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littlespacereader · 1 year ago

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hi!! i just found ur account n love ur fics ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა could you do a matt murdock fic? (completely ok if not!!) no specific prompts in mind, just something including alot of comfort !! also preferably for a masc or gn reader💌 ty!!

I was looking through my inbox for a cute prompt so I could make a Valentine’s Day fic when I came across this adorable idea!!! Ahhhhh!!! Thank you so much for asking for a Daredevil fic!! Matt Murdock lives in my heart rent free! He would be such a cute CG!! I hope you don’t mind me making the reader GN so everyone could enjoy it as a Valentine’s Day fic. Please feel free to sent me another request! I love the daredevil show and would die to write another one like this! Please enjoy the fic everyone!

Happy late Valentine’s Day!💞 -Clara :)

Caregiver Little Day🧺💘

Caregiver! Matt Murdock & GN Little! Reader

Tags - hurt and comfort, tickling, surprises, picnic day, cuddling, hand holding

Nicknames - little navigator, munchkin & Dadee for Matt

Another rough day in New York City. It wasn’t really the City’s fault, nor was it my own. It just felt like life was getting harder and harder.

I’ve been working longer more exhausting shift at my job. Adding onto a long subway ride and long walk home to Hell’s Kitchen.

Sometimes Matt would be home but working on his next court case. So it would result in having a late dinner, small conversations here and there, then watching tv by myself while he went out to his second job.

Sometimes I would get home so late that Matt would already be out at his second job. I would just walk into an empty house with no one to talk to.

I can’t even remember the last time I regressed but did I need to now more than ever today. Everyone at my job was talking about their elaborate Valentine’s Day plans and what they think their spouse or partner was getting them.

With how busy things have been…I don’t know if Matt even remembers. I don’t blame him of course, he has two busy jobs! One saving lives in a court room and the other saving lives in Hell’s Kitchen. I just wish he could save me from my life.

Ding, ding. The subway arrived at my station in Hell’s Kitchen. I quickly get off and start the trek to mine and Matt’s house. The air is still chilly despite the ground hog saying spring was just around the corner.

I made my way up the stairs of my house and unlocked the door. I just wished and wished that maybe I wasn’t too late, maybe he was home and I could actually talk to him before he rushed out to be Daredevil. Maybe I would be able to tell him about my horrible day.

But my hopes were crushed when I returned to an empty house. Tears brimmed my eyes but there was no one to cry to, no one to be upset at except for the walls of the house.

I threw my stuff down by the door and just stormed off to our bedroom. I could feel myself getting upset by the second and in turn regressing without realizing it.

I grabbed my pillow, grabbed my blanket, then finally my little family of stuffies and threw it all onto the couch. I didn’t feel like sleeping but I also didn’t feel like being totally awake either, so it was a movie night with the stuffies on the couch type of night.

I quickly changed and grabbed my sippy cup from the kitchen before plopping down on the couch for the night.

I kept switching from show to show, trying to find one that helped me to relax. Stupid Valentine’s Day making me feel horrible!

