#like what do you mean you *can't* learn knitting because you're left handed???????? it just doesn't make any sense to me

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

I only realized like 2 weeks ago that actually the whole concept of being predominantly right OR left handed is very confusing to me. like what do you mean you don't just learn skills with whatever hand or switch when you can't use your usually dominant hand. do people just. not use their left hands when they're right handed. how does this work. I'm so confused.

[stairain]

Desk Pet.

Despite knowing the importance of work, Spencer still can't help but distract you in the worst way possible.

Warnings: Sub Spencer, meanish reader, slight pet play (use of nickname puppy), grinding, leg humping, cumming in pants, begging. // Sorry for disappearing! It will happen again!

WC: 3.0K

You were sitting at your desk in your bedroom, intently staring at your computer screen as you tried to file through your work. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration and you were so deep in thought you didn’t even hear your boyfriend Spencer walk into the room. 

He had been working late, so it was just past midnight. His footsteps were silent as he walked past you towards the bed. But he saw you were engrossed in your work and was going to sneak past you without disturbing you, but a thought popped into his mind and he suddenly couldn’t resist.

Biting your lip, you look down at the papers on the table and start to write something down, oblivious to the way Spencer was sneakily padding over to you with a clear intention in mind. You didn't know what he had planned, but you knew you couldn't afford any distractions right now.

He came up behind you and stood at your left-hand side. Your attention was still focused on the papers in front of you, much to his dismay. He leaned in slowly and kissed the right side of your neck, moving any pieces of hair that got in his way. He then nuzzled his face against your neck, his breathing becoming quick and shallow.

A shudder ran up your spine and your heart almost stopped before you processed what was happening as he snapped you out of your work-induced trance. After the initial shock, your eyebrows knit further in annoyance. You had a lot of things to get done, and he sure wasn't helping, and you knew he knew that.

"Not now, Spence. I'm really really busy, do you think you can give me a few hours?"

You try to sound as sweet as possible, because you knew for a fact that he could not wait a few more hours. He was impatient and needy at the worst times, now being one of them. You tried to ignore the warm feeling of his lips pressing tiny kisses against your neck.

“How about now? I just want a little taste..”

His lust blown eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked at you, with a slight playful smile. His voice sounded low and husky and his eyes burned with arousal. His words had a slight edge of desperation to them and he seemed to have no intention of giving up any time soon.

Breaking your gaze from your work you look at him just long enough that those wide eyes of his almost win you over, but you're quick to get back to writing as you shake your head. The desperation was evident in his voice, but you really had so much to do. You just couldn't afford to stop and give him what he wanted.

"Baby, I told you. I'm really busy, be a good boy and be patient for me, please?"

Spencer had looked like a hurt puppy when you turned away from him, he couldn’t believe you didn’t give in after his first time asking. His face twisted into a sad frown as you wrote on your stupid papers. He sighed again and tried harder to get your attention.

“Just a few minutes, please? Do I really have to wait until later?”

He asked pitifully. The puppy dog eyes and little frown that looked so adorable on his face were working overtime to get you to give in and fuck him already.

With a soft chuckle you look at him and shake your head once more. It was always hard to say no to him, and you rarely did, which is why he always took it so hard.

It was always so endearing how desperate he got when he didn't get what he wanted. You really did want to give him what he wanted, but he was far too spoiled already. He had to learn his lesson sooner or later.

"Spence, baby. Go lay down or read a book until I'm finished, I promise after I'm finished we can do whatever you want, okay? You'll be okay waiting for a bit."

He was determined to make you give in by any means necessary. The slacks he neglected to change out of were growing tighter by the second, heavy cock straining against the already uncomfortable material. He was so hard and needy and he didn’t know what he’d do if you kept this up. 

Spencer leaned in closer to you, and his lips pressed against the side of your neck again. This time he sucked and swirled his wet tongue against it, creating a tingling feeling that spread throughout your body. He looked down at you with a pleading look, trying to make you give into his pleading and begging sooner rather than later.

“Please.. I-I can’t wait an entire night to be with you. I just can’t..” He whined, looking at you pitifully. His tone was almost like he was throwing a tantrum, and at this point he might as well have been.

"Well you're going to have to, if I don't get this finished I'm fucked."

You didn't even spare him the glance, already knowing he was giving you those pouty lips and sad puppy eyes. Maybe it was because you really did need to focus, or because you knew if you looked at him for longer than a second you wouldn't be able to.

His bottom lip curled downwards into a pout and he let out a sigh, before slowly leaning back away from you. He took a step back but his eyes remained glued on you. 

“Okay. Fine. I’ll be a good boy..” He whined again, and pouted.

The dejected tone in his voice sent a pang through your heart, and you couldn't help the way you bit your lip in thought at how to proceed this. You knew you had to work, but you also knew how much he loved being around you. Sighing, you speak your compromise.

"Come here."

You called out in a firm voice, waiting for his presence behind you again.

He seemed a little surprised by your rather blunt word choice, but he obeyed nonetheless and came back over to stand behind you. Plus your tone of voice when you called for him turned him on in an instant. You still had your attention on your work and he knew that, but he liked the small progress he was making. 

“What can I do for you, ma’am?”

He was still in a slightly dejected tone, but he had a glimmer of hope. He craved to hear and feel the passion and desire he knew you had inside of you, and he needed it now. 

"Get on the ground."

You offhandedly said, as if it were nothing more than a passing thought. With your rolling office chair, you pushed yourself back a bit so he had more space. Space to sit underneath your desk like a good pet while you finish your work. He was so desperate for your attention, he'd take anything you offered.

The moment he heard those words his heart dropped into his stomach. He was so desperate to be with you, that even being right at your feet was more than he could ever ask for. He loved when you told him what to do and when to do something. He absolutely adored being ordered around.

Spencer was quick to obey you as he fell to his knees and crawled under the desk, waiting for more orders. His eyes burned with lust as he stared up at you. 

Your eyes flickered down at him once he was settled between your legs, and you widened them the littlest bit more, just to tease him. Without another word, you began typing on your computer, seemingly ignoring him after telling him to kneel at your feet like a dog.

To put it simply, he was desperate to be noticed. He wanted your attention so bad he’d do anything for it. He wanted you to acknowledge him, give him the littlest glance and he’d be happy.

Yet, he still knew better than to bother you right now while you were working after already burning that bridge. So he just looked up at you as you typed away on your computer and waited for a sign from you. His eyes locked with yours that were glued to the screen and he looked at you with a gaze full of adoration and worship. 

But you hadn't even been granted five minutes of peace and quiet before you felt him scooting closer towards you. He seemed to take a liking to your right leg, gravitating towards it and not so subtly opening his own legs to slot your calf between them. You stop typing for a moment, but you don't give the satisfaction of sight.

"Spencer."

Voice low and scolding, you warn him with just the call of his name. You thought you had given him more than enough attention, especially after he had been such a brat and refused to leave you alone. He's lucky you even let him sit under your desk, and now he was taking advantage of it.

His eyes darted forward when he heard your low, scolding voice, as if he had been caught. He looked at you with eyes that were positively spilling faux innocence, like he was expecting to be let off the hook.

“Yes, Ma’am?”

Spencer asked quietly, tilting his head to one side. His expression looked hopeful, like he was expecting more. A part of him was hoping to be rewarded for his behavior. He knew that wasn’t the case, though. You never rewarded misbehavior.

"Watch it."

You warned him once again. The tone in your voice was nothing short of intimidating and serious, and yet it did nothing but turn him on even more. You could feel his arousal throbbing against your ankle as he cozied himself up against your leg. You tried to ignore the weight and heat of his shaft pressing on you, but you were just a woman. 

He rested his chin on your knee, eyes wide and sparkling. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked a little confused as he tried to figure out what he had done wrong so as to deserve your warning. You told him to get on the ground, you never told him he couldn’t use your leg to get himself off. He had no idea he was taking advantage of your kindness, and yet had no problem doing it.

“Watch what?”

The brunet asked innocently. He kept his eyes glued to yours, waiting to see what you were going to do, as if challenging you. The longer he looked up at you, the hornier he got. Taking a deep inhale through your nose and rolling your eyes, you snap at him. 

"I've told you countless times, I need to get my work done. I can't give you what you want."

You reminded him once again, eyes darting everywhere on the desk and yet not one glance underneath it. You had hardly registered the way his hips were slowly rolling down against your leg and how his plush pink lips parted with a soft moan. He was grinding against you like a bitch in heat, barely listening to a word you said at this point. 

He let out a whimper as he pushed the pulsing head of his dick against you without a care in the world. Those wide, adorable brown eyes of his looked so desperate as he continued to look up and try his best as to not be caught by you. You couldn't see it, but you felt his arms hook around your leg for more leverage to hump against you pathetically. 

“I know, I know. I just–can’t wait. It has to be you..” 

Your breath hitched as your breath got caught in your throat. Something about those words he just whimpered out, they were winning you over. You purse your lips with a sigh and look down at the pathetic puppy at your feet. The movements of his hips and crotch had slowed down, but you could tell he was just itching to start again. The way his eyebrows were slightly upturned in the temptation of bliss, and the soft puffs of a whimper leaving his mouth. It was too much, and you were worn weak.

"You have five minutes, if you don't get off by then, you leave this room. Understood?"

Spencer smiled widely when he heard what you agreed to, and he crawled forward more to hug your leg closer to his chest. Pressing his forehead against your knee, he made small, soft whimpering noises as he got to work. 

“Yes, Ma’am. I understand. Five minutes.” 

He recited back to you as coherently as he could, already lost in the feeling of your unmoving ankle colliding so deliciously with his leaking cock. He was staining the insides of his boxers with sticky warm precum, and the wetness made his head spin and his breath shallow.

Turning your attention back to the work at hand and not the bitch at your feet, you shake your head and try your hardest to ignore the way he was practically humping your leg at this point. He was trying his hardest to keep quiet, but it obviously wasn't working. If Spencer was anything, it was vocal when he felt his best. You could feel every stutter of his hips and the way the rest of his body shook when he pressed his arousal harder against the bone of your calf. You'd be lying if you told yourself this wasn't turning you on beyond belief, ignoring him as he used you for his own pleasure.

He pushed himself against your leg some more, but he didn’t push it too far for now. You knew he was about to burst, but he tried so hard to hold it in to enjoy it. He was breathing more heavily as instinctively kissed your knee. His sounds of need became louder with every hump.

“Oh, fuck.” 

He shuddered out, his voice still low and sultry and nothing short of needy. His whole body quivered with the amount of effort he was using to hold on. Not only would it be humiliating to have finished not even thirty seconds after you granted him permission to get himself off, but it would be an utter waste of time. 

As the seconds ticked by and approached his time limit, the push and pull of his lower body was almost maddening. He was rubbing himself so hard against you through his pants, and you secretly hoped he'd be able to finish in five minutes, considering how badly you wanted to see him make a mess without even having to touch him, let alone pay attention to him.

Spencer looked up at you, and he still had four minutes to go before his time was up. He was already out of control, and it was getting harder and harder to hold himself back.

He kept rubbing himself on you and making those low, desperate sounds. He was going to explode soon, and although unlikely, he hoped that you would stop working when those five minutes were up. He hoped you would finally pay attention to him. He was so needy and desperate. He wanted you now. 

While he was having the time of his life grinding against you, it just wasn’t what he really needed. He needed to be buried inside of you, pushing as deep as he possibly can as your cunt sucked him in even further. He needed to have you gushing around him as his elbows gave out on him as he tried his hardest to keep fucking you through his third orgasm. 

But he wasn’t going to get that, not tonight. 

Deciding to try and be nicer to your poor boy, you move one hand away from your work and card it through his soft curls. Running your nails against his scalp, back and forth, as if to imitate the cant of his hips. It almost served as a silent praise, 'what a good job you're doing' you could have said, but you had a demeanor to keep up and a report to write up.

He couldn’t help the pathetic groan that was punched out of him at your touch. You always knew where he loved being touched the most, and you knew it never felt as good when he did it himself. 

“Oh, fuck–please.”

The words left his mouth in a hiss as he pushed himself more against you. His jaw shook and his sounds grew in intensity as his body froze and he squeezed your leg impossibly tighter. It wasn't a moment later that you felt his entire body go rigid against you and his breath caught in his throat in what sounded like a choked sob.

The tightness of Spencer’s pants did nothing to mask his shame as he exploded into the poor stained fabric. His eyes instantly found your face and almost forced you to look right back at him as he finished. His mouth was quivering as pathetic whimpers and moans punched their way out of his throat. Thick spurts of warm cum made their way into his boxers. He had positively soaked the front of his pants, with a minute left to spare.

The moment he finished, he fell flat against you and his hand reached out and grabbed your thigh, clinging onto you like he was dying and you were his lifeline. His head was pressed firmly against your leg and he was still shaking and breathing heavily from his release.

His face was burning red from the strain he just went through. He felt as though he shot out his soul in the process of drenching himself. He had a stupid grin on his face as he looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“Can I stay now?” He asked in a desperate tone, with those same damned puppy dog eyes.

Rolling your eyes, you smile down at him and suck on your teeth. He always knew how to push your buttons and get what he wanted, every single time.

“Fine. But keep those hands to yourself.”

[skzstannie]

"We Fell in Love in October"

SKZ -> Seungmin x reader

This is a song fic inspired by "We Fell in Love in October" by girl in red. Song lyrics are italicized!

genre: fluff cw: none, just Seungmin being a soft boy :) wc: ~900

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"It's been a long week; I've missed my girl." Seungmin's voice echoes through the stairwell, his soft tone travelling to floors below you.

Walking up the stairwell towards the rooftop of your apartment complex is you and Seungmin. It was your turn to pick what to do for date night, and you decided on stargazing, because what's more romantic than laying on a candlelit rooftop while looking at the stars.

You reach the door to the rooftop, and you walk through the opened door, courtesy of Seungmin. It's an absolutely beautiful scene, the night sky scattered with thousands of stars. One seems to stick out to you, looking significantly brighter than the rest, and Seungmin points out that it's a planet, probably Jupiter.

He grabs your hand, leading you over to the plush blanket you set up earlier. Alongside the blanket are numerous throw pillows off your couch and your small Bluetooth speaker. Your things rest in the middle of the roof, a spot void of the nice outdoor furniture that litters the rest of the space. Seungmin compliments your choice of drink for the night, immediately reaching for the chocolate milk upon sitting. He pours it into the mugs sitting beside you guys and hands you one, offering up the bigger mug knowing the beverage is your favorite.

You two sip on your drinks for awhile, and you bask in the comfort that is your boyfriend. You gently grasp Seungmin's arm and pull him down next to you. He stretches his arm out to you, allowing your head a comfortable place to rest.

"If the night sky was my life, you'd be Jupiter," he comments, glancing over at you with a teasing smirk on his face.

"That is entirely too cheesy, but you know I love it," you chuckle back, leaning into him to give a light peck to his cheek. He blushes slightly, and you find it endlessly precious how he still gets flustered from the smallest amounts of affection.

You sit in silence for a few moments, admiring the beauty of the clear night sky. It's a beautiful evening late in November, one of the warmest days you've experienced since the early days of September. You can hear the sounds of cars rushing below, the occasional horns beeping when people become too impatient.

"Ya know, we fell in love in October, which really wasn't that long ago. I don't know how I survived my whole life without knowing you." Seungmin apparently came prepared with the loving compliments tonight, throwing them out left and right.

"You wanna know something else?" you ask, your gaze sweeping over to him. "I can't imagine my future without you either," you counter back.

Having only been dating for around two months, you were both still relatively new to each other. The other's mannerisms were slowly being learned, the vocabulary becoming shared as the days go on. You learn new things about Seungmin everyday, all his cute quirks and habits that you didn't recognize the day before. You do know, however, that you're slowly falling more and more in love everyday.

"It truly is a beautiful night, thank you for setting all this up."

"I've been wanting to do this for awhile, but I wanted to wait until we were a little more comfortable with each other. It's pretty romantic, so I didn't want to scare you away," you explain.

"You know, honestly, I never thought I'd be here, with you. And I don't just mean here on this roof, stargazing, I mean, like, in this relationship at all." You look at him, your eyebrows knitting together. In your mind, it's the other way around. He is perfect in every way imaginable. Way too perfect to settle with someone like yourself, not that you are complaining.

"What do you mean? We clicked right away, I thought," you question.

"I watched you for so long before we talked, admiring [you] from afar. I'd see you walking down the street, thumbing through your favorite book at the coffee shop, at the grocery store. I was always too nervous to talk to you," he confesses, his eyes roaming the sky until they finally meet yours. "I'd always hoped, 'her, that girl right there, she's gonna be my girl one day', but I never had the guts to make the move."

"I never knew that," your voice fades away, thinking back to remember whether you'd ever noticed Seungmin the day before you first met him.

"And now look at us, you're my world, my everything," his arm tightens around you, pulling you in closer.

Your heart bursts with love for the man next to you, enjoying the way he's finally starting to open up to you more. He's had a hard time expressing himself to you, so hearing such heartfelt compliments from him enamors you.

The rest of your night goes exactly how you imagined it- perfect. You know, in your heart, it doesn't matter what you two are doing, this is how it always feels, how it will always feel. You truly complete each other.

"I told you earlier that you'd be my Jupiter in a sky full of stars," he pauses, his face softening. "I take it back, in a sky full of stars, you're my galaxy. You are the stars, the planets, all of it combined. If there's no galaxy, there is only nothingness." You look to him, expecting to see another teasing smirk plastered across his face. However, you notice the way his eyes stare at you with bliss, all signs of teasing seemingly melted from his features since you're earlier conversation. "Yea, I like the sound of that. You're more than the stars in the sky, you're my galaxy, my own personal Milky Way."

[brooke121000]

.• the tortured poets department •.

Spencer Reid x bau!user

part 2 - part 1

fluff, idiots in love, early seasons Spence, awkward romance, eventual smut double

posted on Wattpad and ao3!! Highly recommend checking it out on Wattpad as updates might come faster.

The first case was.. okay. I mean, it went alright. I suppose I was expecting more. Some extreme. A big failure, or a huge win. It just.. went okay. We solved the case alright. It was a simple serial killer case, all female victims. It ended up being the phone guy. 

The next two days of work were.. a learning curve. Hotch gave me insight on how to read a suspects cues in an interrogation, and me and Spencer had several conversations about old film, Greek philosophers, and food, of all things. I wasn't about to say that there was a spark between us, but there was something.

A kinship. An understanding.

When we arrived back at the office late at night, we were all mildly tired. The lights were all off, except for a few desk lamps illuminating the wooden surfaces. Several sighs and groans of relief came from the team as we pooled through the doors. My eyes flickered to the clock, which, to my surprise, still read, in bold red letters- 

6:54

I furrowed my brows, turning back to the team. "Geez, it's so early. Feels like midnight already."

We all migrated to the desk area, sitting in our respective chairs, and I let a little giggle slip when Morgan spun in his at a speed I frankly- did not think was possible. I ran my hands over my face as Elle and Morgan discussed what to do with the hours remaining in the day. "We could go out.." he smirked. 

We all contemplated it, and I plopped down on a chair, tucking my knees close to me. I could feel my heartbeat in my knees. I brushed my hair back, and then wiped under my eyes just in case my mascara was running.

Suddenly, my brain pinged. Shoot. I can't. The essay. I sighed. 

"I wish I could.. I have an essay to write, apparently."

