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mrs-weasley-reid · 1 year ago

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SUIT JACKET

Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader ↳ part 2 here

Sypnosis: Aaron Hotchner seems to love his suit jacket on you. WARNING: nothing besides a few curses (I think) A/N: not my gif, ctto! This was also sitting on my drafts for almost a year and barely proofread, so I apologize for the errors.

Sunday, March 11, 2:04 AM

"Thanks, unibrow." You grinned drunkenly, smiling at your boss, SSA Aaron Hotchner, as you collapsed in the cab's backseat. His suit jacket kept you cozy and covered like a cocoon while you comfortably giggled at the applied inside joke of his new nickname.

With Penelope's constant peer pressure, your inhibition has reached rock bottom eleven shots, five cocktails, and two whiskey glasses ago. You downed liquor like water, easing your stiff shoulders.

Aaron only stared at you with the same impassive face he had and shut the door before the cold caught you. He hunched in front of the driver's window, "This woman is a federal agent, and if something happens to her, I'll hunt you down. Please, drive her home safely." He straightened back up, casually tapping the vehicle's roof.

The cab took you away only after Aaron snapped a picture of the cab's plate number. He sighed as the vehicle slowly disappeared from his line of sight. He twisted on the balls of his feet, met by his other children, agents drunkenly calling his name.

Tuesday, March 27, 10:14 AM

You scurried out of the elevator, weaving through the sea of agents in the bullpen and then to the conference room where everybody was already settled in.

"So sorry! There was this son of a b—" You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, clenching your fists. Then, you exhaled profoundly with a calm smile at the end. "I got in a car accident. Go on, Pen. Sorry for interrupting." You took a seat between Aaron and JJ.

JJ turned to you, "Are you okay?" Her hand gently landed on one of yours, giving you a worried squeeze.

You gathered a smile and raised a thumb, "Thick skull and strong bones. Nothing can break me, not even this unsub... whoa—" Your eyes widened a bit.

How ironic for your case to be about an unsub who performed a craniotomy on the victims. You smiled awkwardly, the similar tight-lipped smile that Spencer would always plaster on his face.

The other agents coughed a chuckle at your reaction while Penelope continued the debrief with the same horrified look.

Upon listening to the case details, you slowly felt colder, subtly rubbing the sides of your shoulders. You were so caught up in your anger towards the guy that rear-ended you you could've sworn your body was overheating. You left your blazer somewhere and were sure it wasn't in your wrecked car.

"Alright, wheels up in 30," Aaron announced, sending everyone to get out of their seats and grab their go bags and snapping you off your trance in the process.

You rushed to collect your file copy and headed for the door but halted when Aaron called you. You pivoted on your heels, "Yes?"

He was taking off his jacket, handing it to you as soon as it peeled off his body.

"I don't think dry cleaning your suit is part of my job description, Sir." You kidded as you stared at his black jacket.

Aaron rolled his eyes. It was so rare that you had to blink twice to ensure you didn't have a concussion from your minor car accident. "You're cold." He wasn't asking, plainly stating your slight predicament.

Your eyebrows knitted, mouth slightly opened. And as if the universe was mocking you, a sudden draft slapped you in a shiver. You snatched his jacket and mumbled a small thank you.

As you walked out of the conference room, teasing eyes bore holes into your being. Each BAU team member's narrowed brows held you captive, and their loud thoughts rang in your ears. You ignored all of it, though, taming your anxiety with the warmth of Aaron's jacket.

Wednesday, April 13, 1:37 PM

"Garcia, look for old cases with one young boy as a survivor." Aaron started, listing each task that everyone was to complete.

You were so focused on the case that your next movement caught you off guard.

Your back snapped straight from the slap of Minnesota air. It was brief. An officer merely opened and closed the door, but your body was nowhere near as warm as it was a few seconds ago.

The warmth of cotton fabric soon hugged your shoulders, along with the momentary weight of Aaron's hands, before he fully let go of his suit jacket.

