#literally just have to make it to tomorrow afternoon and I won’t be freezing to death and miserably lonely

[a-high-femme]

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[shedoessoshedoes]

Ooooh for the comfort prompts I’d love to see what you’d do with “I’m going to fall asleep…” for elriel? 💕

hello! a fun fact about you is that you're my first ask ever, so lots and lots of thanks :) here's a lil college drabble because i'm obsessed with that trope lately!

tw: fluff, super light mentions of sex

wc: 780ish

Elain looked up from her notebooks to the sound of her front door opening. She assumes it's one of her roommates, but when Azriel is the one to materialize outside of her bedroom door, she can’t help but smile at him silently. They just exchanged keys yesterday, and it felt like a big step for them–Elain and Az both know they need their own space to rest and recharge, but lately, it’s felt like their ‘own spaces’ involve each other. She can think of one night in the past month that they weren’t at his apartment or hers, and so when he almost fumbled his key down a gutter last night trying to give it to her, she couldn’t help but accept. He looks so good standing there, leaning up against her door frame in gray sweatpants and an old navy t-shirt that looks way too perfect on him, watching her, the barest of smiles playing on his lips. Most of their meetings start like this: in silence, smiling at each other, taking a moment to just be in the other’s presence. 

After a minute she reaches her arm out to him, and he comes over, somehow simultaneously wrapping her arm around himself and flopping down on the bed directly on top of all her binders. “I’ve already taken three finals this week, and yet I still have another one tomorrow. I don’t think I was built to withstand all this stress, ‘Lain”  

Elain laughs at his melodramatics and starts clearing her bed of school supplies. It’s late afternoon now, and she and Az had planned to go grab dinner as a finals-week brain break, so she knows she won’t get much work done for the rest of the night. They both have one exam left, and then they can escape to the cabin they’ve booked for the holidays and spend two weeks doing nothing but each other. She might’ve bought some underwear for the occasion. “Az, I think you are perpetually the most stressed out person I’ve ever met,” she tells him, pulling a binder out from under his ass. “Where do you want to go to dinner?” 

“I actually made the executive decision that I did not want to go back outside in the cold to simply go get food that we could eat here, so takeout’s in the kitchen.” Azriel looks up at her with a grin, knowing he read her mind. Elain hates going out in the freezing cold more than she has to, and the fact that he knows that just makes something in her chest jump. 

She drops down onto his chest as he lets out an “oof,” 

“I. Love. You. You are my favorite human to ever exist ever. You know you read my mind?” she’s laughing as she tells him, peppering his face with kisses. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he says quietly, a blush growing on his cheeks. It still is hard for him to hear her verbal affirmations sometimes, but Elain tells him she loves him so much, she thinks he’s finally starting to believe he deserves her. She rolls off of him, grabbing his hand and pulling him up after her and into the kitchen. Az, perfect boyfriend that he is, knows that pho is her favorite exam week meal and brought her a bowl of her favorite. She gives him another kiss for this and he responds with one of his small smiles. 

They eat together in the kitchen, and talk quietly about their days and their stress levels and the music that’s getting them through. After cleaning up, Azriel lays down on the couch with Elain on top of him and they turn on the Great British Bake-off. He reaches up to kiss her and groans when she tries to deepen it. “I want to, Lainey, but I am quite literally about to fall asleep, and I don’t know if you want me to pass out right when I get inside of you.” 

She blushes at his words and yawns: “S’okay. I’m tired too.” Laying back down on top of him, her breathing evens out, and she’s asleep before Paul Hollywood judges the signature round of bakes. Az puts his arms around her and falls asleep, too. 

Three hours later, Nesta comes home from her–ahem–study session with Cassian, to find her sister and her best friend wrapped up in each other on her sofa. She sighs, turns off the auto-playing Netflix in the background, and tucks a blanket in around them. It was about time those two got the peace they deserved. 

Yay!! thank you so much for reading!! comments/follows/likes/constrictive criticisms are always appreciated!! suggestions are open

[paperpocalypse]

on the way to nothing.

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”: 37. Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 1,198 words

Warning: Mild swearing

Every evening, the sunset reminds Five that the world has ended.

It’s a strange thing to watch in the aftermath of an apocalypse; even after three years, he still hasn’t gotten used to the sight. Maybe he’s just surprised that the Earth’s still turning – round and round and round, a carousel with only two riders. Behind the veil of dust and smoke, the sun glows red as it sinks, staining the sky in a haunting rust of grayish-yellows and blood orange.

Dragging his supply wagon behind him, Five squints forward into the garish horizon and frowns. “It’ll be dark soon,” he says, pulling his scarf over his mouth and nose as a gust of wind picks up dust.

Beside him, you nod. Your own wagon clanks and rattles behind you, less filled with food and water than it had been this morning. “I still don’t see the town.”

He looks down at the faded roadmap in his hands. “We have about thirteen miles to go. Our best bet is to keep walking until we reach it, while it’s getting cooler.” As he speaks, the sun dips lower and lower. No matter. Both your eyes and his will adjust. “It’ll be easier than walking in one-hundred-degree weather tomorrow.”

“… Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you agree.

Your tone, however, makes Five stop and look over at you. You stop in return but don’t meet his gaze, staring instead at the dry emptiness ahead.

“Something wrong?” he prompts.

As if snapped out of a trance, you shake your head quickly. “No. I’m fine, I just –” you jerk your wagon forward again – “I’m just a little tired, that’s all. Let’s go.”

Eyes narrowing, Five quickly catches up and grabs your shoulder. You don’t shake him off. “Hey. If you need a break, we can take one right now and still get there before sunrise.”

You shake your head again. “No,” you insist, “I can keep going until –”

“No, you can’t. Cut the crap,” he retorts. You have a habit of sugarcoating your complaints – something he learned the hard way a few days after meeting you – and he isn’t having any of that today. “Look, take a nap or something and I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go. Deal?”

You grow quiet. Then, finally meeting his eyes, you sigh and nod. “Deal. Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me.”

“Then I take it back,” you reply dryly. Five rolls his eyes.

Your shoulder slips out from under his hand as you retrieve a tattered blanket and spare jacket from your wagon, then begin clearing out a space on the ground to lay down on. There’s nothing very meticulous about your work; over time, Five has learned that you can fall asleep quickly and nearly anywhere – convenient for the post-apocalyptic life. It’s like your body takes any chance it can to escape this hell.

Soon enough, you’re satisfied with the arrangement and lie down, hands tucked behind your head. There’s a chunk of space left on one side and Five is surprised when you say his name, reaching down to pat the vacant spot.

“You can sit,” you say, voice soft. The sun is now gone, leaving the darkening sky a chalky, brownish gray that deepens the shadows on your face. (Soon he won’t be able to read your eyes.)

Five obliges silently and sits at the edge next to your legs. Only then does the fatigue from a day’s worth of walking hit him, his sore feet suddenly relieved of work. Neither of you had really taken a break since this afternoon, too focused on finding another place with food and water. It makes him wonder how tired you actually are.

“[Y/n] –” he starts, but closes his mouth when he glances down and sees that your eyes are closed. When he listens, he hears the slowness of your breaths. Yeah, you’ve passed out already. That’s good.

Crossing his legs, Five takes a small sip of water from his canteen while he watches you sleep. Something about this moment, sitting so close to you for no discernable reason other than the fact that you had requested it, fills him with a strange sense of peace. A sense of normalcy.

It’s ridiculous, but it’s also not. You’re the most normal person he’s ever met – no powers, no special talents. Just an ordinary person who didn’t die along with literally everything else on the planet.

He had found that oddly comforting.

He wonders what it would have been like if your aunt hadn’t happened to have powers. You definitely wouldn’t have survived, and he would have landed in the apocalypse completely and utterly alone – nobody to tell him what had happened, nobody to scavenge and travel with. Nobody to talk to. Despite never being very social, Five knows that the solitude would have messed with his head. Running into you was the one good thing that came out of this hellhole.

Out of the blue, he notices how cool the air has gotten. As quietly as he can, Five stands up and goes over to his wagon, taking out his own blanket. He unfurls it carefully, then slinks back over to where you’re dozing. You’re a bit of a light sleeper, so he takes extra care not to be too hasty as he lays the blanket over you, pulling it up to your shoulders.

Suddenly, you shift. Five freezes as you curl up, burrowing under his blanket as you turn onto your side. Only when your breaths even out does he relax.

What the hell am I doing, he asks himself as he sits back. You could take care of yourself. He didn’t have to do that.

One of your hands peeks out past the edge of the blanket. After a moment of hesitation, Five reaches over and grasps your fingers gently, nudging them back under the cover. Your hand is very warm. He pushes that thought away much more quickly.

He’s not sure what he’ll do once he figures out how to get back. Logically, the best thing to do is to leave you here. Bringing you back to a time before you’re born, or even worse, when you have been born already, could complicate the timeline even more, so it’d be best to go alone.

But then you’d be alone.

Five continues to stare at you, trying to make out the minute details of your face in the darkness. He’s gotten attached to you. And sure, that’s fine for now – maybe even good – but farther down the line, it’s going to bite him in the ass. He’d never forgive himself for leaving you to die.

You probably would. You’re that much of an optimist.

“… Five? Should we go now?”

Your voice, hoarse and sleepy, causes him to shake his head and clear it enough to respond. “Ten more minutes. Go back to sleep,” he murmurs, patting your shoulder once.

“Oh, thank goodness.”

Within seconds of saying that, you drowse off again. Five shuts his eyes and releases an inaudible sigh, then opens them again to look up at the black, starless sky. Goddammit.

He hopes you’ll understand when he goes.

[cosmiclatte28]

Strike! (Jaehyun x reader)

a/n : okaay soo this was almost from a real story :)) i twisted and improvised something that happened to me :p not important though, but please enjoy this scenario!

warning : none, i think this is save for everyone.. except if you have bad memories with bowling...

characters : you, Jae, and his friends (Yu,Tae,Johnny)

tagging @yutahoes (since she knew what happened) and @neopalette anyone else wants to be tagged in my works tell me :)

enjoy!!

Spring is happening, the flowers are blooming, and the sun has been staying up longer! Everyone’s toasting under the heat and hoping that summer can just come now. You personally enjoy the heat rather than shivering in the cold winter wind. It’s just that you don’t really have anyone to enjoy this beautiful weather with. Just like any other day, you got down from your room to look for dinner. The sun is still up and you choose to just use one of your jacket and plop into your shoes before locking the door and walking nicely to look for food.

You turn on your earphone, playing on some light music so you feel less lonely. It’s just that you have friends but today you don’t feel like eating with them. You’ve been to two classes today and worked on some homework, you noticed it’s time for a “me time”. So, with the sun shining warmly and you enjoying your afternoon walk you smile when you notice how many couples are walking around the campus.

You’re jealous, you wont lie. Come on, who’s not jealous to see cute happy couples walking under the sun and with the blooming flowers things just look like a scene from a movie. You personally slow down to think of which dining hall to visit today. You choose to go to the west side and see what menu they offer.

You don’t see much student there which make you settle quickly on pasta and have them wrap it up to go. Now, with your boxed food, you walk happily to go back to your room only to pause when there’s a sport car filled with hot guys zooming through you.

You notice a lot of people have their eyes glued on the car, or maybe the guys in it. You don’t know them, but one of them seriously looks cute. You locked eyes for a second and you swore you love him at first sight.

“Woah, last time there were girls zooming around in their opened-cabriole cars and now guys too. Guess summer is really near.” You shrug your shoulder and continue to walk.

You pass by the car again but this time it is parked and the four guys are just chilling around their cars. Sipping on some cold energy drinks while giggling and tossing light smiles to the people passing by.

“Who are you looking at young boy?” The man behind the wheels earlier nudges the boy who has his eyes glued on you.

“Um no one-“ he stammers before turning away to look at his feet and feeling his ears burn.

“Oh I see, some freshman I guess-“ the guy with a Japanese accent teases the younger boy.

“Where? I wanna see too!” the smallest one between the three extends his neck to look around.

Their actions bring the crowd’s attention, and you realize you should keep walking. Why were you stopping in first place?

So, without much thought you continue to walk down your road while humming to your music.

“Stop staring,” the guy who’s looking at his feet finally speaks up.

“Why Jaehyun? You’re shy?” The tallest, Johnny aka guy behind wheel, pokes his cheek.

Jaehyun turns red “Nah, I don’t know her. She just passed by and I locked eyes with her.”

“Don’t worry, if Yuta saw her he will know her name.” Taeyong puts a hand over Yuta’s shoulder “Right Yuta?” he asks to clarify his statement.

Yuta nods “If only you justified if that was the girl you’re staring, I may have her name tomorrow.” Yuta plays with his phone.

Jaehyun sighs “Come on, this school is big… there’s no way you’ll get her name.” he hugs his three friends’ shoulders and sighs “Guess that will be the first and last time I see her.”

Johnny clicks his tongue “So dramatic. Duhh, I know how to see her.”

Jaehyun’s eyes widen “How?”

Taeyong giggles “She went that way, there’s only three houses there. We can just hang around there and see her if she goes out of her building. It’s that simple Jae, don’t be so sad.” Taeyong pats his shoulder and jumps into the car.

“Come on, we have a bowling match tomorrow might want to practice a little bit before the game.” Taeyong calls his other friends into the car and once they’re all in, Johnny hits the road again with high speed to show off his car and the guys inside.

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You finish your dinner and clean up your room already. In an hour or two, you’ll wrap up your task and readings then maybe take a rest because tomorrow is a big day. You got more classes to suffer and some dance class to attend.

Your mind flashes back the image of the cute guy seating in the back seat of the sports car earlier. His dimple, his carefree smile and his fluffy wind-blown hair looks perfect. Oh you really wish you can see him one more time.

He doesn’t look like he belongs in your major, man like him probably is an athlete or studies something related to business or sports.

“Come on come to your senses (y/n)! What are the odds he meet you again? Even if he sees you, he won’t notice or realize you’re there.” You try to burry your hope by reminding yourself boys like him belong to the pretty girls with long legs. Unlike you, totally you’re way out of his league.

That night you dream of a fortunate encounter with the mysterious guy and he gives you his name. Weird how you cannot remember his name at all when you wake up, but the day is running and you need to wake up and face reality. He is a prince charming and you’re no Cinderella.

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“I told you, I can get her name by today.” Yuta proudly shows Jaehyun and the guys an Instagram profile.

“Wait whoah you really did.” Taeyong says after examining the profile picture because of the private account.

“How did you?” Jaehyun stops asking when his eyes accidentally spot you coming into the room.

“Am I seeing things or is she really here?” Jaehyun whispers to his friends and Johnny gives him a smack “Hurts? It’s real. I see her too.”

Yuta chuckles “Come on, I see her walking to this place and thought maybe she’s here this afternoon. So, I made a quick run through the participant list and look up one by one.”

“Thank you- but oh I am so fortunate to see her again.” Jaehyun is literally having his moment. If this is a drama he’d have romantic bgm and flower petals falling out of nowhere. But this is the bowling room in the campus and it’s far from romantic. Especially when the judge calls for the competitor to get ready.

“Good luck there bro, focus on the game not on the girl.” His friends tease him before leaving to sit in the spectator seat.

You tie your bowling shoes and pick out your own ball. Polishing it and feeling it with your hand before bumping into someone’s sturdy chest.

“Oh- sorry.” You mutter an apology before looking up and freezing in place when you lock eyes with the same man you’ve been dying to see again.

“You-“ he turns pink.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump you. Please don’t kill me.” You beg for him

He chuckles “I will not kill you, but if you want my apology…” he trails off and bends a little bit to see your face closer “Give me your name.”

You turn red now and you feel your face heat up “It’s (y/n)”

He smiles and reaches out his hand “Jaehyun, nice to meet you (y/n)” he shakes your hand and you grin. This is awkward…

“I saw you yesterday on the car. Nice car.” You whisper after both of you sit down to wait for your turns.

Jaehyun nods “Wasn’t my car sadly, but it’s my friend’s.” he points to the three guys enjoying pizza on the spectator bench. You only nod, his friends all look hot.

“So, bowling eh? Good at it?” you ask him when it’s almost his turn. Jaehyun stands up and wears his bowling glove “Good? I just pick this up as a new hobby and I join this to look for new friends.” He gets up to his lane and picks his ball before posing nicely and hits a strike.

You smirk, not bad. He has some talent.

Jaehyun returns after his turn is over and it’s yours now.

“What about you?” he asks

You sweetly smile “Watch and see,”

Jaehyhun notices how you change. Your posture is different, and your gaze definitely burns hole to the wall. He secretly has to control his heartbeat from going up when he sees you hit a strike.

You’re not a newbie, he notices that

“Great posture, accurate and precise.” Jaehyun offers a high-five and you take it.

“Well, thank you that came from years of practice. Pleasure to be your competitor tonight, I am (y/n) the school’s official bowling team leader.” You wink and Jaehyun feels his heart burst into million pieces.

How can you be so cute and so attractive at the same time? Plus what, you’re the bowling athlete team? Hot.

He sure is going to brag on you to his friends, but most importantly he’ll win your number first after the hot tight match. He’s glad Johnny forced him to sign up for this competition, and he’s glad he has the courage to talk with you.

“So, nice game and you’re really good.” Jaehyun nudges your shoulder when the game ends with you winning.