Eventually when the clock hit somewhere between 2am and 3, I fell asleep while watching Blues Clues. Hoping that maybe when I woke up, Matt would be there to say good morning too.

~~~

I woke up to the smell of something amazing! Was someone cooking? I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was still on the couch. But then I was met with a smile and..a balloon!?!

Matt looked over the couch and smiled seeing me awake. He grabbed the heart shaped balloon and brought it over to where I was sleeping.

“Good morning my Valentine! Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N!”

I just stared at him, both in shock and because…well…I just woke up…so I’m like half asleep here.

“You remembered?”

“I never forgot,” he smiled back.

He rounded the couch and took a seat next to me as I sat up. He handed me the red balloon as he began to talk. “Y/N, I know I haven’t been here as much as I’ve wanted to be for you, and I want to apologize for that.”

“It’s-.” I began to say before getting cut off.

“It’s not okay. I know you don’t want to hurt my feelings but it’s not okay that you’ve been alone as much as you have been. Coming home last night to you sleeping on the couch regressed and alone finally woke it up to me that there is something wrong in our lives. Between my two jobs I haven’t been home as much when you come home and I’m sorry for that. I’m especially sorry I haven’t been here a lot for Little you.”

“But that all changes after today. I’m making sure I’m home and by your side ever night. Especially if a certain someone comes home and is feeling a bit younger,” he added poking my stomach and making me giggle.

“Sound good munchkin?” He asked. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“No more Uncle Foggy keeping you at the office?” I asked.

Matt smiled and shook his head, “No more. If he want to keep talking to me about another case he can come home and join me. But I’m sure the moment he sees little old you, he’s going to have a change of heart.”

“No more Daredevil?” I asked worried. As much as I worried about him at night, I knew Hell’s Kitchen still needed him.

“Not as often anymore. And especially not if you regress. At the end of the day you’re my first priority. Then the city.” He explained.

I took in all the information then nodded, “Sounds good.” I smiled.

“Now,” Matt clapped, “I have a big day planned for us. I overheard someone talking about a Daddy-Daughter or a Mommy-Son day for Valentine’s Day and it got me thinking. What about a Caregiver-Little Day for our Valentine’s Day?”

I gasped and smiled, “That would be amazing!”

“I’ve got our whole day planned for us, nothing too spectacular or fancy but a fun day nonetheless!”

“Dadee?”

“Yes?”

“What’s burning in the kitchen?”

“Shit!”

Matt jumped up from the couch and ran over to the stove. I jumped up and followed and there, burning on top of it was an attempt at a pancake.

“I was going to make you breakfast in bed.” Matt chuckled. I laughed too.

“We both know Claire is the best cook out of all of us.”

“Karen too, I just hate to admit it.” Matt joked.

“Want some fruits instead?” He asked as he threw out the burnt pancake.

“Yes please!”

And so that’s how our morning started. Matt and I sat on the couch enjoy our non-burnt breakfast, a nice fruit salad.

Then came the first surprise. Matt went to the bedroom and grabbed a red gift bag with another balloon attached to it. I started laughing and Matt immediately smiled hearing my giggles.

“You haven’t even seen what’s inside the bag and you’re already laughing?”

“Dadee…the balloon has writing on it.”

Matt sighed as he sat down beside me once more. He couldn’t help but smile as he turned his head towards me, “What does it say?”

“It says happy 50th anniversary.” I giggled.

All at once the two of us started laughing like crazy together. It was such an honest mistake, after all how would Matt know, but a mistake that just made everything even more funny. Plus it wasn’t the first time he’s made that mistake. Last year for my birthday it was get well soon.

After the two of us caught our breaths from the laughter, he handed me the tiny gift bag. “Here, it’s just a little something to start our day off with.”

Before I ripped the tissue paper away, I paused and looked back up at Matt, “But I didn’t get you anything.” I said disappointed.

“That’s okay, you didn’t know I was going to surprise you.” He explained but I wasn’t so satisfied. Maybe I could find something on our adventures today.

After much delay I ripped the tissue paper away and pulled out the gift. It was a beautiful and soft blanket! But not the normal type of blanket…this is a picnic blanket!

“It’s a picnic blanket!” I smiled as all the possibilities of what we could do ran through my head.

“So what do you think that means for us today?” Matt smirked.

I gasped and smiled back, “WE’RE GOING ON A PICNIC?!”

“That’s right munchkin, we’re going to have a picnic today.”

I couldn’t help but lean over and hug him. All the stresses and all the dread of the day before washing away with this amazing day that has really just begun.

We both got changed out of our pjs and then spent the rest of the morning getting our picnic supplies together. After all, you can’t really burn a sandwich…or can you?

Well with our picnic supplies, new blanket, and basket full of food, we departed our house and made our way to our favorite park.

Once Matt locked the door, he turned to me and held my hand in his, “I need my little navigator to help us get to the park.”

The compliment always brought a blush to my face. I always loved walking with him through the city. I always told him what was happening around us and the crazy sights I was sadly witnessing.

But eventually we made it to the park! Matt helped lay the picnic blanket and I started to help set out our little lunch together. Then the two of us relaxed.

Matt draped one arm around me and I leaned into his side. The air was so calm with a little breeze here and there. It wasn’t sunny, a bit overcast. But I loved the overcast weather, it wasn’t as harsh on the eyes like a sunny day was. Everything was just right.

After eating our sandwiches we started to eat a little treat Matt bought for our day as well, a small box of candies. “No more than two.” He said sternly, but he didn’t have any heat behind it.

With our sandwiches and some candies eaten, the two of us relaxed on our blanket and just felt as the breeze swept over us occasionally.

I loved to watch the clouds go by. So as each one rolled by I would tell Matt what I thought each one looked like.

“This one…looks like an elephant fishing!”

“An elephant fishing? Why would they be fishing?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s their hobby.” I giggled.

“This onnnneeeeeee looks like a…a…banana with a sun hat!” I explained.

“What? What kind of sky are you looking at?” He laughed as well.

“Oh! Oh! This next one looks like-.” It looked like a flower wearing a dress. But the dress didn’t matter. What mattered was I had a brilliant idea.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back!” I jumped up.

“Don’t go too far okay?” Matt said before I took off. I ran around the sides of the park picking flowers that had already fallen. (I wouldn’t pick and kill them!)

With my tiny collection I returned to Matt. I sat beside him and took his hand in mine. “Ta-da! Happy Valentine’s Day Dadee! It’s a bouquet of flowers! I’ll describe each one for you.”

He lead his hand and had him feel each of the flowers I grabbed. Telling him how tall I thought they were and what color the flower was. All with Matt having the biggest smile on his face.

“They all sound beautiful. But it’s the thought that means the most to me. Thank you so much Y/N. I love them.” Matt pulled me into a nice tight hug. I rest my head against his shoulder and sighed happily.

Once we broke apart we just laid together, hand in hand on our picnic blanket. I rest my head against his chest and he rested his head on top of mine. The two of us just took comfort in being with the other.

“Maybe we should bring Aunt Karen and Uncle Foggy to this park? What do you think?” Matt suggested.

“No we gotta bring them to the park on Riverside!”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I wanna show Uncle Foggy the big slide there!”

“You think he’d go down it?”

“What do you think?” I laughed.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Matt laughed as well.

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crypticcowboys · 1 year ago

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omg hi !!! i just read ur new mike hc and OMG ITS SO CUTHEUERU will cry everyday thinking abt it. but i also saw that ur requests are open for mike and i’ve been DYING FOR SOME MIKE SCHMIDT FICS the rage abt him was too short😔 i was thinking something similar with the hc that you already have but with a little angst? maybe him waking up from a bad dream and just needing his gf? i just wanna see some domesticity with him and abby and just the gf taking care of them just to help him a little THE MAN NEEDS A BREAK PLS idk i think it would be super sweet. i hope ur having a good day!! if u don’t wanna take up this request that is totally a-o-kay🩷

a/n: i am so sorry. i completely forgot about this sizzling in my inbox and it has now been SEVEN MONTHS since this movie's release. but this was such a cute idea, i needed to finish it!! im so sorry and i apologize if youve moved on from this man omg LMAO pairing : mike schmidt x gn!reader warnings : kind of heavy angst w/delving into mike's thought process, mentions of nightmares, otherwise fluff. partly proofread. SPOILERS! (but you guys... probably dont need the warning by now, right?)

mike's nightmares (dreams?) about garrett didn't really... go away after everything that happened at freddy's. sure, it gave him some ounce of comfort knowing that he'd found the man who took his brother-- one of his lifelines, away from him, and also knowing that the same man who took his brother was now dead. but regardless, it didn't take the memories nor the guilt away. mike is, and has always been convinced that everything bad leading up to now must've been his fault. starting with garrett, all the way up to vanessa's coma, no matter how many times you've told him otherwise.

and that lingering guilt seeps into his dreams, too. he's had less dreams about garrett, and he's slowly started to have actual stupid, brief, 'normal' dreams that he can't even remember once he wakes up ever since he stopped taking the ambien; he could now safely fall asleep to the sounds of your breathing, the soothing motions of your hands in his hair, and the crickets outside rather than the repetitive nature sounds on the walkman. but when the dreams about garrett happen, they're... different. they aren't the same sequence that would usually happen in his dreams like before. he can't even remember what happens in them anymore, his memory fading as soon as he wakes up as if he hadn't dreamt anything at all-- but he's always waking up with sweat condensed on his brow, his heart racing out of his chest, and a lingering feeling of dread tugging at his heart, always feeling like somebody was watching him. he'd often wake up with a gasp, or a brief shout. it brought an aching feeling like no ofher— and while he doesn't remember the dreams anymore, the aching feeling is still the same he used to get when he was searching for why, and who kidnapped his brother. and there's another overwhelming feeling of guilt too— how could he ever even think of trading his sister for garrett?

sometimes you wake up from his violent shudders or sobbing, sometimes you don't. and when you do, you're there in a heartbeat-- your body moving faster than your sluggish, tired brain to pull him close and hug him tightly into your chest as he sobs incoherent words, not caring about his cries moving through the thin walls. he'll always apologize no matter how many times you tell him that there's no need to. he woke you up. shouldn't he feel bad about that? he just doesn't want to inconvenience you anymore. but you're pulling him out of his thoughts quickly, comforting him before he even gets a chance to regret waking you up.

it doesn't take him long to calm down whenever you're around to hold him, just like how he needed. the both of you breathing softly, the only sounds audible being your heartbeat and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees outside. quiet, just what mike needed. just like what he craved, with you.

"'m so tired." he'd whisper, blinking slowly as he traced absentminded patterns on the skin of your collarbone, the repetition soothing him. he always liked doing that. and he liked when you did the same thing with him.

"i know." you'd whisper back— and he didn't need to head anything else to feel your overwhelming care for him. it was still so confusing for him to adjust to— the fact that you wanted him even after all of the fucked up shit he went through. no— you didn't just want him, you loved him. held him without a care in the world, and you'd do it in a heartbeat. you learned his body language— knowing exactly what he needed and when. you were his home— you and abby were his home.

one morning, he's waking up alone. not really something that concerned him— you had stuff to do. like work, taking abby to school when you insisted he stay home and rest. he rubs his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling for a bit longer before pushing himself out of bed— there's no use in dwelling on last night, anyways.

mike shuffles out of bed with a yawn, scratching at the skin riding up on his shirt before feeling something wrap around him at torso level. he looks down, and it's abby. he gives her a small smile, bending down slightly to wrap his arms around her, and she giggles. "i'm not supposed to say anything." she whispers, rocking back on her feet slightly. okaaay... secrets right when he woke up, just what he needed. but he smells something good— pancakes? that has him shuffling right into the kitchen, staring at you tending to the stove, the perfect image of domesticity.

as abby's shuffling into the living room to go watch labrynth once more, mike paddles behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, giving a small kiss to your collarbone as he's staring down at your perfect hands, watching you make breakfast. usually he was the one to make breakfast— what was the special occasion? "i'm guessing this is what abby was being secretive about?" he grinned softly, breathing in the warm scent of your hair. soft. you were soft.

"i told her she wasn't supposed to say anything." you replied back, giving a soft 'hmph' as you eyed abby from the kitchen with a soft smile on your face, turning the heat off to the stove before turning around to face your boyfriend. the eggs were done cooking, anyways. "just... thought i'd do something nice for you. let you sleep in a little." your voice was soft, held implications of last night's nightmares shaking mike violently awake. he... didn't get much sleep whenever they happened. his eyes fluttered softly at the feeling of your hands carding through his hair again, and he's already about to fall asleep right at the stove.

you're prepared for him to pout, claim that breakfast was his job and that you shouldn't have gotten out of bed so early with the fact that you had so much stuff to do. but instead— he gives you a soft, bashful smile as he grabs your hand gently, kissing your palm. "thank you. y'know I love you, right?" he whispered, giving you a gentle peck on your lips. fuck morning breath.

"i love you." you whispered back, moving to lean in another time before you're hearing a dramatic gag from the living room, coming from abby. you and mike are scoffing with soft grins as the both of you depart from eachother— but still never looking away.

he never really worried about his nightmares after that, anyway.

#still not over the fact that i forgot about this for over 5 months #forgive me #love writing him though #mike schmidt is autistic #mike schmidt x male reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x fem!reader #movie!mike schmidt #fnaf movie #mike schmidt x gn!reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf mike #mike schmidt x you

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daisyjonesgf · 1 month ago

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I wanna pick ur brain about how u whip up your readersonas

Do you start with the story first or a general placeholder name and aesthetic first? Or is it a bit of both like: "i wanna write a story about so-and-so and these are the major beats, so this reader needs to have this sort of personality and vibe"? Or is it an unnamed, fourth option?

I'm just finding myself struggling with my Hunger Games readersonas; maybe it's because there's very little room for out-there concepts without reinventing the wheel for the umpteenth time & just trying to figure out the names. (But honestly it's probably because I've only read the first and fifth books respectively, watched the first movie, & just know the canon beats just because... yeah 🤷‍♀️)

I dunno, I'm curious on how you piece things together when anons + mutuals aren't building off of one another (my inbox is either empty or just full of spam messages from bots & it keeps glitching 💀💀💀 hate this app/website)

most readersonas start out during maladaptive daydreams, I have always been a maladaptive daydreamer and like that's how sweet girl was born

my favorite maladaptive daydream at the time was as a girl who in her games manipulated her fellow tribute into falling in love with her so she could win and the way that guilt would follow her down (queue silver springs) and finnick was there too. but usually I maladaptive daydream about the idea of a person and the love interest just happens to be there for fun. their personality and backstory is the part I flesh out the most.

sometimes I do start thinking like oh I want an x reader aka readersona for this character and then idk there's automatic connections my brain makes and I imagine it while listening to music from there. like oh I want an eddie x reader...what if she's in a girl group that eddie hates on so like enemies to lovers. or I want a karen x reader...what if she's dating another member of the band. and I decide their personality from there yk.

the readersona nicknames I don't even consider really, I only use them for organizational purposes bc I would get confused ab which asks had to do with an ongoing x reader versus a new concept. sweet girl was just the nickname finnick used in the river so she became sweet girl. muse is just muse bc she's billy's muse. whimsy is just bc she's got whimsical vibes. I pick something that feels right based off what I already have. I just make something up.

ik that's not what this ask is about but using the opportunity to just say clarify that a readersona is *not* an oc, all my fics are basically just written in second person it's "you" that's the point. I'm never gonna have people say "Hi, Perwinkle" bc that's not her name it's just a placeholder so I know what thing we're talking about in asks and what we're discussing. If you like y/n, that's fine, I just don't, it's not me, I prefer not reading y/n fics bc the letters take me out of it. write what you want, do what you want. it's just a thing I started doing like over a year ago bc it's helpful to me

ANYWAYS sorry for the small rant guys, but yeah, that's what I do 🌟

also rereading the djats book rn so prepare for any thoughts it gives me I fear ❣️

#wanda 💋#pinkanon-com

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crguang · 2 months ago