He continued talking as if what he had just done was normal or anything close to casualty, "Morgan and Reid, try speaking with the victim's family one more time."

Emily exchanged looks with JJ, conversing silently while you obliviously sipped your coffee.

Friday, May 2, 5:04PM

"Capital O-M-G!" Penelope squealed, drumming on your shoulders as soon as she came close.

"Garcia, breathe," JJ gently placed her hands on Penelope's shoulders, modeling a regular breathing pattern.

Emily gave you a look as she sipped her coffee, which you returned with a shrug. Penelope was ever so eccentric. You've gotten used to it over the years you've been with the team.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm good. Just that— I was— Ugh! Look!" Penelope shoved her phone in your face.

You saw a blinding blur, forcing out a sarcastic, "Wow! I can definitely see."

Luckily, JJ took it to herself to pull Penelope's phone away from messing up your eyesight and looked at the image plastered on the screen. A smirk immediately covered her lips, "Oh."

"What is it? Let me see—" Emily walked behind JJ. Her jaw dropped not long after. "Anything you want to tell us?" She cooed as she gave you the widest grin she had ever flashed, at least for that morning.

Your eyebrows clashed, and your forehead creased, "Whatever are you on about?"

"You're telling us nothing's happening between you and a guy?" Emily's grin only widened. You wondered how wide it could get, terrifying you in the process.

JJ flipped the phone to your end. The brightness of the screen stung your eyes a bit. "Want to explain this?"

Photo: It looked like the picture was cropped because you saw Derek's arm around you, but he was nowhere to be found in the image. Aaron's jacket was around your shoulders while he was behind you, glaring at Derek's arm.

"What about it?" The confusion was solid in your voice. However, you had a bit of an idea of what the three of them were insinuating.

Penelope stepped closer to you, "Uhuh, sure," she started as she zoomed in on the picture. "You're telling me you can't see Hotch's jacket on your shoulders, let alone Hotch glaring at my chocolate thunder?"

"He let me borrow his jacket because I was cold. Doesn't he always do that with everyone?" You innocently asked, looking at each one of them.

"Still doesn't explain him glaring at Derek." Emily chimed in a teasing tone, wiggling her eyebrows.

Your eyes widened, "You think Hotch was mad at me because I took it? He offered it to me, and I was cold. You think he was just being polite or?"

Penelope rolled her eyes and aimed her fluffy pen at you, "You oblivious profiler! He's jealous!"

"Uh-no," You chuckled.

"You don't believe me? Look at this."

Photo: This photo was older than the first one and might've been your third or fourth year with the BAU team. It seemed like all of you had just ended a case. You were snuggled on the couch on the jet. Aaron was draping his jacket over you.

"Who took that picture?" You queried.

Penelope raised her hand, "I was going to check in on everyone, then the camera spotted it, and I took a screenshot because I couldn't help myself. I was going to tease you about it but forgot for a very, very, very, very long time until I saw that picture from our last team night out." She wiggled her eyebrows, a playful smile on her lips.

"Looks like our boss has a favorite," JJ sang softly, looking at you with a knowing smile.

Emily nudged you, noticing the blush on your face. "You've gotta admit that's very sweet of Hotch. I think he likes you wearing his jacket." She teased, poking your sides.

"He does that to everyone, though," You reasoned. If you recall, he had offered his jacket to many people before.

"Nope, no!" Penelope shook her head vigorously with a tight lip. "He offers it to some but gives it to you."

"We had a case where it was biting cold outside. Hotch offered to help me if I needed a jacket. I said no because of politeness and shit, but he didn't insist. He didn't even offer his jacket. He offered to give me time to return to my room and grab my jacket." Emily grimaced, obviously still holding a grudge regarding the incident.

"I've known Hotch for years. Giving out his jacket was only for emergencies. If it's the only choice he had. We've had cases where a victim was a little too exposed, and his solution was to wrap them with the newspaper he conveniently found." JJ exclaimed, sorting the manila folders on her chest.

You gave it some thought and considered every possibility, but you shook your head. "He's just being nice because he's my boss. Plus, I'm still a bit tense around the team." You straightened yourself, fixing your top.