You grin “Oh yeah? Well, what do I get for winning?” you playfully tease him.

He knits his eyebrow for a while before grinning “Do you want my number? We can have lunch together or dinner someday.” He offers you his suggestion and you feel your cheek burns.

“Sure, yes I’d love that.” You gulp and type in your number to his phone.

“Okay, I’ll text you my number so you can save it.” He winks and turns his head around when his friends call him

“I got to go, do you want to go back to your dorm with us?” he offers you a ride but as much as you want to, you know not to accept rides from stranger easily.

You shake your head “I will go with them,” you point to a new group of friends living in the same building you just met earlier.

Jaehyun nods coolly “Okay, text me when you got home.” He points to your phone that lights up with a message from him.

You smile and wave your hand as you walk to the other friends “Bye Jaehyun! It was nice meeting you.”

Turns out yesterday was not the first and last time he sees you.

end

[snazzwritesthings]

I have a request, Selever, Swap! Ruv, and Sarvente scenario with an S/o who's just cold and either stays in bed most of the time or on a couch in a blanket burrito and has to be bribed or carried just so they don't stay in bed for the entire day?(with extra fluff if possible-) My mom keeps telling me it's not that cold and I need to take off a layer as I sit in two thick blankets without sweating-

Ooooh, a fluff scenario! (are you a mind reader? I was literally just thinking about fluff-)

I apologise in advance if they aren't as good as you'd like them to be! I also apologise if these are too short for your liking!

I've also haven't seen Swap! Ruv before so I'm sorry if his personality is off! (I've done some researh for his swap! self)

Thanks for your request(s)! LET'S GET INTO IT! ⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰⊱ ────── {⋆⌘⋆} ────── ⊰

Selever

They wrapped the blanket closely to their shivering body to try and get more warmth. Their eyes glued to their laptop whilst shivering slightly. Teeth were chattering before they decided to wrap themselves up like a small burito. A blanket burito, if you will. They continued to wrap themselves in more blankets, wanting to get warmth for themselves but it turned out futile as they continued to freeze.

Whilst this was happening, a certain demonic person was making his way to their bedroom, wanting them to come out and actually be productive and not stay in bed all day like they were currently doing. Selever, wasn't really pleased since his partner in crime was in bed. He didn't know they were but he'd find out soon, that he was sure of.

The wooden bedroom door was soon pushed open and Selever's head peaked through making eye contact with his bundled up S/O. He chuckled slightly at the sight of seeing them as a burito. He entered the room, not shutting the door after him as they weren't going to be in the bedroom for much longer. He was planning on getting them out one way or another.

"Are you done being a burito? You need to get up. Its the middle of the afternoon!" Selever had said, as he stood next to his wrapped up S/O.

"...Too....cold." His S/O had stuttered out, teeth continuing to chatter against one another. Selever sighed upon hearing this but he wasn't giving up. No, he knew how to get them out of this blankety cacoon.

"Either you get up or I pick you up." After that non-violent threat, they shook their head no, huddling closer to their blankets and trying to make sure they had a grip on the bed so it'd prove to be difficult to pick them up if Selever went through with what he had said he was going to do.

Seeing that his S/O wasn't going to be getting up, Selever was ready. He reached his arms around the blanket burito human hybrid. He made sure he had a good grip before picking them up. Of course there were protests coming from the human blanket burito but he didn't listen to them. He had a mission he was set on completing.

He entered the living room, his S/O remaining in his arms as their escape was futile. Selever had won this round, that much was clear. Selever had walked towards the white cushioned sofa which was in the living space and had set his S/O down on the cushioned seat before taking a seat next to them. Before his S/O could protest in complaint, Selever had gently wrapped his arms around them, pulling the burito to himself in a nice warm cuddle.

"...Instead of staying in your room and being cold, you can stay in the living room with me, having cuddles." Our demon boy had softly said before placing an affectionate kiss on top of his S/O's head.

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Swap! Ruv

"If you're still wrapped up in your blankets I won't hesitate to throw some water on you!" Ruv had exclaimed through the closed bedroom door as his S/O had been in their for majority of the day. According to them it was freezing but for Ruv it was a perfectly fine cool day. So he didn't see why his S/O needed and/or wanted to stay in their blankets all day.

He didn't recieve a reply. Upon not getting a reply, Ruv got up from where he was sitting, placing his half empty glass of soda onto the table and making his way to the door. He was getting kinda annoyed at this point. Why would his partner prefer to stay in the bed to get warm? Surely they could come out into the open and chill in front of the fireplace which Ruv had lit not too long ago to try and get his S/O out of their bed.

The door harshly flew open, the male made his way towards the bed where he saw them. His S/O playing a game on their phone whilst being in a cocoon looking blanket fortress. He was going to question that later. He saw their eyes peeking out from the mass of blankets, a questioning look on their face.

"Come on out! You've been in there all day! I want to spend time with you." Ruv had exclaimed, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Well I'm not leaving. So either go or come in." They had replied, a deadpan expression on their face as they had made this remark.

Ruv had facepalmed upon hearing this. Why didn't he think of that? That way both of them would get what they want. His S/O would get warmth and he'd be able to annoy his S/O. So it seemed like an obvious win-win situation. Yet he didn't think of it.

Without saying another word, he had crawled into the cocoon fortress, making himself comfortable as he laid next to his partner. A lazy grin evident on his facial features as he watched them play whatever game they were playing.

Whilst watching every now and then Ruv would play with his S/O's hair admiring how soft and fluffy it was. He was relaxed and content with speding their afternoon like this. Just as long as he got to chill and kind of annoy his S/O, he was perfectly happy.

"So, little caterpillar, are you going to come out of your cocoon tomorrow and be a butterfly?" Ruv had softly asked whilst placing a small kiss on his S/O's cheek.

"...Maybe, we'll see." They replied, a small laugh leaving their lips.

A soft blush settled on Ruv's cheeks upon hearing the harmonious laugh come from his lover. This..was perfect.

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Sarvente

The kettle had finished boiling, the female grabbed the hot kettle and had poured the heated water into the two cups before her, making sure to pour just enough water. After finishing that task she sat the kettle back onto the stove, a peaceful smile on her face.

She had glanced into the living room to see her S/O, sitting on the couch, the fire place lit and them wrapped in blankets. Sarvente knew that today was quite a cold down but was surprised with how much the cold was affecting their lover. She couldn't let them freeze! So, whats a better way to warm up than to have hot chocolate and marshmallows whilst siting in front of the fire and cuddling? Nothing was a better way in her opinion.

After finishing up with making the two beverages, Sarvente made her way towards her cold lover, setting the two drinks down on the coffee table in front of them, before taking a seat next to her S/O and wrapping herself in the same blanket they were using in order for them to cuddle more.

She was luckily able to convince them to come out of their room and to spend time with her out in the living room. So she was glad she was able to share such an evening with someone she loves dearly.

As both Sarvente and _____ had grabbed their cups of hot chocolate and had taken a sip, a content smile had graced Sarv's features as she continued to drink her hot beverage.

"I love spending evenings such as these with you, dear." Her soft voice had spoken out, sincerity clear in her tone as she cuddled up with her S/O.

"I do too. Thank you for convincing me to come out of that blanket burito." They had thanked her causing Sarvente to press a small kiss to their forehead.

"It was my pleasure, darling." She had softly said whilst continuing to cuddle with her lover.

Sarv and her lover would have more moments like this, but this would be Sarvente's favourite memory.

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I hope this was good! I'm sorry if they aren't long enough! I might rewrite them when I make a wattpad account for this blog! Thank you for reading!

[oldguardhc]

Old Guard hc #41

Prompt number: 5 - “Unacceptable, try again”

Fandom: The Old Guard

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/Tags: joe x nicky, fluff

Nile shakes her head, “Unacceptable, try again.”

“Nile-,” Joe starts with a groan, mentally, physically and spiritually exhausted. “We’ve been practicing for six hours, I’m starving.”

It’s four in the afternoon and the only thing they’ve eaten all day was the two slices of toast in the morning and water. If Joe didn’t eat something soon, he’s going to crumble into skin and bones. Then they really are going to lose the competition.

Suddenly, Nile’s hands are fisted in his shirt, her face inches away from his. “Nicky and Andy have probably already mastered the Renegade and are working on the Toosie Slide. We’re still on Blinding Lights and need to do the Vibe after,” she says, a hint of hysteria creeping in at the end. Joe swallows and slowly nods, trying his best to subtly pull away from her. Nile looks like she’s out for blood and Joe really doesn’t want it to be his. Nile tightens her grip on his shirt, “I am not getting on a horse, Joe.”

He doesn’t tell her that one day, she’s going to have to get over her ridiculous fear of horses, because even though the world is moving towards modernity at a faster rate than the previous centuries, there are still parts of the world that demanded a more discrete mode of transportation.

He does have some sense of self-preservation after all. No matter how small and finicky it seemed to be at times.

He pats the hands currently holding him, giving her his most convincing smile, the one that sometimes fools Andy. “We’ll win.” Probably. It’s 50-50 at the moment: they either win or lose. “However, if I don’t eat something in the next twenty minutes, I’m going to pass out and you will be riding a horse whether you like it or not.” There’s a couple of seconds of intense scrutiny, where Nile is trying to figure out if he’s bullshitting her or not. He’s not. He’s really, really not. His rumbling stomach backs him up and Nile releases his shirt with an apologetic pat that Joe waves off. It won’t be the last time Nile will want to strangle him.

Andy and Nicky are both in the kitchen when they walk in, with what smells like Japanese Curry cooking on the stove. Awesome. It’s been a while since Joe ate this type of curry, a little over eight months ago, if he remembers correctly, when they were in Los Angeles for that job at the ports.

Joe immediately makes a beeline for Nicky, wrapping his arms around his husband’s waist and resting his head on his shoulder. “Smells good,” he comments, taking another deep breath to inhale the sweet spices.

“Me or the curry?” Nicky asks, continuing to stir the pot.

Joe presses a quick kiss to Nicky’s neck. “Both,” he says and is rewarded with a tiny smile.

Dinner’s served five minutes later, Nicky ladling generous portions onto each plate and Joe placing it on the table. It’s a quiet dinner. Andy and Nile spend the entire time staring each other down, taking aggressive bites of curry and noisy sips from their glasses. Across from Nicky, Joe has tangled their feet together, bumping ankles every time they move.

Overall, it’s a good dinner.

After, when Andy and Nile are occupied cleaning up, Joe nudges Nicky’s foot with his. Nicky raises a questioning eyebrow, cocking his head a little to the side. After centuries together, Joe really shouldn’t find that small act cute. This time, Nicky nudges his foot and right, he started this. Joe makes sure that Andy and Nile are still busy in the kitchen before motioning to the front door with a nod.

Nicky huffs, it’s a small sound, impossibly soft yet full of amusement, and stands up to walk outside, Joe right on his heels. As soon as they’re outside, the front door firmly closed behind them, Nicky pushes him up against the side of the house. Alright, a couple of things might have been lost in translation, Joe thinks as Nicky’s hand creeps under his shirt. He’s unsurprisingly okay with this.

“You couldn’t have waited until nighttime?” Nicky asks, lips a breath’s away from Joe’s. By the way he’s currently groping Joe, he doesn’t seem too upset about their current predicament.

Joe can’t help looking down at Nicky’s lips, they’re right there. All he has to do is lean in and then he’ll be-no. That’s not what they’re here for. At least, not yet. “I need you to let us win,” Joe rushes out, before he completely forgets why he even asked Nicky to come out here in the first place.

“Huh?” Joe drags his attention away from Nicky’s lips to meet his husband’s eyes, barely suppressing a shiver at the heat he finds behind those blue eyes.

“Lose,” Joe eventually says, nodding as he remembers that yes, they need to lose. “I don’t think we should push Nile on this one.” In the past few months since joining their team, Nile has never said no to any of the training they’ve thrown at her. Flying planes, jump starting cars, sword fighting, all things she has willingly subjected herself to despite some of their more unconventional training methods. “She’s really terrified of horses.”

Nicky hums, leans forward to brush their noses together. “And what will I get?”

“The satisfaction of helping your teammate and husband?” It’s taking all of Joe’s willpower not to bridge the gap between their lips. He can practically taste Nicky already. He just knows that if they start, he’s not going to be able to think about anything other than Nicky for awhile. “Me?” Joe adds when Nicky remains silent.

“I already have you,” Nicky says and to prove his point, he moves both hands down to cup Joe’s ass. Oh fuck. Joe’s hand fly up to Nicky’s waist, fingers twisting in the material there, pulling the fabric taught around his shoulders.

Fuck, he didn’t think that one through.

“Joe,” Nicky says, “Eyes up here.” His lips are quirked up at the corners and Joe wants to groan. Why are there so many places he wants to kiss? “My lips are not my eyes.”

Smug, smug bastard.

Devastatingly pretty, though.

“Is that all you have to offer?” Nicky asks once Joe has managed to meet Nicky’s eyes.

“What do you want?”

Joe really hopes its sex.

“I want,” Nicky starts, squeezing Joe’s ass and leaning in to press soft, open-mouthed kisses all along his jaw. When he reaches Joe’s ear, he pauses.

Joe can definitely get behind this want.

“I want,” Nicky starts again, this time in a whisper. Joe shivers, sucks in a sharp breath, ready to agree to whatever Nicky is going to say next. “I want you to fix the heater.”

Joe nods, because yes, he can definitely—wait, what? Joe opens his eyes, and when did he close them? “You want me to what?”

Nicky leans back, looking too fucking pleased with himself. Smug bastard. “I want you to fix the heater,” he says, slower this time and in a completely normal voice.

“But-I-what?” Joe definitely missed something. Nicky’s hands move from his ass to cradle his face. Which, no! Go back!

From the way Nicky chuckles, he figures he says the last part out loud. Joe doesn’t care, this man was literally there in Brussels and nothing could be more embarrassing than that. “I am freezing at night. I want you to fix the heater.” The heater. Right, the heater. The heater that’s in the crawl space. Fuck, the crawl space.

“I don’t want to go in the crawl space,” Joe whines. He hates crawl spaces. It’s always disgusting down there, home to a billion spiders and rats. If he wanted to be in that kind of environment, he would have gone to Paris.

“Andy is going to do something to me for purposely losing. I think the crawl space is a very generous offer.” 

He has a point.

Dammit.

Nicky smiles, already knowing that Joe is going to take his offer. “You can do it tomorrow,” he says, all sweet, like it matters what time of day it is when you’re in the crawl space. It’s dark in the morning and it’s dark at night.

“How kind of you,” Joe responds sarcastically. Then, remembering his hands are still in Nicky’s shirt and their deal was made and sealed, asks, “Want to make-out now?”

Even though Joe will have to put on the awful body suit and go down to the crawl space tomorrow, he counts this one as a win and it has everything to do with the way Nicky pushes him up against the house.

[poptod]

Hi I hope ur having a great day! I love ur writing so freaking much! This request is a little different than what I’m sure ur used to but hopefully ur comfortable enough with writing it. Could u write a one shot (or headcanons if it’s easier) where Snafu from the Pacific is crushing big time on the reader (like almost in love) and he’s always hitting on her but she never shown any interest toward him. Then a few days in when the nurses come Snafu walks in on the reader making out with one of the nurses. They see each other and he walks out all like CONFUSED and shook and the reader runs after him to swear him to secrecy. He’s still shook and admits his feelings and she comes out as a lesbian to him. He’s even more SHOOK but he’s rly understanding and accepting even tho he’s incredibly heartbroken. Sorry if it’s not what u usually write, as a bi I’m just always a sucker for “I’m dumb she’s a lesbian”

notes: anon i love you you're literally perfect WC: 1.9k

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He was used to this sort of behavior when he first met girls – curt and rude, meant to pry his eyes off their figure. Eventually though, after time, he would win their affection through his shining personality (or, at least, that's what he thought happened). Usually it only took about a week or less; he was good at what he did. This was ridiculous, though – he was ranging on the sixth week of knowing you. That's one and a half months, far above his usual score.

But you're beautiful. Even if you won't share a genuine conversation with him, you 'let' him watch you, allowing yourself to become his only source of entertainment on the island. The shine in your hair – always neatly pulled back – is a fantastic distraction from the blisters on his palms and the heat of his sunburnt skin.

You're the last piece of humanity here. It makes sense he would never be able to win you.

Today you're tending to his wounds, an activity he thought he would never love as much as he does. Your fingers are still soft somehow, brushing against the exposed skin of his arms, sliding over the bandages to ensure they won't slip. The concentration evident in your sharp eyes is revealed in the way you bite your lip, gaze never leaving the bloody blisters on his hands.

"Not for nothin' babe, but," he began to speak, voice raspy and dry, "last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid."

You very slowly raise your head, reluctantly meeting his eye with a dead stare.

"Not today, Snafu," you say.

"Tomorrow then?"

You scoff, shake your head, almost laugh, but in the end you say nothing. Instead you return to your work, diligently cleaning the scabs and covering them up. He can't say he minds––whether or not you truly engaged with him, he heard your voice, and felt your touch. That would be enough. For now.

Surprisingly enough, they still get to have movie night sometimes. That doesn't mean the movies are good, but they're generally more entertaining than watching the shore birds. Every now and then, Snafu will even go and join his tent mates, ogling more at the nurses than paying attention to the actual movie. Those are always good nights, and the forest is close enough that it's not a problem if he gets too excited.

