#late start tonight due to d&d

[syndrossi]

Just had another idea set in Rescue au - scene where Viserys is told that his brother and nephews were kidnapped

This is technically set slightly later in the mad scramble after the kidnapping, but still near enough for emotions to be fraught.

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He should have had a dozen household knights with him.

His frustration was as much for himself as Daemon. Viserys knew his brother’s pride; of course he would assume that he alone could guard his children, or even that none would dare touch a Targaryen with his dragon so near.

This is the very fool who brought my daughter, heir to the Iron Throne, into Flea Bottom, unescorted.

But his brother had told him of his excursions into the city, seeking trinkets to delight his sons, and his plans to take them himself to enjoy the sights. It was the side of Daemon that he most enjoyed: the furnace of his brother’s love, directed at those he most cherished. It was their father and mother both, who had loved with the entirety of their being.

Viserys had known that those ventures were unescorted, and still he had not insisted on bestowing a shield upon him, or that at least one knight accompany them.

“Still no word?”

The last he had been told was that his brother and nephews had been seen on the Street of Kings, where they had stopped at a tavern and a goldsmith’s, before Rhaegar had apparently chosen to join a street singer in song.

Ser Gustan gave a bow of his ash-grey head, breath escaping with a heaviness that suggested he had made great haste to the chamber. “One of my gold cloaks reported seeing them in River Row, near the fire in the market.” The Lord Commander hesitated. “A woman was found with her throat slit, a tinkerer in a nearby stall. The prince and his sons had been speaking to her.”

“When?” Viserys demanded.

“Around the time of the fire, Your Grace, just past midday.” The knight then added what seemed plain now. “Likely it was meant as a distraction.”

Eight hours ago, and no sign of them since. The harbor had been locked down, all ships ordered to remain in port, but several hours had passed between the likely kidnapping and a servant raising the alarm that Daemon had not returned with his sons. More than enough time for a ship to sail, or a wagon to slip out of one of the many city gates.

Rhaenyra and Laenor were already sweeping the bay on dragonback, and Viserys had dispatched men along the kingsroad.

Caraxes, the Dragonkeepers had reported, had been visibly agitated for a brief time, then fallen into lethargy. Lethargy, not mourning. When their uncle had fallen on Tarth, his mount had set the hills aflame and then fled to the mountains south of the kingswood. Once he had exacted his vengeance, their father had taken Daemon on Vhagar in search of the dragon, and his brother had returned to King’s Landing a dragonrider.

No, if his brother were dead, then surely his body would have been found, and there had been no trace of the boys either. Kidnapped, but by whom, and why? Triarchy, seeking vengeance for Daemon’s victories at the Stepstones? Outlaws seizing an opportunity?

There was no telling unless their searching yielded clues, or an offer for ransom came.

For the first time in many years, Viserys regretted not having a dragon of his own. Father would have gone in search himself, had our uncle disappeared. And their grandfather would have threatened fiery ruin upon the city those responsible called home.

“I want a raven sent to Driftmark,” he said, turning to Mellos. “My cousin and her daughter have dragons to aid in the search.” With the Velaryon fleet still tied up in the Stepstones, their options for monitoring the seas would be limited. “And I want every lord within the Crownlands and Stormlands to send men out in search.”

He dismissed Ser Gustan to resume his coordination of the efforts within and in the surrounds of the city. One by one, the small council chamber emptied, until Viserys was alone with his Kingsguard. He found himself sorely missing his Hand’s guidance, but in his fury over Otto’s suggestion that Daemon might have slipped away with his sons by choice, he had banished the man from his sight.

Supper was brought to him at last, but his appetite, rarely great, was utterly absent. After their long estrangement, he had finally regained his brother’s company, along with two unexpected nephews who had quickly stolen his heart. Daemon had seemed settled, his prodigious energy channeled into his sons rather than childish rebellion. Viserys had found himself drawn to more family suppers, or lured from his chamber by Daemon’s temptations of fresh air.

We were to go flying.

Viserys had not been on dragonback in nearly a decade. The last time, Daemon had talked him into a trip to the Giant’s Toe, declaring it a name day gift.

Viserys had sent him away again and again, always with the knowledge that he could recall him, should he desire. Those long years felt wasted now, squandered to soothe his own hurts.

He stared into his cup, and could almost feel his father’s eyes upon him, heavy with the sorrow of his last years. Where is your brother, Viserys?

[tearlessrain]

seriously can catastrophes stop happening for five minutes my brain is already fried from the ones we're already experiencing

[writingsbychlo]

SWEET LIKE SUGAR | (05)

summary; azriel is away on a mission, and you get an unexpected visitor. when he returns, you also get an unexpected surprise.

word count; 5988

notes; fun fact!! I got confused about which part I was on because I actually forgot all about the events of this part and started writing for part six before realising!! also the way this is months late... my bad, y’all. 

Slumping a little further in the plush seat, your eyes scanned across the page before you for the fourth time. Finally, you’d settled on a book, after procrastinating it all morning. Then, you’d put it off with the excuse of cooking breakfast and eating, making a cup of tea… and then another. 

The house felt too big, too quiet, too light without shadows crawling in every corner. 

Azriel had been gone since yesterday morning, your first overnight alone without him as he did Cauldron knew what, Cauldron knows where, out in the world. He’d left early yesterday morning while you had still been asleep, waking you with a hand shaking your shoulder gently before the sun had even risen. Dressed in those same dark leathers, strapped head-to-toe with weapons, he’d mumbled about some sudden work from Rhys, and that explanation, along with a delicate kiss on your forehead, had been all you’d gotten. 

It had half felt like some kind of odd dream, until you’d woken up, and the house had been far too still without his presence. 

He was due back tonight, and you were holding onto that, attempting to focus back on your book. Three hours. Only forty pages in. 

You’d hardly made it two more pages, before there were footsteps on the creaky porch, your heart rate shooting through the roof, and a knock. A knock. Azriel wouldn't knock on his own front door. Matter of fact, Azriel would have likely just winnowed right to the door, not walked up the porch. 

On light steps, hoping whoever was on the other side couldn't hear you, you peeked up through the hole in the door, noting Elain standing on the other side. You barely knew her, recognising her only from the first dinner you’d shared with Azriel’s family, heart leaping into your throat at the sight of her. 

Clicking the door open after only a second or two of hesitation, she offered a beaming smile when your eyes met. 

“Hello, Elain.”

“You remember my name!” Her smile somehow only stretched wider, and it was like the sun itself seemed to get brighter as she did. You wanted to scoff. Did it just do that, or was Lucien out there somewhere, glowing every time she smiled? 

“Uh… Azriel isn’t here.”

“I know.” She waved a hand, as though that was supposed to be obvious in some way, following it up with a giggle. You wracked your brain, stumbling over every piece of information Azriel had given you on them all over the last couple of weeks. Seer. Elain was a seer. Had she seen Azriel leave and chosen this moment to approach you? “I’m here to see you.”

Apparently so. “Why?”

“I was thinking we could go for a walk in the public gardens together.”

“Why?” The word spilt out again, and she laughed, cocking her head to the side. “I’m, sorry, I don’t— I don’t mean to sound so rude. This situation is just unexpected, that’s all.”

“I know. I would have come sooner, but I was waiting for Azriel to be gone because he’s been playing defence about who gets to see you and when. He growled at Rhysand last week for asking how things were going.” Your stomach flipped at that, flopping in on itself and you rubbed a hand over your ribs slowly, hoping to steady the beating of your heart. “I’m not here for Rhysand, just to be clear. I’m not here for anyone, not even Az. I’m here for me, because I’d like to get to know you.”

“You want to get to know me?”

“Of course. You’re going to be around for a while—”

“I am?” She merely hummed, brows raising a little as humour shone in those doe-eyes, and your cheeks heated. “Seer, right. Of course. Do you want to come in for lunch or something, then?”

“I was thinking we could go for a picnic.” Nudging one delicately slippered foot out from under the hem of her dress, she nudged a picnic basket at her feet with her toes, and you shifted nervously from foot to foot. “It’s a nice day, and the Velaris Gardens are just beautiful. I volunteer sometimes, and I must say, the flowers this year are breathtaking.”

“Alright,” She was like a puppy, someone you just couldn't say no to when she stared at you with those big brown eyes, only seeming to light up more when you finally agreed. Leaving her standing on the porch for no more than a few minutes, you marked the page in your book, swapped out your loungewear for a summer dress and some sandals, and grabbed your keys. 

She had been right, the two of you were barely more than a few steps down the sidewalks before the golden rays of the sun truly began to soak into your skin, warming you. It was a lovely day. Hopefully, the sun was shining on Azriel too, wherever he was.

The streets of Velaris were crowded as the pair of you ventured closer to the busier parts of the city, your workplace was packed full, the tables outside almost overflowing, and one of the waitresses you’d come to know waved as you passed by, flustered and carrying a tray of drinks. 

Children were playing in the streets, darting from one side to another. Adults were wandering, lovers arm in arms, and friends gossiping. Here you were, wandering alongside Elain, who was humming a tune gently to herself under her breath. Only once you had entered the gardens, the kind old man at the front gate greeting Elain with a smile and a hug, did she speak up once again. 

Her tune came to an end as the two of you were walking down the main pathway, weeping willows curtaining on either side, birds chirping overhead and fluttering between branches in the trees. 

“I'm happy Azriel has you, you know.”

“You might be the only one.” Your words were bitter, harsh, and you wanted to bite them back in, still not entirely sure where you stood with Elain or to what extent you could trust her, but she only laughed again. “Apologies, that was…”

“Don’t worry.” That casual hand wave again, the metal bracelets on her wrist clinking as she did. One held a sun, another with a moon, a third gold band with an orange gem, and a fourth with a metal tag on a leather band, an engraving too small to make out. “Although, it’s not true. Nesta talks very fondly of you, and while Feyre might not speak up as often, she does not approve of the way Rhysand treats you.”

“Nesta is great. I shouldn’t have said that. And of course, I was out of turn to imply anything at all about the High Lord and Lady. I do—”

“Please, none of those formalities.” She stopped suddenly at the end of the pathway, aiming to turn neither left nor right, but instead stepping out onto the large field before you both, wildflowers cropping up, wandering across the soft ground and leaving you to trail through the grass behind her. “Rhysand can be a stubborn arse when he chooses to be, and Cassian is merely being bull-headed. Mor could be a swaying hand if she chose to, but she’s actively staying out of it, to let things play out on their own. Amren is… well, Amren.”

She had managed to coax a laugh from you, despite your wary mood, and she seemed to stand a little taller at the triumph. Finally finding a spot she liked and placing the basket down, Elain opened it up to pull out a blanket, flapping it out into the light breeze and laying it on the ground slowly. She sat on it, patting the space beside her for you to sit on, and opening the basket only when you had. 

“I brought several sandwiches, because I wasn’t sure which you’d enjoy.” She began to unstack each labelled and wrapped meal portion, laying them out around you both until the blanket was covered in food and treats, a wine glass in your hand as Elain filled it with bubbling grape juice. “I try not to drink as much these days.”

It seemed the two of you had moved on from whatever conversation you’d been having, and no matter how much you wanted to circle back around to it, it felt rude to do so when she was clearly leading the chat. She was rubbing a hand over her stomach with contemplation, and you swirled the bubbly drink in your glass. “Are you… are you trying for a baby?”

Her hair glinted in the sun as she tipped her head back, eyes closed and smiling at the sky. “We’re thinking about it. Nothing concrete yet, but, I know Lucien desires children. I do too. We aren’t putting any kind of timeframes on anything, but we’re getting into some good habits and lifestyle changes now.”

“I wish you both the best of luck,” 

She only hummed, again, a contemplative sound that seemed so wrapped up in mysterious and knowledge that it made your skin itch. To distract yourself, you took a sip of your drink, eyes scanning over the food options before you as she sighed and pulled herself back from whatever thoughts she had lost herself in. “My happiness with my mate now is so much due to Azriel.”

It was like a ball, bouncing back and forth between the walls, getting faster and faster as she whipped from the topic of Azriel to anything else, like she couldn't decide between acknowledging the elephant in the room or ignoring it. 

“I’m happy he has you.”

“So you’ve said.” You smirk, settling on a sandwich at last and unwrapping it. 

“There was a while when I thought I might be his happy ending, and he might be mine.” Your chewing slowed, and your focus fixed on her. You weren’t sure why she was saying these things, revealing things about his past or her own, whether it was some kind of game or not. She seemed to read all of this on your face, sitting up more fully to face you, legs crossing before her. “He never fought for me the same way he fights for you, though. Like he can’t help himself. What we had was hidden away and sneaking around in the dark. It was wrong for us both, I see that in hindsight, but with you, he doesn’t hide you. It’s like he wants the whole world to know you’re at his side.”

The food was like trying to swallow a mouthful of cottonwool, choking it down dry and wincing. “I don’t think what we have is the same. What you had must’ve been… well, like a real relationship. You do understand what me and Az have is more like an agreement, right?”

“Are all relationships not just agreements to be together, monogamously?”

You sipped at your drink, buying time to find a reply as she tucked into her own food, surely knowing she’d won this round. “Relationships are different.”

“In what way?”

“In every way!” You said, and she still only managed to look mildly amused, waiting for you to go on. “Relationships shouldn’t start the way ours did, for the intent of mutual benefit and gain. They’re supposed to be about passion and feelings and connection.”

“And do you not have passion, or feelings, for Azriel? Is there no connection?”

“What we have is complicated.” You didn’t know how to define it at all, everything that was shifting and changing so thoroughly was enough to make your head spin, and her mumble only confirmed that she knew she had the upper hand here. “How did Azriel help you to find Lucien if you were… together?”

“Oh, no, we were never together. We snuck around at night and shared heated looks across the dining room table. I wanted to choose my own path for once, not the one everyone was telling me I should be on. The one that led to Lucien. And Azriel, well, he just wanted someone. I wasn’t the right someone, I was just there.” That didn’t answer your question, not at all, but it seemed that if you were going to get the reply you wanted, it was in return for listening to the whole story. “We had stolen moments in dark corners, and Rhysand warned us off one another, put a stop to what likely would have ended in tragedy.”

