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paigesbasketball · 7 months ago

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A December to Remember

Paige x Reader Warnings: smut, cursing (i think) notes: I saw something similar to this months ago and though i would do a Christmas version.. Inspiration from: iceinmyveins on a03!

The holiday season was always a magical time of year. Snow fell softly, dusting the world in white, and the air was crisp with the chill of winter. But for you, this December felt especially full of surprises—and a little mischievous fun. Your girlfriend, Paige, had been teasing you with a mysterious “secret admirer” gift exchange that started on December 1st, and by now, you were fully caught up in the game.

It all began innocently enough: A small, beautifully wrapped gift appeared on your doorstep. You opened it to reveal a soft red scarf, the perfect shade to brighten up a cold winter day. A note attached simply said, “To make your days warmer.” You smiled, knowing that Paige had a playful side, and it felt just like something she’d do. But as the days went on, the gifts became more personal and more thoughtful. The 3rd brought a cozy blanket. On the 5th, a cute snow globe. On the 7th, a pair of fluffy socks that matched your style. Each one had a little note, each one a flirtatious tease.

By the time you hit December 12th, you were certain that Paige was behind it all. Her playful hints, the way the gifts reflected your tastes—there was no way it wasn’t her. You were thrilled and amused by it all. The mystery was exciting. But when you received another gift on the 14th—this one, a hand-knitted sweater—you knew Paige was stepping up her game.

But December 20th, the day before your team’s away game, brought even more confusion. You were in your hotel room with the rest of the team, preparing for the upcoming game when another gift arrived at your doorstep. You opened it quickly, expecting another thoughtful piece, and this time you found set of lingerie, a soft lavender. It wasn’t from Paige—was it? You still didn’t know, but now you were getting frustrated by the mystery. Had the gifts taken a wrong turn somewhere?

You decided it was time to talk to Paige about it, but there was no opportunity. The team was leaving for a series of games, and you were all holed up in a hotel for a few days. With a little time to kill before the evening’s game, you tried to ignore the strange gifts piling up, but your mind kept drifting back to them, trying to connect the dots.

The day of the game arrived, and the mystery surrounding the lingerie gift only deepened. You could feel your curiosity building. But before you could bring it up, you got another surprise. Paige wasn’t there when you returned to your room after the game, and there, on your bed, was a package. Another beautifully wrapped gift. You opened it to find a another set of lingerie. This one, a deep wine-red, more elaborate than the others, with delicate lace details. Your stomach did a flip.

You froze for a second before reading the attached note: “For when you’re ready. Merry Christmas.” It was signed with a small heart, the handwriting that didnt look fully like Paige’s. Your heart skipped a beat. The note sent a clear message—this was something more intimate, something that meant more than just a playful joke.

As you sat there holding the gift, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, but confusion clouded your mind. Was this part of a larger surprise? Or was it a mistake in the grand plan? You were starting to feel overwhelmed and unsure of how to approach Paige with this gift.

“Hey, I got another gift from my secret admirer,” you said lightly, trying to gauge her reaction. Playing a cat and mouse game with her had to be one of the best aspects of your relationship

Paige's eyes narrowed almost immediately, a slight flicker of confusion crossing her face. She didnt sent you your gift today…atleast not yet…“Another one? What did they send this time?” Her voice was tight, and you could tell she wasn’t as playful as usual.

You hesitated for a moment before showing her the lingerie. “This came today… from my secret admirer.” You grinned, waiting for her reaction. But instead of a teasing smile, Paige’s face turned red with frustration.

“What the hell is this?” she demanded, her voice rising slightly. “I did not send this. Who the fuck sent you this? She paced in frustration, her hand rubbing her temples.

You blinked, a little stunned by her outburst. “Wait, what do you mean? You didn’t send it?”

“No!” she snapped. “I mean, i sent the others and I had a plan, and it wasn’t supposed to go like this. This wasn’t my idea! I don’t even want to know who did this, but clearly, someone is messing with me, and I’m pissed.”

You were taken aback by how upset she was. You had expected teasing and maybe some playful jealousy, but not this level of frustration. “Okay, so you didn’t do it. Who do you think it is?”

Paige took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “I don’t know. Maybe the team? They’ve been way too interested in my secret admirer game. I’ll bet they’re behind this.”

You frowned. “So, the lingerie…?”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” Paige muttered, her face flushed with both anger and embarrassment. “I had something sweet planned for you, not… this mess.” She glanced over at the lingerie, then back at you. “But now? I’ll make them pay. I’ll find out who did this, and when I do, they’re going to regret it.”

You sat there, still processing the sudden change in tone. “What are you going to do?” you asked, half-amused, half-nervous.

Paige smirked, her anger quickly turning to a devious grin. “Oh, I’m not going to let them off easy. I’ll make them pay for messing with my plans.”

The next day, you were all gathered at the hotel, preparing for the evening game, when Paige finally confronted the team. They were lounging in the lobby, clearly relaxed from their day off, when she stormed up to them, her eyes narrowed with determination.

“Alright, which one of you idiots thought it’d be funny to send my girlfriend lingerie?” Paige demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

The team members exchanged confused glances, trying to figure out if she was joking or genuinely angry. One of them, kk , raised her hand sheepishly. “Yeah, uh, sorry. We thought it would be funny.”

Paige’s eyes darkened. “Oh, it was funny, huh?” She smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “Well, i can do something funny too.”

The team members laughed nervously, clearly unsure of what was coming. “What do you mean?”

Paige’s grin only widened. “You’ll see.”

Later that night, after the game had ended and everyone was winding down, Paige led you into her room. “I got my payback,” she said, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “And you won’t believe how. Let’s just say, they won’t forget this for a while.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “How so?”

Paige walked over to you, her eyes full of affection and something darker—playful and a little wicked. “Let’s just say they’ll be hearing of you tonight,” she whispered, before pulling you close and kissing you deeply.

She moved down to kissing your neck and sheds you of your clothes leaving you bare in front of her.. After she asks you to change into the lingerie that the team has so graciously given you.

Once you emerge from the bathroom she stares at you with a mix of hunger and a wicked as a small smile forms on her mouth. “You’ll help me with my prank won’t you honey” she says forming hickies on your neck, and rubbing the soft flesh of your breasts through the lace making my npples peak. “ I- umm do you think the team-” I was cut off with my own gasp as paige starts to rub the little nub of my clit. Whimpers fill the room as I try to be quiet and considerate to the team members in the hotel room next door. Little did I know thats what paige wanted.

She takes the hand that clamps over my mouth and the one that bunches her shirt and holds them in one hand of her own proving how bigger she is than me. My knees buckle as she shoves two fingers into my heat moving back and forth a couple time before she picks me up by the back of my thighs and throws me on the bed.

The next few hours passed in a blur of lovemaking and teasing moments between you and Paige. It was a Christmas to remember. When the team finally found out what Paige had done to get her revenge, they all knew better than to ever mess with her again. But it was clear: Paige had won this round—and she had made sure to end it with, a playful victory, and a promise that the best gifts were yet to come.

I do not usually write smut so i apologize for this....

-Caty Writes

#paige #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #catytuesdays #paige bueckers #paige bueckers x fem!reader #paige bueckers smut

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starkitxxz · 7 months ago

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Crave you like a drug🎄💊

Sol x gn!reader

HAPPY HOLIDAYS FELLOW READERS AND TO EVERYONE CELEBRATING THIS DAY! I might be a little late but oh well... *proceeds to drop the trigger warnings

TW: DRUGGING, vague mentions of stalking and somnophilia, mentions of private parts, sexual themes, implied NONCON S3X, [Reader] is a virgin

Not suitable for minors, proceed with caution.

Wc: 3.2k

“Keep it hidden, and do whatever you want. Just be careful.” He said as he handed out what his friend needed.

“But I’ve been craving them so badly-”

“Do you want to make it riskier for you?”

“I- Fine. I’ll be careful.”

“Good.”

♡♡♡

You flick the switch of the heater, warm light beginning to radiate heat from its vents.

The once cold, lifeless room was filled with holiday decorations. Wreaths and colorful lights brought the place to life. A medium-sized Christmas tree was placed on the corner of the room, cute little ornaments stacked on its artificial leaves. Even though it wasn’t as big as those you see online, it was enough to make you feel the holiday spirit.

You flopped down on the couch and switched the TV on with the remote, wearing Sol’s soft jacket that you kept since he gave it to you a few days ago. You treasured it like it’s something special to you, something that can shield you from an icy blizzard.

The reporter on the screen held her microphone in the middle of the sidewalk. Snowflakes continued falling as it clumped up into a small pile of snow, as if a pile of autumn leaves were replaced by frozen stardust. The reporter adjusted her fluffy hat, bringing the microphone close to her face.

“As of tonight, the temperature of this month’s winter season will change from 8 degrees celsius to 6 degrees celsius–Along with a mild snowstorm in- [static]”

The channel switched the moment it lost signal, you hoped the snowstorm she was talking about won’t affect this town. Lowering the TV volume, you wondered what would happen to you if you denied Mr. Z’s offer. You’d die of hypothermia by now. You can’t afford to struggle in this piercing cold weather alone, you’re doing this for the sake of your family and your home.

A breeze of cool air brushed against the side of your face, and you shivered at the sensation. Looking to your right, you see your window slightly open. It welcomed the chilling breeze inside your comfy abode.

You might need to buy another lock again.

You stood up from the soft cushion and closed the window shut, keeping the cold wind away from your room.

You caught a glance of your snowy surroundings. Trees were drained of its leaves from the freezing temperature, leaving it in a lifeless, chilly state. Street lamps and stores gleamed with glowing LED lights, flickering with different vibrant colors, with holiday decors plastered on glass panels and brick walls.

There were families reunited and bonding together in joy, couples clinging to each other like a matching puzzle set—afraid of losing each other amidst the snow filled town.

