#proceed to gently rise his chin with a stick

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Beg for it then.

[babyboibucky]

Devil’s Mark

Pairing: Rockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You accept a temp job as a runner for a rockstar’s concert.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: TW! Dubcon if you squint, toxic shit, filthy smut, mean!Bucky, rough oral (M receiving), rimming (M receiving), rough sex, slapping, overstimulation, Bucky marking you with a cigarette burn, MINORS DNI I BEG OF YOU

A/N: So this happened lmfao again, this is not to romanticize T*mmy L*e! I don’t care for him tbh, Seb’s tats and piercings were merely inspos for Rockstar!Bucky. Also, this piece sucks because it’s just idk, rushed and filthy and all over the place but I needed to get this out of my system so I can go back to my other WIPs lmfao

Also Rockstar!Bucky’s theme is Nine Inch Nails’ Closer sjcnkjsnakcs and please, he doesn’t have a goatee in this lmfao that fucking goatee ain’t working for me

Devil’s Mark Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

When you accepted the temp job as a runner for a certain rockstar's concert, you'd expected to follow the orders of the staff— bring some equipment to the other side of the venue, fix the lights over there, clean the microphones, buy them coffee— you know, the usual.

You did end up following orders, except that it involved taking the star of the show's cock down your throat.

Bucky Barnes was the epitome of a rockstar with his kohl-rimmed eyes, tattooed skin and piercings in unimaginable parts of his body. He smelled like smoke and leather, tasted like sex, sin and regret.

This was something you weren't supposed to do, hell, you'd never done something like this. At least, not with someone whom you just met a couple of minutes ago. But good god, there was something so irresistible about Bucky that made you say yes to him almost immediately.

Maybe it was the thrill of doing something that your mother warned you about, or the way Bucky looked at you like you were the prettiest thing he'd seen. Or was it his voice and how it sounded velvety-smooth yet rough around the edges whenever he praised you for being his good girl?

Perhaps it was Bucky's entire existence that made you want to desecrate your own image.

"Just like that. Doin' so good for me, sucking my fucking cock like your lollipop. You like how I taste?" Bucky cooed as he sat on the couch, eyes watching you as you kneeled in between his leather clad knees with your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

You hummed and gripped his knees, hollowing your cheeks as Bucky's hands held your head to keep you in place. He grunted and threw his head back when you slid lower, doing your best to relax your jaw so you can take him further than you'd ever taken someone before.

"Fuckin' hell, sugar." Bucky groaned and violently pushed your head down, making you choke on his cock.

Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen when he forced you to stay in place. You could feel his cock pulsate against your throat, making you gag on it continuously. Your hands began to hit Bucky's thighs when he refused to let you go, your heart hammering against your chest as you panicked at the feeling of losing all the air in your lungs.

Bucky darkly chuckled, ignoring your actions. "Breathe through your nose, sugar. You can do it, c'mon." he cooed.

A mix of your spit and Bucky's cum escaped your mouth, dribbling along your chin down to your top, soaking through the fabric. You tried to follow Bucky's instructions and inhaled through your nose, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you gagged again.

"Such a good whore for me, aren't you?" Bucky grunted, finally pulling your head by the hair, allowing you to gasp out for air.

Your cheeks were stained with your tears as you looked up at him, your chest rising and falling heavily with every breath you took. Bucky looked down at you lovingly, his hand tightening around your hair and the other gently caressing your cheek.

"You wanna make me happy, sugar?" he asked and you nodded eagerly.

Bucky then harshly gripped your face in his hand, squeezing your face as he tilted your head up so he could bend down and give you a kiss. It was sloppy, full of tongue and spit but it only spurred you on. The way Bucky was treating you was making you feel things you'd never felt before.

"I need your words, sugar. You wanna make me happy?" he asked again, louder this time.

"Yes, I want to." you said, voice hoarse from having his cock violently shoved down your throat.

Bucky slapped your face before gripping your jaw tightly, "Louder, sugar." he growled.

"Yes! Yes, I want to make you happy!" you exclaimed, eyes fluttering when Bucky tapped your cheek while praising you for being so fucking obedient.

You stayed on your knees and watched Bucky as he stood up, pulling his leather pants down further until he was completely naked. Wetness pooled in your panties as you took in the sight of Bucky, wanting him to just use you however he wanted.

To make you feel useful for once.

Bucky sat back down on the couch, spreading his legs as he gripped your neck, tugging you closer to his cock that rested against his tattooed abdomen.

"You wanna make me happy? I want you to fucking eat my ass." he growled and you blinked, not expecting his request.

Bucky noticed the hesitation on your part and leaned forward to kiss you again, this time taking your lower lip in between his teeth and tugging at it harshly until it bled.

"Not gonna ask you twice, sugar." he warned against your lips before leaning back against the couch.

Your trembling hand took his shaft, jerking him off as you bent forward to lick his balls first. Bucky grunted in response, his hips thrusting upwards as you continued to tug at his cock while your mouth proceeded to work on his sack.

A hiss slipped past your lips when Bucky took a fistful of your hair again, tugging you head back and lifting a brow at you.

"Sugar, I know what you're tryna do and that's not what I asked you." he said, gritting through his teeth and just like that, he dragged your head back down in between his legs as he leaned back against the couch.

Words failed to make it out of your mouth when Bucky pushed your face under his balls, his hand reaching down to grip his cock to jerk at it.

"Stick your tongue out, sugar. Make me feel good, you want that, don't you?" Bucky said, keeping your face in between his head.

You were more afraid to disappoint Bucky than your dignity, the feeling of being forced to do things you'd never imagined was making your thighs clench and your cunt weep. It never occurred to you that it was even possible for someone like you to enjoy being treated this way.

All this time you considered yourself holy, someone who couldn't bear to sin even if her life depended on it. And yet here you were, in between Bucky's legs with your tongue flattening against his puckered hole.

"Oh fuck, that's it." Bucky moaned at your first lick.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to get lost in Bucky's taste as you stiffened your tongue to prod his tight hole. His scent enveloped your senses, the sound of his hand jerking his cock coated with his own cum joining his grunts and groans that went straight to your core.

If this act was a sin, then why did it feel like heaven to you?

"You enjoy eating my ass, huh? Sugar? Yeah?" Bucky asked, grinning at you proudly as you looked up at him.

Seeing you like that made Bucky feral, lashes fluttering as you kept your innocent gaze on him while half of your face was buried deep in between his ass cheeks.

A saint who was willing to sin just for him.

Bucky pulled back and smiled down at you as you panted, "You ever been fucked?" he asked.

You nodded, letting him know that you've done the deed but never like this, of course. Bucky chuckled and cooed in amusement while letting his knuckles graze your cheekbone.

"I don't think so, sugar. At least, not like how I'm going to fuck you. Gonna ruin you for other men, make you mine and only mine. You gonna let me do that, sweet cheeks? Gonna let me use you however I want?" he asked but as usual, didn't wait for you to utter a single word to proceed.

Not that you were going to deny Bucky that.

He pulled you up to your feet by the arm, pressing a soft kiss on your lips before he unzipped your jeans and pulled it down together with your panties. Both your hands were quick to cover your mound from embarrassment, not sure whether Bucky preferred his women bare down there.

"Ah, ah." Bucky tutted, slapping your hands away before cupping your mound, making you jolt backwards at the cold sensation of the rings on his fingers.

"No need to be shy about a little hair down there." he said, dragging his hand upwards to play with the triangular patch of hair covering your mound before pushing you down on the couch.

"Open your legs, sugar. Show me how wet that fucking cunt is." he said.

He knelt down in front of you and almost salivated at the sight of your glistening pussy, so pink and so open as you spread your legs. A tinge of pink painted your cheeks as you watched Bucky nose the insides of your thighs, breathing in your scent while his hand continued to pump his cock.

"God, look at you. Dripping just for me." he moaned and then spit on your pussy, making you gasp out loud.

"I want you to make noise for me, wanna hear you scream my name. Wanna hear you beg for me..." he whispered before finally licking your cunt.

You moaned out loud, wanton and desperate for Bucky to keep going. He ate you out like you were his last meal, it was messy with his spit smearing across your thighs. Bucky was rough with you but god, the sounds he'd make as he lapped up your pussy was borderline obscene. Grunts, groans and muffled praises rang in your ear.

"Ride my face, sugar. Move those hips, smother me with your fuckin' cream. I want your scent on me, wanna smell you when I go onstage." he said and dove back in, your hips moving on their own accord as you chased your nearing high.

The surroundings spun around you and suddenly, all you could feel and hear was Bucky. His tongue and teeth on your cunt, his words of encouragement and then you were gone. Letting out a breathy moan when you came, you tried to close your legs but Bucky pinned them down on the couch as he continued to eat you out.

"Keep cumming, I want more. Give me more, sugar. Come on." Bucky urged and added his fingers into the mix.

Your thighs quaked and your clit was burning from how Bucky kept on sucking on it. Patches of your sweat began to soak your top, mixing along with the marks left by your drool and Bucky's cum.

"Bucky, I can't..." you sputtered out, grabbing at his hair and tugging him away.

That earned you a hard slap on your cheek, the sting only adding to the pleasure that was yet again building up within your core.

"Yes you can and you fucking will." he said and started pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy hard and fast until you were crying out again as another wave of orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

You weren't even done riding out your first climax when your second washed over you. And Bucky was relentless and damn insatiable, getting up and sliding his cock into your throbbing cunt.

Your throat went dry with how your moans were slowly transforming into a high-pitched shriek. Bucky was unforgiving as he fucked you, ignoring how your hands were scratching at his forearms in an attempt to escape their grip on your waist. The pleasure was too much, it was borderline painful but it was addicting.

The way Bucky's cock was extending your second orgasm to the point of coaxing out a third was making you delirious.

"You gonna pass out on me, sugar? Can't take my cock that well, huh?" Bucky mocked, his palm tapping your cheek to keep you awake.

You shook your head and tried to speak but couldn't do so. All you could do was whimper and babble like a fucking idiot as Bucky pounded into you. Just as when you were about to explode, his thrusts turned slow and languid, giving you an opportunity to recover.

"You still with me?" he asked with a chuckle, running his fingers through his sweaty locks.

Swallowing, you hummed in response and ignored how your body felt like it was literally on fire. Bucky reached for his leather pants on the ground without pulling his cock out from your cunt. Taking out a cigarette stick and a lighter, he placed the stick in between his lips and lighted it up. He slowly pulled back at the same time he took a drag from his cigarette, the pleasure building up once more as he pushed back into you.

Bucky almost looked ethereal like that with the fluorescent light illuminating behind him, puffs of smoke surrounding his figure as he stood in between your spread legs. His nipple piercings glistening, his tattooed arm flexing when he grabbed the back of your knee, pushing it down onto the couch to further open you up.

"Tell me you're mine to use." he said, nodding his head at you.

"I'm yours to use, Bucky." you whispered.

He smiled a charming smile, almost boyish in charm as opposed to his rugged and rough appearance. And then he sped up his thrusts again, making your toes curl and your fingers ball into fists.

"Yeah, you're mine?" he asked.

You nodded, face scrunching up in pleasure. "Yes, Bucky. All yours. I'm yours, please..." you pleaded.

"Please what, sugar?" he taunted.

"So close, I can't..." you didn't know whether you wanted to cum again or if you wanted him to stop.

Your body was buzzing from overstimulation but Bucky loved it. He loved seeing you like this, wrecked and sobbing. He merely laughed and blew smoke into your face.

"You can, sugar. Gonna make sure you cum again." Bucky growled, snapping his hips in a particular angle that brought you so close to the edge.

"Gonna mark you to make sure no one will want to mess with you." Bucky said, taking his cigarette out from his lips and then pressing it down against the inside of your right thigh.

Your scream was from the combination of pain from the burn and pleasure from your orgasm, making your body tremble on the couch. Your eyes rolled, tears spilling from your eyes and your spit seeping from the corner of your swollen lips.

"That's right, fuck. Milking my fucking cock so well." Bucky grunted followed by a breathy moan when he spilled his seed inside of you without any warning.

Too spent to even realize it, you laid on the couch almost lifelessly when Bucky pulled out and started dressing up as if he didn't just fuck your brains out. It took you a few minutes to return to the right headspace and when you finally came around, Bucky was dressed up in a loose muscle tee and his leather pants.

He walked over to you and bent down to squeeze your face in his hand, eyes glazing over your naked body before he looked back into your half-lidded eyes.

"Goddamn, sugar. Lookit you." he darkly chuckled before kissing you sloppily.

And then just like that, he was out of the dressing room. You looked down at yourself, naked from the waist below and flinched at the cigarette burn on the inside of your thigh. The ache was tolerable now, your intense pleasure masking its pain when Bucky pressed it against your flesh.

The burn was in stark contrast to your skin tone. It stood out, haunting you and reminding you that you sold your soul to a devil on earth— the devil's mark.

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[fushilovebot]

TAKE ME QUEEN!

gojo satoru

SMUT!ROYAL AU

wherein gojo satoru is a wanted thief captured and thrown beneath your foot to beg for forgiveness— but then things took a different turn.

he was dragged across the floor and thrown at someone's foot.

gojo satoru struggled to hoist himself, cold metal chains restraining his wrists and feet.

"you may all leave." you ordered the knights. watching as they kneel before slipping through the door.

and now it was just you two.

"satoru." you called the male who refused to meet your eyes. he sits with both knees facing the floor, head tilted to the side with his eyes closed.

gojo has always been a stubborn male.

you hummed amused, moving one of your feet to position it under his chin. you forced the male to look at you.

"you dare to disrespect your queen?" you exclaimed, not threateningly, rather the tone indicated in your voice was more teasing than offended.

slowly, gojo opens his eyes. revealing his jewel-like orbs, his lips part. "oh my!" he exclaimed with a look of shock.

"i would never! how dare i, a lowly townfolk, ever do such an obscene act! i sincerely apologize if my actions have made you come to that conclusion. offending the "oh-so-kind-and-loving" queen was never my intention! oh, please forgive me your highness!" the male feigned innocence. batting his lashes mockingly as a shit-eating grin played along the ends of his lips.

deciding to play along, you rose a brow. retracting your foot and pressing your back on the throne. with a deep sigh, you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. "indeed! who would be so brazen as to steal one of the "oh-so-loving-and-kind" queen's precious belongings!"

gojo hums. "who would do such a thing!"

you nod. "the bravest of the bravest!"

he opens his mouth, letting his jaw drop and eyes widen. acting as if he was in utter shock and disbelief. "the bravest of the bravest!" gojo agreed.

you press your lips into a thin line. looking like you were thinking for a good few seconds before doing an expression of realization. "perhaps it was gojo satoru!"

the male then proceeds to look shocked again. gasping he says, "gojo? satoru? but that handsome fellow is innocent!"

"an innocent criminal?" you retort fabricating a look of confusion.

"a criminal who likes playing innocent!" gojo replies with a proud smile.

"indeed!" you agree with a chuckle.

but then the male continues, "much like you!" he laughs.

"much like me!" you laugh along before rising to your feet.

you kept your eyes on the male as he did with you. looking directly at each other with piercing gazes amidst the thick tension that surrounded you two.

"dearest gojo." you called, walking toward the restrained male.

"dearest y/n." he mocked, watching as you near him. walking elegantly in that stupid red dress that hugged your curves.

you stopped just in front of the male, looking down at him. "aren't you acting too brave for your own good?"

gojo flashes a smile. "am i really?"

you bend down to his height. eyes still boring holes to one another. "what a naughty criminal you are."

nose touching, gojo remained unfazed. "and what a dirty whore you are." he inches closer in an attempt to dominate you. but of course, you refused to back down.

drawing closer, your eyes unconsciously flicker down to his body. all bruised on his beautiful snow skin with blossoming shades of dark blue and purple, a ruined shirt that barely passed the requirements of what needed to be covered. you licked your drying lips, warmth overcoming your body as you brought your eyes back to his ocean orbs.

was it your clothes or was it gojo that made you feel all hot and sweaty?

but it wasn't just you who felt burning. gojo was panting too.

you can see it in his eyes and feel it in his hot breaths.

the spark that connected your eyes and the attraction that closed the gap between your bodies— and all of a sudden, both of your lips were intertwined in a short peck. both pulling away before quickly diving right back in.

gojo opened his eyes. your lips were softer than anything he's ever known, soft like cotton candy melting in his tongue as your sweet taste invades his senses.

he knows this is wrong. he knows he shouldn't be enjoying this and he knows he was supposed to be against you. but it felt too damn good.

you tasted so good. so addicting. the taste of your honey-coated teeth and sugary sweet lips made him want you more.

you peel away from the kiss, a lone string of saliva attached to both of your tongues. panting, breathless.

you stared at gojo his eyes still closed, seeming to process what had happened. brows furrowed and tinted ears. lifting a hand, you gently place it on the male's heaving chest. dragging it down at a painfully slow pace as you pressed your forehead against his.

lips grazing on one another, "aren't you all hot and heavy." you murmur. and gojo shivers at the combination of your lips moving against his and your hand making its way to his exposed abs.

the male clicked his tongue, snapping his head to the side. "don't act like you weren't the one who initiated it." he exclaimed, flustered.

you hummed in amusement, eyes glinting with mischief as you shifted to his ear. "and don't act like you did not like it." you whispered.

the male scoffs, "as if!" he rolled his eyes.

"yet your body says otherwise." moving your hand to his hair. "it's bad to lie to yourself, gojo."

gojo shrank. he was so mad and disappointed in himself, embarrassed even. why? because he had only realized that he has a huge ass boner right now.

he was so confused. why was he turned on right now? and out of all the people that could've made him hard it was one of the people he hates the most! out of all the people it was you!

out of words, gojo stays silent. embarrassed and speechless while you let out a light laugh that crushed his already shattered ego.

you ran your thumb across his bottom lip. "do you want this, gojo?" with your free hand you clear his face of stray strands of hair that covered his beauty.

gojo remained silent. internally debating whether he wanted this to stop or not. though without even knowing, his head moves from side to side.

he did not want to stop.

you smile. using your thumb to part his lips once more. "stick your tongue out." you ordered and he gradually did as told.

"very good." you praised, tapping his cheek before going in. lacing your tongues concurrently in a steamy dance. grunts and moans occasionally escaping as you tug on the male's lustrous white locks. brows knitted together in the heat of the passionate kiss.

peeling away, you placed a wet kiss right under his jaw. gently sucking and nipping before using your tongue to soothe the mark that mad been placed. you grin against his smooth skin, now guiding the male to lay back while you drag your tongue all the way down to his abs. ( leaving marks all over as well. )

gojo groans, goosebumps arising as he jolts at the sensation of your soft lips on his clothed bulge. the male twitched, his fingers trembling and toes curling as he struggled from the pain of not getting to feel you.

you gave his clothed member a peck. rubbing it and watching in entertainment as it throbs in need.

"please.." you heard a small whimper, looking up you were met with a new face. a new expression and a new side of gojo.

"please..." he repeats with pleading eyes and a quivering mouth.

and somehow this side of gojo seemed to drive you insane.

deciding to tease the needy male, you shift to his face. "please what?" you grab his chin to hold his head in place.

eye to eye with lustful gazes, both drowning in their immoral desires.

gojo whines. "don't do this to me, y/n."

you rose a brow. "whatever do you mean?" flashing the male a smile.

the male swallowed. "please take me, queen."

though his voice was faint, barely heard, and almost a whisper. you decide to not prolong the teasing, after all, your patience was running low too.

"i hear you." you smile. placing a chaste kiss on his cheekbone— then licking his bottom lip before inserting your tongue inside his wet cavern. exploring his everything, you open his mouth. a string of saliva connected with your separation. gathering some spittle, you spat in the male's mouth.

gojo eagerly swallows your spit. and you smile in satisfaction, watching the cocky male crumble beneath you.

half-lidded eyes, lips ajar, and gasping for air with the mixture yours and his spit rolling down his chin. the chains that restrained him were only a bonus.

maybe you did have a corruption kink.

tracing the love bites you've planted all over his body. you feel gojo shudder under your touch.

'pretty things are always the best.' you thought as you moved down to his throbbing cock.

gojo tries to look at you. however, all of a sudden, his vision was blocked.

"relax, gojo." he heard you say. "i know it irks you to see someone you hate do these to you."

'but i want to see you.' he inwardly replied. yet no words escaped his mouth, instead, a silent moan was what he did. arching his back and grinding his hips, gojo attempts to move against the chains. veins popping and blood running cold with sweat dripping down his forehead.

and you only watched him struggle. swirling your tongue on his swollen tip that leaked precum. you squeezed your legs together, trying to pleasure yourself as you gawk at gojo.

'somehow the blindfold made everything dirtier and hotter.'

dragging your tongue along the side of his shaft, sucking on the visible veins before you settle him whole inside your mouth.

"don't stop," he mumbles, all breathy and hoarse.

though, you were getting needy too. stopping momentarily, you hastily removed all the clothes that seemed to be a hindrance right now. letting your dress fall to the floor and tossing your undergarments to wherever. 

you moved to sit on the male's face, your thighs clamping his cheeks. gojo seemed to understand what you wanted, revealing his tongue. he begins with a slow teasing lick from your clit to your folds. you moaned against his dick, vibrations driving him insane.

gojo pokes his tongue out, thrusting it in your little hole that twitched while you hissed in pleasure. butterflies erupting and the fiery pit in the bottom of your stomach tingling. you proceed to choke on his dick. deepthroating the male and pumping his shaft, your tongue working miracles while you suck and gag.

it was torture for gojo. it felt so wrong to do it with you, but he couldn't help it. it felt too good.

how do i stop?

you were like a succubus. i can't get enough of you.

how do i stop?

it should be a sin to feel this good, i feel like i'm in cloud nine.

how do i stop?

you taste amazing. so delicious, that i'm desperate for more.

how do i stop?

your skin melts in my tongue like sweet vanilla candy drizzling in my tip, i just can't get enough.

how do i stop?

i want to explore everything about you. inside-out.

how do i stop?

i don't want to stop.

gojo groans in your pussy. spelling the word 'sinful' and 'pleasure' with his tongue. fortunately, you were too distracted by the incredible sensation to even realize what he was doing.

the 'blindfold' that covered his vision was annoying him. it felt uncomfortable and he wanted to see you.

you were nearing your climax and you knew gojo was too. he was twitching around your mouth so much.

taking him out of your mouth with a pop, you move away from gojo. the male confused with his tongue out. your ungodly fluids coating his tongue.