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AHHHH that was so good i miss my wife :/. the way i also cleaned my room (i'm moving out of my dorm), drew kafka and watched a show i think she'd like...my life is so unoriginal...omg my friend sent me that art hehe. for my aforementioned fic i saw another art of kafka from that acc. it's like her curled up like a cat with light slanting across her face? that may be a scene idk yet. i've been reading thru ur fics and there's something abt the writing style, just like, the word choice in general is very like well i don't know how to describe it but it evokes a lot of melancholy, there's a sense of finality? i don't know wtf i'm talking about right now i was just in a car for 8 hours so my apologies.

anyway uhh i need some of ur input. so basically at the beginning of my fic r has joined the stellaron hunters semi-recently, and like they are also a freak about human connection so kafka is like slightly intrigued i guess? but basically r is like "wait kafka is so hot and since nothing is ever going to happen between us it's totally fine to have feelings". and i guess it's kind of supposed to be the same way w kafka. like idk if we talked abt it but kafka's cameo in 3.0 where I assume she got closer to the TB because she knew they would get their memory erased/leave. so basically the premise is reciprocated feelings but it's unrequited because they're weirdos.

i don't really know how to write dialogue for kafka? like r barely talks they mostly just like daydream and they ruminate quite a bit throughout the fic and don't really say too much of what they're thinking, so i'm not sure 😭 i haven't really written fanfic before. dw tho i plan on posting it on ao3 whenever i finish (if i do lmao) and if i end up being too shy to post i might just send it to you anyway.

also i haven't gotten on hsr in ages. like i got on some during finals but i just don't have any motivation at all. like classes ended and i don't want to do anything. maybe it's the depression but like idk it's frustrating. i just want kafka back 😭 tbh i haven't had any motivation to play games in general for a while, like all these gachas are just taking up storage. i just think it's mentally exhausting to get into new stories and stuff, like ik i'll really enjoy them it's just...idk. but i'm so bad at all the games i play i fear. the powercreep in hsr is soo bad 😭😭😭 i've kind of given up on pulling or doing any endgame. like i'm not interested in wtf is happening in hsr rn.

umm anyway that was longer than expected but it's okay if ur offline bc atp kafka should just move to a different game. but yeah hope u are doing good! wish me luck bc i have to move back in with my parents for the summer.

-🌠

the way every time something comes out like hsr news or whatever, i form my opinion and youre in my inbox a little while later typing out exactly what im thinking… and now we were doing the same thing on the same day its so crazy hdjdkdjf tbh i wrote that in because it’s what i did and i was self inserting #hard in that drabble so… i feel like it kinda shows when im truly self inserting in my kafka works because the reader is a lot sassier 😭 but anyway, ive been seeing that person’s art every day since they started the 100 day kafka art challenge and its been an absolute blessing because i dont see much kafka fanart (i have 90% of hyv twt blocked </3). so i think i know what piece you’re talking about, i love all the different ways they represent her its so cute.

as for the writing part, i think that may be because 1) im depressed lol and 2) i often write kafka from the perspective of someone who’s chasing after her while she chases a destiny bigger than they are, so it’s pretty weighty and sad. i dont really notice how my writing comes across unless the melancholy is on purpose (like when i write angst) so your input is very interesting!

mmm, what im understanding is that its mutual pining between r and kaf but they just wont do anything about it? are you asking for ways to show that kaf is pining through her interactions with r or just that you’re not sure what they’d talk about? either way i think since youre dealing with guarded kafka here, if you wanna translate her pining it would be through action more than whatever she’s saying. you can make her stare/hold eye contact longer than she has to, initiate physical proximity bc she doesnt care about that, have her be flirty but in a casual, teasing way cause that’s just how she is. i believe that one drabble i wrote about her yearning could be a good guide if youre stuck? should be under the “sat babbles” tag since i haven’t updated my masterlist, but kafka likes to talk. even if r is reserved she would initiate conversations. you can use the context of an upcoming mission or something if you just need an excuse to have them talk. ive written something about an extraverted reader but who’s just as guarded as she is— games people play? kafka’s pining showed through physical intimacy and possessiveness there. it’s all about keeping it surface level but showing some cracks here and there. kafka would talk the way she always does, it’s her actions that weigh more i would say. i hope this helps a bit😭

i really understand the burn out from gachas because that’s what im going through 😭 i dont like the direction theyre taking with hsr and the constant powercreeping and heavily encouraging players to always pull for the latest character its just annoying. i think you should take some time not doing anything cause you deserve some time off after the semester fr. dont worry abt those games they’ll always be back if u wanna get back into them

hope youre doing okay and good luck with your parents!!

#sat answers #🌠 anon

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 11 months ago

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LMFAOOOOO RUBYYYY that ask ab ur mommy!hwa series 😭 i mean i kinda get that there might be lots of people like that person who may be uncomfortable about 18+ fanfics but like????? idk why they take those seriously, tbh. it's literally a FANFIC. i dint think those that u write fanfic for would even take their time looking their name up especially here on tumblr. it is very easy to scroll away and let other people enjoy the things that they do.

is it invasive to write stuff ab how he is in bed according to his birth chart? not really but quite? however, i dont think it's something people should take too seriously. astrology is fun. his chart is literally out there for free lmao. u're doing us (whose knowledge ab astrology and stuff isnt broad) a favor. it makes us curious.

and if it's a genuine concern, idk how hard it is for that person to use a tad bit nicer language. fuming mad for something they put themselves into ijbol like plsssss do urself a favor and as per their language, scroll the fuck away???? bahdhshshsh

GENUINE QUESTION THO: what does "mommy" mean when u use it to hwa? is it also like daddy but since hwa is intuned to his feminine side, he's more of like a mommy than daddy? LMFAOFI3IJRKGJJT SORRY I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND ITTTTT : (((( coz i havent read such fic w the same theme— using mommy to a male subject. hope i dont sound rude. ><

and.. pls post more about seonghwa's natal chart observations because i enjoy yours so much. they're very detailed and i resonate with it well since i almost have the same chart as him (as i was born 8 days after him) so yeah!

LOVE UR BLOGS SO MUCH! <3

Hey! The response to this ask is legit over a year late but better late than never and I have been excited to reply to this one for awhile.

For context, this was sent after I was sent a hate anon ask in my inbox stating that I was gross for calling Seonghwa 'Mommy' and analysing his kinks in my natal chart reading.

I just don't understand why ppl won't take the easier route and just scroll, like you're expelling unnecessary energy writing and I'm expelling unnecessary cognitive energy by reading it.

The 'should ppl write smut about real life celebrities' has been a question asked for literal DECADES now and i'm always on the belief that if you don't take it srsly- it's all good.

I just watched an interview with Ryan Reynolds who admitted to reading the smut ppl have written about him and loving every second of it-

If the celebrity I wrote fanfics for actively said 'I'm uncomfortable with ppl writing smut about me' then I would respect their wishes and not do it but until then, I'm going to keep doing it.

Besides, the members of Ateez know about the fanfics written about them from that time San googled actual fanfiction on Naver in one of his lives.

And so I think they're all probably okay with it and too worried about being an idol to care about atiny's writing smut about them

I personally think my smut fics and readings are on the same level of invasiveness as 'the way I would let this man *redacted* *redacted* me'- like it's okay to say to Atiny's but maybe not so much to the members.

(although if the members read my natal chart readings I would love to get their opinion).

MOVING ON!!!

'Mommy' is just another authority title you would use in the same way as you would call someone 'Daddy', 'Sir', 'Master' etc.

It's not an age-play/age-regression thing at all and ppl confuse the two, I'm personally not into age-play/regression- it's not my thing.

For etc, my fics all use the term w/o de-aging the reader in anyway.

I wAsn't the first person who has affiliated 'mommy kink' with Seonghwa, that title goes to @hongism when I read her fic many moons ago and was in love with the concept.

I just found that the title fit with Seonghwa in such a beautiful way with his caring but dominant persona and I found it's a great way of dismantling gender norms and expectations surrounding masculinity.

In terms of not finding other male idols who have been called 'Mommy', there are a few Mommy!Hyunjin ones (I've written some too) and he's a popular idol for the concept too but there are other idols I've seen such as Lee Know and Mingi.

If you go on my blog and type in #mommy!may there are SO many fics I've reblogged where the mommy kink is used for all your smutty needs.

That's so cool you're born in 98 as well! I was born in April too so I completely resonate with parts of Seonghwa's natal chart as well.

In terms of more 18+ observation...uhh I'm not 100% certain that Seonghwa is low-key an exhibitionist but with his Aquarius Venus and the fact he looks at Atiny's with such a lustful gaze when he performs...

The chances are pretty high.

#anon ask #answered ask #mommy seonghwa #mommy!seonghwa #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez hard hours #atz hard hours #astrology ask #aquarius venus #i wouldn't be surprised if after a concert he gets so hard he has to rub one out in the bathroom you know?

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foundedroses · 6 months ago

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hi! first off, luv ur fics! im dying for more drv3 fanfics!!

could i plz ask for something for kiiruma? (miu irumaxk1b0?)

if you see this reqesut, thank you <33

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ " A spanner in the works "

pairing: Miu iruma x Kiibo

plot: when a simple, laid back Maintenace turns out to be a little more than just...well laid back.

cw: general smut ig, mild cursing, implied sexual tension, bdsm referencing, human!non-human relationship.

wc: 1.0k

a/n: hiii anon, thank u for the request! ive had this req in my inbox for a while and kinda forgot about it (so sorry!), but i finally got around to writing smt for it :) ive honestly got mix feels for miu x kiibo, but i wouldnt say i HATE it. welp, hope this meets ur expectations anon ^_~

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Miu twiddled her pen in between her two fingers. She took a good, hard look at her paperwork in front of her. Written on the page was her latest invention’s protocols. That she wrote.

“Why do I even needa’ listen to my own protocols?” She asked herself. Maybe because the last time she ignored her own safety measures, she almost set her research lab on fire.

Miu picked up the paper and leaned back in her spinny chair, feeling her back hit the backrest. She squinted her eyes as she inspected the words written on her page. “Warning…flammable…acidic…blah blah blah.”

She mindlessly tosses the paper onto her desk. The paper fluttered down onto the table gracefully and Miu stood up. She strided over to the other side of her lab and stood in front of the wall.

She gazed upon the calendar on the wall. The date, 27th of December, was circled with a red permanent marker; below the circle was also written in red “Kiibo’s maintenance”.

“Oh yeah, Kiibo’s got maintenance today.” Miu took a look at the alarm clock beside her bed. It was half past eleven. She scanned the calendar again. ‘Guess I’ll get Kiibo in here then…’

Miu grabbed the pen she was twiddling off her desk and swiped her notebook in one hand. “Lemme go find him then.”

Knock, knock.

Miu banged her fist against Kiibo’s research lab door. There was no response from inside the lab.

The girl raised an eyebrow and knocked again.

Knock, knock.

Again, no response. Miu tilted her head to the side, moving one hand onto her hip. “Huh, don’t tell me he is recharging or something.” She banged her first on the door one more time.

As she was knocking the door impulsively, the wooden door slid open automatically, leaving her knocking the air pathetically.

“I heard you for the first time, Miu.” Kiibo said as he approached the open door.

“Yeah, yeah.” Miu waved her hand in front of the robot as she pushed past him and strolled into the room. ‘Your maintenance is today.’

Kiibo pressed the bright red button on the doorway to close his lab door and turned around. “I know.” He blandly responded when he walked over to the woman in his lab.

Miu flipped back her long hair and opened up her notebook. She flicked through the pages before landing on the correct one. “ “I’m going to be checking your-” “ She began reading off her page in her notebook before Kiibo spoke right over her, ending her sentence abruptly.

“Why are you monologuing?” The robot asked. ‘Is this something that humans do when they come to see another?’

The blonde haired girl let out a hearty scoff and tossed back her hair. “What? No…I’m reading off what I wrote in my notebook.” “So…you are reading a script?”

“Why, you-!” The inventor let out a loud, highly irritated scoff and slammed her notebook shut in one hand. “Who cares, whatever! Let’s go, Kiibo!”

Miu spun around on her heels and headed straight for the lab’s door.

Kiibo watched along in silence as the girl opened the door and speed-walked out of the room.

Miu stopped walking and turned around and faced the open door. She placed one hand on her hip, waving her notebook in the air with the other. “Come on, Kiibo. I don’t have all day!” She announced loudly. ‘Some people have other shit to do!’

With a defeated sigh leaving his mouth, Kiibo followed the woman out of the lab.

Spritz, spritz.

The blondette sprayed a polishing agent onto her spanner, wiping off the grease residue with a stained, once-was-white rag. Miu tossed the rag onto the floor of her research lab and made her way over to Kiibo. “Alright! I’m just gonna start by checking if any of your bolts are loose.” She circled around the robot in front of her. ‘Or see if any of your nuts aren’t tight enough~’

Kiibo scrunched up his face. He shook his head while blushing a little. “W-What do you mean?” He asked, totally missing her sexual innuendo that had left her mouth.

Miu just giggled and nodded her head almost seductively. “You know exactly what I mean~” She sneered as she leaned closer to him.

Slowly, she ran the tip of the cold spanner along Kiibo’s armour, the sound of metal scraping against metal filled the almost silent room.

Miu let out another flirty giggle when Kiibo shuddered to the sound of the metal tool scratching along his body. “Hehe…look at you~ You’re all tensed~” She crooned, gently tapping the tool against his metal armour, the two aluminiums clanging against each other.

“Hah~...M-Miu?” Kiibo locked up his…gears, the girl’s icy glare sending shivers through him.

The girl in front of him just laughed sensually. She moved the tool off of him and spun it around in her hand. “Whaaattt?~” She giggled, tapping the spanner onto the palm of her hand while furrowing her eyebrows flirtatiously.

Miu gazed around the room for a moment before looking back at Kiibo, a almost fucked-out expression on her face. “I wonder if robots can feel horniness~” She wondered out loud.

Kiibo squinted his eyes and looked up upon the blonde woman. “W-What?...what are you talking about?” He mumbled nervously.

Miu didn’t reply; all she did was smirk with a giggle. She made her way backwards to the desktop behind her.

She chuckled seducingly before speaking. “Oh, you know…~” She slowly picked up a scrap piece of silver wire from the table.

The wire was a decent length, long enough to tie a person’s wrists together.

Miu made her way back to Kiibo, tightening the length of wire in both her hands. “This can be apart of your maintenance~”

Kiibo was simultaneously panicking. He knew the way that Miu was. She was officially the queen of acting out sexual tension, but never one to actually engage in it, which gave the robot a little hope that she wasn’t thinking of anything too crazy. And wasn’t planning to do anything too crazy.

Slapping the end of the tough wire on her hand, Miu took a few steps closer to Kiibo. “Relax, kiibs~” She twirled the wire around her finger, battering her eyelashes down at him.

‘You won’t feel a thing…~’

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#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #smut #one shot #drabble #fanfics #fan fictions #miu iruma #k1 b0 #kiibo #drv3 kiibo #drv3 #drv3 killing harmony

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kenobster · 2 years ago

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📝🗣️

please i just love u talking abt ur fics

From this ask game.

Ahhhh thanks so much, anon!!! I'm super flattered. :D

I'm still sloooowly working my way through the asks I have in my inbox, but this one luckily had great timing so I'm doing this one before the others. (Though maybe this isn't what you wanted, anon... in which case, my deepest condolences. XD)

🗣️ Talk about your favorite WIP

We are using this question as an excuse to talk about the Vader Mpreg AU, which is, in fact, my favorite AU, but also is convenient for another post I was gonna make today, haha.

For context, there are a few things you should know about me:

I did not watch The Rise of Skywalker until literally three or four weeks ago.

I have never written an mpreg in my life. (It's true that lizard brain craves noncon in a way that compels me to read the occasional mpreg... But while writing my own fic, I do try to keep lizard brain's demands as realistic and in character as humanly possible.)

Perhaps the most important thing to note: lizard brain always wins.

Anyway... this all started when I happened upon the RoS spoiler: "Rey is Palpatine's granddaughter" in the year of 2022. Having not watched the movie, I immediately wondered who the fuck the grandmother is (a question to which my actual RL mother ceaselessly chants "Mommy Mothmama" every time; do not ask me why.) Of course, lizard brain, being lizard brain, immediately headcanoned a dubiously consenting Darth Vader somehow being this elusive grandmother person. (The "somehow" was not important to lizard brain.)

For a year or so, I actually put off watching RoS — in small part because lizard brain didn't want its headcanons to be refuted. Fortunately for lizard brain, I have amazingly supportive friends who informed me that Rey is actually the daughter of a strand (aka a special Force clone) which was cast into the world only to hook up with some unknown female. Unfortunately for my friends, lizard brain realized that this information didn't refute its grandma!Vader headcanons at all. Quite the opposite in fact. 🙄

