#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.

x~x~x

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

[sei-rq]

about that latest oneshot you wrote... how do you think rin will react when he found out that his best friend and his big bro is now a thing? will he actually start crashing out or will he just go "wow you're stupid for falling for my brother"

pt.1

best friend, itoshi rin has noticed some changes in your behaviour as of late, normally he'd just assume it's because of a new show/series/character that you're choosing to obsess over.

but no, this is different, you've been distant, more secretive, less talkative, always looking at your phone, grabbing it the second it beeps with a notification, smiling at your phone more often, and rin— rin is not okay, at all.

because as much as he would never admit it out loud, he misses you, this is so sappy because you're right here, next to him, but at the same time you're not.

he misses your constant chatter about what you did for the day, the constant 'ding' in his pocket coming from his phone due to your daily messages, he misses the occasional late night calls when he's too pent up from soccer to fall asleep, or when you're too stressed about an exam that's due the next day, listening to your whining about how you're sure you'll not make it this time around.

but you always do, because rin is here.

he wouldn't let you slip away, not when he's around.

so, why was he feeling off about all this, you've been closer to him ever since you first came to his house, you come over more often now, the routine goes like this:

dinner, rin dragging you to watch movies, some video games, random talking until he ends up falling asleep and you're gone by the time he wakes up in the morning.

something is off.

and then he starts to have his suspicions, sae has been acting strange, far stranger than you. it's weird because ever since his brother came back from spain, they haven't spoken much.

but everything feels different.

he notices instantly.

ever since sae started to put more effort in his looks, his clothes, he's wearing his hair down more often, he's always in a good mood not that his face says anything different, it's just— he looks happy.

and rin? he'd be glad, because sae has been treating him like he used to, slowly but surely they're going back to their old ways, starting with those popsicles they used to get when they were kids.

this time, rin's luck doesn't play by his side.

you lose.

he looks down at the stick in his hand and then towards his brother, who takes the finished popsicle out his mouth to see the text engraved on the stick.

...

you win.

rin expects sae to scoff at the stupid thing and say how something so insignificant can't judge his luck like he used to do.

but no.

it's there, so, so, so fucking faint, but it's there— a smile on his lips.

"i'm going to put this away, be right back." the older itoshi says as he gets off the couch, leaving rin with his thoughts.

just what has gotten into the people around him?

his question answers itself, when he hears a 'ding' next to him, he grabs it thinking it's his phone, probably something from you, he doesn't have notifications on for people other than his family and you.

it's not his phone.

but he can't be bothered to care because—

you [11:47pm]:

hey, come over today? i got your favourite chocolate and i have practice in a few days so i'll probably be busier, i need my fill of someone stupid til then.

cariño [12:29 pm]:

hii

i think i can!!

i'll ask rinnie if he can hangout tonight then >:D

also bribing me with chocolate isn't fair <\\3

you [12:36 pm]:

i simply made a request with no ulterior motives.

spoiling my partner is seen as a crime these days?? how bad has society gotten.

cariño [12:40 pm]:

suree, keep telling yourself that..!

see you tonight, I love you <33

...

he shuts the phone off as soon as he hears sae's footsteps coming back to the room.

and before he knows it, he's back in his room, the door locked and his ears hot and ringing. he grabs a pillow off his bed, tossing it to the picture he has of him and sae on his desk, which is childish but rin's vision is blurry and his eyes feel hot.

it's not fair, not fair, not fucking fair.

his chest hurts, physically hurts. it feels awful and he feels nauseous and his head is ringing loudly.

why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why?—

he knows, it's you. not that the stupid nickname sae has saved you as gives it away, that's far from it. it's not even the profile picture, you under soft white sheets where only the upper part of your face is apparent, eyes closed as though it's the safest place on earth, with not a care about anything else but your slumber. and the worst part is, he recognises the background, the bed, the sheets.

and it's not even the familiar texting style. it's the pet name that you've insisted on calling him since you've been friends. rinnie, the name he hates so much but doesn't comment on because he likes hearing you say his name. he recognises you instantly.