Emily cackled, "Getting flat-out drunk with us is definitely you still a bit tense around us."

"You know what I mean," You defended, blushing.

The three exchanged looks and shrugged. If you wanted to turn a blind eye, then it was your choice. But they had a perfect theory and tried to test it out.

Aaron was heading to the elevator as you exited the bullpen. The three of them grinned.

"Going for girls night?" Aaron quipped, raising his eyebrows.

JJ frowned, "We were, but she's feeling sick. I think the cold's getting to her." She gave you a pitiful hug.

Your eyes blew wide, jerking your head behind you where the other two stood with maniac grins. You knew what JJ was doing. It didn't take a second for you to figure it out. And as if luck was on their side, the elevator dinged.

You followed their figures as they piled in in the lift. You glared at them, but Emily focused on the man beside you.

You gazed at Aaron and were met with his jacket stretched out to you. Your mouth fell open, unable to breathe.

"It's cold outside this time of night. You'll feel worse if you don't layer up." Aaron cleared his throat, "Take it."

You reached for his jacket so slowly that he took it in himself to wrap it around your shoulders. "Thank you," Your voice quivered, hesitantly stepping inside the elevator.

He followed, standing beside you. You could feel the three devils behind you, preparing yourself for their constant teasing.

Unbeknownst to any of you, Aaron was holding his breath in the hopes that none of you would notice his blushing ears.

Monday, May 16, 8:12PM

The entire day has been a drag. Besides the unsub being disgustingly great at hiding his tracks in the safety of your local area, your stomach had been giving you the worst time of your life.

Later in the evening, in Aaron's orders, everyone was sent home to get some rest and start fresh the next day.

You were thankful. You needed to rest from all the stomach-emptying vomit you did in the restroom. Your acid reflux was having a field day and didn't let you get a breath. You practically lived in the toilet. You even had to call Derek and ask him to put you on speaker so you could contribute to finding the unsub. Luckily, they didn't question it.

Emily retracted away as she exited your hug, "Are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride home? We practically live in this building. I don't think they'd mind you leaving your car here for a night."

A warm smile brightened your drained face, "Yes, I'm sure. Thanks for the offer." You bid her one last goodbye before heading to your own car.

Your head was down as the day's exhaustion finally caught up. Your senses were off. You walked as if time stopped. You wondered if you should've taken advantage of Emily's offer.

With your loud thoughts and vulnerable senses, a heart attack almost killed you when a sudden cage of warmth engulfed your body. For a moment, your body wanted to fight, but it didn't take long for you to remember the familiarity of this warmth.

"What took you so long?" His voice was gentle and comforting enough to put you to sleep immediately.

You looked up at Aaron, who refused to unwrap his arms around you, "I didn't know you were waiting. I thought you went home already. Isn't Jack waiting for you? It's movie night."

Aaron smiled, "I'm taking you to the hospital to get checked. Captain Jack's orders."

You couldn't help but smile as well. He held the door for the passenger seat before jumping to the driver's seat. As you watched him go around, you noticed his scent lingered on your shoulders.

Aaron placed his jacket on yours.

"You ought to be careful," A chuckle passed your lips, "The gals are onto you."

"Why?" Aaron looked at you with a confused expression. His face made you giggle. The genuineness of his expression made you wonder his reaction if you had said the same thing two years ago.

A grin glistened on your face, "They say Agent Hotchner has a crush on me." Your voice danced with playfulness.

Aaron copied your grin and shrugged, "I'm surprised they haven't figured it out after all these years." He turned his body to face you, "So? Do you like him back?"

If only the BAU team knew how their unit chief, the SSA Aaron Hotchner, was a lot friskier than they perceived him to be, Aaron wouldn't last a day from all the teasing.

Then you wondered how the BAU team would react if they found out you and Aaron have been dating for the past two years and successfully kept it a secret from everyone except Strauss and Rossi.