Thus, began the saga of lizard brain's precious Vader Mpreg AU.

In summary, Palpatine creates a synthetic uterus to host an ordinary clone of himself. Then, he implants the uterus into Vader's abdomen and fucks the shit out of him to get some perverse dark-sided Force magic going. Why, you ask? :) Well, dear anon, in order to transform this regular clone baby into a strand of course, lizard brain replies. :) :) :) To be clear, there is no creation of a vagina nor any other method to give birth. Instead, this strand baby, once ripe for the picking, is simply plucked from Vader's abdomen via c-section, and a newly prepped uterus is inserted in its place. After that, Palpatine repeats this process and all of its trial-and-error glory every nine months for the rest of Vader's life. (But don't worry; Vader will eventually flee to Obi-Wan, who is horrified to find his once-Padawan eight months pregnant.)

Honestly, excepting dubcon/noncon, this actually isn't that weird for me. Lizard brain already possesses a plethora of headcanons in which Palpatine modifies Vader's body. The uterus implanting kinda just feels like an extension of that. (For an example of these headcanons, urinary and intrarectal catheters have been installed into Vader's body, not out of medical necessity, but because it would be inconvenient for Vader to have to pee and poop while dressed in the suit. For another, maybe Palpatine put in a full-blown mechno spine replacement to eliminate bothersome nervous-system functions such as the registration of pain.)

In fact, while this body-modifying headcanoning won't enable live births or lactating breasts (for now.... please don't tempt my lizard brain), it will go beyond the uterus. :) For example... prepping Vader for sex sounds like an incredibly tiresome task, and it's not like anyone else can do it. Vader doesn't have any limbs, after all. Instead, Palpatine wonders, why not have Vader's anus be self-lubricating in way similar to that of a vagina? Why not scifi-gene-splice the shit out of that butt canal? Why the fuck not?

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

I feel like the above AU description is pretty clinical, so I thought it would be fun to bring some emotion back to it via the use of a snippet. So, enjoy the wildly inappropriate noncon of a pregnant male villain:

At some point, he realizes the truth—that it isn't him being fucked into the mattress, face down, ass hooked on his Master's cock. Sidious isn't fucking Darth Vader or even his body. Sidious isn't even fucking Anakin Skywalker. In actuality, Sidious is fucking the uterus. The womb. The fetus. The uncast strand, the unborn infant. In actuality, Sidious is fucking himself. The truth of it has him choking on the respirator, on a dry and tearless sob, because this isn't about him, none of this was ever about him, it's about what Sidious wants, what Sidious likes, what Sidious craves. Vader is only the conduit of this ritual—far less than a pet or even a slave. Once, yes, he may have been an object of Sidious's obsession, and maybe he liked that, maybe he liked the way that Sidious took pride in what was once his greatest creation, in twisting Anakin Skywalker into this charred and rotten beast of a Sith. Because, even loveless, Sidious's pride burns value into Vader's flesh. Makes Vader feel as if he matters, as if he's worth something, as if he can live up to the magnitude of the pressure smothering him from the inside out. Punishment, after all, and pain and strife and sorrow, are their own kind of affection, ideal for the swollen carcass of need festering within his chest, and often better than the shame that blooms with praise. Right now, as his sphincter clenches around the cock inside him, as the base of his spine shoots overwhelming pleasure upward, as a fetus kicks at its shrinking walls pressed against the mattress, Vader finds that he is being neglected. The absence of Sidious's intimacy leaves his furnace-heart chilly and black and hollow, and he chokes and sobs and chokes and sobs, and the monotonous blue-blue-blue of this bedroom becomes half-blurred and dizzy as a torrent of tears spills from his right eye's still-functioning tear duct. The thrusting crests, and tapers out. Sidious's breathing evens, but Vader's choked sobs just won't die.

I would say I'm sorry, but I am who I am lmao.

#kb post #kb wip #vaders uterus #game #reply #anon #anakin #vader #palpakin #CW noncon

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huntingingoodwill · 1 year ago

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Hiiii

Perfect time for me to unload those dreams on you cuz I’ve gotten my period yet again 😀 (relating to my Daniel dream)

Your opinion on rafe is maybe half true? I think he’s supposed to hate his dad although I’ve no clue, I still have not watched the show. I only like him cuz he’s hot 🙈

The dream with him was so like out of body but not cuz it rlly felt like I was there?? Idek how to explain it was wild. I think it had to have been a rlly old college campus and we were just chilling on the couch of this beautiful house. It was prob a frat house or something but I think I was watching too much scream queens so the house is just huge and beautiful with so much warmth and wood everywhere. Drooling for the interior design here before I even get to the man 😭

I am truly just so touch starved and wanting to be in a relationship cuz legitimately it was the most cozy and domestic vibe ever we are just lazing on this couch him laying back on me I’m playing with his super soft hair😩 also somehow my younger sister is there? Jump scare😳 we’re just arguing about this amazing flowering tree in the neighbors backyard (it must have been the prettiest tree ive seen in my life) and I’m going to google it cuz I must prove my point duh and I do this in real life where I sometimes need a moment to think about how to phrase a question or search to actually get the answer i need and of course he knows that so being the bestest boyfriend there is he just grabs the phone from me and searches up my first attempt at phrasing. I took it in the best casual dominance way ever paired with silence encouragement that my phrasing was right on the first try and I don’t need to overthink so much 😍😍 and then he just grabs my hand and interlocks (SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP MY ROMCOM DREAMS COMING TRUE) and everything just settles I completely forget about what I searched and don’t even care about the answer anymore just enjoying the feeling of holding hands and staring at this tree and the breeze coming through the window 💖💖💖

And then of course since it’s on a college campus I’m somehow whisked away to help at some random event and then I wake up 🥲

This was terribly long for me to truly relive this amazing dream that I hope I’ll never forget

Pls share any cool dreams you’ve had and I’ve rlly gotta find someone to request writing a fic for this 🤔

-😊💕

hiiii

lmao at this point i feel like you send me asks based on your cycle which im not really mad about bc that’s hilarious

girl i know all about liking men just because they’re hot don’t worry

shut up i LOVE SCREAM QUEENS nobody talks about that show enough. im very much a chanel oberlin.

dan kinda has frat bro vibes. is that controversial.

wait this is such a pleasant dream 😭😭 that’s so nice all my dreams are fucking weird. like ive had multiple dreams where i shot my friend and everytime it happens i report it to them irl and we laugh about me murdering them in my sleep that’s how u know ur friend is a ride or die

ALSO IM SORRY ik u sent me another ask and i was in the middle of replying it and it disappeared 😭 like it’s not in my inbox or drafts or anything 😭😭😭 sorry about that

#asks

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zyafics · 1 year ago

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omg hi!! hope ur doing well i love ur writing btw, (play fake is one of my fav fics ive EVER read!!)

could u do a fic where rafe and reader are like best friends, and they’ve always both kinda liked each other but they dont really act upon it, until rafe gets a buzzcut and reader starts acting like real shy and clumsy around him bcs she’s shocked abt how he could get even MORE attractive, and then he gets linda confused so he asks her why she’s acting so different and then she tells him? make it as smutty and fluffy as u want! 🫶🫶

first off, ily 🥹 and omg, YES!! i've been thinking about this ever since i got your req in my inbox, so here's my very earnest attempt at doing it justice 🩷

REALITY CHECK | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Oneshot) | x Wildflower!BSF!Female Reader

Word Count — 5.3k.

Content — 18+, fluff, smut, soft!Rafe only to reader, protected p in v, oral (female receiving), lots of banters, and nicknames used: baby and wildflower.

Dedication — to @mintforadollar for helping me with the nickname and to @erwinsvow for her lovely fic, which i drew inspiration from and have been obsessing over for the past two weeks!

lıllılı Wildflower by 5 Seconds of Summer

"I want to run away."

It takes a moment for Rafe to register your confession and his response is a drowsy laugh. "Buy a guy dinner first."

You let out a groan, slumping against your wrinkled sheets and abundant pillows spread across your bed. "I'm being serious, Rafe. I'm tired of this house. It's too empty and quiet. I can't stand it. At night, I think I can hear my skin buzzing."

Rafe is accustomed to your sporadic calls regarding whatever issues you had with the world. Last week, it was about the insufficient amount of family portraits that frame the halls of your mansion.

"Maybe you just need to change your sheets."

"Stop!" You chastise. Rafe chokes up with another beat of laughter, low and rich with the deep timbre of his voice. The sound temporarily draws you away from your rant, igniting a small ember in your stomach. You brush away those tingly thoughts. "You're not listening to me."

"I think I'm listening to you perfectly fine, wildflower." He reassures, the solemnity of his tone takes you off the edge. Rafe shuffles on the other line, moving to a sitting position against his headboard. "What do you want? Do you want me to come pick you up?"

You cower from his offer, tucking one of your pillows under your chin. "You don't have to..."

"Don't get all shy with me now. You can't act this way when you're waking me up in the dead of night to report about your getaway plans."

"I feel bad."

Rafe sighs, getting off his bed. He knows the outcome of this conversation and rather prepares himself for the short drive. "I'm heading over."

"I could walk."

"It's freezing outside."

"Your house is down the block. I can survive."

"I'm already out the door. Just stay put." Rafe announces and before he's about to disconnect the call, he adds. "I'm serious."

He arrives in record time. Honking his truck with no regards for the nearby neighbors and you pad downstairs with a bag, descending down the driveway to the passenger side of his truck. A little shiver travels down your spine at the cool North Carolina weather.

"God, what did I tell you?" He scolds, noticing your lack of outwear, and reaches for the blanket in the backseats he keeps just for you. He throws it at your face, suffocating your air with a fluffy white fleece. You roll your eyes, covering your shoulders with it as Rafe reverses. "Where do you want to go?"

"Thought I'm supposed to buy you a meal first."

He doesn't bother entertaining your retort with a glance and flicks the side of your head with his fingers. You giggle. "We're not running away."

"Who said you're included in this adventure? I remember it being a one-person job."

Rafe scoffs. "You can't run away. You'd miss me too much."

"No, you'd miss me too much." You tease back, watching his lips pull to an upward curve at your words. It makes your heart flutters, knowing you always manage to get this side of Rafe. To the rest of Outer Banks, Rafe is seen as a precarious, self-absorbed playboy, but to you, he's your best friend.

And a little more.

The truck parks on the roadside of Tannyhill, the silhouettes of the estate surrounded by shadowy oak trees and a deep reflection of the moon on their waterfront view. Rafe doesn't make a move to leave, nor turn off the engine, before he turns to you.

"You okay?" He asks gravely, all humor stripped off his handsome features. You feel the air of your lungs stolen, at the amount of attention he's paying you, and the atmospheric change turns you to a bashful version of yourself.

"Fine." You answer, looking to your lap. "You know..."

Despite your house being a near-identical model to Rafe's, you hate yours. It's nothing about the architecture but rather the emptiness of the hallways. The cold floors sweep with minimalist decors. The echoes in the chambers where you can hear every little whirl in the air conditioner and creaks in the pipes. You'd rather be at Tannyhill.

Rafe doesn't say anything for the next few moments, observing you, before conceding a sigh. "Tell you what. I'll take you out on the Druthers tomorrow. We'll go bright and early, sail out for a couple of hours, watch the sunrise and it'll be something."

You lift your head, eyes lit up. "Is this our escape?"

"We gotta come back, though."

You frown but the offer remains enticing. It's better than nothing.

"Okay, deal." You nod, holding out your pinkie finger. Rafe scoffs at your gesture, but nonetheless, returns it. "Don't look so glum. You get to hang out with me."

"You do realize we have about three hours of sleep?"

You glance at the clock on his dashboard. He's right. But, you don't want to hold it off till another day. "I can go by myself. Just give me the keys for tomorrow."

He rolls his eyes, as if he would even consider that suggestion, and shakes his head. "I'm coming with you."

"Aren't you afraid you won't get your beauty sleep?"

"Shut up and get in the house."

You laugh and hop out of his truck. When you enter through his bedroom, you throw your bag to a random corner and stroll over to his closet in search for one of Rafe's tees to sleep in.

When you settle on something, you strip out of your clothes—in the middle of his bedroom, just as Rafe enters—and exchange it for his shirt. He had little regard for your act, having grown accustomed to you changing in front of him and vice versa.

All Rafe does is pull off his own shirt, because he likes to sleep naked, and turns back to you. Unlike him, you're never going to get used to seeing him naked—the defined muscles of his chest, the toned planes of his abs, all those hours spent at the gym are clearly not wasted.

You flush, realizing you're ogling him longer than appropriate, and lift your gaze to find a smirk curving his lips. "Oh, shut it," you push his shoulders, causing him to laugh. He takes the opportunity to capture your hand, pulling the both of you onto his mattress, and you yelp.

Rafe changes your position so you're facing him, an arm sprawls over your waist, and there's about a couple of inches of space between the two of you. Here, in the low streams of the moonlight glistening through the veiled curtains and the faint aroma of his cologne on his pillows, you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears.

You say nothing. He says nothing, You stare into his cerulean eyes, knowing all this little emotions you're feeling all over—the light pricks on your skin where he touches you, the lapse in your breathing from how attentive he is, and the sharp incline of your heart rate pulsing through your veins—is because of him.

His voice is low when he says, "you know you're my best friend, right?"

You couldn't find it in you to answer. You just nod.

Rafe swallows hard, not having the ability to string together the next sentence. Instead, all he does is nod along, leaning forward to place a light kiss on your forehead, before falling asleep.

The next morning, just an hour before the sunrise, Rafe and you head to the ports to board the Druthers. Despite the lack of adequate sleep, you were giddily and strumming with high energy. He holds out his hand to guide you up the stairs, afraid your enthusiasm would cause you to miss a step.

When the Druthers is far enough from shore, it pulls to a halt, gently bobbing on the ocean waves of the tame morning. You settle on the deck and Rafe slides into the spot next to you. Here, you have the perfect view of the sun slowly rising from the horizon, painting the sky in a palette of red, orange and yellow.

You're grinning. You're feeling much better, especially after your melodramatic episode. Your head rests on Rafe's chest, observing the skyline until the sun reaches its acme, while he watches you. Something about you, happy, content, and with him brings a warmth no one can replicate.

"We have to go swimming." You announce suddenly, twisting your head to look at him with excitement bubbling on your features, doe eyes pleading with a want.

His expression is flat, trying to contain his emotions. "It's seven in the morning."

"So? When has that stopped me before?"

"It's freezing cold."

"That's your excuse for everything." You scoff, before tilting your head in a challenge. "Are you scared of a little water, Rafe Cameron?"

There's a twinkle in your eyes, something about the way you talk to him, he would never allow from anyone else. It's just you. He had to look away, pretending to shake his head from the idea but knowing, at the end, he lost.

With a long dip into the ocean, you swim around the Druthers with light splashes thrown in his face, causing Rafe to chase after you for your little stunt. When the pair of you returned to the boat, dripping wet on the floor deck, laughter exchanging at the break of dawn.

"You cheated!" You accuse, grinning.

"I did not. You're just slow."

When you change out of your bikini and Rafe changes out of his swim trunks, you return to the cockpit where Rafe dons a new attire: khaki pants, a polo shirt, and his backward baseball cap. The air shifts, a more solemn expression on his face.

"You had enough now, wildflower?" He tips his head to your direction, as you approach him. "Ready to return back to the real world?"

You groan. "What's so special about that place?"

"Nothing that matters to you," he declares, "but I have a couple of errands I have to run today. I have to get back, but I won't leave until you're feeling better."

"Hm." You consider your satisfaction. Standing before Rafe, you watch as his lips curl in amusement at the way you're mauling through the finer details. The itinerary of your day and whether it was enough. When your eyes lock with his, you offer him a sweet smile, albeit a little reluctant.

"What?"

You don't answer him, reaching for his hat and taking it off his head, before plopping it over your own as a keepsake souvenir. "Now, I am."

—

After spending your afternoon with Topper and Kelce at the Country Club, distracting them from their tee time with your commentary about their swings, Rafe finally arrives to join you.

But it's different.

When Rafe said he had a couple of errands to run, you didn't ask for their specifics. He just said he'll join you later and you were content with that assumption.

You should've prepared yourself.

Rafe got a new haircut; a buzz that took away his dirty blond locks and a clean fade on the sides. For some reason, it makes your heart accelerate. Your breath shortens. Rafe has always been attractive before but now, you couldn't even look at him.

When he tries to approach you in greeting, you dip out of the way and return to Topper and Kelce. However, in the middle of your path, you nearly tripped over some hazardously-abandoned golf club one of the boys threw out, but Rafe caught you. A hand on your elbow, his brows drawn together in concern.