You wonder what your friends are doing, especially this Christmas Eve. They must be hanging out with their families right now. Semester break will only last for a few days, so it's worth every minute of family time.

You wished you could visit them this year. At least before a load of schoolwork.

You looked at your Christmas tree, noticing a present beside it, wrapped in shiny blue paper with a little snowflake on it.

Crowe’s present.

He gave it to you the day before, knowing he can’t drop by and visit your apartment. It’s a shame he couldn’t be here.

Or atleast, the friend group, except Deryl–He knocked on your door and placed a small yellow box on the ground. He didn’t hesitate to snatch some snacks as well. You didn’t mind though, he seemed like he was in a hurry.

When will someone stay the night here and celebrate the holiday with you-

Buzz. Your phone vibrated and the screen lit up, getting your attention.

You walked to the sofa and picked your phone up, a notification displaying on your homescreen.

Sol: Yo, are you free right now?

You type in your phone’s password and reply to his message.

You: Yeah, why?

Not a minute has passed til he replied back.

Sol: I was thinking of offering holiday treats to you, as a Christmas gift. Do you want some?

You: Sure, I could really use a midnight snack later

Sol: Okay, See you at 11?

You: Yup, I’ll wait

You check the time on your phone, 10:21PM displayed on the top left of your screen.

Sitting back down on the sofa, you lean back and stare at the ceiling.

♡♡♡

“I bought the cookies you asked for-”

Sol almost flinched from his spot, placing a hand on his chest from the sudden intrusion.

“What the hell-”

“Relax, it’s still warm.”

Hyugo carefully placed the winter themed box of cookies on the pack of snow, as Sol continued to spy on you behind the snowy bushes.

Hyugo knew Sol had done this every night, just to ‘look after’ his so-called soulmate. Hiding in the bushes or behind trees, holding a pair of binoculars as you minded your own business inside your apartment,oblivious to the fact your stalker is watching your every move.

Heck, maybe even when you’re changing clothes. His perverted, obsessed self would LOVE to see that

But of course, he won’t admit that.

Hyugo cleared his throat, earning Sol’s attention once more–as snowflakes drifted slowly, covering the bare trees with cold flurry.

“Are you going to sit there and wait for them to fall asleep?”

“Maybe” Sol’s lips curved into a lovestruck smile, his thoughts wandering to the times where you slept so peacefully. The times where you were unaware of your surroundings, free from the chaos of reality, though your unconscious state was only temporary.

It was only a matter of time before you woke up, yet, Sol managed to visit you late at night. Knowing you were in a vulnerable state, he took it as a chance to make every minute intimate and memorable to him. Every lingering kiss, every brush of his fingers, tracing your warm skin, remained as a reminder of his devotion to you.

To him, you’re a deity

And he will worship you like a devoted follower, a hopeless servant willing to offer everything for even an ounce of your love.

Like a prayer answered from the heavens above.

Hyugo sighed as he grabbed the cookie box. Sol raised an eyebrow at this but shook his thoughts away.

“Should I give the cookies to them or-”

“No, I’ll do it.” Sol got onto his feet, determined to meet you this time around. He hoped to see the face he admired the most.

Even after seeing you plenty of times every night.

“Alright, I’ll head home. Take care.” Hyugo handed the box to Sol, snow crunching beneath him as he walked away.

“Wait, did you add the-”

“Yes. I did.” Hyugo responded and he glared at Sol, warning him of what he might do–though he can’t help but support Sol with his obsession over you only because of the deal they made.

Sol nodded, watching his friend disappear from his view, while he held the box of lukewarm cookies.

Sol cursed under his breath, he didn’t want you to receive cold cookies by the time he arrived–but then again, you could always heat it up.

Sol walked up the stairs to your apartment, the steps creaking underneath him. His mind was clouded with imaginable scenarios of what could happen with you and him alone. You and him, alone, in your apartment.

Hah, you have no idea…

Standing in front of your door, he knocked on the hard wooden material. He heard the sound of your footsteps approaching as he stood there, waiting.

You twist the doorknob and open the door, greeted by the tall figure before you.

He wore a black hoodie, soft and comfortable enough to keep him warm in this harsh, frigid weather. He held a box of cookies, noticing the holiday themed designs when you took a peek–as well as the brand logo plastered on the plastic front cover of the container. All too familiar with the brand, you realize it’s from one of the delicious bakeries you went to!

The nostalgic scent of vanilla and cinnamon, friendly workers and their signature cinnamon buns, served with a cup of hot coffee–it made you wonder, does Sol buy pastries there? Or did he guess it’s your favorite bakery?

Whatever the answer is, you’re glad he bought you cookies from the bakery you love.

“Are these… from the Downtown Cinnamon cafe?” You asked, confirming your suspicion.

“Yes, I thought you would like it,” he replied with a soft smile, a faint blush forming on his cheeks.

“Like it? I love it! Thank you Sol” You smiled as you accepted the offer. “Please, come in”

Sol stepped into your house and closed the door behind him, examining the place. Wreaths, vibrant lights, cute reindeer stockings, all displayed on the walls. The faint smell of cozy vanilla and inaudible noises from the TV filled the room.

“Wow, you really put in the effort,” he commented, acting surprised at your winter themed decorations.

As if he hasn’t been spying on you for a while.

He’s seen you hang those bright string lights on your Christmas tree the day before Christmas eve, and when you bought the stockings from a nearby shop that costs less than $5.

“Do you want some hot chocolate? You must be shivering right now.”

“I’d love that,” Sol replied, and he felt his heartbeat quicken.

As delusional it may sound, he will definitely appreciate a cup of hot chocolate, mainly because you made it yourself.

If it reminds him of you, he’ll happily take it.

If only something eventually reminded you of him too…

You nodded and headed to the kitchen while Sol sat down on the sofa, the box of cookies set on the coffee table.

You place a kettle, half filled with water, on the lit stove, waiting for it to boil.

As soon as it whistles, you twist the knob off.

You placed a black mug on the counter, grabbing a packet of hot chocolate powder and a pair of scissors, cutting a straight line across the plastic cover of the packet. You pour all of the packet’s powdery content into the empty mug, discarding the plastic after.

You fill the mug with hot water, combining the chocolate powder with it as it steams.

You return to the living room, holding a small tray with a mug of hot chocolate with a spoon and a jar of soft marshmallows.

“You can add marshmallows if you want,” You smiled as you placed the tray on the coffee table. Sol nodded at the suggestion, opening the jar of marshmallows and putting 2 of them in the drink, making a plop.

As you were about to sit beside him, you noticed something missing under the Christmas tree… wait, there’s one gift missing…

Rising up from your seat, you approach your Christmas tree and inspect it, and to your surprise, Crowe’s gift is missing.

“Uh… Sol, have you seen a square shaped present wrapped in a blue wrapper?” You asked as you began to search for it, failing to catch sight of the scowl on his face.

“No, I haven’t,” Sol replied, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

You cursed under your breath. You knew it was just under the tree, you didn’t move it somewhere else.

Maybe you actually placed it somewhere else, it’s getting late already, but….

How will Crowe react when you tell him you lost his gift?

Letting out a sigh, you sat down beside him once more and glanced at the clock. It displayed 11:47PM, and you realize there’s still 13 minutes before Christmas.

And you get to celebrate it with Sol.

“It’s almost time,” You uttered, gaining Sol’s attention as the scowl on his face disappeared, now displaying his calm facade.

He looked at the clock, 11:49PM shown on the clock. He smiled, at the thought of celebrating the holidays with you. Looking back at his hot chocolate, he took another sip.

Suddenly, your stomach growled, only then you realized you didn’t eat properly for dinner. You were too busy with the decorations and sleeping the whole day, you didn’t have time to eat that much. Or maybe you just don’t feel like eating.

Whether you slept or slacked off whatsoever, you have to eat now.

Good thing Sol brought those cookies.

You lean forward and open the lid of the box, the tasty smell of cinnamon from snickerdoodle cookies makes you want to eat it all.

“It smells so delicious!” You exclaimed in delight as you grabbed a portion, taking a small bite. And you swore it’s one of the greatest cookies you’ve ever tasted.

You never knew they made the cookies this good, especially as a holiday treat. It melted in your mouth smoothly, tasting the vanilla and cinnamon as you chewed it into bits. It filled your tastebuds with delight.

Sadly it will disappear once Christmas is over.

Sol looked at you in a way he was surprised at your reaction, enjoying the taste of the cookies he bought for you.

Thank goodness you like it…

Bet you’ll love what’s next…

“Is it good?” He asked and drank his hot chocolate halfway. He looked at you expectantly, as if he was waiting for either your response or for you to eat more of those cookies.

You nodded, swallowing the melted cookie. A friendly smile was plastered on his lips, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

The clock ticked till 11:54PM, a few more minutes until Christmas.

You grab another portion, and another one, enjoying the delicacy a bit too much. It just tasted so so good, and you weren't skilled enough to bake something like this. Something so sweet and tasty.

“Hey, save some for me,” Sol chuckled as he grabbed one for himself, taking a bite and letting out a satisfied hum.

By 11:58PM, the box was left empty as well as the mug of his hot chocolate. You licked your lips to gather any leftover crumbs around your mouth. Looking at the box, you can’t believe you actually ate it all.

“Damn, I’m so full,” You commented, overwhelmed by how appetizing the cookies are.

“Yeah, same,” Sol replied, often glancing at the clock every few seconds. 11:59PM.

“Are you sure you won’t go home yet? You keep looking at the time-”

“Yeah, I’m sure, I just need to… do something…”

“Do what?” You looked at him confused, until a sudden gush of warmth fueled your body, putting you in a relaxed state as your muscles loosened.

Strange, it’s so hot here…

“Mmh… I feel a bit weird right now…” you said as you leaned back on the couch, letting the soft cushion absorb you.