Tonight's movie is titled 'Godzilla Goes to College,' and upon hearing the name Snafu knew he would not be able to attend a full hour of it. Instead he wanders around the encampment, watching shadow silhouettes and the movement of the breeze on tent flaps. The sound of shuffling catches his ear, and when he turns, he's pleasantly surprised to find you beside him, drowning in an oversized jacket. He laughs, loud and probably impolite, but the juxtaposition of him being shirtless beside you truly tickles him.

"Evenin', doll," he says through his laughter, stopping you in the middle of the pathway. A soft groan leaves you as you turn to face him.

"And good night," you say in a too-cheery tone, your saccharine smile instantly falling into a dead stare as you go back to walking, a renewed vigor in your step.

"Hey, where y' goin' in such a hurry?" He asks, and begins to trail slowly after you. He allows a decent amount of space to grow between you before he continues with, "stay n' chat a minute, cher!"

You don't even bother to respond once you turn the corner, where Snafu loses his trail on you. He curses to himself, turns back around, and finds several of his mates coming back from the movie rather tipsy. How long have they been there?

"Reeaaaall lucky with the girls, aren't'ya, Snaf?" Burgie asks, and the four of them fall into teasing laughter.

"I'll get her, you'll see," he promises, turning back to see if he can glimpse you between all the tents. "One a' these days, she's mine."

Later that evening he sees you again, through the sheer fabric of your tent, where you've been burning a candle. It casts your shadow clearly against the wall, allowing him to see you perfectly.

Snafu likes to claim he isn't a pervert, but most who know him in any way know that's not really true. Sure, he can be a gentleman, but if no one's looking he doesn't especially care. No one but him will know, not even you. Even if he wasn't a pervert, he still wouldn't be able to tear himself away––you're undressing, peeling the clothes off your skin and he can see the whole of your body. In outline, of course, but there nonetheless.

Fucking creep, he tells himself, calls himself, but he doesn't cease his staring till you've put out your candle. At that point he can no longer see you, and he returns to his own tent with fantasies circling his head like vultures.

It's not that you're particularly rude to him. You just don't engage or indulge any of his bullshit, which is fair enough he thinks. He has a lot of bullshit coming out of his mouth 24/7. Everyone knows that. There's a theory he has, though––a theory he came up with just a little while ago, that you would treat him perfectly normal as long as he didn't come on to you in conversation. If he treated you just like he treated most others, then you might actually be nice to him. You're a good person. You're not going to be needlessly mean.

"Afternoon," he says to you, and he has to physically bite his tongue to stop himself from calling you cher. You quirk one of your brows.

"Afternoon," you repeat back. "Something ailing you?"

"Why'd ya think that?" He asks, slinking into one of the chairs in the aid tent.

"This is a medical tent," you say, and he wants to facepalm himself.

I'm just achin' with love for you, boo, he wants to say, and again, he has to bite his tongue to stop it from coming out. Damn it, he thinks, that's actually a good line.

"So why are you here then?" You ask.

"Better than tryin' ta find somethin' edible in my lunch," he grumbles out, leaning back against the chair and closing his eyes. He lets out a satisfied sigh.

You giggle, you actually laugh from something he did, and say, "understandable. You should still eat, though. Here."

You move from your spot at a nearly-fully stocked tray, instead digging through one of the numerous unlabelled boxes piled like towers in the aid tent. From there you pull out a granola bar, brand name, and throw it at Snafu's face. He nearly falls off balance, but catches it before he loses his cool.

"Thank ya kindly, ma'am," he says with a grin, tipping an imaginary hat your direction. Again you smile; there is nothing better than this, sitting across from you, and being the reason for your happiness.

Eventually he has to leave in order to make room for those who actually do require medical aid, but he leaves singing on a high note. You say good-bye to him this time, for the first time, and a smile tugs at his lips all day. Therein lies the secret to your affection––a blazingly obvious secret that all men should know––that he must treat you as an equal, not size you up to something he can win over, something he can buy with cheap words and undressing eyes.

He thinks it over all day, lets it mull over in his head how he should next approach you. Things get twisted in his mind if he doesn't speak them out loud, and by eveningtime he's convinced that he should meet you tonight, even if it's just him barging into your tent. Politely, of course. A polite barging in.

For a moment he stops, his hand poised above the handle of your tent flap. You're definitely in there––or someone is––as there's shuffling behind the material, a sound he can barely process over the rushing of his heart.

Fuck it, he finally says, and without giving himself a chance to doubt, he pulls open the flap.

You don't even notice him. To be fair, your eyes are closed. And you're a bit preoccupied. Your tongue is pretty far down that nurse's throat.

His mouth falls open as every muscle in his body freezes. It's the other nurse that actually sees him, and she taps you harshly with her wide eyes set on Snafu. You tear yourself away from her touch, turn to the marine, and all the air in the tent goes stagnant.

He leaves. Throws the flap back into place and all but sprints away, wide eyes burning in the cool night air. It's only a second or two of running before he hears the flap open and close again, followed by you yelling something, and ultimately your chasing footsteps.

You end up being surprisingly fast, and you easily catch up to him. Once you do you grab his wrist, tugging him back, and forcing him to face you. Both of your hearts are racing a hundred miles a minute, both of your eyes wide with shock.

"Merriel I am begging you, you cannot tell anyone about this, please, please, you can't, I’ll do anything," you beg him, and it's then he notices there's tears on the edge of your eyes. "Please do this for me, you can't tell anyone. Don't even think about it––just, pretend it never happened?"

He's panting, unable to formulate any response, only able to stare into your panic and sink in the fear pouring out of your desperate eyes.

"(Y/N), I'm––no, I won't," he says at last, and you practically collapse with relief, falling into him with your forehead on his shoulder. He continues in a murmur, awkwardly holding you, "I just... I'm.. I'm in love with you. I––I couldn't do that to you."

"Fuck, I know," you say in a breath, removing yourself to look him in the eye. "But I can't be with you."

You pause, and he waits a moment for you to continue, his brow quirked in curiosity.

"I'm a lesbian, Snafu."

"Oh," he says, but it doesn't process. Not for a minute, anyway. "Oh. Ohh. OHHHH."

"Yeah," you say with a vigorous nod.

"Okay, I thought – I thought I jus’ lost my touch, you're just.. a lesbian, okay," he says, sparking a laugh from you.

"You're not angry?"

"Shit cher, you can't control who you wanna get freaky with jus' as much as I can't," he says, smiling, and the tears in your eyes finally fall. They aren't sad, though––birthed from fear, yes, but falling from happiness.

"You're a lifesaver, Snaf."

As heartbroken as he truly is, none of it really shows in his face. At least now he knows it wasn't really his fault that you didn't show interest in him. Still, disappointment fills up his chest, until you tell him that he makes a good friend. It's then he realizes he can still keep you in his life, a version of modesty and stature and innocence that he can't achieve alone.

He won't ever be able to kiss you, which he does mourn––your lips are painfully soft, and every time he catches sight of them he yearns to press his own against them. Your statement on him works in reverse, though; you're a good friend, and that would be enough for Snafu. But Merriel hides within the bravado, within the suaveness of his voice and actions, and Merriel weeps childish tears that Snafu doesn't know how to wipe away and comfort. Snafu understands the reality of the world, but Merriel will always lament the unfairness of life.

You're the last piece of humanity here. It makes sense Merriel would never be able to win you.

[coloraturadiva]

A mistake - Chapter 2

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x F!Reader (You)

Summary:  Napoleon comes home and finds a surprise

Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Warnings: angst, pregnancy (I’m sure I forgot something...) 

Word Count: 1551

A/N: a special thank you to my lovely beta @iloveyouyen​ ! The third and last chapter of this story has already been written so don’t worry, you’ll get to read how it ends 😉

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You were walking home after work on a rainy afternoon, one of your hands resting protectively on your belly. You were still in distress, but you were also extremely excited to finally become a mother. You loved your little one to bits.

In your hand you were holding a bag with new clothes. 9 weeks had passed since you had talked to your grandmother and most of your clothes didn't fit you well anymore: you needed new maternity ones.

In the past weeks you talked infrequently with Napoleon: this mission was incredibly demanding, and dangerous, you imagined, and he didn't have many occasions to safely phone you without risking to compromise his work. You missed him terribly. He was trying, as always, to reassure you, but you felt from his voice that he was very tired and always on the edge. You would have given anything to have him home safe, resting in your bed. On a couple of occasions you tried to tell him about the baby, but you never had the courage to bother him during a mission. You would have preferred to talk to him face to face, but weeks passed and he never mentioned the date of his return, so you had made up your mind to tell him on the next call.

Once you set foot in your apartment, you realised that the light in the kitchen was turned on. Maybe you had forgotten it in the morning? You hung your coat by the door, placed your shopping bag on the console table and moved towards the kitchen.

“I can't believe that you are home late from work for the first time in years right on the day I come back from the longest of missions” his unmistakable voice coming from the kitchen made your blood freeze in your veins.

You entered the room and saw him standing by the sink, washing something he had likely used to prepare what was now cooking in the oven.

“My lovely lady is having fun without her man at home? Did you go shopping? Did you meet...” he turned around and stopped dead on his tracks. His eyes went to your abdomen. The light blue dress you were wearing didn't do much to conceal your growing roundness.

He stood there for what felt like hours, his mouth gaping, his eyes focused on your belly.

He had a bruise on his cheek, you noticed. And he looked pale and tired. In another situation you would have run to him, taking him in your arms and caressed his bruised cheek, but your legs weren't working and your brain was exploding. Say something Leon. Please, say something.

“What have you done?” he talked like a robot. His usually caressing voice sounded cold.

“What have WE done” you answered with a strength you didn't know you had. Maybe it was your maternal instinct talking?

He finally moved his gaze to look in your eyes. Your hands went to your belly.

His gaze was as cold and empty as his voice. He wasn't looking at you with loving eyes as he had done for years.

“We?”

“It takes two people to make a baby.”

“But you...”

“I am the one with a baby bump. Yes, it works like that. You were listening during biology hour.”

“I didn't want this.”

“I know, but it happened. Now we can...” you attempted a weak smile, moving a step in his direction.

“No!” he shouted at you. You took a step back, scared by his violent reaction. He had never ever shouted at you. “I still don't want it.”

The first tear rolled down your cheek.

“I envisaged it” you whispered, bowing your head.

“You should have told me.”

“Why? You don't want this baby. What's the difference?” your voice was trembling.

“I wouldn't have bothered coming here, seeing you like that...”

You looked up and shot a furious look at him.

“Listen my... Y/N. I overreacted and I'm sorry for that. Still, I can't be a father. I never wanted to be a father. I shouldn't be there.” He started walking towards the door, but you blocked his way.

“Napoleon, what are you doing?”

“I'm going away. I can't bear to stay here.”

“This is your house.”

“You can keep it, if you want. Or sell it, do whatever you want.”

“I don't care about the house! But us? I'm your wife...”

“You're right” he nodded. “I'll talk to my lawyer. I think we can solve this easily and with full satisfaction for both of us.”

“Leon, what are you saying? You want to blow up everything we built like that?”

“I can't stay like this.”

“So you leave me because something is not like you want it?”

“It's something really important.”

You sighed, he wasn't listening to you. He had already made up his mind.

“This is the one thing I've always been against. I never asked for much...”

“You never asked for much??? Do you have the faintest idea of what I do for you? I've been lying for you to family and friends EVERY. SINGLE. DAY about nearly anything regarding you to protect you and your job for years. Last year you were away from home 273 days. 273 DAYS. And when you come back you were deadly tired and bruised or injured. Most of the time I have no idea of where you are and when you'll be back. Or IF you'll be back. We can't go to certain places because you fear you can be recognised or I can be related to you. We are not even in the damn phone book and YOU dare to tell me that you never asked for much???”

“You knew about it all before marrying me. And you never complained.”

“Because I love you, you idiot! I endured it all for you, because I wanted to be with you despite it all.”

He bowed his head and stayed silent for a moment. You were right, you knew it.

“This just happened” you began, getting closer to him, resting your hand on his arm. “It's nobody's fault.”

“I'm not accusing you. I just saw it coming. I knew a baby would have come to separate us. We couldn't be happy together for too long.”

“It's your baby Napoleon, for God's sake!”

He looked at you like you were speaking an unknown language.

“I... I have to go”. He moved away from you and went to the front door. “I'll come tomorrow to get my things when you are at work, so I won't disturb you. I'll have my lawyer contact you for the bureaucracy. You can keep everything you want.”

He turned his back to you and opened the door.

“Leon, we can't end it like this...” you started to cry.

“I know, but there's no other way.”

“I want you.”

“You can't have me. Not like this.”

He closed the door and walked away, into the night.

You felt all your strength slip away from you. Your legs turned into jelly and you had to lean on the wall to carefully help yourself to sit on the floor.

It went exactly how you had envisioned. It was your worst nightmare taking place in real life. He couldn't even look at you. You had shared so much and now everything was gone. All ruined.

No one made a mistake. No one did anything wrong. Yet, both of you were paying the price of it.

Well, three of you. Your baby having to grow without a father will be paying as well.

This was so unfair.

You felt your heart breaking into small pieces. You literally felt it burn in your chest.

You loved him.

Despite everything, even what had just happened, you still loved him.

You curled on the floor, caressing your belly, and cried uncontrollably for hours. Your sobs were loud. Your neighbours had probably heard you from their apartment. You didn't care. You were physically hurting so much and being heard was the last one of your problems. You needed to throw out at least a bit of that pain. But it didn't work. You were just desperate to have him back, even if he was the cause of your pain. You couldn't believe that he was now your ex husband. You had hoped to spend all your life with him, fearing only the dangers provided by his job could take him away from you, but instead it was your defenceless and innocent baby to separate you. How ironic!

It should be his hands caressing your bump to soothe you, not your own. He should be here cuddling you, whispering you reassuring words, but he was gone.

The thought of not seeing him again felt like a slap on your face.

You'll have to do it all by yourself. Going through the pregnancy, giving birth, raising the baby. Alone.

You should be hating him for how he behaved, for how he treated you, for having abandoned you, but you couldn't do without loving him anyway.

Sometimes things are easier when you hate someone.

You weren't good at hating in general, and it was impossible for you to hate him.

He would still be the love of your life, despite everything.

And this hurt even more.

[ptersparkers]

hell froze over

summary: it’s a thursday afternoon and caliban’s taken you by surprise when he teleports to earth and asks you out on a date. not that you’d ever say no.

warnings: mentions of religion and typos, probably.

a/n: lol i can hear my parents sh*uting so i’m gonna write instead because!! we love distractions!! 

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Sabrina Spellman swore that Hell would have to freeze over the second she saw Caliban get “soft” and care for mortals.

That day was today. 

Greendale, being the small town that it was, housed many local favorites which included Dr. Cerberus’ diner, also dubbed as the local hangout of the Fright Club. There wasn’t much to say about the whole situation about who was running Hell with Sabrina’s clone down under and the Sabrina you knew alive and well, talking your ear off about Nick this, Harvey that, and Caliban this and that. 

If you were being completely honest, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

So when Caliban teleported back up to Earth’s surface and caught you off guard leaving school grounds, you let out the loudest yell imaginable and dropped all of the books and stray pieces of paper you were carrying. 

“Jesus Christ,” you said, clutching your heart. You bent down and started to pick up what you had dropped. 

Caliban chuckled. “Not quite. Doubt he’s ever going to come to Earth.” 

You didn’t pay much attention to his comment in favor of gathering everything that was on the concrete and Caliban frowned, bending down to help you pick up some notebooks that were closer to him than you. When you finally stood up, you moved strange of hair out from your face and huffed, annoyed. 

“If you’re going to scare me, at least do it where people won’t see because I’m pretty sure I’ve embarrassed myself enough for this entire school year.” The corner of Caliban’s mouth lifted into a smirk when he saw you try to reassure your schoolmates and tugged on your backpack strap to get your attention.

“It’s a Thursday afternoon,” he stated. 

“Yes?”

“Do you have any plans?”

You were taken off guard. 

“What are you planning?” you asked with a raised brow. 

“Nothing bad,” he promised. “Since Sabrina number two is down in Hell dealing with things for the weekend, I figured why not come up here and spend the day with my favorite mortal.” You laughed at the sentiment and fixed your backpack to keep the straps from falling. 

“Well, I’m headed to the diner to study for a little bit before I head to cheerleading practice,” you explained. “I have about two hours before I have to be there so might as well eat and study. You know, kill two birds with one stone.” 

“Mind if I join you?” he asked. 

“You want to watch me study for two hours? It’a gonna be kind of boring,” you explained. 

“Think of me as your study-buddy.”

“Where did you even learn that phrase?”

“Sabrina’s rubbing off on me,” Caliban said with a low laugh. He gestured away from you. “Lead the way.” 

The diner wasn’t too packed when you arrived and you chose a table big enough to let you put your laptop and notebooks on while having a plate of food beside you. Your water bottle sat proudly in Caliban’s hands as he looked at the various stickers stuck to it. 

“This is quite peculiar,” he said.