“Seems like the High Lord is fond of telling Azriel who he can and cannot be with.”

“He had a sister once, you know.” The words struck cold, and you stiffened. Of course, you knew. Everyone in Prythian knew. Had heard of the tragedy before the first war, when the Lord of Night had lost his wife and daughter, leaving only the Prince who would soon take the throne. “She fell in love with someone who she shouldn’t have, someone who betrayed her in the end,”

“Should you be telling me this?”

“—and it broke him for so long. I had no idea about any of this until Feyre told me. He watched his sister get her heart broken before she lost her life, and watched his mate fall for Tamlin and get hurt. He watched Mor hide such an important part of herself and get hurt for centuries. He even watched Lucien pine for me while I was too blind to see him. He has watched love break and harm over the years, watched people abuse those feelings and use them for their own gain. He knows that need for touch more than anyone, and knows the price companionship can cost.”

“Elain,” The food was beginning to taste like ash, this was becoming more of a petition than a chat. “I understand that. I know he’s suffered too, I know he’s felt pain, and I’m sorry for that. But that doesn’t excuse him for his cruelty. It doesn’t excuse him for stopping Azriel from finding happiness. He cannot control everyone around him, no matter whether his intentions are good or not. Other people’s happiness is not his responsibility, and not his right. What, only mates are allowed to be together? Do you know how rare it is to find your mate? Azriel has waited five hundred years, he may never find his mate, but does that mean he should never be allowed to know happiness because Rhysand decrees it?”

She stared at you, lips pursed for a long moment, considering all that you had said. And then, instead of getting angry, or yelling, or defending them further, she smiled. She nodded her head and something passed over her face that you couldn't possibly decipher. “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Azriel would have fought for me, if I had asked him to. I’m sure I could have put up a fuss about it, but when he was told to stop, he did. That rejection…”

“Led you to Lucien?”

“Gods, no. It made me so angry. Azriel just rolled over and showed his belly because Rhysand snarled. I was mad, beyond words!” Your laughter broke free, surprising you both, until you were laughing together amongst the flowers. “He would barely look at me, wouldn't talk to me at all if not for polite dinner conversation. I’d gone from someone he’d feel up in dark corners to acting like I had a disease!”

“That’s awful!”

“I know! So, I wanted out. I was so stifled. I managed to persuade Rhysand to send me to the Human Lands for a while, to track down some information. Except, of course, I couldn't go alone. I needed an escort, and who better than the Emissary to the Human Lands?”

“This was Lucien?”

“Mhm.” She rolled her eyes, slipping away into her memories, a smile forming on her face. “Gods, he drove me insane. He was there all the time when I’d just been pulled from the Cauldron, like a lost puppy. So full of adoration and love. I was expecting that, but that’s not the Lucien who showed up. The one who showed up was so… nonchalant. Like the bond between us didn’t exist, we were friends, more like mere partners on a task. I even made a drunken move on him one night in a gross tavern far from The Wall, and he turned me down! Put me to bed and left a glass of water on the nightstand for me. Acted like it never happened in the morning.”

“Oh, Gods…” Your snicker bought you a mock glare from the flowery female beside you.

“I was even angrier, then. It was like nobody wanted me! So, when I returned, I gave Azriel a piece of my mind. And he let me yell at him for twenty minutes. And then awkwardly held me while I cried for another twenty.”

“Does this story have a happy ending? Well, I guess I know it does,” You offered her stomach a pointed look, “But when do we get there?”

“Fine, fine,” She rolled her own eyes now, “To keep it short, Azriel then offered to help me with Lucien. Managed to trick Lucien into going on our first date, a blind-date set-up, and wouldn't let him leave when he tried to. He then continued to help me sneak around with Lucien behind everybody’s backs, until we were ready to come out with it.”

“When was that?”

“Two weeks before we got married.” You fell to your back, laughter like light spilling from you at that, and she continued to share the details of everyone’s reactions through giggles of her own. “I’d seen all their responses, and I wanted to avoid them as long as possible! That was the last time I ignored my visions to try and put them off. What I see will happen, it's only a matter of time. I can’t avoid it.”

“That must suck for surprise parties and gifts.”

“Maybe, but it was pretty good to see you coming.” She smiled, laying herself down beside you and staring up at the sky overhead. “We will be good friends, you and I. I’ve seen that too.”

You were preparing dinner when you finally heard Azriel arrive. The scuff of his boots on the porch, the rustle of his wings as he entered the house, and then—

Then the slam of the front door. So loud and violent that the house shook a little, trembling the trinkets in the hall that sat on the side unit. You tensed, hearing his loud huff of frustration. Shadows whipped and whirled through the house, a few even making it as far as you were in the kitchen, and you followed them, peeping around the threshold before they were all snapped back in a hurry to their owner. 

You saw his retreating back, stomping up the stairs of the house, tense lines and rigid muscles, disappearing in a dark cloud from sight. Another slam made you jump, one of the upstairs doors closing with a bang. 

Silence filled the house once again, far heavier and more tense than it previously had been, and you worried your lower lip between your teeth. 

It didn't feel like you were welcome, like perhaps this was a moment you shouldn't intrude on. But, was this not part of the reason that Azriel had brought you here in the first place? To comfort him, and be his support?

Minutes ticked by as you contemplated the matter, before deciding that at least checking in on him couldn't hurt. If he wanted alone time, he’d say that, and you’d happily give it to him. The idea of leaving him alone in his suffering created a phantom pain in your chest, spurring you up the stairs and on a search for him. 

He wasn’t hard to find, darkness flicking around the doorway of the office, idle shadows striking like dark lightning bolts in the air as you opened the door, only to find Azriel hunched over his desk, wings tense behind his body. 

“Hi, Az. It’s good to have you home.”

He only murmured, a vague noise, not even lifting his head from his work as you stood in the doorway. You paced a little further inside, standing by his desk, hoping to catch a glance of those pretty caramel eyes, but he kept his head down. His pen never stopped moving across the paper, his shadows never stopped their stormy swirling. 

“I’m going to start making dinner soon, if you want to come down?” He didn’t reply, just a grunt, and you gave up, despite the worry filling you from head to toe. “Alright, well, you know where to find me.”

With that, you left, a pulse of power following you from the room within as soon as you clicked the door shut, back pressed to the wood on the other side. With a couple of deep breaths, you steadied yourself. It was only a matter of time before something came up, everything had been going too smoothly, too perfectly to last. Azriel was bound to snap under all that pressure at some point, and if this was that snap, you could handle it. 

Setting a chicken off to roast only took a couple of minutes, basted and seasoned and into the oven, enough of a distraction to pull your thoughts away from the warrior upstairs. It was as you were chopping vegetables that your mind wandered back, the mind-numbing task of slicing peppers and carrots made it easy for your thoughts to trail back to Azriel.

Still, he had not emerged. Not for food, or water, or even some space from that office. 

Setting the table didn’t help to distract you either, laying down plates and cutlery and glasses, choosing a bottle of wine and setting it out to air, even going so far as to set down some candles, searching for matches to light them. The house was all but vibrating with power not, steady thumps that occasionally jostled the cutlery on the table with powerful bursts. 

Whatever had happened today had Azriel so riled up that his power was all but leaking out, siphons doing little to control the feelings welling inside him now. You’d never known the true strength of his power. Of course, you’d heard of the High Lord’s brothers, the spymaster and the warlord, the three champions of a lethal death-match among young soldiers, who’d come out bonded stronger than ever, with power to match. 

Never, though, did you expect to feel the power like this. Feel his emotions ricocheting off of every wall, bouncing through the foundations of the house. Suddenly, it dawned on you just how mighty the ranks of the Night Court truly were, a chill settling into your bones at the thought.

One bad mod, one temper tantrum, and the building could simply crumble to dust. Street lamps would flicker, and animals would scatter. Too many thoughts, too much and all of it became overwhelming as the house continued to tremble to the steady pattern of a heartbeat. 

Blowing out the candles as the flames flickered precariously once again, you put them away, not daring to risk them tipping over and creating a far worse problem. You knew the scars on Azriel’s hands, he’d told you the story behind them on one of the many nights the two of you had lay in bed, wrapped in one another’s arms, seeking comfort. 

Or perhaps, it had been during stolen moments in the café, when Azriel would come to visit you, sitting and doing his work at one of the tables in the back. He’d take a break only when you’d bring him a fresh pot of tea and a pastry, sit across his lap and talk in hushed whispers during the quieter parts of your shifts before you had to get back to work. 

It could even have been one of your late-night walks, or early-morning strolls, while the streets of Velaris were quiet and mist-kissed. Your hands clasped together tightly, his wing shielding around you as you walked together, talking of everything and anything that came to mind. 

He’d told you quiet stories of his past, of his present, of his hopes for the future. All about little baby Nyx, Nesta and her journey to finding the Valkyries, what it had been like growing up in the camps, or all the best little villages and towns he’d visited on his worldly travels. 

Your heart had been doing crazy things, lately. Crazy, stupid things, like skipping a beat and speeding up and bursting with adoration for a man so new to your life. It did crazy things, like encourage you back up the stairs an hour later, to ignore the tremble in your hands or the wobble in your step, heart calling out to him. 

You’d tried to ignore the urge. To sit and read your book, until you’d read the same line over and over while not absorbing a single word, and giving up with a frustrated huff. You re-basted the chicken, and added the vegetables to cook, and even set off some potatoes to boil but all the while, as your body worked, your mind and heart lay with him. 

This time, you knocked as you entered, knuckles a soft rap on the door before you pushed it open. Magic thrummed through the air, calling you closer and pushing you away, and you found Azriel, still in the same uncomfortable position, working at his desk. His shoulders were locked and rigid, his head hung, hair messy from constant tangling, and you lifted a hand, brushing it slowly through his hair. 

“Azriel…”

He barely even acknowledged you, nothing more than a grunt tossed in your direction as you stood by his side, and a sigh broke free from you. His lips were turned down in a frown, dragging all of his pretty features into misery too, and you hated to see this side of him. Hooking your fingers under his chin, his writing came to a stop as you forced his head to turn, to look up at you. His eyes were dull, a spark of irritation and anger bursting through them as recognition and consciousness flashed back into his lifeless form. 

“Azriel.”

This time, a growl tore free, that frown becoming a snarl as he pulled back, gaze narrowing a little. “I’m fucking working. What do you want?”

You froze, staring at him, taking in the exhaustion under his eyes, the pain in his stance, the spinning thoughts you could practically see surrounding him, so much so it must be dizzying and painful. Dropping your hand back to your side, he only returned to work, not sparing you another thought as he chased to catch up with the ones already running him ragged in his head. 

Silently walking away, you left his door open, hurrying away from the scene and back to the kitchen. Taking the kettle in trembling hands and filling it up, you set that to boil too, a mug from the cupboard clacking as you set it down on the counter, throwing open the doors to the tea cupboard soon after. 

Your nervous fingers skimmed across the labels, searching the front of each one, and it was as you were holding two, undecided on which to choose— perhaps just brew them together?— that the air in the room shifted, and a pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist, tugging you back into a solid chest. 

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, face tucking into the crook of your neck, where he left a kiss to your skin. His hold tightened, squeezing you against his body as he slumped down into you. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, Az.” You ran a hand along his forearm, banded around your body, feeling it loosen just a fraction as you squeezed. “I’m just so worried about you, I wanted to make you some tea to help, but I couldn't decide which one.”

At that, a whine slipped free from him, nuzzling deeper into your neck, another kiss, and another. Putting down the teas on the counter, you wiggled a little, managing to get him to loosen up just enough to turn in his arms. His forehead came to rest on your own, noses brushing, a sad frown on his lips as his eyes remained closed. 

“Az…”

“No more work. If I’m stressed to the point of snapping at you, then it’s too much. I’m sorry. You were just trying to help, and clearly, I needed the help.”

Looping your arms around his neck, he sighed, a happier sound as you scratched at the nape of his neck soothingly. “Stop apologising, Azriel. I appreciate it, but it’s unnecessary. I’m not angry at you, just concerned.”

“I like that you worry about me.” He whispered, deep voice running like honey as he bent enough to pick you up behind the backs of your legs, spinning you to place you onto the kitchen counter, and step comfortably between your thighs. “But you don’t deserve that kind of treatment. You deserve better. I don’t deserve you, but I don’t want to let you go.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Az. I wouldn't be in this relationship if I was going to run. I can handle you, even when you’re not at your best.”

He only answered with a shaky laugh, hands smoothing up your thighs to sit on your hips, squeezing in a series of happy pulses. “We’re in a relationship?”

Elation was clear on his face, no denying it, at your choice of words, and you gave a little chuckle of your own, nodding against him as your noses came back to brushing together, heads resting on one another. Your conversation with Elain flickered through your mind once again, and you wondered if she had seen this, seen you give into her whims and silently admit she was right. If she’d seen this, you hope she picked up on your mental scowl, too. “Well, what would you call what we have?”

“I like ‘relationship’. I like it a lot, actually.”

Throwing your arms over his shoulders, they looped around his neck, and you pushed your face up a little closer to him. “We may not be conventional, Az, but I like what we have. I like our relationship. I think we’re perfect as we are.”

He didn’t need words to respond, not this time, not as his mouth sealed over your own in a gentle, tender kiss. The first kiss you’d ever shared, a timid one, his lips working slowly and cautiously over yours, giving you plenty of time to pull away. 

You didn’t want to, kissing him back with just as much tenderness and affection as he was showing you, pouring every feeling you had into it, to make sure he knew just how much you cared. Your heart was beating hard, fast, racing like a drum under your ribcage as you melted into his touch. One scarred hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb smoothing across your skin, in tandem with every stroke of his lips. 

You pulled back for breath, just to find yourself tangled back up in him, his tongue stroking across your lower lip, teasing the roof of your mouth as you opened up for him. A groan skittered across your tongue from him, a pant for breath, his hand slipping up under your shirt to sit on your bare waist as you tugged on the slight curls of his hair. 