You can’t help but feel… excitement.

Heat coursed through your core, burning with lust. A strong sense of wanting to be satisfied, thirsty for intimacy. Your heart rate rapidly increased every second.

49…

“Are you okay? You look like you're in a haze there…” Sol asked as he scooted closer, reaching a hand out to check if you’re on the right mind.

It must be something I drank- no, maybe it was the cookies… You thought, as you began to crave fulfilling your desires. But not in front of Sol, at least not now.

43…

“Y-Yeah, I-Im fine…” You managed to stutter, grasping the soft material of the sofa cushion with your hands.

“Are you sure-”

40…

“I-I feel… so… fuck…” You tighten your fists on the cushion. Wild, inappropriate thoughts ran around your disoriented mind.

Sol looked at you with a sly smile, “what do you feel, pumpkin?”

36…

“I-I don’t know,” you replied as you felt your arousal growing. A feeling of your crotch yearning to be touched. A feeling resulting in risking your own purity.

You look at Sol, his red-orange irises locking onto yours.

When did he look so fucking… attractive…?

31…

“You seem a little dizzy there,” He said as his warm breath hit your ear, his face ever so slightly close to you.

29…

“Do you need help letting it all out, darling?”

27…

You shook your head, “N-No, I-”

He cuts you off, “You’re unusually hot.”

He brushes the back of his hand on your cheek lightly, warmth coming into contact with his hand.

The effect is working.

Seems like he doesn’t need to add any more substances.

23…

You gulped and gazed at his lips, fuck, why does it look tempting?

Whatever it is, it feels so thrilling.

It makes you feel so alive, so eager, so inclined to just kiss him right here right now.

But it feels so wrong…

Sol noticed your focus on his lips, a chuckle escaped his mouth. He loved the way you were reacting right now, like he planned it all out. He planned all of this just to give you more of his undivided love.

And why care if the neighbors heard you and him?

“What are you looking at, pumpkin-”

Suddenly, you clutched both of his wrists and pinned him down above the sofa, as it let out a squeak.

Sol’s eyes widened at the sudden move, but his reaction quickly turned into lust. He was longing for this just as you are.

He has been waiting for this reaction from you.

It’s almost unbelievable how a fine amount of aphrodisiac can affect you, and most especially, your own body.

14…

“Oh darling, you have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting this,” Sol confessed with lovestruck and lustful admiration. The tent in his pants was almost evident as he locked eye contact with you.

“You’re practically aching for me aren’t you?” He whispered in your ear seductively.

10…

“Maybe…” You replied back and leaned closer, your body roughly touching against his–yet, you desire to feel all of him.

8…

“Maybe?” He raised a brow, smirking at your response. He has full control on you, despite your conscious yet hazy state, the effects will last for a while. After all, he wanted to make this as special as possible.

A blush crept up to your face, lost in the thought of his lips meeting yours. The very thought of it made you turned on-

4…

You held both sides of his face, letting his bound wrists free as you pressed your lips against his. He feels how desperate you are for this, how you’ve been craving him ever since the drug affected you. He wanted this too.

3…

He yearned for this, he yearned to claim his soulmate’s lips as his–but when will you realize? When will you finally realize you’re bound to him by soul…?

For now, he will take advantage of your vulnerable, needy state.

2…

His hand ran through your locks and pulled your head closer, deepening the kiss. His heart pounded against his ribs, feeling your rapid heartbeat as well. Overjoyed by the sensation of your lips, he slid his free hand underneath your shirt.

1…

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, “Happy holidays, pumpkin.”

0…

Before you could react, your shirt is lifted over your torso.

♡♡♡

Imagine what happens next lmao

#mdni #tkatb vn #the kid at the back vn #tkatb sol #solivan brugmansia #the kid at the back sol #fanfic #dark fanfiction

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giafluffer · 5 months ago

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i may be making a new tumblr soon for security purposes. if you wish to know it and be moots message me or i will just follow you from there whence it occurs.

im sitting at the grocery store drinking cardboard container alkaline spring water, just ate two organic bananas.

diary entry from the walk earlier:

walking my street in the cold. my phone screen is weird and i need to get a new phone.

there are trees, a forest to my left with an animal you can hear scurryin around. on my right are houses and loud birdsong.

im a lil worried my boyfriend will hack and fuq up my account cus he threatened to.

im currently wearing baggy darkish grey sweatpants, black "lamb" brand boots, yellow crop top w coquette ribbon, black sweater ~v neck~ and a pink grandma cardigan my boyfriend bought me. also, cat eared off-white winter hat my boyfriend got me for christmas. along with these items are my darkbrown old navy scarf from boyfriend and grey scarf pictured in my last outside photos. my fingers are going a bit numb on my left hand. forgot to mention! i wearing fluffy warm outdoor vest from momma.

currently made it to the path between cars and houses, a small forest separating them. not even halfway to destination but im on my way. !!!ooh forgot i'm wearing a knitted black and dark green (laughter cus im a dork explaining this all to y'all) neck warmer. i'm still cold. ....once when i was a wild anorexic teen on laxatives i took a poo behind the wooden gate on this path. bad wild girl i eww was but i couldn't hold it in.

now~ ive made it to the main road that connects to the skate park i'll be cutting through. i daresay this walk *seems* more delightful than the one to my gym. but all early walks on saturday and sundays are delightful because there's less frequency of cars. i decided to go with the crowds advice and my own will or gods will to leave my boyfriend's last night via uber. he actually hugged me atleast and it feels real this time. i cried in the uber aannnnd upon arriving home at my parents.(and a lil bit this morning) don't know if i will cry hard today but surely it will come eventually maybe.

i spoke with him through text told him i really do love him and being with him was the best part of my life. i didn't mention that it was probably also the one of the most dangerous parts of my life.

out of anger he made many threats i'm going to tell myself he didn't mean.

ahoy! i am walking through the skate park dog park playground creek area. jeez im thirsty for water. next stop~ a long staircase surrounded by woods. it goes up to my ex boyfriends mom's house street. which ,after walking that street i meet the main road which after one turn i am one walk away from my destination. did i tell you my destination?

wking up the stairs omfg i haven't got this much revitalizing exercise for my lungs and heart in a while. i'm out of breath. i think i forgot my exes mom's house but i do remember him consistently being critical of me. Jesus Christ. i think i'm passing it now dear heavens. (laughter).

if my boyfriend doesn't choose to continue contact w me then i fear these journal entries may be a bore if not a nuisance. i'm going to keep writing anyway. i want new phone so i can use internet and do "photography".

slowly warming up here. the sun coming up so intoxicating in its beauty. im less than five minutes from main road where i must cross the street.

i love my boyfriend. it feels heavy to type such a thing. he can be very aggressive and only allows levity in the deep dark crevices of my soul when he's being abusive, tender and gentle or sweet, or if it's on his terms and he being goofy.

crossing the bridge now with the highway beneath. dis place is trump town baby. i remember the gate on this bridge having the large words trump in red the first time he had been elected. about to turn on the street leading to my destination. there's a catholic cemetery and church (mom attends church there w polish neighbor maria) i spy a milky white statue of Jesus and the sun beams down on the concrete. my lips are cold, my nose sniffling~ i can do this im almost there! church bells ringing. im right next to an evergreen and, two birds flapped out of it chirping!

#dear diary #communication #Journal #digital diary #Fluff #diary

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mydahliarose · 6 months ago

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Four restless sheeps 🪽🃏🎼❄️

Tags: nobody can't sleep, shenanigans with angst, silliness, theres some angst, Michael losing his shit, Michael has a nightmare, my ocs, my exorcist ocs, whb au.

Synopsis: Michael, niiri and the exorcists needed full rest for there Sunday church recidle. But things dont go as planned as inconvenience happen that causes them to loose sleep. While that's happening Michael has a nightmare of one of his worst fears to ever happen...niiri eating the artificial fruit of knowledge that triggers a conflict in his head.

Pairings: niiri x Michael/Miiri

Fandom: what in hell is bad?

8:50 pm on a Saturday night , it was time for our early birds to head to bed for tomarrows church service.

For the exorcists this was always an important day to attend with there assigned priest, to spread the words of god and the good hes done.

This too was important for Michael, since he was the arc angel chosen by them, thus he must participate. not only that, but his divine presence in the cathedral truly changes the mood to something hopeful and peaceful for the humans once he appears, he was truly the highlight of these services, especially when he talked about god.

And lastly niiri. despite the circumstances, she was willing to go out and recite the bible, with the help of Michael healing her along the way. she would just need to adjust her face with glamour magic to not scare of the humans, proving them that shes means no harm to them, unless one of them angers her beloved angel thats a different story....

Now then, the heater was turned on there room since today was a very cold night. Everyone even wore there fluffy pajamas, adding extra fur blankets to sleep with. All four had begun to sleep together in one room after the incident of the Christmas miracle that happend with Michael... Ever since then, hes been extremely paranoid of bieng randomly transported elsewhere with that happening again. So naturally thats how this came to be. Niiri slept on the edge next to there small desk, Michael slept next to her no surprise there, thiago slept between Michael and Merewyn, offering himself to adjust there pillows bieng the heart of gold that he was.

" well goodnight everyone!" Niiri said as she placed a kiss on Michaels forhead, making him do the same. Thiago yawned and stretched his arms out, accidentally hitting mery and Michael. Only Michael reacted in irritation, luckily he dosent get the same treatment as he treats gabriel. "Mind your movement next time." He said in a stern manner, if the most he does is give you a warning, then you know he has somewhat of a soft spot for you. Poor thiago still isnt used to his harshness but regardless as his chosen angel he showed respect to him nontheless but always found a way to try and get on his good side. " Apologies arc angel i didnt mean to do it on purpose! And you to mery, id feel horrible if i injured your beautiful self." The sickly ice queen rolls her eyes not even looking at him, the corner of her lip struggling to not form a vague smile. " Its fine. Lets just close our eyes already *cough*" " Hmph apology accepted i suppose." Said Michael as he yawns, resting his head againts niiri. " Alright you two hush now, before you agitate my angel that he dosent get his beauty sleep~". When she said it, it felt almost like a threat, but when it comes to the exorcists she perfers to spook them.