why the fuck does itoshi sae get everything? does he not have enough of his own things? why is he stealing away the one thing rin had kept to himself, the one thing rin had allowed himself to be selfish over. it's not fucking fair— why his best friend?

he was planning on taking it slow, he thought he had finally found someone that understood him, someone that he could trust with ease and he doesn't do feelings, but he was willing to try, so why?

why now? when he has realised his own feelings? when he was planning on asking you out? right after he finished with blue lock and the u20 match, when he was waiting for the perfect day to finally have you? to make you his?

and if it isn't already enough, his phone buzzes on his desk.

and the universe mocks his existence.

stupid owl [12:40 pm]:

rinnieee.

can I come overrr :000

stupid owl [12:47 pm]:

rinrin?

rinniepoo

loml, star of my eyes rinrin !!

we can even watch that new thriller that came out recently !?

stupid owl [12: 55 pm]:

rin? you good? you're not even 'seen' zoning me like you normally do, woah! :((

...

okay, if itoshi sae wants to play like that, so fucking be it. rin isn't a kid anymore, he can be mature about this— and by mature he means..

you [1:00 pm]:

sure.

why don't you stay the night?

[heartsforrain00]

milf!reader x babysitter!suguru geto.

warnings: reader and suguru have an eight year age gap, reader is in her mid-thirties, and suguru is in mid to late twenties, reader is a poc, reader in this fanfic goes by female pronouns, reader has two kids/twins, reader is a head nurse, suguru's a pervert, p in v, bdsm, breath play, breeding, creampies, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, fingering, oral(both), edging, hints of stalking, suguru makes you squirt for the first time.

a’s note; almost 375 follower special❕

babysitter!suguru who made sure he was on time when you requested his babysitting services, he was extra early.

babysitter!suguru who quickly got your kids to like him and noticed how your kids’ father wasn’t in their lives.

babysitter!suguru who noticed how gorgeous you looked in that red dress. though his eyes darkened when he heard that you were going on a date.

babysitter!suguru’s whose tone changed when wishing you a goodbye and come home safe. he was definitely jealous, a hot mom like you going out with guys who’ll probably dump you once finding out you have kids.

babysitter!suguru who cooked for your kids and fed them dessert, even got them to sleep on time.

babysitter!suguru who comforted your kids when they woke up due to a nightmare and waited until you came back.

babysitter!suguru who happened to notice how late it was when you came back home, and also happened to realize that the man who was taking you out was none other than Toji Fushiguro.

babysitter!suguru who asks about all the details from your date, making sure to note every little fucking thing Toji did right and Toji did wrong down in his head.

babysitter!suguru who gladly accepts a job offer to babysit anytime you have to work overnight at the hospital.

babysitter!suguru who is happy to find out your kids love him and don’t want him to be replaced. he also has the thought of you and toji still going out which makes his eye twitch.

babysitter!suguru who tells you to relax and not worry when you start panicking that toji hasn’t texted you back since your date which was almost a week ago.

babysitter!suguru who reassures you and takes you out on a date himself to make you forget about Toji’s idiot ass for ghosting you.

babysitter!suguru who ends up making sure Shoko can watch your kids and ends up taking you back to his place.

babysitter!suguru who plans to fuck your brains out as he undresses you, barely making it into the house before he’s all over you.

he’s on you before you can even process what’s happening. he’s kissing on you, anywhere he can. mumbling about how good you look in that dress and how you’ll look even better naked and covered in HIS hickeys. “Fuck, you look so fucking good pretty girl—I wonder how good you’ll taste.” He muttered, gripping your hips as he takes you to his room.

he drops you onto the bed and unbuttons his shirt, then took of his pants, he was barely finished getting undressed before he pounced on you once again. he was DESPERATE for you and it was visible that he was. you two made out for at least a good ten minutes before he finally took off all of his clothes and made you get undressed too.

suguru who made sure to have you scream his name tonight, he wasn't worried about the complaints he'd get from the neighbors. he wanted the whole neighborhood to know his name, and to know who was screaming it. he basically already knew all your sensitive spots due to him being a little stalker and he saw you fingering yourself when he was supposed to be coming to tell you that he was leaving and your kids were sound asleep. did he end up jerking off until you finished? yes.

he who fingered you to prep you, using two fingers at first, seeing you hiding your moans only made him increase the speed of his fingers and add another one. he kisses you through each thrust, and the three orgasms he takes from you. he finally finished prepping you and gives himself a few lazy strokes to make himself harder. even though he already was due to how gorgeous you looked, moaning and screaming his name when he prepped you.