"Hm? I thought you weren't in college?" Elle said, her brows raised with a little smile. The question felt vaguely malicious, but I answered anyway. "I'm not. I have a friend- who's still in college though. She needs an essay on the psychology of armed robberies. Some project, I dunno."

Spencer's brows knitted together. "She wants an.. essay? That's not a casual request.. at all, actually."

I shrugged, acknowledging the glaringly obvious, very true statement. "Well, she's a really good friend of mine.

Morgan's lips parted in surprise. "Wow. Well, go write your essay then, I guess. Nice of you."

I groaned, then threw my head back in frustration. "This.. sucks."

"I could help you."

I turned in confusion, meeting Spencer's voice. "Really? It's.. you don't have to." He shook his head, grabbing his bag close to him as he sat back on the desk. 

"No, it's.. it's no problem. I know a lot on the topic."

I nodded.

"..hey, have you ever used a typewriter?" 

Spencer said with a small smile. 

"I.. haven't. Are you plotting something?"

He let out a small chuckle. "No, no I'm not plotting anything. It's just, if you're going to write an essay, I have a beautiful antique typewriter you'd.. probably enjoy."

I grinned. I wasn't expecting the offer, but gladly accepted it. I tried to ignore how I felt my heart beating faster at the idea of being alone with him. Something told me Spencer wasn't the kind of guy to offer to hang out and write together on a moments notice, but I agreed well enough. 

Me and Spencer awkwardly exchanged numbers, and then turned back to the teams conversation. in the night, our small conversations died down, and my eyelids felt heavier. Spencer had already gone home, and I figured I should probably go home if I wanted to clean my apartment in time. so I said my goodbyes.

As I left the building, my heels clicking on the sidewalk while I looked for my car through the pitch black street, I contemplated why Spencer had made his suggestion. Maybe it was because we had formed some sort of kinship on the case. Maybe he's simply offering to help out a coworker, and I'm totally crazy. I'm not really sure these days.

Later, I figured I should probably call Spencer and make sure he was still coming over. I eyed the phone on my nightstand before I eventually found the courage in myself to pick it up and punch in his number.

I held the phone up to my ear, and waited as the shrill ringing echoed. For a second, I found myself hoping he wouldn't answer.

And then he did.

"Hello.. (y/n)?"

His voice was soft and smooth, like honey pouring straight through my phone speaker. I straightened my posture and cleared my throat. 

"Um, yeah- hi, Spencer. I'm just checking up, are we still on for tonight?"

There was a second of silence, and then some shuffling. "Oh- yeah, yeah. We are. I'll be there in.. thirty minutes? If that's alright?"

Thirty minutes? 

Fuck, that's soon. 

"Yeah, sure. Thanks. See you then." I smiled a little, before hanging up.

I'm only slightly ashamed to admit that I spent the next thirty minutes doing my makeup and changing into something cuter. I couldn't help that I wanted to impress him. 

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Trudging up the beaten down steps of the moon-lit apartment complex, heavy cardboard box balanced awkwardly in my arms, the reason why I had offered to even do this was still not apparent to me. I didn't do things like this.

I could be in my apartment right now, safe and sound, making dinner. But I wasn't. Perhaps it was something about the way (y/n)'s eyes had saddened when she realized she would have to miss out, or maybe it was that she was a beautiful woman and I was an idiot. She was- strikingly beautiful, after all. Maybe I am, really, a simple person.

I had no intention of overwhelming her, and I didn't see this as a date. I hoped she didn't. Maybe this was going to be a one time thing. Hopefully this was going to be a one time thing. I don't think I could handle all the childlike, immature teasing me and (y/n) would have to endure if we were to actually see each other outside of work regularly. God, I have to stop assuming things of this. I'm helping her write an essay, that's all.

That's all. 

My hands were almost shakey when I knocked, and the door opened promptly, my face hit with her perfume.

(y/n) smiled, a real, warm smile. She brushed a strand behind her ear, shuffling to the side to allow me in. "Hi, Spencer! I'm glad you could make it. I could.. really use the help."

I nodded, striding into the apartment as I looked around "oh, don't worry, it's.. really no problem." I smiled softly.

The apartment was cozy, and well decorated. Several lamps and candles let off an incandescent auburn light, and the general area smelt of cinnamon and old furniture. It was unusually nice. It matched her.

"I've already started the essay." She said cheerfully. I placed the heavy typewriter box down on the island, and looked over at (y/n), who had already fluttered across the space. She was in the kitchen, flicking on a black kettle with a soft click. 

"Tea?"

I nodded. I still felt awkward in the apartment, like I was looming into her space, casting some sort of uncomfortable shadow. We had only met a few days ago, and here I was in her home. Maybe she's just too nice for her own good, too quick to allow people into her life. I frowned at the thought. 

I had already gotten the black and red typewriter set up, flicking small metal switches and adjusting things. She smiled, her eyes widening. "Ooh, my gosh, that is pretty."

Soon enough, she came around the island with two tea mugs. She held them up. "Mushroom or ghost?" 

I chuckled a little, and happily accepted the cartoony ghost mug. "This'll do."

She immediately walked to the island, balancing the mug as she plopped down in a chair, crossing her legs under her. I noticed her mismatched, colorful socks and cracked a smile before I sat down on the next chair, making sure to keep a healthy distance. She reached across the marble to grab her laptop, and I put a hand under the mug to stabilize it, our knuckles brushing together. I tried to ignore the heat in my cheeks as she finally got a hold on the laptop and pulled it back into my lap, opening it. She flicked through her tabs.

She landed on a series of emails, between what seemed to be her and a close friend, gossiping. It was in moments like these I wished my reading speed wasn't what it was. I quickly absorbed each text.

"Omgg, no!!"

"Bitch, you have to! How tall is he??"

"Tallllll.. capital T 🫣"

"You can totally pull him!! Do it."

"You're crazy."

(y/n) gasped a little. "Oh! Sorry." She giggled. Quickly closing all her tabs and landing on the google docs page. "Alright, so I figure we'll just copy what I've already written onto the typewriter and then start from there."

"That sounds right. I have to warn you though, it is a little bit of a learning curve- using a typewriter I mean."

She raised her brows. "Oh, yeah, I've heard. I've never written one one before."

"I'll teach you." I smiled earnestly.

"Alright, so- first you have to feed the paper in." I said, pulling a stack from the box. She grabbed one, clearly already eager to do it herself. She fed the paper through, brows furrowed in concentration.

"Perfect. Now you just- pull this lever." I said, flicking the small metal switch. "Then I'll set the margins..." I trailed off, setting them and then pulling the bar down.

She nodded, watching me intently. "Now?"

"Now, just turn this knob to roll the paper into place." I said gently, pointing to a small white knob on the side. She reached forward and twisted it, pulling the paper just a little too far down. I laughed a little.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Here." I put my hand on hers, guiding her to twist it back and put the paper in the right place. 

Then, we just.. wrote. Admittedly, it was very nice to see somebody be equal to me in an academic area such as writing. And she was, incredibly talented. She was very focused, her brows furrowed slightly as she typed with a speed id never seen before, except of course in myself. I admired the creativity in her words, the way she was able to wrap emotions into what she typed. I gave recommendations here and there, but other than that I mostly observed. She looked in her element.

She was so distracted with the writing that her tea sat neglected the whole night, her nails tapping on the keys, the cacophony of soft clicking filling the warm apartment. When she finally finished writing, when the last key was clicked, the last letter typed, she let out a sigh of relief, and I pulled the page out.

"You're a very good writer."

She smiled bashfully. "I'm sure you're better." I frowned a little at her self deprecation.

"I assure you, I'm not. I tend to sound.. clinical in my writing. You don't. Really, it's.. you're very talented."

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The night went.. very well. Spencer is charming. Even when he doesn't want to be. 

When I finished writing, and offered Spencer wine, he gladly accepted. I didn't take him for a drinker, but he has good taste so I figured he could enjoy a nice red. We plopped onto the couch, my legs crossed among the fall colored pillows as I sipped from a delicate glass.

When Spencer finally left, it was nearing 11:00. I immediately collapsed in my bed, pulling the duvet up over my shoulders. 

I had an unfortunate realization when I trudged into the living room the following morning.

He left his typewriter.

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[loorain]

Sims 4 Fontenot Legacy - Sunday Funday

It's officially Sunday morning and the first day of fall, even though it doesn't feel like it quite yet. But with that, it means it's also the last day before the twins and Juno start school! Juno's enjoying the weekend with his father still, and Sabrina is over at Beau's place, but the rest of the family plans to spend the day together. But first, another bath for a stinky, smelly Ziggy, much to Sigrid's irritation.

Once Ziggy is clean, the family decide to make a visit to Willow Creek Park. Sigrid focuses on wearing Ziggy out with a long walk, Scarlett finds a quiet bench to knit, and Audrey tries her hand at bicycle riding again. This time, her dad is here to give encouragement and advice, but it doesn't decrease her frustrations.

Robin: Alright, Auds, just take it slow and steady, okay?

Audrey: Ugh, why is this so hard?!

Robin: Don't lose your patience. Any skill takes time to build. You've been putting in the work, you'll get it eventually.

Audrey: But I have to learn before Juno gets back!

Robin: No you don't. Don't put so much pressure on yourself. You'll learn on your own timeline. For now, we keep trying. Okay?

Audrey: Ugh... okay.

Robin: Alright. Now make sure to find the proper balance. Let's give it another go.

Where's Alma, you ask? She got permission from her dad to wander off a little farther.

Robin: Not too far, okay missy?

Alma: Yes, sir!

She wanders to the back of the main building, finding a very interesting sight.

Alma: Hmm, what's this? A well?

Alma: Well, only right I make a wish! Hmm...

Alma gives a good thought to what she wants before finally making her decision.

Alma: Okay, magic wishing well. I wish for better grades. That way I can prove to my parents and Audrey that I'm just as smart as her, if not more! Oh, and here's a coin for payment. Sound good? Now do your magic... stuff.

She watches the coin slip down into the well and waits. The coin makes contact, and Alma swears she can hear a bubbling sound coming from the well. She peers in further.

Suddenly, a bright light appears from the well.

Alma: Huh? Is it really working?

She watches in excitement as the light expands and brightens.

Suddenly, there's a bright explosion before everything dissipates again. Alma is left standing there, not exactly sure what just happened but feeling a little luckier.

Alma: Well... guess that's that. Wonder how I know if it worked...

Meanwhile, Robin and Audrey continue working on her biking skill, and when Sigrid isn't looking Ziggy finds a conveniently created puddle to undo all of Sigrid's hard work earlier in the day. It's so shocking that even Mrs. Crumblebottom clutches her pearls.

Sigrid: ZIGGY!!!!

The yell makes Ziggy stop and look over at her.

Sigrid: Bad boy! No playing in puddles! I can't keep constantly bathing you because you refuse to listen! You're going to make me lose my mind!

Sigrid is just venting at this point, but Ziggy seems to get it nonetheless. He learns that maybe his puddle-playing days are over. With that, he gives the saddest little pout and whine to Sigrid, trying to express his remorse. Sigrid sighs. Even though she's frustrated beyond a shadow of a doubt, she can only be but so mad at that face. Curse Ziggy's cute little puppy-dog eyes.

Sigrid: Alright buddy. If you've learned your lesson, I can forgive you. Sound fair?

Ziggy's ears perk back up, and he moves closer for reassurance. Sigrid obliges, kneeling down to give him a scratch.

Sigrid: Okay. Ew, you're still wet...

Sigrid sighs and considers what to do next. She supposes she could just deal with it for the rest of the day, but returning home exhausted and then having to wash Ziggy up before bed does not sound ideal. Not to mention she has to check the girls' work, get them all set for school tomorrow, see about signing them up for scouts...

Sigrid: Well Ziggy, seems like you've spoiled your day out. We're going straight home after a chat with Papa.

Robin: That's it, Auds! Feel the breeze in your hair and the sun on your face and forget that you're even riding in the first place! That's what makes riding fun!

Robin finally notices Sigrid walking up behind him.

Robin: Oh, hi honey. Wha- oh boy.

Sigrid: Tell me about it.

It's Robin's turn to sigh this time.

Robin: Naughty little thing, hmm?

Sigrid: I just washed him this morning too. I swear, it feels like all I ever do is chase this dog around. "Don't do this, don't eat that, don't play with this." I'm losing my mind.

Robin: The growing pains of raising a dog. It won't always be like this.

Sigrid: I know. Just reminding me to recall the hard parts of infancy and toddlerhood for the girls, too. Erases any baby fever creeping up on me instantly.

Robin: Okay, I get the picture. Well, at any rate, I'm sure you gave him a stern talking-to.

Sigrid: I think he's learned his lesson this time. At any rate, I'm gonna take him home.

Robin: Really?

Sigrid: Yeah, just better that I take care of this now rather than later. You've got the girls?

Robin: Of course. Auds and I are still busy with our lesson, and Alma is close by. I saw her walk off behind the main building.

Sigrid: Alright. Well, see you all at home.

Robin: See you at home, honey.

Robin makes sure to give her a kiss before she and Ziggy are off.

Audrey ends up getting off the bike shortly after.

Audrey: Okay, I think I'm done for the day.

Robin: Great work, babygirl! You're really starting to get the hang of things.

Audrey: I don't feel like it. Riding a bike is a lot harder than I thought.

Robin: It may be hard now, but one day you'll be riding circles all around me without even thinking about it. And when that day comes, you won't even remember how hard it feels now. You'll just be happy with your newfound freedom. Just imagine it! You'll be able to ride all over the neighborhood after school, and you'll probably end up being the first of your three kids to learn, so you can help the others too! I'm sure Juno would love to hear some pointers from you in exchange for using his bike.

Audrey kicks at the dirt and sighs dramatically.

Audrey: I guess...

Robin: Don't give up, Auds. I'm here to help you through it all. You'll get it eventually, and we'll make sure to celebrate big when that day comes. Okay?

Audrey perks up a little.

Audrey: Okay.

Robin: Good. Now, let's go find your sister.

[craterdogs]

I'm not sure where you're at in MSQ so. For the WoL ask meme pick 3 you wanna answer the most!

thank you for the ask! i love my special lil man so i'm glad people are curious about him :]

i just got to stormblood post patch so i know what most of these mean thankfully. everything's under the cut cus this seems to have gotten a bit out of hand

[asks from this: https://www.tumblr.com/craterdogs/701644429929365504/ffxiv-ask-meme-wols?source=share]

Why did they become an adventurer? Glory? Money? …?

i still haven't posted my Goro tribe lorepost cus it's not done but the short of it is they think horses are divinity so every tribe member is assigned a horse of the opposite sex to be symbolically wed to when they come of age (~16).

Ori's beloved horsewife Agtuurai died when she was attacked by a mammoth when Ori was ~22 so she died well before she was supposed to. it kinda irreparably fucked him up since any emotional intimacy in the Goro tribe is expected to be shared with what is essentially an emotional support animal that everyone has. romantic sexual partnerships between tribe members are kinda unheard of bc of the horse thing and also the reproduction roulette (mates drawn by lots. for real) happens every spring. it's all either compartmentalized or regimented.

this grief of losing his beloved Agtuurai combined with Ori having a visceral aversion to the reproduction roulette concept (turns out he's gay. whoops) AND the knowledge that he can't keep dodging the mating game like he has for two years AND he has no emotional support anymore to deal with it all just kinda. broke something in him. he also started having the Echo visions around this point and thought he was genuinely losing his mind. so he set out for Eorzea looking for answers like the Echo told him to because that was the only guidance he had at that point and he literally felt he had nothing left to lose.

it's basically this: it was more socially acceptable with his tribemates to become an adventurer than to stay there and he'd rather leave on his own terms than face ostracization from his small tight knit community

How do they deal with the pressure of being a or the Warrior of Light? Do they have a ritual to relax and recenter themselves?

okay so. he just never takes a break. the idea behind it is if he's busy he won't have time to Think but unfortunately Thinking still occurs occasionally. i joked initially that he'd go hide in some bushes or smth to have a quick sob every once and a while but i fear it has become canon, like everything else about him. we will stick to the bit til death takes us both.

but he knows (thinks?) he can save the people he's failed to save before if he embraces being the Chosen One. so he carries on. he's feeling a bit in over his head at this point though now that he is a significant political figure

Tell us about the two major events from MSQ that left the deepest emotional scars on your WoL.

this may be cheating but the entirety of heavensward/dragonsong tested his conviction. all the people that died in that arc were very dear to him and that's also when he learned he'd been lied to/left out of a lot of the Scions' plotting & scheming and had really only been used as cannon fodder #feelsbadman (also playing these arcs as a dragoon fucking slaps i love 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔰 so much. and Estinien my good friend Estinien)

the OTHER thing is not main story. it is a FATE chain on the Azim Steppe called the Dataqi Chronicles. in short: the Goro tribe had a good number of its people slaughtered by the matanga beastmen. the Dataq tribe with the help of a single Goro survivor (and you, the player) help save the rest of the tribe. it's a very sweet story and i had no idea it existed til i got there so you can imagine the excitement.

so. picture this. you are Ori. you are visiting your homeland for the first time since you left a year or so ago. you are nervous about seeing your family bc you're worried you've changed too much so you put off visiting (he loves them and will defend his tribe to any naysayers despite the way it messed him up. you know how it is with family). then you run into the Dataq and help save an injured hunter they found and oh shit, she's your cousin and 1/4 of your tribe is dead. BUT. you can still help save who's left.

Ori feels immeasurable guilt about being too late and too cowardly to seek out his tribe sooner. but it solidifies his resolve to carry on and be brave even (especially) when shit gets personal. i am writing a short story about this so there will be a good long response to this sometime later

to summarize all these answers:

(he'll be fine. maybe)

[firespirited]

Aside from looking and feeling drained, I've had a nice week.

Still enjoying chilling with Stargate Atlantis even listened to a couple of episode commentaries (the writers have early aughts typical broey vibes though so that's off-putting).

Found a pair of shoes to wear this late autumn as my "vintage" vans mannaz fell apart. After I'd talked about the difficulty of finding shoes that fit me and how many I'd tried that didn't work out, Mum dug up a pair of hiking boots she'd forgotten to send back to dad and said he'd always had the same problem: wide feet with height just behind the toe area as the arch starts. Apparently getting work shoes for his teacher job that didn't hurt was quite a quest. They fit great except for the length so I went online, found the same brand "Queshua" and looked at their hiking shoes of the updated but same series/range. Ordered a male and female model in my size. Only the "guy" shoes fit and they don't have any spring in them like sports shoes do but sports shoes often end up too narrow. I can't risk buying them without going to a physical shop or doing a dozen returns. Queshua from decathlon have a free return from your post box and refund policy. Fantastic.

So basically, I'm elated to have been able to toss out the vans and stick the pastel gradient laces into my new all terrain, waterproof trainers. I'm going to look at their winter models for colder weather. It's reassuring to know there is a brand that tends to fit. I'm hoping to try the thrift store on the outskirts of town one day when the carer isn't too busy but that could be a while (why thrift? Because I generally don't fully know a shoe's problems before I've 'road tested' them) .

I also tried crochet again (every few years I try to knit or crochet from tutorials and it hasn't gone great, you all know I can't think in 3D, so like for the keyboard, it has to be muscle memory and mnemonics) This time I had two different youtube tutorials on half speed and could sort of 'get it' but for the life of me could not properly hold the yarn in the left hand. Mum was around so I sheepishly asked what I was doing wrong. Her first answer was "well have you practiced?" 🙄 (she forgets I'm not the 7 year old who gives up as soon as the dopamine runs out or gets distracted by shiny - i mean i am but I've learned to go back to practicing even if I have to make myself angry or use bribes and limits.) I dutifully produced my series of messed up lines and sat down to show her and she went "oh OK! you're doing it wrong, Here's how auntie Grace taught me" and wrapped the yarn around my little finger, using the middle finger as the main yarn holder and index+thumb to pinch the crochet. Then I had to leave because she kept telling me to "relax my shoulders relax your hands RELAX", I love her but I do not control the muscles when trying to practice a new hard (for me) skill for an audience.