"i want to see you..." he says, voice strained.

you smile, crawling on top of the male. your pussy aligned to his member. wordlessly, you remove the blindfold from the male.

gojo's breathing hitched, unable to open his eyes for a few moments.

a chuckle left your lips. grinding on his member, you savored the way gojo would wriggle underneath you. the way he would whine and plead for your teasing to stop.

and you would only smile in response. "i hear you." leaning in to capture his lips in a sloppy kiss, you insert his cock in your treasured novelty. the warmth of your pussy wrappig around him as his veins hit every corner of your velvety walls.

heavy breathing bouncing through the walls, screaming, and moaning. legs shaking, hip thrusting, tongue flicking, deep stroking.

the night was long, but not longer than the hours you and gojo fucked.

end.

[artxyra]

The Secret Life of MDC | Part 5

Part 5 – Haha, wait you’re serious?

Fun fact: This rewrite was supposed to be five parts, but as I was writing and changing things, I have no idea how long this is going to be.

Parts 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

What a relaxing evening the couples group plus one was having. Everyone but Jon and Damian was wearing a disguise of some sort. Marinette in her usual lace netted veil, Chloe with her hair down and sunglasses on, and Adrien with a dark wig and punk clothes. It was never easy being out and open like this, but it was relaxing.

“I’m telling you, she’s not worth it.” Marinette states before taking a sip of her ice coffee beverage. She doesn’t know how or when their conversation regarding the upcoming gala turned into a revenge plan to reveal the liar that has made her life miserable back in Paris.

“Angel, she is making up stories about me. How can I not make her suffer any more than she had made you?” Damian asks taking her hand into his own. Marinette huffs unsure what to say.

“C’mon buggy, even Luka agrees with him. Let him take over for a moment.” Adrien comments showing the designer his phone with a series of messages from Luka on the screen.

Marinette still doesn’t reply. Instead, she looks up to the sky as of it hoping for a miracle. Nothing was working.

“Kagami even she said she’ll help hide the body. Just give me the okay and she’ll be on the next flight here or I’ll go get her with Kaalki.” Chloe adds in taping away on her phone as if she wasn’t paying attention.

“Absolutely not. Look, guys, we have three weeks left here and I don’t want to spend it worrying about the class despite being the damn TA for this exchange. I already need to finish the touch-ups on our dresses and grade like a shit ton of assignments.” Marinette groans leaning into Damian’s chest. He places a kiss on her forehead before resting his chin on her head.

“Why are you guys even like this?” It’s Jon’s turn to cry out in frustration. Everyone turns to him with an eyebrow raised. The half-Kryptonian should no better by now than to question anything his boyfriend and friends do. “Alright, alright, I fold. What do I need to do?”

“Stay my handsome hero.” Adrien absently adds swooning in Jon’s arms looking upward to the hero. Shaking his head, Adrien turns to Marinette and blinks. “Did I really just say that?”

Marinette tries to hide her giggles, nodding. However, Chloe didn’t even try to hide her laughs causing the model to blush.

“I actually liked it,” Jon says before placing a kiss on the blonde’s cheek furthering his blush to a deeper red.

“Ooh, Gami just replied back to me, she wants to see if we can do a movie night stream?” Chloe asks on behalf of her girlfriend. Planning movie nights are often frequent amongst the group especially when they are missing each other.

“I know my father wouldn’t mind, but depending on who’s staying at the manor tonight it might turn into a family affair,” Damian responds gently pushing Marinette off of him and stand up to stretch.

“She’s fine with that.”

“Good; I’ll message Alfred to set to the theatre room.” Damian pulls out his phone and immediately proceeds to message the family butler.

“You know he’ll probably send a message with an image of the theatre room decked out with pillows and blankets with the caption: already have, young master.” Marinette jokes but little did she know her guess was actually right.

Damian’s phone dings with a message from Alfred. It is indeed a photo of the theatre room with pillows and blanket gently piled together. Underneath the photo is the message “Already done, young master, just be home before dark.”

“How does he do that?” Adrien wonders before adding, “It’s witchcraft?”

“You know as well as my brothers that we still do not know that answer.” Damian murmurs sliding his phone back into his pocket. He then holds out his hand for Marinette to take as she pushes herself off the wooden bench.

“We should head back then…” Marinette is then cut off by her phone along with her blonde sibling’s phones simultaneously buzzing. The three Parisians grab their phones and see the answer.

It’s the Headmistress of Gotham Academy calling her. Confused, Marinette answers the call just as Adrien and Chloe read the variety of messages from the classmates or at least those that still have their numbers.

Damian and Jon look to one another cautiously. It’s not every day that the trio’s phone would go off especially when they are not in a group chat with the others. Damian takes a step closer to Marinette as panic rises her eyes.

When the call ends, Marinette takes a series of deep breaths. “First the Riddler and now this shit. They better be damn glad to stay on this trip once we find them.” Was the only thing that would come out of the designer’s mouth.

Chloe and Adrien stop reading. “Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.” This really draws two teens to their friends. Adrien stays silent which is unlike him especially when there isn’t a battle or around them.

“Um, care to fill us in?” Jon asks knowing that Damian would not as he tries to get answers from Marinette.

“Apparently Mlle. Bustier and the GA staff are losing their heads.” Chloe starts.

“Nino messaged me that something had happened after we left,” Adrien adds shuffling his feet against the ground.

“Yeah; Alya and Lie-la are missing. The headmistress says that no one has seen since we left and asked if we, more specifically I, knew about their whereabouts.” Marinette shakes her head, “Which I have no clue about. I’m not a sheep’s keeper.” The noirette sighs, face-palming.

“I guess movie night is off then.” Jon ponders.

“No, no, we can still find them before it gets super late. By we, I mean Robin and Superboy along with the Gotham’s miraculous team.” Marinette counters before anyone could get a word in.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Chloe asks in disbelief.

“Yeah, let’s just hope the liar’s big mouth didn’t get her in trouble with the Joker or any other Gotham villain,” Marinette grumbles as if all happiness crash and burned right in front of her.

“And here I have thought that after last week, they would stay on the down-low, but no~ they just had to disappear. This will really put a stick into Mlle. Bustier’s teaching qualifications.” Chloe groans as she starts packing her stuff up with looks ready to kill.

“I’ll see you in a bit, suit and all. I have damage control to handle before we make our next steps.” Marinette and Adrien give their significant others a peck on the lips. As much as Damian hates the veil covering her eyes, he knows the pain the reset inside them.

“I’ll talk things through with the family. Maybe even hack into the security cameras for some leads.” He whispers into her ear holding her arms. Marinette looks up to Damian and nods.

~*~

If those phone calls didn’t give light to the current situation, it would have been like walking into the middle of a war zone. Everywhere you look there were teachers asking questions, normally this would never happen to Gotham Academy, but when the exchange happens it like the school turns on its head.

Chloe, Adrien, and Marinette decided to split up. Adrien went to speak to Nino to see if he had knowledge of his girlfriend. Chloe sneaked into the security room while Marinette takes on her teacher assistant role to speak with Mlle. Bustier and the GA headmistress.

Marinette could tell how heated the conversation is from just a few feet away. The closer she got the more she could tell that Caline was sweating where she was standing.

“Marinette doesn’t belong in conversations like this.” Caline tries to get Marinette removed from the conversation the moment she sees the girl, but the headmistress wasn’t having that.

“Marinette is allowed to be here, Ms. Bustier, she is apparently the only one with the contact information regarding your students.” The headmistress states and it was true. Even though Marinette is technically the class representative despite no longer being a student of the school, she still holds vital information regarding the class.

“Hold on, you didn’t contact our parents?” Realization began to hit. “We were nearly killed last week and today, not even a full week since we have arrived, you have lost two students.”

“Marinette, you guys made it back safely, and I just didn’t have time to call everyone’s parents or guardians.” Caline is really trying to save face here.

“We’re in a whole another country. It is your duty to inform parents and or guardians about any situation, mishap, whatever happens to them.” Marinette nearly screams at the teacher. Anger could not even begin to be Marinette’s main emotion.

“I’m sure they’ll show up, Alya and Lila are very responsible.” Seriously? She cannot be for real.

“Mlle. Bustier,” Marinette takes a deep breath, clasps her hands together. “They can be killed here. I may not like those two but even I know the importance of safety here in Gotham.”

“Marinette, I’ll take it from here. How about you go help the others in finding the two missing girls.” The GA headmistress says placing a hand on the designer’s shoulder. Marinette calms down and nods. It was for the best.

Marching down the halls, everyone avoided Marinette. How could they not, she was a woman on a warpath. The Paris exchange students have never seen Marinette so angry before it was causing them to quake in their shoes.

Adrien was finishing his conversation with Nino when he joins Marinette’s side on the march to glory. Chloe had just finished up with the security room before she joined her crew. Together, the three exits the school grounds knowing exactly where they are heading to.

It was no secret that everyone knows each other identity between the Batfam and the Miraculous crew. So, when Alfred pulled up in a disguised car, with the window rolled down he simply raises an eyebrow. The trio gets in as the school just watches in shock. Nothing was making sense to them.

“So, I found that they did indeed leave minutes after we did. The cameras lost them upon walking across the streets towards this building.” Chloe states pointing to the screen with confidence.

“From what I had gathered from Nino, they had missed their check-in time at least three times before the flags were raised. As you know the class aside from us needs to check-in with the teachers at least once an hour after what happened last week.” Adrien then adds in.

Marinette nods before she turns to Tim, who was surprising on his fourth cup of coffee.

“Tim, what did you find?”  She asks before sliding a coffee flavor “health” bar over to the hacker. Tim takes it and slides the bar into his pocket.

“Let’s just say its not the Joker behind their missing appearance. We got Gordon on the lookout, but you know what they say when it comes close to nighttime here in Gotham.”

“Out of everyone, it had to be the two of them. If my job wasn’t also kind of on the stake, I would have just left them to figure it out and stay out of it.”

“You know that’s not true Mars; you love to save people even those who let deserves it.”

“Who asked you, Kitten, let him bitch about things that we know would never happen.”

If it wasn’t for the growing tension in the room, everyone would have burst out laughing.

“We got movement,” Jason calls out while cleaning one of his guns.

Everyone catches the other’s eyes before simultaneously nodding. It’s going to be a long night ahead of them.

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Writing Challenge - Random

“Is that...my shirt?” - Harry Winks

Thank you to the lovely @penguintransporter for this one 🤍

There’s a drizzle in the air, misty and almost intangible, and the wind that carries it is gentle, but cold, feeling fresh against his freckled skin. His hair is slightly wet, the tips stick to his forehead, and he feels like he should probably find a cover under some roof on the side of the pavement, but he doesn’t do it, afraid that she won’t see him if he steps away.

It’s a quiet Thursday afternoon, almost too quiet, and the only sound he can hear is the loud laughter from the nearby pub where the regulars are getting rowdier and merrier with every pint they consume as the aroma from the nearby chippy shop along the street fills his nostrils and makes his stomach grumble.

Hopefully, she’ll be here soon.

Not long after his stomach voices yet another complaint, he notices her while she crosses the road, for a second blending in with the crowd of Londoners, and he smiles to himself as he takes his hands out of his fish-tail parka pockets – excitement filling up his stomach, and he suddenly feels no hunger any more.

“Bloody hell, Winksy,” she stops in front of him, shaking her head as she tries to shake off the excess raindrops out of her hair, “what is this weather? Didn’t we settle for today because it was supposed to be sunny? Can we go back to Spain or wherever they have sun every day?”

Harry grins.

“Hello to you to Sophie. I’ve been alright, thanks for asking. Yourself?” he teases subtly, making her look up at him with a grin, and something inside of him shifts.

“Won’t you look at the lack of my manners, huh? Hi, Harry! It’s been a while, no?” she responds – her words mumbled as he brings her into his arms for a quick hug, aware that the surface of his jacket is wet from the rain.

As he pulls away, he unzips his parka and takes out a beanie hat from the inside pocket before pulling the zip back, all the way to his chin. “Here,” he murmurs as they start walking along the Bermondsey Street and towards their favourite coffee spot, “it’s not exactly an umbrella, but it’ll do until we get inside. Keeps that bird’s nest of yours dry,” he adds to make it more light-hearted.

“And what about you?” Sophie inquires as she looks up at him, blinking away the raindrops that were trapped in between her eyelashes. “Plus, this feels freakishly expensive. Is it merino wool? I am afraid I will stretch it. Take it back, Harry, I know I will stretch it.”

“Sophie, you’re rambling,” Harry points out, sticking his hands back into his pockets, “just put it on, or I will be forced to do it myself. It’s just a hat.”

Sophie doesn’t say anything but smiles before putting the beanie on, gently pulling it over her ears until they were neatly tucked in.

Harry and Sophie have known each other for a bigger portion of their lives – way before they realised that one cannot get cooties by kissing someone, and way before they acknowledged the fact that being adult is not as cool as they thought it would be. Harry was five and Sophie four years old when they met for the first time, tagging along with their fathers to one of their regular pints-before-the-match meetings around Hertfordshire.

Sophie was an odd-ball, with fine, straight cut hair – a bit chubby and with pale cheeks that were constantly stained with a blush while Harry was a lanky, hyperactive boy who was able to recite all the strikers that ever played for the England’s National Team.

Growing up, week after week, they kept tagging along, sometimes actually eager to watch the match, but mostly just running around the dark pub, knocking over things and making other people and pub-owners annoyed with their antics, but, once the tiredness overpowered them, they always ended up doing one thing – sitting together in between their fathers, drinking juice and sharing a packet of crisps.

Twenty years later, despite growing up, changing interests and music tastes, schools and extracurricular activities, neither Sophie nor Harry forgot how strong their friendship was when they were kids. Even if they had different circles of friends, schedules and timetables, ambitions and aspirations, they always made sure to at least devote one day in a month for one-another.

“How’s school?” Harry asks as he walks back from the till where he had been picking up their drinks – a flat white for himself and some weird mocha-something for her, but before he has time to set the mugs down on the wooden table, he stops in his tracks, watching Sophie shrug her coat off. “Is that… my shirt?” he asks as the warmth fills up his body, and he feels his stomach do a flip.

Sophie blushes and sits down before pulling on the sleeves of Harry’s Champion’s crewneck. “Yeah,” she admits,  smoothing the collar a little, “it somehow ended up in my suitcase when we got back from the holidays, and I forgot to return it.” Sophie smiles as she takes a sip of her drink.

“Forgot or didn’t want to?” Harry teases as his mind goes back to their last trip to Mallorca together, a year ago – a trip where Harry realised that Sophie wasn’t the same chubby, pink cheeks, and missing front tooth girl he used to play tag with in a dimly lit pubs.

“Both,” Sophie responds, looking away, trying to hide her blush from Harry’s curious eyes, but he notices it and tries to hide his smile.

Harry has always had a soft spot for Sophie, and if asked to why, he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to give an answer. Maybe it was the fact that they met at such young age, or maybe it was the constant prodding and poking of their mothers, subtly hinting that they would be a perfect couple. He couldn’t tell, but whatever it was, recently it only became stronger, and it made him feel a certain kind of excitement whenever he texted her, whenever they face-timed one another, and whenever he knew that she was watching him from the stands, wearing a shirt with his name on the back.

“It looks as if it has stopped raining,” Sophie murmurs as they both look through the window of the cafe where they had been sitting for the past three hours, chatting their afternoon away.

Harry nods, glancing at her and lets his eyes linger on her for a second, watching her observe the clearing sky on the outside, and his stomach makes that familiar flip yet again. “Do you want to go somewhere for a pint? I probably shouldn’t, but I fancy one.”

“Only if you buy me a packet of crisps,” Sophie smiles, and he pulls a face at her, but he knows that he would buy her the world, if she asked him to. They quickly get up, putting their coats back on, and  he makes sure to hold the doors open for her before they step out in, now, with sun streaked London street. Sophie sighs happily as they start walking before reaching out the beanie towards him. “Thanks, but I don’t think I will be needing this from now on. But if you’re wondering what to get me for upcoming Christmas, I am letting you know that one of these, merino, alpaca or whatever hats might be a good idea, but it doesn’t have to be fan—,”

“—Careful!” Harry interrupts and Sophie yelps a little as he pulls her closer to his side.

“Jesus,” she whispers – side of her face still pressed against his side.

Harry is grinning now as he looks down at her. “Sorry, but you almost stepped into a huge puddle. See there, and I have no spare socks to borrow you if you get yours wet.”

“Oh,” Sophie breathes out, but quickly feels the temperature rise in her body as she glances at where Harry was holding her hand in his, and it makes him stop as well – his boyish smile disappearing for a second, but he never drops his hold on her hand. Instead, he intertwines their fingers together – his thumb stroking over her soft skin before he smiles again.

“I like this,” he mumbles, “I don’t know about you, Sophie, but it feels nice. Can we hold hands for a bit longer?”

Sophie is quiet, looking down at her shoes as she tries to gather her thoughts, but she doesn’t need to say anything in the first place because her blush is answering all the spoken and unspoken questions.

“I like it too, and I’d love to hold hands with you,” she answers, and Harry only grins as they start walking again – hand in hand, and with their stomachs filled with thousands of little butterflies, dancing on the beat of their hearts.

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dreaming of you

Sugawara x Reader - Scenario

@0hakaashi‘s request: “can I request suga with #11 (dreams)? ty💕”

a/n: sometimes you write fluff... sometimes that fluff is sickeningly sweet and makes you want to cry out of pure comfort and warmth. have a little taste of that with Sugawara tonight, my loves <3

warnings: none!

wc: 1750

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Sugawara’s apartment has seen some pretty crazy things.

It witnessed that wild, drunk dancing phase of yours that knocked over way more than just a few breakable items. Your first kisses as a couple and endless domestic, morning pecks with the ever-so gentle boy. It watched as a multitude of sleepovers went from being strict study nights to early morning giggles thanks to distractions like a new song release, Napoleon Dynamite dance routine attempts, and melted ice cream on cherry-tinted lips.

The poster-covered walls knew you better than some of your closest friends. You’d left your mark there. With little, accidental chips and water-stains on wooden furniture. On that old, grey carpet that caught several pain-induced tears, while the rest of your crying was usually muffled by Suga’s thin, white t-shirts. By adding a toothbrush as well as shampoo and conditioner to his bathroom.

You, Sugawara, and this nostalgia-drenched apartment have experienced quite a lot.

And, even if it hasn’t all been perfect, you’ve been lavished in over a year's worth of sunkissed memories. Days that would always start snuggled up under his chin, feeling the reassuring rise and fall of his sturdy chest. With the tenderest of touches, he’d caress your cheek using the back of his hand every morning without fail. Every time you opened your eyes to his chestnut-brown irises, your heart would flutter involuntarily. 

It almost seems fake. That this world, which used to be dull and lifeless, could paint itself into a rainbow of colors only the two of you could see.

Once again, you’re splayed across his bed on your stomach, stopping the gentle sway of your legs and placing your phone down in front of you to see Suga’s silvery tufts of hair, his honey-brown eyes gazing thoughtfully at the ceiling.

You’d spent the night at his place again and, as per usual, the morning is quiet. The first 20 or so minutes filled with stretching, phone-scrolling, and snuggles.

He reaches his slender hands upward, stretching his arms toward the open air of the quiet bedroom.

A heavy, golden stream of sunlight casts the shadow of a window onto your wall, along with the outlines of his fingers and thumbs. But as soon as he loses interest in the gleaming sunrise colors that dripped down his hand, Suga drops his arm and lifts himself up to face you, seeking an answer.

Words as soft as a young bird’s feathers ruffle the silence of the cool air.

“Would you be mad if I got super cheesy right now?” Suga asks cooly, his question genuine.

You tilt your head, a small smirk forming because you’ve seen this face before. It’s the look you got before he lavished you with sweet sayings and almost sickening, lovey-dovey phrases.

You used to fuss at him, flick his forehead, cover your face in embarrassment… the whole nine-yards just to avoid his compliments and the tingly feelings that followed.

“I have a feeling you’re just gonna say it anyways, so you might as well.” You roll your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows and using the palms of your hands to hold your chin.

“You know me so well.” A cheeky grin spreads across his face.

Suga shifts himself up and over to you as he gently lays his head onto your middle.

It’s a tingly, ticklish sensation. His consistent show of closeness and affection always had you melting into him, like clay being warmed by a careful potter's knowing hands. Your hands automatically start carding through his unreasonably soft hair and he hums into the touch before continuing his thoughts.

“Y/n, you’re so good to me.” He breathes out, beginning to build his web of thoughts.

“Things have just… flowed well for me ever since you came into my life.” Suga tilts his head back into your brushing fingers and strokes your thigh with the back of his hand.

“You always make me laugh, you understand me, and wow are you gorgeous. You’re pretty much perfect.” He says while a smile forms on his visage and heat rises to your own face along with a copycat smile of your own.

But the conversation takes an unusual turn.

“And, well, I dunno...”

“...sometimes it almost feels a bit unreal.”

He huffs out an amused sigh because the words sound much funnier out loud than they did in his head. But he might as well continue. You’ve heard him say much weirder, far more… questionable things.

You tug lightly at his sterling strands. With a soft, “Mhmm,” and an unseen smile, you prompt him to continue.

“I’m serious! You’ve somehow even managed to work your way into my dreams most nights, actually.” He admits, letting out a breathy laugh, your own soft giggle following.

He notes how nice it is to feel you laugh against his head, mentally snap-shotting the moment. But Sugawara wants to add one more thing, twisting the moment slightly. Something that could potentially pause that splendid laughter.

“...so when I wake up, I always wonder if you’ll actually still be there... y’know, with me...” The hand that was once twirling his hair now pauses its movements.

You shift yourself upwards so that you’re sitting with your back snug against the bed’s headboard, moving Suga’s head to be in the center of your lap.

With his face more readily availble to you, you’re now tracing the outline of his features while processing his words, gazing deeply into an unreadable expression.

“So you’re trying to tell me…” You brush a few strands of hair away from his eyes, cocking your head to the side with a look that says, ‘Are you being serious right now?’

“...that because things are going so well right now...”

You lean in closer to his face, which lays perpendicular to your own. “...hell, maybe a little too well...”

“...and because I somehow interfere with your subconscious while you’re asleep…” Your nose brushes gently against his, a small flush coloring his pale skin.

“...that you’re worried I might just up and leave you someday?” You quirk an eyebrow and a small smirk appears on your face.

It was an unfounded insecurity... and most insecurities don’t like to listen to logic.

He averts his gaze, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes.

You hover over his face a little longer before tilting your head to ghost your lips meticulously over his.

Even though you’ve taken the initiative, it’s impossible to not get a little flustered with his minty breath gently fanning over your face. You become acutely aware of the subtle shifting of his hands, pressing ever so slightly into the bed at your close contact.

Suga’s golden-brown eyes close and just as he lifts his head off your lap to steal a kiss, you teasingly lean back earning the sweetest of pouts in return.