“sugu—,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence when he thrust two fingers into you. “Yes, pretty girl?” he was bullying your poor pussy at this point. It feels like you’re twenty again with how much he’s fingering you—you actually never knew you were this tight.

“Please,” you murmur, grasping his wrist that was on your waist. he was still thrusting his fingers inside of you, not stopping, he wanted you to become a moaning, panting mess before he stopped. “please what, pretty?” he says, shifting as he pulls you closer to him.

“please.. i want you.” you say between moans attempting to get him to give you what you want. he wasn’t going to give it to you anytime soon unless you begged for it. “Aw, what do you want from me, pretty?” he says with that stupid ass grin plastered on his face. he knew what he was doing and he knew what made you sensitive, and he was doing it on purpose. “need you to fuck me.” you let out a moan—grasping his wrist as a plea for him to stop teasing and actually fuck you.

who knew you could easily be pleased by someone younger than you? you've never tried it out before so Suguru's your first. and GODDAMN does he fuck good. He's giving himself some lazy strokes as he finally stops teasing and eases into you. he let out soft pants and groans—this is just the beginning of how vocal he is.

as he eases into you, his hands grasping your hips. “does it feel good, pretty?” he questioned you as he allowed you to adjust if you needed to before he began to thrust into you. “Fuckkkk—you feel so good, pretty..” he lets out a shuddered groan as he slowly thrusted into you to be gentle—being this ‘gentle’ act wasn’t going to last long. he began thrusting into you—harder, deeper, hitting that spot inside you that made you cry out. hearing you cry out like that made him almost fucking cum inside you, though he wouldn’t since he hasn’t asked.

he brings his hand up to grasp your tits, humming as his mouth latches onto one. his other hand occupied with your clit as he rubs it. his thrusts beginning to get sloppier and messier as you progressed, and you? you were getting closer to your orgasm, you’ve never been this close to your climax when having sex before, suguru’s sex just hits differently. he keeps rubbing your clit, muttering about how good you’re being for him and he just needs you to cum on his cock. his rubbing speed increases as you finally squirt—you’re out of breath and completely left in shock but that’s nothing to worry about right now. “Suguru, please, cum in me..” you murmured, wrapping your legs around his waist but not tightly.

“Yeah? you want me to give you a nice creampie?” he asked, his hands moving from your clit and one tit to your waist as he begins thrusting into you a lot faster than he originally was just now, you might think he’s inhuman. your screams mixed with his occasional grunts mixed with the sound of skin to skin. “Fuck yeahhh—take this fucking dick.” he grunted into your ear. “you gonna cum? cum on this fucking dick.” you let out a shuddered scream as you two came in sync.

“Fuck, I’ve never cum like that before..” you mutter, sitting up as he stands up and walks to the bathroom. “I’ll set up a bath for us, and I’m glad I’m the first to make you cum and squirt in under five minutes.” he says as he turns on the water. “I’ll treat you to some dessert while you relax too.” he says, approaching you and leaving a kiss on your temple as he allows you to go to the bathroom while he went to go get you something to snack on.

turns out, younger guys do it best for some MILFS. Especially if it’s the Suguru Geto. <3

Yall I really did my big one on this, it’s been sitting in my drafts for three months(since February)🥲

[birdyisthewordyy]

hihihiil!!! I'm kinda nervous bc this is my first time asking for something, but I enjoy your work so much, and I was wondering if you could do something with Daisuke and nighttime nurse reader? Basically, the reader is almost never seen during the day due to them taking over Anya's job at night so Anya can get rest, and Daisuke sneaks out at night to the health roonm because he just wants to try to get to know the reader :]

and if you want to add this maybe the reader acts like Daisuke but a little sleepier? I wonder how it would play out :D if you don't wanna add this part it's okay!!