When he pulled back, at last, your lips were swollen, your lungs burning in the best way possible, and your head was spinning so much you could barely focus. The world felt fuzzy at your touch, glowing and glittering as you stole a final kiss from his lips, his soft chuckle breaking it. 

“Am I still invited for dinner with you?”

“Yes. I’m making chicken and potatoes.” Your smile lasted only a second, before you were sitting upright. Time had melted away around you, disappearing into dusk outside beyond the windows, “Oh, no, the potatoes!”

Pushing him back and hopping down from the counter, he watched with a dazed, kiss-drunk expression as you rushed to the stove, taking off the pan lid and prodding at the potatoes with a fork. 

“I amend my earlier statement. We’re having chicken and mashed potatoes, because these have gone soft. Entirely your fault for distracting me.”

“I distracted you?” He mused, sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, tugging you back to kiss at your cheeks, trailing down toward your mouth. 

“You know you did.” His only response was a smile. Draining the potatoes was a challenge, what with Azriel plastered to your back like a new limb that served no purpose, and you had to elbow him off in order to finish the food. 

While he waited, he tinkered with the dining room table, pouring two glasses of wine and rearranging. When you turned, he’d dug out the candles you’d put away, lighting them with a match once again, and blushing as he laid them out. “I thought they’d be romantic.”

“I like them.” Your cheeks were equally as heated, smiling to yourself as you turned away to check the food. 

His distance didn’t last long, as you searched for a knife with which to carve the chicken, he was once again backing you into a counter, his mouth hungrily descending upon your own. Mutters of ‘waiting long enough’ silenced on your mouth as he dove into you, hands on your body once again, trying to tempt you up onto the counter. 

“Let me cook, you menace,”

“Just a few more,” Was his barter, and those few kisses passed more and more time, his lips like a high you had to chase, until only the desperate urge to breathe could pull you apart. “Gods, I love that. I love kissing you.”

“I can tell.”

He rolled his eyes, but his smirk stayed, unashamed of his newfound addiction. 

“We need to eat, you need food.”

“I have everything I need, right here.” He leaned in again, lips puckered, and you tipped your head his mouth finding the edge of your jaw, and he grunted unhappily at the action, but mouthed at your skin nonetheless.

“How about after dinner, we can go upstairs and do some self-care. I’ll show you all the fancy new creams and skincare I got. We can relax, and cuddle, and read.”

“And there will be more kisses?”

“There will most definitely be more kisses.” You promised, cupping his face and bringing him back for a final peck. 

“Then I think I can agree to those terms.” He stared, pulling back just enough to fully take you in. As the urgency in his expression died down with the promise that this affection was not a one-time deal, his face took on blissfulness instead. Running his knuckles across your cheek, his face softened even further as you leaned into his touch, cupping his hand and pressing kisses to his scarred fingers. “You… You are my moon, do you know that? You light up even the darkest parts of life for me.”

His words were like whispered oaths, something too heavy for you to fully comprehend but burned into your mind regardless, and you gave him a sweet smile back. “You are my stars, Azriel.”

“Really?”

“Every last one. Glittering and perfect in the night, full of mystery and hopes and stories. You are my favourite part of the night sky.”

Your heads rested together, dinner temporarily forgotten just for another moment or so, to bask in the revelations of the evening. 

Today, 

today changed everything for the better.

[bettymylove]

hello, can you maybe do a one-shot of theo comforting y/n bcs she's been feeling insecure with her 2a + 2b hair😓 ( speaking from experience )

Date not so ruined

pairing: theo nott x reader

content: reader is feeling insecure about her hair and theo makes her feel better.

a/n: you're beautiful, hope this helped<33

It was date night, one which rarely occurred due to the burden both you and your boyfriend, Theo faced. Tonight was one of those nights when he would take you to a fancy restaurant and shower you with love.

You had started getting ready a while ago, thinking to yourself it wouldn't take long, but boy were you wrong.

It was your hair, aside from the fact that it was not the stereotypical perfect hair, it just wouldn't cooperate tonight. You had tried all the tips and tricks, your friends told you about to keep it from puffing up, but alas none worked.

You tried putting it in a bun, but the flyaways wouldn't settle, you tried keeping it open and that didn't work either, there must have been a hundred products you used and it still didn't do anything.

You wished your hair was normal, like all the other girls you saw on the daily, you looked yourself in the mirror and tears started to erupt from your eyes, travelling all the way down your cheek.

You would hate for Theo to see you like this, he would realize he could do so much better, he could have anyone else and she wasn't ready for him to leave her.

Theo's foot was bouncing up and down in the common room, he had been waiting for you for the past half an hour and was surprised to not find you there when he himself was a few minutes late.

He decided to go into your dorm and ask you rather than lose his mind trying to figure out what went wrong, he picked up the flowers he had bought for you from the table and headed straight to your dorm.

A slight knock on your door startled you, you knew who it was. You looked in the mirror again, this time not only the hair was bothering you but your eyes had swelled up as well.

Another sniffle escaped you and the voice you had grown to love asked you from across the door, "Are you crying, y/n?"

You cleared your throat, scared to be found crying over something this silly, you thought for sure he would think you were crazy, "No" you replied, and your voice cracked and you winced at it.

"Yes you are, I'm coming in, darling" Oh dear god, this was it, more tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill.

He was beyond panicked now. His girl was crying, and he would kill whoever made that happen.

The first thing you noticed when Theo entered your room were the flowers in his hand, your favorite, more tears spilled from your eyes, he was too good for you.

He kept the flowers down on your bedside table and sat beside you taking your hand in his, pulling you closer to him, but your turned your face away, "What happened, baby?" his hand tried to maneuver your face towards him.

"My hair, it's-," You wiped some of the tears from your face. "I don't feel pretty, Theo"

Theo sighed. He knew how insecure you were about your hair and how much it bothered you, he wanted to comfort you, wanted to tell you how you were the most beautiful person he's ever met.

He pulled on your hand, making you stand up, tugging you along to the other side of the room where your mirror was.

"You can't see how pretty you are l, but I can. I love your hair, how dare you say they aren't perfect." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "These eyes, god I could be lost in them all day, tears shouldn't be there"

He kissed all of your tear stains, one by one. "These hands, your pretty hands" he held one up, "I could kiss them all day" and he did.

You were laughing now, albeit lightly, but you were still laughing and his eyes glinted at the sound.

"Most importantly, your heart, which loves me and I thank god every day for it" Finally he kissed your lips, tasting the salt from your tears and the cherry from your lipgloss, you kissed him back, wondering what did you do to deserve him.

"Oh, and," His hand travelled to his hair, which was neatly gelled and he ran his hand through making it messy and letting it stick out in all directions. "Perfect, isn't it?"

You smiled at him, kissed his cheek while telling him you love him, and he said it back, he always did. Taking his hand in yours, you went out of the room, ready for your date.

[writingoddess1125]

I Fell in love Alone pt.2

Are you guys okay!? Why do you want more sad stuff?! Hugs you all

Buggy x GN reader

Sad Angst

No warnings just sadness

Enjoy depression part 2!

It had been three weeks... three weeks since you had stopped speaking and visiting Buggy and he was a wreck... at first he played it cool, acting like he had dropped you for a few toy even betting people to join him in bed but- it wasn't the same.. he had never felt so empty before- not since Shanks betrayed him and that was a feeling had never wanted back.

He was snappier and his temper somehow worse- almost of his late night partners he had tried to fill his space could t even step into the room or touch him before he snapped and sent them away as their presence didn't provide the same comfort.

Buggy couldn't help but watch your every move, Waiting for some indication that you'd come back- That you'd get jealous or maybe lonely like he was.. but that didn't seem to be the case- you seemed okay without him.

You were starting to heal- despite having to see Buggy almost everywhere or see people leaving his room when you past by to get to the crew sleeping quarters, oddly you felt like you were getting better. The cracks were still their but slowly filling with a self love you weren't sure was their before.

You talked to some friends you hadn't spoke to in a while since you had been so into Buggy that he occupied your everything. It had been nice, even if at night you'd feel that same ache or hollowness but it was shrinking...

Tonight had been a party, for what reason you didn't know but it just ment slightly better food and more alcohol for everyone. So seated on a barrel you and your friends play some cards and drink, laughing and just talking.

"(Y/N) I dont want to ruin the mood but...You know- I never did ask, How was your relationship with Buggy?" They ask, You taking a breath as you sip your own drink.

"In the beginning it was great... the passion, the feeling of him being with me- I thought it was love but I think it was just infatuation and easy access for him- while for me it was obsession" You admit, a bitter taste going over your tongue at such words.

"It was when I realized that- he left first always.. never kissed me and used me like some prop..how he never asked about me, never cared and... I wasnt what hebreally wanted- I was just his status symbol" You wince at your own words, hot tears welling in your eyes.

"It was my fault however. I should have never fell in love with him. Cause now I have to learn how to fall out of love with him, thats why next time we dock im leaving..." You admit, your friends looking on you in sympathy as they pour you another drink.

You and your friends cheered together at 'Learning to fall out of love and till the next adventure' And drank together the rest of the night. You had a higher tolerance due to spending so much time with Buggy- so by the time the rest of the crew had retired for the night you went up to get some fresh air on the main deck still raw from the conversation that took place with your friends.

You walk out to see Buggy, drunk off his ass and barely able to stand against the rails of his ship, the almost dozen rolling bottles clued you in he was most likely had binge drank and was close to blackout. Reaching over quickly to grab him before he accidently went overboard and pulling him back-

"Captian what are yo-" You stopped as you saw him, he looked a reck.... His makeup was flaky and old, his hair a awful mess and he looked like he had been fished out of some sewer drain then your Captian.

"D-Dont call me that- I hate it when you c Hic Me Capitan! Buggy- Only you can call me Buggs!" He said angrily, swaying opposite to the pull and push of the waves.

"Sir you're drunk let's get you inside" You say softly, reaching out to grab his coat to pull him inside but he grabbed your hand hard and held it in an iron grasp.

"No! I want you back (Y/N)! You need to come back now!" He yelled, scaring you a bit at the tone of voice but in truth you were scared he was going to hurt himself..

"Cap.. Buggy- Im here i dont" You were cut off again as he staggered forward- almost falling on you if he hadn't caught his own weight slamming into the rails again. You pulling him back.

"No! I want you back with me! I- I want you back...you have to stay..." He mumbled, Your face blooming in surprise by the words coming from his lips.

"I learned them! I learned them all! I know your favorite colors, your birthday, the village you came from and what foods you like and dislike... T-That I embarrassed you..." He started to trail off as tears welled in his eyes and he staggered to the side.

"How you didn't feel like I cared for you... i-i didn't hold you at night and tell you how important you are to me.. how you thought I never kissed you or would leave you in the morning cause i didnt care-" He said the last sentence angrily and tossed the mostly empty rum bottle on the ground watching how it shattered. "How you're going to leave..."

"I.. Buggy how did you-" You mutter, before Buggy stammered towards you and reached into your coat pocket with a heavy hand and pulled out his own ear- you never knew it was missing to begin with and forgot how often you wear this coat. Smacking it to the side of his head as he stumbled at reattaching his limb.

"I kissed you every morning before I left.. I don't get much sl-sleep and so I'd wake up and just watch the sun hit you're face.. kiss you gently before leaving for the day..." He admitted, you feeling your heart squeeze at his words as well as the slight embrassment that he heard your woes to your friends about himself- or worse he drank himself like this cause he did hear you.

"I... don't know what love is.. I don't think I've ever truly felt it.. familial bonds... brotherly kinship.. but never love- B-But I think what I feel for you is it? I-Im not sure but I feel like my chest is being cut open when I look at the bed and you're not there with me... when I dont feel your warmth on my hand... or your voice telling me anything" tears began to roll down his tears fully, He looked so sad and lonely...

"Buggy..." You say softly, Watching tears run down his face washing what remained of his tattered makeup. How he hiccups both from crying and being drunk.

"I-I miss you (Y/N)..." He admitted, falling onto his knees finally as he ignored the pokes of the glass entering him. Tears continuing to flow freely as he bowed his head.

You couldn't watch this... reaching down you help him to his feet, feeling how heavy he was and the sour smell of BO that radiated off of him. Bringing him back to his quarters you set him on the bed to get him cleaned up.

He almost looked comatose, tears still running down his cheeks silently as you clean the makeup from his face and pull off his sour dirty clothes. Getting a wet rag to give him some sort of bath like he was a child- it wasnt like you hadnt seen him naked before, babbling drunk nonsense leaving him as you did so and help him into fresh underwear which he stumbles and ends up just detaching his legs lazily to help. But his hand always an iron grasp onto you in some way.

"Alright let's get you into bed..." You say softly, still fairly conflicted about all of this. Ready to just make sure the captian is safe enough to were he doesn't choke on his own vomit in his sleep and return to the crew quarters but he sobs and grabs you.

"Stay- please!" He begs, Having never heard this level of total panic from him- He looked so vulnerable.. in boxers, drunk, without his makeup of mask and emotionally a open book... you couldn't leave him like this.

So you removed your coat and climb in next to him. He held onto you, like what he would do every night you two had shared together. However now you understood, feeling that desperation in his grasp you had never understood before.

"Please stay with me (Y/N)..." You hear him whisper, burying his face into your neck further like he could hide from the world against you.

"...I know I'm not much... I'm not the strongest... not the smartest and-d not handsome but... I'll do anything for you... just please- don't leave me too" You feel your heart break at the softness of his words and how broken he sounded. How you had manages to crumble this paper lion- you held him tighter and rubbed circles in his back to lull him to sleep silently.

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[marymary-diva17]

The spark that connection us

The all spark had given all cybertions the spark to live their lives on cyberton. Ever Mech and femme will make their lives on the place, they call home that connect them to ones that came before them and the all spark. There are times in life when ones spark will call for someone else, and soon enough a bond will form due to the spark that connections them.

y/n " ......" you are making you way through square in Iacon city, looking for your friends everyone seem to out and about at this hour of the day.