At your refusal to appease him, Suga rolls his head to the side, avoiding eye-contact with you.

“Well now I just feel silly.” He sulks, face jokingly downcast and blush lightly tinting the apples of his cheeks.

You can’t help but chuckle softly. Your boyfriend has always been a funny one, but it’s hard for you to believe that he would have so little faith in you. Even if it was a passing doubt, you never wanted him to think that the absence of good times meant that you would leave him too.

Because Suga had made a point of always being there.

Always sticking around. Never leaving you, a teammate, a family member, or even a lost stranger behind. He would take anyone by the hand and lead them to a safe place with utmost care. Hell, you bet that even in his dreams, he would still clasp your fingers tightly with his and not let go unless you absolutely begged him… though you doubt that the dream version of youself would ever be stupid enough to ask Suga to untwine your hand from his.

So you decide to be the cheesy one for a change.

You lean over him once more, but this time you use both of your palms to draw his face toward yours. A beautiful, squinty smile adorns your once teasing expression and greets his soft, pouty one. You proceed by blowing cool air into his eyes, causing him to shut them in mild discomfort, which allows you to sneakily take his lips into yours, melding them together tenderly.

He immediately responds by lifting up one of his hands to caress your face, deepening the sleepy, sunrise kiss.

It’s warm and comforting.

And as though a cool breeze had just brushed over your skin, you feel a shiver run down your arms when Suga gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth.

Sitting up a little, Sugawara finds himself taking in your saccharine taste. His thumb pleasantly skims over your cheek causing you to smile slightly, breaking the flow of the slow kiss.

As you pull away, you could almost melt at the adoring gaze Sugawara gifts you with. All he can do is blink gratefully at you while relishing in the rare, precious silence. He’s right in front of you, sitting up just enough for the sunlight to catch his silver hair, gracing it with a shimmering gold halo of sorts.

You let out a contented sigh and lean forward to place your forehead on top of his shoulder, inhaling his clean lavender scent. It’s fresh and soft. A little smoky even? It might be from that cologne you gave him last Christmas. Nostalgia combined with a hint of sweetly fragranced detergent. You hum into his white t-shirt and he rests his cheek onto the side of your head.

At his touch, you simply decide that he smells like home.

“Hey Suga…?” You whisper through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Hmm?”

“You’re a little weird...” A humorous, closed-mouth smile forms on both of your faces.

“Hey now, I thought we were having a moment?” Suga sighs into your hair, some of the lose strands tickling your ear in the process.

“Let me finish!” You quietly huff in mock exasperation.

He nods and you sink a little deeper into the crook of his neck, prompting him to place his arms around you to pull you closer.

“I was gonna say: you’re a little weird, but I’m glad I’ve somehow made my way into your dreams.”

There’s a pause, a breath, and an exhalation.

“I’m glad because I always want to be with you. Whether it’s here in the real world or up there in your pretty little head.”

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Happy birthday Blake!

The bestest kitty is up next! Blake was born on November 8th (Total Lunar Eclipse date)! This cute cat has had a lot of hardships in her life, but if there is one thing that’s absolutely certain, it’s that RWY love her to bits and always will!

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Fic under the cut!

"Why can't you just admit we took a wrong turn?!" Weiss' shrill voice echoes across the vast corn field. Ruby scoffs loudly as she turns back on her heels to face Weiss - hands on her hips with a slight pout.

"Because we didn't!"

Weiss scoffs in response causing the bickering back and forth to grow more heated. The two stragglers behind them giggle amongst themselves. Blake and Yang, not wanting to be dragged into the argument, walk beside each other at a steady pace at the back of the group. Both would occasionally glance towards the other with shy smiles before their gaze falls back to the ground shortly after.

Yang snorts as Weiss lets out a rather indignant shriek when Ruby blows a raspberry at her, "At least these two make for good entertainment."

Blake nods with a fond little hum as they continue to walk down the winding paths of the maze - nothing familiar seemingly jumping out to her.

As they pass by a separate path, in the near blind-spot of her vision - a low pulsating glow catches Blake’s attention. She pauses for a moment and looks towards it with a curious stare, but it wasn't long until its warm glow disappears behind the wall.

Almost on instinct, Blake feels her body move on it's own accord, her heart racing and her pupils widening suddenly. Blake could hear the bickering of Ruby and Weiss becoming more distant - but she wasn't thinking about that right now. Turning on her heel, Blake follows in the direction of where she saw the light go - leaving a confused Yang staring after her.

"Blake, where on Remnant are you going?"  She calls out only for Blake's head to turn back slightly.

"Something went down this way - let's go check it out!"

Yang pauses for a moment as her eyes shift in the direction of where the other two went - seemingly pondering on what to do. Blake could feel her ear twitch in the direction of where the light had scampered off to and shrugs.

"I can meet you guys at the exit," she tells Yang before she turns back around and darts in the other direction  - barely giving Yang the time to react. The other watches for a moment before curiosity gets the better of her and Yang smirks, chasing after Blake with a gleam in her eye.

As the two jog down the path, Blake does her best to focus on the small glow, as it would keep vanishing just out of her reach - much to her annoyance. For a few moments, the two remain silent and focused on the task at hand, but it isn't long until Yang couldn't keep quiet any longer.

"Do you even know what we're chasing?" That question has Blake's left ear twitch under her bow and she glances behind her.

"Not a clue," she answers plainly as she suddenly picks up the pace. Yang quickly follows suit as they sharply turn at another corner and the world falls silent once again.

As Blake moves through the night with ease due to her excellent night vision - she doesn't realise how little she is interacting with her partner. She was so focused on her goal she didn't hear Yang's numerous attempts to grab her attention. It isn't until the third 'ahem' does Blake jolt at Yang's voice - it sounds so loud in her head.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," Blake says, awkwardly laughing and scratching the back of her neck. Yang smiles at her warmly and waves her off.

"Don't sweat it - I know how focused you get." Yang says with an eyebrow raise. Blake giggles to herself as she covers her flushed face and finally looks around  - realization setting in.

“I...I have no idea where we are," she says quietly as she steps forward on her tip-toes and strains her neck in an attempt to see over the corn stalks. The maze around them seems to go on forever with the horizon stretching out of their view.

Yang hums to herself as she wanders around the small area, inspecting the different paths that lead in a variety of directions.

Yang shrugs, "Yep we're lost." Blake groans to herself while burying her face in her hands.

"Darn it, if only I hadn’t gotten distracted. I’m sorry Yang," she mutters, shaking her head and looking up at the paths again.

"Might as well keep going - we're bound to hear the other two eventually," she says quietly as she takes Yang's arm gently and the pair begin down a path of Blake's choosing. Little pumpkins dotted the sides of the trail - some painted and carved - likely by the local kids from around the area.

"I used to love pumpkin carving," Blake says, more to herself rather than to Yang beside her. The other tilts her head in Blake's direction, signaling her to continue. "It was a yearly tradition with my parents, during simpler times at least. I was eleven the last time I carved a pumpkin."

"Watch out!"

The pumpkin begins to roll off the table - causing Blake to shriek in horror as it falls. Before hitting the ground however, a hand catches it at just the last minute. A big burly laugh is heard as the pumpkin was placed back on the table.

"Be careful, my lil' puma," her dad says with a fond chuckle as he holds the pumpkin in place. "We don't have many of these lying around." He ruffles Blake's hair, who just giggles in response.

"Daaaad! You know I'm not a puma, I'm a Bombay and mama is a bur… a bur…" Blake starts but finds herself stammering mid-sentence as she stares down at the table, thinking intensely.

Ghira laughs as he pats her back "A Burmese, kitten," he explains and that causes Blake to jump up in excitement - nodding frantically. Ghira chuckles and kneels down beside Blake, as the two nuzzle each other's foreheads affectionately.

A small laugh sounds from behind them, "Looks like someone's excited for pumpkin carving." Kali smiles while taking the spot beside Ghira and crossing her arms. Blake nods enthusiastically as she slaps the pumpkin - it sounds like a drum.

"What do you want to carve into it, baby?" Kali asks, which has Blake pausing for a moment as she ponders the question. Pursing her lips, Blake reaches over and takes the marker carefully and sits back on her seat - humming to herself while inspecting it.

Both Ghira and Kali exchange soft looks between them before they sit down at the table and smile at their child whose eyes light up as an idea pops into her mind.

"I think I know!" she cries out as she sets herself upright and pulls the pumpkin closer in front of her. Picking up the pen marker on the table beside her in exchange for the larger one, she bites off the cap off it with fierce determination; but the moment the tip of the marker is pressed against the orange skin, Blake stops in her tracks.

"I don't know how to draw it," she says with a small pout. As her ears go down, Kali looks at Ghira with a small smile before she sits down beside her daughter.

"You don't need to be a master artist, my love," she explains while running her hands through Blake's frizzy hair. "You just need to try your best." Those words seem to do their job in bringing up Blake's spirits once more as her entire face lights up.

"What are you doing for your pumpkin, mama?" Kali giggles as she kisses the top of her daughter's head.

“As if I couldn't get any more stereotypical - I'm doing a tuna fish!" She answers her with a smile on her face.

Ghira let out a rumbling laugh beside her, "That's terrifyingly perfect for Halloween, ain't it my dear?" His teasing tone cases Kali to playfully jab him in the ribs. Blake could feel her stomach rumble at their antics as she hums to herself.

"Oooh tuna, my favourite!" Blake hums happily. Ghira nods in agreement.

"It's my favourite too, maybe we can catch some for next week! For an after-birthday celebration dinner!" He suggests with a smirk on his face and Blake claps her hands together in excitement.

"Sounds amazing, dad!"

Kali laughs warmly, "Going back on topic, what are you carving, dear?" She places her hands on Blake's shoulders, as the girl is practically thrumming with energy, and her eyes focus on her husband. Ghira stops for a moment as he thinks to himself and a serious look washes over his face.

"What do you think, Blakey, what should I carve?" He asks while turning towards his daughter who looks at him with big doe like eyes. Blake then proceeds to place a finger on her chin as she gives a thoughtful hum - her mind wild at work.

"You should make something super scary papa!" A devious look creeps onto Ghira's face as he leans on his elbow with smirk.

"Oh? But we already have you!" He says in a joking tone and Blake sticks her tongue grumpily but with no malice behind her actions. Ghira leans back with a hearty chuckle.

"I think my pumpkin will be a surprise!" Despite not fully being satisfied by that answer, Blake nods in agreement as she once again turns to her pumpkin, a focused look in her eyes.

"Then mine will be a surprise too!" She shouts out loud with a determined nod. Ghira and Kali both laugh to themselves as they accept her decision, and stand up.

"We'll give you space then, my love," Kali says as she pulls Blake in for one final hug but proceeds to blow raspberries into her neck. Blake snorts loudly as she pushes her mom off but can't contain the laughter that is rising up her body and escaping past her mouth.

As she is left to her own devices, several different ideas begin to bounce around inside of Blake's head - her tail wagging behind her. Thought after thought would rattle around but nothing seemed to stick or jump at her - much to her frustration. Groaning as she face plants the table before her and her attention falls elsewhere.

Spotting the slew of halloween decorations that littered around her house and several others, Blake sits up suddenly as she notices a particular one. A miniature, howling Beowolf animatronic with large fangs and smoky fur sits in the hallway. A grin creeps up her face as the pen marker is soon sketching the design on the pumpkin.

"Mama, papa! I'm finished!" Blake shouts excitedly as she runs over, tugging on her father's sleeve and trying to lead him in the direction of her pumpkin. Her dad laughs as he places his hand on his head and smiles.

"We're just finished ourselves, we're coming!" He says while tucking his own pumpkin under his arm. Blake jumps up and down before rushing off in the other direction, frantically urging her family to hurry up before sprinting ahead once more. Ghira and Kali smile to one another before following their daughter at a steady pace.

As they arrive back at the table, Blake's pumpkin is turned in a way that hides her carving. Blake plops herself back on the chair and pats the table while beaming brightly. Her parents arrive not long after and place their own pumpkins down in front of them.

"Do you want to go first, sweetheart?" Kali asks with the crinkle of a smile in her eyes. Blake nods as she eagerly taps her pumpkin, a big toothy grin present on her face. Kali giggles "Go ahead, dear, we're watching," she says with a look of encouragement.

With a small amount of effort, Blake turns the pumpkin around, revealing a rather choppy carving with random jagged points and no clear outline. Both of her parents glance at each other for a moment before they let out gasps of bewilderment.

"Wow darling! It's so unique!" Kali compliments warmly.

Ghira nods "I agree, honey - this is a true masterpiece!" He says as he takes in every aspect of her handiwork. Blake becomes quite bashful as her ears go down and she gives an awkward giggle.

"Beowolves are hard to carve, I was scared you wouldn't get it," she says, smiling. Kali shakes her head while walking over, ruffled Blake's hair before inspecting the pumpkin. Placing a finger to her chin, Kali hums in approval as she turns back towards Blake.

"A boo-wolf more like, very spooky!" She responds by playfully growling and hugging her daughter from behind and Blake lets out screams of laughter as she tries to wriggle out of her mother's grasp.

"Mama! That tickles!"

Kali eventually let's go of Blake and smiles down at her, her amber eyes swirling with warmth and love. "I don't think my pumpkin could ever compare," she says while turning around the orange vegetable, the careful carvings and details on the tuna fish has Blake lost for words as she stares.

"Mama, that's so cool!" Blake exclaims as she stares at it with her mouth agape. Ghira beside her whistles in admiration as he crosses his arms and nods - agreeing with Blake's statement. Kali softly blushes and leans up to kiss her husband's cheek, requiring her tip-toes just to reach him. Ghira's face mimics her blush, eliciting a giggle from her lips at the sight.

Blake looks up at her parents happily as they show affection to one another - it always made her happy.

It wasn't long, however, until Blake's attention was diverted somewhere else. "Come on, papa, you're next!" Blake calls out, gesturing to the pumpkin  that was still somewhat hidden away - causing the man to become rather embarrassed all of a sudden.

Kali's features soften as she places a tender hand on his arm, "Like I said to Blake, darling - you don't need to be a master artist--"

"--You just need to try your best!" Blake finishes with a smile.

Ghira finally brings his gaze back up to his family and a small fond smile makes its way back onto his face. "It might not be as much of a masterpiece as yours or Blake's, but..." he quietly says as he spins the pumpkin around with great ease.

Kali puts her hands up to her mouth with tears in her eyes while Blake gasps loudly.

Despite being crudely carved, the clear outlines of three people could be seen: two small stick figures with cat ears and a tail stand next to a tall, more squared figure.

Blake jumps from her seat "It's us!" She says loudly, running over to her dad who easily picks her up and hoists her onto his shoulder, keeping one arm over her legs for stability. Kali giggles as she nuzzles into Ghira's other arm.

"I love our family," Kali muses with purr.

Blake nods "Me too!" She says proudly, her tail wagging happily behind her. For the next few seconds, the trio embrace each other in total silence -  just enjoying each other's presence.  

Blake wipes her face and looks towards the sky, noting how much darker it's become. "Time flies when you're reminiscing," she muses. She holds her hand toward the sky and a soft glow lands on her finger. She brings it closer to inspect it, realization dawning on her.

“Wait, was I chasing a firefly before?” Blake asks, gaze shooting up from the tiny glowing insect in her hand. Yang chuckles, scratching the back of her head awkwardly.

“Yeah, I was pretty sure that’s what it was, but I didn’t wanna embarrass you,” she says, still grinning. Blake huffs to herself, watching the tiny bug as it takes flight with a passing breeze, a silence falling between the two.

As they both watch the small bug flitter off into the newfound darkness, Yang tilts her head in the other’s direction, “You’re pretty close with your parents, huh?’’ Yang mentions with a smile, but it didn’t garner the reaction she was hoping for - as tension falls on Blake’s shoulders.

“I-I’m sorry you don’t have to answer--’’

Blake shakes her head frantically as she crosses her arms, holding them over her chest with a sigh ��N-No I want to… It’s just a little hard for me,’’ she explains while staring on ahead - her body feeling heavy at the thought. Yang’s features soften as she places a reassuring hand on her shoulder and immediately Blake eases from the touch.

Blake inhales deeply before speaking “I-I left home when I was very young - on my birthday in fact,’’ the more Blake speaks, the more shame starts pooling into her chest.  All Blake was waiting for was for Yang to lash out or feed into her guilt - but to her surprise it never comes.

In fact, the hand on her shoulder squeezes it in reassurance and a look of understanding washed over Yang’s face, “That explains why you were so hesitant to let us know it was your birthday, huh?’’ She suggests.

Blake nervously gulps and nods “I-I… I just didn’t want to be reminded of it,’’ she mumbles under her breath as her hands fall to the side of her body limply “It wasn’t just me leaving that bothers me the most - it was the reason behind it.’’ Blake’s voice is shaky as she explains further, her mind becoming rather hostile towards her own self.

“The reason behind it?’’

Blake opens her mouth to finish her sentence, but finds her eyes wandering towards the stalks of corn once more - only to notice a figure standing not that far in.

A man in the corn?

A man with horns...

Adam?

Blake stumbles back, eyes going wide with shock. Yang reaches out and catches her, steadying the other as Blake’s eyes readjust to the gloom. A scarecrow. It was a scarecrow, not Adam. Blake sighed in relief, only then realizing that Yang is helping hold her upright.

"You okay, B?" Yang worriedly asks, watching as Blake's frantic breathing finally returns to its normal pace. It takes a few seconds before Blake could compose herself and she sighs.

"I-I… I thought I saw someone-- something." Blake quickly corrects herself, all while staring down the scarecrow not far ahead of her - an uneasy feeling nestled within her chest. Following her line of sight, Yang takes a quick glance at the figure and then back to Blake.

"I wouldn't blame you for being scared of this thing," Yang starts as she walks over, inspecting the scarecrow carefully and shrugging, "This fella is very poorly made - we have more goofy looking ones back at home!" She explains while flicking the scarecrow's head and it barely budged.

"I don't even think they're meant to be scary - this poor one just got the short end of the stick… literally!’’ Yang says as she gently kicks the stick holding it up with her boot before walking back over to Blake, a big grin on her face. "You have nothing to be afraid of, especially when we're together!" She says with full confidence in her voice.

Blake blushes, "It's hard to argue with logic like that," she mumbles while playing with her thumbs, smiling down at the ground. Suddenly, Blake finds herself overtaken by a new and funny feeling  - it flutters in her stomach and makes her nervous.

What was this feeling?

All Blake knows is one thing - she wants to be close to Yang. Without warning, Blake wraps her arms around Yang and buries her face into her chest, much to the surprise of her partner. After the initial shock wears off, Yang pulls Blake in and hugs her even tighter.

"Thank you, Yang."

Blake's heart is beating like crazy, finding comfort  in how warm Yang's body is - a welcome change from the nippy autumn air. The two don't move a muscle nor do they speak a word - Blake enjoying the peace she has been withheld from for the longest time.

Everything was perfect… until-

"Take that, maze!" Screams a  voice, knocking the two out of their daze and drawing both of their attention. The blade of crescent rose slices through the corn, revealing Ruby and Weiss - the latter of whom was standing there and shaking her head.

"I will slay the hay!" Ruby screams.

Weiss raises an eyebrow "It's corn, you dolt."

Ruby blinks a few times before triumphantly holding crescent rose up high once more "I will slorn the… corn?" When Ruby loses momentum halfway through the sentence, Weiss groans.

"You're honestly going to get us kicked out.''

Yang laughs, "I think she has the right idea!" She calls out with a smirk, as she wanders over towards the other two. Blake watches as the excessive chatter starts up once again but she can't stop herself from giving a wistful sigh.

"You need to stop encouraging this behaviour, Yang!" Weiss says while sticking her nose up and huffing.

Yang rolls her eyes and yanks Weiss in with the crook of her elbow, "Lighten up, Weiss!"  She teases much to the annoyance of the trapped individual.

Blake snickers, "I like Ruby's plan," she says and Weiss gasps while pushing Yang away and staring at Blake in mock betrayal. Ruby fist pumps the air with a quick 'woo!' with a grin painted across her face.

"Birthday girl's wishes are to be followed-"

Ruby stops herself and covers her mouth, shooting an apologetic look in Blake's direction. The other blinks for a brief second before she manages a short laugh - confusing the others around her.

"It's okay Ruby - my birthday wish is to slice our way through this maze," Blake says while placing a hand on her hip and nodding. Ruby sticks her tongue out at Weiss who just responds with an irritated huff.

"Feisty! I like it," Yang says with a wink while she readies her gauntlet, "I'd love to see that side of you more." She comments, causing Blake's cheeks to burn brightly and she was thankful that her friends couldn't see in the dark like she could.

"Onwards, Team RWBY!"

On their way out, Blake makes sure to slice up one particular scarecrow, leaving its head all alone on the dusty ground.

[anonymousbaev]

RFA+Minor Duo Dropping off their kid to kindergarten w/ Mc

Nobody asked...I just wanted to do it heheheh (Sorry for the late uploads, real life is pretty hectic. I hope this can make up for it, enjoy! ( •⌄• ू)✧ )

☆ Yoosung ☆

☆ It felt like yesterday to him when he’d excitedly jumped around the house when you’d announced that you were pregnant with his baby. But now, his daughter was already 6 and going to Kindergarten.

☆ In the morning you find Yoosung busy in the kitchen, you and his half awake daughter in your arms as you place her in her highchair. 

☆ You cringe a bit at the burning smell of eggs before walking over to Yoosung, wrapping your arms around him leisurely. “Honey, why are you so nervous?” 

☆ He’s totally caught off guard as his spatula proceeds to clank onto the floor, “Ah! Mc? Sorry did you say something? Huh, wait since when were you here?-” You chuckle a little before placing your hands against his cheeks.

☆ “Sweetie stop being so worried she’s going to be okay.” You point to your daughter as you and Yoosung watch your daughter dazed in her highchair without a care about the world. He smiles a little as he observes her trying to keep herself awake as she rubs her eyes with her small little hands. “I guess so.”

☆ After eating breakfast and getting your daughter ready, the ride to her school is rather quick. He carries the small girl to her class as you follow him.

☆ Her teacher begins greeting her as she assures the both of you that she’s in good hands. You hold his sweaty hand as you both watch your daughter excitedly explore her new classroom as she introduces herself to fellow peers.

☆ Later that day after picking your daughter up from her school day, her face is beaming with joy. All three of you get cuddled on the couch with Lisa as you watch your daughter’s favorite movie “Cinderella”

☆ When you and Yoosung share glances with a small smile before proceeding to ask about her first day of school, oh boy she’s been waiting for you to ask, she excitingly begins talking about her day. She also notes how she can’t wait for her next day. Hopefully Yoosung won’t be so nervous tomorrow... ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ

☕️ Jaehee ☕️

☕️ Baehee has everything perfectly planned, and when Baehee planned out something, it would always go accordingly. Even if it didn’t go the way she had planned it.