"You good?" He asks. You can't help but let your eyes stray up to his hairline, finding it voided of the curtain bangs it previously occupies and the strands you like to mess with. Your gaze instantly drops to the ground.

"I'm–I'm fine." You stutter, heat rising to your cheeks from the embarrassing fact that you couldn't even make a clean getaway. Rafe helps you find your balance and you slip out of his grasp as you excuse yourself back to the other Kooks.

That's how the rest of the evening went. Through another round of golf and a dinner at the restaurant inside the Country Club, you try to ignore Rafe to the best of your abilities. It was a difficult task but a necessary one. Your emotions were fuzzy and harder to control. You couldn't even look at your best friend without flushing or revealing everything on your face.

You thought you could wait it out till you get home.

"Come on, wildflower." Rafe grabs your wrist, just as you're about to join Topper in his car, and you turn to face his contempt expression. Annoyance written over his features. "I'm driving you home."

"No, it's fine. Top said he can give me a ride—"

"We live nearby each other. There's no point for Top to do all that. Right?" Rafe cuts a hard look to the blond in the driver seat, to whom easily backs off with two hands raised in surrender. Coward. Rafe turns back to you. "Let's go."

You end up in the passenger seat of his truck. On the long drive back to Figure Eight, you were uncharacteristically quiet. Often, you would fidget with the stereo, messing with Rafe's presets on country and rap stations, to which he always has to swat your hands away. Today, you sat obediently in your seat, hands tucked between your thighs, looking anywhere but Rafe.

"You're not going to listen to music?" He asks, trying to cut the silence. You shake your head.

"I'm not feeling it."

You try to count the seconds. You try to distract yourself by looking out the window and listening to the chirps of crickets coming out, but all you can focus on is the sound of yours and Rafe's breathing. The acute awareness of something in the air. The amount of space between the two of you. The way something deep in you changed about him.

It isn't his fault. Whatsoever. It's all yours. All those times spent at Tannyhill, stealing his shirts to wear to sleep, cuddling up in his bed after sneaking out of your estate, running around with Rafe doing god-knows-what. You developed something for him. A crush. An inkling.

You always told yourself you could control it. It's natural for best friends to like each other at one point. It'll fade away eventually.

But, unfortunately for you, that isn't the case. it got worse. It grew more desperate. With each inching territory into something else means a larger consequence it can have on your friendship.

You can't lose him.

"Hey." Rafe calls out, his voice softens considerably from the aggression he used with Topper a while back. You don't turn to face him, despite that being his sole objective, and you respond back with a light hum. "Am I driving you home or Tannyhill?"

To you, those are the same things. Home is where Tannyhill is, where Rafe is. But, you knew what he was referring to.

"Tannyhill." You answer in a chipped tone. "I forgot my bag."

"Of course, you did." He teases, trying to break the tension with some lightheartedness. It doesn't work. You don't answer, too lost in resisting the urge to look at him.

Rafe sighs when you refuse to acknowledge him and turns back to the road. That's when you spare a glance from the corner of your peripheral; just a small peek.

And there he is: Rafe with the fresh shave that is such a strange yet welcomed sight. It brings out a clearer definition of his handsome features, the planes of his sharp profile, the cut of his jawline and the wrinkles around his eyes you always adore. It's too much for you.

You can't let him know that.

He's your best friend.

When he reaches Tannyhill, you leap out of the moving vehicle and race up the porch. You take the hidden key from under the mat and turn the lock, slipping into the familiar foyer and up the large stairwell.

Racing against an internal clock, once you enter the bedroom, you search for your bag, but you can't seem to pinpoint its location. When you manage to miraculously find it underneath the covers, you throw it over your shoulders and sprint to the exit.

Only for Rafe to block it.

"Why are you in such a rush?" He asks, his brows furrowed together as he examines you. You quickly drop your gaze to the ground, pretending to be interested in the patterns on the marble.

"I just..." You stammer for an excuse. "I just got to get home."

"Why? You hate your house."

"I don't hate it." You lie. The conversation tips into an awkward tension—the exact thing you were trying to avoid. You think you need to spend a day, or two, or a whole week, to collect yourself and force yourself back to normal. Back to when you can look at him without revealing everything on your face.

"God, what is it? You don't like it?" Rafe laughs with an ounce of nervousness and the sound takes you back. You look up, finding him running a hand over his buzzcut. "It's my hair, isn't it?"

He didn't know why he decided to buzz it off. He just did. He didn't care if his father didn't approve or if Wheezie would make fun of him for the sudden change in appearance. That didn't matter to him.

But your opinions did.

"What?" Your lips part. Were you that obvious? "I never said that."

"You didn't need to. This entire evening, you've barely looked at me."

He's right.

"I was busy."

"Playing golf with Top? You hate that shit." He retorts, dropping his hand to his side, clenching them into whiten knuckles. "And when we were at the restaurant. You were sitting with Kelce. Why the fuck were you sitting with him instead of me?"

You swallow hard. Your throat is tightening with all the words you can't reveal.

"Maybe I just want to change it up. I am friends with them too—"

"But you're my friend first."

You scoff. "Possessive much?"

"Very." He answers nonchalantly. Your heart skips a beat. He can't say that; it's not fair. "And knowing you for so long, I know what you're telling me is complete and total bullshit."

His hand slides under your jaw, lifting your gaze to meet his, and you can't help but feel your walls crumbling. You're afraid. You're so afraid.

"Come on, wildflower." He murmurs softly, swiping his thumb across your cheek. "Tell me the truth."

You have always been able to do that. In ways. When Rafe asks something of you, you're always able to tell him straight. It's one of the qualities he likes about you. Now is the first time you're going against your nature. Because it's too close, too real, that it can change everything.

Your throat grows dry and you lick your bottom lip, causing Rafe to glance down.

"I..." You begin, trying to string together a coherent sentence that won't damage everything. He raises a brow, waiting. "Sometimes it's hard for me to look at you."

You close your eyes after the confession. Your heart is in his hands.

All the air in the room stills, as if the air conditioner turns off and you're all left with a tense, palpable silence. You can't bear it. At least, at your house, you can blast your speakers on full-volume to create some level of noise and block it out. Here, all you can hear is the thumping of your heart in your ears.

"Say something." You urge.

"Sometimes it's hard for me to look at you too."

Your heart drops. You think he doesn't understand. He thinks you can't stand him physically, especially after his haircut, and this is a similar sentiment shared by him about you.

He doesn't feel the same way.

"Oh."

You open your eyes, trying hard not to cry. You can feel them swelling with hot tears but you blink fast, trying to not let Rafe see.

He immediately recognizes the look, drawing back his hand. That’s not what he meant. "Don't cry."

You're not doing a good job at hiding anything today. "No, it's okay," you say with a crack voice, "you don't have to—"

"No, fuck," he swears, "what I mean is that, sometimes, when you look at me, I just—" He couldn't explain himself, not in time, not in the way he wants, that he covers your eyes, flooding your vision with darkness and heightening every other sense.

Rafe releases a deep exhale, collecting himself. "Those eyes..." He mumbles, the resonance of his voice so close, it's as if he's right beside you. You feel his breathing fanning against the curve of your neck, raising goosebumps. "They drive me fucking insane."

Then, he kisses your neck.

The act jolts you by surprise.

"Everything about you drives me insane." He confesses against your heated skin, the vibration of his words sending straight tingles through your body. "I can't go a day without thinking about you. About wanting you."

Not just as a best friend, but as a whole. Everything about you he needs. In his life; forever. Sometimes, he can't believe you exist.

You're overwhelmed with all these new emotions. Your heart is swelling. "Rafe..."

"You're my best friend, right?" He muses, delivering kisses up the column of your throat to the underside of your jaw, and making his way closer to your lips. "But you're also the only one for me."

Before he gets to your mouth, you grab his wrist, the one holding you blindfolded. He stops in place—afraid this is your time to reject him.

"Rafe." You breathe out. "Can I see you?"

He slowly removes his hand, allowing your vision to flood back with his presence. This time, the sight of Rafe doesn't push you into overdrive. There's a new sense of clarity and calm, an elated comfort you don't share with anyone else.

You take your time drinking him in. From his face, to his lips, to the fresh haircut you're feeling entirely too grateful for. You do it all without fear.

"What?" He demands, his insecurities skyrocketing through the roof. "Don't like it?"

"I love you."

His heart lunges in his chest. He couldn't believe the words coming from your lips. When it completely registers that this is not some sweet, wet dream he's going to wake up from, his hands reach forward to cup either side of your face and he finally kisses you.

His force pushes you back against his bed and you land on the mattress with a soft thump. You laugh into his mouth and Rafe grins against your lips.

"Eager, much?"

"I wanted to hear you say that for so long." He admits, his hand travels down your waist to grab your hips and pull you closer. Rafe deepens the kiss, swallowing the little sounds you're making, until you have to pull away to catch your breath.

You can't believe this is happening.

"I didn't know you were such a good kisser."

"Yeah? You wanna know what else I'm good at?"

Your eyes drop to his pants, seeing the subtle outline of his erection straining against his zipper, and he chuckles lowly. "You want it tonight?"

You nod timidly. Your eyes dropping to your lap again, but this time, Rafe doesn't allow you to do such things.

He grabs your chin, forcing your gaze to his. "Don't do that, baby. You know how I feel about you getting shy from asking what you want. Use your words."

The new nickname is making you lightheaded. You can't believe this is real. "I want you, Rafe."

Sweetest goddamn words he ever heard.

He tips his head to your clothes. "Take it off."

"You first."

He laughs at your competitiveness, always trying to challenge him, but he doesn't resist. He pushes himself off the mattress, pulling off his shirt and removing his pants. All that is left is his boxer-briefs, which reveals the outline of his bulge. "Your turn."

You take off your shirt and your shorts and decide, last minute, to go the extra mile and unclasp your bra too. It falls over your shoulders and you throw it out onto the floor.

Rafe takes his time, staring at your tits. He has seen you naked before, the consequence of your intimate relationship that pushes the boundaries into blurred lines and the inevitable collision of morning showers in his ensuite and drunken exchanges after parties.

But this time, it's different. This time, it's a sight that's intentional—just for him.

"Do you know how long I've waited for this?"

You gawk at him, the words send a thrill down your spine. "Do you know how long I waited for this?" You gesture back to him, at his naked frame, and he smirks.

"You got an eyeful last night."

"Oh, shut up," you use your leg to kick him, but Rafe catches your ankle in the process. Your eyes widen as he uses the opportunity to spread your legs apart, sinking between your thighs. His gaze finds your soaked panties.

His thumb traces across your panties, drawing out your wetness against the fabric and collecting your arousal. You whimper, aching into his touch.

"Rafe, please." You beg. His eyes lifts to find yours in a self-satisfied grin. He loves knowing you're this desperate for him, only him, that his fingers hook under the band of your panties.

"Lift your hips for me." He commands and you obey. He pulls off your panties and hauls you to the ledge of his bed. With that, his fingers caress your wet slit, drawing out a low moan from you. "Fuck."

He has imagined that sound a thousand times over, but it's incomparable to the real thing. To know you're feeling this way because of him. He feels himself growing harder, straining against the thin fabric and begging to be inside of you.

But he wants to pleasure you first.

Rafe lowers himself and covers your clit with his mouth. He proceeds to suck, his fingers grazing your entrance before plunging a thick digit inside.

You tip your head against the mattress, reveling in the feel of his tongue against your swollen nub, the way he thrusts into you with a steady pace and the additive finger. Your legs drape over his shoulders, closing him in.

"Fuck, baby, you taste so sweet," Rafe mumbles against you, the vibration of his words stirring something inside of you. "I can't believe I haven't been tasting you every single fucking night."

You draw out with a breathy moan, feeling yourself clench at his words. "We have all the time now."

"I bet I can make you come on my face fast, though."

You don't get a chance to entertain the response before Rafe sucks harder, pumping inside of you with a determined speed that causes you to arch off the mattress and claw at his sheets.

"Shit," you whimper, squeezing your thighs together at the intense pleasure, forcing Rafe to use his free hand to push your legs apart. You feel your climax rapidly approaching. "Oh, god, oh, god."

You come on his face, as promised, and you slump back against the bed, catching your breath. Rafe removes his hand from your cunt, the emptiness causes a little whine.

"What?" He looks at you.

"Nothing," you mumble, "I just want you inside me."

He laughs. "God, you're needy," he teases, causing heat to rise to your cheeks. "Don't worry, baby, you'll get it soon."

He goes to his nightstand and pulls out a condom. Just as he's about to tear it open, he glances down at you, extending the small square. "Want to do it?"

You nod, pushing yourself upright and taking it from his hands. You rip it open, as Rafe removes his boxers, and his cock springs free, red and swollen with a bit of precum. You smile, glancing up at him with your doe eyes. "Is that because of me?"

"Shut up."

You giggle, rolling the latex over his length, taking your time to admire his size. He's big and perfect, the tip of his cock dripping with his precum that you almost wish you could take him inside your mouth instead. However, despite the recent orgasm, your body wants him inside.

"Lay back." He commands thickly. "Spread your legs."

You do as he says, throbbing from the control he has in the room. Rafe sinks his knees into his mattress, approaching you as he pushes your thighs apart and lines his tip against your entrance, causing your breath to shorten.

"Come on, wildflower, breathe with me."

You nod shakily, closing your eyes for a moment to inhale a calming breath before he plunges deep inside you, filling you to the hilt. A gasp escapes you, his girth stretching you out, but it soon fades into a pleasure unlike any others.

"God, you feel good," he mumbles, lowering himself to your mouth and capturing your lips into a hot kiss. Your hand drapes over his shoulders as he begins to thrust inside of you. "Too fucking good."

You feel perfect. All of this is too perfect. The way you press against him, your fingernails scraping his back, the way your pussy grips him with the ideal amount of pressure, and the way your lips sync with his as if you were made for him.

The air fills with your whimpers and mewls, increasing in volume with each thrusts that enters and leaves you, while Rafe is heaving in breathy grunts and moans. He pushes your legs back, forcing the new position to grant him deeper access into your sweet cunt.

He's hitting new spots you didn't know were possible. It's making your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cries coming out with desperate pleas, that he had to cover your mouth with his to swallow all the noises.

When you feel yourself reaching a familiar high, the buzz tingling between your legs, you grip his shoulders tight. Rafe feels your walls fluttering around him, and he quickened his pace, sweat breaking across his forehead.

Your breath is heavy, your heart is racing, and as you ascend into your peak, you moan out Rafe's name with such euphoric satisfaction, he comes with you, emptying into the condom.

When he finishes, he falls into the space next to you. His breathing is rough, trying to catch his own breath, that you can't help but turn your gaze to his, examining him under this new light.

Rafe catches you staring, the way your eyes lift to his hairline, and he reassures with a soft brush against your jaw. "It'll grow back, I promise."

"it's not that." You declare, dropping your gaze down to his face. You still can't believe the embarrassment you still feel by how attractive he is. "I like it."

"You do?"

"Why else would I hide from you?"

Rafe scoffs, shaking his head with a ghost of a smile on his lips. His hand drops to your waist, pulling you closer to him until you're skin-to-skin, your breasts pressing against his chest.

"You couldn't tell me the whole time?" He mumbles, kissing your nose. You giggle.

"If I did, we wouldn't be here having sex."

He takes a moment to consider your words, before finding some merit in them. "Fair." He declares, just as his eyes find yours again. This time, he can look at you, knowing you're his. "I guess next time I get a new haircut, I can propose, huh?"

Your heart drops. Your smile fades from surprise. "What?"

He laughs at your expression. "You think I'm letting you go after this? It's either us or nothing."

Maybe reality isn’t too bad.

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leviathans-watching · 3 years ago

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heyoo

whenever u have the motivation, i love ur fics, can u do a gn reader! x solomon (fluffy) cooking w him?

cooking fics w him never gets old

tyy <3

cooking with solomon

includes: solomon x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .3k | rated t | m.list

a/n: this turned into baking instead of cooking but i still hope you enjoy lololol. my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback, so come say hi!!

warnings: language, food mention

please reblog <33

“no!” you laugh, shoving solomon away from the bowl. “you’re supposed to mix the wet and dry ingredients separately! didn’t you read the instructions?” it had been a mistake agreeing to bake simeon cupcakes with him, but a) you couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes, and b) you were taking it upon yourself to try to minimize as much damage as possible.

“instructions are for wussies,” solomon grumbles, and you groan.