Finally, peace and quite. Humming of the heater echoed through the room, a very satisfying noise to hear during nighttimes. At times it made popping sounds with clicks but that didnt wake any of them up. Atleast, not because of the machine. 1:19 am Thiago was nocked out cold at this point and so was our beloved taboo lovers. They where warm with each other and ever so much so with the heater. Well, that was until the room started feeling more neautral of both temperatures colliding eachother, then the room felt cooler. With the fluffy blankets they all where sleeping in, it was manageable. But then the room went from normal cool to chilly. Michael began shifting around a bit as his body began to get goosbumps from the sudden lower change in temperature, he tried so hard to ignore it until he couldn't take it anymore and woke up beyond pissed. "Is the heater broken?!" He said to himself, but when he looked it was fine. It had not been tampered with nor did anything indicate it was broken of sorts. Then how? Windows where closed the door was closed and the ac wasnt on. So how on earth is this ha- " I-its so cold!". Now niiri had woken up. " AY DIOS MIO!(OH MY GOD)

IM GETTING FROSTBITES!". then the three awakened friends look towards Merewyn.

" hm? W-whats w- *ACHOO!* The answer was all clear now, merys abilities began to accidentally slip out when she was deep asleep, that she had no idea she was freezing everyone in the room. " MERY! YOUR RUINING MY BEAUTIFUL PASTEL SKIN WITH YOUR GIFT! GET OUT BEFORE YOU GET US ALL SICK AND KILL US!". his rage almost sounded like he summoned thunder from outside that thiago nearly jumped while niiri just pulled him in a hug to calm him* " Ooooh but just a week you begged me to get you sick for niiris attention and where on your knees until i said yes!". ".....are you talking back to me?". He tried to look intimidating, merys face however always had that sickly expression on her face. To drowsy because of her abilities that she could barley change any expression. Thus she wasnt phased by his anger. " Shhh shhh~ angelica, take a deep breath in and out come on, don't take it out on her she cant help it and you know it..." Niiri says with empathy towards Merewyn. Michael turns his gaze away from her and back to niiri's, he grunts, before closing his eyes doing as he tolds taking a few breaths to control his temper.* "*Sigh* sorry for my behavior...." "Its fine arc angel." She coughs, this time thiago offers to help rub her back. " Take it easy, maybe sleep underneath the blankets that way the cold can succumed to the warmth?" "Ill try that..." So she does just that, wrapping herself in a burrito formation from head to toe, so the others could rest well and herself. Sure enough, the room began to fade of its winter solstice.

3:06 am Soft snores and breathing of peacful lambs nuzzled in a lullabies tune, they all looked peaceful, much better than an hour ago. Niiri's active imagination often didn't let her sleep immediately. It took a while for her to reach REM sleep, she was always thinking about romantic scenarios with her dove, from chasing eachother in the clouds of the sky while they giggle, to marrying in heaven. Sometimes these dreams would shift into what it could be like to make proper love to each other. Everytime shed reach the part of penetration, shed awaken herself looking embarrassed, running towards the bathroom and splash herself with cold water. Sadly no wet dreams would happen today, and instead once her head finally shut off her her imagination turned into a dream about her and Michael together in the garden of eden. Sitting down in a beautiful garden of flowers that once existed in the early years of humanity. It started of as all of the things niiri has played with Michael, playing pat a cake, to chasing eachother playing tag. Catching up to Michael as she tackles him to the ground, never yelling always laughing having fun with nothing to put them on edge. Whats this? A butterfly lands on michaels nose, he tries to shoo it away but it keeps coming back to him. Hes growing irritated but then niiri moves closer to him, helping to move it away. When it does another one comes in and lands on her nose aswell. Because they where both close, the butterflies looked as if they where kissing with a simple touch. The wind breeze blows towards there direction, both of there hair swaying around in strands covering each other's faces. It looked as if they where caressing them. They both begin to move there lips close to each other, as they close there eyes. From the skies, angels play a melody through the strings of there harp, while they hum there lovesong for them. As if the angels had accepted there love. A dream that niiri wishes to be reality.

The two doves in love begin to tilt there heads fora kiss, mimicking the butterflies. "Michael..." "Niiri..." A beautiful dream, unfortunately shattered thanks to the maestro's mighty snores that managed to manefest in her dreams destroying all the meaningful scenarios. Niiri's eyes jolted up, extremely irritated that her crimson iris dilated until it stretched so far, now her eyes pure pitch black darkness. How dare her dream gets interrupted in the worst way possible!.

" get your baracuda note ass OUT OF MY DREAMS!" she grabs her pillow and lunges towards thiagos side, smothering him with it with force. Waking thiago up was a force to be wreckin with, when you do that your unententionaly asking to get thrown towards a wall or cieling, in this case for niiri its the latter. "OOF!", to no surprise Michael was awoken very much by thus, especially considering she was holding him, poor guy nearly got flown up too but not to high up. " did you..." he did not hesitate to grab him by both the collar of his shirt and begin shaking him violently. " Did you just hurt my beloved sunshine and rainbows, my happiness, my anti-depressants, my lucky charms cereal personified that everytime i kiss raises my dopamine level because how sugar happy she is!? My cute psychotic harlequin that id be willing to get caught and be send in an insane asylum matching straight jackets and socks just so that we can laugh hysterically and break out of there like bonnie and clyde!? TELL ME WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW?!". "....that was very elaborate, ever thought of writing poetry one day?". " With your blood used as ink for my quill pen, perhaps i shall consider it." "WAIT NO-." Before thaigo could brace himself for whatever demise Michael was about to give him, niiri's full force of body weight landed on both of them. Causing the bed to break halfway and nock them both out. " what on earth?! *Cough!*" Mery peeked out of her covers to see the mess. she looks at the time and is stunned to see how late is getting "guys seriously, we have service in a couple more hours, sleep damnit!" None heard her. All where to blacked out to hear mery.

For a moment thiago said something. " Its Baritone...not baracuda...." now he passed out with his last breath. "Tsk.." mery didnt bother and just tried to go back to sleep. 4:00 am In a couple more hours they would attend there dutys, unfortunately for them they havent gotten the full rest they needed now to stay fully awake. " *Sigh* ". At this time it finally took Michael to somewhat stay asleep, mostly half awake. This would lead him to lucid dream in the same scenario that niiri had fallen to a while ago, the garden of eden. Instead of laying in a garden they where walking towards the tree of knowledge. In the dream niiri wanted to show Michael something , she begins to climb up to grab the apple from it. Once she jumps down she shows it to him, smiling. " If i eat this apple...i can finally become an angel..." The moment she said these words, his heart sunk. Feeling of his heartstrings tearing bit by bit, until it could no longer bear. He could not move, not even to shout at her to stop, no no no...thats not the real fruit of knowledge...its a fabricated one. Michael knows all to well what would happen to her if she ever got her hands in an artificial one....angels are truly cruel. "S-stop! D-dont!" His thoughts could only echo through his own head. "Please dont! Niiri!". He fought as if he was trying to tear the stitches pricked to his mouth, but everytime he couldnt. He needed to wake from this dream, no nightmare... " NIIRI DONT EAT IT!". It was like chains where wrapped around him to be unable move, and help his lover from avoiding an awful demise, how awfully familiar this felt... " ITS NOT WORTH IT! ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN...". He was going to break free wether the nightmare wanted to or not, nothing was going to keep Michael from stopping this scenario all together. His lips as he used all his force to yell, began to slow motionly move. Like glue unsticking, his body like a bull using all his strength to pull a wagon.

Until the breakthrough happend, he began to walk slow motion, to slowly pacing then. With the speed of the angels light, he tackled her to the ground, once she landed to the ground. *Swoosh!* His halo triggered, his amount of high fear and stress messed with his halo that the room shined so bright. Awakening everyone including himself. Huffing and sweating, he squeezed niiri so tight she was struggling to catch air. It had been a good while since he got this intense. "Angelica? Angelica! Its ok its ok! Im here...." She rubbed his back, while thiago accompanied this act even mery, despite how he acted with them, they still showed great empathy towards him during his worst moments. " Arc angel are you ok?" "Judging from the intense radiance, you had a nightmare...*acho!*". " Angelica, is that true? Please dont bottle up your emotions you can tell us...". Shaky breathes contenued to leave his body, he was still gripping onto his beloved doll until very gently, he begins to relax. Taking a while to full catch his breathe before he spoke.

" i-im...im fine...like mery said just a nightmare...". Niiri looked in concern and curiously. " What sort of dream was it Michael?." Hos body froze, heartbeat began to skip rapidly again. He couldnt do it...he couldn't tell her... He could not bare the thought of shattering her dream of becoming an angel. He could not take the reaction shed make if she learned the truth. Althou it was a dream, it was a real thing that has occured to unlucky demons. "....i-i thought i had lost you for good is all...i thought....*sniffles*.... i-i thought i was going to loose you like i lost my hyung....but it was just a nightmare....im so glad..." Niiri's eyes were suddenly filled with a few tears, to think he had such a dream ached her so much. He deserved to be surrounded with people he loves, but Michael was always unlucky when it came to that, from his brother leaving to not having a great relationship with his two other ones. How tragic...and now this fear was manefesting in his subconscious. She tilted her head down to place a kiss on his raven locks. " It was a bad dream dear, i promise you i will always be by your side no matter what..., i know with this sudden dream, it must be difficult to comprehend that at this moment...but what i said is a fact...i love you." She brings his head up to look at hers then places both her fingers on the edge of his lips to form a happy smile. " Cmon smile! Your as happy as the sunshine! Infact your as cute as one! My precious star smile~" she cooed ever so cutley. Atlast, he giggled. Her voice everytime she shifted it to a cutsey one always made him smile. Especially with her words of reassurance. "Ahh...perhaps i feel just a little bit better now...thank you." He kissed her, then turns to the others. "And thank you two for keeping me company aswell." Both the exorcists smiled. " Your our mighty angel friend, of course will be by your side! Exorcists and angels stick together after all." Pats his back.