☕️ Yet you and your wife couldn���t help but feel a bit nervous. Your son was a bit shy, especially when it came to meeting new people. Jaehee woke you up before the sun had fully rised. Six in the morning, and there had been three hours until the school bus would come to pick your son up...

☕️ You begged her to let you sleep in for a few more hours, regardless, she’d ignored your pleading eyes. You lazily got up and began helping Jaehee get your son ready. 

☕️ “Wait no mc, I think this orange cardigan looks better on him.” Jaehee hurriedly took off the red sweater you had made him wear. But in your eyes, the red sweater definitely looked better, no doubt. “No! This red sweater compliments his beautiful golden eyes and brown hair well!”

☕️ Hours passed, just to choose what clothes your son would wear, what backpack he would bring, even what lunch you would pack him. Jaehee did a good job waking the both of you earlier than needed because the bus was already waiting for your son outside before you knew it.

☕️ In the end your son took both the red sweater and orange cardigan to stop the both of you arguing. The fashion police is definitely coming after your son this morning.

☕️ You and Jaehee took each side of your son’s small little hands as you both walked out to the bus that’d stopped in front of your café/house. Suddenly, Jaehee broke down into tears as you soon followed.

☕️ “Mommies why are you crying?!” Your son sighs, “Come here.” You and Jaehee crouch down to meet him in the eyes.

☕️ He pulls the two of you in for a group hug as he pats you and Jaehee’s back like a mature adult. “There there, it’s going to be okay.” Probably saw Jumin doing this with Elizabeth the 3rd.

☕️ He calmed the both of you down before you and Baehee waved him off with a million kisses. You saw him smiling in his seat through the window as the bus took off. He’d be back home in a few hours, but you both already missed him.

☕️ You hugged Jaehee, “Time really does fly when you are happy, huh? Our little son’s already attending Kindergarten.” She nodded in agreement before proceeding to cling onto your waist and burying her face into your shoulder, once again breaking into tears as you comfort her.  ( 〃▽〃)

🎤 Zen 🎤

🎤 You had your six year old son in your arms as Zen held your waist when you finally got to the Kindergarten your son would be attending.

🎤 All eyes were on your family, specifically on Zen’s god like beauty and you and his son that exactly took after him. The same gorgeous snowy white and beautiful scarlet eyes.

🎤  All the moms were thrilled to see Zen while their husbands could care less. You heard small whispers like, “Zen’s son is attending the same Kindergarten with our daughter? Ohohoho, I hope they become good friends!”

🎤 You probably looked tense because your son and boyfriend was quick to notice. “Jagiya is everything okay?~” You looked at Zen, then at your son in your arms as he sadly pouted a little, “Mommy am I too heavy?”

🎤 You shook your head, “No it’s not that sweetie. Mommy’s just a little emotional. When have you become such a big boy? Already attending Kindergarten now...” You smile as you hold him closer and nuzzle his nose against yours. He grins, “That’s a good thing! The faster I get older, the faster I will be able to marry you mommy!”

🎤 “Sweetie, you can’t marry mommy. Mommy is mine.” Zen sticks closer to you with a teasing smile as he gently ruffles his son’s hair. Your son simply frowns in response. You laugh as you gently place your son down when you notice a few other little girls your son’s age surrounding around you so they could talk to your son. Oh boy, he was already a lady-killer like his daddy.

🎤 You whisper, “Go make some friends.” Hyun hands him his small backpack and gently caresses his adorable puffy cheeks. He nods and gently pecks the both of your chins.

🎤 He’s soon swarmed with kids that want to talk with him. You can’t stop looking his direction before Zen reassures you, “Babe, he’ll be just fine.” You smile as you hug him back, “I know...” 

♛ Jumin ♛

♛ Jumin woke you and your daughter up, just like any other day and served you both his delicious pancakes. After dishing out on breakfast, you both got your daughter ready for her first day. 

♛ You even braided her luminous black hair into a small braid with all the hair she barely had as a 5 year old. 

♛ Jumin continued to anxiously blabber all through the car ride. At one point your ears even felt like bleeding. But you knew he was just feeling anxious for his precious daughter. 

♛ Before school had officially started, all the little kids were waiting outside with their parents. Some people immediately noticed your family and all eyes were on you, after all, you and your husband’s always in interviews, magazines, and articles.

♛ Your daughter had talked about all the things she wanted to do at school, it was then when a small boy approached your family. He waves at your daughter and attempts to introduce himself, “Hi...” 

♛ He soon turns into a blushing mess as his words become smaller and harder to understand. You quietly giggle thinking he’s adorable but you instantly feel bad when he runs away. Jumin hugs your daughter, “Sweetie, no boys. Okay?” You and your daughter rolls your eyes in sync.

♛ That afternoon, on the ride back home your daughter is talking about how exciting and joyful her first day was. “Oh and mommy, daddy! You know that boy that came up to us earlier before you both left? He’s my friend now, and I think he has a crush on you mommy.”

♛ You’re startled as you ask her if you heard her right, “Me?” Your daughter nods with a mischievous smile. “No. Mommy’s mine.” Jumin frowns as he wraps his arms around you. You laugh as you gently rub your hand against his cheeks, “Are you jealous of a little boy?” He blushes in response. You and your daughter make fun of him the entire ride home. 

👓 Saeyoung 👓

👓 Saeyoung is in tears thinking of parting with his treasure. He had never been away from his son ever since he’d been out of your womb. No doubt, he’s the best father ever.

👓 You reassure him, “Baby, you’ll see him again in a few hours-” But that doesn’t make him let go of his son as he squishes onto him even more. “But sweetie, hours! Those hours will feel like a million years!”

👓 Soon enough Saeyoung unintentionally makes your son also cry, “Dad! Don’t cry...you’re gonna make me sad too!” You smile watching your husband and your son turn into an adorable, sobbing mess.

👓 You soon notice your son’s teacher coming out to greet her new student. “Darling, look your teacher is here to get you. Don’t forget to give mommy and daddy kisses before you go!!!” That does the trick, he stops crying with a nod and brightly pecks you and Saeyoung on the cheek.

👓 Your son also makes sure to kiss your stomach where his baby sister is growing. His teacher quickly greets you with a smile and guides your son into the small building. 

👓 Saeyoung stands back up and holds your waist as you both wave at your son as a final goodbye for now.

👓 Saeyoung continues to stare at the building, where his son and teacher have already entered and are no longer in sight. You smile as you wipe his tears with the sleeve of your sweater, “Darling, everything will be okay.”

👓 "...Yeah, I know." He smiles and takes your hand as he guides you back to the car.

🌚 Saeran 🌚 

🌚 Oh boy the morning was utter chaos, you and Saeran chased around your wild butt naked son around the house. All you guys wanted to do was give him a quick bath.

🌚 When Saeran had finally caught him, you and he could finally stop to breathe for some air. Saeran ruffles the boys hair, “That rainbow loop cereal surely got you hyper.” Your son struggles to get out of Saeran's arms but he’s too strong.

🌚 When you finally give your son a bath, you and Saeran are able to get him to school in time. Other than the fact that he’s grumpy it looks like he doesn’t really mind, going to Kindergarten.

🌚 That was what you and Saeran had thought until he didn’t let go of you and began to wail into your cardigan.

🌚 “Oh sweetie what’s wrong?” You share a glance with Saeran as he shrugs. “Why can’t I stay home with you mommy and daddy? I don’t want to go! Please don’t make me go!” He begins to beg and whine on the floor.

🌚 Saeran crouches down next to you as he gently grabs his son and pulls him into his arms, “When you get older... there are some things you won’t be able to do and you’ll regret it later on. So stop whining . Who knows? You might even actually enjoy this.” Saeran smiles as his son stops crying. 

🌚 Saeran kisses his forehead as you also place a kiss next to his. Your son returns the kiss on both of your cheeks. He waves at the both of you before he follows the other kids in line to enter the school.

🌚 You and Saeran stand back up, you give him two thumbs up as he smiles, taking both of you back home.

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♧ Jihyun ♧

♧ You rub your eyes, waking up to Jihyun smiling at you as he gently pats his hand on his daughter’s back between the two of you. 

♧ You both gently get out of bed, careful not to wake your daughter up. You both freshen up in the bathroom together and head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

♧ Not too long after, your daughter noticed the empty presence of her missing parents on the bed and slowly dragged herself out into the kicthen with her bunny plush.

♧ You noticed her as you beamed, "Good morning sweetie! Did you have a good night?” you carry your daughter into the bathroom as you help her wash her face. 

♧ The morning goes rather smoothly after that, Jihyun even ties your daughter’s aqua hair up like a princess. When the school bus arrives, she giggles with butterflies in her stomach.

♧ Jihyun is quick to notice, he gives her a peck on her cheeks, "Everything will be okay sweetheart, have fun, learn new things. Mommy and daddy will come pick you up in a bit!"

♧ "Mhm!" Your daughter gives an affectionate kiss on both your cheeks and finally a cling on your waist as she gives a goodbye kiss to the small baby in your womb.

[jamie-leah]

War of Wolves (9)

Season 1

Episode 9 - Practice Makes Perfect

Bucky x Reader 

Summary: You have been on the streets for the past two years, ever since your accident that left you with the ability to tell if someone is lying. You work as an informant for the white wolf and his mob but you had never met him…until you overhear a phone call that leads you to saving his life. Now he wants you to work for him. Its an offer you couldn’t refuse…right?

Word Count: 2491

Warnings: NSFW 18+ SMUT, Violence, Death, Swearing 

A/N: Another part lovelies. There is still so much to come, I hope you’re all enjoying and still sticking with it. Tags are still OPEN. I have had a few life changes recently so I am a little slow but the parts are coming :) Enjoy Lovelies!

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The next day Bucky had taken off because of the party. You had enjoyed a lazy morning together, but it was soon abandoned as Bucky had asked you a favour. 

This favour is what led you to be standing in the gym with Bucky right now. You were putting your hair up already in gym clothes when you ask, “tell me why you want me to do this again?”. 

You hand Bucky a hair tie as well and he answers while he puts his hair up, “because it’ll give me peace of mind to some extent that you can look after yourself until I get there at least. I hope you never have to use this stuff, but its important”. 

You nod as you both walk over to the mat. You face each other as Bucky says, “I’ll show you a few basic moves and techniques and we’ll practice them”. Bucky starts straightaway, showing you the right techniques to punch and kick and where. 

You practice a couple of moves until Bucky is satisfied with your progress. You feel a little flush and sweaty but notice that Bucky looks normal. Once you’ve finished that, Bucky hands you a bottle of water. 

After the break he shows you how to use a handgun. He makes you go through cleaning and loading and aiming until you can do it quick enough for his liking. 

He ends the training session on the treadmill. As he walks over to them you cross your arms, “you want me to do more?”. 

He gives you a half smile, “I just want to see how well and far you can run”. 

You roll your eyes and drag your feet as you make your way over to the treadmill next to him. He notices your reluctance with a smirk, “do this one last thing for me and then we can go take a shower”. 

You look up at him with a small smile and a raised eyebrow, “James Buchanan Barnes, you sure know how to motivate a girl”. 

He openly laughs as the sound echoes around the room, making you smile. Bucky starts the treadmills up and sets the pace. Running was one of the things you were good at, a skill set you had acquired on the streets. 

Even though your breathing was heavier than Bucky’s you managed to keep up with him and the pace he set. Once he said you were done for the day you praised the lord. You drank some water and got your breath back. 

Just as Bucky was putting his water down, you jump on his back. His arms automatically grab your thighs as they sit around his waist. Your arms come around his neck and you whisper, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, “I think someone promised me a shower”. 

You feel his hands tighten around your thighs at the thought, but he decides to tease you instead, “I don’t remember promising a shower…”

You leave small kisses behind his ear and along his neck, “are you sure?”. 

You think you hear him make a small groan, but he keeps up the teasing, “I’m pretty sure, yeah”. 

You slide from his back and move away from him, walking backwards so you can still face him, “okay, well I’ll go take one by myself then”. You proceed to take your top off, leaving you in shorts and a training bra. 

You watch his eyes darken as he comes a bit closer. He chuckles, “I was only messing around, let’s go take a shower”. 

You continue to move backwards out of his reach, “no. You said you didn’t want to. You can’t go back now”. You can’t completely hide the smile playing on your lips. 

He nods looking defeated, but then he moves as quick as lightning. You yell not expecting it but just enough out of reach to avoid his grasp. You turn and go to run, but Bucky had closed the gap too much and his flesh arm catches you around the waist. 

He lifts you up and brings you to his chest as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You’re laughing uncontrollably as he starts carrying you to the door, “you can’t run from me Doll. I’ll always catch you”. 

You hear the smile in his voice as you try and get your laughing under control. Bucky makes it to the stairs still holding you up by your waist when you hear Sam call, “Buck! You’ve got a call, you need to take this”. 

Bucky sets you down and turns you around. Before you can say anything, his lips are on yours. Your mouth opens willingly, eager for his tongue to mix with yours. When he pulls back he whispers against your lips, “how about you go run a bath instead? I’ll join you as soon as I can”. 

You start walking up the stairs, calling behind you, “don’t keep me waiting, James”. 

The use of his real name causes a groan to escape his lips. You hear him walking towards Sam’s voice, “let’s make this quick Sam. It was meant to be my day off”. 

You make your way into Bucky’s room and into the bathroom. You go over to the huge bathtub and start to run the bath. You sit on the edge checking the temperature every now and then. You grab the bubble bath liquid and pour it in, shaking your hand in the water to get the bubbles going. 

Once the water is high enough, steam rising, you turn the water off. You leave the bathroom and go over to the side of the bed you’ve been sleeping on. You start to take your jewellery off and then your clothes. 

That’s when Bucky enters the room. He takes one look at you stripping and does the same. Once you’re both naked he takes your hand and leads you into the bathroom. He gets into the bath first. Once standing in the tub, he helps you in. 

He sinks down first and brings you down on top of him. Your legs are either side of his in the hot water as you face him. He looks up at you in an expression that can only be described as adoration, “you’re so beautiful. I’ll never know what I did to deserve you”. 

You give him a soft smile as you bring your lips down gently on his. His lips ask for more as his hands travel from your waist and up your back, bring you closer to his body. 

As the kiss deepens you feel him harden underneath you. His lips start to wander from yours down your neck and chest, until they find your breast. His tongue circles your nipple before his lips enclose around it. He sucks softly drawing a moan from your lips. 

As he continues to suck your nipples you reach a hand into the water between you and wrap your fingers around his cock. You jerk it up and down slowly and you feel him groan against your nipple. 

You don’t wait long before lining him up and sinking down on his cock. He lets go of your nipple to gasp. You place your hands on his shoulders as you ride him slowly. He watches you riding him for a while, soft moans falling from both of your lips mixing with the steam in the air. 

He pulls you closer to his body as you continue the slow roll of your hips. He brings your lips to his again in a lazy kiss. During the kiss you feel his metal hand find your clit. You gasp into his mouth as he plays with it, causing your orgasm to build faster. 

You pick the pace up slightly, but Bucky carries on playing with your clit. It doesn’t take much longer for your walls to clench around his cock. As you spasm around him you feel his cum coat the inside of your pussy. 

Once you both come down, Bucky picks you up gently and twists you. He places you between his legs as you lean your back against his chest. Your head rests just under his chin and he kisses the top of your head as his arms come around you. 

You stay quiet for a while as you both soak in the warm water. You eventually speak softly in the steamy room, “who called you?”. 

Bucky murmurs, “a new buyer. We’re having our first deal tomorrow night. Because its our first deal, I’d like you to come and let me know if something’s wrong. If anyone is lying”. 

You nod gently against him, “of course”. He kisses the side of your head again and you stay like that until the water runs cold. 

The next night everyone was a little tense. It was a first-time sale, and anything could happen. You were in the car sitting at the back with Steve. Sam was driving while Bucky was in the passenger seat going over the plan again, “okay, hopefully this will go without a hitch, but in case it doesn’t, Steve you cover Y/N and me and Sam will cover each other”. 

Everyone nods as he carries on, “Y/N, remember to cough if you hear a lie and stay close to Steve”. You nod as you feel the car slowing down. Its so dark outside, but you make out that you’re pulling into a park. 

Its half open fields and half forests. With the headlights on you can see picnic tables and a few cars already waiting for you next to them. Sam parks facing them but a little bit away. The cars behind us following suit. 

You watch Bucky, Steve and Sam share a look and you seem to miss the meaning, “what’s wrong?”. 

Steve looks at you, “there’s more men here than we were anticipating”. 

You all start getting out of the car, a sick feeling beginning to brew in your stomach. You stay close to Steve’s side as Bucky and Sam walk first, then you behind, Bucky’s other men bringing up the rear. 

Both parties meet in the middle of the vehicle’s headlights. Bucky and the new buyer converse for a few minutes and you listen closely for any lies but detect none. 

You then watch as Bucky motions two of his men forward. They bring two duffle bags to the new buyer and open them up to reveal blocks of white powder. You see the smile spread across the buyers face as he motions his own men to take the bags from them to put in their car. 

He then motions a different man forward that brings a large bag forward. He hands it to the buyer who then smiles at Bucky and hands him the bag. As Bucky opens it up to reveal cash, the buyer says, “it’s all there”. 

The lie is hard to miss as you cough lightly. You watch Bucky closely and see his posture go rigid as Steve gives you a side look. Bucky’s movements remain casual though as he asks two men forward to count the money into their own bag. 

As the counting continues you watch the buyer become more and more restless. As it comes to the end of the money, the buyer draws a gun. Bucky holds his hand up to stop everyone from drawing their own guns. 

Your heart thuds painfully in your chest as you see the gun pointed at Bucky. Steve subtly steps in front of you, blocking you from being hit by anything. Bucky starts to talk to the buyer, but halfway through he strikes like a snake. The gun falls to the floor as Bucky punches the guy. 

Then all hell breaks loose. Bucky’s men start fighting the others, but there’s an imbalance. Bucky and Sam are doing fine, but the other men aren’t as skilled, and they need Steve to fight as well. Steve turns to you, “go take cover by one of our cars”. 

You nod as you turn and dart to the cars. You skip the first one and go to the second car and try to open it, but it’s locked. You go to the third and find that its open. You open the back door to get in but feel someone grab your upper arms hard to pull you out. 

You let him pull you out and then twist with your fist raised like Bucky taught you yesterday and you catch him in the face. He swears, and you realise that it’s the buyer that managed to slip away in the chaos. 

You go to run the other way, but he grabs you by your hair causing you to cry out in pain. He brings you back into him by your hair as he brings his arm up to your neck, cool metal pressed to your throat. 

That’s when you look up to realise the fight had already been won by Bucky. The buyer was the last one standing. Bucky and Steve point a gun at the buyer and that’s when you realise he’s using you as a human shield. 

You lock eyes with Bucky and the murderous rage you see in them sends shivers down your spine. Bucky’s voice shouts across the park, threatening undertones evident, “I’ll give you one chance to let her go”. 

You feel the guy shake his head behind you, “I’ll let her go a few miles from here. Once I’m away from you”. You hear the lie in his voice but can’t cough in fear of the steel pressed at your throat. 

You knew they wouldn’t get a shot if you somehow didn’t get out of the way. You go through the pressure and attack points that Bucky was teaching you yesterday and then decide to just go for it. 

The guy starts to talk to Bucky again, about the price being too high for the coke, but you don’t listen. You wait until you think he’s distracted enough and then you bring your boot down onto his foot. 

His grip loosens enough for you to dart to the side, a split second later a single shot goes off, followed by a thud. You turn in the direction of Bucky and see him taking huge strides towards you. You feel the adrenaline start to leave you and your legs feel too shaky to move. 

Bucky makes it to you in a few seconds, both hands covering both cheeks as his eyes search yours. You murmur to him, “I’m okay, I’m okay”. Once he’s convinced he brings you into his chest for a tight hug, his hand covers the back of your head. 

When he pulls back, he has a small smile, “you were listening to me yesterday then”. 

You laugh despite what just went down and he pulls you in for another hug before steering you towards the car. 

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How The Boys Initiate

A/N: This HC is about how the boys initiate sex with the fem reader. I wasn’t able to find the people to tag since I’m still with family but thank you to everyone that’s read my work! I appreciate every like, reblog and follow. I’m thinking of doing something cool when I reach 300 followers, any ideas? I wish all the readers and writers more content that gets us going! Also, I apologize if these HCs are all over the place and long-winded, I wrote these while drunk, sober and sleep-deprived, not in that order either lol. HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU ALL!!! I’m still in 2019 but to all those in the future, see you soon!

☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️

It doesn't take much for him to initiate.

He makes jokes while trying to draw you into his level of seduction.

Might mention his "willy" because no matter how many times he'll say it, you'll always laugh

The muscles on his arms and chest tense when he's about to kiss you.

You can tell it a serious kiss by the way he leans down to meet your face.

Moving in slow motion, eyes glowing with light, face tinting pink more and more as he closes in

His lips are pursed but not tightly.

He'll caress your back.

Not for you but for him. The feel of your skin is intoxicating.

He'll calm down but his willy is on go

Deliberately grazing his piece against your thigh.

Depending on where you are, he'll close you in with his body. Trapping you with kisses while his arms tense as you hold onto them and moan.

You have a distinct moan that lets him know you want to proceed.

Definitely one of those that look at you, tells you how beautiful you are even if you look like a burnt chicken nugget. He'll be rubbing on your body until you're flustered and in his words "don't say shit like that". He curses more because he's with you lmao

LITERALLY PICKS YOU UP BRIDAL STYLE TO YOUR ROOM. If you're not there already, he'll still pick you up

But he will be slamming you against a wall then on the bed. He knows you like it rough

He's so romantic it’s sickening

You never get tired of it but you're in awe

Mirio is a simple man but will get very creative in setting the scene.

He listens to what you like. And if you want the fairytale way of lovemaking. He will surprise you with just that.

Depending on the day he had, he'll slowly kiss you all over your neck and collarbone. Days like that he likes to start with missionary but when he does, he just says the corniest shit you've ever heard.

"What do you call two jalapeños getting it on? Fucking hot!"

A true fucking jokester to the end

You might even joke back about how you just turned into a Sahara listening to him.

Now, he's about to show you what a real tsunami looks like. Eats your pussy like the most sinful angel you've ever come across

Imagine you're about to give him head after a work out session and before you can. He says, "What did the banana say to the vibrator? Why are you shaking? She’s gonna eat me!"