“It’s a bunch of memories,” you explained. “This one’s from the camp grounds Harvey and I used to go to when we were younger. The orange one is from when Sabrina and I first became friends and that red one is the first sticker I saw with the world ‘Hell’ on it after coming back from, you know, Hell.” 

Caliban smiled at that one. “You’re odd.” 

You tilted your head and chuckled, not knowing how to respond to such a comment. You turned your attention to the screen in front of you, reading online articles assigned to you for your AP World History class. 

“What is ‘AP’?” Caliban asked, looking at the textbook that sat beside your computer. 

“It stands for advanced placement. It’s basically a college course for high schoolers so we don’t have to take it when we get to college and it gives us school credit.” 

“Sounds complicated.”

“It is,” you said, clicking out of the article you had finished taking notes on. “I think this while ‘Hell’ ordeal set me back because I haven’t been studying as much as I used to. At the end of the school year, everyone who takes AP classes has the chance to take a test that determines a score, which determines college credit.”

“You humans are so overachieving,” he commented, stealing a fry from your plate. “But I suppose being knowledgable isn’t bad.”

“Sometimes I feel like I put too much pressure on myself,” you confessed, your gaze back on the man sitting in front of you. “Like, does this really matter? Whether I ace or fail my AP tests won’t matter in the long run and it’s not like I can avoid going to Heaven or Hell.”

Caliban quirked an eyebrow, realizing that discovering the secrets of witches, Hell, and Heaven had left you in a turmoil that no one bothered to discuss. Sabrina was a witch and had accepted her fate on her sixteenth birthday. As for the other three mortals, they had some sort of lineage in magic that offered them solace. You did not. 

“Going to Hell really messed with you, didn’t it?” You didn’t want to say anything in fear of offending Caliban. When he wasn’t trying to steal the throne from Sabrina, he was a decent person, you thought. 

“Um,” you said, pausing, “I think it made me realize some things. I think those things are making me confused about the next step in my life and if what I’m doing is worth finishing.” 

Caliban looked at you and the various books, notebooks, and writing utensils sprawled out on the table. He saw your color-coded planner, binders that kept your articles and paperwork in place, and the dark tint underneath your eyes. That was all he needed to know. 

“I think you’re on the right path. From the looks of it,” he said, gesturing to the messy table in front of you, “you are so passionate and dedicated about learning and doing something with your life. Not many people can say the same. You have the advantage of knowing Hell exists and the second layer to humanity while others wonder about religion and faith. Use it to your advantage.”

“If I hear this correctly, it seems like you don’t want me to give up.” 

“I don’t,” he said, almost too quickly. “Your ambition to do well on your tests resembles my quest to become King of Hell. As I have found out another way to rule Hell alongside Sabrina, I think you’re going to find out what you’re meant to do in life.” 

“You’re starting to sound like someone who believes in God.” 

He chuckled. “God and angels exist. You know that now. I suppose you’ll have to continue praying to find out what He has in store for you.” 

You sat there, dumbfounded. It wasn’t too long ago that Caliban had been in the grand room, cursing angels and Heaven above out of frustration and anger. You and Sabrina had been waiting for him to finish throwing his tantrum before she could engage in business with him, so hearing Caliban talk about having faith in something that even he didn’t believe him gave you a glimmer of motivation. 

“I don’t even know what to say,” you said softly, fiddling with a pen. 

“Go out with me,” Caliban said. “To that drive in theater across town. You mentioned once that you like to go there when you’re stressed. We could forget about Heaven and Hell for one night.” 

“Okay,” you said quietly, earning a gigantic grin from Caliban.

As you were about to pack up your belongings, you heard a “Oh for Satan’s sake” from behind you and turned to see Sabrina rolling her eyes, already dressed in her cheer uniform. 

“Caliban, my clone and I are going to beat your ass if you hurt Y/N in any way,” she said in a sickly sweet tone. Caliban nodded, heading the message without much argument. You packed up your belongings and ran to use the restroom, leaving the two mystical beings alone. 

“I really like her,” Caliban said after a brief pause. “And I know you don’t agree wholeheartedly but I intend to prove otherwise.” 

“Y/N’s smart and won’t take anything from a boy if she’s not comfortable with it,” said Sabrina. “All I’m saying is you should watch you back should you ever hurt her in any way because it’s not just the Fright Club that’s gonna come after you.” 

Caliban gulped and watched as you emerged, putting your hair in a low bun before walking outside to go to cheerleading practice. 

“How does tomorrow night sound?” Caliban asked before you entered Harvey’s truck.

“Pick me up at six,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “And this time, please don’t teleport and scare me.” 

The boy made of clay laughed and promised not to, watching as you climbed into the truck and waved goodbye. He saw Sabrina give him an all-knowing look, but he was determined to befriend your friends if it was the last thing he did. 

Hell, he had an entire lifetime to get to know you. 

***

BONUS:

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked as Harvey and Sabrina looked at you. The keys were in the engine but Harvey didn’t bother moving, opting to look between you and the spot where Caliban had teleported to Hell. 

“I know he’s kind of a good guy now, but are you serious?” Harvey asked. 

“What?” you asked, provoking him. “Am I not allowed to be in relationships like you two?”

“I’m just surprised, is all,” said Sabrina. “I mean, you did hate him when we first met him.”

“Absolutely nobody messes with my best friend,” you said. “You two, well, the other you, is ruling with him peacefully.”

“What is he tries to pull a trick?” Harvey asked. 

You had to admit, that was a fair concern. 

“I don’t think it’ll come to that, but if it does, there’s no way in Hell, literally, I’m choosing a boy over my best friends. Who, by the way, I’ve been friends longer with.” 

Harvey seemed to like this answer and started the engine, driving back to the school grounds with you in between him and Sabrina. 

“I guess Hell really did freeze over.” 

***

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[phlebaswrites]

The Man You Think You Know

Summary:

Izuna never intended to marry a supernatural creature.

He has the worst luck in the world.

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Izuna Word Count: 2203 (Complete)

For @silverutahraptor​ and @greencuttingmat​ who encouraged me to write this.

Tobirama is a Pontianak. Check out the third chapter of this story on AO3 if you want to find out exactly how that works.

The title comes from this poem by Catherine Fisher:

“Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know.”

Warnings for the fic: Horror, Pontianak, Offscreen Graphic Violence and Gore, Supernatural Elements, non-consensual marriage, Consensual Relationship

Izuna opens his eyes to find Tobirama sitting on top of him and stroking his face.

He freezes. "Tobirama? What are you doing?"

He was so tired when he got back from his mission yesterday evening that he crawled into bed next to his wife without even taking off his dirty clothing, resigned to being very politely reprimanded in the morning.

This is not the scolding that he was expecting.

He may have just woken up, and his mind may still be a little foggy, but he’s still sharp enough to notice details. Details like how Tobirama’s nails are long, longer than they've been since they married. As long as they were when they met.

That's.... not a good sign.

"Looking at my husband." Tobirama's face is calm, impassive, unsmiling. "My husband who hasn't betrayed me in all the time that we've been married. The only husband I've ever had."

Izuna thinks back. He's never broken a promise to Tobirama, that's true.

He's never touched a female since they got married. Almost having his dick ripped off as he narrowly avoided disembowelment kind of put a damper on his libido, and the thought of what his Pontianak wife might do to him if he tried was enough to make the idea really unappealing.

It has nothing to do with the way Tobirama's been good to him for all of the years of their marriage.

It's not about the way Tobirama's smile softens when he looks at the clan children, or the way his white hair shimmers in the sunlight with a literally unearthly beauty. It's not about the grief in his red eyes, so like and unlike the Sharingan at the same time, when he reflects that their marriage will forever be childless.

No, none of that has anything to do with it.

"That still doesn't explain why you're sitting on me in the middle of the night.” Izuna puts his hands on Tobirama's thighs, feeling strong muscles tense and then relax under his palms.

"Doesn't it?” Tobirama raises an elegant eyebrow. "We're married. I should be able to do things like this. Some people might almost say that it's my duty."

Tobirama's mouth twists with bitterness, and Izuna can't stand it anymore. He rolls and pins Tobirama under him, and his wife goes limp under his weight. "Anyone who would dare to say something like that can face my Mangekyō." It's a snarl and Izuna barely recognises his own voice. "Fuck them. You do what you want. You're free now, I can tell. Take your freedom. Go. Leave me.”

Tobirama raises his arms, winding them around Izuna's neck. "I am free. Your brother pulled the senbon out of my neck yesterday afternoon."

Izuna makes a mental note to go and yell at nii-san later. Fuck him and his desire to meddle in Izuna's marriage!

"But I don't want to leave. Your brother is no longer the man who betrayed me and died by my hand. Your clan are not so different from my own. And you're a good husband, Izuna." Tobirama pulls him down with inhuman strength, rolling their hips together in a dance that they've not engaged in since the night they first met. "So be with me truly. Marry me in every way, and bind me to you, not with magic but with love."

Izuna leans down and slants their mouths together. He might be a fool, and he might well be a dead man by this time tomorrow, but this is an offer that he won't refuse.

Not even if it costs him his eyes.

Read the rest on AO3.

[peachymarkeu]

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: NCT 127 x OC

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮: Fluff, Angst & Suggestive

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: What is it like being an 18 year old girl that had just moved into her new apartment and then suddenly meeting the people she would consider to be her brothers while being away from her parents?

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1: 𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻

I woke up from my very long nap and searched for my phone. It was 4 in the afternoon and I haven't started to unpack my things. I sat in the corner of my bed contemplating whether I should let my laziness consume me and fix my things tomorrow morning or just do it right away. I decided to just get it done so that I wouldn't have to do anything tomorrow. I got up from the bed and started to unpack my things from my luggage. I turned on some music again just to hype me up while fixing my things.

Angel by NCT127 is now playing on Spotify

One by one, I started to place my dresses in hangers, folded my t-shirts so they were all neatly placed inside my closet. I also arranged my shoes inside the shoe cubbies and placed my other stuff orderly inside the drawers. It took me roughly an hour to finish everything since I haven’t moved in all of my stuff. My parents told me that they will be the one to bring my other stuff over on another day.

5:30 it said on the clock and I started to feel quite hungry. I went to the kitchen to search for something to cook or to eat. I opened the refrigerator and found nothing, opened the cabinets and saw nothing but cobwebs and dust.

‘Well that’s great.’ i thought to myself. Now I have no choice but to go out and buy food from the grocery store. I rolled my eyes and went to my bedroom to change into some decent clothes.

It was quite chilly outside so I decided to wear blue jeans and a white turtleneck. I put on some white Nike socks and my Nike Air-Force 1’s. I topped it all off with a big furry coat so that I’m sure I won’t be freezing while I was out. My hair was tied in a ponytail so that the wind wouldn’t blow my hair and make it all messy. 

I grabbed my keys and a hot pack and started to head out. I put on my earphones and started to listen to my playlist. Since it was rush hour, more people were seen on the streets. The sidewalks were illuminated by colorful lights from signs that are welcoming customers. To be honest, I kind of enjoyed being outside at this time. It gives me a very warm feeling seeing people around me in such a wonderful city. After a few crosses and blocks I reached the small grocery store. 

“Annyeonghaseyo! Welcome to SG27.” the sales lady greeted me as I entered the store. I gave her a small smile and a bow to acknowledge her greeting.

I went straight to the rack where they kept all of the shopping baskets and carts and decided to grab a cart so that I could fit all the things that I needed to buy. I then went through the aisle and bought food, toiletries and other household items that I needed for the apartment. While strolling through the food aisle an idea popped into my head.

‘Maybe I should give something to neighbors and befriend them?’ I said in my mind and proceeded to call my Eomma and ask what ingredients I needed in order to make homemade kimchi.

Ring...Ring...Ring…

“Eomma!” I called out to her through the phone.

“Oh, wae Yuna-yah” she replied

“Eomma, what are the ingredients that I need to make homemade kimchi? I wanted to make some and give them to my neighbors.” I asked her

“Aigoo my daughter is so sweet. Listen carefully and list down everything that I will say ok?” she then listed down every ingredient that I needed.

“...and chilli powder, that’s all you need. You remember how to make it right? You used to help me whenever I made them for my coworkers.” she said to me which made me remember all the time I would help her in the kitchen which made me smile.

“Nae Eomma don’t worry I got this” I replied.

“Ok finish up buying your things and head home already it's getting late.” my Eomma said.

“Mhm…” and I ended the call.

I continued buying everything that I needed and filled up my whole cart. I went to the sales lady near the exit of the grocery store and checked out the things that I bought.

“Cash or credit?” the sales lady asked.

I gave her my card and she processed the payment and gave me my shopping bags. They were pretty heavy but I managed to carry them back to my apartment complex. As I entered the building, I dropped the shopping bags near the couch in the lobby and stretched out my arms and legs. Exhaustion was really evident in my face which made me really embarrassed knowing how haggard I looked. A few seconds later a group of people wearing black bubble coats and facemasks entered. It creeped me out seeing these tall figures, with faces well covered as if they were trying to get away from murder or some crime. I didnt realize that I was staring until someone tapped my shoulder.

“Um... excuse me, are you going to sit down? If you are going to not please move, you are blocking the seats.” the fair woman told me.

“Oh-uh sorry” I apologized and grabbed my shopping bags and went to the elevator.

As I entered the elevator the scariest thing happened to me. One by one, the mysterious tall figures entered the elevator.

‘What the fuck, Holy Shit, this is not ok. I just moved here and now I'm going to die. What are they? A mafia? No.. No.. a cult? Please save me’ I was screaming in my mind while being pushed to the very corner of the elevator.

I wasn’t able to press my floor button but say that it was already pressed along with the 5th floor. I’m not even exaggerating, this might be the longest elevator ride I’ve ever been on. I couldn’t breathe for a second with all the anxiety that was crawling up my body. 

“5th floor” the lady elevator voice said. 

4 of them got off the elevator and before the doors closed the last person said something to the others.

“Rest well guys, we’ve got a long day tomorrow” 

‘Hold up that sounds really familiar. I know I’ve heard that voice somewhere’ i said in my mind.

We waited a few seconds again until we reached our floor. Once  the doors opened I was the first one to get out of the elevator and turned to the left. I told myself not to look back but I did anyway. I saw the 5 other tall figures go the same way I did. I quicken my pace, scared of why they were following me. I looked back again and they were still following me so I started to jog to my door. When I reached my door I searched for my keys in my pockets while they were getting closer and closer.

‘Come on, come on’ i thought to myself.

They were literally a few feet near me when I found my keys and opened my door. In a rush I started to throw the shopping bags into the apartment one by one. Easy to say that luck was not on my side because the very last bag ripped in the bottom and everything inside it was now on the floor. I spaced out for like 3 seconds then...

“Yah!” one of the tall figures shouted. He then went to where I was very quickly with their long legs.

I got so scared that I left the things on the floor and went straight inside of my apartment leaving my things on the floor. Before shutting the door I saw a glimpse of the tall figure's face.

‘Wait… Jaehyun Oppa…?’

BAAM! The door closed.

[talpup]

Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud.  He knew there would be trails.  He knew trouble would come his way.  Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant.  What he didn’t know.  Didn’t expect.  Was that literal Chaos would come his way.  That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble.  Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealousy of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Doing a double update this week for two reasons. One of which is because I’m really excited to share chapter 101. A LOT will be going down next chapter.

Chapter 100

Yami rubbed his eyes, tired from the late night spent in Jax’s office. The secret meeting had felt like it would never end, everyone talking and theorizing about all they had learned.  Yami could’ve kissed Greywright when the Commander called an end to it saying it was getting them nowhere.  Exhausted from the long day and troubled sleep of the night before, Yami couldn’t have agreed more.  The meetings talk had devolved into a mess of words that had left his mind fogged and dizzy.

Having told Jax he would fill Bran in on the rest in the morning, Yami had taken the younger man out for a ride to do exactly that.  Jax hadn’t been happy.  The Captain was protective of his squad and didn’t like another member being brought in and endangered by all this.  Jax hadn’t been much happier about Yami going out for a ride either; but had relented now knowing the cause of Yami’s added aggression, and wanting to help in away way he could.

Back from their ride, Yami latched the gate behind Pilfer.  “Any questions?”

“Too many.”  Bran stepped back from No Name’s closed kennel.  After hearing the whole of it all, his mind was even more fried than it had been after last nights meeting.

“Any questions I can answer.”  Yami clarified.

Bran thought a moment, nothing and everything flipping through his mind at once.  He shook his head.  “None that I can formulate or think of now.”

Yami nodded, understanding.  If Bran hadn’t been overwhelmed from sitting in on last nights meeting, he certainly was now.  “If you do have any don’t go bugging Teris or Jax.”

“Does that mean I come to you?”  Bran asked, a little too eagerly.

Yami nearly said no; but he was the one who had brought Bran in on this. He was responsible for the kid now.  As if he hadn’t felt responsible enough for Bran before, what with being Vice Captain and the way Bran looked up to him.

Giving a nod, Yami grumbled.  “So long as you aren’t a nuisance.”

“I won’t be.”  Bran promised.

“I know it was said last night and I stared with it.  But you really can’t tell anyone.  Family.  Friends.  Sir Jorah.  Anyone.”

“I know.  I won’t.”

Thinking of how poorly he and Teris had masked their own knowledge about Ellara when faced with the Advisor a few weeks ago, Yami told.  “And no letting on that you know.  So stay well away from Olsen, Iban, and Ellara if you can’t act dumb.”