" what thiago said." Said merywen. Michael smiled. "Lets try to catch some rest..." 4:30 am "....i cant sleep." "Me neather." " Me too..." " Me three..." There brains where exhausted, but after everything thats happend in the past hours there eyes refused to shut now. ' jesus Christ, not only cant i not sleep, but my crying has caused me to have a massive headache with half sleep deprevation combined..." Michael rubs his eyes. " Sigh...perhaps counting sheeps might help? I used to do that with my siblings back at home and they where sound asleep!." Said thaigo. Niiri then lifted herself halfway up upon hearing that. " I can help with that!" " You can?" Said merywen. " Of course mary! Anything that has to do with my imagination can come to life!." Michael smiles, he loved how enthusiastic she was. " Go for it, im sure itll come in handy." " I sure hope so...acho!".

With glee niiri claps her hands, letting out a squeel. With her other hand using her index nail, she carves a shape around her palm. A sheep, a very fluffy sheep in her own blood mixed with her once creators in hades. Once she was done, she let her mind drift of to maladaptive daydream mode, once her scenario was in its intensity, she blew her bloodied palm sheep. Like bubbles bieng blown in a bathtub, they floated around until the thick crimson liquid began to form into white wool, then a "baa!" Was heard. Sure enough, the blood became a sheep then more and more appeard, as they all jumped around. Disappearing and reappearing. Like a film strip projector, as if they where watching from an auditorium. " Woah...i feel as if i took an edible.." said mery. " For me its like my favorite rhyme story became live action front in center!". Said Thiago. Michael looks up at niiri's counting sheep imagination. part of him felt saddned, in the sense lucifer hyung used to sing him that before bed. But on the other hand, the nostalgia made him feel somewhat happy.

" wanna see something cute?". Niiri said, as she imagined the sheeps looking like each and one of them changing the fur into there hair color and accessories. " Haha of course you gave my sheep its little wing feather." The seraph said all happily and joyful. " Awww niiri! You gave mine its guitar! Oh quick! Make it sing the rhyme!". " I think if it starts singing like you, i dont know if id be terrfied or start laughing for it having a human voice." Perhaps it was best if the sheeps stuck to bleating thought mery. " Silly thiago! If i do that then all of us arent going to stop singing! Its staying in its default bleating." The maestro couldnt help but laugh because its true. His music would cause a bit of trouble. " Ahh another time then." " Ok guys, so what if we all counted each sheep each. That way maybe will slowly succumb to sleep and rest with the little few hours we got?." The service would begin at 8 am. If they could shut there eyes and sleep through the 3 and a half hours, they could maybe have some energy to recite there words. " sounds like a plan". The three said. "Baa!". The Michael sheep jumps first. " One sheep...". "Baa!". Then thiagos. " Two sheep..." "Baaa!" Then merys. " Three..". "Baaa!" Niiris sheep follows. " Four sheep!...". " Baaa!". Repeats again. " Five sheep..." " Six sheep.." " Seven sheep.." " Eight sheep!". The clock ticks, second hand moving along with the rhymes of the restless sheeps on the bed. Minute hand taking its steps as they count. Yawns grow louder but no rest yet, thou they close there eyes in hopes to drift away soon. They would count until they grow weary. " Thirty sheep..." " Thirty one sheep..." " Thirty two sheep..." " Thirty three sheepling..." A couple more minutes pass. " Eighty..." " Eighty one..." " Eighty two..." "Eighty three..." A couple more pass *Tick tock..tick...tock...* " One hundred thirty..." " One hundred thirty one...." "One hundred uhh....thirty two..."

" one hundred.....one hundred...hundred..." *Tick....tock....tick...tock* "....... hundred....." "..........two......" " Thirty something....." " Hundred uhh....". 5:20 am.

"........" "........" "......." "......." Finally...sound asleep as baby lambs. They where all snuggled up together. So peaceful. This is how they should always look. No paranoia, no worry and no pressure to hold on an image they need to represent. Bieng held by there loved ones. Feeling the saftey and comfort of them. No work dutys to worry about. Moments like these should last fore- ACHOOO! "..... whoever just sneezed, your about to meet divine punishment....NOW!". Thiago and mery shrieked, the maestro immediately went to the corner of the bed and held onto mery for protection. But instead she ended up trying to push him away so she could run out. " ESPERA! ( WAIT!) ARC ANGEL IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! THE WOOL LANDED ON MY NOSE AND I SNEEZED! I DIDNT THINK THAT COULD HAPPEN!." He pleaded like hes never pleaded before. " hahaha HAHAHAHA!". he punched the wall cracking it. He couldnt take it anymore, hes beauty sleep officially ruined by so many conveniences occuring within the hours passed by.

" oh my god hes lost it...". At this rate Merewyn truly believed the church was about to be demolished from his rage. " 5 hours....five hours of missing my beautiful sleep schedule...do you have any idea whats the longest we've slept? Four hours....after twelve....". The mad seraph then grabs his pillow and screams in it so loud that it tears through. " I was very nice until now.." he chuckles menacingly again. "So now....you must perish.." If thiago could ever hit a G10 note it was at this moment. " NO MICHAEL P-". but then mery said something that put the two in a pause. " Wait niiri, where did she go?". All his pent up anger suddenly disappeared, but when he turned to look over, from wrath to the most intense worry hes ever been. " Niiri?! Niiri! I didnt even feel her leave?!." " Me eather, i didnt feel her get up or anything? Maybe shes in the bathroom?". Thiago then intervines when he noticed something. " Wait the main door is left open, the kitchen perhaps?." " She does certainly get the Munchies at night sometimes...". Michael gets up to go and check. " Well dont just sit there, follow me!." He ordered. " Yes sir arc angel sir!" Both say in sync before jumping out the bed following him to find there eccentric friend.

Once they where out the main hallway, the searched the kitchen first. She wasnt there, worried they scatter around the area from cathedral to checking out the different corridors of the rooms. She was no where to be on sight, like she vanished in thin air. With the nightmare Michael had. He thought the worse, then with the speration of his hyung abandonment issues occured. His poor head could never catch a break ever. " Where is she.... WHERE IS SHE?!." Michael clutched his head tight. Already tears flowed down his cheeks. "Michael....". Thiago was about to go comfort him until he saw the main door completely open. " Arc angel look! The main door! I think she went outside the main entrance!". " Why on earth would she go outside so late at night? Not only that she has that invisible demon to worry about!." Something would dawn on Michael, this behavior...hes seen it before. " Dont tell me... oh good gracious my dolly pie is sleep walking again!." He remembered now. This once occured during there dollhouse session when they once took a nap there, until he was awakend by nocking on the walls. When he stood up he saw her bumping herself on the wall while snoring loudly. He had to gently take her back to bed without scaring her to bits.

" the doll sleep walks? Michael why didn't you tell us sooner..." Thiago places both hands on his shoulder. "if father ever woke up in the middle of the night and sees that...i fear he might accidentally throw holy water out of fight or flight instincts....". Just thinking about himself ever walking out at night and seeing niiri's tall ass walking towards him in zombie mode sends shivers down his spine. " WE HAVE TO FIND HER IMMEDIATELY!." " Then stop yelling and lets go outside already!." Both men run outside while Merewyn runs behind them as she thinks to herself how has there priest not woken up by all of this commotion at this point.

Out in the entrance of the church was a fountain with cherubs statues around. There was a garden with many beautiful flowers. There was mostly white lilies and roses. But most importantly where was niiri? The gate outside that leads to the district streets where shut tight, which ment she was still in the area, good that leaves out one stressful situation out. " So shes still here...but i wouldnt put it past her that she climbed out her way without realizing...". Said Michael. growing more anxious not knowing where she could be. Oh god...what if foras captured her? What if he brought her the fabricated apple to convert her into that monstrosity?! Wait no if anything gabriel would be capable of doing that....wait a minute... what if Gabriel is here without his knowledge and saw her!? No no no no no! Its all on your head Michael this is your mental condition playing tricks on you! Shell be fine shell be fine she will be fine-. "Hm?". Sounds of snores suddenly snapped him out of it, hands that where clutching his head where slowly brought down. Oh how he is glad to hear such noise that was coming from his lover. " I hear it to where is it coming from?" Merewyn looked around. " Hmm a true divine musician would know where such music is coming from." Michael rolled his eyes in utter annoyance. " Well mister i know every music genre where is she?!." thiago listened to the snores and listened carefully until his ear twitched, snapping his fingers he then pointed to where the source was coming from. " The music notes are coming...UP THERE!." When Michael and Merewyn looked up there eyes widen. She was climbing at the tallest part of the church, she had unknowingly climbed all the way at the top of the architect. " Niiri!". The worried seraph summoned his wings to reach towards the top, again he didnt want to spook her or else she will have a great fall, so he first attempted to talk to her gently.