That hands on tip was what made it actually 'take' this time even though I might end up using the ring finger instead. I haven't had much time to practice and made quite a mess of my first attempts at rows with a 3 ply yarn.

Today I was able to proudly show off a 5*30 stitch parallelogram (still haven't got the tension down) of thin cord, it took three tries... but not bad. I'm really hoping I'll be able to grok some more stitches and have something to keep the hands busy that's less taxing on my shoulder. I also need to ask her about auntie Grace, she's probably part of the deaf adult community mum grew up in.

Slowly working towards listing more dolls. You get stuck on junk decisions about whether to bundle, whether to dress them or one of the photos is too blurry and the whole thing stops because there's a missing step or piece. Plan derailed.

I've got incoming which helps with motivation: Elle eedee!!! I didn't click with her the first time then really missed her but now I know how I want to do her eyes. Twilight teens grey for Nicole Steel head (aliexpress 11.11 sales $5) and white.

A Catrine and pink haired Howleen. Catrine is a design I just love and was always put off by the yellowing. Now that I know more about straight peroxide bleaching, I really want another try. I also want to see what happens to that lilac turned grey hair and if it fries or just turns lighter grey, she'll be bald. Their cleaning will be top priority in general but not top on the project list as I have Barbie Marnie who needs just a few more lines of hair to be perfect, a 1/6th BJD to string (need to practice rotary tool sanding and buffing on a damaged barbie before I touch her resin) and probably switching out Jewel Richie's eyes, they're beautiful with the green shimmer details but the visible bevel on the 'baddie' eyes makes them hard to photograph and distracts from looking like a cohesive face. Oooh I might try a line of black acrylic paint first to see if that fixes the issue.

Voilà, big blurb. Not many photos they're all on the desktop. The dogs are happy and well, Lily is a bouncy frolicking 15yo, Talia is learning to be less afraid of the big world and other dogs specifically Gargouille and Elliot.

Talia also threw up in almost every room in the house today, with for her grand finale some raw hide bone she swallowed whole to concentrate on hoarding the other two from Lily. Chihuahuas either have Tardis stomachs or they are mostly stomach because the dimensions of all that came up don't make sense.

Highlights were sharing popcorn with sis and mum on Sunday just chitchatting. Long hot bath to warm legs cold from the inside out. Stunning sights as the sun comes out from behind the mountains:

[kimetsunoyaibawritings]

Burn like the Sun

Rating: General

Relationship: Reader/Kyojuro

Summary: “Simply knowing you are safe is a plentiful reward in itself.”

As a survivor of the Infinity Train accident, the reader seeks out the man who had saved them to try and offer some sort of proper thanks. And while he is severely injured -- enough to have to lay down his duties as a Hashira -- Kyojuro is nonetheless happy to know that his actions had protected someone.

"Is this the home of Kyojuro Rengoku?"

The question pulls the attention of the young boy standing outside the front of the gate of the vast home behind him, who had been sweeping diligently before your approach.

His bright, firey-colored hair is striking, but it is dwarfed immediately by the sharp red of his eyes as they move up to look at you. The resemblance to your savior is striking -- so much that you are sure that this is the right home before he even opens his mouth to speak.

"I-It is, yes," he says, voice oddly timid. "May I ask uh, why you are looking for him?"

He can't be older than twelve or thirteen. You try to offer him a comforting smile and gesture with your chin down to the small, cloth-wrapped bundle in your arms.

"I was one of the people he saved from the train accident a few weeks ago. I heard he was badly injured because of it and I..." you let the words trail for a moment as the boy (his brother? his son?) stares at you with a look that is not at all accusatory, but sharp all the same.

You clear your throat and speak, tone renewed, "I wanted to show him my appreciation and wish him well for his recovery."

At first the boy doesn't say anything in response. In the growing silence, you almost feel foolish. It had been hard enough to learn the man's name in the first place after the accident, but something about his presence had left a moment of terror and hopelessness instead with such warmth and comfort that the simple prospect of gratitude seemed the least you could offer.

Lost among your own thoughts and worries, the sound of the boy's voice rings out and drags you back into the moment.

"Let me go ask him first, if that's alright."

You're barely able to offer but a syllable of a reply before he's already slipped past the front gate and out of sight into the grand house beyond. It is as large as you were told, though you can't recall any prominent businessman nor politician with the family name of Rengoku. Some of your contacts had called him a swordsman -- had his family once served as samurai?

The possibilities proffered more questions than offered answers, leaving you to simmer in your own curiosity for several minutes until the young fire-haired boy emerged from the house and hurried towards you.

"He says you can see him -- he's also happy to know you're okay."

The boy -- Senjuro, you later learn as his name -- quickly explains how to get to Kyojuro's room, though you're too lost in the warmth in your chest from the too-simple notion 'he's happy you're okay' to pay all that much attention past the first two turns. But you thank him all the same and shuffle towards the house, leaving Senjuro to continue sweeping up with only the slightest, softest curiosity in his eyes.

Once inside the house, you’re taken aback by how… empty it feels. You’d expect a home as large as this to be busy with people — whether family or workers tending to it. You find neither, greeted instead by silence and an unnerving amount of peace.

It doesn’t take long to start trying to recall the directions that the young Rengoku boy had given you. A turn down the left hallway, past the third door and then… ah?

You couldn’t quite recall after that. Left or right? Was there another hall, or was Kyojuro’s room along the outside? One question bumbled into another until your unsureness twisted itself up into a ball of knots. Despite the confusion, you didn’t want to seem even more foolish by moving back to Senjuro and asking for directions again when he had gone out of his way to describe them once already. So you stand there, frozen by your own indecision at the edge of a corner-

Until someone suddenly turns it, running straight into you with enough force to leave you stumbling backwards. You would have fallen on your ass if it wasn’t for the fact that the same offender reached out suddenly and grabbed your arms, which were otherwise holding with a vice grip on the wrapped bundle still against your chest.

“I’m so sorry!” a bright voice offers, soft but merrily. “I didn’t see you standing there. Are you alright?”

It takes a moment for your thoughts to straighten and your gaze to fix upon the person who had both run into you and kept you from toppling backwards.

Blonde hair with firey tips, eyes brighter than rubies and sharper than a fine point. Though his face is covered in bandages and there’s a patch over his left eye, the recognition feels like icewater dumped over your head.

“K-Kyojuro Rengoku?” you ask, embarrassed in the stutter of your own voice.

“Yes?” the man tilts his head. You’re not able to say anything further before he suddenly winces, pulling his arms back against his body and drawing your gaze down over the rest of his body — as well as his multitude of injuries. Broken bones and layers of bandages seemed to but scratch the surface for all that he is dealing with, which made you feel the heavy weight of gratitude twice, no, three times over in his saving your life.

“Shouldn’t you be laying down?”

Kyojuro merely laughs. Though the sound must pain him, it doesn’t muffle the blossoming warmth of the noise as it fills the air around your ears. It’s strange, in a way; does the sound of his voice often have this effect on people?

“I’m well enough to walk,” he finally says, pain and aches hidden so dutifully behind his eyes that you have to second-guess yourself whenever his lips press together in a brief, but tense line. A smile, however, quickly moves across his face. “I thought it would be easier if I met you halfway so you didn’t get lost! You are the one who came to visit me, correct?”

You nod.

“Y-yeah. I’m uh. One of the people you… saved. On the train, a few weeks ago. I wanted to thank you and… maybe get to know you a little bit.”

The man watches you silently as you explain yourself, but not for a moment does a sense of judgement press on your shoulders from his attention. He simply listens, politely waiting for you to finish before responding.

“It must have been hard to find me,” he comments almost idly, some mixture of amused and impressed. “How did you manage it?”

The question is filled with an odd sort of praise, so you lower your head down until your eyes are on the ground and your mind is a shambling mess trying to piece words together.

“I uh. I have some friends in high places, you could say.”

“Well!” he chuckles. “That almost sounds like a threat!”

“Oh no, no no no no-” flustered, you immediately raise your eyes up and begin waving one hand about frantically as if to dissuade the notion entirely. “I promise I didn’t mean that as a— I mean, my family—… I…”

Your broken explanation is cut short when Kyojuro reaches up a hand towards your face, index finger curling ever so gently beneath your chin that you barely feel the heat of his skin against yours.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, and for a moment you feel your heartbeat go still. “I promise I meant it only as a jest. You went to great lengths simply to see me, and you certainly didn’t need to.” His hand slowly lowers, but your gaze is held to his as if bound by unseen threads. “Simply knowing you are safe is a plentiful reward in itself.”

“I- I uh. It’s not-” the words fall broken and useless from your lips like shards of glass with no hope of coming together to make a cohesive sentence. Perhaps it’s for the best, since you’re not even sure what you can try to say in response to such an earnest notion of safety from someone who didn’t even know your first name.

And that is what finally pulls your thoughts into clarity.

You step back, providing just enough space between yourself and your savior so that your mind can clear and your heart can stop beating so damn quickly. Once you regain a sense of sensibility you all but glare at the man.

“My name is-” you say, brows knitted and stance firm as you all but aggressively introduce yourself to the man who had sacrificed so much of himself for your safety. For the safety of hundreds.

And Kyojuro watches, and listens, and then he smiles.

“That’s a nice name,” he says, then chuckles again, then bows his head for a moment. “Though you seem to know already, I am Kyojuro Rengoku. It’s quite the pleasure to meet you then! Properly meet you, at least. One less train involved.”

As the words settle humorously in the air, you watch Kyojuro turn and make a gesture to follow behind him. For a moment you’re confused, but he turns his face back to you and nods in the direction of the hall a few steps ahead.

“You wanted me to rest, yes? We can do so overlooking the back garden. I figure you’d like to sit and talk for a while-” and then he pauses, as if a moment of realization is just now moving across his thoughts. “…unless there is somewhere else you need to be?”

Bashful instinct presses at the root of your tongue to agree, perhaps even to make up some silly excuse for why you couldn’t stay for long. But then your eyes catch and hold onto a gaze that seems like brilliant rubies, and his voice echoes so warmly in your ears. And then you remember noting how empty the house felt when you stepped inside of it, devoid of anyone but what might be the last few members of the Rengoku family.

How lonely.

A shake of your head and motion of your legs happen before you can even think.

“O-oh no, I… have the day free. Though of course I didn’t assume you yourself had the time to entertain anyone, with you… healing up, and all.”

Kyojuro smiles for a moment before leading the way down the hall, his motions a bit stilted by injuries, but proud all the same. You held a deep respect for the man and his willpower despite knowing so little about him — and you certainly wanted to know more.

“I actually enjoy the company,” he says, just as you move in-step beside him. “And you are the first person from that accident to try and find me — perhaps the only one! So, if you’ll humor me for a bit of your time… I would like to learn more about you as well.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him smiling. Despite the countless injuries that undoubtedly leave him in pain, some perhaps permanent, the man continues to smile as wide and as bright as the sun itself.

And you are glad to have met him.

[siriusmydeer]

my pretty witch

james potter x fem!reader

summary: james shows you how beautiful your body is.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: soft dom!james, sub!reader, fingering, fem!receiving oral, body insecurities, self doubt, missionary, penetration, marking, daddy kink, kissing, praise, mentions of sickness, wolfstar mention <3

note; requested.

the birds were singing, the sun was glowing, it was the most memorable saturday of the spring season.

students were speaking amongst themselves as the birds were increasingly chirping and the glinting sun that was only visible hanging planet in the sky that was emitting shimmering rays upon the two girls sitting amongst themselves. the faint gust of wind peering as subtle background noise whilst the rest of the courtyard was trifling around on the weekend.

“'m not sure lils, i just feel— it’s hard to explain.” you began to explain with an expression of embarrassment starting to linger on your face, a simple yet prying conversation amongst the ginger whilst you both sat upon the fresh-cut grass upon the millions of acres that belonged to hogwarts.

students of hogwarts were fairly spaced out upon the yard, as well as corridors and the library with madame pince no doubt hurrying them away to keep the tranquility rather in unbroken, as it was one of the first warm days for weather since the scotland air was filled with ivory flecks that completely covered the viridescent grounds.

almost no gryffindor peers around only the two of you insight. james, remus, peter, and sirius had all made their way closer to the quidditch pitch the minute they left breakfast; mainly so james could practice alongside sirius, and they could prance around the pitch on their brooms like first years who had just learned how to fly, as remus and peter watched. mainly peter, remus had cracked open his most latest read as soon as he sat upon the stands whilst faintly blushing from time to time at sirius’ winks and irritatingly pleasant wolf whistles.

what you hadn’t known was james leaving his mates with each other slightly earlier than expected in a quest for his girlfriend.

he had a glistering grin formed on his lips after catching sight of you speaking amongst lily. he was ready to parade over to you and boast about his newest quidditch tricks he had learned whilst sitting upon your lap ruining the serene aura that swarmed around your conversation with the ginger.

the deviant sun flickered delicate rays over your figure, to james you were effortlessly gleaming in the golden hues that radiated upon your skin.

his girl.

how could someone be so utterly beautiful?

the only thing diminishing his smile from the apex of his lips was when he was close enough to catch wind of your conversation with the gryffindor.

“i don't want him to think ‘m disgusting or anything! i just— i have stretch marks and stuff. i don't wanna be unappealing or something.” you whined following a groan whilst tilting your head back, covering your eyes at the slowly sinking sun radiating into your irises.

lily gaped at you befuddled before speaking, “but i mean, you’ve had sex before—” she spoke rather boisterously, you rapidly took the palm of your hand, clutching it over her mouth before she removed it and continued speaking, “and he's never been ‘disgusted’ or anything prior.” she finished in a whisper at your widen eyes; your face contorting into fear, afraid someone had heard what she said.

“’m just nervous that just because he doesn't express anything, doesn't mean he doesn't think it.” you chewed heavily at the skin of your peeling lips before applying a fresh layer of chapstick to the chapped cushions.

the awareness of your pending stress began to become overwhelming in your veins as you expressed your concerns to lily.

the bespectacled boy less than ten feet away from you tremendously creased his features in bewilderment, his face almost permanently contorting into a grueling grimace. did he ever do anything to make you think you were undesirable to him? you were quite literally an angelic essence that roamed the acres of hogwart’s at every waking moment of the day, it was like he had won the lottery, (something muggle-like you had mentioned to him) when you had agreed to go on a date with him.

and now you suspected something he couldn't even imagine in a nightmare.

he stayed a moment longer, listening to you drone on upon the fact he might've found you horrid or repelling. his psyche opting to trudge back to the gryffindor towers where he had originally planned to meet with you after your meet-up with lily.

what decision could've reveled in your mind to decide that he might've thought grueling thoughts on the certain aspects of your psychical appearance that he particularly found beautiful. your personality was captivating, of course. but that didn't mean he wouldn't bore his eyes into your figure trying to memorize every micro-detail of you and your features. any juncture of time he had with you he would spend adorning every aspect of you, when you happen to be separated he would spend his mind fulfilling images of you.

there wasn't one moment where he wasn't thinking of you.

and there wasn't one singular nanosecond he didn't think you weren't a goddess walking the earth.

even before you had brushed your teeth on particularly rough mornings before classes when the mangled tuffs of your hair that clung to your roots before brushing it, even when you were blowing your nose and heaving the tissues onto the ground when you were adamantly sick and you couldn't even whiff the most pungent scents; you were angelic.

so how in merlins name would you think so negatively of yourself?

james proceeded to haul his legs in pacing motions across the floor whilst he awaited your presence in the vermillion stricken common room. his thoughts overwhelming him on the mere thought of you and your psyche negatively impacting every nook and cranny of your mind-- which he would opt to remove any moment he got the chance to.

at the tumble of his limbs moving around the common room he heard a similar pair of footsteps enter the common room, “you alright, love?” you inquired gently, your figure tremendously slouched and drowsy after being in overwhelming embarrassment, the quick spin of his figure catching your attention.

“should i not have—” you initiated to speak again, your words almost completely disorganized, speaking first rather than overthinking your words at his slight apprehensive behaviors since you had arrived mere seconds ago.

“i love you,” he began, now walking over to your tense figure, “and you're my person,” said james in a rapid pace, the words of his tongue rolling off haphazardly. you began to crease your eyebrows confusedly at his confession, his hands deciding to sit on both sides of your fragile jaw that began to clench in the encasement of his palms.

you were adamantly confused at where his arbitrary confession had sprouted from, and the intentions behind it.

“’m quite aware, yes?” you sighed in the duration of your sentence recalling the conversation over your appearance with lily just a few minutes ago, now defiantly looking at your shoes before speaking again. “why the sudden confession, james?” you inquired again, this time sorrowfully.

“’m not an eavesdropper or anything,” he began to defend himself, seeing your eyes hastily peer ascent to him along with the widening of your eyes, “but, i— i heard what you said to lily.” he finished his sentence wistfully. you respired heavily for a moment, your hands now clutching onto his that remained laid onto your complexion.

“just, i dunno. ignore my thoughts, they’re stupid.”

his eyes proceeded to widen at your request. his reaction to being adamantly confused was contorted in the features of his face like he had been peering over the defense against the dark arts section on an O.W.L.S exam after not studying for a week.

“i could never just ignore you. i care about what you think, m’love.” he dragged the pad of his thumb against the dermis of your cheek, feeling the broad flush of your skin begin to warm the velvet palms of hands. “i just— i can't explain it.”

there was a detrimental feeling pooling in your mind at the feeling of embarrassment beginning to tinge your cheeks. you felt as if you were in the middle of a school audition and suddenly forgot all of your lines, the insistent feeling of unworthiness popping up in your mind every couple of minutes like a menace throughout your life.

“c’mon, darling,” he whispered whilst beckoning you, removing his hands that were clutched onto the apple of your cheeks now sliding his digits through your own. the balmy feeling of his palm radiating into yours was the only steady grasp you had while he had led you into his empty dormitory.

his emotions continued to display as unknown whilst he sat upon the vermillion knit comforter that laid quite messily upon his bed. his legs began to open whilst he brought your body between them. his palms making a heavy grip upon the curvature of your waist, and his thumb now stroking the cotton material that adorned your figure. his thumb gliding down to the hem, suddenly feeling the warm flush of your skin melding into his own.