????? " hey y/n over here" you soon heard your name getting called and spot Orion pax along with D-16 you smiled and made you way towards them.

y/n " hello you two"

D-16 " hello y/n it good you had made it we thought we had to come to hospital to see you"

y/n " no I got done with my work there with Rachet and he let me go, when I told him I had planned with my friends"

D-16 " well that seems to be the routie with all mentors today, because Alpha Troin had given us the rest of the day off"

Orion Pax " once we said we were meeting up with you he stated it was good, for us to keep up relationships with those we hold close"

y/n " well he is right now come on lets go have some fun" both mech had nodded their heads as they soon started walking with you, to have some fun in the city.

y/n " so tell me how those it feel like to work among the primes"

D-16 " It wonderful getting to meet the primes when they are not busy, and we are getting what it like to rule over a whole planet and it not easy ... there are always debates about traffic and trades with the other cities or planets"

Orion pax " Along with learning all the primes have different personalities, which leads to some disagreements here and there between them but they seems like true friends in the end"

y/n " that is good what about the others who are there"

D-16 " sentinel has come around he mostly works with primeus, and we get to see bee as he a scout there as well so that good"

y/n " cool I get to see Elite near my work time to time again, as she trains the new recruits"

Orion pax " well she as the one of many best students in our group, so it was safe to say she will do well in the field does she make some new student cry or stand in fear"

y/n " matters on how she feeling that day" the trio had fallen out in laugher by your words, as the group enjoyed their drinks of energon, and sit in the both they had found in club.

D-16 " so tell us about you how is life going for you lately see how we talk each day, something might of changed for our Femme"

y/n " well ratchet has told me I have the making of a good doctor, and he might give me more assignments to help me on as well so I'm very happy about that"

Orion " that is wonderful y/n you were always patching up anyone, when were were still in training and everyone enjoyed your care as you were nice about it and didn't scold us"

y/n " you two and bee did a stupid stunt I have to agree on Elite on that"

D-16 " hey it was going to work"

y/n " sure about that and I'm the next prime" the two mechs had laughed at your works, as you had shared your head towards them. You had always been close to many of your friends but you, had always been very close to Orion and D there had been jokes made by others that you and them had sparks connected or are a sparked couple.

D-16 " it good to see that we are all following the paths we wanted"

Orion pax " yes I have to agree many cycles ago we were young bots, going through our training and life now see where we are ... to change our home for the betterment of all life on here and nearby as well"

y/n " like the promsie we made when were were young were will watch each other backs and stand by each others as well" the two mechs had smiled towards you, anyone looking at the tiro will think they were a couple but not just yet.

Later that evening

y/n " tonight has been great guys thank you for inviting me out"

Orion pax " your welcome"

D-16 " you know the night doesn't have to end just yet we still have some time"

y/n " sure let go for a walk around the statues it will be fun" the two had nodded their heads in agreement with you, as the tiro had went for a walk.

Orion pax " there are so couple out tonight"

y/n " well it those feel like a romantic night"

D-16 " do you ever feel like you ever will want to be with someone, bonding your spark with them forever"

y/n " well yes I have been thinking about finding the special someone, and going through the courtship and soon become spark mates"

y/n " what of you both anyone special caught your attention"

Orion pax " well we do both wish to spend our lives with a special someone and become spark mates"

D-16 " it become to tense for us we had to seek alpha Trion help and he gave us some good advice"

y/n " oh that nice of him" the trio had stopped walking to look up at the night sky, just enjoying the time together as the time past by for them all.

Orion pax " y/n if I and D asked you told you something will you listen"

y/n " I always listen to you both so tell me"

D-16 " well you are the one who special to us there has been no one else, on cybetrion so have our attention and feelings with you do"

Orion pax " since we been with you from day one we meet, life has never been the same and we love that and would never change it for anything"

y/n " ......."

D-16 " so we were wondering if you go through the courtship of becoming spark mates with us, if our words and sparks are meanted to be together"

y/n " I will love to as you both are the ones I love as well, and there no mech that can beat you both"

D-16 " well it seems like this night has been good after all"

Orion pax " one of the many best night ever" you had smiled at their words, the night did end on good note for the trio. As it seems like everyone words had been right after all, their spark were meant to be together after all. There was a future to come that will have it good days and bad days, but in the end there will always be the sparks that connected you to the ones you care for most in the galaxy. No matter what future comes that spark will still be strong even due, the situation might not be the same as it was from before the future had come upon everyone.

[milkywaygalaxygurl]

Caring - Arthur Fleck

i hated the way Joker 2 ended, so this is my alternate ending. sorry if this sucks booty, i haven’t written in a while 😭

Pairing: Arthur Fleck x Female!Reader

Warnings: probably slightly sad, reader doesn’t like Arthur at first (though she doesn’t treat him badly), probably cursing, smoking, reader is significantly younger than Arthur (i headcanon him as in his like late 30’s - early 40’s and reader is supposed to be 20ish)

Word Count: i’m too lazy to put it rn, will update later.

Being assigned to babysit Arthur Fleck had seemed like a slap to the face before you really knew him. You had spent your whole life studying Psych, just to be permanently assigned to caring for an insane criminal who miraculously happened to escape the death penalty. You had begged your higher up to give you any other patient, to assign you to any other case.

Your wishes were not granted. Instead, you were ordered to allow this strange man into your living space and to make sure he went to therapy and took his meds. All remnants of your old life were gone; You no longer lived alone, you no longer had the job you loved at the fancy psychiatric hospital on the West side of Gotham due to the fact that Arthur need 24/7 supervision. Everything changed and you were not happy about it.

Having Arthur move in was awkward, to say the least. He didn’t speak, he barely left his room, he barely ate. He just sat quietly in his room, smoking pack after pack. The only time he left it was for therapy, where he sat in your living room while you vacated the house for some much needed you time.

It annoyed you, having this strange man in your house who couldn’t even pay you the decency to speak to you or look you in the eyes. You had read his case file, read about his childhood, so you understood why he acted this way. You couldn’t place why it annoyed you until one day, when on your walk while he did therapy, you realized you were annoyed with yourself.

You had been able to get so many patients to open up to you in the hospital you worked at, but no matter what you did Arthur stayed closed up and distant. Nothing worked and you couldn’t understand why. It was on this walk that you had started to formulate a plan. You had decided to put this plan to use as soon as you got home and so, you did.

It started with simple things like inviting Arthur to eat meals with you at the dining table, he had denied the first few times but said yes when you had asked him to join you for dinner.

“You’re allowed to leave your room, y’know? You’re not in Arkham anymore, you’re free to roam the house and do whatever you please.” You spoke softly, wiping your mouth with a napkin as you look up at Arthur. He nods, taking a bite of his food.

You want to scream, yell at him to say something, but you know that wouldn’t do anything but cause him to retreat further into his shell. Him even joining you for dinner was a big step, you had to remind yourself. Taking a deep breath, you speak again.

“It’s good to see you eat, thank you for joining me. Maybe we could do this for every meal?” You smile warmly at him when he looks up at you, his eyes almost shocked that you even offered. He nods again, looking back down at his plate.

You smile to yourself, happy that he even agreed. “I was thinking of watching a movie tonight, if you’d like to join me.” You take a bite and nearly choke when he speaks.

“I- I’d like that. What movie?” His voice is soft, timid. It makes your heart ache, hearing how unsure he sounds with his voice. You swallow your food and the pain, instead smiling brightly at him.

“I’m not sure yet, maybe you can pick?” Your words seem to make him smile, and you swear your heart falters at the sight of it. It’s easily one of the most beautiful smiles you’ve ever seen.

“I’m not sure you’d know anything I’d prefer.” He says it softly, so softly you barely hear.

“That’s okay! I love watching new things, so pick whatever you’d like.” He nods, still smiling, and looks back down at his plate. You realize that’s the end of the conversation, but you don’t mind. This is amazing progress. You both finish your meal and settle into the living room once the dishes are cleaned, as promised you let Arthur pick whatever he wants.

After that night, it becomes a daily occurrence for him to join you for every meal and a movie after dinner. You take turns picking, Arthur introducing you to old movies and you introducing him to newer ones. It was nice, you could almost convince yourself that he wasn’t just a patient you were assigned to.

After months of getting to know the man, you couldn’t deny the fact that he is more than just a patient to you. He had become a friend and, whether you liked to admit it or not, you had developed a crush on Arthur. He looked good after having home cooked meals for the past few months, he no longer looked sickly and had even started to build some muscle by helping you around the house.

“You look good!” You smile brightly, seeing him in an outfit he had picked out. He was in need of a new wardrobe after gaining some weight, so you had taken him shopping. He smiles at you through the reflection in the mirror before looking at himself, still smiling.

“I vote yes for this outfit, it’s adorable.” He had picked out a yellow corduroy jacket with brown corduroy pants to match and a purple shirt to go under the jacket. He truly looks amazing in it. He nods his head and goes back to try on another outfit. You leave the store with at least 10 new outfits for him, he just looked too damn good in everything.

“Did you have fun?” You ask, nudging him softly with your shoulder as you walk.

“I did, thank you.” He had seemed to become more confident in himself as you got to know each other, his voice no longer quiet. It made you happy to see, to hear.

“Good, I’m glad! I got the clothes a little big so you could grow into them, you still gotta get some more meat on you.” You giggle and he laughs as well, a real genuine laugh. It makes your cheeks warm, but you’d blame it on the cold if he were to ask.

Your cheeks warm further when he timidly grabs your hand, pulling you a little closer to him. “I-It’s cold.” He says with a shrug when he sees your questioning look. You smile to yourself and shake your head, continuing your walk back to the house.

Later that night, you two are watching a movie when he suddenly breaks the silence. “Thank you for giving me a chance, Y/N. I-I know it wasn’t easy for you, having me come here and invade your space. You- You still tried though, you fought through my shell and you’ve been taking such good care of me.” His words warm your heart, tears almost rising to your eyes.

“Of course, Arthur. I’d do it again a million times if it brought me here, to this exact moment. You’re so much more than just an assignment to me now, you’re honestly my best friend.” You each for his hand as you speak, taking it into my own and squeezing it.

“My-My therapist encouraged me to share something with you, but I’m-I’m a little scared.” You immediately pause the movie when he says this and give him your undivided attention.

“You can tell me anything, Arthur. Anything.” You take his other hand in yours, squeezing them both as you turn to face him on the couch.

“Well I-You-“ He seems to struggle with his words and you smile at him encouragingly, waiting for him to find the right words.

“I’ve never known what’s real and what isn’t, but I know that you’re real. I know the feelings I have for you are real.” You’re heart leaps to your throat at his words, your eyes going wide.

“W-What do you mean?” You ask, not wanting to get your hopes up.

“These last few months have been the best of my life, Y/N. I think-I know that I love you.” Barely able to contain yourself, you lunge forward and hug him.

“I’ve been falling for you since the moment you smiled at me that first night we shared dinner.” You say, your face buried in his shoulder.

“R-Really?” He asks, pushing you back softly so he can look at you.

“Of course, Arthur. How could I not fall for this beautiful smile?” You ask, cupping his face and softly rubbing his smile lines with your thumbs. His smile widens at that and he surges forward to hug you tightly.

“Thank you.” He whispers into the crook of your neck, holding you snug to him.

“For what?” You ask, pulling back to look at him.

“For noticing me, for seeing me.” He almost whispers, his eyes full of unshed tears. Your own eyes fill with tears as you lean forward to kiss him softly, trying to put all of your love into the action.

“It’s my pleasure, Arthur.”

[soothinglee]

| 2 AM - myung jaehyun x gn! reader - 800 wc✔︎

my notes⎯ hey...how y'all doing? I know it's been a long time since I've posted something but I'm in college now! and life is busy, but I promise i'll get better at it. hopefully after I post this I can begin another one! here's my man in a fanfic for y'all( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ). warnings⎯ lowercase intended, cursing, not really proofread. songs⎯ 2 am | SZA and pain | pinkpantheress

"do I really to come over now?"

"well, yes."

an exasperated sigh leaves your lips as a heavy hand drags at your cheeks, "jaehyun, I love you, I do, but it's 2 am."

the luminescent glow from the device next to the pillow dims from being untouched. being the only light in the dark room, you can see the dark shadows beneath your lashes on the screen.

"okay but I need to show you something! It's important!" he rebuttals, his words slowed due to his own exhaustion. there's ruffling on the other end that follows.

"so important that you can't wait until the sun comes up?"

the sound stops, breathing; soft and quiet replaces it while he hesitates. it had been a long time since you had last seen jaehyun. him always busy flying to different countries, visiting onedoors all around the world while juggling intense practices and concerts, and you; buried under the weight of being a 2nd year in college, trying to get used to the mountains of school work assigned along with working an exhausting job.

there is no word strong enough to convey the feeling of the empty bed beside you. his space cold and open from where he usually laid. he couldn't make it home tonight, trapped in by the walls of the dorm due to a late night and scheduled activities for the following day.

you shudder as a cold breeze passes by you, "I'm waiting?"

"I miss you." he says after a moment. there's a heaviness to his voice, he's pouting, you can tell. his bottom lip poked out as he gazes at the contact name he put for you. "I wish I could come over but...you know how management is."

"I know." you unconsciously match his tone. a sigh. "yeah, I know."

"but..." he starts back up again. there's movement on his side and you hear him huff with effort as he tries to sit up. "they never said anything about you coming over here."

"sure, but that's because I've never been over there. you always come to my place." you finger for the switch to the lamp on your bedside table, tired of being surrounded by black. "I don't want to start now and then have to put rules in place that weren't there before. it'd be troublesome."

a long whine leaves his lips, thumping his fists lightly in a miniature tantrum, "but they know who you are! they trust you."

you sigh for the umpteenth time, "jaehyun." your voice trails off.

"what?" an abrupt scoff catches itself through the speaker, "you don't want to see me?"

"no, not at all!" you get out hastily, "you know how much I've missed you since you've been on tour; hell I'm pretty sure our texts show it, but I've been working too dude. and I'm sorry but I'm even too tired to even get up to use the bathroom."