have a goodnight, evening, or day! don't stress yourself! ♡

a/n: HELLO ANON! Im finally getting to these requests that are buried in my inbox and this is sooooo cuteeee:) i love this idea

Daisuke x nighttime nurse! Reader

Daisuke was interested in you from the start

He was naturally an early bird, so sometimes he’d catch glances of you

You’d always be super sleepy from working all night though

He wanted to see the real you

So he makes plans to stay up as late as he can

And it works!!

At about 1 A.M. you’re giving Curly his pills and he comes up behind you

“So watcha doin?”

You jump

“Nothing, just giving curly his meds.”

He ends up pulling you away to talk

Talks about his life and his family while you listen

He asks a lot about you too though

When you end up going on a little bit of a rant about someone you disliked he felt his heart flutter

You were cute when you were mad

You were cute all the time

Eventually when you cool down he scoots closer to you

“Hey (Name), there’s a reason I wanted you to come talk with me tonight.”

“Oh yeah? What’s—“

He cuts you off mid sentence with a peck on the cheek

You look surprised but smile all the same

And then its your turn to surprise him with a long kiss on the lips

After you pull away you yawn

“Well, I’m tired. See you later, Daisuke.”

“…see you”

He’s head over heels after that

[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.

[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."

[tbhk-twt-events]

Kamome Monster Nursery S1 Pt. 1

October 17th, 2020 -> October 31st, 2020

Translations and images from the Jibaku-Shounen Hanako-Kun Wiki page and AidaIro's Twitter. These translations in particular were done by @mokketastic on Twitter!

Part 1 | Part 2

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October 17th

Narrator:

"This is a fun paradise for monster eggs, aptly named Kamome Monster Nursery! The researchers strive hard day and night to raise monsters. From today, you are the nursery's HR manager, so do support the researchers. All for the sake of raising fine monsters for Halloween–!"

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"Good evening, manager, and welcome to Kamome Monster Nursery. I am Researcher S, and will be your assistant. Pleasure to meet you. This may be a little sudden, but this year's eggs and researchers will be introduced starting tomorrow, so please use this as a reference for business matters from now on. I look forward to the strength of your instincts and your fate."

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October 18th

Researcher S

"Ah, there you are, manager. I look forward to working with you tonight. Well, as I mentioned the other day, let's do the researcher introductions tonight. Now then, the researchers should all be somewhere in the nursery, so…" Nap Room — 40.2% Cafeteria — 18.2% >>> Library — 41.7% 6,382 votes

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Researcher S

"The library, then. It's the pride of our nursery, with a large collection from picture books to research texts. Not only useful for newly-hatched monsters, but also researchers and grown monsters. By the way, the one making a tower of books over there is…"

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Researcher S

"Manager, that is Researcher T. D-don't get too close… please make sure you maintain a certain distance. It's for your own good."

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Researcher S

"Well, Researcher T is a valuable contributor who made a 100 million MP (monster point) profit for our nursery last year, and also the prime culprit behind the closure of Kamome Monster Kindergarten in the year before that. The monster he's raised will surely become the talk of the town. For better or worse, that is."

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Researcher S

"Over here, Manager, before Researcher T notices us. Oh, is it this late already? I must get back to my research, too… Well then, I look forward to working with you again tomorrow."

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October 19th

Researcher S

"Good evening, manager, I have been awaiting you. Where shall we go tonight?" Cafeteria — 43.2% >>>Nap Room — 56.8% 6,534 votes

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"Are you perhaps tired, manager? If so, then let me first show you to the break room. Maybe have some coffee as you take your time to decide today's destination. Oh, that over there is…"

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Researcher S

"Manager, that's a cushion that's now popular in the research institute. It's very comfortable, and popular with the young monsters too. How about having one for your residence as well? It's made-on-order, up to 28 Oct before Halloween, so do decide early."