“let me make you feel good.” james began to plead, his face quirking into a mild pout. your mind reflecting on your insecurities for a moment, the ripples in your skin, the vergetures tissue that was rooted upon your flesh, but as of right now that was now to be the least of your concerns that ventured in your mind.

the pads of his calloused palm lingered to the planes of your lower back to the swell of your bottom, his hands palming at the denim material while he awaited your answer; you merely nodded your head, his grin increasingly growing whilst his grip managed to maneuver you hurriedly onto the middle of his bed. your legs slightly fumbling before your spine was adjacent to his mattress.

his lip was now faintly tucked under the cushion of his lip while his athletic form began to hover over your body. the ivory white top you were dressed in was now being pulled down to the point of the exposure of your brassiere, and the dewy kisses emitting from his lips were now faintly pressed against the mantle of your skin.

his fingers feebly started to grasp at the flimsy material of your top before raising it over the undulating form of your body, his hand flinging the pallid fabric onto the mahogany wood of his dormitory. james had now buried his head between your supple mounds that laid gracefully on your chest, his swirling tendrils of brunet tickled at the planes of your jugular.

he felt the slight respire hitching in your chest while lips suckled at the skin that guarded your sternum, the slight blossoming hue rested in the juncture of your chest whilst his lips proceeded to move around your midriff.

the silk tresses of his brunet tuffs faintly titillated at your abdomen as the sponges of his kisses landed directly on the lower regions of your abdomen. his lips continuing to suction recurrent markings till the fluorescent blooms of umber and vermillion spilled delicately onto the searing flesh of your midriff.

his cerulean eyes peeled off of the buckle from your jeans, his eyes now sauntering out your face, and your arms now balancing yourself so you can gape into his eyes. he tilted his head in question, emitting a second nod of confirmation from you. taking it upon himself to rid of your clothing from your legs, leaving his hand traveling into the flimsy sheet of scarlet lace you had been clad in.

his finger swirled upon the swollen button once, releasing an enclosed gasp from your lungs that had been held in your trachea. his hands grasping upon the tight material and removing it from your body before looking at the sopping folds of your cunt.

once, twice, three times, he glided his fingers through your arousal effortlessly before attaching his lips to the swelled nub, proceeding to suckle like a babe. his tongue exploring your cunt whilst your wavering moans were transferring through the air. he began to maneuver your legs to balance on the bend of his shoulders whilst your pending moans lay enticingly in the air; your feeble digits feeling the strain of his tuffs in the clutch of your fingers at his arousing stimulation.

his ring and middle finger began to prod at your entrance before sliding into the depths of your aching cunt nimbly. his tongue stretched upon the crevices of your cunt while it collected your sickly nectar on the tip of his tongue, his face now buried in your cunt.

the unyielding quiver in your legs around his head was only steely increasing as he etched you closer and closer upon release. the bubbling moans exuding from your throat only increasing his current pride at your pleasureful noises making him grin into your cunt until you were pleading out to him, rather desperately.

“daddy, please. can i cum?”

“since you asked so nicely.” he retorted to your question enticingly. removing his mouth as his fingers recurrently impelled in the silken encasement of your cunt until your legs were trembling over his shoulders, and your mind had finally bleared out from the explosive butterflies that now lingered in your belly.

he caught sight of a few unwavering mauve lines that retracted in the inside flesh of your thighs, pressing a few absentminded kisses to them before his body began to hover over your own.

the bespectacled boy had now removed the indigo shirt from his body, his abdomen and rippling muscles were now in desolate from your slightly fatigued eyes. his body now recurrently hovering over your heaving one. his thumb swiped against your cheek once before his eyes came in the direct view of your churning abdomen.

he lowered his face till his nose was slightly smeared against your rib cage and his lips came in direct contact with the mauve and pallid lines you had been so doggedly insecure about.

his hands now placed on the curvature of your waist, admiring the stripes that now defined your midsection. tracing the small lines on the left, on the right, then craning his neck under your thighs so he could press a few absentminded kisses to the swell of your bum.

when he had returned from your underside, now catching your lips in a kiss. the hues of orange and red now bleeding into the atmosphere of the room, the sun slowly setting in the underworld amongst the other planets whilst he removed the remaining articles of clothing that had lingered on your figures.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into the junction of your neck, landing directly on your pulse point that had been unwaveringly erratic. “astonishingly beautiful, my angel.” he crooned into the curvature of your neck whilst his lips moved to the crease of your jaw.

his hands delicately were fixed on the apex of your thighs, the limbs hanging closely on the burly muscles of his waist. “please, daddy. need you so bad.” you began to mewl while his cock had nudged faintly at your thigh.

at your words, james leisurely filled you to the brim with his cock until the happy trail sprouted ascent his lower abdomen was now pressed against your hips in a minuscule grinding-like motion.

his forearms now embedding into the mattress beside your hair that was cascading around your face similar to a halo that an angel wore proudly, his hips continuously grinding against your hips whilst your ankles were brought into a tight lock on the lower curvature of his spine.

“my pretty girl.”

the motions of his thrusts were steady and protracted. the movements drawing out your orgasms substantially, rather than the feeling of intense euphoric elation, it’s rather prolonged and comforting in the small snap of a coil that trembled in your belly.

the searing flush of your skin colliding with one another whilst his mouth had now been placed upon your own once more. your arms now resting on the nape of his neck, the minuscule scratch, and tug of your fingers bringing him to center of the actions he was trying to exhibit towards you.

his love, his adoration, his appreciation.

the small kisses he left on your hairline whilst he was etched closer, and closer upon his release until the splintering clench in his belly had profusely slackened . “you’re so captivating.” he crooned amid your kiss after separating his lips from yours for a moment.

the meld of his skin against your own was enticing and inviting. his tongue swept into your mouth to envelop the feeling of you just a little more before the ropes of his release had seeped into the depths of your cunt; only deepening the liplock whilst his prick had remained inside of you.

it wasn't a long duration of time before james quickly scrambled away to dress you in his freshly cleaned vermillion and umber quidditch jumper and a pair of his boxer shorts, quickly cuddling close to your side whilst placing a few last kisses to your forehead before he had changed into a pair of sweatpants himself and beckoned you to lay on his chest.

“you m’dear, are, completely, and irrevocably bewitching. my pretty witch.”

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[acaiis]

The Existence of Capitalism in Skyword Sword and How it Makes No Sense Contextually

First off, before I begin, I would like to make it clear that this is not meant to be a a post to bring politics into Zelda; it is my analysis of the information we are given about Skyloft and subsequent questioning of a lot of different canonical aspects. This also won't contain any major spoilers for Skyward Sword, as this is viewed almost entirely from a world-building perspective. Continued beneath the cut (because this is a monstrous post)

The Canon Economy In game, the citizens of Skyloft rely on a monetary system of trade, i.e. using money to purchase goods. This in and of itself works fine for the game, but I'll get into later why it's not very well founded later on. We see that the Skyloftians have to pay for necessities such as food in game. Seeing as this isn't something that carries much weight story-wise, it's hard to find lots of information, but it can be asssumed that Skyloft operates on a typical "use money to purchase goods" system. Furthermore, the only large source of food we see in game (pumpkin island), appears to be owned privately. Patrons must pay to consume pumpkin soup. This indicates that other islands with the means for producing food may also be owned privately, though these theoretical islands do not exist canonically. Most of this will become relevant as this post goes on; for now it offers contextual knowledge. The Money Problem

Across the Zelda franchise, Rupees act as the main currency. It is not stated anywhere how or where Rupees are created, so there's a few potential routes.

1.) Rupees are mined from the earth.

In the very first installation of the franchise, rupees are referred to as Rubies by the game manual. Rubies being used to refer to them implies that they may share similar properties -- so from here we can assume that rupees are some sort of gemstone that are mined from the earth and made into money. If you're thinking, "but money is made out of paper, why would they use gemstones?", then I will direct you to the historical use of silver and gold as currency. 2.) Rupees are created magically.

In game, rupees can be obtained in an eclectic variety of methods. Killing monsters, cutting grass, and so on and so forth. This could imply that they are generated by some outside force at seemingly random. This particular theory is the weakest of the three.

3.) Rupees are formed via living organisms.

Hear me out. Seeing as a potential drop of enemies is rupees, the creation of rupees is not explicitly stated, and they're not so common that they're essentially worthless, one could assume that, similar to pearls, rupees are created by living organisms. This would explain why they are dropped sometimes by enemies, and even why you find them in the grass (outside of the minish) -- if a monster dies, the rupee(s) could be left behind in the grass and so forth. When taken in the context of Skyloft, the theoretical origin of rupees that makes the most sense at a first glance is the second one -- there are few monsters on Skyloft, which rules out no. 3, and seeing as they have very limited ground to work with, mining is out of the question. However, when we look at the option of magical origins, it starts to break down -- they can't exactly disperse any excess money, as they are extremely limited in who they can trade with, and if money just keeps showing up out of nowhere the economy will inevitably undergo inflation, which wouldn't be good for anyone. So, this leaves us with a limited supply of rupees on Skyloft, following either theory 1 or 3.

The problem here is that they live on a floating island, and frequently travel between multiple of these islands. If, say, one was to drop something off the edge, we know that it would be as good as lost canonically -- they cannot reach the surface, and therefore have no method of retrieving any objects lost in this manner.

In my initial ramble about this, the example I used was this: Young children clearly exist on Skyloft, and typically children enjoy playing with things and imitating their parents. I'm sure most people have had an experience in which a young child has either destroyed or lost money. If there's one toddler that has the idea to start chucking money over the edge, they could potentially even wreck the economy depending on the current finite amount of rupees available on Skyloft and the amount of which is being thrown off. Basically, the economy of Skyloft could be wrecked by a child.

They could potentially use something other than rupees as money, but options here are pretty much nonexistent -- what would they use? The amount of resources they'd have to use to produce money simply wouldn't make sense, seeing as they have limited resources -- which brings us to our next section.

Limited Resources

To add to the dubious monetary system of Skyloft, we have the very clearly limited resources. They live on floating islands. In the sky. With no access to the greater world below. They have very limited room for production. Even with the small canonical population of Skyloft (we're strongly going to assume that the npcs present in SkSw are not the extent of the sky's population, however, because otherwise they'd be competing with the lines of the european royalty), managing food would be a large and very important undertaking. In order to keep myself going a rant worthy of its own post, I won't be going too into depth on how they would make use of the land for survival. All that is needed to know is that food is very much limited and also, obviously, essential for survival.

When looking at an isolated community like this, food would likely be the most important part of life on Skyloft. If food isn't available, you die. Given that it is so important to have food in this situation, it would be a reasonable assumption to have a community in which everyone works to ensure the production of food. With these circumstances, the private ownership (for profit) of gardens is both unrealistic and extremely unethical. Farmers could charge a premium for food, making themselves extremely wealthy, and everyone else would be forced to pay these rates in order to survive.

Summary of Canonical Issues

Basically, we have this community in which resources are vastly limited, obtaining replacements for lost money is more-or-less out of the question, and the community would likely be all working together for the collective benefit of said community. In this context, having both money and capitalism make very little sense, and capitalism on its own is horribly unethical.

Potential Solutions

The full scope of world-building solutions to the "look at it wrong and it crumbles" situation of Skyloft gets into far more than the economy, and this post particularly was spawned from a conversation about Skyloftian food production. This will be pretty much a summary, but if I get around to making a separate post for the food and resources of Skyloft, I'll link it here and reblog this with a link as well. Anyways.

The conclusion I eventually came to falls into socialism. There's not really a central government on Skyloft, so production would be in the hands of the community at large. They would all be working for the benefit of one another and continued survival of their civilization, and seeing how essential food is, wages wouldn't really be a factor either -- you garden, or you die. This eliminates the need for money, as essential goods can be obtained via working for them and contributing to the community. Outside of essentials, any luxury items could be obtained through the trade of items or skill, which would make sense. Someone who is, for example, a woodcarver, could want silk from a weaver. Instead of paying in money, which wouldn't serve any purpose outside of luxury items, they could instead carve something for the weaver. This continues to promote the learning and use of specialized skillsets while avoiding the money conundrum. Plus, seeing as Skyloft would likely be tightly knit as a community, it fits far nicer than charging your neighbor ridiculous prices.

Also, as a bonus thought, Rupees would probably just be seen as gemstones on Skyloft. They could be used by craftsman or as decoration. I'm at a loss as to how to end this post, because I pretty much summed up the bulk of everything I could without going on wild tangents, so I leave you with this:

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Written In The Stars CXC (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Once again I cried a little writing the first part of this -Danny

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Warnings: Greyback’s here. Gross and violent manhandling.

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Chapter Twenty-Four: Potterwatch.

"I told you not to look for me."

"Yeah well, I'm of age and you're dead, so what can you do about it?"

"I don't like your tone, girl."

"And I don't like my situation," Mel frowned. "Please dad, there must be something else you're not telling us..."

"I can't help you understand death. It's got to be something you find out on your own. Or Harry, in this case."

"Maybe I should've called for Sirius," She responded childishly.

"You think he would give you a shortcut?" Matthew smirked. "Fat chance! The only reason he helped you during your fifth year was that he knew he would annoy the others by doing so. He was a big child, Sirius was, but he won't tell you anything now."

"You know, I used to think you were the cool parent."

"Nah, I was always bound to be the stuck up one," He retorted. "Now, we can keep fighting the rest of the night, or you can let me go and actually do something of use, like helping Harry control his new wand."

"Wait!" She pleaded. "There's something I need to ask you... something I haven't told you about."

"Go on, then."

She told him about Remus and the argument they'd had months ago, Matt listened intently, his brows knitting together in concentration.

"...I don't know if I did the right thing but... but you think he did wrong, right?"

Matthew took a moment before replying.

"I can't say I'm pleased with how any of you acted. Remus was my best friend, Mel. He brought you up—"

"He merely looked after me—"

"Remus did way more than I could," Her father stated bluntly. "Yet you think of me as your father, even though I wasn't there."

"You didn't mean to leave me!"

"Really?" Matthew raised a brow. "I had plenty of chances to go back and look after you, I hated my father my whole life because he refused to call me his son, yet I would leave you every day unprotected—"

"It was the right thing to do."

"I reckon that's exactly what Remus thought when he left Tonks," He shrugged. "You can't hold everyone to your standards, that's what privileged people do. If you think that the world can only exist as you perceive it, then you're no better than a Death Eater."

Her mother and uncle really weren't lying when they'd told her Matthew never held his tongue for anyone, that also seemed to include his own daughter.

"I'm not trying to upset you," He sighed. "There are many things I wished I could talk about with you— wish I could help you learn stuff... but I died young, I'm not wise. The answers you're looking for? No matter how many times you bring me back, you won't find them in me."

"I know that..." She lowered her gaze. "It's still nice, you know? I thought I would never be able to talk to you, but here you are..."

"No," Matthew's hand reached out to grab hers, but it went right through. She couldn't feel a thing. "I'm not here, darling."

She didn't move her eyes from the place where his hand had gone through. Without really knowing why, she started crying.

"No, Mel..." The young man lamented, his face overflowing with anguish. "Talking to me only hurts you. I don't want you to live like this, my love. As I'm sure Harry would hate to see you talking to his ghost for the rest of your life. He wouldn't want that for you, would he?"

"No," She pouted. "He'd probably tell me he sacrificed himself so I could be happy just like you did... he would suffer a lot if I forced him to come back this way... am I hurting you?"

"I can't feel pain," He explained, "and I love talking to you, but we both know it's not healthy. My distress comes from knowing I can't share your pain, I'm not human anymore."

"I don't want to say goodbye..."

"Then don't."

"What do I say, then?"

Matthew thought about it for a moment.

"I never said goodbye to your mother, I'd say how much I loved her instead. That way my last words would always be how I felt for her. I always thought that was so much better than a plain farewell."

"It is," Mel cleaned her face with the back of her sleeve.

"You want me to go first?" The girl nodded. "Alright... I feel for you beyond human comprehension, my girl. I loved you even before I met you, I loved you during the brief time I got to spend with you, I love you now, and I'll love you way after we're both gone. I couldn't care less about our family's past because you're our future, and you're the most amazing witch the world has ever seen."

Mel laughed through her tears, joy and sadness mixing together. She stared at him intently, trying to memorize his young features. He must've been around the same age Fred and George were now when he died, he certainly appeared to be as young as them, and it shocked her, it broke her heart, because her father looked like he could've been one of her friends. 

"I know we've only spoken twice," She said hoarsely, "but you would've been a wonderful father. I never knew it was possible to grow attached to someone so quickly until now... I'll always be proud of being yours. I promise I won't waste the time I have left, however long that is."

"Until the very end," Matthew smiled. "We'll see each other again, kid."

"Hopefully not too soon," She finished.

Things started to look up when Mel finally came around. Her father had been right about everything except one thing: Their talks had been of use. She realized that mourning Harry while he was still right next to her made no sense, he'd said it before as well, when he opened the snitch. If time was the only thing they had, then they had to use it wisely.

She insisted on Gringotts being one of the places where Voldemort was keeping his Horcruxes. Ron would help her try and plan a way to get in mostly because he was eager to keep the positive energy alive. Harry was a bit sulky after their visit to Lovegood, he'd been trying to convince them to go to Hogwarts and take the wand.

Mel knew it was too risky, the barriers were probably under strict protection, they couldn't apparate or enter by foot, even if they did manage to get in, they had no way of opening Dumbledore's grave without getting unwanted attention.

One evening during March, Ron called for them to listen to Potterwatch together, he'd been trying to find the channel for a while now, and it seemed that this time he'd finally succeeded.

"...apologize for our temporary absence from the airwaves, which was due to a number of house calls in our area by those charming Death Eaters."

"But that's Lee Jordan!" Hermione gasped.

"I know! Cool, eh?"

"...now found ourselves another secure location, and I'm pleased to tell you that two of our regular contributors have joined me here this evening. Evening, boys!"

"Hi."

"Evening, River."

"'River' that's Lee. They've all got code names, but you can usually tell—"

"Shh!"

"But before we hear from Royal and Romulus, let's take a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network News and Daily Prophet don't think important enough to mention. A goblin by the name of Gornuk was reported as dead. It is believed that Muggle-borns Dirk Creswell, Ted Tonks, Dean Thomas and a second goblin had been travelling with him and may have escaped. If they're listening, or if anyone has any knowledge of their whereabouts, your families are desperate for news."

"Erick hid them in one of his properties," Mel said quickly, noticing Hermione's expression. "Don't worry, I'm sure the news are a little behind..."

"...authorities are attributing their deaths to a gas leak, but members of the Order of the Phoenix inform me that it was the Killing Curse—more evidence, as if it were needed, of the fact that Muggle slaughter is becoming little more than a recreational sport under the new regime. Finally, we regret to inform our listeners that the remains of Bathilda Bagshot have been discovered in Godric's Hollow. The evidence is that she died several months ago. The Order of the Phoenix informs us that her body showed unmistakable signs of injuries inflicted by Dark Magic."

"Merlin, they're really keeping a good track on things, aren't they?" Mel raised a brow. "Impressive..."

"Listeners, I'd like to invite you now to join us in a minute's silence in memory of Bathilda Bagshot, Gornuk, and the unnamed, but no less regretted, Muggles murdered by the Death Eaters."

They obeyed Lee's gentle voice, once the minute passed, he continued.

"Thank you. And now we can return to regular contributor Royal, for an update on how the new Wizarding order is affecting the Muggle world."

"Thanks, River."

"Kingsley!"

"We know!"

"Muggles remain ignorant of the source of their suffering as they continue to sustain heavy casualties— However, we continue to hear truly inspirational stories of wizards and witches risking their own safety to protect Muggle friends and neighbors, often without the Muggles' knowledge. Rumours about a secret organization helping muggle-borns to escape the country—"

"That's Erick's group!" Mel said excitedly.

"...I'd like to appeal to all our listeners to emulate their example, perhaps by casting a protective charm over any Muggle dwellings in your street. Many lives could be saved if such simple measures are taken."

"And what would you say, Royal, to those listeners who reply that in these dangerous times, it should be 'Wizards first'?"

"I'd say that it's one short step from 'Wizards first' to 'Purebloods first,' and then to 'Death Eaters.' We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is worth the same, and worth saving."

"Excellently put, Royal, and you've got my vote for Minister of Magic if we ever get out of this mess! And now, over to Romulus for our popular feature 'Pals of Potter.'"