"ew." it comes out quietly but still audible. "sounds like you need to invest in a catheter."

"die."

the line goes silent. the window on your left was propped open with a wooden stick you found at your job. the street below sings with cars passing through the leftover rain. it lulls you to sleep, the weight of your eyelids slowly closing in on itself.

"jaehyun." you mumble, finally feeling the effects of a tiring week. "why are you so quiet."

he clears his throat, "I can't be quiet?" the words rush out in a hushed voice, each one colliding with another.

"no." the duvet beneath your back shifts, "it's weird."

he pauses, a garbled noise releases from the back of his esophagus and it causes him to hesitate longer than intended. "how mad would you be at me if I were to say, hypothetically, that I was, hypothetically, on my way to your apartment with an overnight bag." he takes a breath and sheepishly adds, "hypothetically."

a sigh much deeper than the last deflates your body as you finally relinquish. you should've know playing this game with jaehyun wouldn't mean a thing to him. when he wanted something he got it, no matter if he had a packed day to come in the following hours.

"at this point," you start hiking the covers up closer to your chin. "I don't give a damn."

"I figured." you can hear the smug smile in his voice, the beep of the elevator doors opening for him and promptly closing as coded. "I'll be there in ten babe."

defeated, you turn your back towards the phone on his pillow, "yeah yeah, you know how to get in."

he laughs wholeheartedly, a sound resonating deep within his chest. it's easy to envision the cheeky grin that graces his face.

"of course, see you in a little, sleep well."

[wonton4rang]

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I'm not the only one ¡!

pairing: bnd x reader.

warnings: mentions of smut, cheating, arguments, yelling, cursing, and i think that's it.

summary: mini scenarios on how would bnd react if you cheated on them. (probably gonna do one if they cheat on you)

note: if you find any typos or anything, lmk!! i had this on drafts for a while and i just gave it a quick look so i could post it tonight 🫶

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sungho;

i believe it would happen due to routine? you guys would be together for years before it happens but it does. you were in your office, kissing your co-worker in top of your desk when he knocked on the door twice before entering. you guys quickly stopped kissing and the boy excused himself and went out, passing by sungho's side and closing the door behind him.

"babe, what are you d-doing here?" you asked, your voice inevitably trembling at the look your boyfriend was giving you, your eyes lowering to the flowers in his hands after you heard the plastic sound when he clenched his fists. "you brought me flowers? you didn't have to-"

"are you going to act like i didn't see what happened?" he cut you off, his eyes watering up and his gaze being a mix of sadness and anger. "like you were not kissing someone's else tongue?"

"baby, it's not what you think, i-"

"stop fucking babying me, y/n, what the hell is this?" he finally snapped, his feet moving to be closer to you. "why are you doing this to me?"

"it's nothing, baby, trust me. i love you so much, he's no one" and yet he just pressed his lips together with disappointment. "don't give me that look"

"i caught you cheating and you are not even trying to apologize, you're asking me to trust you... trust you in what? i saw it, okay? there's nothing to trust you on"

"don't say that"

but sungho was not in the mood to discuss with you right now, he had a rough week at work and managed to make time for today because it was a special day so he wanted to surprise you. well, he was the one who got the surprise.

you were never this type of person, you would've never thought about cheating on him but you felt so lonely and that boy that worked with you was so caring that you just gave in.

sungho looked to the ground for a few seconds, lifting his face to show you his sore eyes and the tears accumulated in them, extending his arm to you before saying:

"happy anniversary, y/n" and he gave you the flowers before leaving your office.

next thing you knew when you got home was that his things were not there and he just left you a note behind explaining that he couldn't forgive a cheater, that it wouldn't let him sleep at night if he knew you did that. so he apologized for leaving you like this, disappearing for good after all those years.

maybe you should've thought about it before kissing your work partner. maybe you should've talked to your boyfriend and explain how you felt. but no, you didn't, and those were the consequences.

riwoo;

you guys met at the dance studio, you took hip hop classes together and even got to make a presentation as a couple, that was the start of y'alls relationship. you got along really well and complemented each other so good that you decided to take it to the next level and date.

but riwoo was an insecure person, and don't get me wrong, it's not that he didn't trust you at all and that was the main reason, it's just that he felt you were soooo good for him and he always was kinda scared that he might not live up to your expectations. that's why when you told him that you were going to have a couple dance with another boy he went nuts.

there wasn't anything he could possibly do asides from following you to the studio and watch you practice with the other male, his lips pouting each time you laughed or your bodies collapsed together. it was late, that dance was yo close and riwoo didn't understand why all of the sudden you two were kissing.

his mouth gapped and his hands covered it when he let out a shocked gasp. he didn't wanna see anything else so he just went home in silence, waiting for you but trying to cover up the fact.

"you're home" he softly smiled when you got in the room, you just nodded. "how did practice go?"

"it was fine, i'm just tired" liar. "how are you? did you wait for me?"

riwoo noticed how your faced looked normal, like you just didn't cheat on him, like you were not lying at his face and mocking his sweet demeanor. it was a hopeless cause, he didn't even know if this was the first time you did this. and you know what? he didn't want to know either so he just ignored what he saw and stayed with you.

his heart would randomly start racing whenever you go out without him but he calms down when he thinks that at the end of the day is him who you come back to.

jaehyun;

he wouldn't shut up about it. it would be with a member of his football team, you went to see your boyfie but got caught up behind the yards with some tall and hot dude who called you pretty more than once, even in front of myungjae.

in fact, this boy would've been a theme of conversation between you two by now, he would explain you how much he loved you to go and see him, how happy he felt when you cheered for him from the public, but that he couldn't help but feel uneasy when this guy looked at you with crazy eyes; like he would eat you up if he ever had the chance.

so when jaehyun doesn't see you on the crowd after practice is over he goes looking for you, checking on the dressing room and the hallways before going out to the field again and finally listening to your sweet laugh. he thought that maybe you were playing with him, hiding so he could find you, it wouldn't be the first time, so when he smiled and walked to the place he heard your laugh coming from his heart would literally shatter to pieces.

his eyes would water up so quickly that he didn't even notice when you two looked back at him when he was already giving a soft denial swing with his head and running away.

what hurt him the most wasn't even the fact that you cheated, it was the fact that you told him to not worry about that guy, that you told him and reassured him a million times nothing like that would ever happen. and yet here he was, laying down on his bed, cuddling his own sheets and balling his eyes out because he didn't even know how he would trust anybody from now on.

taesan;

he couldn't believe his eyes. his foot frozen and his eyebrows frowning in confusion before his presence alerted you and the boy between your legs. you were making out with some dude on the bed you BOTH shared. the deception on his face was almost audible before you pushed the boy on top of you off and he almost ran out, passing by taesan's side and gulping when the taller man gave him a dead stare.

"i can explain"

"i would like you to" he would say but you just know he's raging right now, and why wouldn't he be? "if you even have anything to say"

"i didn't meant to, i promise, this was just a mistake and i will never do it again" he nods while looking at the floir and you take it as a good sign to continue "i only love you, i don't know what i would do if i loose you"

"and yet you did this" you could finally hear the pain in his voice, your heart shattering when he looked up and his eyes were full of tears.

and you knew you fucked up bad when he finally cried, taesan DIDN'T cry, ever. you guys have been dating for 2 years now and you've never seem him cry before. he just had that cold image that always made you feel like he didn't care.

well... he did.

"i can't believe you did this, y/n. i trusted you, i love you, i gave all of me!" he was so overwhelmed. "was i not enough?"

"no, no, you are, i just-" but when you tried to touch his face and remove his tears he pulled back from your touch.

"then why?"

but you couldn't answer. there was no answer. nothing you could say to excuse this. you didn't even know why it happened in the first place, maybe you were bored and decided to see what happened if you kissed another boy.

"i think we should break up" taesan said. "i don't feel comfortable being around you"

"but i-"

"please go, you're just making it worse" he would finally say with some hate on his words, spitting them out and sobbing before removing his tears from his face. "don't contact me, hope you have a good life. i loved you"

but not all loves were meant to be forever, not even his unconditional one.

leehan;

he is not stupid, he might be a little slow for somethings but not this. he really loved you, so much that he could accept your almost unexistent love for fishes and his tank because you were his baby, you were the love of his life so he didn't really mind.

so when you started going to the store so often to get him "tank stuff" or a new fish because he "deserves it" he knew something was off. he just didn't expect to find you making out with the owner of the store in the back of the place, hearing your laugh, your voice and even sweet moans coming from your mouth.

he felt like something broke, like he lost something he didn't even knew it was there, his body felt empty, his stomach hurting and his face just expressionless. now that he was here, he decided to wait for you, see what you had to say, so he sat down on the chair of the register and just waited with his arms closed, his back facing the door you were inside.

"i have to go now, my boyfriend, he... you know him" you mumbled and he payed attention. "he can't know we do this, okay? it's not personal"

"but you come almost everyday, i thought that we-"

"there's no we, you and i just fuck" and that's when the colour left leehan's face, his eyes looking for you when the door was opened and the look on your face was priceless.

"it took you quite long, y/n"

"baby-"

"why?"

"w-why what?" he just stared at you, the man on your back just looking away when leehan's eyes shifted to him, he couldn't believe you actually were asking.

"we need to talk"

"whatever you wanna talk about, you can say it here" his right eyebrow lifted before he finally got up and said:

"fine, i will give you until the end of the month to leave my apartment"

"baby, but i-"

"maybe he can help you with that, or do you guys really just fuck?"

but the way he said just made you realise how mad he actually was. his ears were burning up and his arms kept flexing due to him containing his anger.

he left, and he didn't even talk to you ever again until you left and he mumbled a soft "have a good life" before shutting his door on your face. you should've known better than to fuck with kim leehan tbh.

woonhak;

the way he would literally crumble is the highlight for me, you would cheat on him during a school trip. he would be so excited the week before because it was his first time going to one and having a girlfriend so it was double excitement!!

he would make you two lunch and dinner, kimbap with cute little details, bringing matching coats and gloves and also a warm and thick sheet so you could both hug and watch the moonlight together for a while before going back to the dorms.

for him, it was perfect, it was the stars aligning, but for you? it was bad timing that woonhak went to look you up when you were kissing his best friend, your eyes only opening when you heard the gasp and the plate dropping to the floor.

you pushed the boy in your arms and looked at woonhak with panic in your eyes, how fucking dumb could you be to cause that look in his face? he looked traumatised, like he just found a body or something.

"woonagi, i- i am so sorry, this- i didn't... please, come to m-"

but you couldn't even finish talking when he ran away. you didn't see him for the rest of the trip, not even his shadow, and you looked everywhere!!! he would close himself, going back home and locking himself up on his room while he cried over how stupid he felt, he didn't even know what was the awful feeling he got, he knew it was because of your betrayal but why did it hurt him so bad?

his first love broke his heart for the first time and poor baby just couldn't get over it, sobbing loudly and just cuddling that huge teddy bear he once thought on giving you.

[authorhjk1]

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Karina X Male Reader

"Aren't you going to work?"

Ahin looks at you surprised, when you say goodbye to her.

"No."

You look up from your laptop.

"Then why are you wearing a suit?"

You don't respond to her question, checking the time.

"The driver should be here already. You can go outside."

Ahin looks like she wants to argue, but she realizes, that if you aren't going to work, you won't drive her.

"Alright. See you tonight?"

You smile at her.

"Goodbye."

The blonde looks at you, trying to figure out if that was a yes or no from your side. You pretend you don't care if she keeps standing there, focusing your attention back to the laptop.

A moment later, you hear the door.

You sigh, as you watch her leave. Your screen showing the camera footage of your driveway.

Once the car is gone, you get up and pour yourself some green tea.

You don't know what to do. Which is actually pretty rare.

You realize that you really enjoy Ahin's company. And no one can deny that the sex is mind blowing. But you feel like she is trying to get closer.

You had only one girlfriend before. You broke up with her two years ago, after you found out that she was only dating you for your money. She didn't do anything than spend your money. So after two weeks it was over.

But you feel like Ahin is something different. You aren't sure yet though. You don't know her well enough. Maybe she is just acting?

You groan, as you sit back down.

The problem with a lot of money is, you don't know if a woman genuinely likes you for you, or your money.

You try to concentrate on the unfinished email you are writing, as you realize that Ahin is on your mind once again.

"Can you get into more detail about that?"

"Yes, sir."

You lean back, as you watch the man in front of you explaining how the company is going to rebuild itself.

Right now, you are at a company, which almost went bankrupt a couple of weeks ago. You liked the location of the buildings, so you bought. You thought, they would either survive and you can build them back up again, or they won't make it and you can use the place for something else.

The company used to be one of the best selling meat companies in Korea, before it went under, due to some problem with the meat they produced.

You changed their image and their label completely, renamed them, and are now trying to bring them back to the top.

There are still a couple of things to figure out, but you know it's starting to go well.

Once the man's presentation is finished, you leave the building, ready to go back to the company, which you bought three weeks ago.

Walking up to your Ferrari 812, you open the door before getting in.

You don't own a lot of cars for a person with so much money as you, but you do have a couple of good ones.

Not wanting to pay too much money you only brought three of them with you to Korea. Because here, you have to pay extra high taxes for cars which aren't made in Korea.

The company's headquarters aren't in Seoul, so you have to drive back a little while.

After around twenty minutes, you see a car on the side of the street. You don't have much time before your next meeting, but you have some time to spare. You stop the car a few meters away, before you walk to the person that is leaning over the engine.

"Can I help you?"

The man looks at you and then at your car.

"Do you know anything about cars?"

You force yourself to smile, before you look at the car.

"What's wrong?"

While the man explains the problem, the door in the back opens.

"Managernim. We are already going to be late and-"

Her voice trails off when she sees you.

You can't help but look at her, as her dress seems to sparkle slightly in the midday sun.

"Hello, nice to meet you. Are you the guy with the tow truck?"

She extends her hand and you look at it.

"I'm afraid not."

You point at your car, which is parked on the other side o the street, a couple of meters behind theirs.

"It got the right colour though."

You see her smile.

"This is your car?"

