I take it you make jokes about her falling for you on a regular basis?”

A large grin spread across Chat’s face. “I haven’t, but that sure is a good idea, My Lady. I will definitely be using that line next time I get a face full of blue hair.” He looked at her eagerly, hoping she’d put two and two together quickly.

Unfortunately, Chat had no such luck. Ladybug rolled her eyes, chuckling. “Yes, I’m sure she’ll love that.”

“I certainly hope she will. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Chat had some planning to do.

“We don’t have patrol tomorrow, so unless you have akuma premonitions now, I probably won’t be seeing you.” Ladybug laughed at her own cheesy joke.

“Oh, trust me Bug, I’ll be seeing you.” With a two fingered salute and a wink, Chat Noir left a very confused Ladybug behind.

-o-o-o-o-o-

When classes ended the next day, Adrien was the first out the door, racing outside to wait at the end of the stairs. He wondered if it was bad that he actually wanted Marinette to trip today. Kids started filing out the front of the school moments later, Nino being one of the first. “Dude, what’s up? You ran out of class so fast, I thought you had a photo shoot or something but, no. I find you here, just chilling by the stairs.”

Adrien hadn’t really thought up an excuse for if anyone questioned him during his plan. “Um, well, I...” He glanced anywhere and everywhere, searching for an excuse when he noticed the girl of his affections starting down the stairs. “Oh, look there’s Marinette and Alya. Hey Marinette!” Adrien waved at the girl who jerked her head up from watching her feet.

“H-hey A-adriEEEEEEE” On the next step down, Marinette tripped on her own feet. Adrien raced up the few stairs separating them, catching the bluenette in his arms as he’d done the previous day. “Sorry, I can be a little clumsy.”

Adrien righted Marinette. “It’s okay My Lady, I’m just happy you’re falling for me.” He winked.

Marinette went pink. “Ha, ha, yeah, falling for…” Her face fell, looking wholly unimpressed. “Wait, did you just?” Adrien nodded his head enthusiast and Marinette face palmed. “Of course, the boy I have a crush on is my silly cat.”

He leaned in slightly. “What was that Bugaboo? Did you say you have a crush on me?” Adrien was pretty sure he was glowing with how absolutely ecstatic he was.

“Shut up, you stupid cat.” Marinette pushed him away by his nose. Something he was all too similar with when they were their alter egos. “You know what I said.”

“Well if that’s the case, would you want to go out for ice cream, My Lady?” Marinette eyed him critically for a moment before breaking out into a radiant smile.

“I’d love to, Chaton.” Marinette grabbed his hand in hers and they began the short walk to the ice cream shop around the corner, leaving their dumbstruck friends behind them.

Author’s Note ||  These next few fics are definitely not going to be my best quality work because I'm in a lot of pain and it's a bit distracting.