"Thanks, River."

Ron started to speak at the same time Mel gasped loudly.

"We know it's Lupin!" Hermione scowled. "Shut up!"

"Romulus, do you maintain, as you have every time you've appeared on our program, that Harry Potter and Mel Dumbledore are still alive?"

"I do. There is no doubt at all in my mind that their death would be proclaimed as widely as possible by the Death Eaters if it had happened, because it would strike a deadly blow at the morale of those resisting the new regime. 'The Boy Who Lived' remains a symbol of everything for which we are fighting: the triumph of good, the power of innocence, the need to keep resisting."

"And what would you say to Harry and Mel if you knew they were listening, Romulus?"

"I'd tell them we're all with them in spirit... And I'd tell them to follow their instincts, which are good and nearly always right. Well, I mean, one of them is a Dumbledore after all. Little can beat the sharp mind they've got."

The hollowness that had settled in her heart after her last talk with Matthew suddenly vanished. Her father's words coming back to her with such clarity it was as if she was looking into her Pensieve:

"He brought you up."

Pride swelled in her chest.

"...and our usual update on those friends of Harry Potter's who are suffering for their allegiance?"

"Well, as regular listeners will know, several of the more outspoken supporters of Harry Potter have now been imprisoned, including Xenophilius Lovegood, erstwhile editor of The Quibbler."

"At least he's still alive!" Ron exclaimed.

"We have also heard within the last few hours that Rubeus Hagrid, well-known gamekeeper at Hogwarts School, has narrowly escaped arrest within the grounds of Hogwarts, where he is rumored to have hosted a 'Support Harry Potter' party in his house. However, Hagrid was not taken into custody, and is, we believe, on the run."

"That sweet, foolish man!" Mel lamented.

"...I suppose it helps, when escaping from Death Eaters, if you've got a sixteen-foot-high half brother?"

"It would tend to give you an edge. May I just add that while we here at Potterwatch applaud Ha- grid's spirit, we would urge even the most devoted of Harry's supporters against following Hagrid's lead. 'Support Harry Potter' parties are unwise in the present climate."

"Indeed they are, Romulus, so we suggest that you continue to show your devotion to the man with the lightning scar by listening to Potterwatch! And now let's move to news concerning the wizard who is proving just as elusive as Harry Potter. We like to refer to him as the Chief Death Eater, and here to give his views on some of the more insane rumors circulating about him, I'd like to introduce a new correspondent. Rodent?"

"'Rodent'?"

"Fred!" The four friends exclaimed in joy.

"No—is it George?"

"It's Fred, I think," Ron turned to her. "You used to snog him, you should know!"

"What kind of logic is that?" Mel huffed, after a second, she heaved a sigh. "Yeah... that's Fred."

"...I'm not being 'Rodent,' no way, I told you I wanted to be 'Rapier'!"

"Oh, all right then, 'Rapier,' could you please give us your take on the various stories we've been hearing about the Chief Death Eater?"

"Yes, River, I can. As our listeners will know, unless they've taken refuge at the bottom of a garden pond or somewhere similar, You-Know-Who's strategy of remaining in the shadows is creating a nice little climate of panic. Mind you, if all the alleged sightings of him are genuine, we must have a good nineteen You-Know-Whos running around the place."

"Which suits him, of course," Kingsley retorted. "The air of mystery is creating more terror than actually showing himself."

"Agreed. So, people, let's try and calm down a bit. Things are bad enough without inventing stuff as well. For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill people with a single glance from his eyes. That's a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the last thing you ever do."

Harry laughed out loud, it was really nice listening to the sound again after so long without it.

"And the rumors that he keeps being sighted abroad?" Lee questioned.

"Well, who wouldn't want a nice little holiday after all the hard work he's been putting in? Point is, people, don't get lulled into a false sense of security, thinking he's out of the country. Maybe he is, maybe he isn't, but the fact remains he can move faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo when he wants to, so don't count on him being a long way away if you're planning to take any risks. I never thought I'd hear myself say it, but safety first!"

"Thank you very much for those wise words, Rapier! Listeners, that brings us to the end of another Potterwatch. We don't know when it will be possible to broadcast again, but you can be sure we shall be back. Keep twiddling those dials: The next password will be 'Mad-Eye.' Keep each other safe. Keep faith. Good night."

"Good, eh?" said Ron beaming.

"Brilliant," Harry agreed, he placed one hand on her knee and squeezed lightly.

"It's so brave of them," Hermione beamed. "If they were found..."

"Well, they keep on the move, don't they? Like us."

"You think my uncle moved back with Tonks?"

"It sure sounds like it, he wouldn't be working with the Order if he'd decided to leave, right?" Ron replied. "And I mean, that thing he said about you being right... to me that means he's decided to listen to you."

"But did you hear what Fred said?" Harry questioned. "He's abroad! He's still looking for the Wand,  he hasn't found Grindelwald!"

"Harry—"

"I'm not saying we should go to Hogwarts, I'm just happy to know Vol—"

"HARRY, NO!"

"—demort hasn't found the wand!"

Someone apparated outside the tent with a loud crack.

Ron jumped to his feet, he started to whisper frantically. "We have to put up the protection again—"

The Sneakoscope went mad before they could stop it. Ron pressed the button in his Deluminator and the light went off, Mel flicked her wand and the Sneakoscope stopped moving.

"Come out of there with your hands up!" Demanded a man's voice. "We know you're in there! You've got half a dozen wands pointing at you and we don't care who we curse!"

Hermione pointed her wand towards Harry and he was thrown backwards, then she pointed the wand at her and did the same, Mel collapsed in pain. She felt someone drag her outside the tent, Hermione close behind her.

"Get—off—her!" Ron shouted, someone punched him.

"No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!"

"Your boyfriend's going to have worse than that done to him if he's on my list! Delicious girl... what a treat... I do enjoy the softness of the skin..."

Anger and horror filled Mel's body completely: This was Fenrir Greyback's group.

"Search the tent!" Someone threw her to the ground, Greyback crouched next to her. "Now, let's see who we've got... a big girl here... what happened to you two, uglies? I'll be needing butterbeer to wash these ones down..."

They didn't reply.

"I said," Greyback kicked Harry, she felt the pain in her own stomach. "what happened to you?"

"Stung... Been Stung" Harry grunted.

"Yeah, looks like it," A stranger's voice agreed.

"What's your name?" Greyback sneered.

"Dudley."

"And your first name?"

"I—Vernon. Vernon Dudley."

"Check the list, Scabior... what about your friend?" said Greyback.

"Daphne Greengrass," She groaned, praying for Daphne to be far away from the country.

"A Greengrass!" He laughed. "Daddy won't be proud..."

"And what about you, ginger?"

"Stan Shunpike."

"Like 'ell you are! We know Stan Shunpike, 'e's put a bit of work our way."

They kicked him in the face.

"I'b Bardy," He grunted. "Bardy Weasley."

"A Weasley? So you're related to blood traitors even if you're not a Mudblood. And lastly, your pretty little friend..."

"Easy, Greyback."

"Oh, I'm not going to bite just yet. We'll see if she's a bit quicker at remembering her name than Barny. Who are you, girly?"

"Penelope Clearwater," She replied shakily.

"What's your blood status?"

"Half-Blood."

"Easy enough to check. But the 'ole lot of 'em look like they could still be 'ogwarts age—"

"We'b lebt!"

"Left, 'ave you, ginger? And you decided to go camping? And you thought, just for a laugh, you'd use the Dark Lords name?"

"Nod a laugh—Aggiden."

"Accident? You know who used to like using the Dark Lord's name, Weasley? The Order of the Phoenix. Mean anything to you?"

"Doh."

"Well, they don't show the Dark Lord proper respect, so the name's been Tabooed. A few Order members have been tracked that way. We'll see. Bind them up with the other prisoner!"

They were roughly put away, then Harry whispered.

"Anyone still got a wand?"

"No."

"This is all my fault. I said the name. I'm sorry—"

"Doesn't matter now," Mel whispered. "We have to think of a way to get rid of—"

"Harry? Mel?"

They froze.

"Dean?"

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Thoughts and Reaction to WISHMAKER

Oh I'm so excited about this one! Marinette's little soft looks she gives Adrien in recent episodes before snapping herself out of it is adorable. Not overwhelming, just nice. Poor Adrien doesn't know what he wants to do. But the thing that hurts me most (probably because I was always in the same position he is in, so understand more than hurt from it) is the fact he thinks that with Ladybug adding more people to the team, he won't be needed and thus won't be Chat Noir anymore. OOOF it hurts! Poor Adrien doesn't realize that if Ladybug didn't give these Miraculous out, Shadow Moth would've gotten their Miraculous from them a long time ago. I rewatched all episodes out now in chronological order, and it's so obvious she cares about him and could not be able to do what she does without him. What needs to happen is for her to not only tell him that, but express it somehow for him to believe it.

"Come on, Plagg. It's time to start thinking about our future." OUR future. He's including Plagg in that future. Good! I definitely understand what this episode is trying to get across about jobs and careers, but a majority of people can't and never end up doing a job or career they love and gives meaning. Some struggle just to find something they can do with their circumstances, much less something that'd make them happy. A very good message though to encourage young kids to look into many interests and try to find what you enjoy to life to end up doing that makes an impact on the world to spread the positivity and happiness. Hey hey hey Alec, how dare you go after Andre the Ice Cream Maker?! But good on him for not letting it affect him at all, he's doing what he loves so the criticism doesn't matter. "Pistachio and pecan for the clear-sighted young man!" "Who? What young man?" "Hello Marinette." I love Luka so much and Andrew's voice is so smooth. x3 I've wanted to learn the violin for years, I have one, but have never been able to do much with it. Luka having and playing his violin makes me incredibly happy (and adore him even more). "Whoa. You definitely have a gift for finding the right words at the right time." "Adrien." "Ah, well, most of the time." LOL But this entire scene. Luka saying you haven't told him about your feelings have you, her noticing he's sad, and Luka being like let's go talk to him and help him then! Just. AWWW! Poor Adrien has so much pressure to find something he wants to do or his dad will make him do what he wants instead. That's going to make it even harder for him to find something... I remember a spoiler from a long time ago, of Adrien baking with Marinette. What if he finds he loves it when that happens, and it's what he wants to do? :o Ahahahaha when Luka goes and sits next to Adrien, Adrien looks up at Marinette expectantly to sit down too. Probably thought by him. but she went the safe route and went next to Luka. xD Adrien, thinking he knew what Luka and Marinette want to do. Luka knows what he wants but it isn't what Adrien or the rest of us thought. Marinette thought she knew but now she's not sure at all. So all three are kind of confused and it's complicated. Life's complicated. Have you noticed, this is the most honest Marinette and Adrien have ever been about something so deep and personal to them? And they're able to do it around each other. Because Luka's there. He's like their emotional guide to help bring them closer and I love it. "Nothing, my mind is empty!" "I'm completely lost!" - Marinette and Adrien say together. Dang. When Luka explains Marinette and Adrien's "inner music" that felt like the most deep and personal scene this show has ever had. "You two will eventually find what's already in front of you," he says before he knew. As they look at each other. Oh lovely foreshadowing moment here. "But you can't hear it clearly, just let the melody flow." In other words, let things happen as they should. Don't force anything. If it feels right to do something, do it. If it doesn't, don't. Wow that violin is so beautiful. Adrien and Marinette's reactions in

sync, the surprise at the tune, the contentedness, and wordlessly looking at each other before getting up and sitting closer. Such a beautiful scene, this has me in awe honestly. "I've wasted my life!" oh I'm sure that hit hard with some of us older viewers. :c I have trouble sometimes not thinking this way, but there's always still time to change how things are. I love that everyone's dreams are either sweet and positive or just plain silly. Like CrocoJagged.

Hey, hi there, son! I absolutely lost it LOL this was brilliant! And the way he runs away on his hind legs it's too much XD "Hey Adrien, go hide behind that tree!" and then he drags Marinette along to hide her. So funny he's the one taking control in this situation. He's really shown his superhero potential in this and Optigami, even when not suited up. oooh Marinette wasn't where he brought her. That was sus. "HEEEELP I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SWIM!" "If we get hit, we'll reveal our secret identities!" "What do you mean, m'lady?" "When I was six I wanted to be the Knitting Fairy, and the Knitting Fairy didn't wear a mask!" The fact she's distracted and Chat Noir had to be paying attention to pull her to safety was such a Ladybug move. What do you mean you're not needed, Chat?! Obviously you are! Also she's giving you information about herself! LISTEN. She never used to and doesn't have to tell you these things, she's choosing to! And she even asked about you and your childhood! "You must have just forgotten!" or didn't have one. I honestly didn't have a dream as a kid, either. I don't know, I never wanted to grow up and be anything in particular that I thought I could do. I didn't have wishes of things I wanted to do for fun much either. I don't know why exactly, but I had a dad that's enough like Gabriel so maybe that's why. (My sister proceeded to tease me about being a sentimonster, since there's that "Adrien's a sentimonster" theory going around). "But Dad, crocodiles know how to swim..." "I didn't when I was a kid!" THIS SCENE XDD I love it! "If Chat Noir and I get hit, you must come back to this exact moment." Yeah it was at that point my suspicions of Luka finding out about them both seemed to be very likely to happen. "Nobody can know about our secret identities." At this point I was going omg omg omg omg the entire time lol The fact that Adrien would decide to have his identity revealed so he could learn more about himself to help him in the future. o.o This poor boy! And here's Luka finding out about Marinette being Ladybug! The dramatic zoom in! Viperion goes "Marinette?!" literally with Chat less than a foot away and he doesn't even budge. He's really that sad he's not even paying attention to what's going on Dx Okay, Ladybug calling on her Lucky Charm just to have the plushie squeak in her hand got me lol "My childhood dream is being what my parents wanted me to be!" Adrien seems happy. And he's himself, it looks like, so I don't know if we just got it cut off short or if he is exactly what his parents wanted him to be, so he's happy knowing that information?

This back and forth between a serious moment and a hilarious one! Shadow Moth's horrified Adrien's Chat Noir lolol not even the same kind of reaction that was in Chat Blanc when he found out . Okay but back to Luka. I think he was much too far away to hear what Adrien was actually saying, but he can see that it's Adrien standing where Chat Noir was.

He sees Adrien's where Chat Noir was.

The realization that Chat Noir is Adrien.

Understanding exactly what it means for Marinette to be Ladybug and Adrien to be Chat Noir. It's interesting how the people of Paris were able to still have jobs that was as close to their childhood dreams as possible. The man that wanted to be Santa makes toys. Mr. Banana wanted to be a cucumber and while he's not one, he wears a Banana suit every day. Jagged wanted to be a crocodile so the closest he could get was to have one as a pet. Marinette wanted to be the Knitting Fairy and look at all she can knit and sew! Alec: "When I was a kid, I just wanted people to be happy!" so sad that his bullying made him want to make others miserable instead. But it's nice that he wants to start now trying to make others smile and be happy c: "Sorry Alec, but when you're a superhero, even your dreams have to remain a secret." But she told Chat Noir hers. If that's not her going in the direction of outright telling him who she is....! Please let Luka be the one to help Ladybug with Chat Noir and Adrien with Marinette. Please. They need it. They have to have Ladybug realize her feelings for Chat and be willing to tell him everything. And they need Adrien to open his eyes and realize his feelings for Marinette. Once those things happen, they'll be okay. Except Adrien still doesn't know what his dream is because that was taken away by Second Chance. Personally, I think his dream of wanting what his parents wanted him to be, is what he already is. He just doesn't know it. As for his future, that can be up to him to start finding! "Thanks to you, our secret identities were persevered and nobody discovered who Chat Noir and I really are..... uh, not even you, right?" "Not even me. Luckily Wishmaker never hit you or Chat Noir." LIES Funny that he was "Truth" before, but now he's spitting lies. HOWEVER don't worry, I understand very much why he's lying and with the way Marinette is, this would be something she'd worry about and obsess over and Luka doesn't want that for her. He knows he can handle it, and she'll find out about it later when she's meant to. I just think it's ironic and funny lol And ooooof the way Luka's face fell after she left. Poor bb. "It was nothing, Marinette. You know you can always count on me." Luka's going to be Marinette and Adrien's best friend in a way that Nino and Alya just can't be. I can feel it. "We're all okay. Thanks to Ladybug and Chat Noir."

Oh. Oh you dorks! It's like they somehow know deep down they're Ladybug and Chat Noir with that look at that line. They're looking at each other like they know to some extent... I'm sure nothing happened in an episode we have yet to see but, it feels a bit weird, don't you think? "I may not remember my childhood dreams, but that's okay! It's time to focus on the future and find my inner music, like Luka said!" AWWW good for you my precious sunshine boy! Keep being you. Also Adrien's disturbed look at Plagg killed me again.

Marinette: "I'll do it all! .... I'll be Luka's best friend and I'll love Adrien!" Yeah see, that's it! You guys are best as best friends, and Luka will one day find someone else and he'll be happy to have you as his best friend when that time comes too. As far as all the other stuff, that sounds very busy and exhausting, but if it makes her happy! "How can you love other people if you don't love yourself?" Oh dang, that's such a good line to have put in this show honestly! Nicely done. So this is definitely one of if not my favorite episode. Chat Blanc's been my favorite but this is at least up there with it! There's so much to take from this episode, and so much that can come from this episode's events that I'm both extremely excited and scared to find out what happens next.

[jjaeong]

The Heiress, And The Twelve. Act I.

Episode IV: Courage, Is Not The Absence Of Fear.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: OT12 & Mafia Heiress Female Reader.

Summary: The esteemed guests had finally paid the Y/L/N Family a visit, to which the members could have never expected the reason exactly as to why. But along with the confusion that their visitors had brought with them, was at the price of something shifting within Y/N at the situation she had been put up to.

[TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE, INVOLVES MENTION OF BLOOD AND WEAPONRY. READ UNTIL 9’S PHONE CALL IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS.]

“Have you ever heard of the story about felines predicting catastrophes before humans could even detect them?”

Hyunjin stared blankly at the man that walked in front of her with his hands held behind his back, a serene expression set on his features as his eyes gazed over to the blooming flowers that had surrounded his garden. At each exit of the field, several men in black suits had stood to guard them while the young girl with the oversized yellow cardigan tailed behind the tall man whom had graying strands on his hair, to which oddly made him seem much more wise than he was ought to be. But Hyunjin found that idea false, for the man that had stood in with his back turned to her had always spoke with a heavy tone in his voice—as if he had thoroughly picked through each of his sentences with extra thought, it was the exact reason why she’d allowed herself to become a part of their Family, after all.

“I’ve heard of it once, from Yves-unnie.. I think. When she was sitting by the courtyard.” the man hummed in response, stopping in his tracks and turning to face the thin tree that had stood next to him—eyes examining the flowers that had bloomed from them before smiling softly and looking down at Hyunjin.

“When I was around your age, my parents had always kept a few animals in the house—to the point of it looking almost like an animal sanctuary rather than a home to a Mafia Family,” Hyunjin’s eyes stayed locked on the tree as the man resumed his stroll, keeping enough distance to be able to listen to his story before she had rushed to follow after him, “it may sound odd—because what did you expect a house filled with hitmen roaming freely, fully armed at all times to look like—but you’d definitely not expect to find a deer to be standing by one of the ponds, drinking from it’s pool while a family of swans passes by and a butterfly sitting on top of one of it’s antlers..” the young girl tilted her head at the mention of the animals, feeling the weight that the memory had carried from how the man’s tone changed from simple reminiscing to the sudden somberness that had switched after he teased his Family’s lifestyle.