Before Yami could say that he should stay away from Iban and Ellara regardless, Bran told.

“I can act dumb!  I’m real good at it.”  Bran grimaced.

Yami chuckled and turned to the path that led up to the house.  “Come on.  Let’s get inside.  I’m hungry.”

100.2

Jon turned the corner to see a squad member leading Jax down the hall.

“On your way to see Captain Julius, Captain?”  Jon questioned.

Jax turned, his escort doing the same.

“I’ll take Captain Jax, Fragil.  I’m on my way there anyway.”

Fragil nodded and left the two men, going about her business.

Pulling up beside Jax, Jon utterly softly.  “You all must’ve learned something really important or disturbing last night.  I woke up early this morning to find Captain Julius in his study surround by books. Don’t think he ever went to bed.”

“I didn’t go to bed either.”  Jax yawned.  “And it was both important and disturbing.  How are things with Kess?”

“You say you learned something important and disturbing enough that you and Captain Julius didn’t go to sleep, yet are asking me about the Silver Eagles Captain?”

“No. I’m asking about your new betrothed who just so happens to be the Silver Eagles Captain.”  At Jon’s look, Jax shrugged.  “What? Someone elses troubles help take my mind off mine.”

“What makes you think the engagement is troubled?  And how did you hear of it?  We were only just betrothed yesterday afternoon.”  Jon’s eyes narrowed.  “Have you and my Captain been gossiping again?”

Jax smirked.  “News like this travels faster than Wild Fire in a windstorm.  So, are congratulations or sympathies an order?”

Jon gritted his teeth and opened his Captain's private study door.

“Stop!” Julius spun around, hand outstretched.

Jax stopped in mid-step.

Julius quickly created a time sphere for all inanimate objects in the room, freezing them in place.  “Alright.  It’s safe now.”

“Are you sure about that?  Julius, what…”  Jax slowly stepped inside, concerned eyes looking about the room.

Jon followed in the Black Bulls Captain's wake.  He quickly closed the door behind, not wanting any servants or squad members who might pass to see the manic mess.  And it was a mess.  Books were piled as high as a man was tall.  Countless tomes laid strewn open over each other, covering every surface from tables to chairs to the backs and arms of a sofa.  There were even a couple books precariously balanced on a pot, crushing some poor plant.  But it was the scrolls and loose leaf papers that really made the scene.  They were scattered everywhere. Apparently out of room Julius had begun laying pages out on the floor.  And when that wasn’t enough, he had taken to tacking things on the wall and pinning them to the curtains.

“Julius! What the--”  Jax tripped over the curled part of a scroll, Julius�� spell making it immovable.  The Black Bulls Captain cursed, taking several steps to steady himself.

“I had Marx transcribe what Bran overheard, and what the History of Chaos said about the portrait, along with what Teris read from Captain Shadow’s journal.”  Julius said, as if that explained the state of his private study.

Jon looked between the two Captain's.  “She was able to read it?”

Jax frowned.  He was going to tell his friend that it still didn’t explain all this, but Julius spoke first.

“I can’t believe you let Teris keep Captain Shadow’s journal.” Julius said, neither man acknowledging Jon’s question.

Jax shrugged a shoulder.  “Seemed reasonable since she’s the only one who can read the hidden message.”

Reasonable as it was, Julius wasn’t having it.  “But you know how she is. What if she--”

“Became obsessed and stayed awake all night, littering the floor with paper and pinning things to the walls?”  Jax cut in over his friend, looking pointedly around the room.

“I know about the journal you found.”  Julius said, reasoning his behavior.

Jax made a face, feeling both guilty and grateful he hadn’t been able to tell Yami about the journal two days ago when Yami had called him out on holding a secret.  “I’m going to tell them.”

“You can’t.  Teris will--”

“Do the same as you and make a mess of the general study at my base?” Jax questioned over Julius.  “Maybe.  But we promised those two no more secrets.  More than that, Teris and Yami have the History of Chaos.  After what we learned last night.  Given what you and Greywright came to suppose after I found that journal Iban told me about…  What if you and Greywright are right?”

Julius’ eyebrows pulled together.  He didn’t like Jax thinking he was right.  He didn’t want to be right.  It had been a crazy theory at the time.  It was still a crazy thought.  Just because what they had learned last night further pointed to such a possibility didn’t make the idea any less insane.  But given everything else; talk of Chaos and primordial forces, and crazy zealots who wanted to end everything to start a new beginning.  Was the notion that they were dealing with someone that old really that insane?

Sighing, Julius relented.  “Fine.  But at least wait a couple days.  Give them tomorrow off to relax and unwind.  They’ll need it.”

100.3

Ready for a nap after a hearty lunch, Yami entered Teris’ makeshift office.  He shook his head, seeing her bent over Captain Shadow’s journal exactly as he figured she would be.  “You gonna obsess over that thing all day?”

“I’m rereading, not obsessing.”  Teris muttered, without lifting her head.

“What obsessive freaks like you and Julius call rereading.  Normal folk call obsessing.”  Yami teased.

“You’re far from normal, Sukehiro.”

Yami smirked, hearing the smile in her voice.  He pushed aside the journal Jax should've taken away from her last night and set a plate of food in front of her.

“Hey!” Teris complained, reaching for the diary.  Seeing the food, her brows furrowed.  “What’s this?”

Yami leaned back against the table.  “What’s it look like?”

“Lunch.” Teris’ eyes widened.  “It’s lunch time?”

“Past.” Yami crossed his arms and stared down at her.  “See what I mean about obsessing?”

Teris’ stomach grumbled.  She blushed.

Chuckling, Yami encouraged.  “Dig in.”

“Thanks.”

Yami kissed her head, hand smoothing her hair.  “I’m gonna take a nap. If you’re not at the table for supper, I’m coming in here and burning that thing.”

“You wouldn’t.”  Teris said with certainty.

Yami righted, hand falling to his side.  “Try me.”

Feeling less certain, Teris turned in her seat to look at him.  Finding his expression void of taunting or humor, she complained.  “You’re terrible.”

A small grin cracked Yami’s somewhat stern expression.  “Yet you choose to be with me.  What’s that say about you?”

“That I’m either a fool or glutton for punishment.”  Teris half grumbled, half played.

“Well I know you’re no fool.  As for punishment...”  Yami’s eyes raked over her, crooked smile growing.  “The only punishment I’d ever give would be pleasurable for the both of us.”

100.3.2

Yami closed the door to Teris’ makeshift office feeling a light-hearted ease despite all they’d learned last night.  After teasing Teris like that and seeing her beautiful blush, how could he not?  Teris was capable of making all his troubles disappear with a single smile. She--

Yami’s footsteps stopped as he passed the narrow door of the servants stairs. “I told you to stay away from Teris. What are you doing sulking around her?”

“I’m not here for Teris.  Why do you think I let you sense my presence?” Iban stepped out of the dark opening that led down to his lab.

Yami turned, watching the Blood Mage appear out of the enclosed stairwell.

Iban looked Yami over and tisked.  “You really are having a time of it aren’t you?”

“A time of what?”  Yami asked.  Even without Bran having overheard the conversation between Iban and Ellara, it was always better to play dumb and hope Iban would give further information for free.

Iban stalked closer.  “You don’t have to pretend with me, Vice Captain.  I can help.”

Yami would’ve rested his hand on the hilt of his katana; but he rarely carried the weapon around the house.  Instead he placed a hand on his left hip.  “I already told you never to mention that dark magic ritual of yours to me again.”

“I am not speaking of the communicative dreams with the page of Chaos. I am speaking about the trouble you are currently having with the Darkness building within you. ”  Iban said.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Creepy.”

“So that dark, consuming pull I feel is not beginning to effect your temper?”  Iban questioned.  “At first I thought it was simply because you have such a short temper as it is.  But I was wrong.  The force within you is greater.”

“Greater?”

“Greater than the Light that is within--”

Yami snarled, daring Iban to say Teris’ name.

Iban smiled and went on.  “I think the Darkness within you is far greater than Alowishus Spade could have ever imagined.”

“But you can help.”  Yami supplied with a huff.

Iban gave a single nod.

Yami’s lip twitched in another sneer.  “You wanna help?  Tell me about this Darkness that’s supposedly building inside me.  Way is it so much stronger?  What do the Agents of Chaos want with it?  What do they have planned for the Winter Solstice?”

“Sorry, Vice Captain.  Such answers are far too costly.”

If it weren’t for what Bran had overheard, Yami would've thought Iban was referring to the price it would’ve cost him.  But now he knew otherwise.  Alowishus Spade had forced Iban into some sort of vow of silence; and the the cost the Blood Mage was referring to was the cost to lives of Iban’s family.

“There’s people working on it.  I don’t need your help.”  Yami gruffed.

“Who? Captain Jax and Commander Greywright?”  Iban’s eyes glimmered in the dim hall light.  “Our Captain and Knights Commander are highly capable men.  But this is so far from their field of expertise.  No doubt that is why the Captain has not told you of the assistance I gave him several weeks back.  Because Captain Jax has deferred to Captain Julius.  And the Azure Deers Captain is overly protective of his little sister, and protege.”

Yami’s eyes narrowed wondering what he was talking about.

“No doubt you mean Captain Julius and Senior Investigations Mage Marx are working on it.”  Iban went on.  “Such great scholarly minds might be able to find something that may be of assistance.  But will they find it in time?  And will it help enough?  I can feel the force seeping from your seams.  It is like the pressure of an oncoming storm.  Ready to burst and wash us away at any moment.” He tilted his head, staring Yami in the eye.  “I wonder which you will do first.  Kill everything in sight, including your friends.  Or head straight to Teris to--”  His words cut off in a gurgle.

Hand around Iban’s throat, Yami growled.  “Say her name again and I’ll end you.”

“I—be—lieve—oo.” Iban choked.

It was a fight for Yami to force his hand to release the Blood Mage.  He stepped back, corded muscles trembling with bridled energy.  Never had he moved so fast without mana skin.  He could have killed Iban. He had wanted to kill him.  The only thing that had stopped him was a small lingering voice of reason.  And that voice was quickly fading. Iban was right.  He would soon lose control to the force inside him. He had to get a handle on this or else…

Yami looked down the hallway toward Teris’ makeshift office.  He could sense her mana as bright as any ships warning beacon.  Never before had he worried at how her mana called to him, but he started to now.

Regaining his breath, Iban followed Yami’s gaze.  “She may be able to stop you.  Call you back as she did once before.  But do you really want to put her through that?  To take the chance that she will be unable to?  That you will devour her and destroy everything in sight?”

“I don’t want your help.”  Yami rumbled.

Iban heard the conflict in his voice.  “This one will not cost you, Vice Captain.  After all it is a form of self preservation.”

Tempted as Yami was, there was one thing stopping him.  “No doubt it entails black magic.”

“Yes.” Iban admitted.  “It is unavoidable.  After all it is black magic that is causing this.  Or have you deluded yourself into believing that things Alowishus Spade is doing, including the rituals he put her through and has in store for you, is nothing but benign sanctioned magic.”

Yami glared and told again.  “I don’t want or need your help.”

“I admire a man who doesn’t want to dabble in black magic.”

Yami looked skeptically at Iban.

“What? I do.”  Iban exhaled, slowly.  “That said.  In this instance. You either get your hands dirty with black magic.  Or you will see them soaked with blood.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“What? Seeing you tainted by using black magic?  Or seeing you stained in the blood of your friends?”

Yami ground his teeth, wishing Iban would stop calling such images to mind.  “This force inside me is connected or part of my magic and mana, right?  Why can’t I just use so much mana a day and stop it from overflowing?”

“That might work for a time.”  Iban said.

Yami growled.  Julius had given the same answer when Yami suggested it during last nights meeting.

“There is a mana source that could be of help.  But I am fairly certain you would be even less likely to accept his assistance than you would mine.”

“Why?” Yami asked.

“Why Spade’s mana?  He is Death.  The father of Darkness.”

Yami almost ask how Alowishus Spade’s mana could be of help but it didn’t matter.  Instead, he asked.  “Why me?  Teris didn’t have this problem.”

“Your counterpart is not a third seventh born son.  Nor does she wield three types of magic from three different worlds.  She is from this land.  In tune to this lands magic.  Her ties are deep.  The roots of House Nova’s bloodline goes back further than the Clover Kingdom itself.  The family one of the oldest this land has.”

Frowning, Yami shook his head.  “I wield no magic from other worlds.”

“Do you not?”  Iban questioned.

“My homeland has no magic.”

Iban sighed, annoyed at Yami’s small mindedness.  “I am not here to convince you of your unique power, but to offer you a way to deal with the force growing inside you.”

“I said no.”  Yami growled, wanting to pummel Iban till the answer got through his thick head.

“Very well.  You know where to find me when you change your mind.”

Yami watched Iban turn back toward the servants stairwell, presumably to return his labs.  A nagging worry made him call out in question. “What happens if we manage to stay out of the Agents of Chaos’ grasp and their sick ritual doesn’t go down?  Do I stay like this? Does the force inside me continue to build until it takes over completely?  Or will it just go back to normal?”

Iban looked over his shoulder wearing a crooked smirk.  “It is both cute and sad that you think you have a chance of evading them.  The man is Death.  One would think that you would have grasped at least that by now.  You cannot avoid Death, Yami Sukehiro.  In the end, Death will always have its way.”

100.4

Olsen’s smile grew at the sound of rowdy banter coming from the dining hall. He heard Venice ask about tomorrows plans and something made him stop short.  As a gentleman, Olsen made a point never to eavesdrop. Especially when a lady was talking.  It didn’t matter that Venice's question might not be addressed to anyone in particular.  Or that the rest of the squad was likely at the table making the conversation far from private.  It was still unchivalrous.

Yet Olsen had no control over himself as he inched quietly closer, and listened in, eyes unfocused.

100.4.2

“I’m not sure.”  Teris answered Venice's question.

“You should take the day off.”  Jax encouraged from his seat.

Teris turned to the Captain.  “Really?”

“Yeah. You both should.”  Jax said, looking to Yami who sat to his left. He smiled, pleased Venice had given him a way to go about Julius’ ask without raising too much suspicion.  The Azure Deers Captain had been right, of course.  Whether he was going to tell Yami and Teris about the journal the day after tomorrow or not; his Vice Captain's needed a days break.

Yami’s eyes narrowed.  Jax had managed to get the entire squad, save for Iban, two days off little less than a month ago for Vanessa’s birthday party.  Encouraging them to take a day off so soon after that seemed suspect.

“What are you playing at?”  Yami asked.

“Nothing!” Jax assured, his tone and expression affirming the answer for the lie it was.

Seated to Yami’s left, Tobin nudged him with an elbow.  “Don’t go questioning an offer of a day off.”

Yami’s hand curled into a fist.  He didn’t want to hit his friend; but these days there was a constant underlying urge to hit something. And, playful or not, Tobin’s nudge nearly had him doing so.

He noticed the way Iban watched him, gold eyes shining.  Yami’s hand twitched wanting to wipe the smug, knowing smirk off the Blood Mage’s face.  Swallowing, Yami forced his hand open.   It didn’t matter if expending a sizable amount of mana wouldn’t work long term.  He just needed something to help right now.

“Jack’s been bugging me about going over to the Green Mantis base for a day of sparring.”  Yami eyed Tobin.  “You game?”

“For squashing that gangly bug?  Do you even have to ask?”  Tobin grinned.

“That means Teris and I can have a girls day.”  Venice enthused.

“It’s been far too long since we’ve had one of those.”  Teris said, excited by the thought.

Looking at Venice over the rim of his cup, Jax said.  “I find it amusing you and Tobin think you’re getting tomorrow off.”

Abril laughed at Venice's expression.

“Abril will cover for me.”  Venice volunteered the other girl.

Abril laughed all the louder.

Jax shook his head.  “She can’t.  I let her and Bran have tomorrow off a week ago.”

Venice's head snapped to Abril.  “What are you two doing?”

“Going to Raque to see Ricte.”  Abril answered.

Bran glanced nervously at Gendry.  While Gendry frowned at Abril.

“What happened to Ricte worked and couldn’t have any ol’ day off?” Teris asked, protective of Abril.

“Oh! I wanna go to Raque!  I haven’t been in so long.”  Venice whined.

Thinking Teris wouldn’t have much of a day off without her friend.  Never mind that he didn’t want her going out alone.  Jax sighed and told Venice.  “Fine.  You and Tobin can have the day off.”

“I don’t care about Tobin.  I just want to go to Raque with Teris.” Venice said.

“Hey.” Tobin complained.

Venice looked at Teris.  “You good with spending the day at Raque?”

“A day at the beach sounds grand.”  Teris smiled.

“Almost as grand as Gendry and I kicking Jack and Tobin’s ass’s.”  Yami said, in attempt at cheering Gendry.

“Hey!” Tobin complained again.

Rolling his eyes, Jax submitted to Yami’s sly addition of Gendry getting a day off.  “So long as Iban and Olsen stick around in case a mission order comes in and actual work needs to be done.”

100.4.3

Eyes still unfocused, Olsen quietly exited the house.  He created a cloud of water vapor and took to the air, having a sudden explicable and overwhelming need to see Ellara.