“no, they’re not! maybe if you actually read the directions your food would-” you cut yourself off with a long, blown-out breath.

“my food would what?” solomon asks, putting his hands on his hips. the sight, combined with his apron, which reads your opinion is not part of this recipe, makes you want to take a picture. knowing him, he’d probably pose if you actually tried.

“nothing,” you say. “nevermind. let’s get these bad boys in the oven. we still have to make the frosting and decorations. and, ah, clean up a bit.” you look around the kitchen with a grimace. how solomon has managed to use every dish in the cabinet when you’ve been in the kitchen this whole time is beyond you, but everything is an absolute mess.

“no, what is this about my cooking?” solomon asks, dipping his finger in the wet ingredients and advancing on you. “what were you going to say?”

“don’t you dare,” you order. “solomon, don’t you fucking dare.”

with an impish smile, solomon swipes his sticky finger across your cheek, leaving a trail of butter, sugar, eggs, and oil behind.

“oh, i’m going to kill you,” you growl; solomon does not look appropriately threatened.

“yeah?” solomon taunts. “i’d like to see you try.”

what follows is not something you’re proud of. batter goes flying as you and solomon wrestle for the bowl, and when you finally break free from one another, you’re both sticky and gross. the kitchen is no better.

“simeon’s going to kill us,” solomon bemoans. “why’d you talk me into this?”

“this was your idea!” you hiss. “now c’mon. we can buy him cupcakes later, but we need to get this cleaned up now!”

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lavienjin · 4 years ago

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a (small) step forward | jjk

in which jungkook just wants a baby

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pairing: husband!jungkook x wife!reader

word count: 2,742

rating/genre/au: 18+ | domestic/est. rel. au | smut, angst

warnings: pwp • fingering • unprotected sex • creampie

author's note: for@taegularities whom requested this and i ended up writing more than intended. yes, i tried to include some angst in here because u break my heart on the daily with ur fics, bb. love u loads x

m.list | ao3

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Jungkook’s been avoiding you ever since you got back from your sister’s house.

At first, you thought that it’s all in your head – that maybe he’s in a bad mood after your niece spilled juice all over his favourite white sweater, a dark purple almost black stain permanently coating the front half, or because your mother brought up children for the umpteenth time despite you warning her not to. You’ve only been married for two years now and had agreed to wait on having children until you’re both in your own house, but with every hour you put into work and every measly pay check you bring home that immediately gets used up for myriads of bills, the dream of being a homeowner becomes further and further away.

You didn’t mind one bit, enjoying the little life the two of you had built over the last few years in your two-bedroom apartment and Jungkook seems more than happy to come home and relax after a long day at the office, whiskey in hand as he listens to his favourite records on repeat. Lately, he has not been doing any of that, nor does he kiss you on the cheek like he normally would. You chalked it up to stress after a week had gone by and he still hasn’t returned to his normal easy-going self; maybe there was a huge problem in the office that he can’t talk about yet, too busy thinking about his next move as he wonts to do.

After three weeks of minimal conversation, you begin to realise that this was not at all just in your head. Something was eating at Jungkook – taking away his once laidback attitude and leaving a strange hollow figure dressed in your husband’s clothes. It’s nearing your three year anniversary and you had asked your kind manager for the day off so you could slave away in the kitchen to make his favourite meal, hoping that it’ll somehow mitigate his crabby mood to replace it with romance instead. You laid the food out on your fanciest plates, the ones gifted by your in-laws at your wedding that used to belong to his great-grandparents. They’re beautiful, bone-white china with a golden trim and delicate blue flowers decorating the inside. Satisfied with your hard work, you glance at the clock as you wait for your husband to come home, humming your ‘first dance’ song as you clean the kitchen.

You wait.

And you wait some more.

Nausea churns in your stomach as you glance at your phone every single time it lights up, showing a candid shot of the two of you laughing and covered in cake on your wedding day, wishing – praying that it’s a text from your beloved, but all that greets you are shopping ads and random spam in your inbox.

When the door to your apartment clicks open that night, it’s past 10pm and the glass of wine you downed to calm your nerves had turned to three. Anger doesn’t begin to cover the fury in your belly as you watch your husband remove his shoes from the couch – at the messy hair and loose tie; at the shirt half-tucked into his slacks, sleeves rolled up to show off his built biceps. The image would normally make your heart flutter, but not tonight.

“Where the fuck were you?” You’re pleasantly surprised to find that your voice is calm as you take another sip of your wine.

If Jungkook is startled to find that you’re still awake, he doesn’t show it aside from a few furious blinks of his eyes. “Out with the boss,” he answers matter-of-factly. “What are you still doing up?”

You place the glass on the coffee table with a heavy sigh, answering his question with a wave of your hand as you pat the space next to you on the couch. He stalls, frozen at the front entrance for a moment before placing his things by the entrance and trudging to your seated figure, fingers raking in his hair.

“If this is about not letting you know that I’ll be coming home late, I’m sorry. My phone died and it’s a spur of the moment decision,” he mutters quietly as he takes a seat, staring into his hands instead of your face.

You quell the rage coursing through your veins, dragging your palm across your face as you inhale deeply. “It is, but it isn’t. Jungkook, can you please look at me?”

Jungkook remains stoic, still staring at his hands, saying nothing. Slowly, he drags his dark eyes over to yours and your heart breaks when you see the pain etched in the lines of his face. He seems older – mucholder than he was just a few weeks ago. You cradle his cheek with your palm, dragging your thumb over his skin as you note the dark circles under his eyes. Your wedding ring glints at the light and you’re reminded that you should be furiouswith him right now, but you can’t muster up the energy to nag, not when he’s looking at you with such sadness.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t a question nor was it an accusation, but Jungkook winces, turning his face away as though you’ve slapped him. “Jungkook, it’s our three year wedding anniversary next Tuesday. The least you could do is tell your wife what’s been bothering you.”

He exhales gradually, still refusing to return your gaze, but his tattooed hand grabs at your hand that’s still hovering in the air before lowering it to his lap. “Have you eaten?” he asks after a heartbeat.

“What? No. Answer the question.”

“You’ve been drinking wine all night. Let’s talk this out over dinner,” and finally he looks at you, a small smile on his lips, a silent promise to answer all your questions later.

You know your husband. You’ve celebrated his highs and comforted him through his lows and you hold on to that promise that he’ll talk to you about whatever it is that’s bothering him soon. So, you let him pull you into an embrace after you stand; his head tucked into the space between your shoulder and your neck as your hand rubs his back. You don’t think about worst-case scenarios when your husband shudders under your touch, inhaling deeply before letting go, the small smile still intact as he takes your hand and leads you to the dining room.

The food had gotten cold and the fancy china doesn’t let you reheat it, but though the conversation is a little stilted and awkward, it was also pleasant. He thanked you for cooking, the small smile turning into a much bigger grin as the night goes on while the two of you recount two years of marital bliss and the previous three years of relationship prior to that. By the time dinner had ended, you’re laughing and you almost forget the fact that he’s been avoiding you for the past few weeks.

Almost.

“I’ll take the dishes,” he announces, stacking the plates together and placing them gently in the sink. Jungkook turns on the tap, squirting a few generous dabs of dish soap as the water fills up.

He’s avoiding you again, hoping that the easy conversation will make you forget. You stand from the kitchen table, turning off the tap just before he grabs the first plate. “Kook, can we talk now?”

Jungkook rests his hands on the sides of the sink, eyes staring straight ahead. “Okay. Let’s talk.”

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

He rakes his fingers through his dark locks a few more times, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “I’m a coward and the biggest idiot in the world,” he admits with a shaky laugh. “I didn’t mean to avoid you – I was trying not to give you anything more to worry about.”

“You know you can’t hide things from me, baby,” you tease quietly, nudging his hip with your own. “Besides, you’re awful at keeping your emotions in check.”

The laughter this time is genuine, albeit a little muted, as he slowly brings his dark eyes to yours, raising both his hands in defeat, leaning on the counter to finally face you. “I’m sorry. I’ve been too caught up in my head and I hadn’t… I’ve neglected you a bit these past few days.”

“More like a couple of weeks.”

“My bad, I’ve neglected my wife, whom I love dearly, for a couple of weeks,” he corrects himself with a sheepish grin, musing his hair with his fingertips again. “Ever since we came home from visiting your sister, I’ve just been thinking. I know we said we’re going to wait until we buy a house, but… I don’t want to wait. I… want to have a baby. With you. And I was scared of getting rejected because we have this great plan and—”

You cut him off with a kiss, feeling the weight lift from your shoulders as you cup his cheeks in your hand, standing up on your tiptoes to match his height. You part slowly, occasionally chasing his lips with little pecks before resting your forehead against his. “You’re right, you are a coward and an idiot,” you chuckle quietly, pulling his cheeks playfully with your forefinger and thumb. “I’d love to start trying.”

Your husband is back, all smiles and dimples as he crushes you in an embrace, spinning you around as he laughs. You squeal as you wrap your hands around his neck, smushing your face in his chest.

“Thank you,” he murmurs into your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too, but please don’t scare me like that again. We’re in this together, Kook. If there’s anything wrong, please just tell me.”

“I’m sorry and I promise I’ll tell you,” he smiles, bringing your hand and placing it on his cheek. “I’m gonna make it up to you. Tonight.”

You laugh as he pulls you into a heated kiss, his large hands massaging your hips, making you groan into his lips. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth as you tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him lower as he presses you back on the counter. A familiar heat rises in your body when he tugs at the hem of your shirt, parting with your lips for a moment to discard the offending piece of clothing onto the floor.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles as he stares at you in awe. Your instinct to cover yourself wins, but he’s faster, prying your hands away from shielding your body. “Don’t. I love you. You’re beautiful.”

The kiss he places on your lips this time is gentle; sweet as his deft hands unhooks your bra as it joins your shirt on the floor. His large hands cup your tits, massaging them gently as his thumbs graze on your hardening nipples.

“Jungkook—” you moan into his mouth, your own hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt to reveal his toned chest. You rake your fingernails across his skin, loving the way he hisses under your touch as he palms your tits harder.

He tweaks your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, kissing down the column of your neck when you throw your head back, nibbling at the sensitive spot just underneath your jaw. Jungkook helps you up on the counter, finding your lips again as he works to remove your pants. After shimmying out of them, he pulls your panties to the side, sliding a finger up and down your wet slit.

“Wet already, my love?” he teases, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Baby, I don’t think I can wait anymore. Need you so bad—” you admit, breaking apart the kiss to help him remove the last remaining garment covering your modesty from your body. “Please, just fuck me right here?”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice, discarding his own clothes onto the floor as he pulls you in close, two fingers already plunging into your cunt while you moan around him. “Happy anniversary to my wife, as well,” he chuckles at your impatience, thrusting his fingers deeper.

Despite your protests, Jungkook’s dick has yet to replace his fingers. He continues to stretch you open, digits curling against your walls as you gush all over the counter, the wet sounds of your cunt echoing the otherwise quiet kitchen. Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, feeling so dirty for fucking in a place that isn’t your bedroom. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind as he moans along with you, watching the way you try to keep your legs open while he’s knuckle-deep inside.

“Jungkook—” you groan, throwing your head back as you grip the sides of the counter for balance. “Gonna cum, please… want your cock so bad—fuck!”

“Cum on my fingers, baby, then I’ll give you my cock, hm?”

You careen over the edge, toes-curling and the barest whisper of his name falling from your lips as the orgasm washes over you. Jungkook’s hand eventually slows before stopping completely, eyes zeroed in at the way your pussy clenches around his digits. He drags his eyes over your fucked out face, at the hair that’s surely plastered on your forehead and the way your chest rises and falls as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Beautiful,” he repeats. “I love you.”

“I – fuck – love you too,” you chuckle, shuddering as you come down from your high.

Jungkook plants another kiss on your lips and slowly, he pushes the head of his cock into your dripping cunt. It’s a good thing he didn’t heed your impatience because despite how often you fuck, he still manages to give you a good stretch, your body writhing as you keen at the feeling of being so full. His thrusts are slow, letting you get adjusted to his length before he starts fucking you in earnest, hips snapping furiously as he drills your tight cunt.

“I’m going to fuck you so full of my cum, baby, shit! You’re going to take every last drop, hm? Ah—fuck – you’re going to look so beautiful pregnant with our kid. I’m gonna make sure to fill you up every day for that to happen.”

You can only nod and whimper, fingernails trailing red streaks on his biceps as he continues his brutal pace. He holds you down with a strong grip on your legs, groans of your name spilling from his lips.

“Jungkook, fill me up, baby. Cum inside me; fuck a baby in me, please!” you urge, vision spotty and cheeks burning at the sounds of wet skin slapping against skin.

“Fuuuck, I’m cumming—” he growls for a final time, pushing his cock so deep inside you as he fills you up completely, ropes of his thick cum coating your walls as he shudders out a gasp.

When the both of you come down from your high, you’re left breathless, limbs sore and exhausted from fucking on such a hard surface that you asked Jungkook to help you down. He chuckles as he carries you over to the bedroom, but judging from his eyes gazing intently at your soiled cunt, and the twitch of his cock as it starts to harden again, you guessed that there’s no way you’re sleeping that night.

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Your husband no longer avoids you. Whether it’s a quick ‘I love you’ and a kiss on the cheek as he rushes to work or a slow morning sex in the shower, Jungkook makes sure to remind you how much he cares.

In fact, when you walk into your office that Tuesday morning, you’re greeted with your coworkers gathering around your cubicle and when you got closer, you can see why. Larger than life, is a bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, and a note tucked in between the petals is one written by Jungkook in his messy handwriting.

“To my beautiful wife, happy anniversary. I love you,” it reads simply.

You chuckle as your coworkers express their jealousy over your doting husband, thanking them as they scatter to their desks after congratulating you. Placing the grand arrangement of flowers on the corner of your small desk, you smile adoringly at the thoughtful gift, rereading the card over again. Nervousness settles in your stomach throughout the day because that night, you have your own news to share with him.

One that might involve a tiny pair of shoes.

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greenapricot · 2 years ago

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i saw 'box angst' and had to fling myself into ur inbox (ha, box) I AM INTRIGUED!! may we hear more?

It's set not long post-Degüello (as you might have imagined). After rereading it, I realize it's nearly a completed fic (now tentatively titled Illusion). So, here's the beginning, but look for the full version coming to an ao3 near you probably in the next week :)

Ronnie’s in a pub. Not one of his usual haunts. Those are all dead to him now like he probably should be. It’s a startling thought. Uncomfortable. It’s been a month since he got out of hospital and the thought keeps popping up; a sinister thing constantly hovering just at the edges of his vision. A black mark on every day. He can’t seem to get rid of it, and hasn’t managed to grab it and crush it to nothing either. Whisky helps. Mostly. He downs the last of his whisky and gestures for another, shifts on his stool and pulls out a cigarette, lights it, watches the smoke swirl around him as he exhales. He meant to leave Oxford. The night they let him out of hospital he was going to drive away, leave his flat and his things and never come back. But fit to be released didn’t mean actually fit, not by a long shot. There was no one there waiting for him. He hadn’t expected there would be. But he’d hoped, somewhere small in the back of his mind, that maybe Fred would have come. After negotiating the bus, he was exhausted, weak. He walked into his flat, stumbled to the bedroom without turning on the lights, lay down on his bed in the dark in clothes still crusted with his own blood. He didn’t have anyone to bring him a fresh set.

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lokis-army-77 · 3 years ago

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id love anything more with percy!! ur fics are always a joy to read <33

Unladylike

Percy Dolarhyde x female reader

Word Count: 3000

The reader is sent away by her father and gets a welcome surprise when she is out exploring after leaving the train station.

Warning: mentions of drinking, fluff maybe

A/N: I hope this makes sense because it felt like it was dragging on to me and I deleted a lot lol. Probably not my best work. There may be a part 2, idk though, because I wrote some more but didn't feel like it would have worked if it were included.