“One of my greatest friends, whom was also the Heir to his Family’s name always had this sparkle in his eyes whenever he’d visit, stating that how our Family had lived was so different compared to his—our home felt more of like a refuge than the active warzone that he had called his own,” Hyunjin’s lips pulled into a small smile just as the man peeked behind him to also smile at the girl, shrugging his shoulders before raising a hand to run his fingers through the flowers as the passed—something that Hyunjin followed as well but only by walking close to them and lifting her finger in an shy manner, “he’d always tell me that one day, he could only hope that he could build such peace with his Family—though he did wish that our Families had never split apart.”

“The separation between the Mun Family and Jin Family.” Hyunjin whispered, peeking over to catch a glimpse at the man as if he would confirm if her answer was correct—to which he did, nodding but pulling his hand back to rest behind him again as they strolled peacefully through the spring air.

“Our Families together ruled thousands of territories, commanded over millions of men—so much strength to which was soon overcome with overpowering ambition, the Jin Family never knew when to stop and so they brought it upon themselves to be left by another family whom had stayed true to their colors to this day.”

“Kim,” Hyunjin answered, more confidently this time. Her brows knitted in concentration as she recalled the notes that she had scattered all over her and Heejin’s bedroom floor, the older girl’s whining ringing in the back of her head as Hyunjin kept repeating keywords to herself as the other girl tried to sleep, “out of the three major Families, they’re the wealthiest when it comes to land and associates.”

“We don’t usually take sides, but if it comes to a war of some sort—they’d learn to lean on us, as we would to them.” the two then stopped in the middle of an empty pond, the only view from the structure was the flowing waterfall and several koi’s that had swam freely through the clear water.

“Before Jin had declared war against our Family—with Mother as the boss at the time—our home was attacked the night before, I was just about to go to bed after studying the entire day when this.. Yellow cat, a Maine Coon,” Hyunjin looked over to the man, finding his arms crossed but Hyunjin’s eyes locked onto the glimmering blue ring that was set in his finger—running a thumb on the gem as he looked at the pond as he recalled that night, “she had always sat on my Mother’s lap, but she’d always seem to have watched over me as I slept. And so on the night of the attack, she had woke me up by biting onto my finger until I had eventually awakened—with our people leading me out of my quarters just before I heard the gun shots start ringing.” the man turned to look down at the younger girl whom met his gaze half-way, the battered aura that the girl with wide eyes had usually carried was almost overshadowed by the amazement and curiosity that the girl had currently beheld.

“The yellow cat passed away just as I became boss, almost a year before my parents had passed due to old age. But those animals had aided me in my survival for my short-lived childhood, they were more of my allies than they were my parents’ pets.” Hyunjin tore her gaze away from the man to eye his ring that rested on his arm yet again, nodding in understanding before facing the pond with the man soon following after her.

“I see her in you, Kim Hyunjin,” the man couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh at how odd it sounded, the personification of the animal and to the child he had just been introduced to within the year—but he knew it to himself that he had to let the younger girl know, “I believe that you have the same gift as she did—though you haven’t entirely shown signs of it yet—you have the same spirit inside of you just waiting to be awakened. You’re a special girl, I hope you don’t ever forget that.”

Hyunjin felt her heart hammering against her chest as her eyes snapped back to what was currently happening in front of her, the voices she managed to tune out after they've entered through the doors, exchanged pleasantries pierced through her bubble of sudden recollection of the conversation between her and the past boss a few years ago. She scanned the men that had stood by the bottom of the steps, surrounded by over a thousand of your people as a man with a prince-like aura to him smiled cunningly at Haseul—almost trying his best to appeal to her for them to carry on with whatever they had wished to plead.

"My name is Joshua, and here standing beside me are my members—Jihoon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo—and our Heir, Lee Chan," Joshua gestured to the suit-clad men that stood behind him before placing a hand on Lee Chan's shoulder, the weight of his hand seemingly heavy as Joshua practically pulled him from where he stood to almost offer him to the Leader—something which Sooyoung visibly winced at and Haseul could only eye the group for, "he had ordered us to search the city, for a particular friend of ours that had been left.. Unhinged."

"Unhinged..? What do you mean?!" Sooyoung's commanding voice made Joshua falter in his position and had the Heir taking a step back, as if he was already cowering in fear when he felt a more gentler hands rest on his shoulders this time—the man with the long hair named Jeonghan smiled up at Sooyoung whom looked furious compared to the different sets of expressions that had been plastered on her members' features.

"We're not looking for any trouble, we're just here for our friend. We've come here to inform you of that."

"And you didn't consult us.. On the first day of your search?" Haseul slowly dragged, eyes moving from one member to another as she now had placed a hand on her hip, to which the tallest of the bunch—Mingyu—let out a nervous laugh that echoed through the tense atmosphere before making eye contact with Joshua who's eye could only twitch at him. He then shut his mouth and inched himself closer to a stone-faced Wonwoo, eyes dead set on Heejin who had refused to meet his gaze since they've entered the courtyard.

"And this friend of yours—you're certain that he's in this city?" Mingyu couldn't seem to keep himself neutral, nodding in an almost child-like manner as Haseul questioned them. Chan lifted his head to look grimly at Haseul's pondering gaze, he swallowed sharply just before pulling himself away from Jeonghan's hands, getting down to his knees and bowing down completely to the Leader, leaving everyone in shock at the pitiful scene.

"Dino—"

"Please help us, Y/L/N Boss! I'm begging you!" he cried, continuing to plead with his forehead against the gravel and his members stunned as they stood behind him. The smile plastered on Joshua's face slowly fell into a contemptuous expression as he stared down at his boss before he got down on his knees to completely face the man, placing his hands on his arms in attempt of getting him back up on his feet but the boss pushed him back with tears falling freely from his eyes.

"No! They'll kill him, Hyung! He's lost his mind but we can't just—he's still my brother!" Chan shouted at his member who slowly fumed at his boss' words, which made Mingyu quickly spring into action and grab ahold of Joshua as the man thrashed in his hold.

"That's what I'm trying to stop—you idiot! You think I want him dead!? He's as much of a brother to me as he was to you—"

"Shut up!" Sooyoung's voice cut through the heated argument before the boss and his member, leaving the two silenced in their positions as they glared harshly at one another. Sooyoung pinched the bridge of her nose before turning to Haseul who could only stare at the commotion in thought before she slowly ascended the steps and got onto Chan's level, the boss almost cowering in fear but the small smile that had graced Haseul's features had offered a slight ease to the man.

"This.. Brother of yours, do you have any idea where he could be right now?"

"Hyunjin!? What—hey! Unnie, help!" Sooyoung rushed to the other side of the entrance to where Heejin had practically held her best friend up on her feet, the men that had surrounded the meeting had pulled out their pistols and had them pointed at the members of the Lee Family. Haseul stood from her spot as Heejin and Sooyoung practically carried Hyunjin back into the Mansion with the Leader motioning for the goons to put their guns down—turning to look back down at the Lee Family with a completely blank expression on her face, asking them to follow her inside and talk to her about it in the lounge.

"Yah! Kim Hyunjin! You're crazy—get a grip!" Heejin's alarmed tone rang through Hyunjin's ears as the two members sat her down in the infirmary, one of the nurses that had been Kahei's pupil quickly excused herself at the sight of the three, knowing well enough that they were all capable of the same practices as she'd learnt from the Fifth girl—but if any of the three would be an exception in the art of medicine, it would be Ha Sooyoung.

"No, no—This isn't normal, Yves-unnie," Sooyoung placed her fingers over the girl's pulse on her throat as her other hand worked on checking her temperature then gently tugging down on the bottom lid of her eye, "Yves-unnie you have to listen to me, something's wrong—" Heejin had placed a bucket right next to Hyunjin just the girl looked just about ready to pass out. Sooyoung then told Heejin to grab the girl some water as she firmly held Hyunjin in place, not wanting to make the girl any dizzier in her already rattled state.

"Hyunjin, you need to breathe."

"I am! But please, call Jinsoul-unnie. Call her right now, this is—they're in danger! Unnie—just listen to me!" Sooyoung's eyes scanned the pleading girl's teary eyes, failing to find a hint of any uncertainty and so once Heejin had returned to the room, Sooyoung quickly instructed the girl to watch over her best friend before leaving the room and taking her phone out to dial Jinsol's number.

"Sol."

"Are you in the school right now?" Jinsol furrowed her brows at the question, pulling her phone away from her ear to stare at the caller ID that had clearly shown the number '9' before she pressed it back against her ear, looking down at the sandwich in hand and then the fast food place that had almost felt as if it was inviting her to buy more. Jinsol couldn't help but shake her head at the thought before sighing to herself, pulling the door open to let herself inside the car and shut the door behind her.

"No? It's my break time."

"Jinsoul—do you even know what the time is!?" the dark haired girl winced at Sooyoung's bitter tone as she started the engine and pairing her phone to the speakers, carelessly tossing it onto the empty passenger seat next to her before leaning back and unwrapping her meal.

"Isn’t it Y/N's third period? She's literally right across the hall from Gowon. She has it covered."

"That was over an hour ago! She's in the middle of fourth period right now!" Jinsol stared down at her meal for a moment before glancing at the clock on the dashboard that clearly said 11:12 instead of what she'd seen as 9:26 a few moments ago. The girl was slightly alarmed for a moment, only to remember that it basically meant you were in the middle of class—surrounded by civilians. 

They wouldn’t pick a fight with you there.. Right?

Jinsol quickly wrapped her sandwich before chucking it next to her phone and preparing to exit the driveway when Sooyoung told her that she was also on her way before she dropped the call.

Back in the school, Son Hyejoo was currently thinking about how she completely despised her Math teacher. Not only did the old lady had told her to stand in the back of the class when she asked Yerim if they had the same answers, but she also hated the woman for not letting her slide—not even once—about leaving her book behind when it was time for her class. Hyejoo could only walk down the halls of Blockberry High and make her way over to the lot, in hopes that her book was there—even if she didn't even do the damned assignment—just so she could continue sitting next to Yerim and watch the girl effortlessly solve the given problems, because watching the girl’s eyes light up was more entertaining than standing outside the hall until the class was dismissed.

The book had apparently manage to slide itself under her seat, most likely slipping out of her backpack that had always sat next to Yerim in the backseat—and though Hyejoo wouldn't call herself associated to any religion of some sort, she silently thanked whoever was watching her from up above as she shut the door of her car and started to make her way back to class.

And that's where she heard your voice.

“What do you want!?” you hissed harshly which made Hyejoo quickly duck against one of the cars closest to her, eyes setting on your fuming expression standing by the bench next to the vending machine as a tall figure wearing all black seemed to have took a slight step back, making him release your wrist that he had seemed to be holding as you clutched your arm to your chest, glaring at him. The man tilted his head to himself before looking back at you with an equally confused expression.

“What do.. I want?” he repeated slowly, furrowing his brows to himself as you stood there—not exactly knowing whether you should run or even attempt at a swing at the taller man—but you stood your ground, wanting to make sure he was gone before any of your members had caught up to what was happening and have the man even dare bring harm to any of them.

“I want power, of course. Enough for me and my members—and to command over fifty-thousand people..?”

“You’re stupid if you think killing a boss would mean you get to take over their Family.” you hissed as he looked at you like a kicked puppy, making him glance down—at what seemed to be a ring in his little finger that even Hyejoo can see from her hiding spot—before his expression snapped yet again to glare at you.

“You don’t know that! God, you all sound the same. You, Chan—I was the one that convinced them to let us go independent! Look where we are now!” his aggravated voice boomed through the lot, making you tense on your spot and take a cautious step back. Your eyes scanning the area for your members, finding Jungeun and Hyejoo’s cars that sat parked a few feet ahead of you which brought you an odd sense of comfort.

But it soon dissipated once it dawned into you that the owners were nowhere to be found.

One of them actually were, however.

“Alright then, I’ll take the lead.” your heart dropped the second your eyes followed the man's hand that had pulled a simple black pistol from behind him, his lips downturned as he popped the magazine to check if he had any bullets—giving you enough time to start running for your life—but instead, you stood there glued to your spot as he rolled his shoulders, smiling brightly at you and letting the nozzle rest in the middle of your temple.

“Now, be a good girl and take me to your members—” a blur of dark hair suddenly appeared from behind the unnamed man, the gun that was held against your forehead was quickly released into the air as the towering man flipped in his spot—falling head first onto the concrete behind him and was completely knocked unconscious before the gun slid a few feet away from him, with your eyes moving to settle on a familiar figure in front of you, eyes locked on the unconscious man with her hand gently holding onto your forearm as you stood there in shock.

"Hyejoo..? When did you..?" you barely even locked eyes with the younger girl when she was suddenly tackled onto the ground, the impact staggering you back in the process until you fell on your behind, watching the battle happening in front of you as you sat frozen in your spot. The supposed-to-be unconscious man had seemed to be aiming to grab ahold of Hyejoo by the neck, using his weight to keep the girl on the ground while his hands were being resisted by your member as she writhed under him. Your eyes quickly scanned for anything to help your member with—anything to knock the large figure that could’ve already ended the shorter girl under him if she weren’t trained—but as you did, your eyes kept flitting over to the pistol that had slipped from the man’s hold from earlier, your ears practically blocked out as the only thing you could clearly hear was the thudding of your heart in your chest.

"No! Y/N—look for Gowon-unnie! Gowon!" Hyejoo cried from her spot—as if the older girl was supposed to just appear out of nowhere once she called—when the man's fist had aggressively pulled back to swing itself onto the girl, aiming to hit her on the face but she managed to move her head the second it was supposed to land. His blood trickled down from his knuckles for them to meet Hyejoo’s cheek as she let out a piercing screech before starting to swing right back at him—landing a few solid strikes straight onto his dumbfounded state. You felt your heart falter at the possibility that the impact of his fist could've landed on the younger girl, making something inside of you snap and clambered to grab the pistol from the ground and stagger closer them, your hands shaking as you point pointed the weapon directly at the assailant with both hands supporting the weapon.

"Let go of her, or I swear—I will shoot." he stopped to look up at you from his position, the punches that Hyejoo had seemed to land on his face was evident at his busted brow and bloodied teeth as smiled ridiculously at you. Hyejoo had attempted another swing just as you had distracted him but he caught her fist without even looking down at her, continuing to maintain eye-contact with you in his bloodied state as he slowly started to laugh at the sight of you standing before him—hands shaking as you aimed his own weapon against him.

"You couldn't even move when I pointed a gun at you earlier—and you're telling me you'll shoot me? Go ahead, child, shoot me!” you swallowed thickly, clenching your jaw to will yourself into keeping the gun aimed at him but you couldn’t seem to ignore the sound of Hyejoo’s aggrieved grunts as she tried to get her hands out of his grip and the sight of her continued attempts at wriggling out of his weight.

“Hyejoo, I’ll get you out of there—”

“Shoot me or I swear—she’ll be unrecognizable by the time I’m done!” the last thing that had crossed your mind before you pulled the trigger was the members in your living room, the image of Sooyoung the first time she had told you that you could trust the members with your life—even though you’ve just met them. You could barely even feel the coldness of the weapon in your hands when several flashes of the members’ reassuring smiles directed to your clueless state when a bloodcurdling scream pierced through your senses, your eyes snapping over to the man you had managed to shoot just between his shoulder and his arm who had scrambled off of your member—panic setting in his features as he continuously muttered “no, no—I can’t die like this!” as he pressed a hand in his wound, shaken up by the sight of his own blood pooling across the sidewalk as he slowly seemed to be losing his consciousness in his spot.

"..Hey." your eyes snapped to the sight of a your bloodied member, the young girl eyeing you careful as you felt slight tug on the weapon you seemed to have kept in a tight grip. You let Hyejoo slip the weapon off your hands before watching the girl walk over to the frightened man—who raised a hand to beg for mercy—when the younger girl held the gun by the barrel to deliver a final blow through his insensible state, supposedly leaving him unconscious but it didn’t seem to be enough as he caught himself before he could fall on his front. Hyejoo then delivered a swift kick to his head that was surely enough knock him out for good just as a familiar blue car had just pulled over by the entrance of the school, the familiar figure of another one of your dark haired members quickly rushing over to the both of you with wide eyes as the pool of blood slowly spreading across the pavement.

"You're both.. Okay." Jinsol breathed in relief, a concerned expression on her face as Hyejoo wiped the drying blood stains on her cheek before turning to you and placing a hand on your forearm—cutting you out of your dazed state to look back at Jinsol’s uneasy gaze. You barely could move your head to nod in response but it seemed that the older girl got the idea, to which she just turned to face the unconscious man and reached over to grab his bloodstained hand— staring down at the ring in his finger with a indecipherable expression on her features before to whispering something under her breath just as several rushed footsteps made their way towards your group. You felt a hand pull you back and a figure quickly blocked you from the body in front of you, the blonde hair was enough for you to recognize that it was Jungeun as Jiwoo had seemed to have followed closely behind, turning to look at Hyejoo who wasn’t even looking at the the members—eyes directly trained on your still figure.

"Who did this!? Was it him!? Give me the gun Son Hyejoo!"

"No, Unnie—we're fine." the older girl moved to reach for Hyejoo’s face before deciding against it and pulling you in a tight embrace instead, the older girl cradling you at your motionless state. Chaewon, Yerim, and Yeojin had soon followed behind—the eldest of the three quickly grabbing ahold of Hyejoo by the shoulders to scan her for any injuries as the younger girl stood there with a pensive look on her face as she continued to stare at you.

"I don't understand—Hyejoo wasn't supposed to be here, if Hyejoo wasn't here.." Chaewon started, a gentle hand remained on Hyejoo's forearm before she turned to look at you with panic slowly settling in her features when Yerim gasped at the image that was set in front of you, her eyes moving to the gun that Hyejoo continued to hold by the barrel and piecing it together. She felt a slight tug on her shirt before turning to a guilt-ridden expression that had been on the youngest member’s state as she looked over to the vacant look that had set on your face as Jiwoo continued to hold you in her arms and tell you that you were alright.

"All of you, get yourselves back in Eden. Yves and I will get him medical attention when she gets here." Jinsol ordered from her spot, eyes moving to scan you and your members just as a familiar burgundy red sports car parked right next to Jinsol's at the front of the building. Sooyoung didn’t even shut her door before she had rushed over to where you stood in Jiwoo’s arms, the red-haired girl quickly taking you into her own as Jiwoo spotted her figure nearing the two of you. The older girl didn’t hesitate in reaching over and pulling Hyejoo in her other arm as well, just when her eyes started to tear up to which the younger girl couldn't help but groan at—slipping out of the older girl’s hold as you continued to be locked in Sooyoung's grip just as she had started to bawl her eyes out.

"Yves, he's bleeding out—we need to go."

"We'll be at Eden, Unnie. We'll be safe there! Please stop crying.." Jiwoo said from behind you, trying to console the older girl as she continued to stain your shoulder with her tears. Your arms gently reached over to pat the girl's back, your eyes finally willing themselves to take in your surroundings again as you watched Hyejoo and Chaewon walk over to Jinsol briefly—speaking to the woman whom had now held a hand against her forehead—before they nodding and making their way over to Hyejoo's car with Yerim and Yeojin. The two who you had just realized had been there the entire time held a disturbed expression in both of their faces, Yeojin looked just about as ready to leave with Hyejoo and the others.

They've most likely never experienced combat in a real setting before, just like you.