Comments are VERY MUCH appreciated and really make my day.  Thank you to those who have left hearts.  And a special THANK YOU to those who have recently commented or re-blogged. It really means a lot.

I’ve worried for a while that readers would have a hard time keeping everything with the Chaos plot straight given the long, slow draw of that plot and it seems a that worry has come to life.  Below is a list of Alowishus’ past lives.  If any of you would be interested in a list of chapter and scenes where the Chaos plot is prevalent please let me know, all it would take is a slight amendment to my personal fic notes.

Fin Spade – 1st life, son of Erin (who was Yurist's son) and Mira Spade; Fin was the one who stole the Future of Chaos out of labyrinth #297,353 only having it for a short time before Erin stole it back and "joined" it where it would be safe. Some years later Fin killed his father Erin at a placed known as the Dais.

Garo Belin – 2nd life, son of a middling merchant family; After starting to remember his past life as Fin and thinking he was going crazy, Garo went to the Dais (the place where the geyser labyrinth will eventually be, and currently is in fics timeline). There Garo found Erin Spade's skull and died doing the spell that put Erin’s soul in the skull.

?? – 3rd life; remembered 1st & 2nd lives when he was 10yrs. Collected Erin Spade’s skull that Garo spelled, and finally got some answers from Erin. Because of that he found a purpose that the other incarnations have worked toward and built upon. He's also the one who created what is now known as the Agents of Chaos; and is the one who was/is still called the "Master of Master's".

?? – 4th life

?? – 5th life

Everard Spade – 6th life; was Master of the Agents of Chaos; Captain Shadow killed him 3yrs before she was locked in the geyser labyrinth. Jax currently has his old journal thanks to Iban telling him where to look.

Alowishus Spade – 7th life, currently 380yrs; spent several adult years working on his own before rejoining the Agents of Chaos. Challenged and killed Alric (Iban's third great grandfather) for the right to be Master of the Agents of Chaos.

*Note: thanks to learning and using corpse magic, Alowishus is by FAR the longest lived of all his lives. His second longest life was his 1st incarnation Fin who lived 77yrs.

Next chapter snippet:

“We’ll sort that out later.  For now surrender and come with me, and I will see no one gets harmed.”

“And who might you be?”  Teris asked.

“Commander Fanzell.”  Fanzell said.

It was then that Teris noticed the diamond on his grimoire.

[dreamiehrs]

dream run ➛ nct dream

genre: fluff, crack (it’s the dreamies what do you expect), roadtrip!au, bestfriends!dreamies

summary: you and your besties (nct dream) go on a road trip to this beautiful beach before summer ends.

note: a bulleted fic bc idk how to write this tbh... also this is completely platonic love!! just you and the dreamies being besties <3 enjoy! (gif credit: @softkooky​)

warning: some swearing

so you and your best friends, the dreamies, are all hanging out in their dorms, moseying around and playing video games on jeno’s computer from time to time

until hyuck runs in

“guys!! I’ve got an idea!”

everyone internally groans (sorry hyuck)

“we should all go on a road trip together! wouldn’t that be fun? injunnie can drive!”

cue renjun tossing a pillow at hyuck’s face

“well, I’m interested. where are we gonna drive to?” jaemin speaks up from behind the kitchen counter, snacking on some sugar cubes

“I haven’t thought that far yet.”

now everybody is throwing a pillow at hyuck as he tries to defend himself while you pull out your phone beside chenle

“what ya doing?” he asks beside you and leans over your shoulder

“trying to figure out where we should go.”

“see! y/n agrees with me~!” hyuck calls out and runs behind you to look at your phone screen as well

the first thing that pops up is this beautiful condo right near the beach. a lighthouse sitting on top of a mountain right beside the condo, and you swear you can see a restaurant only a mile or two away from it

you jump up quickly from the couch “guys, let’s go here.”

everyone reads what's on your phone one by one and all of them agree

“should we go now?” chenle asks, almost leaping from his seat

“I think we should wait until tomorrow. it’s already the afternoon and if we start now, we won’t get there until midnight or later.” renjun remarks and jisung nods his head

hyuck has a frown on his face and chenle does as well, jeno looks indifferent but you know he really wants to go

"I say f-it and let's just go." you declare and everyone but renjun jump up in glee, while he just facepalms

now everyone is running to their rooms, rustling through their drawers and bringing out the suitcases

you excuse yourself to go back to your apartment and grab your things

no one notices because they’re too busy running around frantically

thirty to forty minutes later, you arrive back to their dorms to see everyone standing outside of it with all of their suitcases

renjun passes by you and states “I hate this fucking family” (wow what a vine reference king)

you laugh loudly as you all shove your suitcases in the trunk of the car

now it's time to decide who sits where inside the car

you all play rock-paper-scissors except renjun because... he's driving (unfortunately)

jaemin wins passenger seat in the front and literally glomps renjun

you, jisung, and chenle are sitting in the middle row all together, and they both decide that you're gonna sit in between them

RIP you... but not really because the maknaes are tons of fun and you'll probably be cracking up during the way there and back ^^

jeno and hyuck lose and are in the back, but they don't seem to mind

because they downloaded tons of shows and movies to watch so... they're completely prepared for this trip

you all shuffle into the car and bring some things to keep you guys entertained... renjun even bought those tiny screens with a DVD player so you guys can watch movies LMAO

renjun pulls up the address on the GPS and you guys start your adventure there!

the first hour or so is full of bantering and teasing the others, then you go to your own devices

lele brought board games, books, card games, tons of electronics, etc

while jisung just brought... food

we all know how much this boy loves to eat

you just chuckle at how his bookbag is overflowing with snacks while he just lightly pushes your forehead back before handing you some chips

you accept them and lele pulls out a card game for the three of you to play

nana is in the front listening to an audiobook with his airpods... it's titled "how much sugar is too much sugar?"

jeno and hyuck are watching a movie in the back and sharing a blanket together... you can see jeno slowly drifting off and hyuck tapping his shoulder every few minutes to wake him up

injunnie is just... well... driving as nana would update him about his audiobook from time from time

the card game between you, lele, and jisungie is getting intense and finally, the winner is revealed... it's you!

lele and jisungie already planned that if you won, you would be surprised with a tickle attack

they send each other 'the signal' and start jabbing your sides rapidly, you squirming around like crazy to avoid their hands

the three of you decide to watch a movie together, putting the small movie players injunnie bought to use

you all attempt to watch on one movie player, jisung having to scoot even closer to you

you're now squishing lele but he just lifts his left arm and places it on the top of the seat behind your head, giving you more room

now hyuck starts complaining about how he's hungry and jisungie just throws a snack at hyuck before going back to the movie

"I need to go to the bathroom~~" hyuck whines out, jeno sleeping soundly on hyuck's right shoulder

“hyuck, we’ve only been driving for an hour and a half by now.” renjun calls out and disturbs jeno’s beauty sleep, him groaning and clinging even more to hyuck

“and? you guys know I have a small bladder, right?”

hyuck’s complaints finally get to injun’s head “alright, when I find the closest rest stop I’ll let you all know.”

hyuck hums in content and lets himself slowly drift off to sleep, him and jeno now cuddling like no tomorrow

after about 30 minutes, renjun stops at a little rest stop and the stillness of the car makes everyone aware of where they are

hyuck literally jumps out of the car and sprints toward the bathrooms... naruto who?

you all waddle over to the bathrooms and do your business

afterward, you guys head over to the little snack shop nearby to try to buy lunch

jeno let you borrow one of his airpods so you’re... extra careful because you tend to be pretty clumsy

he has a bomb playlist ngl... you did your best to not bust out dancing in the middle of an aisle earlier

so you’re all in the line waiting to check out when one of you realizes...

you lost jaemin

“where’s nana?” hyuck asks and everyone goes into panic mode

so you guys abandon the check out line and go searching for jaemin who just disappeared

you were passing by the frozen section of the shop when you swear you saw someone who looked like jaemin trapped in one of the freezers

...wait a minute

you take a double take and behold... it is jaemin whose stuck in one of the freezers

you quickly open the door and tell him to get out, while he just replies with: “no, I’m done with this road trip by now.”

“jaemin you’re actually going to freeze, get out of the freezer.”

“make me.”

you curse at him underneath your breath and call jeno for help, who just looks wearily at nana “jaemin, what the actual fuck are you doing?”

“trying to hide from you guys so you won’t make me go back in that cursed car.”

you and jeno share a glance before dragging nana out of the freezer

you give nana your jacket so he doesn’t actually freeze to death and tug him along by his hand as you spot the others

“why is jaemin blue?” jisung inquires as hyuck back hugs nana, attempting to warm the poor boy up

“I tried to escape you guys by freezing myself in the freezer. it didn’t work out as planned.”

...okay jaemin

so you guys buy all your lunches and head back to the car

renjun revs it back to life and all of you get situated before driving off

time skip to 3ish hours later bc... I’m lazy :)

you arrive at the condo and it’s !! breathtaking

you're not too far from the beach and there is a restaurant and a convenience shop nearby

once you get in the condo you guys play rock-paper-scissors (once again) to figure out the situation of the rooms

jaemin wins the biggest room of all but, to be honest... he deserved it

except he has to room with jisungie... you can just imagine it now: jaemin cuddling and babying jisung until no tomorrow

hyuck & jeno get their own rooms!! hooray!

you and china line have to share a room... time for them to be speaking in Chinese and you looking far off in the distance like you’re in The Office

it’s around 4 pm and you all decide to go to the beach because!! why not

you all change into your bathing suits as fast as you can and slather sunscreen on each other and go running to the beach

at first, you guys were just gonna all sit down on the chairs you brought and take it easy because... it took a while for you guys to get there

however, everyone was forcing each other in the water so... you just went with it

the water was super cold at first until hyuck picked you up by the waist and dragged you deeper into the ocean (like he did to mark in that Miami vid)

jisungie just laughs at how relentless hyuck is and stays a safe distance from you and him

hyuck eventually gives up and lets you go before chasing down jaemin and doing the same to him

you go and bother renjun whose trying to build a sandcastle by poking his sides until he gets annoyed

“y/n... do you want to die?”

you just laugh and keep on annoying him until he gets fed up and almost puts you in a headlock

lele is chasing jisung across the beach and jeno is surfing on the waves with the surfboard he brought himself

about an hour later... you’re all exhausted so you bundle yourselves in the towels you brought and trek back to your condo

when you get back, you all take quick showers and change into your pajamas

lele decides to stay up with jisungie and hyuck to play video games while you and the others go to sleep

you wake up the next morning to a body draped over you and to be honest, you’re not surprised when you find out its lele

he’s clinging onto you like a koala and you just laugh at his sleepy face nuzzled into your stomach

you don’t wanna disturb him but at the same time... you really have to go to the bathroom, so...

coincidentally, at the same time, someone starts clashing pans together, which you presume is renjun

lele jumps out of his skin and you just pat the top of his head before slithering out of his snug hold

you go do your business and end up taking another shower bc... why not

you slip into some comfy shorts and a loose, long-sleeve shirt before making your way to the kitchen

you plop down on a barstool beside a groggy jeno and lie against the cold, marble counter

hyuck follows your actions on the right side of you and his bedhead is... extreme... let’s just say that for now

you guys didn’t stop by the grocery store on your way here so basically... you had no food except the snacks jisungie brought + the ones you guys bought at the convenience store

renjun looks up the closest breakfast restaurant and it’s only 15 minutes away... that’s definitely a win

you all shuffle into the car and this time you sit all the way in the back with jeno just so you could sleep on your way there LMAO

you get woken up by both lele and hyuck screaming in your ears... cue renjun saying “I hate this fucking family”

just kidding, you love these dorks so much

after you guys order and everything you kinda just... chill out

you and nana play around with the snapchat filters on his phone

renjun is talking your ear off with all the conspiracy videos he watched earlier

hyuck is... sleeping

jeno is tuning the whole world out w his airpods

and jisung and chenle are quietly screaming about the pubg game they’re playing on their phones right now

when your food arrives you all gobble down without wasting a second

...that was a bad choice on your guys part because everyone is dozing off now LMAO

you guys shuffle back into the car and drive back to the condo to get ready to go to the beach (again, I know)

you guys arrive and you brought a lounge chair to sleep on because... you’re that tired from stuffing your face this morning

you unfold your chair and plant injun’s purple umbrella beside your chair

you’re just drifting off when you hear someone’s footsteps approach your chair

you expected someone to tackle you but however, that’s not the case

you open one eye to see nana unfolding a lounge chair and planting it beside yours

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” you can hear him say and you just groan

“shush, nana. I’m trying to sleep.”

“well, I’m trying to get my beauty sleep too, so don’t disturb me.”

you start dozing off in the middle of his sentence LMAO

you don’t know how long you’re asleep for until you feel someone giving you a piggyback ride

you open your eyes for a second and see a tuft of light pink hair before dozing off again

you don’t even remember being slid off of jisung’s back into the back of the car with jeno beside you

all you remember is waking up the next morning with no one lying by your side, which probably meant you slept in

you go freshen up in the bathroom and change into some actual decent clothes before heading out of your shared bedroom

however, you’re only met with hyuck and jisung sat on the couch watching a channel on the tv

“where’s everyone?” you ask as you walk over to them and squeeze yourself between both of them

“oh, they’re getting refreshments because hyuck and I are really worn out from the past two days. so today’s gonna be a chill day.” jisung explains

“but wasn’t yesterday a chill day?” you inquire as you look back and forth between jisung and hyuck

“it was a chill day for you and nana. everyone else was playing hard while you two got your hard-earned beauty sleep.” hyuck answers back and you nod before all the three of you are in an intense episode of Game of Thrones

all your legs are tangled together as you three wanted to cuddle bc you guys kept on complaining about how cold it was... however, jisung untangled his legs to go grab a humongous fluffy blanket and threw it on top of you and hyuck

jisung proceeds to snuggle underneath the covers once again with you on his left, and you struggle to keep your eyes open until you guys hear the front door open

“we’re back! wake up, sleepyheads!” renjun shouts which makes all three of you simultaneously flinch

him, nana, lele, and jeno all set down the grocery bags on the coffee table in front of you guys

“geez, how much did you guys buy?” hyuck asks from your right as jisung snuggles closer to you on your left

“tons, if you couldn’t tell. everything’s up for grabs, so get it while it’s fresh.” you rustle from underneath the snug blanket and search through the bags, eventually settling on green tea ice cream, chocolate, bottled water, and sour cream and onion chips

you sit back down on the couch and you hear hyuck snicker from beside you. “so unhealthy..” he says

“don’t say that like you don’t have a whole bag of Cheetos in your lap right now.”

he just nudges you in response and somehow all seven of you guys sit on the couch together

jeno has control of the remote and he puts on Spirited Away

it was eight when you guys started and it was a two-hour movie so... you guys finished around ten

after the movie, you guys had cleaned up all the trash from the snacks you ate and got ready for bed... jisungie invited you to stay up with him to play video games and you took up that offer for about an hour or so

when your head hit the pillow later that night, you were out cold LMAO

the next morning renjun wakes you up by shaking you, and you just hit his chest to make him stop

“y/n... it’s our last day here.” this made you get up

you just pout and he ruffles your hair before pushing you towards the bathroom... basically telling you to hurry the f up

once you’re all situated, you head out to the kitchen to see him serving everyone pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon

what a god

this particular morning, all of you take your time eating. savoring everything before you guys have to leave tomorrow morning

lele lets you share one of his airpods and his playlist is actually filled with every nct song known to exist... taeyong is *crying in proud mom noises*

jaemin plays with your hair from beside you while he scrolls through Instagram, already done with his breakfast

and yes... you guys go to the beach once again... how could you not? and especially on the last day

you guys are already all prepared for the beach so you jump in the car and drive to the beach for the third time

jeno brings his boards to teach you guys how to surf!! how fun!!

as a team effort, you guys try your best for 15 minutes straight

you actually got the ropes of it, but the other five kept on getting aggravated because they kept on losing balance every 5 seconds

you thank jeno for giving you some lessons on how to surf and he grins at you before you start to head to where lele is seated on the sand

he’s making a sandcastle, and now it’s a competition on who can make the biggest one

after a few minutes, he glances at yours and starts hyena laughing until he just starts to silently laugh

“oh gosh, what is it now?”

he wipes a tear from his eye. “yours reminds me of jisung’s big head.”

before you can even react to his statement, jisung comes up from behind chenle and necks him before sprinting off in the other direction

lele is quick to get up and start chasing after jisung. you don’t notice that hyuck has come up from behind you and lifts you from underneath your arms

“hyuck, don’t you d―“

“too late.” he carries you bridal style to the ocean and the both of you go under for a solid 10 seconds before you come back up again. your wet hair is now sticking to your back and hyuck is grinning at you like an idiot

he comes closer to you and you know he’s gonna dump you back into the water... but there’s nowhere to go to escape from his antics at this rate

“if I drown I’m blaming it on you.” you say as he lifts you up once again

he smirks. “fair enough.” before dunking you back into the water and doing the same to himself as well

you come back up for air and your ears are... full of water

thanks, hyuck

lele is still chasing jisung on the beach while renjun stares at them like their madmen

it’s all fun and games until jisung trips and lele literally pounces on him LMAO

and at this rate... you’re extremely burnt and everyone is wiped out from being at the beach for... 2 to 3 hours...

you get jeno to piggyback you to the car because... you’re too tired to even try to move

he does like the sweet guy he is and even sits in the back with you so you could lie your head on his shoulder for a bit... can you tell that I love jeno?

it's around 4 pm and you guys decide to freshen up for a bit before heading out to dinner

you try to look decent and ask the guys for their opinions on what outfit you should wear

they all have different fashion styles, though, so you just reside in hyuck who has the closest style to yours out of the others

when you put on each individual outfit and walk out of the bathroom like you’re striding down the runway, hyuck is your hypeman

even if he isn’t digging the outfit that much, he’ll still compliment how great it looks on you or how it describes your personality

once you settle on an outfit that both you (and hyuck) agree on, you guys head out to the Mediterranean restaurant nearby!!

you’re situated between lele and hyuck... the loudest ones of your friend group... god help you

the three of you scan the menu, helping each other figure out what they’re gonna eat and such

whatever you guys order looks really good... you’ve never been more excited to eat than at this moment lmao

you then proceed to entertain the two boys beside you, playing truth or dare and never have I ever until you guy’s food arrives

you inhale your food like earlier, and you have to force yourself awake because this time, no one was going to give you a piggyback ride TT

when you guys get back to the condo, you all change into pjs and renjun decides to go to bed first, having to drive for a great deal tomorrow

you wipe off some of the makeup you had on for dinner and jump into bed alongside renjun, opting to watch a short youtube video of cooking asmr to help you fall asleep

before you even know it, you’ve fallen asleep in the middle of the video

yes, you were that tired

you wake up, tangled in your earbuds and renjun still fast asleep beside you

earlier renjun said he wanted to leave around nine... it was already eight

“injunnie, wake up.” you lightly shake him and he groans

“no.”