" dolly, hey dolly...im going to pick you up gently and bring you down ok?." He said in a soft angelic whisper. " Arc angel be careful, since shes a demon its very possible that sleep walking could be ten times more dangerous for them if you wake them up the wrong way." " Thiago has a point, maybe touching her in the state shes in might not be such a g-". " You think i, a seraph wouldnt know such an obvious thing? Dont take me for a fool now..." Michael knew what he was doing, thus why he was very quite in the first place. Because of the commotion coming from the two exorcists and Michaels response to them, she would begin shifting around a bit, mumbling to herself in the processing. " Shhh shhh everythings alright...". She would calm down, whatever aggression that was building up from her sudden awakenes would go down, returning the peace and tranquility she was in. " Good...lets do this slowly now." He whispered to himself, as he hovered down back to lower grounds as quietly as he could. Everytime he flapped his wings a bit to loud hed flinch, thinking she would react violently. When she didnt react hed sigh of relief and contenued his way down, then finally on his two feet Atlast with his sleeping lover in his arms. " Oh good gracious that was almost stressful to watch..." Said mery. " I found it to be a peace of cake." Michael said with outmost pride for accomplishing his mission. " Good job arc angel! Id high five you but perhaps until your arms are empty." Said thaigo. Bieng proud of his comrade. " Why thank you thiago, yes later...now lets head back ins- *DING!* A loud chime ringing back and forth echoed all throughout the district of the exorcists. That ment one thing, It was time to wake up and practice before 8 am. Dawn finally approached, lighting the restless sheeps in its morning light. All looked in deafeat Then niiri woke up, triggering her scare that she nearly hit everyone around her.

" aghhh!!! Huh? Oh! Its morning! Wait why are we all outside?". She looked around her surroundings, then looked at her beloveds done with it all look and onto the exorcists, they to shared the same expression. " Im guessing nobody got sleep in the end..." " Nope...." Michaels golden eye twitched. " Oh your very mad aint ya?" " ....mhmm..." Aggressively twitches. Thiago nervously laughs, walking towards Michael to pat his back but he shifts him away. " Arc angel listen, think of the positive! Atleast we all bonded together through this with the power of friendship!". Thiago grinned with a thumbs up pose, shining his teeth in the process. But Michael was beyond pleased, he was silent and then a familiar manical laugh that made thiago drink his own saliva that he to laughed, except his was because he was nervous as hell. " I am going to kill you...hehehe.... hahahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! get that power of friendship cliche OUT! IT DOSENT WORK ON ME!." " Michael relax nobody got slep its not just y-" mery was stopped. " IM DONE! FIRST I CANT GET ANY SLEEP BACK IN HEAVEN NOW HERE TO?! HANG ME NOW!." whats done was done and Michael had lost it. Niiri jumped out of his arms and instead switched positions to carry him instead to spoil him in distracting him in his own praise. " My star~ look at me now~ althou your eyes are baggied with darkness, you still manage to keep that stern cold authoritorian in the group. You are the true definition of what an angel should be~ She kissed his throbbing Temple that was filled with exhaustion and stress. Sure enough, that got his face blushing. " ....you truly know how to get this serphs dopamine running dolly~." They all rubbed there eyes and head back inside, not even wanting to be a part of the service anymore after everything.

" can we just ask father for a day off? Im sure he wouldn't mind at all and hed be understanding of our reason to." Thiago said with a loud yawn, barley keeping his eyes open. " No, we must make father and God proud. You are exorcists and i am an arc angel that humans look up to. And a demon who must show there worth to these humans that a demon can switch sides. We all have a title we represent, we cannot simply just take a day off from it!." Michael was always serious about these things, days off are unheard of for him. Its no surprise he overworks himself to the brim of perfection that he cares what others could think of him. " Arc angel hes right, i understand where your coming from but maybe not today..there will be another and another day! Just this once atleast." Begged Merewyn. " Angelica...while i understand how meaningful this is to me and you...i haven't exactly gotten good rest eather, that sleep walking incident made me feel extra more tired... maybe not today, atleast next week!." "...." To be perfect, to keep an image that was made sloley to represent you. Throughout years hes been doing this to no end. Never thinking much for himself thus never improving on his own mental well bieng. It was exhausting... Who could he tell? Nobody. Everything was for gods purpose he didnt dare defy it. Well, he did when he fell in love with niiri. Oh sweet niiri... For once think for yourself Michael for your own well bieng and for your friends and niiri... Stop hurting yourself like this. He thought to himself. "....ok." "Lets all go back to our rooms..." Everyone eyes widend in awe. " Thank you angelica!, come now i think your about to pass o-." *THUD!* "....." niiri didnt caught him in time, but when she bent down to attempt to pick him up, restlessness caught up to her and faints next to him. The exorcists where only gifted humans by God thus ultimately passing out from intense exhaustion.

Few minutes passed and there priest went looking for them wondering where were they? It didnt take long to find them all passed out in the entrance hall, snoring in peace. He smiled, he realized they perhaps didnt get enough sleep so one by he carried them around there shoulders back to there rooms. There where all tucked in and left alone now. Lights turned off while the noise of the organ echoed through there rooms outside of the cathedral with singing chants of the people. Sound asleep Atlast... .... ............ .............. God, wherever you might be... however far away you are... Hear my prayers.... Lord...please protect niiri. Please protect her from ever eating that abomination.... Forgive her sins God.... And please forgive mine.... Shes a demon with a pure angels heart... forgive her....please... All i ask that she never comes across it....ever... Forgive her.... Its not her fault that she was born a demon. Niiri... Hes mind tiresome, always battling something everyday never knowing peace. First he hated demons for taking his beloved hyung away sworing her kill them all in revenge. But then niiri happend and now hes in a conflict of her never wanting to convert her to avoid her of an awful demise he would wish on any other demons but her... A corrupted angel unable to think and destroy anything in its path, a zombie state almost. Niiri... " I love you just the way you are...". He mumbled these words as he slept next to her, a tear ran down in his right side as he thought all of his worries. But eventually these thoughts faded. And finally soft airs left his body. Shifting closer to her side, her arm by itself moved to caress his midnight locks. Finally... security and saftey. No more worries. Its all going to be ok. He smiled, as he finally succumbed to sleep. Goodnight.

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myrapottah · 4 years ago

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Christmas gift

Pairing: sub!harry x dom!reader

Summary: you give harry a very special gift for christmas. maybe he will eventually return it ;)

Type: fluff and smut

Warnings: smut, riding, sub/dom dynamics, hair pulling kink, praising, oral (boy receiving), blowjob, hand job, mention of porn videos, harry being a hot sub(ykyky), fluffy harry.

Words: 2.8k

Requested: no / yes

A/n: I want a gift like this irl</3.

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Please read! This fic is 18+ only, and I do not recommend minors interacting with it. All characters implied are of age, all acts are consensual and safe word is in place! Thank you!

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Magical-shaped snowflakes were diving all around the sky, dancing and cheering all over and over again. down, the swarm of white bees created a beautiful, fluffy - and cold - blanket, that covered all the poor grass. The snow was also warming all the houses in the neighbourhood of your simple and nice cottage, the one you got when you married harry.

You were admiring the show the snowflakes made, it was truly amazing. They flew in all directions in a slow pace, flawlessly touching the ground. You liked it, no complains, but even if it was magical, mystic, delightful and dreamlike you still found something that was bothering you about them. they were too, hmm, common. it was an early winter - the snowflake ball started in november. again, you didn't complain, it was great. but you got used to it quickly, almost too quickly. You felt like you had to change something. but not really about the snowflakes. and that was what inspired your christmas gift for harry. a little change.

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You were looking at the window, waiting for your beloved husband to get home. It was christmas eve and he still had to go to work with his normal program, stupid auror work. But atleast he had the next two weeks off, just for you. You were insecure about the present you wanted to give him, but yet excited. You were scared of harry's reaction. What if he didn't like it? What if he considered you odd and weird after that?

Your troughts were cut by a light sound of your front door opening - meaning harry was home. You were waiting for him with his jumper on and some heart shaped pancakes, your hair tangled in a messy bun.

He got in and took off his coat. You got up and approached him with a big and loving grin, hugging him before he could say anything.

'Hello to you too, my love' he said and let out a giggle, hugging you back. You nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck, kissing it gently with passion.

'I missed you today' you said between kissies, lighting up his mood and making him beam delightfully.

'I missed you too, darling' he said and pulled out, kissing your nose and earning a childish giggle from you.

'I have a surprise for you' you spoke and handed him one pancake with a smiley face on it. 'Two surprises actually'

He bit a little part of it and then, not too surprised that it's delicious, he ate it all.

'I trought santa comes in the morning' he mumbled, mouth full of food.

'Yeah, but the gifts come in pack with the Christmas eve presents.' you said lightly, taking the pancakes and putting them on the counter.

Before you could turn around, he wrapped his hands around your waist from behind and kept you in place. He started peppering kisses on your collarbone, inhaling your parfume and getting lost in it. You tilted your head back to give him more access which he gladly took. You let out a silent moan, interlocking your fingers with his. You felt his cold wedding ring on his fingers and a bunch of butterflies invaded your tummy.

'I - love - you' he managed to say between slow pecks on your relieved skin. 'You're just the best. how did I get so lucky?'

'Hmm, maybe that messy hair and the big muscles' you answered and you both let out a huffed laugh, making harry flush red.

You turned around and kissed him deeply, one hand on his blushing cheek. He placed his hand on you waist, massaging it up and down. The christmas atmosphere was all around you, and all your insecurities about the present washed off as he let you insert your tounge in his mouth. Apparently he wanted it too. A change, a small insignificant change.

Until then, you've never dominated a kiss. He never let you be in charge, but you liked to be his good girl, so no complains. He let you do it, so he was okay with it. You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him even closer, tugging his hair softly. You deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with your unexperienced tounge.

'Why don't we take this upstairs?' you said, pulling out and breathing heavily. He nodded and picked you up in brydal style, earning a gasp from you.

Once you arrived, he put you down and you wasted no time in pushing him into the mattress. You captured his puffy lips in another passionate kiss, massaging his scalp slowly. You were prepared for this. Before he got home, you searched on google how you should dominate your boyfriend - husband in your case. You watched a few videos and you got ready to redo the hottest clip with harry.