You nod, as you hear her disbelieving voice.

"Your car won't run anytime soon."

You pat the man on the back, before standing up straight again.

"Alright, thanks for your help though. Then we have to cancel our appointment."

He takes out his phone and you say goodbye to the woman standing in front of you.

Her face looks somewhat familiar. You are sure you have seen her before. Recently even.

Once you get back into your car, your phone rings.

"Yes?"

"Here is Do-yun, sir."

"What is it? I will be there soon."

"We just got a call from the manager from one of our models."

You wonder for a moment, who it might be. Except for Ahin, there is only one other model for your company currently and she was supposed to have her photoshoot with Ahin today.

You know that the blonde's girl group just disbanded, so you actually don't know if she has a manager.

But the second one is an active singer. You don't know her face, but you think her name started with a K or a J? You don't remember.

"What are they saying?"

"That she had another schedule this morning and on their way, their car broke down."

You chuckle at the coincidence, as you look at the man ahead, who is now probably calling a tow truck.

"Why don't they take a taxi or something?"

"They are not in the city."

Suddenly it starts to dawn on you, as you see the woman leaning against the other car. She definitely looks like model material.

"Send me a picture of her with her name."

You don't wait for a reply and hang up.

A second later you get an email. Opening the picture, you look at the woman outside again.

This is the one.

She looks at you in question, as you get out of your car again and work towards the two of them.

Her eyes widen when you talk to her.

"Miss Yu?"

"Yes? How do you know me? Are you a fan?"

"No. I'm (y/n) (l/n)."

She tilts her head a little, wondering if she has met you before.

You are amused at the fact that she doesn't know who you are.

"If you want to, I can take you to your photoshoot. It's on my way."

Now she looks at you a little worried.

"I'm not a stalker or anything."

You smile at her and you can see the tension leave her body, but she still looks curious.

"Then how do you know all this?"

"Your dress is for the photoshoot, right?"

She nods, still amazed at how you know so much.

"We were in a hurry already before we left, so I thought I should change before I arrive."

"The brand you are modeling for."

You gesture at the logo on the dress.

"It's mine."

Her stunned face shows you that she didn't expect to meet you.

"But..."

You laugh at her speechlessness.

"Well, I don't own the whole company, but I'm in charge of what happens through out most of Asia."

"You own so much of Diesel?"

Extending your hand, you smile at her.

"If you want to, I can give you a ride."

"Well, thanks but..."

She looks at her manager helplessly, but he nods. Still too stunned to speak.

"Alright. Fine."

She takes your hand with a smile and you guide her towards the car.

Once the two of you sit, you start the engine.

"If we hurry up, you can be there before their lunch break is over."

"I'm not sure we are allowed to drive that fast."

"No one is here. And I hope you won't tell on me?"

You wink at her.

"Buckle up, Miss Yu."

"Please,"

She gives you a smile.

"Call me Karina."

Until you reach Seoul, Karina doesn't talk much. Maybe that's because you really are driving a little fast. But with a car like this, you need to drive faster from time to time, when no one is around. And it's not like you can't pay a ticket.

As soon as you enter the city though, Karina becomes more talkative.

You listen to her, as you make your way through the streets, occasionally asking a question, or answering one of hers.

"I'm sorry that I didn't recognize you, or even knew who you are."

You wave it off.

"I don't care. I like being able to go around without everyone looking at me."

You glance at her.

"That's probably a freedom you don't have."

Karina nods slightly.

"Sometimes, I whish I could just spend some time alone. Without a camera or anything."

You sigh.

"Well, then maybe I shouldn't be driving you to a photoshoot. You want to go to my place?"

You try to make your question as light as possible, as you keep your focus on the road.

Karina giggles slightly, but shakes her head.

"I'm sure you would lose money, if I don't do my job."

"That's true."

You hold at a red light.

"Plus, I just met you twenty minutes ago. At least buy me dinner."

"It's too early for dinner. What would you think about lunch?"

She shakes her head in disbelief, before smiling at you.

"Why not?"

Over the car's Bluetooth, you call your assistant at your company.

It takes you another thirty minutes, until you finally pull up in front of the building.

The company at this location is a mix of store, warehouse and development, designing clothes, more appealing to the Asian market.

Parking in your designated spot, you walk around the car before opening the door. You help Karina out of your Ferrari, since her dress is a little short.

The set for the photoshoots are in the basement of the first huge building, so you take the elevator to the lowest floor.

Once you arrive, you see that your prediction was true. Everyone is at the cafeteria.

One of the sets consist of a black Kia with a white wall behind it.

You aren't much of a fashion guy, but it's probably not a bad idea to show Korean idols with Korean cars, when you want to sell clothes in Korea.

Of course the label of the car is gone, but you have seen a lot of cars and people who know even a little bit about cars will recognize the brand.

"Since they are all eating upstairs, we will have lunch here."

You open the door to the dressing room, letting Karina step inside first.

The sushi you ordered is arranged on a small coffee table in the middle of the room. You motion for her to sit down, before taking your place on the couch next to her.

"I never expected a rich guy to eat like this."

Karina smiles at you, curious.

"As long as it tastes good, I can eat anything anywhere."

"You are like me, then."

She chuckles, before taking the chopsticks, which are lying on the side of the three big plates of sushi.

She hands you yours. Your fingers touch and you are sure you can see her blush a little, as you take a second longer to move away.

"I know you wanted to get dinner, but isn't it a little early for whine?"

You raise your eyebrow, as Karina points at two plastic cups, which are standing on the table.

Picking one, you take a sip.

"Seems like my assistant tried to be funny."

"Why?"

"It's grape juice."

She giggles as she takes the other cup, before tasting it.

"You are right."

When you see her smile at you, you realize how small the couch is. Your shoulders are almost touching, but Karina doesn't seem to mind.

"I will enjoy the meal then."

"Please do."

The two of you start to eat, while you keep up the conversation.

While Karina tells you a funny story about her band mate Winter and herself, you hear your phone buzzing on the table.

"Sorry, have to take this."

She looks a little disappointed, but nods.

"(L/n)."

Karina doesn't know what is spoken on the other line. She only hears what you are saying.

"Since when?"

She sees you furrowing your eyebrows, as the other person talks.

"Why haven't you told me this sooner?"

While one of your hands is holding your phone, the other is loosening your tie. It's a habit you picked up, when you try to come up with a quick solution.

As Karina watches you, she tries to take another pice of sushi. But for some reason she can't take her eyes off you.

She already liked your suit, when she met you on the road. Your playful attempt to ask her for a date made her think more than you would have thought.

When you ruffle your hair with your free hand, as you listen, Karina bites her lip unconsciously. Not taking her eyes off you, she is still trying to get next piece. Not knowing she is trying to pick one up from the empty table and not from the plate.

"I will come over, then."

Your words make Karina come back to reality. She doesn't want you to leave already, she is really enjoying your company.

"Yes, I will stay at a hotel. Make sure to get me a plane for this evening. I should be there by tomorrow morning then."

Hanging up, you catch Karina staring at you. She shyly looks away, realizing her aim for the sushi was way off.

"Did something bad happen?"

She asks you, after you sit down next to her again.

"Everything is fine. I just have to take care of something."

The two of you keep eating, until Karina drops her piece of sushi by accident. Or so you think.

On instinct, both of you lean down to pick it up. When her hand closes around it, yours touches hers.

The two of you look at each other, your noses almost touching.

"Damn, you're pretty."

It just slipped out. You have seen her for a while now and she looked beautiful this entire time. Her dress hugs her body tightly, showing off her curves. Now that you are seeing her face up close, you can't hold back anymore.

To your surprise, Karina doesn't blush and pull away. Instead she leans forward, closing her eyes.

Your lips touch carefully at first. Just for a moment. Then Karina retreats a little. Her eyes still closed, she leans closer again, this time the kiss lasts longer. Her lips taste like the grape juice she just drank and their softness makes you want more.

You hear a slight sound, as Karina lets the sushi piece fall onto the floor, while her hand moves up. Yours is still on hers and you take her hand into yours.

You feel her knees against yours and her other hand, which is resting on your shoulder.

Although she is wearing these heavy looking boots, she is surprisingly light, as you pull her onto your lap.

She smiles into the kiss, as both of her hands are now holding your face. Yours hold her hips, as the two of you keep making out.

When you finally pull away to breathe, Karina giggles slightly.

"I never thought I would do something like this."

"Lets find out."

Because her neck is covered by her dress, you start with kissing her shoulders. She moves her hands, grabbing your hair lightly, as you make her shiver.

No one has kissed her like this before. Although the young woman does have a little experience, she is wowed at how good you are.

One of your hand slowly grazes over her dress, moving upwards. You trace the outlines of her curves, as you reach her chest.

Letting your hand glide over her clothed tits, you feel them, before you hold her shoulder.

Your other hand drops lower, making its way to the hem of her dress.

Feeling her move a little on your lap, makes your pants uncomfortable tight. Her blushing cheeks show that she is feeling you underneath her.

Once your hand is under her dress, you let it glide along her thigh, until you reach her core.

Karina bites her lip, as one of your fingers touches her thong. You feel a small wet spot on it and you slowly start to move your finger across it.

The young woman shifts around, while she rests her head on your shoulder.

You aren't even inside of her, but she starts whimpering into your suit.

Moving a little faster, you hear her moaning, before she covers her mouth with her hand.

You are surprised at her sensitivity, as you slide two fingers underneath her thong. Karina's juices start to dribble out, as you slowly insert a finger.

When a deep sigh leaves her mouth, your other hand takes her shoulder again and pushes her off you a little.

Kissing her, you shut her up, just in case someone is walking by.

As soon as you stop moving your finger, you feel Karina starting to grind on it. Her moans into your mouth become faster and you use the opportunity to enter her mouth with your tongue.

While she fucks herself with your finger, your thumb starts to put pressure on her clit.

Karina almost bites off your tongue, as she clenches her teeth in pleasure. The movements of her hips become faster and you know she is already close.

Inserting a second finger into her, makes Karina close her eyes, as she feels fuller now. Her pussy keeps getting tighter and her grinding faster.

Finally, you push her over the edge, as you slightly curl your fingers inside of her.

"Oh!"

Karina's head drops back, as she cums on your fingers. She shakes on your lap and you feel some of her juices drop onto your pants.

"If you would have warned me, I would have taken my pants off beforehand."

Karina gasps, as she finally comes down from her high.

"Then lets do that now."

She reaches down, her face flushed.

"Now it's a little late, don't you think?"

After unbuckling your belt, she opens your button and the zipper.

"I don't want to ruin it even more."

She stands up, so you can let your pants fall to your ankles, as soon as you sit back down, the black haired beauty is on your lap once more.

Karina didn't give you enough time to take your boxers off, so she does it herself now. Her eager hands brushing against your member in the process.

Once she got them off too, she takes your cock into her hand.

"I want to ride you."

She looks at you with lust filled eyes.

"I'm not stopping you."

To your surprise, she waits a second, before opening her mouth. Slowly, she lets a string off her saliva fall from her tongue. It stays connected, until it reaches the hight of her chest, before it finally falls down onto your cock. Her aim is oddly precise and you feel her hand coat your cock in her spit, while another string starts its journey downwards.

When she is done, she looks at you again.

"I think you would have been wet enough."

You tease her, which makes her smile shyly again.

"I don't do this often, so I wanted to show off some of my skill."

You kiss her lips, as she keeps stroking your now dripping cock.

"My turn now."

You reply, as you raise the hem of her dress, bunching it up around her waist.

You discover, that her thong is white, as you push it to the side.

Slightly lifting her by her waist, you pull her towards you a little, until her entrance is right above your shaft.

If you would be with Ahin right now, you would've just dropped her, making her fall onto your cock. But you decide to go slower with Karina.

As your tip brushes past her lower lips, you see her bite her finger. You keep pulling her down, waiting for a signal to stop, but she doesn't say anything, until you are fully embedded inside of her.

Hearing her breathe heavily, you relish the feeling of her pussy around you.

She is definitely tighter than Ahin and wet like a waterslide.

You feel like her butt is a little smaller though, as you move your hands, ready to make her move.

When your eyes meet, you push her upwards, before you let er sink onto you again.

Karina holds onto your shoulders, as you slowly make her take your cock over and over again.

It feels like your pushing air out of her body. Everytime you enter her fully, Karina let's out a deep breath.

When her moans start to grow louder, you increase your pace. Her hands are behind your neck, holding onto you, as she feels you deep inside of her.

"Faster, please."

She sighs into your ear, while you grip her ass harder.

At one point the sound of her skin hitting yours echoes through the room. It starts to become louder than her moans, as you make her go faster. You see the muscles in her toned thighs move, as she follows your guidance.

When you let go of her butt, Karina keeps up the pace. She is too far gone to even realize that your hands aren't holding her anymore.

Her ponytail sways behind her, making you follow it with your eyes, while Karina impales herself on your cock. Over and over again.

"I'm close."

You hear her whimper. And you are surprised she was able to hold out for this long, after she came so fast earlier.

"Oh my!"

She freezes as she sits on your cock. Nothing moves, except her cunt, which is trying to milk you. You feel her pulsating around you, until she finally looks down at you.

"This was so good."

Karina smiles at you, before she starts kissing you again.

Holding onto her legs, you slowly stand up, still inside of her.

"You are even deeper now."

Her breathing becomes heavy again, as you lift her up and down.

Her hands have moved from your neck to the back of your head. She grabs your hair, as you fill her even more than before.

You kiss her again, trying to silence her moans, as you turn around. Right now, you are lifting her up and down very slowly compared to just a couple of moments ago. You feel how her pussy grips onto you tight, everytime you lift her up.

Instead of fast, you do her deep and slow. Making Karina experience something new.

You continue like this for a while, just relishing the feeling of being inside of Karina's tight snatch. Once you start to get a little closer to your orgasm, you stop caring about her, just wanting to take pleasure from her body.

Without a word you put her down and spin her around, after slipping out of her wet pussy.

Then, you push her back down, making her hold on to the small coffee table. Her ass is raised high. It looks even better now. During your repositioning her dress slipped down again, almost completely covering her butt.