“oh my gosh, stop being a baby. it’s already eight o’clock.”

his eyes suddenly open and he jumps up to get ready

you just shake your head and decide to make the rounds to see if anybody else was awake

...no one else was awake LMAO

you wrestle with the others to get them up and ready to leave, and at this rate, it seems like you guys are gonna leave at ten

you put on some sweats and an oversized t-shirt before packing all of your stuff... you’re definitely not going to tell renjun that you stole his cream cleanser and almost used all of it... (sorry renjun TT)

you also went to bed at 1 am... yolo

it’s now 8:30 am, and you guys are dumping all your luggage into the trunk of the car

renjun is still planning on driving, so he situates himself inside the car and waits for you guys to finish up with the seating arrangements

jeno is sitting up front with injun

hyuck, jisung, and chenle are sitting in the middle row

and you’re in the back with nana

he lets you listen to the podcast he’s currently listening to while the three in front of you guys are screaming

jeno is deadass playing The Sims on his phone (big mood)

after an hour everybody’s calmed down

you fell asleep on nana’s shoulder and his head is resting on yours

you guys get home safely and you drive yourself back to your apartment

time skip to a few months later... all of you are hanging out at the dreamies’ dorm and hyuck comes running in again

“let’s go on another road trip!!”

here we go again...

[xiufaery]

Stitches ↠ five

svt gang au warnings: mentions of death, a bit of angst

masterlist

CHAPTER FIVE: SAFE, SAFER, SAFEST

For a whole minute, all Naeun could do was stare at Mingyu in disbelief. “I- you…” she tried to speak. “…What did you say?” “Will you go out with me?” Mingyu repeated nonchalantly, as though it was the easiest question in the world.

And if he were in literally any other profession, it would be. However, as much as she started to like him, his life was a very dangerous one. Hell, their very first meeting involved her saving his life after he had been stabbed! “No,” Naeun finally replied as firmly as she could. Mingyu was clearly unprepared for that answer. “Why? I thought we actually got closer the past few days.” “We did,” she admitted. “Which was a mistake. You’re in a fucking gang, Mingyu. Just a few minutes ago you said that someone might target me because I helped you, what do you think will happen if we’ll start dating?” “I’ll protect you,” Mingyu tried to reassure her. “Why do you think I walked you to work and back today? I won’t let anybody hurt you.” “No one will have any reason to hurt me in the first place, if we’re nothing but strangers.” Mingyu remained silent. Trying to put an end to this conversation, she opened the door to her apartment and was about to step inside, when Mingyu grabbed her arm. “Wait,” he said. “Just answer one question. Please.” Naeun let out a sigh. “What is it?” “Do you like me?” Naeun sputtered. “What kind of question—” “I need to know,” he insisted. “If I was just a normal person, if we met under normal circumstances, would you have liked me? Would you have dated me?” “Yes,” Naeun said softly. “As annoying as you are…if it weren’t for the danger, I would have said yes.” Mingyu nodded, letting her go. “Then give me a chance to prove that I can protect you.” “Mingyu—” “One chance, Naeun,” he cut her off. “I really do think there’s someone who saw us, one of our rivals. Just give me a few weeks to make sure you’re safe.” “And after that?” “After that, I’ll be gone,” Mingyu promised. “If you don’t want me in your life, then I’ll never bother you again. But for now, forget about the dating thing. Let’s just be friends.” Naeun considered his offer, her lips pursed and eyebrows furrowed. She had a feeling that she was going to regret this. “Fine,” she agreed. “Let’s be friends, for now.” Mingyu instantly relaxed. “Great! So, text me tomorrow before work, I’ll walk with you.” “Isn’t it too much trouble to go everywhere with me?” He shook his head. “I actually like hanging out with you, even if it’s just for fifteen minutes. And since Seungcheol won’t let me out on missions yet, I have nothing better to do.” “Alright, so I guess I’ll just send you my schedule,” she realized that she was just standing with her door open, halfway inside her apartment. “Do you want to come in?” “Really?” Mingyu raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I didn’t think you’d want me in your house.” “We’re friends now, right?” she said. “We can do friend stuff, have a movie night. And maybe eat tons of food since I haven’t eaten at all today.” He grinned. “It’s a date.” “No, it’s not.”

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Naeun came to work the next day with a smile on her face.

Her and Mingyu spent the previous afternoon watching movies and making fun of the cliché scenes, not worrying about a thing. It was nice to stop worrying about everything for once, and to just act like friends. Although the thought of this being only temporary kept nagging at her, she did her best to push it to the back of her mind for now.

“Good morning,” she greeted Yeonsoo, who got in a minute after her. “You’re in a good mood today,” he observed. “Let’s hope it stays that way, I have a feeling it’s going to be a long day.” Naeun rolled her eyes. “And I thought that I was pessimistic,” she said. “By the way, where’s Sejeong?” “She’s coming in late, some kind of family emergency or something.” “So it’s just us and Yujin for now?” she asked. “We’ll make it work, don’t worry.”

The day went by slowly, with only a few people coming in to the ER, most with a broken bone or a high fever. The nurses took care of them quickly and efficiently, while also checking up on the hospitalized patients. “Hello, Mr. Lee,” Naeun entered the room, checking the patient’s chart. “How are you feeling?” “Naeun, it’s good to see you,” the elderly man smiled. “I’m a bit weak and tired, but they said that the surgery went well.” “That’s great!” she said while checking his blood pressure and writing down the numbers. “It seems that your body is accepting the transplant well, you’ll be back home soon.” After doing a quick checkup, she left his room with lifted spirits. It felt good to see someone who was close to death healing and getting better, especially if she helped him. Knowing that she could save someone’s life made all of the long shifts and sleep deprivation worth it.

After finishing her rounds, she headed towards the reception to see if any new patients came in. Yeonsoo, who was already standing there and chatting with another nurse, Yujin, waved her over. “Naeun, are you busy?” he asked. “I just finished my rounds,” she replied. “What’s up?” “The patient in 218 wants to talk to you.” “Me?” her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Yujin was the one who took care of the patient, and she had never had any interaction with him. “Why?” Yujin shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “He said it was urgent, but he won’t tell me what it is.” “Alright…” she said, unsure. “I’ll go there right now.”

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The moment she opened the door to room 218 and saw who was inside, she was tempted to turn around and leave. Unfortunately, her body chose this moment to freeze, making her stand rooted in the doorway, staring at the man in shock. What was he doing here, so far from home? How did he know she was there? And why, for the love of god, couldn’t he keep one goddamn promise?

“Hi, Naeun,” he at least had the decency to look guilty. “Long time no see.” His words broke her out of the shock. “What the hell, Hyunwoo?” “I know, I promised to never get you involved—” “So what are you doing here?” Hyunwoo sighed, lifting his arm which had a cast around it. “I got into a fight. I guess I passed out, so someone brought me here.” Naeun closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to stay calm. “Who did you manage to piss off this time?” “Well, it’s a funny story…” he smiled sheepishly. “Seventeen.” “SEVENTEEN?” she burst out. “What’s wrong with you? Do you have a death wish?” “Do you?” She paused. “What are you talking about?” “I know, Naeun,” he told her. “One of my men saw you and Kim Mingyu together. You’ve been helping him?” “He was injured and needed help,” she said. “I can’t exactly turn down a patient.” “No, but you can tell him to stay away from you after you’re done. Don’t you know how dangerous it is? Is that not why you left us…left me?” Naeun’s expression hardened. “I left because you got my parents killed.” “Look, Naeun, I’m sorry.” Hyunwoo didn’t look the least bit sorry. “You know that it’s part of the job, that’s what you signed up for when we started dating—” “Are you serious?” she snapped. “You promised to protect us! You said that you wouldn’t let anyone get anywhere near them, and then you used them as bait!” “We all lost someone that day,” he yelled back. “I lost twenty men in one night!” “They knew what they were doing,” she told him. “My parents didn’t know about any of this. They didn’t stand a chance.” Hyunwoo sighed. “So, this is your solution? Leaving me, running off to the other side of the country? Joining another gang?” “Hyunwoo, did you honestly expect me to stay with you after what you did?” she asked. “You promised to protect me and my parents, and you failed. You promised to never contact me again, and you broke that promise, too. You have done nothing but hold me back and cause me pain, and I will never go back to that.” With that, she turned around and left. However, just before she closed the door, she threw one last sentence over her shoulder. “At least Mingyu never lied to me.”

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Naeun stormed off, desperate to find a quiet place where she could calm down. Why is it that gang members just keep finding their way into her life? Is she a magnet for trouble or something? “Naeun!” she heard someone calling for her. “Hey, Naeun, wait!” She stopped so suddenly that the person crashed into her. “Careful,” she recognized Sejeong’s voice, but didn’t turn to face her. “Are you alright?” “I’m fine,” her voice was quiet. “Don’t worry.” Sejeong grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. “Of course I’m going to worry when you cry, silly.” Naeun raised her hand to wipe her cheek, realizing it was wet. “I’m okay, really. I, uh, met my ex. Brought up bad memories.” “The one who told you to choose between him and your career?” Sejeong asked softly, rubbing her back. She shook her head. “Another one. We broke up three years ago, before I moved to Seoul. He…” she choked up. “He ruined my life. Seeing him again is like a nightmare…” She burst out in tears. Sejeong immediately pulled her into a hug, whispering reassurances into her ear. “It’s going to be alright,” she said. “He can’t hurt you anymore.” Sejeong didn’t let her go until her sobs quieted and turned into sniffles. Naeun wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. She probably looked like a mess, with a red face and tear streaks on her cheeks, but crying and letting out her feelings had lifted the weight off her chest and allowed her to breathe. “Naeun, I want you to know that I won’t let him hurt you,” Sejeong said seriously. “Mingyu won’t let him hurt you.”

Mingyu.

Funny how those six words made her feel safer than she ever felt before.

[mintchocohip]

sub!hyungs & outdoors sex

↪ 🎃 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 | 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐈𝐈 | ◄ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲╎𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ►

↪ today’s kink is 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 🍁 ft. the 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞.  

↪ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | other kinks include collars and dry-humping with namjoon, and remote vibrators with seokjin. 

❝𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘱 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.❞  

Sunlight is disappearing behind the trees when you find 𝙔𝙊𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙄 docking the small skiff. “Wow. Wow, wow, wow.” You want to say “poor fishie”, too, but instead you just hug Yoongi in amazement at the filling catch in his bucket. He’s staring at the lake’s rocky shore to hide a face-splitting smile. You know he’ll be humming out his happiness tonight when he fries the fish up on the cabin’s stove, then slices it over puffy mushroom-and-chestnut rice. Frills and lumps of fungi roll around the bottom of your basket as you step forwards to press your cheek onto Yoongi’s shoulder. You’ve spent the afternoon peering at decaying detritus and poking around tree trunks in search of mushrooms. “I’m hungry,” you sigh, as you roll your cheek against the shape of Yoongi’s shoulder under a freezing waterproof jacket, “when I’m hungry...” You trail off. The “I get horny” is implicit. “Let’s—” Yoongi is trying not to laugh, “I need to...” Yoongi is groaning and slumping his shoulders. Your fingers are sliding into his hair. An invigorating afternoon has already left you craving Yoongi’s touch. The cabin is looming behind you. You can’t wait. “Right now? It’s cold.” He’s whining, but he’s smiling. You take the hint, stand up straight, and tighten your fingers into a fistful. “Whenever I want it,” you affirm brightly. Staring at Yoongi’s ruddy face, you don’t notice the movement of his hand. When your jacket rustles, you laugh, and bite your lip when embarrassment over his own eagerness flashes Yoongi’s eyes up to meet yours. Normally, Yoongi likes it when you grab his wrist. The cold must be speeding him up. You appreciate it. Yoongi is already finding the waistband of the leggings under your jeans, and sliding his chilled skin down over your warm pelvis with a shiver.

“Really? Don’t you think that’s disrespectful?” “Disrespectful?” 𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙊𝙆 was wide-eyed, and his smile crashed away. “Would you want somebody fucking on your loved one’s grave?” Hoseok went silent. He avoided the topic for the rest of the week. When the clock ticks past midnight you pull on warm clothes in the hotel bathroom, anyways. Asking a pajama-clad Hoseok if he's ready to visit the graveyard blinks open those same wide eyes. With his hands tight on the wheel of the rental car, Hoseok’s shock becomes quiet, nervous delight. Lights of the city have disappeared. The temperature is close to freezing. Walking down an ill-defined dirt path feels like crossing a borderline into another world. It’s a decrepit, overgrown graveyard; it’s autumn in a foreign country, and you and Hoseok will be flying out tomorrow—that must be why he feels so bold. Swaying trees pass. You keep glancing up expecting to see a sharply defined full moon. Instead, you just see rolling clouds. “Come on,” you sigh as you speed up the amble, “we don’t have all night.” Forest spreads out beyond a wrought-iron gate cordoning off hills carpeted with crumbling headstones. As you swerve along the outside of that gate and venture deeper and deeper under the silhouetted balcony, you can hear Hoseok padding along behind you. Confusion makes him shake and smile, but suggesting Hoseok onto hard dirt covered in evergreen twigs is easy. “Where are we?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “We won’t get lost, right?” “The graveyard is literally one minute over there,” you mumble, and swirl a hand vaguely to the left. When you tug down his sweatpants and grab the backs of his knees, Hoseok’s hands are trembling up to hold his legs steady where you pinned them to his shoulders. A long skirt pools around your thigh-high stockings. Popping open the lube tucked into your pocket, you hook your fingers around your panties, and draw them to the side. A pale face is gazing up at you in the darkness. The stars in his eyes and the thick swallow choking in his whimpering throat tell you Hoseok wasn’t expecting the Amazon position, but he’s in no position to complain. 

Frost glistened over the ground and across the sloping roof of the hanok inn this morning. Now, the sky is broad, blue, and beaming with sunshine. This forest deep in the mountains is secluded and quiet. It’s the perfect place to take 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙅𝙊𝙊𝙉 for a walk. You’re starting to feel the chill biting under your skin, though, and a crimson-leaved tree with ragged bark has caught your eye. Namjoon loves fucking under the sun or the stars. Cold air is a solution, not a problem. The problem is that you want Namjoon to grind on you more often. The solution is popping open a few buttons on your winter coat, and reaching a gloved hand under the bundle of Namjoon’s scarf to find the broad metal ring of his collar. Relaxation has left Namjoon’s eyes thin. His parted lips are red; a hint of that darkness colors his nose and the slice of visible earlobes under his thick beanie. The tree that catches and scratches your coat as you press your back against it hits your senses on a wave. Fresh air on red leaves, the promise of chill, and the sweet of its own soggy decay under your boots—growth, change, and balmy cool rise slowly. A sharp tug on leather moves Namjoon’s feet. The fuzz of his beanie brushes past you, and Namjoon’s gentle breath is suddenly loud in your ear. You put a hand on Namjoon’s hip, and press. It’s his permission to correct the angle. Twigs crunch, and solidity slips and slides. Namjoon shifts until you can feel him comfortably settle the side of his soft cock against you. Neither of you have spoken since you stepped outside into the morning chill. You can feel the hesitation in Namjoon’s hips. “Go ahead, baby,” you whisper, as you tug metal and snap your knuckles against leather until Namjoon’s hands are on your hips, and he’s hugging you between the tree and his warmth—“it’s my treat.”