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Researcher S

"The nap room it is, then. Our nursery does have attached staff dorms, but there are many who are so devoted to their work that they stay overnight, so we try various ways of making the nap room more comfortable. Like the recent introduction of HMM (healing monster music) and such… Well, it looks like someone's sleeping there now, too."

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Researcher S

"Manager, this is Researcher K. He seems to be sleeping, so perhaps it's better not to wake him up. That said, he's by far the most good-natured even among the researchers, so it's not dangerous anyway. His regular data is over here."

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Researcher S

"Due to that good nature, Researcher K hasn't been involved in egg cultivation until now. Until the year before last, it was the trend that the more vicious a monster, the better, you see. But from now on, it's the era of diversity. I also look forward to seeing what kind of things the monster he's raising will do."

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Researcher S

"Manager, manager… Are you okay? You seem very sleepy. Oh, the HMM must be working. Do return for the day and have a good rest. I forgot to place an order for that cushion, so I must go do that now. Well, I look forward to working with you again tomorrow."

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October 20th

Researcher S

"Good evening, manager. You're punctual today too, how excellent. Well then, let me show you to the cafeteria today. Our nursery's cafeteria also puts great effort into developing meals that will be delicious to both monsters and researchers. Have you already had dinner? Coincidentally enough, the researcher I was intending to introduce also seems to be eating BMM (bad monster meal), so how about you also have that together, manager?"

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Researcher S

"Manager, this is Researcher A. He's also the elder twin of Researcher T. They have the same face, but he's very serious, and submits very readable reports as a researcher despite somewhat poor handwriting. His performance is consistent, which also helps. Just between you and me… It seems that the monsters that he's raised often gain a strange dual nature. For the time being, he's a model student. So long as he doesn't take too great of a risk, it's fine."

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Researcher S

"Oh, we seem to have a little extra time today. What shall we do then, manager?" I'm going straight home — 9.7% >>>I want to know more about you — 51.9% I want to meet a grown monster — 38.4% 5,389 votes

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Researcher S

"About me? I am Researcher S, your assistant. Do you need to know more than that? To better perform our duties… ah, I see. What shall I answer, then. About my hobby, you ask? My hobby. Hmm… ……the calculation of profits, perhaps. It's pleasant work."

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Researcher S

"Well, it's about time to end for the day too. Tomorrow, the eggs will finally be introduced, and I will also entrust you with one important task. Do get plenty of rest and nourishment, and let us meet again tomorrow night."

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October 21st

Researcher S

"Good evening, manager. As mentioned yesterday, today will finally be the egg introduction and an important task for you. Without further ado, let me show you to the egg storage room."

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Researcher S

"Please take a look, these three are our monster eggs for this year. I can sense chaos from Egg M, strength from Egg 8, and desperation from Egg 3. Each and every one embodies such great potential, do they not, manager?"

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Researcher S

"…well, let me now give you this very crucial task. Yes. As is traditional, manager, I would like you to assign the staff members who will be in charge of the eggs. The staff in charge of egg cultivation will be the three I have introduced over these few days. So step over here, manager."

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Researcher S

"What do you think, manager? It's the ancient and honorable form of MA (monster amidakuji). Beautiful, isn't it. Well then – with your instincts and fate, manager, please divine the best combination, and decide the assignment of the eggs."

Amidakuji

SECRET Researcher K | Researcher A | Researcher T

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Narrator

★ Decide the assignment of the eggs! ★ (Starting from the egg with the highest votes, it will be assigned to left, centre, and right.) M — 35.4% >>>8 — 46.3% 3 — 18.3% 4,566 votes

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Researcher S

"I see, so that's how you've chosen, manager. And this is how the result has turned out. A combination we couldn't have chosen ourselves – impressive, manager."

8 -> T M -> K 3 -> A

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"Oh, it's gotten late. Time sure flies by. You must be tired after fulfilling such a big role today, manager. Do have a warm rest. I'll contact you at once if any monster is born from the eggs. Let's keep working together to make this a better Halloween."