You started kissing his jaw with small, wet kisses. You soon discovered his sweet spot, somewhere between the collarbone and his neck. You sucked and licked just how you taught yourself, making him groan in pleasure. You started to unbutton his shirt, teasingly slow. Once his chest was freed, your hands traveled up and down his upper body, pinching his nipples gently. You mumbled 'pretty' in a wispher and harry shivered. Your hands went down his abs, playing with his belt. You soon managed to undo it and, taking off his pants and throwing them in the corner of the room, you palmed his boxers gently. he moaned and groaned again, making you chuckle and get your attention back to his face. You covered his face with sweet kisses, giving him a slow kiss on the lips before going down and freeing his hard cock. He was now fully naked in front of you, just for you. He waited a bit for you to admire his body, then he let out a comfortless huff. You got the sign and started undressing yourself, first the shirt and the pants who took place in the corner of the room, with the other clothes. Then your red bra, who fell on the floor flawlessly. Harry looked at your body which slowly got on top of him again. A wishpered 'you are so beautiful' left his mouth, and you attached your lips to his. Your hands traveled down again, touching gently his needy cock. He let out a whimper when you started tracing his veins without even looking, because you already knew his dick better than anything else in the world. You grabbed it and stroked it softly and teasingly, with your thumb spreading the pre-cum from his tip all over him.

'I need it, y/n/n/n' he whimpered quietly, as you chuckled into the kiss.

'What do you want baby? my pussy?' you asked, stopping your actions and moving your panties aside.

'yes, please' you nodded and put your hand in front of his mouth. He spit, just as you did when he was in charge.

You took the wet hand and started massaging your pussy, along with harry's cock. You got up and placed yourself above it, your dripping cunt slowly welcoming his dick between your folds and deeper. You let out a gasp and a long moan synchronically with the boy and when you sat down completely you waited a bit for your walls to adjust. You clenched hard around him, earning a pathetic cry out of his pretty mouth.

You started bouncing slowly up and down, keeping a slow pace. You got comfortable and, after a few seconds, you found your g-spot. You let out a cry and started curling your hips, desperate for more pleasure. You sped up, and harry let out a satisfied groan while grabbing your hips and holding them tight. You bit your lip, trying to keep in as many moans as you could. Tilting your head back, you felt harry pinching your nipples and you let a pornographic whimper. Happy with your melodic sounds, harry felt his seed approaching.

'I'm c-close' he managed to wispher between groans, tightening his grip on your hip and boob.

'Me t-too, baby. C-Cum to-ahh-gether?' the knot in your stomach was undoing itself slowly. With a loud moan, harry came and, with the feeling of his seed coating your walls, your nipples hardened under his touch and your vision went white. You fell down on harry's chest, feeling his hard breaths in his abdomen. You drew figures on his skin, waiting for him to come down from his high.

'Are you okay?' you wishpered and he nodded, slowly opening his eyes again. You kissed his mouth sweetly and got up again, his dick still resting between your insides.

You pulled out, earning a whimper from harry. His and your cum were dripping from your wet cunt as you fingered yourself to take it all out, now pouring on his cock. he looked at you with big eyes, wondering what you planned to do next.

'You're so fucking hot, did you know that?' he said as your walls clenched on nothing, taking all the seed out.

'Mhmm... You're hotter, baby boy' you got by his side and kissed him again, gesturing him to get up and press his back on the headboard. You found his messy hair, tugging it lightly and pressing it up his forehead, revealing his lighting scar.

Suddenly, you pulled out and put your mouth above his cock, remaining by his right side. You spread all the cum on it with your hand, making harry turn red again. You licked all the liquid from the base of his dick to the tip, not swallowing it but keeping it in your mouth. You got up and kissed him, and with excitement you inserted your tounge in his mouth so he could feel the taste of both of you mixed. You started strocking his dick up and down, looking at nothing but his eyes. He tried to look down at your hand jerking him off, but you were quicker grabbing his chin and tilting it up.

'Nuh-uh. looking is not allowed yet. don't worry, I'll put on a show for you if you'll be my good boy.' you said and kissed his neck, your finger still keeping his head up.

He let out a long moan as you started so speed up, feeling the familiar feeling of a knot tightening in his stomach. Your hand was moving surprisingly well for a girl who did that just two times before. You let out a malefic silent chuckle as you felt his cock twitching in your hand, practically begging to cum. As soon as you saw he was about to explode, you removed your hand and placed it on his abs. He groaned loudly and comfort less, not expecting the edging. You waited a bit for him to relax, then you said proudly:

'Well that's a good boy, taking it all... don't you think you deserve a reward?'. of course you knew he was just edged once, but you also knew that he didn't like it and you didn't wanted to make him suffer. so you were good with one.

'y-yes. I-I m-mean, if y-you say s-so' poor boy managed to say. he was a wonderful mess: his hair was all over his face, his glasses turned foggy and he was full of sweat. Your face softened at the sight, letting out low sigh.

You placed yourself between his legs, butt up full on his display. You kitty licked his tip a few times for teasing, then you took your tip in your mouth. He started moaning, groaning and whimpering again, for the 3rd time that evening. You smiled with his cock in your mouth, trying to take another inch with every bob of your head. You hollowed your cheeks, earning a soft groan from him which usually made you go insane. Another wave of arousal was dripping down your pussy now. As you were bobbing your face up and down, you started feeling a bit of pubic hair on the tip of your nose. You were delighted, it was the first time you could take all of harry, since he was surprisingly big. Tears started running down your cheeks as your butt moved right and left, knowing that harry is watching it. this made his dick twitch in your mouth as you struggled to go faster and faster.

Unexpectedly, you pulled out with a loud pop as you replaced your mouth with your hand. You jerked as fast as possible as you settled yourself on harry's left tight, moving desperately to create friction. You were almost high while sucking him off, so it didn't take a lot of time for you to came on his tight. Even if you weren't down yet, you still pumped him as fast as ever, loud cries leaving your mouth.

The vision of you getting off so easily on his tight made him reach his high, splaying cum all over your hand and his chest. You were both breathing heavily, your hand moving now to harry's waist to hug him tight. You sat like that for a few seconds, while harry was stroking your hair up and down. You didn't even knew when your hair fell down your shoulders. You remembered it was in a messy bun, but you were probably to fucked up to think straight.

You got comfy on harry's chest as your eyes were slowly closing.

'merry christmas, darling.' you said before dozing off.

'merry christmas, my love' he kissed the top of your head and went to sleep.

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6 from the fluff prompts, either seuldy or sowoo, if you want!! thank you bby<33

Prompt: “Welcome Home”

[Pairing: Seulgi/ Wendy| Genre: fluff, confessions, warnings for slight mentions of ED but no unhealthy mindsets | Brigi I love u please take all this sappy stuff]

“Loneliness,I began to realise, was a populated place: a city in itself” – Olivia Laing

When Wendyfinally makes it out of the plane, the cool, crisp air hits her in the face andshe takes a deep breath. For a second, she almost misses the snow.

It snows inSeoul too, soft fluffy flakes lightly dusting the ground, but there’s somethingfundamentally different about the same weather in another city; some sort ofmetaphor about how places had personalities that seemed to bleed into theclimate. In Vancouver, it would snow relentlessly during the coldest nights,thick heavy sheets that blanketed everything and made it impossible to push thedoor open when she was a little kid. It was the kind of cold that chased you,seeped into the cracks of the buildings, made you wear socks even to bed andturn up the heating. It was the kind of weather that demanded attention, thatrequired every conversation to start with the words wow its really freezing today isn’t it?

She’salways had a funny relationship with snow. Back in Canada it had been thebiggest nuisance when she was a kid, forcing her to bundle up in layer afterlayer that eventually made her feel hot and suffocated, struggling to wadethrough mountains of the sparkling white power with her tiny frame that neverseemed to grow taller. Mostly, though,Wendy used to hate how the snow blanketed everything around her and cut her offfrom the rest of the outside world in their old family home. Sometimes duringearly mornings when everyone else was fast asleep, she used to peer out of thewindows with her hands pressed to the cold glass, watching the flakes swirlaround outside with an aching sense of loneliness that was too big and toostrong for someone so young.

Now inSeoul, she couldn’t cut herself off from the world if she tried. The air inSeoul buzzes with friction, cars honking endlessly, the subway making endlessloops, businessmen running frantically in the mornings and children heading offto their hogwans late into the night. Even the houses seem to get smaller andmore cramped every time she returns even if that’s not actually possible, thethin walls leaving everyone inevitably eavesdropping on each other. In Seoulthere is no feeling of infinity, of Wendy being swallowed whole by herfeelings. Instead there’s only the relentless drive to push herself further tothe breaking point, the intense pressure that can only come when everyonearound you seems to be working harder than you.

( It’s notperfect but when you’ve felt it long enough, loneliness could be comforting.There could be some real, genuine satisfaction in that mass anonymity, in aplace were you were known for nothing but your work. Wendy will take it, shethinks, as she unlocks the front door of her dorm, ready for to be confrontedby a freezing cold apartment covered indust and a todo list that will be miles long. It’s what she left home for. )

When sheunlocks her door and walks into her dorm though, the heating has already been turned upand the curtains are drawn, muffling the sounds of traffic outside. The dorm isusually cramped, but now even more so thanks to all the cardboard boxeslittered on the furniture and floor, as well as a bunch of grocery bags thrownon the table instead of stocked in the fridge. The shower isn’t running, butthe bathroom door has been left open and the room smells like the fruity scentof shampoo.

“Hey” saysSeulgi.

Wendysquints, trying to adjust to darkness and can just about make out a lump ofblankets she assumes is her roommate and fellow student Kang Seulgi.

(Andgirlfriend, if months and months of Seulgi flirting with her and Wendymisreading the signs and then one kiss and confession just before wintervacation qualifies as dating. Wendy isn’t sure how to have that conversationyet)

“Hey” shereplies, parking her meagre suitcase by the door, “did you seriously just cometo the dorm and then go to sleep?”