You squeeze her cheeks hard, making Karina squeal in surprise, before you push inside of her again.

Your hands move to her waist, as you don't move inside of her.

"I think I heard someone. We better do this quick."

Karina looks up at you with fear in her eyes, not knowing that you are only playing with her.

She tries to hold in her moan, as you almost pull out of her. Her hands are gripping onto the table for support.

With one swift stroke you are completely inside of her once more.

"So deep!"

Despite her efforts, Karina can't prevent herself from moaning.

At first, you go slow. Relishing the feeling of being so unbelievably deep inside of her. It's like her pussy is sucking you in, everytime you thrust forward.

Karina's efforts to keep quiet are in vain. She has never felt so full. Sh has never taken someone so deep. And she realizes how good it is.

When you have finally enough of her depth, you start to fuck her faster. You keep increasing your pace with every thrust.

Karina is barely able to hold onto the table as you plow her from behind. Her knuckles turn white at how hard she is gripping the wooden surface.

Because her dress is so close to her body, she is unable to widen her legs. Making her even tighter, as you push her back further down.

You hear her moans become louder and you feel her legs shake.

Words spill out of Karina's mouth, but you are unable to catch most of them.

"Faster!"

She shouts as you hit the right spot over and over again. You feel her tiny waist in your hand and the fabric of her dress. It sparkles a little in the light. Her ponytail is hanging down on one side and you would have loved to take it into your hand. But she is too far down. Although she is standing, her head is almost resting on the table.

It makes her legs look even longer. And her ass looks like it has the perfect shape.

"Make me cum!"

You felt that she is close, even before she said something. She keeps getting wetter, something you thought was impossible.

"Please!"

Her scream echoes through the room and you are sure that it could be heard outside as well.

When Karina cums around your cock, she almost falls to the ground. You have to hold onto her tight, as her legs give out. While she orgasms, she feels like a dead weight in your arms.

You slowly let her down, her knees now on the floor, while she is bend over the coffee table.

Kneeling behind her, you start moving again, as you begin to chase your own orgasm.

"I can't."

Her breathless whisper is barely audible, as the sound of your skin hitting hers grows in volume.

You see her cheek pressed against the wooden surface and you take your opportunity to grab her ponytail.

Karina's head is lifted up by her hair, as you keep fucking her hard from behind.

You realize that you are the only thing that keeps her in this position. Without you, she would just fall off the table.

"So good."

Karina keeps moaning weakly, as you keep fucking her into the table. You see her makeup, which is all smeared from the sweat that is building on her face.

You feel her tightening around you, as she cums again. It's just a small orgasm, more like a weak aftershock. But it still makes you almost trip over the edge. The way her pussy pulsates around you. As if she is begging you to finally cum in her.

When you hear voices from outside, you remember that you haven't locked the door. Karina covers her mouth with her hand, as she hears them too.

"Hurry up. Inside."

She whispers, as she looks over her shoulder at you.

"Fill me up."

You grab her hips harder, ready to cum inside of Karina.

From the outside, you hear Ahin's voice coming closer.

With one last thrust, you stay buried inside of Karina. Your cum fills her pussy and she moans quietly into her hand.

Although the voices seem to be right in front of the door, you don't want to pull out. You don't want to leave Karina's warm and wet snatch. But you have to eventually.

Slowly retreating, you see some of your cum pour out of her pussy. Karina reaches behind her and scoops it up, while she is trying to pull her thong back up with her other hand.

You stand up and get dressed as well.

Looking towards her, you see that Karina still has some smeared makeup on and her ponytail looks a little messy, but apart from that she looks fine.

You help her up, as she is still a little weak on her knees and walk her to one of the makeup tables.

As the door opens you walk back to the couch, sitting down on it, while picking up the sushi pice that started it all.

You see two of the staff members coming in and greeting Karina, before they bow to you.

Standing up, you see Ahin's surprised look as she walks inside too.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?"

"I gave a Karina a ride."

You see her blushing through the mirror. It has more than one meaning for her.

Ahin looks at you and then at Karina. It seems like she is slowly figuring out what just happened.

Checking your watch, you realize that your jet will take off soon.

"I have to go now. Please continue with your work."

You walk outside and a second later, you feel someone grabbing your arm.

Looking behind you, you see Ahin. Somehow her face looks weird. She seems angry and sad at the same time.

"I need to talk to you."

"I'm sorry Ahin, but I have a flight to catch."

You give her a quick hug. When you pull back you still see that weird look on her face.

Is she jealous?

You wonder why. It's not like the two of you are in a relationship. You didn't even know her a week ago.

Her look still manages to make you feel a little guilty.

"We can talk, when I'm back in a week."

"A week?"

She looks at you disappointed.

"See you then."

You smile at her, trying to lift her mood.

"Fine. Have a safe trip."

Only then she let's go of your arm.

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same anon that asked about if you did DN requests - just in case you still do... maybe can I have Light x L (platonic), with a sentence start of... "Oh? I thought you weren't ticklish?" (its supposed to be a sarcastic remark from either L or Light since it suits their personality.) my birthday is in like 18 days, really trying to fish for amazing fics ~! thank u, no pressure :)

{Puffs are now CLOSED!}

Ahh YEAH!! First of all: Happy Birthday, anon! (I also got your follow up ask- thank you so much for the kind words! <3) My first Death Note debut!!! I'm so excited- I had fun with this one! :D I hope you like it!

“Light. Are you ticklish?” The question was completely out of nowhere- cutting through the silence of the office. It must have been around 2 am by now; otherwise known as “the witching hour” where L asked obscure questions without fail. Yesterday was about his opinion on oranges vs tangerines. Tonight, this.

“Why do you want to know?” Was this a test to see if he were kira? He had to tread carefully.

“I read a study recently where out of 84 college students surveyed, 32% of them enjoy being tickled. The remaining 68% were either neutral or hated it.” L’s eyes bored into him, making Light lean back some. “You’re a college student. I’m curious to see where you fall within those statistics.”

Odd. But that was L’s trademark nature. “I suppose I’m indifferent about it? Granted, I’m not ticklish, so I couldn’t give you a definite answer.” L’s forehead furrowed, the closest thing to raising a brow given he barely had any. “What?”

“I don’t believe you.” So blunt!

“Well, I’m not asking for your faith in that.” Light rolled his eyes as he turned back to his computer. Sure, it may have stun a little; likely due to the late hour-

A jab to the ribs made him jerk back, scooting as far as the chains allowed. L blinked at him slowly. “Oh? I thought you weren’t ticklish?”

“I-I thought I wasn’t?” Damn him! How dare he- “Cut that out!”

“You are ticklish. Good, this is beneficial. Now- where would you say you fall in the stats?” L pulled him closer, one hand gripping Light’s chair while the other carried on squeezing the brunette’s side. “Are you enjoying this? Hating it? Neutral? Your opinion would be very useful.”

“Whahahhat- whehehe’re not coohohonduuhuhucting a stuhuhudy! Aheahhaaha, Ryuzahahaki!” Light scooted as far back into the chair as he could, kicking L’s own to put distance between them. It did nothing- why was this guy so strong? “Coohohme ohohohn, thihihis is sohohohoho stuhuuhpid!”

“Hmm, you say that, but you’re not fighting back, nor are you asking me to stop.” L tilted his head curiously as he scooted closer, smiling at the sight. “I’m starting to suspect you might be enjoying this.”

Instead of dignifying that with a response, Light chose violence. 

With a tug of the chain, he twisted as hard as he could. The momentum sent their chairs tipping, both men yelping in surprise. They crashed to the ground unceremoniously, groaning.

And thus concluded another night of L’s witching hour.

[mrs-gucci]

Fireside

{ clyde logan x female reader }

anon

A fun sexy bonfire would be fun, maybe with some exhibitionism thrown in? With Flip or Clyde or anyone you think please! :D

warnings. SMUT (18+ ONLY), slight exhibitionism (high risk of being caught), oral sex (m recieving), light dirty talk, cum in mouth.

word count: 1.19k

★ written for sextember 2023 ★

** CLICKING “KEEP READING” MEANS YOU UNDERSTAND & ACKNOWLEDGE ALL OF THE WARNINGS LISTED ABOVE AND ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOUR CONTENT CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. MINORS DNI. **

collage by me :)

When Jimmy and Mellie extended an invitation to you for the Logan family annual camping trip, you were honored. You and Clyde have only been dating for about four months, but everyone agrees that you two have something really special.

So when the day rolls around, you and Clyde pack up the car and drive up to the campsite. Everyone's already there when you arrive, considering you two got a bit of a late start due to...special circumstances, aka you two being unable to keep your hands off each other.

Clyde insists on setting up the tent while you sit with the family and start getting to know everyone. It's immediately clear that you fit right in with everyone and soon enough, you've got some hot apple cider in-hand and you're cracking jokes with the group.

Soon the sky turns from blue to orange and the Logan boys begin building the campfire while everyone else gets things ready for dinner. Once it's cooked, the lively conversation continues well into the night, with plenty of laughs and stories shared between everyone.

Most of the family ends up back in their tents by ten, but you, Clyde, Jimmy and Mellie continue chatting for a bit longer. For some reason, you're starting to get really touchy. Because you're looking at Clyde in the yellow glow of the fire and he's just looking so, so handsome...

He looks over at you when he seemingly catches onto your mood, offering you a small but knowing smile. The cool metal on his prosthetic hand comes to rest on your thigh as Mellie and Jimmy start to wind down for the night.

As soon as they're in their tents, you're leaning over and pulling him in for a kiss. He chuckles against your lips, flesh hand resting on the side of your face.

"What's up with ya tonight?" he asks when you pull back slightly to catch your breath. "Don't think I didn't notice your wanderin' eyes. now."

You smile, looking up at him. "I just think you look very handsome this evening."

"Handsome, huh?" His eyebrows raise slightly as he gives you another kiss. "'n that's all that's got you all riled up? You ain't thinkin' about anything else?"

Your smile widens to a not-so-subtle grin.

"I mean, I had a few other thoughts..." you hum, getting up and climbing onto his lap. "Like what we did this morning."

Clyde hums, his hand resting on your hip, stroking your clothed skin gently.

"Oh yeah? What've ya been thinkin' about in particular?"

You kiss him deeply, then let your lips fall to his jaw, then his neck and throat, mouthing and nipping gently along the way.

"Thought about how good your mouth felt on me, how fucking good you are at eating my pussy," you hum. "Aaaand I thought about how lucky I am that I'm the only one who gets to take your big, thick dick inside of me. Mm, and finally, I thought about how I never got to repay you for making me feel so good."

He lets out a shaky breath as you slide down onto your knees in front of him, hands smoothing over his thighs. Clyde looks around at the tents, then back down at you.

"Honey, I dunno if we s-should..."

You lean in and press a very gentle kiss to the forming bulge around his crotch, your warm breath wafting over his crotch. "I mean, I can stop if you want me to. But everyone's asleep, baby, and you know I can make it quick."

His nostrils flare and his jaw clenches slightly as he tries to keep himself mostly composed. He brings his hand around to cradle the back of your head, gently pushing you down, indicating that he'd like you to continue.

Your lips turn up in a small smirk as your hands make quick work of his pants, pushing them down enough to be able to pull his length out.

The air is starting to get a bit chilly, but the fire crackling behind you helps. You hum, wrapping your lips around his tip, teasing his head before sinking down further and beginning to suck him off. Clyde grunts softly, hips rocking up instinctively and fingers tightening slightly in your hair.

"Mmm, Christ," he groans quietly, looking down at you as you bob up and down on him. "Lookit you, my p-pretty girl, mm, makin' me feel fuckin' amazing..."

You smile around him, then begin to go a bit faster, earning you a low groan from above, which only spurs you on more. Clyde's having a very hard time keeping quiet and finds himself looking around every time he makes a noise, making sure he didn't clue any of his family in to what's going on.

There's something so nerve-wracking but incredibly thrilling about this, getting a blowjob out in the open, with some of his family members sleeping only a few hundred yards away. Luckily, deep sleeping runs in the Logan family, so he's pretty confident that no one will catch you two.

And there's also the fact that he's incredibly, incredibly close to orgasm and it's only been a couple minutes. You just really know how to push all the right buttons.

"Oh honey, i-if you keep this up, I ain't gonna last much longer," he breathes. "Mm, you're too fuckin' good at this."

You pull off for a second and replace your mouth with your hand, looking up at him as you briefly catch your breath.

"You can move, baby," you breathe. "Use my mouth, I want you to cum."

Clyde growls softly and holds your head firmly in place as his hips begin to thrust up into your mouth. He loves when you let him take control, he loves that you trust him enough to let him do this.

"I'm gonna cum," he says quickly, breathing heavily through his nose, lips pursed as he frantically pushes you down and thrusts up at the same time. "Ohhhh I'm gonna cu--"

His orgasm suddenly hits and he lets out a long, low groan, hips jerking slightly with each spurt of cum. He makes sure you take every last drop you've earned from him before letting you go, leaning back in his chair to catch his breath for a moment.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and catch your breath before standing up again. Clyde quickly tucks himself away, then pulls you onto his lap again, kissing you deeply, sighing at the taste of his cum lingering in your mouth.

"Fuck, darlin', you're incredible," he says in between kisses. "I...I love ya."

Your eyes widen and you pull back, looking down at him. That's the first time he's ever said it to you. You smile widely, then take his face in your hands, thumb swiping across his cheekbone.

"I love you too Clyde."

He grins from ear to ear, then kisses you again, continuing to do so for a few minutes before the two of you put out the fire and head back to your tent.

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[oneirataxia-haechan]

Call D C

Taeyong and Ten come over for cuddles when you’ve had a rough day.

Pairing: Taeyong x Ten x reader

Word count: 768 words

Genre: Fluff

Out of all the members if you ever needed anything from advice to company for dinner, you knew who to call. Taeyong or Ten. They both always answered your calls if they could, and if not they’d make sure to text to ensure all was okay. Tonight you were having a particularly hard night. You had had an emotional day, making for an emotional night, as well as some lovely insomnia. It was late and you didn’t expect an answer but you tried them anyways. First was Ten. He didn’t answer which you figured due to their busy schedules. You tried Taeyong this time, not very hopeful for an answer.