"Yeah, yeah—just give me a second," Sooyoung breathed deeply before pulling herself together, sniffling as her hands rested firmly on your shoulders—with you eyeing the distraught girl that looked as if she was going through an inner turmoil about the situation—making you reach over to fix her hair and give her what you could have only hoped was a small smile through your emotionless state, with a reassuring hand placed on her arm in front of you, "we'll settle this, so don't worry about it. Alright, Y/N?" you nodded in reply, not finding it in you to speak at all.

Sooyoung pulled away from you to face Jinsol, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand and wiping the tears in attempt to stop the continuous flow down her cheeks, completely turned away from you just as you felt a hand interlace with you—finding the usual bright smile wiped clean from Jiwoo's face, only to be replaced with a careful look as if sensing your delicate state. Your two older members lead you to Jungeun's car, with Jiwoo slipping herself with you in the backseat to just take you in her arms as Jungeun pulled out of the lot—with your eyes stuck on the image of Sooyoung and Jinsol quickly lifting the man by his arms to bring him to Jinsol's car just before they disappeared from your view.

You could barely feel a thing since the man had caught you by surprise, the image of his menacing smile stuck on a loop in your head as he pressed the nozzle against your forehead—the sound of the air being knocked out of Hyejoo's lungs when he tackled her down, the shot ringing through the lot just before Hyejoo pulled the gun away from you. Something has shifted just from the bloodied encounter, something you had somehow knew that you were going to stumble upon since you’ve joined the group—but you didn’t expect it to be so soon, for the situation to put you in such a spot that you could barely process fast enough what was happening in front of you. You didn’t know what came onto you, what made you even dare point a gun at a man just when he threatened a person you barely even knew.

But you’ve seen it, the way the members would lay their own lives in your stead—even Hyejoo whom you’ve never really exchanged a word with—something inside of you just clicked, a subconscious promise to offer your own life in also protecting theirs just as they would do to you. 

For now, you’re free to feel the heavy burden of your shattered morals.

For now, you’re allowed to grieve the loss of justified actions and put the safety of your members above all else.

For now, you mourn the death of Ha Y/N and fully embrace who you truly were.

Y/N Y/L/N, The Heiress.

Hi,

Any Carats following along with this series? I was a Carat way back in 2018 and I was juggling between Seventeen and Blackpink at the time. Actually searching up the members’ names was trippy because it’s just something you’d think that would stick with you for years. I think I liked them just when Oh My just came out—I’m sure that they’re my first big member group.

Wonwoo was my bias but before I left my boy-group agenda, I’ve been into DK. I’m proud of where they are now, and I’m honestly contemplating going back but I’m just so into LOONA that I don’t know how I’ll cope if I even miss a single release from them—even news from some TV program Chuu gets invited to lmao (we love a booked and busy queen though).

Anyways, where are the other members of the Lee Family? And how exactly will this play out with this crazed lunatic that tackled Hyejoo once he gets sent back to the Mansion? I have a few ideas already in mind~ And if I finish Act I before this month finishes.. Then what?

It’s getting crazier and crazier~

Oh, and Hyunhye FOTM today—I was writing this so I completely missed it but I read from orrery-nim for translations anyways, but I feel more pumped to write after that, oh boy..

This update was meant for tomorrow, but since Hyunjin breathed today I'll keep writing lmao the grip~

Laters,

JJ.

>ovc: V COOKIE (200213)

https://www.vlive.tv/post/1-18290715

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blueberry pancakes // bucky barnes

MASTERLIST

Description: A single mother. Juggling being a mom, a full time pediatrician, and a difficult ex who believed now would be the best time to finally be a father. A soldier ripped out of time. Ex-assassin turned superhero. Learning how to balance a new domestic life with handling demons of his past, while facing the trials of the future. a love story began over something as simple as chocolate chip pancakes with hidden blueberries.

Disclaimer: I do not own any original Marvel characters! All canon plots and canon characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. This is an original work. You may not publish it anywhere else

Status: Unedited

Note: Takes place after endgame. I have elected to ignore Tony's death and Steve's leaving. Did not happen. Quick Reminder! My works are only published here, AO3 and on Wattpad, thank you.

Chapter Twenty Four: The One Where He Snaps

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 3174

   Lily knew that Bucky had an unpredictable job. It wasn't a standard 9-5 with a set schedule for the rest of his time in the position like Lily. He didn't necessarily have 'vacation days', or time off. He was technically always on the clock or always on call. But she also knew that he was aware of how important promises were to her. And he had made one to her, and swore that there would be no interruptions. Lily was proud of him, and the job that he did, but the selfish part of her wished that just for one weekend, he wasn't a superhero. That he wasn't The Winter Soldier, and that he was just Bucky. Bucky Barnes, boyfriend to Lily Osborne. Male role model to Hunter Osborne. Even just someone who had a standard job, one that was like hers, 9-5, same work day everyday.

But she knew he loved what he did. And how it helped him satisfy that need for redemption because of his past. She respected that, but that selfish side of her just would not quiet as she stared at the man in front of her.

"Yeah...He's in the living room," she swallowed, shooting a glance over to the supersoldier, "Come on in Sam."

Lily did a sidestep and extended her arm to greet the other Avenger into the cabin. Her breathing had picked up slightly and her throat felt dry. If it were a simple mission, she was sure Sam would have just called. Even texted. Instead, he showed up in person, with a serious look. Something Lily wasn't used to seeing on him. Shutting the door, Lily spared another look at Bucky before walking into the kitchen, filling the kettle once again. Her movements weren't as flowy and graceful as usual, and followed a more so aggressive and clearly annoyed pattern. Anytime she placed something down, it held more of a strength. It didn't go unnoticed by Bucky either. He kept sending her apologetic eyes as him and Sam talked in hushed breaths.

After pouring Sam his tea, Lily placed a few of the cookies Bucky had picked up at the grocery store the night prior on a plate and walked back into the living room where they spoke. Handing Sam the mug, Lily avoided eye contact with the man she was meant to be spending a romantic weekend alone with. After placing the cookies on the table, Lily grabbed her coat and hat, slipped on her boots, and walked out the back door. She didn't intend to close the door as aggressively as she did, but her instincts took over.

Lily watched the sun dip briefly below the treeline as her breath danced in front of her. She cupped her hands around her own mug that she had grabbed before leaving the cabin, and processed what was happening. Bucky had sat before her the day before they left, and took her hands into his own, and swore that nothing would interrupt them. That he had made sure of it. That there were no missions that would require him or have anything to do with him for that matter. The blonde scoffed as she recalled the words, shaking her head and dipping it down lower, staring at her feet against the white of the snow on the deck.

The sound of the door opening behind her caused Lily to lift her head, turning it to glance at who was joining her. It was the opposite of what she expected. Sam stood there with a sorry look on his face, walking forward and leaning on the porch bannister next to the blonde. Neither spoke for a moment, and just stared out at the lowering sun. Her heart fell slightly when she realized Bucky didn't even come out to talk to her himself, and probably sent Sam instead.

"You know he doesn't want to go," Sam began, glancing over at her, "he just spent the entire time we talked begging me to take someone else."

"And why does he have to go?" Lily questioned, eyes not faltering.

"Sometimes some things won't rest easy. And have a habit of returning." Sam replied, folding his fingers together,

This caught Lily's attention. She turned her head to the superhero and placed her mug down on a clear part of the banister. Her blonde eyebrow cocked up as she studied the solemn and far off look in Sam's face. His eyebrows were furrowed and mind seemed to be racing, as if he was struggling to find the words. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the wooden banister, trying to silently coax the real reason with proper details from the typically blunt man. She had a way of doing it. It was something Bucky had coined 'the mother stare'. Anytime she gave it to Hunter, or even Bucky for that matter, whatever either may have been hiding came out within seconds. But Sam seemed to have more composure.

"I wish I could tell you, Lily," Sam continued, "I do. But with this...the less you know the better."

"Oh yeah, quite the way to comfort the girlfriend," Lily scoffed, turning her attention back to the treeline, "so what. I go back home and worry like the dotting girlfriend. What do I tell Rose? Gen? What am I supposed to tell my son." She snapped, voice coming out harsher than she expected it to.

"No." He stated simply.

Rolling her eyes, Lily turned to him once again, "No? What do you mean 'no', Sam?"

"You're not going home."

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She wasn't a violent or angry person. Farthest thing from it. Lily was docile, timid, and had a good control over her outward emotions. Especially that of anger or frustration. But lord did she want to absolutely lose it on both of the men that stood in the bedroom. Bucky hadn't spoken a word to Lily ever since Sam had arrived. Instead, he merely had a stone cold look on his face with eyebrows knitted together. Lily could barely look at him as she finished putting her duffel bag back together with the clothing she had packed for what she expected to be a romantic getaway for her and her boyfriend.

But even the most timid have a breaking point.

Throwing a shirt into her bag, Lily turned to Bucky, "So this is how it'll be hm? You just aren't going to tell me anything? Great. Now I have to pack up my son and everything and move into an Avengers Compound because of something I don't even know!" The blonde exclaimed.

Bucky nodded at Sam, and the latter left the room and shut the door behind him. Tears welled up in Lily's eyes as Bucky walked forward. He reached out to take her hands in his but she pulled them away, putting the last of her clothing into the bag and zipping it closed. The air in the room was heavy and thick, neither knowing what exactly to do or say. Lily was furious with the entire situation that was playing out, no even per say at Bucky as much anymore, just...everything. It had started perfectly, the weekend. They laughed and talked and learned even more about one another, only to have it end with her learning that she wasn't safe to be at her own house.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Buck," Lily sighed, dropping onto the quilt covered bed, "You promised me- "

"I know I promised you a work free weekend- "

"No!" She exclaimed, looking up at him, "You promised me we would always be safe. Always. That you wouldn't put us in danger in any way."

"Doll..."

"And why can't you tell me what is happening!?" She continued, "If this is putting my son in danger I have the right to know what's going on!"

Bucky moved the woman's duffle bag and took a seat on the bed next to her. She avoided his gaze, but his fingers tugged her chin to look at him. Tears fell down her cheeks, plump and swollen as she stared at him. Her nostrils flared and her eyes continued to water. There was so much going on in her mind that she could barely put into words. She had a suspicious hunch as to why they weren't telling her what was going on, but everything inside of her rejected the thought of it. She feared her parents had done something again, caused wreckage or hurt more people. The only thing that brought her slight comfort was the feeling of Bucky's rough fingers gripping her chin gingerly, staring into her glossy eyes.

"I think you know." Bucky whispered, wiping a tear from her cheekbone with his thumb.

She swallowed the lump that formed in her throat, and her eyes fluttered closed. Lily wished sometimes she wasn't as intuitive. The moment Sam told her that somethings don't rest easy, it had clicked in her head. They were trying to make sure that they didn't go for Lily or Hunter. From the previous run in, she figured it was more so for Hunter's safety and Lily's sanity. But that didn't stop the raging fire that burned deep within Lily's stomach. She wanted to help, because she knew her parents. She knew their personalities inside and out, and she knew that if anything, she could get through to her dad.

"What'd they do?" She choked out, opening her wet eyes.

"They escaped. And are partnered with an engineering firm that has been rumoured to be looking into genetic engineering and mutations using natural resources...something your parents are known for. The natural resources part." He added in the end, a weak smile forming on his lips.

"...how long will you be gone?"

"Not long."

-----

Lily stood outfront of the Avengers compound with a heavy heart. Two suitcases were gripped in her hands as she bit down on her bottom lip. Hunter and Rose apparently had already arrived, leaving Lily to be the last. Sam and Bucky stood behind her, the latter's arm wrapped around her waist. Lily hadn't said a word the entire way down from the cabin, mostly because she was mostly at a loss for words. Her chest was tight and throat felt ten times smaller, and her stomach had been in knots. Everything about the situation made Lily feel queasy, both with fear for Bucky, and anxiety about her family. She didn't know the extent of her parents' mercy, mostly because she hadn't even been aware of the devious things they had been engrossed in. But she felt that most of her worry about her family wasn't necessarily surrounding her parents, but Cedar. She knew her brother. She had helped raise him. Lily knew he wasn't truly capable of these things.

She wanted to help him most of all.

"Let me come with you." She blurted out, looking up at Bucky.

"What?" Bucky questioned, eyebrows furrowing.

"I know my parents. I can help. There won't be a need for violence, I can talk to them." She rambled, letting go of the suitcases and taking Bucky's hands into her own.

"No," he stated simply, shaking his head, "No you're not coming. Lily this isn't as easy as you think. You're staying here, you'll be safe here."

"They're my parents Buck!" Lily exclaimed, "I know them best. I lived with them for eighteen years of my life! I know how they think."

"She may have a point." Sam muttered, earning a deadly glare from the man in front of the blonde.

She knew it was a longshot, and it was most likely just the adrenaline talking. But Lily wanted to do something, instead of sitting at the compound like a sitting duck. Hiding away from her own family. She knew these people better than Bucky, or Sam, or anyone they're working with. Whether she admitted the slight neglectful nature they had, she knew who Alicia and Abel Osborne were, inside out. She knew her mothers ticks and her fathers nervous habits. She knew for a fact she could be an asset for the mission. Because she was an Osborne, the eldest one at that. The one who had been around her parents the longest, and coherently saw them at their lowest.

"No. No I'm not debating this, you're staying here," Bucky said once more, voice firm, "It's not safe. I won't let you be in harm's way. I promised you that."

"You also promised her a romantic weekend away." Sam chimed in.

Both Lily and Bucky turned to look at Sam with an expression of 'really?' printed on their faces. Sam simply shrugged and raised his hands innocently. Though the fact was true, it was not the right time for the comment. Lily raised her hand and whacked the man on the arm, shaking her head and turning her attention back to Bucky.

"You can't deny it's true. I know them, Buck. Better than anyone that will be on this mission."

"No, Lily. You're not coming. End of discussion." He concluded, turning and walking towards the compound, leaving Sam and Lily in the parking lot.

"And you sleep with him." Sam scoffed, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

Turning her head, Lily stared at him with the same expression she had given him earlier. Earning the exact same reaction. Shaking her head, Lily gripped her suitcases and followed Bucky towards the compound.

-----

"Why're we here?" Hunter asked as Lily finished unpacking her clothing. She knew he would ask, but honestly, Lily didn't really have an answer. What was she to tell a twelve year old who had already been through as much as he had? That his moms boyfriend was off to handle his grandparents evil and misguided antics?

Sighing, the blonde beckoned the boy over to her bed, taking a seat and opening her arms for him. Hunter sat beside her and curled into his mother's embrace. She figured he somewhat knew what was going on, and was simply looking for reassurance from his mother. But Lily could barely understand the situation herself. Bucky and the others were across the compound, discussing the mission, leaving Lily with the condensed amount of information she had managed out of her boyfriend. She looked down at her son and smiled with her lips pursed, running her hand through his hair.

"There's just some stuff going on right now buddy, and Bucky thinks it's safer if you and I stay here with Auntie Rose and Joey for a bit. Just to make sure no one gets hurt." Lily nodded, watching as his face fell once again.

"Why aren't you telling me?" He asked flatly, eyebrows furrowed.

She shook her head, "Hunter that's not fair. I'm trying to do what's best here. Just trust me, okay?"

"No!" He exclaimed, jumping to his feet, "Mom tell me! I deserve to know!"

"Do not raise your voice at me, Hunter," she replied, voice calm and collected, "Have I ever done wrong by you?"

"I don't know. You never really told me what happened between you and Dad. And I never asked. You never told me what's going on with Uncle Cedar. You didn't tell me what was happening with Grandma and Grandpa! Bucky has told me more about himself these last few months than you have in the past years!" He exclaimed.

An arrow shot itself into Lily's heart. Hunter was fairly open about what he was feeling, and not once had Lily realized these things plagued his mind. She felt that he wasn't old enough to know what was really going on with the things he had listed, but he was observant. He knew something was wrong. The tears that welled in his eyes made everything disappear around Lily. She had done that. It was her fault he was crying. Because she couldn't face the reality, therefore she couldn't tell her own son.

Standing, Lily reached for the boy, only to have him run out of the room towards his own across the hall. Lily stood in shock with her mouth open and jaw slacked. Tears brimmed her eyes as she stared at the door that had just been slammed, knowing what she had caused was standing behind it. Her heart violently shook along with her hands, mind going blank of all happiness and filling those voids with nothing but pain and regret. Why didn't she tell him? Was it because she was protecting him? Was it because she didn't think he could handle it? Or because she couldn't? Her knees feel weak and met with the hardwood of the floor beneath her. She grabbed at her chest and scratched the porcelain skin, attempting to halt her heart from the rapid beats that sounded like drums in her ears.

Lily really thought she had been a good mother. That her and Hunter had a good and open communication line. That there weren't any major issues beneath the seemingly perfect relationship. She hadn't seen just how much everything was hurting him. A part of her resented the fact that Bucky had been brought up, and the claims Hunter made. It broke her heart. She just wanted him to be okay, to not have to see the true evil in the world. But he saw anyways, sometimes more than she did. And Lily couldn't protect him from it, or hide it away.

She didn't even notice Joey enter her room and curl into her side, pawing at her thigh gently as a way to gain her attention. She instinctively dropped her hand to rest on his paw, the feeling of his fur soothing her slightly. But the heaving continued, and her throat felt tight and dry. Tears streaked her cheeks as she relived the words her son spat at her just moments before. She only snapped out of it when the cool feeling of metal rested on her cheek, snapping her out of the continuous loop.

"Doll, love what's wrong?" He whispered. But she couldn't speak. Words wouldn't form in her throat and her mind could barely function enough to even begin to think what she would say, "Baby I can't help if you don't talk to me."

Lily stared at his cool blue eyes, eyebrows furrowed and chest heaving. Small, inaudible noises escaped her mouth as she continued to dry heave. Bucky pursed his lips and stood, picking her up carefully and laying her on the bed. He knew not to push, and to simply sit there with her for a few minutes. He had shut the door behind him when he entered, and curled the blonde into his chest. His flesh hand stroked her hair as she buried her face deep into the crook of his shoulder, breathing in the woody and musky scent he had. Finally, she violently shook her head and sat up with a new mission in her head.

"I have to tell Hunter everything. He needs to know."

[kuronanox]

Second chance - Kensei Muguruma

Yes she knew Kensei was dead, yes she knew that Kensei would leave one day and yes she still allowed herself to get hurt by him.

"What's on your mind?" Kensei asks her one day as they laid on her bed. "It's nothing." She replied flatly back, afraid to show she was feeling down.

He grunts at her response and flips her body towards him. "Stop with the stubborn talk." His face filled with concern as she knits her brows at him.

"I just wanna sleep." (Your Name) argued back as Kensei clicks his tongue in annoyance before facing his back away from her. "Suit yourself then."

(Your Name) turned her back away as tears fell from her eyes. She tried her hardest not to make a noise but her body was shaking. Her sniffles made Kensei picked her body up so she was sitting on his lap.

Kensei demeanor now changed as he could see she was feeling down about something. "Hey baby what's wrong?" His voice showed no roughness as she covered her face with her hands.

"I'm fine." She replies not looking him in the eyes.

Gently he removes her hands away from her face as she looks down.

"(Your Name)." Kensei calls out moving the hair out of her face.

"You." (Your Name) started to say and continued. "You are going to leave me behind."

He let out a big sigh and brings her body to him in a big embrace. Although he wanted to comfort her Kensei knew every word she said were true.