“Uh no”says Seulgi indignantly,though the last word turns into a yawn, which kind ofruins the indignation. “I took a shower, you know. And went grocery shopping”

“And forgotto put away the groceries” she retorts, face twisting into a fond smile despiteherself.

“How wasthe flight?” asks Seulgi, stretching luxuriously in her bed and clearly tryingto change the topic.

“Alright”replies Wendy. It was hell; there was a baby screaming for atleast eight hoursbut that doesn’t matter. Right now, she’s kind of awkwardly shifting from footto foot without trying to give that away because she’s tired and muddled and her eyes have adjusted to the darkness, so shecan see Seulgi’s face, mouth crinkled into one of her usual smiles and her faceall puffy and soft from sleep and it is…um…distracting. She doesn’t know whatto do with herself. She’s terrified ofsaying the wrong thing.

Seulgi humsthoughtfully, her voice raspier than usual from waking up. Then she sticks herarms out from under the blankets and makes grabby motions, gesturing for theother girl to join her.

Wendy feelsa small blush work its way onto her face despite her best efforts, stillslightly frozen to the spot. Seulgi makes a whining sound, wiggling her handsadorably and Wendy relents, kicking off her shoes and carefully draping her jacketon the head board before crawling into the space Seulgi’s left beside her. Itwas freezing cold back in Canada but right now its so warm, with the heat of Seulgi’s body and the three blankets she’swrapped tightly around them.

Cuddlingwith Seulgi is both comforting and nerve racking, long before they admitted thekind of feelings between them: it’s just so much close proximity, the two of them pressed tightly against oneanother, Seulgi’s chest right upto hers and their legs wrapped around eachother. She smells like shampoo and her skin is soft and warm in the kind of wayit can be when you’ve just woken up. Wendy can feel her body struggling to meltinto it and tense up at the same time.

Seulginotices, because she’s always noticed Wendy, long before the other girl thoughtthere was even a sliver of chance that the great Kang Seulgi would even thinkof her as a friend, and she smooths Wendy’s bangs away from her forehead,shifting away a little so that Wendy can get space.

“We didn’treally talk about what happened before you left, did we?” she says.

(Here’s howit went: Wendy arrived in Korea and was given a student accommodation with abubbly, bright dance major named Seulgi who seemed to single handedly be themost popular student on campus. Wendy had liked her obviously, subtly fallenfor her the way every single male student seemed to, but college wasdisorienting and overwhelming even without the element of Wendy adjustingawkwardly to cultural and language differences. As the weeks past, she’d made a few friends,and was beloved by most of the professors, even on the days she didn’t havebaked goods to give them, but Seulgi-almost too beautiful to be real Seulgi-had turned into the kind of roommate that seemed to care almost as much asfamily members in those movies Wendy had grown up on as a kid. She’d gentlywake up Wendy on the mornings where she’d sleep through her alarm, leave herbreakfast on the kitchen table, and approach her late night with softsuggestions to sleep. She’d invite her out for fun nights and plan for both ofthem to watch movies together, cuddled up in one bed like teenagers. Wendy didn’treally cry when she was sad, didn’t like to show that she was down, but Seulgifelt everything unabashedly and honestly, and more that once or twice Wendy hadheld her close to her chest, stroking her hair, reassuring her that it wasgoing to be fine after specially harsh feedback. It’s a strange thing to admit,but it was a while before Wendy realized that this was what genuine connectionsfelt like, that it wasn’t another person who’d be happy to hang around for thefirst few days before inevitably getting dissolved into their own real friendgroups.

Seulgiintroduced Wendy to her own little group of friends, all brilliant and talentedlike she was, and somehow, Wendy fit right in, enjoying her own quiet time withJoohyun, fooling around with Soonyoung, and helping Yeri through her homeworkwhile the girl fretted about exams. The semester had gotten easier, somethinghad loosened up in her chest after and Wendy had a regular list ofacquaintances to hit up after that but Seulgi still remained the first personshe wanted to spend all her time with, and both of them had jumped headfirstinto the confusing, dizzying heights that came with adulthood, the person thatshe left with for ramen at three am in the morning.

When Seulgiasked her out, it wasn’t an impulsive, late night thing though. Wendy had beenpacking, arranging everything neatly on her bed, when Seulgi had gotten up andstood next to her, hands clasped nervously. “I want to tell you something” shewhispered, and then instead leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, a soft,nervous peck. Wendy had dropped the clothes she was holding, kissed her back,and then she had to get on a plane and not see her for the next three weeks)

“You sentme a text that was like three paragraphs long trying to assure me that nothinghad to change if I didn’t want it to” says Seulgi, chuckling slightly.

“In mydefense, I was drunk” protested Wendy, still remembering sitting on the floorof her family bathroom, ignoring the Christmas party going on downstairs andsquinting at her autocorrect. “And-and”-she’s stammering again, fucking hell-“Imean, I do mean it, nothing has to change if you don’t want it to or anything,three weeks is a really long time to think about things, I mean, I care aboutyou deeply and your comfort comes first so-“

Seulgismooths down her hair again, looking at her with the kind of pinched expressionon her face, like what she’s saying hurts to hear in a way. “You’re so kindWendy” she says, warm breath tickling her face. It makes her shiver. “But rightnow, you don’t have to be. Do you want to date me?”

Wendy feelsher face go hot. It’s not really a sad moment, in fact its one of those momentsthat should make her scream and jumpwith joy if she watched it on a movie, but she feels tears prick the corner ofher eyes even though she’s not sure why. “Yes” she confesses, and it’s the firsttime she’s put those feelings into words. It makes her throat go warm and itchy. “I would-would like to I mean I’vewanted to for a long time but I’m-I’m not, like, um in tip top condition and I’dprobably be really bad at it so sorry about that in advance I mean-“

Seulgikisses her to make her shut up. Wendy makes an embarrassing squealing sound.

“Sometimes,during the first year of college, you’d scare me” says Seulgi, and it’s aconfession too, just not the kind that gets recorded in most movies. “You’dcome over in the night, after a whole day of working nonstop, and you’d stillbe moving, cleaning, cooking, but your eyes would be completely dead. And youwere so alone, coming all the way from Canada, with no friends, and it scaredme, I didn’t know what do in the beginning, so I didn’t say anything- “

“-You didn’thave to say anything. You didn’t-it wasn’t your fault or anything, in fact itwasn’t anyone’s fault. I just…..I just had things to deal with”

Seulgi’sstill looking at her with furrowed brows, so Wendy leans forward and kisses heragain. “Being here has helped so much” she whispers into Seulgi’s skin, “beinghere, I can’t-I don’t have the words for it yet but it helps so much”

There are alot of things that Wendy used to convince herself Seulgi would never beinterested, most of all the fact that she’s ill, and the kind of illnesses thatother people don’t like acknowledge, let alone talk about. Being back in Canadawas like trying to navigate a tightrope of feelings and should nots, it wasendless questions about how much or how little she was eating, about how sheshould and shouldn’t have left, about all the things she’d missed since she’d beengone. It was family dinners where all she could hear was the sound of forks andknives scraping the plate and trying to pretend she didn’t miss the taste ofeating ramen at midnight when both of them were too exhausted to thinkstraight. It was spending hours in her bedroom with the door shut and fallingasleep at odd hours of the day

A questionthat both Wendy and Seulgi would have laughed at one semester ago: where didfeelings go when you’d spent your whole life trying to crush them out ofoblivion, bury them deep down?

Wendy usedto think they turned could disappear, melt away like the snow in Seoul, andthat given enough time, everyone would forget about them when spring emerged,flowers blooming to cover up the bruises. Instead, she’d learned the hard waythat they turned rock hard and settled into her throat and chest, bubbled upinconveniently in the form of tears late in the night and panic attacks duringher worst moments. All those issues that she’d been convinced she was over hadtaken her by surprise, showed up in odd corners and alleys, held her down, and Wendy’dlearned the hard way that feelings demanded to be felt, that there was no pointpretending otherwise. It hurts, but it also feels so much more honest. Like themoment in spring when the snow began to melt into slush and it was nowhere asbeautiful, but there was also nowhere to hide, all the cracks in the Earth laidbare to see.

“I know youdon’t like to talk about Canada” says Seulgi, lips pressed faintly on the skinof Wendy’s shoulder, her hands stroking Wendy’s back aimlessly, reassuringly. “AndI know you overthink things a lot. But even if its hard, just remember youdon’t have to worry when you’re with me”

After solong of being deprived of it, it’s hard to recognize that feeling thrumming inher chest, melting her bones and causing something warm to bloom in herstomach: happiness. It’s been so longsince she felt a sense of belonging, of that bone deep feeling of contentment,to the point where she’s slightly afraid of that feeling, but Seulgi gentlytugs her closer and presses a soft kiss to her forehead and Wendy’s buries herface into the crook of her neck almost like she’s compelled. She thinks shemight give up everything she had for Seulgi if the other girl wanted her to.She thinks she’s not ready to put that into words. Atleast not yet. But she can kiss the dip where her neck meetsher shoulder, gently trace soft skin on her stomach, and lie in the darktogether.

“Do youthink our laundry machines are broken again?” Wendy says, because she wasmusing about how the maintenance are probably late again on the taxi ride home,and weirdly enough, it’s the only thing she can bring herself to say.

“Aren’t they ever year?” Seulgi is probablyrolling her eyes, and Wendy can’t bring herself to turn around and check, toobusy blinking away the last of her tears, but she kisses the soft skin as kindof a way to communicate anyway, to tell someone she loves them in messagestransmitted through skin.

“Welcomehome” whispers Seulgi, kissing her forehead. And she’s right. Wendy’s home now.The rest can wait.

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