“Well good evening.” You heard a groggy voice say, it continued. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m really sorry to be calling this late but I can’t sleep.”

He noticed your puffy red eyes and knew you probably went back and forth on wanting to call him. He thought for a second, still sleepy.

“Give me a few and I’ll be right over.”

Before you could disagree and say you just wanted to talk, Taeyong hung up. Your phone began to ring and you answered it before you could even read the name, thinking he hung up on accident.

“Hello sweets.” This voice was definitely softer than the previous sleepy speech.

Noticing your face, just like Taeyong, he began again before you could.

“I had a feeling there was a reason I couldn’t sleep. I’ll clean up my work and head over.”

“Ten no, I’m okay, I just wanted to talk.” You pleaded, not needing them both to mess up their schedules just for you.

“Hmmmm…. I’m not sure I believe that.” He said giggling, trying to make you feel a little more lighthearted. “I’ll see you shortly.”

Now both were on their ways to you, and you really just wanted to talk to them. You decided to text Ten to tell him that Taeyong was already on his way. He answered back with, ‘not if i beat him there!’ All you could say was ‘fine.’ Both of them are determined and won’t let you say no to their no invitation visit. You accepted your fate and just waited.

While waiting you went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. Then you heard a light knock. You were slightly curious who got here fastest. Opening the door you saw the sweet warm smile of Ten. He really wasn’t lying when he said he was going to beat Taeyong here. You both ended up in the kitchen waiting for Taeyong. He arrived maybe 5 minutes after Ten and was surprised to see someone else with you when you let him inside.

“I tried to tell both of you no but neither of you listened so now both of you are here.”

They both laughed, pulling you into a big hug in between them.

“Weirdos.” You said while being squished, then getting room to breathe again. You took in a dramatic deep breath like you were dying for some air. They both gave you the same annoyed ‘for real?’ look as you giggled. You were already feeling better just being with them. Taeyong then took off his shoes and went straight for the bedroom. He was still tired since you woke him up in the middle of his nice sleep, again you tried to tell him no. You could hear him fall down onto the bed in the silence surrounding you. Ten began to make some hot tea thinking this may help some. It felt like it took no time at all to make and you and him were drinking tea and talking about your days. You shed a few tears talking about yours, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to him. Exhaustion and the calming tea finally caught up to you and you were getting tired. Making your way to the bedroom, he followed tirelessly behind you. You giggled as you stood at the end of your bed seeing Taeyong cuddled up with your blanket.

“He really is cute when he’s not being annoying, right?” Ten started laughing lightly then continued. “You know I’m right y/n.” You answered with a smile. You both decided to climb into bed trying not to wake Taeyong up. Luckily he was on the side of your bed so you laid next to him, in the middle. Ten wrapped his arm around your waist and snuggled his head in the crease of your neck.

“Thank you again.” You said sleepily.

All Ten could do in response was smile into your neck.

[superprofesh]

My lovely readers, due to unfortunate circumstances (a headache), Part 6 (the final one!) will not be ready tonight as I had planned. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, and I promise it will be done in time to be published tomorrow night :) Since it's the big finale, I can promise some really good content, so hopefully it will be worth the wait!!

In the meantime, please enjoy a little snippet from Part 6 and let me know what you think might happen! :D

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Colt squeezes his eyes shut once he’s finished reading the letter, fighting the urge to crumple the piece of paper into a ball. How could you have been so stupid? his inner monologue chides him. How could you not have recognized unconditional love when it was staring you in the face?

The memory of your touch hits him like a knockout punch. Suddenly, every moment the two of you have shared comes back to him in excruciating detail. Smudging paint on each other’s faces. Walking you back to your hotel room. Flirting with you at the club. The look in your eyes when you ran to him after the train stunt. Your hands on his face, in his hair.

Setting his jaw, Colt glances at his watch. 7:42 AM. If he can figure out where you’re leaving from, he can catch you in time. There are a lot of things he needs to say before it’s too late, and now, for the first time, he’s ready to say them.

He folds the paper, tucks it into his pocket, and starts running.

[puckpocketed]

Many people are saying yak made the sens roster and if that is true I’m very happy and proud of him :)

hello!! scuttling out to check... here are the recent camp cuts. way way way more thoughts under the cut :3

there are many in the qrts saying these camp cuts mean he'll be there opening night!! the buzz is: unless we see him get sent down by. tuesday?? then he'll get his 9 games (or less, who knows!). for the rest of the season.... there's this guy from tsn who thinks he'll ultimately get sent back to juniors. i think the going sentiment is he'll go back after his "cup of coffee". but. BUT. who knows right? :)

i know it's super rare that d-men make it to the nhl right after being drafted. the point has and will be made over and over again: even the league's best dmen in q.hughes and c.makar both had a stint in college after their drafts. for whatever reason, it is generally understood that d-men take a little longer to cook <3 so i think we should be happy whatever happens. if he gets sent down tomorrow, after 1 game, after 9 games, we should be super excited he made it so far!! like, lets not forget, he literally JUST got here after playing against teenagers in juniors.

i was heartened to hear Travis Green in this availability (timestamped, my transcript below):

Q: Carter Yakemchuk playing alongside Jake Sanderson tonight; what did you like about that pairing? TG: Yeah i thought Carter looked, at the beginning of the game, like it was a little quick for him, but by the end he looked like he adjusted and he was fine. And, you know he's kind of - that's kind of been the story of his training camp so far. He's, you know, his first time on the ice, he kind of isn't up to speed - and rightfully so - but he's a quick learner, and he did it again tonight. He looked a little behind to start and then all of a sudden he looked like he figured out the pace is a little higher and it'll take another jump as we get into regular season, too.

this was from uhhh 3? 4 days ago?? anyway. um. i was trying not to read too too much into this interview snippet and that text i emphasised but <3 i was hoping to see this !! very excited for him !! and honestly it's awesome to hear how well he's keeping up and adapting to things as they come. so. lets see if he can kick it the whole season. crazy things could happen !! im not optimistic but i WILL be happy if he does stick around beyond his 9 games!!

Most important here is thinking about what's best for his development. for fun, lets say he does do super well, to the point that the Sens have to consider keeping him beyond his 9 games. two arguments i've seen laid out by other people regarding other players + Yak himself, plus a side of some of my own thoughts:

(1) How much more can he do in juniors?

If he's getting top minutes in the WHL but absolutely smoking children, what is he learning? "juniors habits" are the most damning things you'll hear about a player - implying their game lacks a level of pace, maturity, whatever - an absolutely dreaded insult to hear about your favourite guys. the idea is we don't want him picking up "juniors habits" such as trying to do too much with the puck (a bit too late for this one!! he loves to dangle!!!), poor/lazy defense, relying too much on a size/speed/strength advantage which you might have in juniors due to age and body development but NOT in the NHL.

you have the "iron sharpens iron" philosophy, there's the argument that if he can handle NHL competition at all and can work his way up to more trust from his coaches, why not keep him where he can hone his skills against people that challenge him?

(2) What does it do to have him in the NHL?

So on the other hand, if he's getting bottom pair minutes in the NHL with limited responsibility, which he likely will given he's 18, what is he learning? What does the Senators blue line look like right now? Who is he replacing? Who can he supplant in the depth chart?? He could otherwise be playing in the WHL and getting high minutes, lots of puck touches to grow his confidence, space to experiment and grow his game in terms of defensive details, skating, vision, etc.

Additionally, the Calgary Hitmen may be pushing for a playoffs spot this season. They have a fair amount of returnees who are "veterans" (<- DERANGED thing to call 18-year-olds but . WHATEVER!!! shaking my fist at juniors hockey) (including Sharks prospect Carson Wetsch who was just given the C!!!!!), and several players who could potentially have monster years after performing well last season. The roster is looking strong on paper and will only get stronger with Yak back in the lineup. Given all of this, why not have him in juniors getting some of that oh so valued "playoffs experience" rather than playing like 10-12 mins a night on the Sens.

(3) secret third thing

per this article, the NCAA is about to vote on something huge!! a proposal that would implement emergency legislation to allow major juniors players to play college hockey. the vote is speculated to be in order to "head off legal challenges" - there've been antitrust accusations and class action lawsuits brewing for a hot minute now between major junior players and the NCAA!

what does this mean for Yak? well. that's a pipe dream of an option for players who are sorta stuck between juniors and the NHL - too good for one, but not quite getting what they need from the other - and they can't go to the AHL due to that stupid as FUCK agreement stating that CHL draftees can't play for an AHL team until they've got 4 seasons of junior hockey OR they turn 20 by some cut off date...!

College hockey levels of competition keep getting better - like we are seeing so many high draft picks go play a year or two of college - and the challenge would be higher just by sheer fact of grown men playing in the NCAA (18-25 year olds). We don't know how quickly the rule changes would be implemented IF they even agree to do it. but. you know. secret third option is to see if Yak can go play college hockey <- I have to stress that this is the one i think is Least likely, and more of a crackpot theory on my part. honestly i just wanted an excuse to shit on the CHL agreement and the NCAA for gatekeeping college hockey from major juniors players (GET THEIR ASSES!!!)

FORGOT TO PASTE MY CONCLUSION:

IN CONCLUSION LETS BE HAPPY NO MATTER WHAT BECAUSE HE BLASTED ALL HIS HATERS THIS PRESEASON MWAH MWAH TY FOR VISITING CC <33

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hi Kat, I think this will be my first request for you ever! 😁

So for the Injury prompts I'm thinking number 6 with the dialogues 14 and 20.

Also could the reader be the one taking care of Levi after a pretty nasty expedition? Looking forward to your creation! ❤️

is it really?! :D i've also sucked at doing the actual scenario/hc requests in general so :'D listen school sucked and now im trying to pump out this fic and-

send me some injury prompts! :3

➼ prompt #6: staying the night in case they need your help, being asked to sleep on the bed instead of the couch/floor ➼ dialogue #14: "I... thought I lost you..." ➼ dialogue #20: "Don't even try to get up" || "Watch me!" *stumbles and falls on the ground*

✧ word count ➼ 800+ ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, levi being stubborn, reader and levi being awkward in their relationship, not proofread ✧ warnings: mentions of injury

In a rare turn of events, you found yourself walking an injured Levi back to his apartment instead of the other way around. You were used to losing comrades after expeditions. Being in the Scouts basically meant being sentenced to death. You knew this, yet you still joined, and let yourself get attached.

You were silent as you helped a limping Levi get home. He had a close call—too close—with a thunder spear and found himself thrown several yards through the forest. He was okay, but was definitely beat up and needed stitching in the few places that did get torn up due to the shrapnel from the spear.

Now that he had gotten the stitching done, he just found himself in a lot of pain. You helped him through the door and sat him down on the couch in his living room, the silence unbroken.

"Could you look at me?" Levi asked quietly.

You slowly turned towards him at looked at him with an unamused expression.

"What the hell is that look for?" he asked, sounding offended.

You averted your gaze again, unsure of what to say.

"You haven't said a word on our way here," he spoke, his tone growing bitter. "If you're going to just ignore me, then fuck off and leave."

There was an excessive amount of hostility in his voice.

You responded by suddenly pulling him into a gentle hug, taking extra care to not move him too much so that you didn't cause him any more pain. You buried your face into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry, I just..."

Levi raised his hand and put it on your back to pull you in.

"Just what?" he said softly.

"I...thought I lost you..."

You pulled back from him, your eyes glistening from the tears that were threatening to build up. You were devastated when you heard the explosion and saw him get thrown through the air. You held the sides of his face as your eyes glanced at the scratches that had assaulted his face.

You gently pressed your lips against his, focusing on the feeling of his lips pressing against yours to remind yourself that he was still there in front of you.

"Stay with me tonight," he whispered.

You scoffed as you pulled away from him.

"You think I was going to leave your dumb ass on your own after you can barely walk home on your own?"

Your eyes softened as you saw a small pout form on his face at your comment.

"It's late," you said as you started to get up. "Let me grab you some stuff for the night so you can get settled in. Don't move."

"Tch," the pout on Levi's face quickly turned into a disapproving frown as he began to attempt to get up. "I'm not a fucking child."

"Don't even try to get up, Levi Ackermann," you scolded.

"Watch me," Levi grumbled as he pushed himself up before his ribcage screamed in pain and he ended up falling towards the ground.

You knew he was going to fall as soon as he got up, so you quickly ran over to catch him before he made contact with the floor and gently lowered him back onto the couch.

"For someone known to be Humanity's Strongest Soldier™, you sure do make stupid decisions sometimes."

Levi didn't respond and shot a glare in your direction.

"At this rate, I'm going to have to sleep in your room with you just to make sure you don't make any more dumb decisions."

He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Where else were you going to sleep?"

"Couch, probably."

"Like hell you are," Levi said with a scoff.

Although you and Levi had been seeing each other for a few weeks, you have yet to share a bed or even spend the night together. As a result, Levi even implying the act of sleeping in the same bed with you made your cheeks begin to heat up.

"Well," you began to speak as you tried to recover from the blush that was rapidly approaching on your face. "It seems more comfortable than the floor-"

"Are you serious?" Levi asked with an annoyed expression.

"About what?"

"Just get in bed with me, you fucking brat."

He averted his gaze and you noticed that his ears were slightly pink, which brought a subtle smile to your face.

"Don't make me say it again."

"Oh," you finally responded after a while after realizing that spending the night in Levi's bed was not a hypothetical and that he was actually asking you to.

"Tch," he said as he rolled his eyes. "You're such a pain in the ass."

"Says the one that got caught near a rogue thunder spear blast," you retorted.

"A fluke."

"Sure it was."

Levi frowned at you.

"I changed my mind. You're leaving."

He began to point at the door, but you quickly pulled him into another kiss, prompting him to lower his arm as he returned the gesture.

You pulled away and rested your forehead on his before whispering.

"Like hell I am."