Wearing the vibe keeps 𝙎𝙀𝙊𝙆𝙅𝙄𝙉 ready. He waits for you to flick it on all day. He tries to gauge your level of interest by shooting you significant looks. Afternoon is becoming evening. By the time both of you are in a sipping paper cups of hot mulled wine on a park bench, Seokjin’s meaningful gazes have turned poisonous. “Why are you glaring at me?” You laugh, before taking another sip of purple wine. It must be staining your lips, because Seokjin’s lips are purpling, too. Seokjin rolls his eyes. His cup is empty. Folding over to set it down on the concrete footpath, Seokjin slides back into the bench and crosses his arms so forcefully it makes the sound of his padded jacket sliding against itself a screech. He pushes a hard swallow down his throat. Blinking up at the golden branches overhead, he looks everywhere but at you. “Right,” you hang your head, “sorry.” It’s a thin bullet design. Seokjin doesn’t find it uncomfortable, but it does start to feel pointless if handholding, hugs, and moments away from the eyes of others don’t result in you reaching into the pocket of your coat. Teasing turns Seokjin on until he’s begging. It’s fun to make Seokjin beg. Right now, though, he deserves some respite. “Hey,” you whisper, and Seokjin is turning his eyes back to you. Your gloved hand is inside your pocket. Finding the shape of the remote, you hold it. Just so Seokjin knows you remember where it is. “I know you’re eager,” you whisper―softer, and softer. Seokjin’s arms stay crossed. He studies your face up and down with contemplation. “But,” you start, as you stand up from the bench and collect Seokjin’s paper cup, "we still have to walk home,” you finish, as you wander back to the bench from the recycling bins. You’re still holding the remote in your pocket. Reaching your free hand out to Seokjin, you nod. Uncrossing his arms slowly, Seokjin stands up. He wraps his hand around yours, and you press down until you feel a click.

[ohtheseboysilove]

The sunflower always finds its sunlight VI [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 3, 400 K +

Warnings : language, alcohol,, angst, eating disorders, drugs

Summary :  Roger likes Reader since forever but the timing seems to just never be right for them. Reader is still haunted by her past relationship and kept rejecting Roger who know nothing about the abuses she had been victim of. After being rejected for the sixth time,  Roger thinks it’s time for him to move on…

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“What the fuck is going on in here?” You jolted at the sudden yelling in the room, your eyes opening widely to find a rather piss off Nina. “Care to explain Roger ? Fucking pig !” She shouted angrily and you quickly stumbled out of the bed, cheeks turning crimson, knowing very well how the scene looked like from the outside.

“Wait, dove, it’s not what you think !” Roger jumped out the bed where a minute earlier the both of you were cuddling cosily into each other’s arms, snoring quietly. “Nina, let me explain !” He ran after her, pleading for her to listen his explanations.

You were beyond embarrassed. God, nothing happened but you still felt like in sort way, you betrayed Nina. She was a nice girl and now she was certainly hating you to going a little too comfy with her boyfriend. Maybe you just broke their couple, you hoped no. The memories of the night before were a bit clouded but you were sure absolutely nothing between Roger and you happened...well almost nothing.

Flash back :

You were walking, well, rather stumbling on the pavement, your legs quavering lightly due to your state. You were already regretting to have left Roger, you were freezing your ass, your jacket still into the club somewhere and honestly, it wasn’t safe to walk all by yourself, high and in the middle of the night when you were a woman. You wandered in the street for a good ten-minutes, heart beating so quickly against your ribcage, every shadow was scaring you and you didn’t catch any taxi yet. You were sweating as you were going down from your high, making you slightly paranoiac and after five more minutes of total nonsense walking, you sat on the side-walk, panting heavily and cheeks soaked by your tears. You didn’t even know why you were crying but it was certainly the last time you were doing hard drugs.

“Let’s go home, love hum ?” You raised your head quickly to find Roger’s round eyes  looking down at you. He crouched at your level, draping his jacket on your shoulders and gently hold you for a minute.

“I thought you left” You murmured with a shaky voice, head buried into Roger’s warm and familiar chest, your arms wrapped around his back like a koala bear. Your mind were going crazy, head spinning and weird shiverings flying through your system.

“You really thought I was going to leave you walk home in your state ? At four in the morning ? Not chance, love” He helped you stand up on your wobbling legs, his large palms wrapped around your waist as he gently guided you to the main street where you where coming from, waving one of the cab waiting in front of the club. “Mind your head, love” You slid into the back seat, your fingers spasmed violently onto your lap, you hated how you were going down from your high, it was a real nightmare.

You were a tad surprise to see him sat next to you, pushing your head back on his shoulder like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. And, damn it, it felt like that.

“How you’re feeling, love ?” His whispered into your hairs, his hand gently rubbing your knees as you were shaking against him, eyes firmly shut to avoid the spinning.

“Horrible” You cried against his chest as the drummer grabbed your fingers, massaging softly to stop your incessant curling, making your hand sore. “m’ feeling so strange Rog, my whole body ‘s so heavy” You just wanted everything to stop.

“I know, love, that what happened when you going down from your high, first times are always awful” The taxi pulled off and after Roger handed to the driver money. “m’ gonna take care of you, let’s go” You almost tripped on your own feet as soon as you were out of the car, your legs completely out of order. “Alright, c’mere wobbly little thing” He chuckled gently and put your lifeless hands around his neck before before sliding his hands under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly.

“’m sorry for what I said earlier” You murmured against his neck, his dirty locks tickling your jaw funnily. You never felt so...weird, like you were into a bubble and Roger’s was the only thing which was keeping you on the ground. “I do need you Roger, more than I should” You confessed into your dizzy state, Roger’s breath itching in his throat at your words. And at the light contact of your lips against his delicate skin of his neck.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), I got you” He tightened his embrace and carried you to the door, fighting a bit with the locker before opening the house door. “Here we are, I’m gonna bring you a glass of water, love” He gently dropped you on his bed and quickly walked off to the kitchen.

You blinked several time, trying to clear your mind but it wasn’t working, a headache was now hitting you, making you whined pathetically.

“I feel so stupid right now” You cried as the drummer came back, handing you a fresh glass of water. “Thank you” You croaked weakly and sipped it slowly.

“I guess you learnt a lesson tonight” He gently brushed away the locks from your face, his lips curling into a soft smile as he stared at you. “Let’s put you to bed, love”  He kicked off his and your shoes before helping you sliding into one of his pyjama pants and a loosely tee-shirt. He already saw you more than once in your underpants so it wasn’t nothing new for the two of you.

“’m so cold, I’m fucking freezing” You groaned as you climbed into the bed, the drummer following closely. No one of you commented the fact that he shouldn’t sleep into the same bed as you, not when he have a girlfriend. It was wrong but neither of you decided to do something against it.

“Shit, your feet are cold, love” You were snuggling onto Roger’s chest, blanket hiding half of your face and you didn’t resist to warm up your feet on the drummer bare legs, his pyjama short only covering before the knees. “You’re shaking, poor thing” He cooed as your face disappeared into his neck like earlier, lips brushing on his skin and this time he couldn’t repress the low moan which escaped from his mouth.

You stopped moving as the sound, feeling Roger’s shifting a bit under you. He wasn’t moving either, embarrassment flushing over him. You didn’t know if it was the lack of sleep, the drug or Roger’s body against yours but you pressed your lips again his skin, leaving a real kiss this time. The drummer didn’t protest but you could feel his heartbeat quickened in his chest as you kept going, your mouth gently brushing against his collarbone. His scent was so comforting, it was making you feeling like home. It was simply Roger, no word could describe that.

“(Y/N)...” He murmured in a mixing between a moan and a warning, your warm lips travelling down his throat. His eyes were completely shut under your sweet tortures, his fingers were gripping harshly on your waist, chest panting at the feeling.

“Rog, I want to kiss you” You breathed as your lips brushed on his sensitive spot right at the junction of his jaw, he moaned louder, goosebumps erupting on his arms at every touches. “Do you want me to kiss you ?” You stopped your lips at the corner of his mouth, your eyes looking for his in the darkness. Your thumb gently brush on his bottom lip, butterflies in your stomach going mad at your and the drummer’s proximity.

“’f course I do” He replied in a whisper, his wide eyes flicking between your mouth and your gaze, his mind was racing about the whole situation. “But not tonight, love. You’re high and not thinking clearly. And I have a girlfriend, it would be wrong to kiss tonight” The regret in his tone was clear, he wanted this kiss as much, maybe more than you but he was right, the timing wasn’t good. “We can talk about that tomorrow morning okay ?” The blond pressed a peck on your hairs as you nodded tiredly, head falling on his warm clothed chest.

Within a minute, you were deep asleep.

End of the flash back.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You almost kissed Roger, knowing perfectly he had a girlfriend, god you weren’t that kind of girl, never. You quickly changed back in your old clothes from last night and tiptoed out of the room, chewing your lips at Nina’s yelling.

“How I’m supposed to believe nothing happened Roger ? She was literally sleeping on you, for fuck sake !” You silently zipped your shoes on, ears reddening at the mess you just created.

“She’s is my best friend ! Of course, nothing happened !” His words hurt a little. A bit insulting too. But he told you, he won’t taking any other risk until you were sure about your feelings for him, only you and him didn’t had the time to discuss about this like you said you will. “Listen, I bring her home because she was fucking high, I don’t how she managed to take coke but she was not doing well, I couldn’t just leave her !”

“She told me she already had coke !” Nina yelled back and you heard Roger gasped loudly at her words.

“You’re the one who give her coke ? What is fucking wrong with you ?” You jumped at the anger in the drummer’s tone but Nina yelled back even louder, giving you the hint that it was time for you to leave.

**

After this horrible morning, you went back home, drowning your shame under a long and hot shower, trying to find a way to fix what you caused. You didn’t know if Roger was regretting what almost happened or if he still wanted to talk about it but for now, you couldn’t do anything about it. If he wanted to talk, he knew where you lived.

And he did show up. Around six in the afternoon, several knocks on your door woke you up. You groaned and lazily opened the door, hairs sticking in every direction.

“Roger ?” Your heart jumped in happiness at his sight, holding a massive bouquet of sunflower in his hands, timid smile curled on his face. It brought you back years ago, when he asked you out around a year after your break-up with Donovan, full of hopes before you crushed his heart. You will not make the same mistake twice. “I...what about Nina ?” You murmured with a nervous voice, praying his sudden appearance on your doorstep was the same reason than three years ago.

“I broke up with her” The drummer replied after clearing his voice, sending crazy the butterflies in your stomach. “Can I come in ?” You nodded eagerly and closed the door behind him, trying to contain your excitement. Was it really happening ? Finally ? “Go out with me” You eyes widened at his words but he kept going, his gaze diving into yours, his hands shaking a bit around the bouquet. “I know I said I would not ask you again but after these past months and yesterday...I’m giving a last go. (Y/N), I’m still in love with you and I want you, more than anything else in the world so would–“

“Yes” You cut him with crimson cheeks, heart beating so fast you were afraid to pass out. “I will go out with you, Rog” The smile on his face was the most beautiful thing you ever saw, his eyes in the roundest shape possible as how surprise he was. But definitely thrilled, a little timid yeah ? leaving his parted lips as you nodded eagerly.

“I knew seven was my lucky number” He murmured in a relief sigh. His hand dropped the flowers on the dinning table and wrapped his arms around your back, hugging you tightly. “I can’t believing this is finally happening” You smiled softly, nuzzling against his neck, savouring his scent and warmness. God you could stay like this forever. “You don’t how badly I want to kiss you right now” His whisper brought shivers down your spine and you moved away your face to look at him, lips tingling at the craving to kiss him too.

“Then do it” You murmured while your slid your hands behind his neck, fingers twisting his blond locks absent-mindedly.

“I’m a gentleman, first I’m taking out for our date and then I kiss you until I don’t have any oxygen left in my lungs” The drummer replied before pressing a kiss on the very corner of your lips before letting you go, smirking lightly.

“You’re such a tease Taylor” You grinned back.

“I waited eight years for that kiss, I can wait a little bit longer” He said as he looked at you while your were putting the sunflowers into a vase. “But only if we going on a date tonight” He added with a cheeky smile, hugging again but from behind this time, not letting you move from his embrace.

“You know you need to let me go if you want me to get ready for our date tonight” You chuckled as you laid against his chest, his lips working on your jaw, nibbling at it so softly, it was insanely good.

“One more minute” He answered against your skin, his mouth leaving light peck on every inches of your neck, his nose brushing and making you giggled. “Plus, you don’t need to get ready, you’re already perfect”

You chuckled and moved away from him, promising him you would get ready quickly. Your heart was beating so fast as you picked a simple top and pants, jumped into it before joining Roger in the living-room. He was smoking a cigarette and smiled lazily when he saw you, eyes roaming on your body with a cheeky grin.

“Beautiful” He breathed before standing up and grabbing your hand. “Ready for our first date, love ?” You could see in his eyes the sparkle of excitement and how hard he was trying to not get to eager about taking you out. You couldn’t believe it was finally happening.

**

The first ten minutes of the date had been awkward. Like if you were two total strangers trying to please each other. That was stupid, you were best friends and both of you sharing strong romantic feelings but as soon as you fought for the only wedge in your chips basket, the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

You were in one of your usual pub, you weren’t fan of fancy stuffs and Roger caved just for this time and you were both eating greasy food with a pint a beer, sharing loving gazes. You felt good. So good. Everything was so simple and easy with Rog, his hands brushing against yours from time to time, making your heart skip a beat every time.

“I was thinking...” He bowed his head toward as you chewed on your chips, tilting your head in a curious motion. “We’re soon gonna leaves for touring but when we’re done, maybe you and me could enjoy some holidays, just the two of us” You swallowed your bite and batted your lashes furiously, flustered by his sudden proposition. “I know this is a bit quick but we deserved it, don’t you think ? We had been pinning on each other for too long. I just want to spend few days, somewhere where they put little umbrella in our cocktails”

“I can’t say no to that” You murmured with a giggle, Roger’s cheeks were fully pink and he was looking damn adorable all shy. “I can certainly use some vacations” You melted at his heart-shaped eyes when you agreed, his hands gripping yours with excitation.

“Do you have a preference between the Seychelles or Bali, love ? Or maybe the Maldives ?”

You chuckled at his very serious question and shook your head with an amused smile. “I never went to any of these places so...you can pick Rog”

“Oh yeah...true” The drummer blushed a bit at his stupidity but quickly joined your laugh. “I have another thing to ask you” You hummed in interrogation, encouraging him to continue. “Can I kiss you now ?”

“Well it’s not the end of the date yet, Mr Taylor” You teased but the truth was that you were just trying to hid your nerves about all of this. Roger was about to kiss you. This was so unreal.

“You’re the devil, woman” the blond sighed and stood up. For a second you thought you maybe offended him but he showed you the notes on his hands before walking to the bar to pay. You wiped your sweat on your pants and checked if you didn’t have anything stuck in your teeth in your little mirror, god, you were so nervous. “Want to go for a walk ?” You accepted his hand and followed him outside.

You were outside of the pub, looking at each other with doe-eyes, obviously both nervous. Roger didn’t want to screw his chance with you, didn’t want to pressure you in anything and he wasn’t sure he should kiss you right now or waited for a more romantic spot rather than the middle of the pavement.

“You look so beauti–“

The drummer stopped when you gasped loudly, eyes widening in pure horror.

“What it is ?” He turned his head to follow your gaze and that he saw him. 

Donovan.

You took a step back as you saw him get out from a taxi, walking with Brian and John, laughing and patting each other backs. No. No. No. Not when you finally tried to build something with Roger. This horrible human was supposed to be in America, not here.

“I...I got to go, Roger” You felt your eyes watered at the sight of the man who destroy your life. Shivers of fear rolling down your spin, stomach churning as he came closer to the entry of the pub, still not seeing you.

“What ? No, wait, I’m coming with –“ The drummer grabbed your forearm when you tried to walk away but you violently pushing his hand away, chest panting heavily.

“Don’t touch me!” It wasn’t intentional, it was just a pure terrified reaction due to Donovan presence but the hurt in Roger’s eyes was really real. “I...can’t do that right now, I can’t see him” You chocked with shaky hands, panic attack raising throught your body.

“(Y/N), love, please, what is it ? I thought you were over Donovan, what the matter ?” This time he didn’t touch you but begged you with his gaze, he needed an explanation for your sudden behaviour. “Please, don’t leave like that”

You were sobbing now, eyes travelling between Roger and Donovan who was smoking at the entry with Brian, unaware of your presence. You didn’t answer, trying to control your breathing as you felt your chest compressing under the high anxiety. Four years after the last time you saw him, he was still so terrifying in your mind, you hated him so much.

“Are you still in love with him ?” The drummer asked after seeing you didn’t answer but was looking at your ex-boyfriend in a distress state.

You glanced at Roger, his eyes shinning with tears, persuaded he was right. And it was normal to think that, everyone thought you were still into him because you refused to speak about him even if he was still friend with the bands, the fact that you practically didn’t date anyone since the break-up was pretty suspicious too. And now you were dumping your date at the sight of your ex, Roger had every reason to be desperate.

“(Y/N)...” You shook your head when the blond extended his hand toward you with pleading eyes. You should accepted it and go home with him, explain what Donovan did to you but right now, the rational part of your brain was drowning under fear. You just wanted to get the hell away from him.

And that exactly what you did. You mouthed a I’m sorry to the drummer and ran away, ignoring Roger broken calls.

**

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