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My father always thought I was a difficult child. I was always running around with the boys in town, getting into trouble, acting “unladylike” he would say. I think that’s what happens when you never have a mother figure in your life and you are surrounded mostly by men from the day you are born. The word “tomboy” was thrown around as a descriptive word for me since I could walk. I was never one to wear dresses and play house, I liked being outside in the dirt and mud, playing rough.

At twenty-three, being an unmarried, wild, rambunctious girl meant I was putting my father at wit's end. I was too old for finishing school and it wasn't like we had the money for that anyway, so the only other option was for me to go and visit my great aunt in San Fransisco for a while until my wild nature could be snuffed out and a suitable husband who would be able to control me was found.

What my father didn’t know was that I had already found someone I wanted to be with. Percy Dolarhyde. He was the only one in town that didn’t care for my rambunctiousness and my hatred for dresses. He loved me for who I was and couldn’t have cared less if I were wearing pants and covered in mud.

The last straw, for my father, I think, was finding Percy and me out by the river one day, with a few of the other young men watching as we wrestled in the grass. If I hadn’t been yanked up by the nape of the neck like a mother cat would do to her kitten, I would have won our little match.

I had been dragged all the way back home and told I wasn’t allowed from my room until I had packed all my clothes into a suitcase.

When I hadn’t packed anything in two hours, my father stood at my door and forced me to, watching all the while.

“What’s this about?” I asked, groaning as I shoved the last of my blouse into the case.

“I have no clue what to do with you anymore. I can't get you under control, so maybe your great aunt Mavis can. You’re leaving on the first train to San Fransisco in the morning. I’ve already sent a telegram so she knows you are coming.”

“What? You can't do that!” I yelled in protest.

“I’m your father, I can and I will.” He turned to walk out of the room. “Now, stay put, and clean yourself up.” He slammed the door as he went.

The next morning I woke up to my father shaking me awake after the sun had risen, it couldn’t have been later than seven. He shoved a dress into my arms and told me to put it on. Saying something about how even if I don’t act like one, I should look like a put-together young woman.

Not wanting to argue so early in the morning, I begrudgingly put the frilly light blue dress on. I looked like a porcelain doll whose hair had been “fixed up” by some little girl with less than adequate skill.

Then, still being confined to my room, I was brought breakfast before we set out for the train station to catch the ten o’clock train.

As I trailed behind my father, Percy and our group of friends followed behind, making comments about the dress. I turned and gave them all a look that said I would kill them if they said another word.

“Where are you going all dressed up, hum?” Asked Percy quietly as he walked in step beside me.

I looked at him, anger burning in my eyes. “I’m being sent away.”

Percy stumbled to a halt causing some of the guys behind him to bump into him before he came back to his senses and caught back up to me.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I have to go to Sacramento for the foreseeable future so be “tamed”, or so my father says.”

“You can’t be serious?” He said, shocked.

“Oh, I am. But don’t worry, I'll be back.” I told him, as I grasped his hand in mine, something I had never done before in the presence of anyone else.

“Uh, what are you doing?” he asked, looking down at our intertwined fingers.

“I’m holding your hand dumb ass, what does it look like?”

“Yeah, but why?”

“Because I want to. What? You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I like it. It’s just that everyone can see that we are holding hands.” He said as he pointed around with his free hand.

“I don’t care anymore, I might not be able to see you for a long time,” I huffed. “Let them all see.”

We walked hand in hand behind my father until we made it to the communal barn. There, waiting for us was a wagon, which would take my father and me to the train station in the next town over.

While my father was busy putting my bags away and checking the horse, Percy took me over to a secluded corner, away from prying eyes.

“I love you.” He said sweetly before placing his chapped lips on mine in a sad kiss.

“I love you too.” I brought my arms around him, pulling him down into a tight, bone-crushing, hug. “I’ll be back soon, before you can blink, okay. We still have a wrestling match I have to win.” I laughed, the sound coming out more doleful than happy.

My father called my name, I rolled my eyes as I gave Percy one last slow kiss before pulling away and hopping onto the wagon. I didn’t dare look back at Percy or the rest of my friends as we rode away, knowing I might cry if I did.

An hour later at nine-thirty, we were in the next town over. It gave us enough time to buy a one-way ticket and wait for the train to arrive. The whole while I had a plan to get out of this mess formulating in my mind.

If I were to get off at the next stop, which would most likely be a few towns over, that would put me at three hours away from home, too far to ride a horse, especially by myself. Great Aunt Mavis won't know I’m missing until tomorrow evening, the time it will take the train to get to San Fransisco. I can use the money my father gave me for food to buy another ticket back here, find a horse and come back home.

But how am I going to stay in town and not be seen by him? Will Percy let me stay with him? Or I could just walk into my house and tell My father that if he wants me gone he’s gonna have to try harder. I shook my head, I had a few hours to think on the train.

My father never once gave me a proper goodbye, he only handed my bags to one of the service members who would take me to my seat before batting my shoulder and walking back down the platform.

The train car was almost empty, there was only one other lady at the far end of the car from where I had chosen a seat. I let out a great big huff as my legs hit the bench and I slowly sat down. It didn’t take long for boredom to start and soon after that, I was asleep.

I jerked awake when the train came to a screeching stop. Two hours later and I was ready to put my plan into action. Standing up, I grabbed my two bags from the overhead storage and hurriedly exited the train. The platform was bustling, full of people going to and fro, getting on and off of the train. Once out of the train car, I went directly to the ticket booth.

Behind the barred window was an elderly man, who looked like he would rather be anywhere but in that office.

“I need a ticket to Clearpeak.” I said and quickly added a “Please.”

“Well little lady, there aren't any trains going to Clearpeak today. There is one more coming from there in about an hour though.” He said in a rickety voice.

“I don’t care about the trains coming from there, I need to go there. When is the next train going in that direction?” I asked, frustrated.

“Well, probably tomorrow at elven.”

“Then can I have a ticket for then?” I asked, raising my eyebrows impatiently.

“No, you’ll have to come back first thing in the morning, sweetheart.” I grimaced as he called me the nickname. No one but Percy was allowed to do that.

“Thank you,” I shook my head and left the station quickly. I had enough money to get a room at the nearest hotel if I got the cheapest room. My only thought right now was to get out of this damned dress.

The hotel wasn’t too far from the station, just down the main road into town and to the left. It was bigger than the one back home, but that's to be expected from a town that had a railroad running through it.

The inside was also cleaner than the one at home, with less dirt covering the hardwood floors. There were actually fresh flowers in a pot set off to the far corner. Other than myself and the plant in the corner, there was no one around.

I stomped my way to the counter and rang the small bell for help. After three rings a middle-aged lady came out of the door from behind the counter.

“What can I help you with?” She asked sweetly.

“I need a room for the night, Preferable the cheapest you have. I only have six dollars, and three of those are for my train ticket home.” I pulled out the three spare dollars I had and laid them crumpled up on the wooden counter. The lady looked at me with soft eyes.

“Well, I only have a two-dollar room available, but I’ll let you have it for a dollar, just don't tell no one. Then you’ll have a dollar for supper and a dollar for breakfast in the morning.” she smiled, took one dollar from the crumpled pile, and pushed the rest back to me.

“Thank you.” I took the key that dangled from her outstretched hand.

“Have a good evening!” she called out as I started up the stairs to my right, lugging my heavy bags up the stairs two flights.

The room was small with a disproportionately large queen-sized bed shoved in the middle of the back wall. A small window above the rot iron headboard let in enough light to see.

Closing the door, I threw my bags to the ground and plopped down onto the bumpy mattress. Groaning I rubbed my hands over my face. “What the hell is wrong with him? Who does he think he is? Shipping me off somewhere to some lady I’ve never even met.” I said aloud, filling the silence of the room. My questions went unanswered as I laid and thought.

Finally, after a few minutes, I stood and stripped off the frilly light blue fabric. Rummaging through one of my bags on the floor, I pulled out a pair of worn trousers and a plain cotton blouse. At last, I was back in clothes that didn’t make me feel like a clown.

In order to cure the boring blandness of being in a hotel room, I decided I would go out and explore, feed my curiosity. There were a lot of women in fancy dresses walking around with their parasols and men in their nice clean suits.

As I passed by the others walking down the road back towards the train station, they all looked at me, crazy like. A girl in pants sure did stick out like a sore thumb in a place like this. I just gave them a look and went on my way.

The train whistle sounded as the next locomotive from Clearpeak roled out of the station. I was heading to the right, straight to the saloon, when I heard my name being called by a familiar voice.

Whipping around, hair flying, I looked for who had called out to me. Standing on the stairs of the train station was Percy, with his hat in his hands. I stood in shock as he jogged over to me, the spurs on his boots, ringing.

When we got to me, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me to him, picking me up and spinning us around.

I smiled and laughed, “Percy, what the hell are you doing here?”

He placed me down on my feet, smiling widely. “Well, I figured I would follow you, bring you back home.”

“How did you know I was here?” I asked, arms still around his neck.

“I didn’t. I was prepared to go all the way to San Francisco but I saw you walking down the street when the train was about to take off.”

“That’s so sweet.” I cooed. “Thank you for coming to my rescue, Pers, but I can handle myself.”

“Oh, I know you can.” He caressed the stray hairs away from my face. “But I wanted to come get you.”

“Well, there isn’t another train back until tomorrow, so we have a while. I was just on my way to grab a drink.” I pulled away from him, taking his hand in mine. “Now I have a drinking buddy.” I tugged on his hand in the direction of the saloon.

Now, seeing as I am “unladylike” in everything I do, it seems fitting that when I drink, I drink. Percy and I had been throwing back whisky for a while now and to be honest, I should have stopped maybe ten glasses ago, but that's usually what happened when we both drank together.

We would usually get drunk, seeing who could drink the most without blacking out, and then leave the saloon only to go drunkenly terrorize some person in the street or go somewhere private to be more alone.

Once it was dark, we both stumbled our way back to the hotel room. We were loud as we both tripped over the slightly raised threshold into the room. My laugh filled the air around us.

“Be quiet,” I giggled, putting my finger over my lips. “There are people trying to sleep.”

“Oh, fuck them.” Percy just waved his hand as he drunkenly tried to take off his vest.

“I’d rather fuck you.” I laughed again, as I tried to not so subtly flirt with him. I closed and locked the room door before kicking off my boots and quickly tackling Percy into the mattress, pinning him down roughly.

“Ow, what are you doing?” He mumbled into the sheets.

“I told you we have a wrestling match that needs to be finished. As I recall, before my father showed up, I was kicking your ass.” I snickered as I pushed into his back harder.

I let out a yelp as I was thrown off of Percy's back and sent flailing onto the bed. “I think it’s cute that you think you were winning.” He hovered over me smiling.

“I was, jackass, now let go.” I tried to pull my arms from his grasp but unfortunately, they held firm. So, I resorted to planting my feet on the bed and pushing my hips up as hard as I could, throwing him off balance and almost off the bed. I rolled out from under him when I felt his hands were no longer grasping onto me.

Pushing myself up, I was now standing on the opposite side of the bed as him. We stared each other down. He feined right like he was going to run around the foot of the bed but I stood my ground. Then he jumped onto the bed and over it, reaching out for me. I squealed before running around the bed, barely escaping him.

We went at it for almost ten minutes, one of us would catch the other but some home escape the hold. It would have probably gone on longer if not for the loud knock that sounded at the door and a deep man's voice yelling for us to be quiet.

We both laughed, becoming unexpectedly tired, both from the heavy drinking but all the running around as well. Trying to settle down after having so much fun was a task in and of itself. We were holding onto each other beneath the covers but I would end up laughing and that would send Percy into a fit, which in turn would make me laugh harder.

“Alright, darlin’ you have to be quiet,” Percy said sternly before placing a hand over my mouth, muffling my noises.

I pushed his hand away. “I can’t, I don’t know why I’m laughing anymore, I just am,” I said, another fit of giggles racked through me.

“Here,” he said, throwing the covers off of himself and going to pour a cup of water from the pitcher in the corner of the room. “Drink this and calm down.”

“Thank you,” I said taking a deep breath as I sat up. He placed the glass into my hand and I greedily gulped the water down. I handed the glass back to his waiting hand before snuggling back into the warm sheets.

“Better now?” He asked, laying back down behind me. His arm came to rest over my waist, mulling me in closer to him. I just nodded my head, feeling my eyes becoming droopy. “Good, now get some rest.” I felt him place a gentle kiss on my shoulder before I closed my eyes and let sleep take over me.

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marquez-junky8920 · 3 years ago

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hi!! always love reading ur fics! just wondering if u could do one for remy gardner where u find out that he is moving up from moto2 to motogp? just something fluffy and cute where you’re both super happy and excited and that if that’s alright :) thanks heaps!! <33

Author's Note: First off, let me say that I am SO sorry that it took me so long to write this. I remember you sent this request before but my tumblr inbox ate a couple of my requests and they went into ✨the void✨ Second of all, I hope you enjoy!

Dream Come True

You were sitting in your living room scrolling through your phone when your phone notified you that your boyfriend had texted you.

Rems ❤️

I can't wait to see you. I just boarded my flight.

You

I'll be waiting for you at the airport! I love you. Have a safe flight. ❤️

He'd been gone for 2 weeks in a row now for circuits that were in Europe. You loved seeing him chase his dreams in Moto2, but it was difficult sometimes when your schedules didn't match up and you couldn't attend these races with him. But this coming weekend, he was finally home in Australia for his home GP and both of you were stoked for it. With a little under half of the season left to go and Remy leading the championship, there were loads of things to be excited for. Especially when this was such an important race in the championship. If he won the race this weekend, it would keep him very safely in the 1st place championship standings. But even if he didn't, you'd still be incredibly proud of him and all that he's accomplished this season and in his career.

9 hours seemed to crawl by so painfully slow. You drove to the airport and found a parking space fairly quickly, not really rushing into the airport because you were almost 30 minutes early. You just couldn't sit home and wait anymore so you thought maybe waiting at the airport would make it better. It didn't. Those last 30 minutes felt longer than the 8 1/2 hours you'd spent waiting at home. But it eventually did pass and you walked up to the screen displaying all of the incoming flights. You found Remy's flight number and saw that it said arrived, trying your best to hold in your squeal as you watched people slowly start flooding into the terminal. You were beginning to think maybe it was the wrong flight, but your doubts were proven wrong when you saw that unmistakable head of brown hair walking up the terminal.

Wasting no time at all, you ran up to him, not caring who you may or may not have pushed out of the way in the process.

'Hi!' You squealed, smiling from ear to ear as you stuffed your face into his neck and inhaled his scent. Home...

'Hi baby. How are you?' He chuckled, squeezing you into that hug like his life depended on it.

'I'm better now that you're home safely. I'm going with you for the next GP. It sucks to be away from you for 2 whole weeks.' You said, setting your feet back down on the ground and walking with him to baggage claim.

'I know. The next race after this is in Japan, are you sure you can make that?' He asked.

'If I have to quit my job and find another one that will allow me to go to the next race, I'll do it.' He laughed at your determination.

With his bags secured, you walked out to the car with him and got into the car to drive home. During the drive, he told you about all of the interesting things that happened during the race weekend, good and bad.

'And then I had a meeting with Tech 3 about a potential deal.' You whipped your head to look over at him.

'Tech 3... As in MotoGP Tech 3!?'

'Yeah.' He laughed sheepishly. 'They want me on the team for next year.'

'Oh my god babe! That's incredible. Did you accept?' You squealed, slapping his arm excitedly.

'Not yet. The contract is still in negotiations, but they gave me the salary I wanted and it's a step in the right direction. They're supposed to give me a call on Friday to let me know if the contract is ready to sign.'

'And today is Wednesday. Oh gosh... We have to wait 2 more days.' You groaned as he laughed at your reaction.

'You're too adorable.' He shook his head and kissed your lips across the center console of the car. Just then, you pulled up in the driveway and helped him unload all of his things so that he could decompress a little bit before the craziness of a race weekend started all over again tomorrow.