🐙TAMAKI🐙

Previous to my twerking post he's just gonna jiggle your ass until he feels comfortable enough to ask to go a step further

But before then, he cuddles close to your chest just to hear your heartbeat.

He savors the time you two have away from hero work

Sometimes the grip around you is so tight, you might feel like you'll become one.

He will say the sweetest phrases you've ever heard.

"I’d rather spend every moment holding you than a lifetime knowing I never could."

The first time he says this he'll be buried into your chest so he'll have to repeat it.

When he's certain that he's taken your breath away, he'll whisper sweet nothings that turn into dirty secrets

Confidence has gone into overdrive. Everything he says to you, smooth like butter.

He has a praise kink like Mirio but also loves to praise you to oblivion.

He's so gentle with his touches after you say yes

His lips are tightly pursed at first and his hands are shaky.

He takes small yet slow breaths to psyche himself up to continue touching you.

You're so fragile in his eyes that he repeats to himself, "handle with care"

If you're freaky, he might just shock you with his hasty moves.

Pining your body down to the bed, with a rosy face.

Even if Tamaki's nervous smirk appears, his eyes always have a hungry glint 

Craving to fulfill his appetite and make you full

📼SERO📼

First of all, no matter how many times you two have had sex, he smiles.

He's not sure if it's a nervous tick or if he's just that confident.

His dick twitches when you smile back at him too.

Especially when he's inside you.

If you whisper something dirty in his ear, he will physically shudder.

That alone gets you off and he knows it

Pulling him closer to kiss his neck will make his dick spring into action if it hasn't already

He's usually semi-hard. Looking at you makes him weigh his options on where to fuck you and how long should he make you scream his name.

Thinking like that makes him harder than frozen peanut butter.

So, Hanta likes the bed but he really loves when he comes home to your cute ass. And you're taking a shower.

He sheds himself of his hero costume and lives to give you a mini heart attack by sneaking up on you. Usually, while you're washing your face.

It starts with holding your waist from behind. Then his hands’ trail...

His long and slender fingers trail from your hips to your nipples

You're left breathless as he sinks his teeth into your neck on both sides.

Whispering between nibbles, "Did you miss me?" Or "How's my cutie pie doing?"

It drives you mad because of how low of an octave his voice reaches you.

His wet hair tickles the back of your neck as he pulls you close to feel his package

"Now you understand why I'm up, more ways than one."

❄SHOUTO🔥

At first, he's very hesitant to touch you. Even if he's touched starved. We all know this

He's actually vocal when you make him horny

Sometimes he'll outright say it. Other times, he'll sigh. And it's recognizable.

He's a lip biter for sure

Whether you're in a cute outfit or getting ready for bed he's raving about you in his mind and as soon as he finds the words on his tongue, he glorifies you.

He's so polite and if you've had a long ass day, he will just give you a massage.

His strong hands will just wrap around every inch of your body. He'll explain that there's no reason to feel insecure.

He's so honest it’s scary

He praises every part he rubs.

Reminding you why he feels so strongly about you

But after, he gets to know you. He's so fucking horny when he's comfortable with you.

It started when you called him Shouto for the first time

You two were getting a little intimate and it slipped out.

His eyebrows quirked up. He stopped to look at you, a flushed ass mess.

He held your head softly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

Pulling your face close to his, laying down the smoothest most passionate kisses. 

Taking it a step further biting your bottom lip gently.

He trails a couple of love bites down your neck to your breast.

Playing with his hair while buried in your titties will drive him mad.

He will inhale your scent more times than you'll remember how many times he's kissed you

Probably cliche but he's literally burning with passion

👓TENYA👓

Honestly, there are two reasons Tenya will take his glasses off that aren't taking a shower or going to bed: One being just to get a better look at you. And second is, the sight of your face when going down on you.

Aside from tilting his glasses, he will clear his throat more than he should.

A form of pacing himself in what he's about to do.

Say you've teased him all day while he's been working, he's thoughtful about his yearning.

He sweats from the anticipation to conquer you

It’s not an unbearable scent either. It's just enough to smell like an expensive ass cologne and his hard heroism for the day

A deep grunt leaves his body before he dominates you. His grip is sweet but powerful.

His thighs are tense as he lays you across his lap. Taking a deep inhale before every smack to your perfect ass.

His hands were meant to roam every inch of your delicate body and he knows that.

His callous hands grazing your skin is very therapeutic for you. Half the time he's rubbing your ass he can't even think straight let alone hear you. Because he's listening to your ass bounce off the walls.

Every time he spanks you, he suppresses the urge of his cock rising like morning wood.

He gets off suppressing his arousal for you.

So that after he's punished you, his cock is at full attention.

The welts on your ass are a sign of marking you too.

"Only I can control you like this, Angel."

As soon as you make way to the bed, he's controlling you however you like.

He's still not going to let you have your way for another half hour.

Once you're a blubbering mess of overstimulation, his jaw tenses as he rubs your thighs.

Staring at your flower in awe. Ready to ravage you.

👿Shinsou😈

If you say something highly sassy or adorable

He's looking you up and down, shining his pearly whites for you to see.

Whether from across the room or in front of you

He'll teasingly stick out his tongue. Might even say, "Your favorite seat is here." or "Do you wanna take a ride, Kitten?"

Don't look away either. Because he's gonna lift your chin to stare in his eyes

If you stare long enough, he'll say, "Do you see the light you bring me, kitten?"

You will blow up.

He automatically chuckles and peppers your jaw with kisses.

Holding you in his arms from your shoulders to your waist.

He's a confident lover from jump!

Before dating he was unsure about his ability to be liked until you showed up.

While dating, he's very passionate and takes intimacy very seriously with you.

Rubbing your earlobes, touching sensitive spots that make you shudder all over.

Good lord, his jaw is very tense while he stimulates you without undressing you yet.

It's a waiting game, how long can he tease you before you whine.

Shinsou will tease you all night if he can.

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When A Boy Becomes A Man (Chan)

Title: When A Boy Becomes A Man

Pairing: Chan (A.C.E) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.7K Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

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Chan and I had been friends since we were in elementary school. We lived next door to each other and were in the same grade, which made becoming best friends inevitable. Of course, as kids, you don’t have much thought to attractiveness or feeling of that sort, so being friends with the opposite gender isn’t a struggle. However, as you reach your teenage years, things get a bit more complicated. Of course, Chan became attractive as the years of high school continued on and that was an undeniable fact. But, we had grown up together, so I always viewed him as that little kid, no matter how manly he got. My other friends told me I treated Chan too much like a little boy and that he probably wasn’t a fan, but he never told me otherwise, so I continued in my ways.

“Hey Chan!” I exclaim as I jump to wrap my arm around his neck, pulling him downward with the force of my arm, making him groan out.

“Hey.” He smiles at me as he straightens up, making it impossible for me to keep my arm around his shoulder due to his increasing height.

“Do you want to come over to my place after?” I ask him, walking backwards to talk with him eye to eye. “Mom and Dad are gone this weekend, so I have nothing to do.” The boys walking beside Chan made a few retorts, which was not uncommon for either of us.

“Yea, sounds good.” Chan nods after rolling his eyes at his friend's remarks and playful punches.

“Okay, see you then!” I laugh as I reach my hand out to ruffle his hair before skipping off to my next class. I could hear the whistles and cheers from his friends as they teased the poor boy. However, what I didn’t witness was the pout on Chan’s lips as he runs a hand through his hair, feeling frustrated at how I still saw him as a five year old.

The final bell rang, students packing the hallways so they could get there stuff to go home. I wait patiently for the chaos to dissipate before even attempting a journey to my locker for my things. Once I arrive at said locker, I am greeted by Chan, checking his phone as he leans against my locker.

“Sup.” I smile as I place my elbow on his shoulder, leaning against him for support.

“You sure took your time in getting here.” He scoffs as he brushes my arm off his shoulder as he uses that shoulder to lean against the locker next to mine as he watches me retrieve my stuff.

“I’m not going to get trampled for your time convenience.” I roll my eyes with a smile as I close my locker with a loud slam. “Besides, haven’t you heard that patience is a virtue?”

“I have enough patience for a school day, but not enough to deal with you after.” He pushes me slightly as we make our way out to the clean air and bright sunshine.

“You’ve dealt with me for thirteen years, you can do it for a few more minutes.” I tease him back as I make a run for his car that was parked right outside the door. Chan shakes his head with a small smile as he continues his walk speed to his car, unlocking it only when he reaches the handle, enabling the both of us to enter the vehicle.

“Seatbelts.” I remind him as soon as his body relaxes into the car.

“You didn’t even give me a second to breathe.” He complains as he reaches for the belt, a loud click echoing through the car as a signal he was buckled in.

“Safety first.” I laugh as I pat his cheek a couple times before buckling myself in. Again, failing to witness the tongue that pressed against the inside of Chan’s cheek aggressively as he stewed over how much he had grown, yet was still treated like a first grader.

“Off we go!” I cheer as Chan puts the car into the drive gear, slowly pulling out of the busy parking lot.

We arrive at my house, Chan pulling into the driveway next to my parents car. My parents were loading up said car, preparing it for their weekend trip. Before I could even greet them, they were already smiling at Chan and greeting him warmly.

“Hi Chan!” My mother exclaims, waving enthusiastically at him. Chan greets them back, waving just as enthusiastically as they were.

“I see how it is.” I roll my eyes, but still smile knowing how much Chan and my parents liked each other.

“Are you guys hanging out this weekend?” My dad asks the two of us as we start heading inside.

“Probably.” I laugh as I look to Chan who nods in agreement.

“Just be safe you two.” My dad looks at us with worried eyes. “Chan, watch after her.”

“Dad, I am good on my own, you know.” I smile as I turn to continue into the house.