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October 22nd

Researcher S

"The manager is on leave today. I'd better go check the equipment. Oh, what's this…"

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"……ah, what a nostalgic photograph. I'll show it to the manager one of these days, too."

Original Tweet

October 24th

Researcher S

"Thank you for coming even on such short notice today, manager. I wanted to let you know as soon as possible, you see."

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"Yes, it's as you see, manager. Finally, the hatching of this year's Halloween monster eggs is here. Do come over here, I'll show you to where they are."

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"Here is the monster egg Researcher T was raising. This monster seems to have a strong interest in the outside world. Already reflecting the researcher's personality, perhaps? Her hidden strength is very fascinating, too, isn't it."

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Researcher S

"Here is the monster egg Researcher K was raising. Look at this brightness of its eyes and beauty of form, how uncharacteristic of a monster. So unpredicted, it's amazing."

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Researcher S

"Here is the monster egg Researcher A was raising. Well, how energetic he is. Rather motivated, isn't he. To think that he's menacing us even now, he does have a promising future. I wonder what kind of monster will become."

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Researcher S

"This concludes what I wanted to report, that these 3 monster eggs have safely hatched. Let's keep watching over their growth from now on, too. I look forward to our continued cooperation, manager."

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October 25th

Researcher S

"Good evening, manager. Today, in celebration of the eggs hatching, last year's most outstanding grown monster and MS (monster disaster) countermeasure department manager has come. Everyone, do grow up big and healthy like them."

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"Here's a look at Researcher T caring for the infant. He's always tensely observing the monsters with great interest. How does he plan to stop the crying, I wonder…"

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Researcher S

"Manager, the facility has been half-destroyed. The monster has cheered up now."

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October 26th

Researcher S

"Good evening, manager. Today, do allow this new staff in training accompany you.

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"Yes. Depending on the monster, there's been instances like this where they work at the research institute after growing up. Rest assured. She's a monster of few words, but very bright, and… ……Ah, just do be careful not to step on her tail, that's all."

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Researcher S

"Here's a look at Researcher K caring for the infant. He always pays attention to the monster's condition, and takes great care of them; it gives a good sense of security, doesn't it. What is that bar, though…?"

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"I see, so it's for the monster's strength training. Ah, no thank you, Researcher K. I'll pass."

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October 27th

Researcher S

"Here's a look at Researcher A caring for the infant. He appears rather busy with work. Maybe because he puts great effort into an intellectual upbringing, he seems to be able to raise monsters of the highest intellect, who can read even difficult books."

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"Sometimes, other researchers also help to look after them instead when the researcher-in-charge is very busy."

Original Tweet

Researcher S

"Researcher A seems very busy. Oh, is that… the drawing of him that the monster gave him the other day? Looks like he's displayed it in a place of pride. I'll make sure to tell the monster later, too."

Original Tweet

TO PART 2

[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.

[reidairie]

𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 ⦙ se-mi x fem!reader

summary ⦙ two ex-lovers, missing each other, reunite when one finds the other's hoodie and uses a mutual friend to ask them to come collect it.

warnings ⦙ reader insert , none that i know of!

wrd count ⦙ 1000+

chrcter count ⦙ 5000+

author's note ⦙ should i make this a series? also sorry to everyone who requested, i'll get there eventually. ive been so busy lately, and ive had this in my drafts for a little while now. <3 also this song brought back so much nostalgia i had to bring it into a fanfic! (gacha phase...)

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⦙ yes no

𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⦙ hoodie by hey violet.

as reader stood in the middle of her cluttered room, she felt overwhelmed by the amount of stuff that had accumulated over the years. there were clothes lying around, unused makeup scattered on her dresser, and plenty of fully read books on her desk. determined to bring some order back into her space.

the only reason reader decided to start spring cleaning her room was due to her mum's constant nagging about the state of her messy room. she made her way to her wardrobe. she chucked old and un-fitted clothes to one side. but then she came across something she had completely forgotten about - se-mi's hoodie. she knew she had to return it, but her mind was torn. the voices in her head were telling her to keep it as a reminder of their time together, whispering that it was the right person, but the wrong time. However, reason told her that holding onto the hoodie would only prolong the pain of their breakup. the wound was recent, and reader has had a rough time getting over it, but so has someone else.

they were both torn at the desicion they concluded. but it was the best thing, well thats what they thought at the time.

she decides to slip it onto her delicate body, maybe for the last time ever. maybe in another universe things would work out.