~~~~~

Today was Friday... The day that Remy hopefully would get a call back about the MotoGP offer. You were in hospitality watching him top the second free practice session and anxiously awaiting him to get off the track. At this rate, he'd pass into Q2 with flying colors.

About 30 minutes later, the session was over and he came to sit with you in hospitality.

'So?' You asked, chomping at the bit to see if there'd been a call yet. He looked disappointed as he looked at you while drinking his water. Your heart sank to the floor.

'I didn't get the call today.' He said.

'Oh honey... I'm so sorry. I know how hard you've worked for this.' You got up and went to bend over to hug him in his chair.

'I know...' He hugged you back and when he pulled away, he had a piece of paper in his hand. 'That's why they handed me the contract to sign on the spot. No phone call needed. You're looking at Tech3's new rider for next year.'

'Oh my god! Baby I'm so fucking proud of you! This is so incredible. I'm so happy for you.' You cried, hugging him and kissing his face everywhere you could think of.

'Thank you babe. I couldn't have done it without your support. I owe a lot of this to you and everything you do for me.'

'Oh stop it.' You blushed before looking at the contract he held. There, in cursive, black letters was his name. Signed and official.

'I can't believe this. You've made it, love.' You cried, both of you now getting emotional as his lip quivered when he hugged you again.

'I fucking did it.' He said, his voice wobbling. That just made your heart soar with happiness and pride.

'Now you win this race this weekend. You got this, alright love?' You said, wiping the tears from his face as you hyped him up. He nodded and let out a breathy laugh.

By Sunday, Remy was the fastest rider on the track. Best pace, best timing, and best strategy on how to win this circuit. You had complete and total faith in him that he would win this circuit and maintain the championship lead for the rest of the season. The signing of the Tech 3 contract was the feather in his cap that he needed to be able to push through and win it all.

'C'mon baby, you got this.' You whispered to yourself, hands over your mouth. You weren't able to hide the nerves anymore as Raul Fernandez was right on his rear tire on the last lap. It was overtake after overtake and the battle was so intense, you started to feel your toes cross.

'Yes!! He fucking won!' You cheered with Remy's team as they celebrated a much deserved win. After the victory lap, Remy came back into parc ferme and curled forward on his bike. You could see his shoulders shaking from the tears streaming down his face inside his helmet. This was the reality setting in of not only winning the race, but realizing that his dream was coming true of moving into MotoGP. He finally hopped off his bike and ran over to you and the team, welcoming the love and support that showered him.

'You did it my love.' You shouted over the cheers, kissing the chin of his helmet and smiling through the proud tears.

The podium ceremony was probably one of the most emotional ones you've ever experienced with him. When he came off of the high and settled into the bus with you, he turned to look at you and said something that you will never forget for the rest of your life.

'I hope you realize that you mean everything to me.' He kissed your forehead lightly as you smiled to yourself. 'I can't wait to marry you one day.'

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