“I will.” Chan promises my dad with a comforting smile. I shake my head as I grab Chan’s hand to pull him after me.

~~~~~

Chan and I spent most of the night watching movies, only getting up to make more popcorn or get snacks. As the night progressed, Chan and I sat closer together, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. I was currently resting my head on his shoulder while my hands were stuffed in my hoodie pockets. While watching the screen, I felt Chan jolt a couple times due to the fact he was falling asleep but trying to keep his eyes open. I sit up to look into his droopy eyes that were struggling to stay open.

“Chan, are you falling asleep?” I giggle at him as he shakes his head quickly to shake off the sleepiness.

“No, I’m just resting my eyes.” He jokes with a loopy smile. I pull my hands out of my pockets, reaching up to grab Chan’s cheeks to squish them, making his lips push out in a cute way.

“Why are you so cute?” I ask, pouting back at him. Once the word cute left my mouth, Chan’s eyes flickered and suddenly he was more awake. I tilt my head in confusion as he roughly grabs one of my wrists, pulling it from his face.

“I’m not cute.” He whines, making him way cuter.

I stick out my bottom lip seeing his cuteness, making me squeal quietly. “Yes you are, look at this face.” I squish his cheek with my free hand. He again grabs my other wrist, his jaw locking in irritation as he stares at me.

“I’m not five anymore.” Chan groans darkly.

“I know, but you’re still cute.” I giggle at him with my wrists still trapped by his hands. Before I could even process anything else, my back hits the couch gently while Chan hovers over me, my wrists on either side of me as he still holds on to them tightly.

“I’m not a little boy anymore.” He says in a low voice, deeper than I’ve ever heard him go. I suddenly feel my heart beat quicken and heart rise throughout my body. My mind went blank as I tried to understand the current situation. I had never thought of Chan in any way other than my friend, but as I lay under him with his face twisted in anger, I suddenly started to feel explosions in my stomach.

“Chan…” I croak out, having lost my voice from my dry throat.

“I kept waiting for you to finally see me as someone worth dating, but you keep calling me cute and squishing my cheeks.” He explains as looks into my eyes, not once looking away. “I just wanted you to consider me as a man.” I wasn’t really sure how to proceed in the current moment, but I knew that I would never be able to look at him the same way again. Him above me like this was never going to leave my mind.

“Chan.” I whisper sadly, feeling terrible that I babied him too much. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Because you enjoyed it so much.” He admits, finally looking away before he releases my wrists and sits up, giving me space to do the same. “I’m sorry if this makes things awkward. I just can’t continue to pretend I see you as only a friend.” I felt my heart skip a beat, the explosions going off in my stomach again. I debated awhile, trying to think of words that would help the situation, but no words came to mind. Only actions. I move my body closer to his, grabbing his face gently. Still being at a loss for words, I follow my instincts and move my head closer to his. My lips touch his and it felt as if my stomach was twisting itself back and forth. It was just a small touch of the lips, but it sparked a lot of emotions. I pull away quickly, feeling embarrassed by my actions and scared that I had gone too fast. I release his face, placing my hands in my lap as I watched them shake. The seconds of silence felt like hours, making my nerves grow with each tick of the clock. As I scolded myself in my head, I suddenly felt his hand on my chin, pulling it upwards to look at him. I was met with his smile as he looked at me, the small illumination from the tv showing how red his face had gotten. He leans in tilting his head to start a deep kiss. I kiss him back, still too nervous to move. His hand on my jaw slides to the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. The slow, deep kiss comes to an end when we both lose our breaths. However, we only move our lips a few millimeters apart, still staying close in every other sense.

“That was way better than I ever thought it would be.” Chan smiles brightly as he continues to catch his breath. It was as if he was saying the right things, making me fall more for him. Not having words, I grab his face again, pushing his cheeks gently, pushing his lips out. I kiss him again, slowly becoming addicted to the feeling of his lips on mine.

The movie forgotten, the rest of the night was spent us getting lost in each other. Not realizing what we had been missing out on, waiting so long. Thankfully, we had the whole weekend to spend together, exploring a new part of our relationship.

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[p4nkow]

D is for Dangerous

heyooo! i’m back with this fic — which is soooo random — but i’ve been thinking about writing it since the 6U trailer came out (you can watch it here if you still haven’t) so ofc it’s a Six!Ben fic

this is only the first part and i’m so excited for the following ones!

Summary: driven by the desire of revenge, the reader tries to take down the man who ruined her life only to find out that her plan is an utter fiasco; however she meets a man that is gonna change her life and give her the chance of a lifetime

Four!Ben x Fem!Reader

hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

Each and every muscle of your body was tense and your senses were on the alert, keeping your head on. But most importantly, you were trying to act rationally and not to be at the mercy of your own anger. It was the only way of getting away with what you were about to do.

Everything around you belonged to a world where you didn't fit in anymore — the fancy dress you were wearing, the expensive Champagne you were drinking... it didn't feel right. And it was all Kuklinki's fault.

Kevin Kuklinski. He was the reason why your life was now so messed up. You were attending one of his stupid parties but you weren't there to enjoy the food or the music. You were there to take him down.

He was the reason why your parents were gone.

The man who took their life was now chatting with two businessmen, sipping an expensive Champagne as he fake-laughed every now and then. You felt like an intruder to his party — you’d faked the invitation. There was no way he’d invite you voluntarily, even though you had made a name in the high society.

You were involved in business yourself, all thanks to your parents, but they’d made the mistake of trusting the wrong man. Now you were more than determined to take him down.

“It's a bad idea.” The sudden voice coming from behind you brought you back to reality. It was so firm and deep that you were 100% the mysterious guy was talking to you. Even before you could turn towards him, he moved next to you.

You turned your head to the right to give him a look — his blonde hair was shaved on the sides but with orderly blonde waves on the top. When he looked back at you, you've been taken aback by his green eyes. Beautiful and catchy, with a sparkle you couldn't read. A scar crossed his right brow and you found yourself wondering how he could've gotten it.

“Excuse me?” You'd lost sight of Kuklinski and you were silently cursing the stranger.

“It's a terrible idea.” He gave you just a quick look before looking back at the crowd, taking a sip of his drink. The black suit he was wearing fit hit perfectly and you had to look away at the sight of his Adam's apple rise and lower.

You couldn't deny he was good-looking and mysterious, but you were there for a very specific reason. The knife well-embedded in your garter was a constant reminder of your mission, the cold steel pressing against your thigh.

“You must have me confused for someone else.” You tried to be as firm as possible but but his presence made you nervous. That's probably because he seem to know everything about you.

You could feel his gaze on you and you had to clear your voice. “I really don't think so”, he said. “You've got a look that kills.”

A knot formed in your throat due to his words, so you took another sip of your drink just to ignore his word. You were pretty sure he could feel your nervousness, given that he moved right in front of you. You had to lift your chin to meet his beautiful eyes but then your gaze fell on his lips, so you swallowed in nervousness. “And that's exactly what you were going to do”, He added in a deep voice.

“I'm sorry?” But who the hell was he?

“You've heard me.” His voice was now low and hoarse and he was dangerously close to you. “Come with me.”

“I'm not going anywhere with you.” You shook off his gentle grip on your wrist and he looked at you with condescension. His jaw tended and he gave a quick look at the crowd around you, making sure you didn't draw anyone's attention. Then he took a deep breath and came even closer to you.

“I know what happened to your parents and I know it was Kuklinski. I know why you're here and sure as hell I know that you're gonna get yourself killed if you don't follow me and stick with your plan instead.”

You were speechless, completely blindsided. He seemed to know everything about you, but you had no idea who the hell he was. And it scared you. For the first time in weeks, you were terrified by the fact that this stranger knew every detail of your plan.

That was probably the reason why you didn't resist when he wrapped his hand on yours. The two of you moved through the crowd with lightness, going unnoticed as if you were invisible. Your gaze was fixed on his back for the whole walk, mesmerised by his confidence and calmness.

With the corner of your eye you noticed Kuklinski chatting with two women as he seemed to enjoy the Champagne he was drinking. The stranger must've noticed it too, given that he strengthened the grip on your hand. You had no desire of getting away from him — there was no way you could proceed with your plan now that it'd been compromised. You still wanted Kuklinski dead, though.

The stranger silently led you to a bedroom in the upper floor. You closely followed his movements as he checked every corner of the room, looking at him with suspicion. “We should be safe here”, he said.

“Who the hell are you?”

He leaned against the table pushed against one of the walls, his hands holding its edges but his green eyes fixed on you. “I'm Four.”

“Four?”, you asked in disbelief.

The stranger — Four? — lifted his brows by hearing your condescending tone. “Yeah.” You could clearly hear his voice now that you were alone in a silent room.

“Four like the number?”

“Exactly like the number. And you could be our Eight if you decided to join our cause.”

“What? What cause?” Four didn't seem to have much patience and he sighed at your questions.

He pursed his lips, letting his gaze slide on your body before looking his eyes on yours. “Kevin Kuklinski, one of the most influential billionaires by day, a mob boss by night. Also, the reason why your parents are dead.”

His words touched you deeply and you shuddered. You looked away from him and Four paused for a few seconds, noticing how uncomfortable you were. He moved away from the desk and walked towards you, coming dangerously close. “And that's exactly why you're here — you did a great job with the fake invitation, by the way.”

“Thanks”, you replied in an hesitant tone. You weren't sure you could trust him yet.

“But let me tell you what would've happened.” His tone lowered, his words were becoming nothing but a whisper. “Option number one — somehow you could've managed to approach him in the hall, stab him with the very sharp knife you're hiding under that black dress and then you would've died too, killed by the ten guards surrounding him.”

Damn. You only counted five. Four knew he had a point — you noticed it by the look in his eyes — but you forced yourself to look unbothered. “But Kuklinski's men wouldn't have stopped. You've got a sister — Emily, isn't it? And her kids.”

You felt like weight on your heart by hearing his words. You hadn't considered your nephews and the thought of Kuklinski's men hurting them was unbearable.

He raised his brows like if he was waiting for an answer and so you softly said “Yeah.”

Four pursed again his lips — his face was just a few inches away from yours, his green eyes looking directly at you. “Option number two — you'd tried to approach him in private but you'd have been killed even before having the chance to look at him.”

Four's words were filling you with shame for the inaccuracies of your plan — you'd been so blinded by your own anger that you didn't even realise it. You'd moved your gaze away from him, reflecting about his words.

His fingers gently grazed your jawline and slipped to your chin, gently tapping on it to make you look back at him. His touch sent shivers down your spine but you had even worse problems to solve.

“But imagine working on a plan with a group of people who believe in your cause. People who want to make sure that justice takes its course, that want Kuklinski dead just as much as you do.”

The situation was finally turning for the better — his words had caught your attention. “Tell me more.”

“We've been watching you for a while. You're one of us, even though you don't know it yet.”

“What if you're just a bunch of amateurs?”

“We're not dead yet. And we're trained — flaws don't exist in our plans. Unlike yours”, he added with a tight smile that made you roll your eyes.

“Is Kuklinski one of your targets?”

“The first of ‘em”, He immediately replied. You tried to take a step back — you needed to stay away from him to think clearly. Four buried his hands in the trouser pockets and waited for you to say something.

“Four”, You said as you turned your back to him. “What's your real name?”

“It's Four now.”

“Why code names then?”

You heard him sighing and that pushed you to turn against towards him. His brows were narrowed and you couldn't understand his sudden worry. “Y/N”, he whispered. It was the first time he called you by your name. It felt so different coming out from his lips.

You looked at him with your brows narrowed, giving him a nod as to silently tell him to go on. “To be free to do what we do, we have to make sacrifices.”

“And what did you sacrifice?”

“Our old life”, he said in a low tone. “We've officially been pronounced dead.”

We're you ready to do it? To leave your old life behind just to take the revenge you'd been dreaming of for months? You weren't quite sure you could do it.

Four senses your hesitation and he walked again towards you. Why the hell had he to be this close? “We're gonna give you some time to think about it.” You clearly needed it.

“How will I reach you?”

One of the corners of his lips lifted in a grin. “I'll contact you.”

You gave him a quick nod and his hand was again on your cheek, without touching it. The tension of the moment was palpable — but oh man. Even before you could say anything he grinned at you and took a step back.

You realised the reason of his grin when your gaze fell to his hand — the knife embed in your garter was now on his hand.

“How... how did you—” You have a quick look at your leg and then at him again. Four and his stupid grin.

You shook your head in disbelief and he nodded towards you, starting to back away. “I'm keeping this. Think about my offer.” You sighed as you watched him walking backwards towards the window.

What the hell was he doing? Did he want to jump off? Before you could even say anything he was gone, as well as your knife. You quickly moved to the window, looking out of it only to see him jump from one building to the other.

-

It had been a week since your unplanned meeting with Four and you still hadn’t made up your mind about his offer. You’d have gladly accepted it if it wasn’t for your family. Your sister Emily had already been through a lot — troubled births, the lost of your parents and the repercussions it had on her own family. You didn’t want to hurt her, but you couldn’t rest peacefully knowing that Kuklinski was still out there.

Discretion was important, essential for your survival. You had to be so discrete that had to look invisible to others. The coffee shop you were was just perfect — you had lost the count of the amount of people who walked in and out, or of the students who sat there all day long and studied without saying a word. You could’ve easily been mistaken for one of them, with your constant scrolling on your laptop and the notes on your textbook.

Oh, if they only knew. You weren’t studying at all. Or at least, your studying wasn’t school-related. You were doing researches over researches on a man, trying to summon up all the possibles informations about him. Kevin Kuklinski. The man. The cause of all your troubles. Internet was a fantastic place — you were astonished by the amount of informations it could provide, even though it couldn’t be considered 100% reliable.

Your researches were interrupted by the buzzing of your phone and the name of your sister appeared on the lockscreen. “Ems?”

“Auntie Y/N!” It wasn’t your sister who picked up the phone, but your nephew Aiden.

“Hey, love. What’s wrong?” You gave a quick look around you to make sure you were going unnoticed.

You could hear giggles and squeaks of excitement from the other side of the phone. “Mommy said you would help me with my homework.”

You rubbed your forehead with a sigh — you’d totally forgotten about it. “Yeah uhm... I’ll be there ASAP.”

“Mommy! Auntie said she’s coming!”, you heard Aiden screaming to your sister and it made you smile.

A thud and a few whispers later, you sister picked up her phone. “Hey, sorry ‘bout that. You don’t need to come all the way here.”

“It’s just...”, you cleared your voice, trying to find the right words. “I’ve got a lot of stuff to take care of.”

“Y/N.” Emily’s tone was low and you were pretty sure she sighed.

“Hm?”

“Are you still after that Kuklinski guy?”

“Emily.”

“No”, she immediately replied in a resolute tone. “You gotta tell me the truth.”

And it took you some time before you could whisper “Yes.”

Emily swore under her breath and you closed your eyes, trying to keep control. “I’m gonna say it just once — forget about him. You stay out of this mess. That’s what mom and dad would’ve wanted.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Don’t you even fucking start, Y/N.” She was really pissed now.

The chair in front of you moved, screeching against the floor. You were taken aback and your first instinct was to hide your notes and open a new tab on your laptop. You weren’t surprised to see Four sitting right in front of you.

You took a few breaths — her tone didn’t make easier in any way what was about to happen. “Ems?”

“What?” Even though her tone was still a bit harsh, you could tell she had softened.

You bit your lower lip, trying to avoid Four’s gaze fixed on you. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to come by today. Give Aidan and Lexie a kiss from me.”

“I will.”

“And I love you.” You closed your eyes, trying to take deep breaths. You’d made up your mind and there was no turning back.

But Emily was getting suspicious. “You okay?”

“Now I can’t even tell my sister I love her?”, You joked, even though you were just trying to lighten the mood. It was the last time you were hearing her voice.

“Right, I’m sorry”, She whispered. “I love you too. And stay out of troubles. Please?”

“Yeah.” You were a terrible liar. You knew that. Emily knew that. Even Four knew that, given the look in his eyes. When you closed the call you were feeling extremely guilty, but it was done. There was no turning back now.

“So I guess you made a decision.” Four placed his forearms on the table, locking his green eyes right on yours. You bit your lip and slowly nodded at his words, giving him a quick look. That day he had replaced his black suit with a grey tee and faded jeans. His toned muscles were even more noticeable now.

“What happens now?” You were eager to move on — the less you thought of your family, the less you suffered. All you wanted to do was focus on your job.

Four lifted his brows in surprise. “Are you sure? There’s no turning back.”

Your gaze fell to your laptop, a tab opened in a close-up of Kuklinski. That’s all you needed as a confirm. When you looked back at Four, you were more than sure he could see the determination in your eyes. “I’m well aware of that.”

Four pursed his lips and slowly nodded. By the way his shoulders rise and lower you could tell he sighed deeply, maybe in sign of pride. Was he proud of you? Was he satisfied with your decision? “Well, then”, he murmured, giving a look at the people around him. “Come with me.”

You quickly closed your laptop, putting it and your textbook in your bag. Four slowly got up and you copied him, ignoring the few looks that followed you to the door. “Where are we going?”

Four replied to your question with a quick look from above his shoulder. The silent treatment did nothing but increase the adrenaline running in your veins and you tried to keep up as he turned the corner.

“Four!”, you whispered again. The look he gave you made you worry, even more when he grabbed you by your hand. You tried to resist him but he tightened his grip and you didn’t like at all the tone in which he said “Don’t freak out.”

What?

Not even five seconds later, you did freak out. The car right next to you blew up and the explosion was so loud that made your ears burn. Four’s hand was still firmly holding yours as you turned towards him. He was deadly serious as he tried to gently drag you to one of the backroads.

Maybe because of the explosion, maybe because of the shock of the moment, you barely had the strength to take two steps before passing out and falling like a brick, right into his arms.

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[frangipanidownunder]

Christmas Unwrapping: fic

Set after season 11, no baby. Fluff turns to smut. Started at the Tropefest workshop.

The boxes are in the attic, stacked in dusty piles. She pulls them down, one by one and by the time Mulder comes home with the tree, she’s unravelled the lights and tested them, found the star, and thrown out the broken candy canes. She’s certain she threw them out years before, but a memory filters through her mind.

Mulder digging through the garbage, retrieving the canes with a look of triumph on his face akin to his I’ve-seen-a-UFO-so-there expression, and challenging her on the ethics of throwing away plastic-wrapped sugar decorations.

              “They’re out of date, Mulder,” she had said.

              “But we’re not going to eat them, Scully. We just hang them. Why do we care about use-by dates on decorations? Will you be throwing out this bauble that looks like Skinner’s head after a few rounds in the ring, just because it says Christmas 1998?” He held it up to the light, twisting it this way and that. “Wasn’t that the year we went ghost-hunting? And by the way, that book you gave me, on the Taniwha, is one of my favourite reads, to this day.”

              “The umbrella you gave me, with the four-leafed-clovers around the edge, broke in the first windstorm of the new year. So much for good luck omens.”

              He’d chuckled then pulled an appropriately sad face. She didn’t tell him she’d kept the umbrella anyway, along with that blue hiking coat.

Now, he’s already filled the bucket with soil and she watches him plant the tree, pushing the earth with his fingers so that it compacts around the trunk. The tree is good, she thinks, assessing it. Symmetrical and solid, good colour, a silvery green with sturdy limbs. It reminds her of him in a way. Physically they’re both tall, strong (and his hair spikes at all angles when he’s fresh from the shower) but in an abstract way the tree represents him in her memories - all those trips around winding forest roads, his ever hopeful reaching out to the heavens, whether he’s being burnt in the sun or thrashed with rain, the way he clings to the search for the truth just as the trees cling to the earth they’re buried in, never moving an inch. Mighty resilience or sheer bloody-mindedness, she’s never quite worked out which one applies.

              Taking the lights ready to start, she turns to see Mulder already hanging canes and candles and cones. “What are you doing?”

              “Helping?” Surprise makes his voice a little shrill and the decoration he’s trying to hang – the little angel with the crooked halo - slips over the needles and swings freely back and forth.

              “We start with the lights, Mulder.”

              “There’s an order?”

              “There is and this is.” She unhooks his decorations and hands them back to him. “Lights first.”

              He salutes. Then proceeds to watch her as she winds the strings higher and higher. She’s tiptoeing and her sweater has come loose and the cold is playing across her lower back and he’s all arms crossed and smug satisfaction waiting, just waiting, for her to ask him for help. But she’s nothing if not proud. Her tongue is digging at the corner of her mouth as she lassos the lights around the top of the tree. She steps back, relieved for a brief second, then watches them unravel like a loose stitch.

              “Need any help, Scully?”

              “Nope,” she says, through clenched teeth, and tries again, stretching up as high as she can. Why did she kick off her boots at the door?

              The end of the wire hooks around the top point of the tree but as she begins to wind them around, it slides down and before long she’s covered in fairy lights.

              He shimmies over to her, smugly, takes the end of the wire in his hand, dangles it in front of her. “If I plug this in, Scully, maybe you could just stand there and I’ll hang the baubles from your limbs and...” His eyebrows dance suggestively as he looks down at her chest. His toes are pressed against hers and she can see his chest rising and falling, as he flirts with her and her patience. “Now, I’ll ask you again, do you need any help?”

              Winding the wire around his hands, he loops it over her shoulders and pulls her even closer. He kisses the end of her nose, then her cheek, the spot in front of her ear that makes her nipples tighten, before sweeping his mouth along the line of her jaw. “Mizz Scull-tree, am I turning you on yet?”

She lets out the giggle and shakes her face free from his. “My lights are not twinkling, O Wise Man. You might have to try again.”

The bulbs chink on the floor as he lets them fall. He sweeps her up, hands cradled under her ass, and she hooks her feet around his waist. They stumble to the nearest wall where he counterbalances her weight against his, planting his feet apart and using his hips to prop her thighs. The sharp edge of his belt digs into her belly and she slides her hands down to remove it. Next, she tugs his Henley free and lets her fingers wander over the soft hair below his navel, before unzipping his fly and listening to the rumple of denim against the floor.

“Unwrapping presents before the big day itself is a tradition in some European countries.” His voice rasps against her neck as she rubs herself against him. He hardens and the friction they’re creating is enough to power the whole house.

She sighs as he unbuttons her pants and shifts himself against her centre with renewed vigour. The uneven brickwork scrapes across the knots of her spine and if she weren’t so aroused, she’d ask to move. But at their age, with their history, fucking against the wall is a Christmas memory begging to be made, so bruises be damned, she’s going to roll with it. One hand pushes up the front of her sweater affording him access to her lace-covered breasts. The cool air leaves her skin stippled. Or maybe it’s the way he’s nuzzling the point of her collarbone.

“Are you saying…mmm…we’re…each other’s…uh… presents?” She can barely form a sentence.

“Well,” he huffs, hooking his fingers under the sides of her briefs and slipping them down her hips, “you are the only gift I’ll ever want.” The cotton of his boxers sticks to her wetness and he groans into the side of her face. “Please, Scully, rip the damned wrapping off.”

She yanks the elastic waistband down hard. They snap against his ass and he chokes out a laugh-yelp, but his cock springs free and he slides in without further introduction.

“This. Is. What. Heaven. Must. Be. Like.”

With each word he thrusts and her naked backside scrapes against the wall, abrading her skin with delicious, stinging heat. Sparks fill her eyes, diamond flecks of passion lighting the room. His legs tremble but he remains firmly planted inside her and she tilts her pelvis forward, with a rough sigh.

The slight change of angle sends heat flaming in her belly and she feels her toes quiver in anticipation of her climax. Pleasure edges up and down her body, until it builds to an unbearable level, exploding in cascades that ripple through her. A long, sensual moan escapes her lips and the point of Mulder’s Adam’s apple bumps against her jaw. He shifts his hands, fingernails digging into her flesh, pumps harder, faster until his breathing catches, small groans punctuate his movements and he shudders into her. Shoulders softening, his chin falls against the crook of her neck, his hot breath comes in short spurts and his fingers unlock one by one underneath her.

Gently, he lowers her to the floor and she supports his weight as he recovers.

“That was unexpected,” she says. The small of her back is throbbing and there are bruises forming on her ass cheeks.

“Christmas is supposed to be about surprises, Scully.”

“Even after all this time, we can still take each other…”

He cuts her off, leaning in and kissing her softly. “Yes, we can.”

Tutting playfully, she bops his nose with her bunched-up panties. “I was going to say ‘unawares’. And I need to clean up.” She dashes to the bathroom.

“There’s nothing unawares about you, Mizz Scull-tree,” he calls after her.

 When she returns, he’s strung the lights and they twinkle as he starts to hang baubles. His reflection in her favourite one – a bright silver ball with a frosted top – shows a contented, relaxed man. No more darkness.

              “Am I doing this right?” There’s a smirk on his lips but something about his eyes is seeking her approval.

              She takes a sprig of gold holly and places it next to the silver bauble. “You’re always doing it right, Mulder.”

              Together, they take the star and Mulder guides their hands upwards. She tiptoes, but can’t keep up with the trajectory. He chuckles lightly, slips his free arm around her waist and lifts her up so that she’s leaning on his hip. The star sits on the top point and he lets her slip down, still holding on to her.