Initially Kensei didn't want to be in a relationship with anyone let alone a human but he fell in love and it was crashing downhill fast. Every word he wanted to say were lies because he wanted to make her feel better, but he knew it would only hurt her more.

They lived in two different worlds. She would die as he stayed behind.

"Don't worry, I'll always be watching over you."

Those words were not enough for her.

"Go to sleep, it's been a long day." Kensei continues as she stayed silent. He lightly placed her down and switched to big spoon as he caresses her body. "Just relax and sleep."

The next morning he was gone, probably back at the base with his other friends. (Your Name) just got ready for the day and walked down the streets of Karakura town.

At first (Your Name) didn't believe Kensei was actually a spirit, but one day as they walked back from a date a hollow appeared from behind them.

(Your Name) knew about the shinigami and how they killed hollows to bring peace to the city. Most of the time she ignored them though because people often called her crazy for seeing spirits ever since she was a kid. Never did she expect Kensei to be one of them.

Kensei didn't waste a second as he crushed the hollow in seconds. At that moment (Your Name) noticed that no one could see him.

Ever since that day she had doubts about their relationship. Often times she felt bad because it affected the way she would act towards Kensei. He didn't need that from her.

Kensei left early morning because Shinji needed all of them at base to help that orange hair teenager with his hollowfication.

Honestly he didn't even want to help but Kensei knew it would benefit for the war to come.

The war.

Kensei hated to admit it but he was feeling a bit uneasy for what was to come. He wanted a good fight though, it had been decades so he wouldn't be surprise if he was a bit rough on the edges.

Then his mind wandered off to (Your Name) he constantly thought what would happen if they helped the Soul Society, would they allow them to come back? What would happen to their relationship?

He knew in a realistic point of view that he would have to leave her. She deserved someone that would grow old and die with her.

After training with the orange hair kid he walked to (Your Name) work place at a elementary school. He could see her smiling and helping all the innocent children.

Children.

Something he would never get to experience with her as Kensei hands turns to fist. The world was cruel at the moment for him. If only she could be with him for as long as he lived for.

Spotting Kensei (Your Name) smile brightly and wave. After letting the last child home with the parents she rushed to give him a big hug. "I didn't think I'd see you today."

"I left without saying goodbye, of course I'd come back."

Packing her things they walk back together hand in hand. "How was your day then?"

Kensei wanted to say good but all he had were thoughts about the future. "Interesting." He replied shortly as she raises an eyebrow.

"How so?"

As much as Kensei wanted to keep her out of the war and fighting he eventually told her all about it.

"When the times come I will be going to fight. I don't know what will happen though."

There was silence between the two, Kensei knew there was tension about their relationship, but he tried to make her happy in every way so she wouldn't feel any doubts.

"I see, I'm not worried. I know you will come back." She smiles trying to bring some positivity.

It was a sleepless night for the two as they hungrily craved each other bodies. This night was different, the love making was more passionate and raw.

Kensei made it about her that night, pleasing each sensitive area till she was off edge and screaming his name.

He didn't know what came across him that night, but he felt like this was the last time they were going to be this close together.

"I love you." He whispered to her ear.

Those very words hurt to hear as she smiled to herself sadly.

"This is the first time you've ever said that to me." she says to him as he embarrassingly turned the other way.

"Shut up, I'm learning." He sheepishly says as a blush formed on his face.

There was a silence before she got curious and leaned onto her elbow for support. "Have you ever.... you know. Loved anyone before?"

Kensei shakes his head and looks up to the ceiling. "This is my first and it will be my last."

(Your Name) didn't know what that meant but she could tell he was speaking the truth.

"(Your Name) you know I will always do what's best for us and for you. Promise me one thing." He looks at her as she nods her head slowly for him to continue. "If I leave you won't be sad."

"What do you mean by that? Aren't you staying here?"

Kensei doesn't answer her question as he kisses her forehead. "Just expect the unexpected."

(Your Name) didn't know what happen but she felt like she was asleep for ages, when she woke up Kensei was on the bed in bandages. He was asleep so peacefully. A warm feeling began to bloom in her chest.

"He survived the war, that means he's staying." A smile spreading across her face as she kissed his soft lips. Kensei lightly stirred around as he pulled her closer to him out of habit.

"(Your Name)." He murmured in his sleep.

"Sleep, you look rough." (Your Name) whispers to him as she caresses his face.

"I can't if you're going to baby me like this." Kensei says with his eyes closed as he groans and sits up from bed. (Your Name) notices that he is bandaged on most parts of his body.

"Are you okay? How did everything go?"

He silently pulls her body to sit on his lap. She nervously swallows her saliva, usually when Kensei pulled her onto his lap, its usually bad news or when they were having sex.

"We won the war but with a heavy cost."

(Your Name) didn't know why but her heart was aching, she knew something bad was about to happen. Kensei wasn't smiling, he looked tired, stressed and a wreck.

"I'm going back." He announced to her, as easy as he said those words they were heavy to bare. Kensei knew it would hurt her, but it would save them from the heart break later on in the future.

"But I thought everything was good?" (Your Name) hesitantly says hugging herself out of the habit of feeling insecure.

"(Your Name) it not that, we have always been good it's just we live in totally different worlds. I don't want to watch you disappearing from my eyes every living day you have. I would stay the same and it would torture both of us... I have to take the position as captain again."

(Your Name) felt ashamed and selfish at the moment. She wanted to yell at him that he didn't love her, but she knew this day would come. Although she could see him as a spirit he'd be gone in a different place and as time passed by he would forget her.

"So what now? When do leave?"

"Tonight." The air had heavy tension.

She whined in pain, he was leaving so fast. Kensei pulled her in a tight embrace as he rubbed her back as she cried.

It wasn't the break up that hurt her, it was the thought that they were being separated and she wouldn't be able to see him for the rest of her life.

"If you leave tonight please do it when I'm asleep. I'm afraid I won't let you go if I'm awake."

Kensei could only chuckle, he felt bitter.

"I love you (Your Name)."

Laying on top of him she let the tears fall "I love you too."

The world was going the same pace but (Your Name) had a hard time adjusting, she wanted it to stop completely because she didn't feel whole anymore. Kensei left no trace of himself, which pained her. At least a t shirt would make her happy. She knew he probably left nothing to make things easier.

Her life began a new routine, going to work and coming home. She didn't have much friends, nothing helped her mind. All she thought about was Kensei. Wondering what they would be doing if he was here or what he would be cooking.

"Stop, you promised him not to be sad." (Your Name) says grabbing her head lightly as she took the sleeping pills she had prescribed to her.

Going to bed was the worse part of the day, her mind would wander off to unless thoughts. Many of them were unpleasant, so she relied on the pills to sleep. It helped so she wouldn't have to think.

Kensei didn't smile anymore, he was neither sad or angry. He understood that was how their life was. So many times he wanted to leave and go see her, so many times he had to stay up in bed lost in his thoughts. He didn't like the feeling of heart ache, he realized that's why people never fell in love in the first place. They don't want to be hurt.

It effected his work environment at first, his grumpiness and being easily irritated made the place have tension. Kensei was a grown man and once he felt that the 9th divison was not a good place to be at the moment he changed his ways for the better.

It wasn't till night time where he tortured himself, he stole all the pictures they took with each other from her house, he was no selfish man but just for these precious moments they had together he was.

Kensei would rather torture himself with their memories rather her because he wanted her to have a normal life in a normal relationship with a normal person.

He would often dream about her, it was a unless cycle. With special permission he left to the world of living to see her one last time to ease his mind.

Walking to her house he noticed the lights were off, knocking on the doors for a few times there was no answer. Getting irritated he was about to break the door open when the landlord appeared from behind him.

"May I help you sir?"

"Um yeah, I'm looking for (Your Name)."

"You didn't hear?"

"Hear about what?" Kensei asks his eyes lowering down in suspicion as the landlord sadly smiles.

"(Your Name) died 5 years ago in a car accident, a drunk driver hit her."

Kensei eyes widen, how long has he been gone? He felt like it was only a few months since he left. His world was crashing down on him. Leaving the place quickly he looked around Karakura town for her soul. She was nowhere to be found.

Kensei wanted to wreck something, he was angry, angry for not checking up on her and angry how someones life could easily be lost.

She had no grave, her ashes sent with her parents. He couldn't even see that. Kensei let his frustration out as he hit the wall causing it to break in pieces.

Realizing she wasn't here anymore he went back in loss. Her soul was somewhere out there.

Years passed by and if Kensei thought the first time he tortured himself was bad this time around it was worse. He overworked himself, slept constantly to bring the guilt away. He got irritated a lot and became more cut throat than he would like. Of course he felt bad for Shuhei and Mashiro but it didn't change that he fell into depression.

Never did he think he would fall into depression, it was different for him. Kensei stopped yelling at Mashiro at one point. Shinji and everyone was concerned for him, but he assured them that he would pass over it.

Kensei even searched the Ryugongai district in his free time to find her. The place was so huge he never had luck. "Where are you?"

(Your Name) woke up one day in a barren area, she was still the same as when she died. The memories and everything still in place when she was human. At first she didn't know where she was till it it her. She was dead.

A part of her was happy but at the same time she didn't know what to do. There came many times where she had to fend for her life. This place was definitely not the heaven that she imaged it to be.

Determined to find Kensei she joined the academy. (Your Name) worked hard endlessly night and day to train her body. She wanted to see him again but not as the weak human she used to be. So she decided she wouldn't see him till she was strong enough.

Poor Kensei tortured himself not knowing her intention and how she was right under his nose.

(Your Name) finally understood everything about the Soul Society, being a seated officer was nearly impossible, but it was the only way for her to be close to him. They were treated like celebrities so seeing Kensei was not going to be easy.

After years of endless training she was finally getting some recognition and was offered a seat as vice captain to the 13th squad under the command of Rukia Kuchiki.

They placed a small ceremony for the vice captains to welcome her, everyone was so accepting. Till she saw Mashiro the tears fell from her eyes as they embraced each other in a sisterly hug. "Kensei would be so happy to see you!" The green haired girl exclaimed.

"I know, you don't know how hard I worked to get here. It's been so many years. I thought you would have forgetten me too."

"Nonsense we have to go see Kensei!"

(Your Name) wanted to see him now, knowing how close she was to him. She grew impatient. A older man with scars on his face introduced himself. The similar 69 tattoo on his face as he wore a bright look in his eyes.

"You must be (Your Name), my captain has been looking for you." He warmly smiles knowing Kensei would be at peace now.

With the help of Mashiro and Shuhei they guided her to the barracks where Kensei back was facing her. She can hear him yelling at other seated officer about a mission that was not completed and how it was Mashiro fault for not taking the lead.

"MASHIRO! I TOLD YOU THEY NEEDED GUIDANCE! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT BEING A SUPER LIUTE-"

Kensei turned around to see a familiar face he yearned to see everyday, all the yelling got his throat dry. No words came out.

Stepping forward (Your Name) ran into his arms as he shockingly looked down at her. "(Your Name)." Kensei breathlessly says.

"You don't know how much I've missed you Kensei." She sinks into his chest the happy tears falling down.

His squad stood in awe at the sight, they never seen their captain so vulnerable.

A wave of emotion came crashing over him as he tightly held her, a few tears fell from his eyes. Only visible to her as she wiped them away.

"Stupid, why didn't you come see me?!"

"Because I wanted to be strong when I saw you!" She argued back as Shuhei and Mashiro stood next to them happy to see their captain in a brighter mood.

The 9th division and the Soul Society knew about Kensei having a human lover in past, they also knew he fell into the dark for a long time. So seeing him smiling made them feel at ease.

"Tch, so your the newbie Kuchiki appointed as her Lieutenant."

(Your Name) proudly shows her badge on her arm. "That's right! And this time I'm not leaving."

Kensei chuckles with a bitter sweet feeling. A part of him wanted to be upset that she was dead but another part is relieved to be with her again.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving either." His toothy smile brought shivers down her spine. It was something she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Looks like we got a lot to catch up on (Your Name)."

A big grin on her face as she leaned her cheek on his hand.

"Yeah, we do."

(Author Note: Kensei is bae!)

[v-hope]

He's your first kiss

Pairings: OT7 x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request by @crazyartfreak: "May I get a reaction/scenario from all the members giving the reader her first kiss? Like she doesn’t know what to do with her hands, breathing, etc. (cause well, I haven’t kissed yet & I’m almost 26) and the boys find it amusing/adorable? Extra fluff, please💜"

A/N: I don't know what extra fluff means at this point but I hope this was enough for you to enjoy 💕

Kim Seokjin

“Don't make fun of me” you pleaded as soon as one of his hands had sweetly cupped your cheek.

His eyebrows knitted together immediately. “Why on Earth would I ever make fun of you?”

“I don't know” you shrugged, “we're always laughing around and mocking each other, so…”

“Yeah, but not for kissing?” his tone sounded almost offended, and to a certain amount he was, for you should know by now he would never do such thing.

“But I've never kissed anyone, meaning I have zero experience and you have” you pouted, “so you'll think I suck at it and–”

“Love” a shiver ran down your spine at the petname he had just called you, “I know we always make fun of each other because that was kind of the dynamics of our friendship” you couldn't help but mirror his smile, “but you have to know I would never take something from the things we get to do now as a couple to make fun of you”.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded your head as you exhaled. Those words of his being enough to trust him with your life. “Okay then” you gave him the green light, at which he cupped your face once more, “but honestly, don't expect me to be any good at it”.

His signature laugh escaped his throat at your words. “You could be the worst kisser in the world and I'd still want to kiss you, so I don't really care”.

And neither did you when you felt his mouth capture your lower lip in between his.

Min Yoongi

“You sure you want me to be your first kiss?” he asked with furrowed eyebrows.

The first time his mouth had been about to collide with yours and you pulled away, he had thought nothing of it. You were nervous, it was normal. But now, by the fourth time? It was fair to say he was starting to get worried.

“Please don't feel obliged to do this if you're not ready, I would never–”

“No, no” you pouted, having his eyes immediately soften at the sight, “I want you to kiss me, I just… I don't know, it's like a reflex…”

Yoongi chuckled, giving his room a quick look around before an idea came to his mind. Not even bothering on letting you know about it, his hand went to your shoulder, gently pushing your body down on his bed, so that you were now laying on your back.

Next thing you knew, he was lying down on his stomach by your side, with his chest pressing slightly against yours.

“You sure about this?” he wondered once again, receiving a small nod from you. “You won't be able to pull back this time, so just tell me if–”

“Min Yoongi” you cut him off with a smile, “just kiss me already”.

And so he happily complied.

Jung Hoseok

“Yah! What's so funny?”

Although he had tried to sound serious, he couldn't help but giggle himself at the sight of the huge smile taking over your face and a little breathy laugh abandoning your mouth.

“Nothing” you tried to control yourself with no success.

“Y/N-ah” his hand was placed softly on your upper arm, “if you're too nervous we don't have to do this”.

“B-but” you tried to stop your laugh for your own sake – finally being able to do so just as he raised one of his eyebrows in expectation. “Hobi” you took one deep breath you much needed, “I want you to kiss me”.

His whole face lit up at the sound of that, not wasting another second to pull you closer to him – his hands loosely resting on your lower back, near your waist.

However, as soon as you felt his breathing mix with yours, you found yourself not being able to stop the giggle already escaping your throat once again.

“No, wait!” you stopped him from pulling away by wrapping your arms around his neck. “Can you just do it even if I can't stop laughing? Or is it too bad?” your uncertain request made him chuckle as he shook his head. “I don't want that to be the reason I don't get to kiss you”.

“It's not bad at all” his eyes stared adoringly into yours for a second; he didn't need any more convincing. “In fact, there's nothing I'd like more” he mumbled quietly before his mouth sweetly connected with yours.

Kim Namjoon

“Are you okay with this?” he asked before he could even lean in to brush his lips against yours like he so badly wanted to.

“Yeah” you replied immediately, “why'd you ask?”

Joon pressed his lips together as he examined your factions, later giving your whole body a quick glance. “You're stiff as a rock” he let you know with amusement clear in his voice.

A defeated sigh left your mouth, for you really had thought you were playing it cool. “I don't… know what to do with my body” you sheepishly admitted, holding up your hands as if to prove a point.

Namjoon chuckled, finding that action of yours to be the cutest of sights. “You don't have to do much” he shrugged, pulling you closer to him by your hips – this time your hands instinctively resting on his chest. “See?” he smiled contently. “Don't think too much about it, just let yourself go and you'll know what to do”.

You took in a deep breath, nodding your head to let him know you were ready.

And when you felt his lips press down on yours and start to slowly move after a second, you understood what he meant by saying you'd know what to do; wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

Park Jimin

“You're so cute” he cooed with a bright smile, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder for a second.

“Jimin-ah” you whined, “this doesn't help my situation at all”.

Letting out a giggle, he went back up to your eye level, reaching his hand out to sweetly caress one of your cheeks.

“You don't have to be nervous”.

“Easy for you to say” you huffed, “I just got laughed at for not knowing where to put my hands”.

“Hey, I didn't laugh, I said you were cute” he defended himself, earning a roll of eyes from you. Looking at your lips for a moment, he bit his lower one before he grabbed your hands and placed them over his shoulders. “Just wrap them around my neck, I think I'd really like that”.

“Ohh, kinky” you teased with a raise of eyebrows, being now his turn to roll his eyes.

“I'll just ignore you ever said that” his intense eyes staring into yours made you feel like the whole world had stopped right then, especially when his lips got so dangerously close to yours, “and kiss you like I've wanted to for so long, if that's fine with you”.

Only a nod of your head was needed for his words to be said and done.

Kim Taehyung

“Why are you breathing so funny?” Taehyung asked right before his lips could finally touch yours, making you curse under your breath as you had hoped he wouldn't notice.

“I don't know how else to breathe” you answered sheepishly, not daring to let your eyes make contact with his.

He stuck his lower lip slightly out – a frown adorning his eyebrows whilst he tried to understand why you seemed so nervous. “Are you sure you want me to kiss you? Bec–”

“I do” you replied embarrassingly fast, however, you preferred that over having him think you didn't want him to kiss you. “I really want you to, but I just… I don't know how to…”

He smiled lovingly, without any other word or warning holding your chin up and pressing his mouth ever so tenderly against yours – the kiss not lasting more than a second but that being enough for your heart to flutter.

“Was that okay?” he wondered, opening his eyes slowly to find you nodding your head coyly. “You didn't have to worry about breathing, did you?” his boxy smile took over his face, becoming even wider at the sight of your shining eyes before his lips were once again colliding with yours.

He was right. Why would you even worry about the way you had to breathe when his pure touch took your breath away?

Jeon Jeongguk

“If it makes you feel any better, I'm not very experienced with this either” his soft voice somehow found its way to calm you down.

“It's you though” your words earned a frown from him, asking you to elaborate your point, “you're a natural at everything, so this doesn't really help” you explained, loving the way his shy bunny smile showed up on his face at the unintentional compliment you had just given him.

“Y/N-ah” he said in a lower tone, pulling you closer to him, to the point his lips were slightly brushing over yours, “do you want me to kiss you?”

You snorted, shyly looking away from him. “Isn't that obvious?”

Jeongguk chuckled, cupping your face in his hands. “Don't be nervous then, I want to kiss you just as much” he whispered, taking his eyes away from your lips to lock them with yours for a second. “We'll learn together, yeah? We're a couple now, we can practice as much as we want” a playful smirk curved up his lips.

That was all it took for you to let go of your worries; not even remembering why you had been so nervous about in the first place when his soft lips finally pressed down on yours.