"i slip it on over my shoulders.its something i'll never get over. it makes me feel a little bit closer to you." - hey violet.

you texted your mutual friend, su-bong, who jokingly calls himself thanos. i inform him of the hoodie what was meerly left behind. he says that he will let se-mi know and all i can do now is wait for a reply. i sit on the corner of my bed. you reflect on your past decisions, looking out the window as the rain slowly drips down the glass, creating a soothing rhythm. Feelings of regret begin to bubble up inside you as you ponder the path you both had taken to get to this point. a sudden ping from your phone breaks the silence, and you quickly pick it up, hoping for a distraction from your regrets. the notification indicates a text from thanos. It reads "hey, i just texted se-mi about the hoodie she left. she said she will pick up if shes free tonight. ill keep you updated so you know if she will be coming or not." i reply with a thank you and place my phone beside me on the bed once again, and all of a sudden, the bubbling of regret comes back. the fear of going back in the past hollows over you. the thought of seeing se-mi again made your heart race, but the memory of your breakup added a layer of unease. the rest of the day passed by slowly, as you waited anxiously for se-mi's arrival."

As the hours ticked away; awfully slowly, you found yourself growing more and more nervous. you fidgeted with the hoodie strings, smoothing out wrinkles and checking for any possible stains. when the doorbell finally rang, signalling se-mi's arrival, your heart skipped a beat. you sigh deeply, trying to calm yourself as you walked to the door and opened it. standing in front of you was se-mi, her expression unreadable.

you swallowed back your emotions and managed a polite smile. "hey..." trying to keep your voice steady. an awkward silence hung in the air for a moment, the tension between you palpable "let me just grab the hoodie," you said quietly as you shut the door polietly and run upstairs to your room, grab it and go back down, but, your brother intrupts you. "whos at the door?" he questions, "its a bit late."

"its se-mi" i wave her hoodie in the air, as soon as he understood, he let me be. he nodded and gave you a subtle thumbs up before taking his leave, sensing the need for a private moment between you and se-mi. you were now left alone with her, the silence between you filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

"if you want it back, if you want it back, im here waiting. come and take it back, come and take it back." - hey violet.

she took the hoodie from you, her fingers gently brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. Neither of you spoke for a few moments, the air thick with the weight of the memories that lay between you. finally she looked up at you. searching in your eyes, for something, anything, what was an indication to what you were feeling. you stood there, awkwardly, as she analyzed you. it was as if time has stopped. the clocks stop turning and so didy your future as you watch her leave into the oblivion.

you took in the mess of your room once again. she decide to clean her room. she connected her bluetooth headphones to her phone and turned on her playlist. as she started cleaning, her mum and brother stood in the doorway, observing the scene silently. they exchanged a glance, their expressions filled with concern and surprise. her mum was the first to speak up. "Is she okay?" her mum whispers to her brother. her brother shrugged, his eyes still fixed on his sibling. "i didn't even think she knew how to clean."

" the smell of your colonge is still on it, but you're still gone." - hey violet.

reader groaned as the cheerful notification interrupted her much-needed beauty sleep. she begrudgingly opened the message to find a small glimmer of hope flickered in her heart as she considered the possibility that this could mark the beginning of a new chapter in her life.

"thanks for the hoodie."

A small glimmer of hope flickered in her heart as she considered the possibility that this could mark the beginning of a new chapter in her life.

"your welcome. :)" .......

"im still rocking your hoodie, and chewing on the strings. it makes me think about you, so i wear it when i sleep. i kept the broken zipper, and the cigarrette burns. still rocking your hoodie, baby, even though it hurts." - hey violet

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[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.