They stand together like that for the longest time, watching the fairy lights glow and fade, before they turn to face each other, in perfect synchronicity, and kiss.

[littlemeowmeowschimmy]

Car Sex [Hoseok x Reader] Smut

credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy

Requests opened // m.list 

Genre:  Smut 

WC: 2.4k

Summary: “Can you make it home?” he questions vaguely, but you knew enough to where he was coming from. “I’m not sure.” You answered, cheeks still flushed. 

A/N: Sorry not sorry 

Watching them perform was different than usual. It was mostly due to how they presented themselves on stage while knowing what they could do afterward. Being in a relationship with one of the members was a different ballgame compared to being an average fan. Fans only knew the members for their personalities on stage, camera, and any other small tidbits. Behind the scenes, no pun intended, that was way different. 

You only realized such after you started dating the dance leader, Jung Hoseok. How it came to be, that was a mystery within itself. Most contracts didn’t allow their members to date; however, that was proven to be thrown out the window. When Hoseok met you, he knew that he wanted to be around you for as long as possible. Even if that meant bending the rules and proceeding forwards also if that meant getting in trouble. 

He wanted to make sure that you, yes you, would be in his life for as long as possible. Considering that Hoseok usually didn’t seek out relationships, this was new and interesting. With that being said, Hoseok often found himself always thinking about you, even when he was on stage. You, well, that was a different story within itself. You would watch from the crowd, your body squirming if and when Hoseok made eye contact. 

Most songs would trigger such actions. Labored breathing, pulsating in between your legs, the typical signs of one being horny. As of lately, it was always whenever Hoseok shot you, or the crowd, a focused look. One in which his eyes were dark, expression as well too, and sometimes his tongue sticking out. You knew what he could do with his tongue, and that was more intoxicating than ever. 

You felt the air rush out of your lungs when they left the stage. Your own body moving out of the seated crowd and back towards the restroom. Hoseok offered you to come backstage with them, but you refused to. You couldn’t get a good picture of him, so you wanted to experience it like the rest of the crowd. But, as previously mentioned, it was harder than usual. You walked into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror. Splashing some water on your face, then slapping your cheeks. 

You felt the heat of your arousal, only making you press your legs together. Just imagining Hoseok in between you was enough to make you uncomfortable. So much so that you told yourself that you had to leave the venue just to get some kind of air. But once again, it would only mean that it would be harder to stomach the rest of the performance. 

How would you be able to resist him for the rest of the night? 

»»————-　★　————-««

Hoseok offered to take you home, and you gladly agreed to it. You had only been dating for a little under five months, so the honeymoon stage was slowly starting to dissipate. That didn’t mean you hadn’t freaky with him. It only took two months for the tension to rise, and when it broke, it broke hard. For weeks, you two were like rabbits, and it was hard to get him off of you. 

Crossing your legs, you sat back in the plush leather seats. Your fingers gently brushing against the car door as the vehicle zoomed through the streets of Seoul. Your head was pressed against the window, eyes focused only on the night lights. Hoseok’s slim fingers were curled up on the wheel, his body still had some remnants of their show on him. 

There were some beads of sweat trailing down his neck, and his skin was still glossy. The ride was quiet enough to where you started to squirm. Hoseok noticed this and raised an eyebrow. He tilts his head slightly, looking at you from the corner of his eye. Then, proceeds to move one hand out to grasp your thigh, making you gasp under your breath. 

No words had to be communicated, he knew exactly what was going on. This brought Hoseok to give a low chuckle, his hand pulling itself back. “Can you make it home?” he questions vaguely, but you knew enough to where he was coming from. 

“I’m not sure.” You answered, cheeks still flushed. 

“Give me a second.” He mumbles, turning his blinkers on then moving the car off the freeway. It takes him more than a second to find an empty parking lot. While he was searching, you noticed that his eyes got darker by the second. Meaning that he too was thinking about all the ways he could devour you, making it harder to stay in your seat. 

When he pulls in, he does a quick search. Double checking that there were no buildings, no cars, and yet no witnesses. He knew that having sex in a car would ultimately get him in trouble, but it would also be all over the news. So, he wanted to not only double-check but triple-check that he was safe. Hoseok parks the car in a secluded area, turning off the engine, then tossing the keys in the glove compartment. He turns his head to face you, his eyes were the first thing you caught. 

Just as always, they were dark. Focused, prepared, and hot. You felt your core throbbing as it wanted attention, no it needed it. He reaches out, slim fingers cupping your chin and lifting it. “What do you want my dear?” he purrs, leaning himself inwards. He always asked you this, as he was more concerned about making you feel enjoyable than caring about himself. 

You ultimately got annoyed with it, but you weren’t complaining. He tips your head backward, glancing at you with determination, his lips set in a hard line. You gulp down whatever you had, your mind racing. How he was able to get out whatever you were thinking was beyond you. 

“I..” you pause, trying to get the words out. His eyes silently asking you to continue. “I want your head in between my thighs.” then a smile broke. His teeth were white as snow and his grin sending chills down your spine. He presses his thumb and index finger into your skin, shaking your head, then releasing. Without saying anything, you scrambled to unbuckle yourself. 

Moving into the backseat with grace and agility. Hoseok decides to open his door, circle around, and join you. While he was taking his sweet time, you were quickly undoing the buttons on your skirt. You didn’t want him to tear them, because it was expensive. However, you could care less if he tore your underwear since you had plenty of those at home. 

When he opens the door, your legs were spread, and you were trying to kick your heals off. You cursed under your breath, loud enough to where it earned a chuckle from him. Ducking, Hoseok moves inwards, shutting the door behind him. You shift yourself to where your back was pressed against the door, making enough room for him. But he quickly moves you to push your hips against his. 

“Is that all you want from me tonight?��� Hoseok questions, his finger dipping in between your legs. Tracing out the soft lace against your skin. You shiver, unaware that you needed his touch more than you anticipated. Because your mind was racing, you didn’t know exactly what to do. How were you going to give him the answer he craved? Or, was he going to get it out through punishment? 

“No..” the worlds almost immediately leaving. Hoseok hums, pressing the pad of his finger against your folds. You twitch, turning your head to break his gaze. 

“Tell me,” he whispers, moving his finger up and down, slightly teasing you. As you were fumbling over your words, Hoseok slips his finger past your lace. Moving it upwards and under your folds. He could tell you were wet, just by how easy it was for him to move. 

When he presses his finger against your clit, rubbing it in slow circles, your legs start to tremble. The words come out as fragments, your breathing beginning to labor. Your flush growing darker by the second and your mind racing. All you could think of was wanting more, needing more, and only wanting Hoseok. 

You mumble the respond under your breath, back arching against the plush seats. When he stops, you crane your head up to lock eye contact. You wanted to ask why he was ending, but you ultimately knew why. He didn’t hear you, and if he did, he wanted you to say it much louder. 

“I want you to fuck me, Hoseok.” You start trying to get some of your breathing back under control. “I want to cum against your tongue, then against your dick. I want all of you, please let me have all of you.” Hoseok clicks his tongue, then flicks your click again. You shake, breath, then moan. Using his index and thumb, he rolls it, only making you tremble further. 

Hoseok doesn’t answer to your request, only silently agreeing with it. He pulls his fingers out, moves your lace down, and tosses it to the car floor. He grabs ahold of your waist, shifting your body as well as his own to make himself comfortable on the seats. Then, lowering his head, he pokes his tongue out and starts to press the muscle against you. 

Your eyes flutter shut, and your hands reach out to grasp his hair. Pulling at it when he moves his tongue back and forth, stimulating your clit further. You wiggle your hips, trying to find the right spot. He uses his teeth, grazing it against you most sensitive parts. That causes you to groan and reach back to cover your mouth. 

Flattening his tongue, Hoseok starts from the bottom of your entrance and slowly moves upwards. Your legs shaking when he reaches your clit again, but he doesn’t allow you to collect yourself. No, instead, he spreads your folds, sucks on two fingers and probes them inside. Curling his fingers, he pumps them. The sound of your own arousal filling the car, but not as much as your moans. 

You easily drown it out because he’s back to attacking your clit. Never let a second go by without giving it the attention that it deserves. When you shift your hips again, your moans grow louder. You felt the heat travel up from the bottom of your neck to your cheeks. 

“Right there! Oh god, Hoseok!” You moan one hand covered your mouth while the other dug itself into his hair. Pulling at the strands and squeezing him. You didn’t have to look down at him because you could already feel his gaze on you. He obliges to your command, his tongue still moving at a rapid pace as well as his fingers. 

Your first request went over just as quickly as you expected. One, because Hoseok knew precisely what places to get you orgasming, and two, because you were already horny too begin with. He lets your breathing get somewhat under control, only to press his tongue against your already throbbing clit. 

You squeeze your legs together, pressing your knees against his head. He chuckles against your skin, pulling back and then quickly undoing his own buttons. Pushing his pants and boxers down, a sigh of relief escapes once his own erection sprang free. Quickly, Hoseok reaches forwards to the center consul. 

Reaching in, he grabs a condom and tears it open with his teeth. Tossing the discarded plastic away, he moves it on his cock with ease. Then, moves your body, so you were lying on your right side. He holds your leg up, letting it rest against his shoulder as he then spreads your folds and presses his cock in. 

You groan, letting him stretch you further, head falling back to rest against the seat. Without a second thought, Hoseok begins to pound into you. He was thinking about this all day, and it was known that there was some form of tension between you two. He wanted to hear from you, to have you beg, and so much more. His mind was clouded, and his only focus was you. 

Hoseok’s grip on your ankle tightens, making sure your leg didn’t fall even if you wanted to rest it. Your moans were a lot louder than before, as he angled himself to hit you over and over in one of the more sensitive parts of your body. His name and praises flung from your mouth, only boosting his ego. His own lustful smile spreading across his features. 

Once again, you didn’t open your eyes, but you could feel his gaze upon you. Watching you like your face scrunched with pleasure, perfectly plump lips opened and just a little bit of drool trailing down the side of your mouth. With his free hand, he snakes his way in between your folds again. Slowly rubbing circles in your clit, your legs trembling once again. 

Since you didn’t have much to grip on, you reached out to seize on the back on the seat. Your knuckles turning bright white, your head bowed so you could hide from him. But he wasn’t going to let that happen no. Instead, he leans himself forwards, now using his lower back to add more strength and to go deeper. 

He releases your ankle for a split second, moving your arm out of the way so he could see you straight on. Your eyes opened, locking with his for a second, his dark face making your shiver. You arched your back, the feeling of being full and the stimulation to your clit was almost too much to bear. Hoseok could tell you were getting close, due to how your walls squeezed against his length. 

He pounds into you a few more times, receiving the loudest scream you could muster as your end washes over you for a second time. As you were slowly coming down from your high, Hoseok moves himself out to milk himself into the condom. You didn’t dare open your eyes, the weight of it all coming down as you felt exhausted. 

When you shifted yourself upwards, you saw that he was still hard. A lazy smile spreading as you push some hair out of your eyes. 

“Do you think you can make it home?” You croak, tilting your head a bit as you brought one leg up. Letting some blood circulation flow. Hoseok takes a few moments to think, a low pur emanating from the bottom of his throat. 

“No. Round two it is. On your hands and knees, let’s go.” He barks smacking your thigh. You chuckle, knowing precisely what he wanted. 

[myakkoh]

half-sinking in torturous gloom

(Read on Ao3 here!)

Thank you to @nillegible for beta-reading this for me!

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Wen Ruohan waits until Lan Qiren is right at the door. “You know, you don’t have to do this.”

Lan Qiren pauses, freezing in his footsteps at Wen Ruohan’s voice, seemingly unsure of how to respond to the statement. He takes a step closer, and another, can see all the gears in Lan Qiren’s head turning, twisting. There’s not too much room for the man to move, to try and fight him off, especially in the dim light and clutters of boxes here and there.

It shouldn’t be surprising, it shouldn't hurt when he knows that Lan Qiren won’t say a thing.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Lan Qiren says coldly, and places his hand on the doorknob.

He places his own hand over the other’s hand, cold and shivering under his own, large warm hand. It makes Lan Qiren stop, turn to look up into his eyes, dark golden eyes narrowing at him, pale lips trembling tightly together in a thin line.

The man then lowers his eyes, looks away from him, and—it makes his chest tighten from the lack of trust.

There’s already so many problems happening, so many scandals and rumours, and Lan Qiren directly is in the middle of them all. Cangse Sanren has already claimed that the man has injured Wei Changze, worry in her eyes from the sudden change in Lan Qiren and for Wei Changze’s injury. Jin Guangshan whispered in his ears that Lan Qiren killed his own brother in cold blood, hinting he may have nearly killed Nie Qiuheng.

It still makes him wonder how much blood is on Lan Qiren’s hands, if he truly did murder his brother. But—Wen Ruohan knows how much Lan Qiren treasures and cherishes all those he loves, knows him far too well to know that the man would never hurt Wei Changze, would never harm Nie Qiuheng.

Takes a shaky breath and looks directly at the man, heat curling around his wrists. “You do,” Wen Ruohan says steadily, his hand tightening over the man’s, “you just don’t want to admit it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lan Qiren repeats, shakes off his hand, proceeds to try and open the door. It creaks open just an inch.

Denial at its finest. Wen Ruohan huffs in annoyance, inclining his head as he quickly shoots his hand out to clasp over Lan Qiren’s wrist. He can feel the strength rippling underneath, restrained and stiff in his grasp. It reminds him of being in bed, Lan Qiren spread underneath him or Nie Qiuheng, when the man could have thrown them off and taken them instead.

It’s a show of trust that Lan Qiren would still allow Wen Ruohan to manhandle him. Even now, he can see, feel the trust that Wen Ruohan wouldn’t harm him.

Dark golden eyes dart up towards him through long lashes, Lan Qiren seemingly stunned at his bold move, pale lips parting in surprise. Wen Ruohan swiftly moves, yanks Lan Qiren towards him and hears the man’s breath hitch, slamming a fist on the door. The man falls back against the door, bony shoulders hitting hardwood, and it softly clicks shut behind them. Too easy to pin, far too easy to gain control.

The position is intimate, a little more familiar, and he watches as the man shakes, seemingly in disbelief and undeniable want. Ice crackles against his hand, soothing the fire he holds within his fists, then it brushes against his soul like a balm to whatever pain he was feeling before. Lan Qiren always cares, no matter how much he will deny it to his dying day.

Wen Ruohan closes his eyes, breathes in gentle gentians, reopens his eyes to watch Lan Qiren’s expression. Flushed red cheeks, dark golden eyes nearly dazed yet still sharp. Desire rolls in his stomach like fire at its brightest, and he can only squash it in turn.

“What are you doing?” Lan Qiren breathes, ever so quietly to his ears.

“I just want to know why,” Wen Ruohan answers, tired of how Lan Qiren keeps avoiding the questions he keeps asking, every demand and plea that the man would tell him. “Why did you injure Changze? Why would you kill your own brother?” He pauses, and considerably lowers his voice. “Why did you hurt Qiuheng?”

That’s the breaking point. It’s always Lan Qiren’s breaking point, when either Nie Qiuheng or he gets mentioned getting hurt. Fear rises in dark golden eyes, before the man tucks his chin in and looks away, like it’s the entire truth, that Lan Qiren truly did it.

Acknowledgement? Acknowledgement that he harmed Nie Qiuheng?

Surely not, Wen Ruohan thinks as he stares down at the man, surely he wouldn’t harm Nie Qiuheng, the one man they have both fallen in love with. Soft smiles and knowing amber eyes, deep chuckles, the way he curls around both of them protectively in bed—Lan Qiren would  never  harm him. Scathing words, yes, but not real injuries.

“That’s none of your business,” Lan Qiren finally whispers, and Wen Ruohan slowly lets go of his wrist, watches it limply fall to the man’s side. There’s a burn mark around it. Grits his teeth silently and tries to control himself from dragging the man away to heal him.

It would be impossible, since Lan Qiren has been hiding this entire time.

“Is it?”

“Yes.” Dark golden eyes harden, though Lan Qiren doesn’t resist him. “Let go.”

“Why should I?” Wen Ruohan demands as he leans in, their chests close to touching, his heart tightening from the way Lan Qiren looks up to him with so much familiarity. It hurts; how he can be so close, yet so far. “You’re the one who hurt Qiuheng, killed your brother. I should be turning you in.”

“But you won’t,” Lan Qiren says quietly. He softly huffs, because Lan Qiren is right; Wen Ruohan would never turn him in. Loves him too much to even think to do so. “You won’t even try.”

“You’re right, I won’t,” he admits easily. “I just want to know why.”

Lan Qiren inclines his head, lets him see the smooth curve of the man’s neck, pale skin softly glowing in the dim light. They both know how much Lan Qiren means to Wen Ruohan, how much he loves him. If the man uses it against him, well. Wen Ruohan wouldn’t regret loving him; he’d only regret not bringing him back.

The others are already clamouring to know why Lan Qiren has left them, hurt them, and there are reasons for it, he knows that. What those reasons are, is the real question. Heat suddenly flickers in his hands, before he pushes the worry for the ones he loves, the hate that he can’t do anything to help, the anger that there’s nothing for him to do. Fire has always burned when he’s most angry or passionate about something, after all.

A hand slowly lifts and nimble fingers twist around his collar, slowly pulling him down until Wen Ruohan follows his direction, their lips hovering near each other. He looks into dark gold eyes, knows exactly what the man plans to do.

“You don’t have to do this,” Wen Ruohan murmurs, slightly mesmerized by the way Lan Qiren’s grip tightens on his collar. Lan Qiren always had strength in those fingers, the Lan family are known to train their arm strength. So maybe he can admit he has a strength kink. It shouldn’t matter, right?

Ah fuck, it does. Lan Qiren knows how to wrap him around his finger, knows how to blow his mind in bed with Nie Qiuheng, knows how much Wen Ruohan loves him. His hands tighten into fists above the man, before he breathes in the dull scent of gentians, leans closer.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Lan Qiren says softly, and kisses him.

His lips are still so soft, Wen Ruohan thinks, as he presses Lan Qiren to the door more tightly, a quiet groan escaping him when the man instinctively presses up against his chest. It’s a distraction, something that Wen Ruohan knows he shouldn’t let his guard down for. It would be foolish, so foolish of him to do so, even for someone he loves so dearly.

But—Wen Ruohan does let his guard down, continues kissing Lan Qiren, lets ice touch his skin and bury deep within himself. The ice doesn’t burn, doesn’t hurt, only soothing in a calm manner. Like the times they and Nie Qiuheng curl up against each other, Lan Qiren with his soothing ice, him with his flickering fire, and Nie Qiuheng spreading happiness to everyone.

The man’s hand lets go of his collar, trailing down his chest ever so slowly, a finger tracing on his shirt gently. A trail of sparks follows the finger, like the comets that fall down from space and the stars to the earth.

He wants. He wants so, so badly, and all he can do is hang onto Lan Qiren as tightly as possible. So tightly that Lan Qiren will never be able to go away, and lie, and make him hear all of these damn rumours about him. So that he can drag the man back to him and Nie Qiuheng and make sure that Lan Qiren will never have to be alone.

“I’m sorry,” Lan Qiren says against his lips, makes them both shiver from the damp breath between them.

“For what you did?” Wen Ruohan asks and slowly reopens his eyes to see a flash of silver sinking deep into his side.

Excruciating agony erupts.

Flames nearly burst from his hands, from the sudden shock, before he forces it down. Ah, Wen Ruohan thinks, as he gazes down to see a dagger sticking out of him, scarlet red dripping down himself and close to drenching his clothes. Of course Lan Qiren would strike when his guard goes down. Of course he would take advantage of Wen Ruohan’s love for him. Lan Qiren’s hand is stained red as well, and—he has to look back up to see dark golden eyes brimming with angered tears.

Does Lan Qiren truly feel remorse for stabbing him? Wen Ruohan chuckles bitterly and feels bile rise in his throat. Of course the man does; why else would he cry over stabbing him and betraying his trust? Only a Lan would cry over that.

“I’m sorry,” Lan Qiren repeats shakily, continues to sink the dagger deeper into him.

It makes him grunt from the irritation, the way the dagger slowly drags out of him before it shoves in again. One way to make the pain more unbearable, shocking, and another way to ruin his insides. Does it matter though, if he’s going to die soon? Takes a shaky breath, slowly lowers his hands from above, before leaning down to drop his head against Lan Qiren’s shoulder.

The finger is still tracing his chest, a constant warmth over the pain on his side.

“Are you going to kill me?” he asks quietly, wonders if he can even live a few more minutes to say he loves him. 

The man’s body slightly trembles underneath him. Ice flickers inside him with uncertainty, shakiness, before the dagger is slowly being dragged out. Painful, but—it’s worth trying to push himself up to look at Lan Qiren’s face once more. Wen Ruohan watches it clatter to the ground, before glancing towards the man’s face.

Guilt. Rotting guilt flickers through dark golden eyes, before the man firmly says, “No.”

A hand gently placed itself over his wound, releasing little of the pain, and—the finger stops tracing. Wen Ruohan doesn’t know what to say to that answer, not when he’s still struggling over the fact that his lover  stabbed him. Lan Qiren smiles at him through his tears, the same hand trailing to his chest. Soft warmth spreads through him, a familiar warmth, one that would be used for teleportation talismans—his breath catches, his eyes widen.

No.

No.

“What are you doing?” Wen Ruohan demands desperately and reaches out to take hold of Lan Qiren’s shoulders. The man only gently pushes him back, a shove that has him stumbling back from him, the shock of the suddenness of everything that has happened so far. It hurts, hurts so much that this is happening, that Lan Qiren would do this, not explaining a single thing. “Qiren!”

“I’m sorry,” is softly whispered.

The sweet, painful smile tugging on thin pale lips makes his heart ache, and Wen Ruohan lunges forward. Desperation runs through him, fuelled by the need to take the man back home, and bury him within their bed and blankets. How long? How long before he would find this beautiful, beautiful man again? To make sure he will stay safe?

How long before they will all be fine once again, without anything blocking their path?

“Qiren, please,” Wen Ruohan begs and reaches out to the other once again. “Don’t do this!”

There’s no answer to his plea.

Lan Qiren fades from his view, as bright blue energy swirls around him, sweeping him away from the man he holds dear in his heart. That last smile on Lan Qiren’s face stays in his mind, broken and fragile and seemingly... gone.

Wen Ruohan falls prey to the darkness after that.

  (Lan Qiren watches as Wen Ruohan disappears before his eyes, lets out a shaky breath before he glances down to the dagger. What a reminder of what he has to do, and he hates it. Hates everything about the dagger, what he has done, what he’s going to do next. Slowly picks it up and sheathes it away on his belt, scarlet red staining his clothes, before he wipes his tears away, and opens the door.

The sight of Jin Guangshan waiting outside doesn’t make him flinch. “Did you kill the target?” the man asks, lips curling into a smirk, like he already knows the damn answer.

“He escaped,” Lan Qiren says coldly and closes the door behind him. Perhaps he is lucky that the room is sound-proof. No sounds can get in or out of the room itself, and Wen Ruohan’s acceptance of Lan Qiren killing him is something he  never  wants anyone to hear. “You never said that the target was Wen Ruohan.”

Fury boils in his blood from the lies he has been fed. He wasn’t supposed to kill Wen Ruohan, he was supposed to kill the person Jin Guangshan led into that room. Not the one he loves.

“I see. Too bad you didn’t think of that before you accepted the deal.”

Jin Guangshan steps closer to him, the same cruel smirk playing on the man’s lips. Lan Qiren doesn’t move, doesn’t try to get away as rough calloused fingers grasp his chin harshly, and force him to look up into dark brown eyes. The way this man plays his cards makes him truly want to kill him, but he can’t. Not until he finishes everything he needs to.

His hand curls into a fist. The dagger is suddenly heavier than before.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that you removed the curse from him, A-Yin.” The fingers dig deeper into his chin, and all Lan Qiren can do is grunt from the pressure. It’ll leave bruises tomorrow if he doesn’t heal himself. “The next time I see you doing something you’re not authorized to, I will make sure your lovers suffer.”

Panic sparks through him, before he grits his teeth and glares up at the man. “What did you do to them?” Lan Qiren hisses.

The smirk widens and the fingers continue to tighten. He can’t do anything about it, not if he doesn’t want any harm to come to the others. “Nothing as of the moment. Really, A-Yin, you shouldn’t be so angry. It ruins how pretty you look.”

“We made a deal,” Lan Qiren snaps.

“Yet you failed to kill Wen Ruohan,” Jin Guangshan observes shrewdly. “Your family really does whatever it takes to protect the ones you love. But we did make a deal. The curse on Nie Qiuheng is getting worse, so you’ll get to be under my control until I can slowly remove it, yes?”

He has already removed the same curse from Wen Ruohan, but Nie Qiuheng’s curse is more complicated, has been stuck inside the man’s body for years. Lan Qiren doesn’t know how long Nie Qiuheng has left to live. He swallows and looks away from Jin Guangshan’s eyes piercing into him. It’s best to make sure Jin Guangshan removes the damn curse, and then Lan Qiren can kill him slowly.

“Yes,” he agrees hoarsely.

“Yes, what?”

So they’re playing that game. Lan Qiren grits his teeth and grounds out, “Yes, my liege.”

“Better,” Jin Guangshan purrs, and releases his chin. Lan Qiren stumbles back, touching his chin and quietly hisses from the pain that erupts. Ice flickers from his fingertips, soothing over the bruises and the darkness that follows it.

It’s best if Lan Qiren obeys orders for now.

For Nie Qiuheng’s sake.

For Wen Ruohan.

Lan Qiren lowers his eyes and closes them. Best to get on with it.)

[sickfic-with-kiko]

So this might be a bit specific, but what about Bokuto sick at a trainings camp and Kuroo notices, helps his as best as he can before finally getting Akaashi (who maybe went to practice early?) who then proceeds to expertly take care of him? That scenario is just stuck in my head :)))))

During training camp, Bokuto was rarely seen without Akaashi, if ever. Kuroo knows how taken Bokuto is by his setter, and how obsessed Akaashi is when it comes to anything about Bokuto. They fit together perfectly, annoyingly so. 

So when Kuroo finds Akaashi there before Bokuto in the gymnasium, he can’t stop himself from asking what’s gotten into him. 

“Despite what you may think, Bokuto-san and I aren’t joined at the hip. He’s still writing his captain’s report,” is Akaashi’s answer. 

“Fair enough. Or you know, he could be grabbing a bite to eat. He’s always complaining about how hungry he is.” 

Akaashi shrugs. “Perhaps,” he leaves it at that, and starts to warm up. Kuroo doesn’t expect Akaashi to go out of his way to find Bokuto. They always end up bumping into each other, sooner or later. Besides, Bokuto screaming Akaashi’s name is hard to miss. 

Kuroo lets it go, and heads over to Lev. “Oi, don’t tell me you ran away from your receiving practice again! I’ll tell Yaku you’re slacking!” 

Lev yelps, attempting to scuttle away from him. He’s grabbed by his t-shirt, and faceplants directly into the ground. “Geh, Kuroo-san! Don’t! I’ll die!” 

“Tough shit.” 

***

Something is shifting in Bokuto’s head. 

Or more accurately, his brain is sliding to and fro, like a cruise ship on a rough sea. He can’t focus on his writing. He’s dizzy and exhausted, even before evening practice. Something is wrong with him, but he can’t pinpoint it. 

“Hey, Bokuto? How long are you planning to take with that?” 

Kuroo enters the room, but Bokuto only presses his head into the desk. “I still need a few more lines…” he groans, rubbing his forehead. The back of his eyes start to throb. 

“Well, come on. Akaashi’s waiting for you. His tosses aren’t going to spike themselves.” Kuroo laughs, but Bokuto isn’t sure if he’s up for spiking today. If he’s asked why, he won’t know how to answer, but something feels off. 

Bokuto lets out a groan. “I’ll be there in a second…” 

Without warning, Kuroo presses his palm against Bokuto’s neck. “Hey, you’re warmer than usual. You feeling okay?” The coldness feels amazing on Bokuto’s skin, and he lets out a groan of pleasure. 

“I’m just sleepy. Be there in a moment…” Bokuto curls up, and Kuroo pries him away from the desk. He squeezes his eyes shut as his head pounds from behind his eyes. His stomach starts to churn. 

Kuroo shakes his head, touching Bokuto’s cheek and neck with a comfortably cold hand. “You’re pretty feverish. Don’t practice for the rest of today, and get some sleep.” 

Instead of protesting, Bokuto nods in agreement. “Yeah. I think I’ll just sleep… I’m really tired.” He rubs at his stomach, hoping to calm it down. 

“I’ll get you some water. Just stay there.” 

Bokuto doesn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon. Truthfully, even water doesn’t feel appealing to him. His stomach lets out an unhappy gurgle, and he wraps his arms around the unhappy organ gently. 

His clothes feel wet against his skin, and he realises it’s his sweat. His mouth feels too full, and some spit drips down his chin. He quickly wipes it off before Kuroo comes back. 

Bokuto wishes he’d gone easy on the fried chicken pieces during dinner. His endless appetite caused him to eat as much as his stomach would possibly allow. Now, all of the food sits heavily in his stomach, and just the thought of a grain of rice makes him want to gag. 

“Hey, Bokuto? I got some water for you.” Kuroo comes back with a plastic cup in his hand, and Bokuto lifts his head slightly. “You okay? Does it hurt anywhere?” 

“My head, a little. And my stomach.” Bokuto admits truthfully, taking the cup from Kuroo. He doesn’t want anything near his mouth, but some water in his system could perhaps stop his body from feeling so overheated. 

Kuroo wraps an arm around him, as he takes a sip of water. “Wow, your fever seems high. Sleep properly, okay?” 

Bokuto swallows the water little by little, and shivers as a chill hits his spine. He trembles uncontrollably, as his stomach growls under his hand. Kuroo rubs his back, small circles comforting him as best as he can. 

“Really don’t feel good,” Bokuto groans, unable to sit upright by himself. A small hiccup escapes his lips, and he feels the water he just drank move up to the back of his throat. 

“Does your stomach feel any better?” Kuroo asks worriedly. “Maybe I should get Akaashi. It’ll be better with two of us instead of just me.” 

Bokuto nods. Akaashi is a good caretaker, and relaxing to be around. He always trusts him to make him feel better, in any situation. 

But his stomach clenches, reminding him that he’s still very sick. “Kuroo…” he calls out in a whine, covering his mouth with his palm. “Think I’m going to puke.” 

Kuroo’s eyes widen. “Shit, shit, shit. Just wait a moment, I’ll get something!” He darts off out of the room, and Bokuto can only manage a nod. He presses his hands to his mouth desperately. He needs to hold it in until Kuroo comes back. 

But his stomach aches, and nothing’s there to calm it. Panic settles in his eyes as he feels a thick warmth rise in his throat. His breathing quickens, and chokes him as he attempts to hold it down. The dizziness is so bad that he can’t see what’s going on. 

Kuroo isn’t back yet, but Bokuto’s reached his limit. The room flashes between boiling hot and agonizingly cold, and he shudders from the sudden change in temperature. 

He needs to get somewhere where he can control the amount of damage he’ll do. But how he’ll do that is a question he doesn’t know how to answer. And in less than thirty seconds, he’s positive that he’ll lose it. 

Bokuto shifts his position so that he’s sitting on the floor, hands pressed firmly against his mouth. A wet belch squeezes out of his chest, and he tastes bitter air in his mouth. He can feel a gag forming behind his throat, his stomach squeezing until his cheeks swell. 

No, he doesn’t have any idea what to do yet. But his body won’t listen to him. He vomits forcefully, and he isn’t able to contain all of it. His throat fights to swallow it back down, but his mouth is forced open, and warm sick splatters into his palm. 

Bokuto’s mouth is filled with more vomit, as soon as the first wave is over. He fights to keep it in his mouth as he retches, chest squeezing painfully with the force. The illusion of control he thought he had disappears as quickly as it appears. A wet burp forces the puke out of his mouth, through his fingers and onto the floor. 

“Oh my god. Bokuto, are you okay?!” Kuroo comes back with a bucket, only to find Bokuto breathing heavily, sitting in his own vomit. Bokuto’s still swallowing desperately, gulping painfully as he fights the inevitable. 

As soon as Kuroo sets down the bucket, Bokuto fumbles for it and vomits harshly. His throat hurts from the retch he’s held down for so long, and he’s barely able to suck in a breath before he’s heaving up a slurry of undigested food into the bucket. 

“Here, easy… It’s all right. I’ve got ya.” Kuroo holds the bucket in place as Bokuto’s fingers are soaked and slippery, and pats his back with his other hand. A thick, slimy stream pours from his mouth, dripping onto his chin. 

Bokuto’s eyes are bloodshot from the heaving, and a dry gag pushes out of him. He’s stopped spewing all over the place for now, but there’s a mess around him from when he didn’t have the bucket. 

Kuroo holds him as he trembles, stroking his hair. “You feeling any better?” He takes the bucket, half-filled with vomit. Bokuto still feels nauseous, but the throwing up has stopped for now.

“Not really…” Bokuto whispers, and Kuroo grabs a box of tissues, wiping the refuse off Bokuto’s face and hands. He also needs a change of clothes, too. Sweat and vomit sticks his t-shirt to his skin. 

“How did it get on your forehead? ...Here, change into your spare clothes. I’ll go and get Akaashi.” Kuroo locates Bokuto’s enamelled bag and pulls out a plain blue t-shirt and shorts. “Poor thing, you really are sick.” 

Bokuto nods, pulling his soiled clothes off himself and replacing them with fresh ones. Extra practice is out of the question. He can barely lift his arm for a spike, and his stomach is cramping horribly from the contractions. 

To add insult to injury, he’s shivering even worse, without anything to keep him warm. He knows his fever’s gotten higher. His eyes water, and heat radiates off his skin. 

***

“Hey, Akaashi!” 

Kuroo’s voice is panicked, and Akaashi immediately tenses. He knows it has to be about Bokuto. Alarm fills him. 

“Did something happen? Is he all right?” 

Kuroo doesn’t even question how Akaashi knows it’s about Bokuto, already. “He has a high fever and he just threw up everywhere.” Akaashi’s eyes widen. “We should probably get a teacher after we clean him up, in case he gets worse.” 

Akaashi nods, and follows Kuroo to the room where Bokuto is. A sharp, sour smell hits him as he enters, and a puddle of vomit sits beside Bokuto. As soon as Bokuto catches sight of him, his eyes water immediately. 

“Akaashi, I… I didn’t feel good, and…” Bokuto cuts himself off with a sob, the fever throwing his emotions out of control. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t… Akaashi, I’m sorry!” 

Akaashi lets his gaze meet Bokuto’s, nodding. “I understand. I’m here now, Bokuto-san. I know you’re feeling unwell, and I want to make you comfortable.” He wraps his arm around Bokuto’s too-warm body, patting his shoulder in a comforting rhythm. “Can you tell me how you’re feeling? Where does it hurt the most?” 

It breaks Akaashi’s heart to have to question Bokuto so mercilessly, just minutes after he’s thrown up. Bokuto whines, exhaling a hot breath into Akaashi. “My stomach hurts, and I feel really cold and dizzy…” 

“Mmhm. We’ll get you some blankets, how does that sound?” Akaashi coaxes answers out of Bokuto successfully, while Kuroo watches in awe. “Kuroo-san, could you call one of the teachers?” 

Kuroo scampers off, relieved to be of help. Akaashi hands Bokuto some water, urging him to drink in small sips. “Don’t push yourself if you’re nauseous.” He tells Bokuto firmly, stroking his hair with all the wax sweated out. 

“Okay,” Bokuto mumbles, taking only a few mouthfuls of water enough to wash the bitterness out of his mouth. “My stomach still hurts…” 

Akaashi places his palm onto Bokuto’s stomach, as it makes unhappy gurgles under his touch. He doesn’t put much pressure on Bokuto’s stomach, and rubs circles gently. Bokuto moans weakly, but doesn’t protest or try to move away. It’s proof that it’s working. 

“Bokuto, we’re going to move you to a bedroom. Akaashi will stay with you, if you need him.” 

Their coach comes in, and assists Akaashi in lifting Bokuto up. Bokuto lets out a cry of pain as he’s hauled up, but relaxes when Akaashi pats his back reassuringly. “You can go to sleep. I know you’re tired from being sick.” 

Bokuto flops in his arms, fever wearing him out faster than any penalty activities. “But ‘m cold,” he whines, and Akaashi can feel him shiver violently. He feels a twinge of sympathy in his chest. 

Akaashi sets Bokuto down on a futon, pulling the covers up and wrapping a blanket around him. His coach pops a thermometer under his tongue, and Akaashi holds him upright so he won’t collapse into the pillow. 

“He’s running a fever of thirty-nine degrees. If it gets any higher, we’ll have to get him to a hospital.” 

Akaashi nods, although it seems highly unlikely. “It’s a case of stomach flu, I’m pretty sure. And I’ve read that the best cure for that is to get plenty of rest and get rid of whatever bad thing there is.” 

In other words, there isn’t much Akaashi can do to alleviate Bokuto’s pain. He can only watch Bokuto as he shivers and writhes, delirious from the fever. And only for a limited time, too. He still has his duties as the vice captain. 

“Akaashi, it hurts.” Bokuto sobs, panting in harsh breaths. “My stomach hurts.”  

Akaashi places his arms around Bokuto’s middle, so that Bokuto’s head presses to his chest. “I’m here for you.” he rubs at Bokuto’s stomach, ignoring how helpless he feels in front of him. “Tell me if the pain gets worse, okay? It’s not your appendix, is it?” 

Bokuto shakes his head. “No, it’s not that bad. Just… hurts.” 

Akaashi lets him back down onto the pillow, placing a wet towel on his forehead. “I’m going to wipe your face. It’ll make you feel more comfortable.” He wipes the tear streaks and sweat off Bokuto’s skin, and Bokuto relaxes when the coldness comes into contact with him. 

“Go to sleep. You’ll feel a lot better after you wake up.” Akaashi can only hope for it to be true. He’s drawn the curtains and turned off the lights, so that Bokuto’s pained features are barely visible. 

Bokuto lets out a hiccup, and Akaashi peers into him. “Everything all right?” He knows how Bokuto will try to minimize his distress all the time, and he’s grateful for Kuroo, who called him over for help. 

***

When Akaashi notices Bokuto emitting high-pitched, wet burps, it’s already too late. 

Bokuto doesn’t seem to realise that he’s seconds away from throwing up again- he’d taken Akaashi’s advice to heart and gone to sleep, the poor thing. Akaashi grabs the bucket from beside the futon, but a splash of liquid pushes past Bokuto’s lips, and Bokuto can only turn his head sideways to prevent staining his clothes. 

“Bokuto-san?” 

Akaashi turns on the light swiftly, a decision he regrets immediately. It triggers another round of vomiting, and Akaashi barely manages to get it contained in the bucket. Bokuto is still out of it too, not realising what’s going on with himself. 

Bokuto’s eyes abruptly snap open in a panic. He opens his mouth as if to ask what’s going on, but a wave of nausea washes over him, and a thick stream of vomit spurts out of him. The bucket under his chin catches it all, as Akaashi rubs circles on his tremoring back. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Don’t cry.” Akaashi whispers, sympathy twisting in his gut at the sight of Bokuto so vulnerable. “Just get it all up. I know it sucks, but you’ll feel a lot better, alright?” 

Bokuto doesn’t answer him. He only whimpers pitifully, tears dripping out of his eyes without stopping. “I- Akaashi-” he hiccups, as Akaashi dabs at his face with a wet cloth. He coughs, and it scrapes his throat. Akaashi shushes him, urging him not to talk too much. 

“It’s going to get better. It’s all right.” Akaashi wishes that were true. Bokuto is sweating buckets, but is in no condition to take a bath. 

*** 

Bokuto doesn’t see Akaashi, when he wakes up. He’s most likely gone to practice. Like he would have been, if he weren’t so sick. His whole middle hurts from the amount of throwing up he’s done, and his clothes are sweaty from the fever. 

“Bokuto? You awake?” 

Kuroo pops into his room, holding a cup of water. Bokuto’s eyes start tearing up, as if Kuroo is some kind of deity. “Whoa, what’s wrong? Here, I got you some water. Don’t cry.” 

“Thank you, Kuroo.” Bokuto grabs the cup through tears, gulping down the water at an alarming speed. 

Kuroo blinks. “Hey, don’t drink it all in one go! Your stomach’ll get a shock!” 

Bokuto chuckles, and Kuroo’s ears go red. “Ha, you sound like my mom or something.” He notices how Kuroo’s smile softens. 

"Well, are you feeling better? How high's your temperature?" Kuroo pats Bokuto's head, laying his palm onto his sweaty brow. 

Bokuto sticks his lip out. "Still thirty-eight degrees. Coach said I can't go to practice until it's lower." 

Kuroo rolls his eyes. “Obviously. You need good bedrest. And eat something, if you feel like it.” He hands Bokuto some jelly in a packet, with a mouthpiece for sucking it out. 

“Thanks!” Bokuto places the jelly beside him, within reach. “I’ll have it when I’m hungry.” 

“Be sure to hydrate yourself. I’m glad you seem less sick.” 

***

Bokuto sips on the jelly drink that Kuroo gave to him. It tastes faintly of grapes, and requires little effort with chewing and swallowing. It feels cool and good against his throat. 

He finishes the whole packet within a few minutes. Aside from the occasional sip of water, it’s the only thing that’s been put into his system. His stomach feels full, but it’s nothing compared to the nausea he’s been through all night. 

His coach comes in with a heating pad, which Bokuto accepts gratefully. The violent shivers have stopped now, but his stomach is still sore from the heaving. 

Bokuto presses the heating pad to his midsection, his clothes absorbing all the warmth he can get. Which reminds him, he needs to change his clothes. He’s soaking with sweat, and the cooled-down water droplets are cold against his skin. He sneezes, and takes off his t-shirt. 

“Bokuto, I’ll leave your bag here. Get changed into whatever’s comfortable.” The coach says, and leaves to give Bokuto some privacy. 

Fishing out a new t-shirt and shorts, Bokuto gets changed and folds his damp clothes as best as he can. He feels much more refreshed, after feeding and clothing himself properly. 

Now that he’s feeling slightly better, he’s bored. He can’t even hear his teammates practicing from his room. He wants to hit a spike, instead of laying there with nothing to do. 

There isn’t much for him to do, and he can’t be bothered to get his phone from the common room. He lays back down and attempts to sleep, squeezing his eyes shut and groaning. 

*** 

Bokuto stirs in his sleep, and wakes up. It’s still bright out, so he couldn’t have slept for long. He wonders why he’s woken up so suddenly, until a blinding headache hits him with the force of an uncontrollable truck. 

His stomach shifts, and the room spins and tips around him. He feels motion sick from just laying there. His forehead is too hot, but his body is too cold. He reaches for the thermometer, but realises that he has no idea where it is.

Why does he feel worse? Sleeping is meant to make him feel better. His mouth is heavy with fluid gathering inside, and he’s become too familiar with the queasy feeling in his chest. 

This time, Bokuto lifts himself off the futon, wiping at his neck damp with sweat. A burp rips out of him, and he stands up shakily, using the wall as support. 

Nobody is there to help him out, this time. He’s on his own, and his stomach gurgles ominously. Sweat rolls down his chin as he crawls out of the room, eyes looking around for the nearest bathroom. 

Miraculously, the bathroom is right beside his room, only separated by a few doors. Nobody spots him as he clutches his stomach and slithers into the bathroom. He tastes a sickly sweetness in his mouth, and pushes open the stall door hurriedly. 

Nausea washes over Bokuto like a wave pool, and abates just as quickly as it arrives. He drops to his knees, leaning one hand on the wall. A drop of saliva dribbles out of his mouth, dropping into the toilet bowl. 

A groan escapes his lips. His stomach cramps are even worse. He breathes in deeply, but a heave catches in his throat, choking him. He remembers what Akaashi would tell him, when he was anxious. Breathe in, count three, hold for four, out for five. 

Bokuto shakily takes in a breath, but a wet gag seizes him as he holds it. He clenches his teeth and keeps his mouth shut. He can feel his face go red. He needs to do it the way Akaashi taught him, or else he’ll feel worse. 

A shudder jars him, and he pitches forward. Warm liquid hits the back of his throat, and this time, it’s less painful and disgusting. Of course, he’s only eaten jelly and water for the past few hours. 

There’s no use fighting it. A watery retch tears out of him, and a stream of vomit splatters into the toilet bowl. His cheeks swell until he opens his mouth to throw up, again. His stomach clenches onto nothing, and his entire upper stomach feels like it’s been squeezed like a sponge. 

Bokuto starts crying. He can’t help it. The pain is stabbing at his stomach, ripping him mercilessly. He coughs into the bowl as he heaves, refuse splattering beneath his face. 

He’s sobbing so hard, he doesn’t notice that someone’s come into his stall. He’d left it unlocked, his emergency taking priority. Someone is kneading the tension out of his shoulders, shushing him gently. 

“Shh, you’re okay. Try to breathe slowly.” Akaashi rubs his back in slow strokes, breathing in time with them. “Oh, sweetheart. I know, it sucks being sick. And just as I thought you were getting better.”

Bokuto tries to stop his sobbing, and honest to god, he does- but Akaashi’s words only have him coughing and crying harder. He only ever uses affectionate names and that sweet tone when Bokuto’s feeling really vulnerable.

“It- it’s not fair,” he cries out, as Akaashi caresses his face with soft wipes, wherever he’d gotten them from. “It hurts, I’m not feeling any better, I felt so much worse after waking up…”

“Mmhm,” Akaashi listens to him as he speaks in garbled words, nodding thoughtfully as he pats his back slowly. “You’re not feeling better after sleeping, are you? That sounds horrible. Would it make you feel better if I stayed in the same room as you?”

Bokuto nods so much that he almost collapses from dizziness, and he would have, if Akaashi weren’t there to catch his bobbing head. “It’s boring, and lonely. And I wasted the jelly that Kuroo gave me…”

“Not your fault,” Akaashi says firmly. “You’re shaking. We have to get you back in bed. I think your fever’s gone up.” He lifts Bokuto into a standing position, as he lets out a hot exhale of air. 

***

Akaashi pats Bokuto’s shoulder as he dry heaves into the trash can beside his pillow. He’s sure there’s nothing in his abused stomach anymore. Only clear spit drips from his mouth, and a whimper of pain after each gag. 

And it’s scary, because Bokuto doesn’t get sick. When he does, he bounces back from it in a day or two. Akaashi’s never won against him in any sort of physical competition, aside from eating. 

But Bokuto is weak and shivering, in front of him. “Do you think you can manage some water?” Akaashi asks, and Bokuto screws his eyes shut and holds back a retch. “I’m guessing that’s a no, then.”

Akaashi checks the thermometer, and Bokuto’s fever is climbing. “Is your stomach ache any better?” Bokuto shakes his head no, groaning and gripping his middle. “Anything you want me to get for you?”

“No.” Bokuto shakes his head firmly. “Don’t want anything. Just stay with me, please…” 

Akaashi can’t say no to his watery eyes. “I’m right here, Bokuto-san. Just promise me you’ll try and get a few sips of water in you, all right?” Bokuto frowns, shaking his head faster. “We can’t have you dehydrated.” 

“It’s just gonna come back up.” Bokuto refuses. “I don’t want to be sick again.”

Akaashi takes out a bottle of rehydration solution, uncapping it and pressing it to Bokuto’s lips. “A small amount is enough. It’s better to have something to throw up, even if it’s water.” He gently coaxes him to take a gulp, and Bokuto hesitantly obliges. 

Bokuto’s throat rises and falls as he takes sips from the bottle. Akaashi rubs his scalp with the pads of his fingers, murmuring praises to him for trying his best. Bokuto takes the bottle from Akaashi’s hands, tipping it further to drink more. 

Half the bottle is gone, by the time Bokuto is done. “Are you all right, drinking that much?” Akaashi knows he’s the one who pushed him to drink, but he didn’t expect Bokuto to have so much in one go. 

“My stomach felt empty. Thought it might help.” Bokuto hiccups, and lays back down onto the pillow. Akaashi rubs at his stomach gently, hoping that he’ll be spared from any more pain and sickness. 

Akaashi stares at him with a watchful eye. “Are you feeling any pain? Anything uncomfortable?” 

Bokuto grimaces as a cramp grips his stomach, but shakes his head. “I’ll deal with it…” 

Even though he says that, the cuff of his t-shirt is already drenched with sweat. Akaashi can tell he’s trying to push through a ton of pain and discomfort already. He can only pray it doesn’t get any worse.

Bokuto’s throat closes up as he jerks, and Akaashi has a trash can ready at his hands. Bokuto waves his hands at Akaashi’s face, shaking his head. He’s resisting it, as much as he can. 

“Hey, don’t fight it.” Akaashi whispers, running his fingers through Bokuto’s hair. “I’m sorry I pushed you to drink.” He feels immense guilt, now that Bokuto’s desperately trying to keep the liquid down. He should have waited a little more before giving him anything.

Bokuto leans over the trash can, both hands pressed firmly onto his mouth. His eyes tell Akaashi everything. I don’t want to, please, don’t let it happen to me. But as much as he wants to change places with him, Akaashi can only watch. 

Akaashi knows when Bokuto’s hit by a wave of pain. The way his eyes water and his spine curves into a c-shape. Akaashi alternates between rubbing circles in his back and stroking his hair, as Bokuto whines into his palm. 

“I feel really bad, ‘kaashi. It hurts…” Bokuto rasps out, throat scraped from stomach acid. “I can’t deal with this anymore, I don’t like it.” His unwaxed hair flops into his face, as Akaashi rubs his drenched back. Akaashi’s palm burns as he touches him, every shiver vibrating into his skin. 

“Breathe in, nice and deep. I’m right here, all right?” Akaashi guides him through it, but Bokuto clamps his mouth shut before he can fully inhale. “You have to breathe, okay?” 

Bokuto keeps swallowing convulsively, and refuses to take proper breaths. For a few minutes, Akaashi is stuck on what to do. He could blame himself for possibly making Bokuto feel worse, but now isn’t the time to pity himself. 

“Hey, it’s all right. Just let it happen. Don’t try to hold it down, it’ll hurt more.” 

Akaashi’s words are met with a defiant shake of the head. Bokuto comes close to heaving a number of times, but shuts his mouth and holds his breath every time. He doesn’t dare open his mouth to let out an exhale, for fear that he’ll throw up.

All of a sudden, a groan turns into a wet sound at the back of his throat. 

Something splatters weakly into the trash can, and tears start to drip into it. “Here we go. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Akaashi murmurs sweet words under his breath as Bokuto hacks painfully. “You don’t need to panic. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

But as Bokuto coughs up what looks like slightly green-tinted water, his breath starts to quicken, and he’s not taking in enough air before a retch pushes it all out. “Akaashi,” he whimpers, swallowing the urge to vomit. “I don’t want-” 

Bokuto’s stomach clenches, but he holds back the inevitable, shoulders shaking. Something red drips into the trash can, and Akaashi stares at Bokuto’s face, now stained with blood. 

“Bokuto-san?! Are you all right?” 

As soon as Akaashi shows the first sign of being panicked, Bokuto’s eyes widen as he starts to hyperventilate and puke at the same time. “What- what’s happening? Why is there blood in the-” 

Akaashi needs a few seconds before he can collect himself, but when he does, he realises that it’s not as serious as he initially thought. 

The blood is dripping from Bokuto’s nose, running down his face. The blood vessels 

in his nose must have ruptured, from the force of the gagging and Bokuto’s weak attempts to subdue it. 

And, at the worst possible time, Kuroo steps into the room. 

“Oh my god, Akaashi! Is he- did he just puke blood?!” Kuroo is over at Bokuto’s side in an instant, grabbing tissues to wipe the blood off Bokuto’s face. “We have to call someone! An ambulance!”

“Calm down, Kuroo-san!” Akaashi raises his voice, noticing Bokuto’s breathing hitch. “It’s a nosebleed. Bokuto-san is all right.” 

But it’s already too late. More and more dark red runs freely from Bokuto’s nose, as he sobs and coughs harder. “Bokuto, deep breaths, yeah? Don’t inhale so much. Get it out first, and then take a breath.”

Akaashi rubs at Bokuto’s back as he spits red-tinted froth into the trash can, as Kuroo wipes the blood off Bokuto’s face. “I know that was scary. It was really sudden, and none of us knew it would happen. You’re all right.” Akaashi holds Bokuto’s hand, and Bokuto grips him tightly.

Both Akaashi and Kuroo help Bokuto through his panic-induced anxiety attack, rubbing at his knuckles and whispering to him in their comforting, low tones. It takes a while before Bokuto’s breathing finally calms down, and he’s no longer breathing erratically. 

“Bokuto, you have to get some rest now.” Kuroo is firm, but his hands are gentle as he tucks Bokuto into the covers. “How’s your temperature doing?” 

The thermometer reads thirty-eight degrees, still in sick-person territory. “We’re going to have to get you home, if you’re not feeling any better after tonight.” 

Bokuto lets out a sound, like he’s been kicked in the gut. “Please, please don’t send me home! Please!” His cries are pitiful, and Akaashi’s heart feels like it’s being beaten to a pulp. 

“We don’t want to, either.” Akaashi slips into the futon with him, ignoring Kuroo screaming that he’ll get sick too. “Bokuto-san, rest up. I’ll be there for you when you wake up.” 

Bokuto closes his eyes, after hesitating for a moment. “Okay… I just want to feel better.” 

“You’re a good kid.” Akaashi pats his shoulder, as Bokuto curls up beside him. His body heat pressed next to him, like a large hot water bottle. “Go to sleep.”

***

Bokuto doesn’t feel like throwing up, when he wakes up again. His stomach cramps up, but after a few moments of squeezing his eyes shut and breathing deeply, the wave of pain decreases considerably. 

“Bokuto-san?” Akaashi’s eyes open too, and he murmurs in his drowsy voice, “are you feeling any better?” 

“My stomach feels sore, but I feel a lot better now.” 

Akaashi presses his palm against Bokuto’s skin, checking for any sign of fever. “You’re still resting today. If you don’t throw up for the whole day and your temperature is back to normal, you can come to the gym tomorrow.” 

Bokuto whines, but doesn’t protest. He’s not in any condition to be playing right now. His stomach is still gurgling unhappily, dull pain radiating around his middle. “Okay. Is Kuroo all right?” 

“Never been better.” Kuroo, who nobody knows how long he’s been there for, enters the room. “Don’t push yourself too hard, Bokuto. Your team was really worried, you know.” 

Bokuto can picture everyone on his team practicing without him, and he feels frustration. He wants to get up on his feet and run to them. But Akaashi and Kuroo have taken care of him so much, he doesn’t want to waste their efforts. 

“Okay. I’ll make sure to rest for today.” He promises, and Kuroo nods at him. 

“Good. We have to go now, but someone’ll be there in case you need anything. And make sure to drink plenty of water. You need to make up the amount of fluids you lost.” 

Akaashi runs his hand across Bokuto’s hair one last time, before getting up to join Fukurodani’s practice. “I’m really relieved you seem to be better, Bokuto-san.” He smiles, wrapping him into a small hug. 

“Thanks, guys! You’re both awesome!” 

Bokuto finds it hard to wait until he’s completely better. He loves practicing with Akaashi, and while he’s relished every second Akaashi’s spent caring for him, he’d rather have the attention on him when he’s not sick. But he’s sure Akaashi will give it to him. After all, Akaashi is smitten, and they both know it.