Or the number of questions you'd be bombarded with when they learn that you recently moved in together with Aaron and Jack. You knew well enough that the ladies would be interrogating you like a serial killer.

You shrugged, "I heard he's got a fiancée." You fished the necklace well hidden under your shirt. A golden ring band shaped like vines with an oval-cut blue moon diamond dangled on the chain.

"Yeah..." Aaron held your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, "You wouldn't want to be in the way of that." He smiled widely, an ever-loving expression you indulged yourself with for the past two years and soon... for a lifetime.

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moonstruckme · 11 months ago

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part 1 │ part 2 │ part 3 │ part 4 │part 5 │ part 6 │ part 7 │ part 8 │ part 9 │ part 10 │ part 11 │ part 12 │ part 13

roommate!james x shy!reader ♡ 733 words

James gets the text just as he arrives home: Are you hungry?

He grins, putting his car in park as he types out a reply.

I’m wounded. We’re coming up on our one-month roommate anniversary, and you still don’t know I’m always hungry?

This makes a grand total of four texts between the two of you. You’d conversed a bit more on Craigslist before agreeing to let James move in with you, but barely. Your radio silence is much like your actual silence, but he’s happy to be making a dent in either.

Your response comes while he’s fishing his keys out of his pocket. Sorry. Want thai?

James laughs, opening the door and toeing off his shoes. He calls in the general direction of your room, “I hope you’re joking about being sorry.”

He’s hoping for maybe a reply via text, so it comes as a pleasant surprise when you appear on the stairs. You move like a ghost; if he put you and Remus in an old manor together, James is half sure it’d qualify as a haunted house.

You’re in your pajamas, which means you must already be done with work for the day. James has noticed this is one of your habits; once you’ve decided you’re staying in the house, your outside clothes hit the hamper and you’re living in fuzzy socks. These ones, standing halfway up the staircase, are blue with white stars. Something about seeing you in full cozy mode makes James’ stomach twinge.

“Do you want Thai?” you ask again, longer and in person. Several decibels quieter than he’d just been.

“Sure.” James gives you a smile, flopping backwards over the arm of the couch. He was going to cook pasta for dinner, but he’s a bit tired anyway and agreeing to the first bonding opportunity you’ve offered him takes precedence. “Do you wanna use my card, or should I pay you after?”

“Don’t.” You wave him off, already typing on your phone. “I’m getting it.”

“Not happening,” James replies. He starts digging in his pocket for his wallet, unearthing a half dozen gum wrappers and a receipt from last March. “But in theory, to what do I owe the honor?”

Your eyes flit to him, something like accusation in them. James feels his eyebrows lift. “I know you don’t have that many leftovers,” you say.

So, you’re onto him. “I cook a lot,” he replies with a shrug. “If there’s extra, someone should eat it.”

“But why not you?”

“Why not you?” he counters.

You look suspiciously as though you might be biting down on a smile. A real one. “The point is, I owe you at least a meal. Do you want to see the menu?”

“Sure, thanks.” He reaches out a hand. You come down the stairs to give him your phone, but once it’s in his hand your eyes narrow mistrustfully, fingers tightening on the device.

“If you try to pay,” you tell him, “I’ll hide the money in your room so you don’t find it until you move out.”

A laugh bubbles up out of him at your serious tone. “We live together, babe. I think I’ll come across it at some point.”

“Not with your room as messy as it is.”

Damn it, you’re right. “Fine.” James holds up his hands in surrender, credit card between his fingers. “But when I make dinner tomorrow, just eat it while it’s hot, yeah? Let’s do away with the pretense.”

You sigh through your nose, sitting down beside him with one leg curled under you. You’re attempting something that’s probably supposed to be a glare. James would hate to have to tell you how unintimidating it is, but he may if you keep it up much longer; it’s almost too adorable to take.

“I appreciate it, but you really don’t need to cook for me,” you say. “I eat plenty when you’re not here.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“That’s the point, James.” You roll your eyes, looking halfway amused. Shit, the day he actually makes you laugh he’s gonna have to bake a cake. “You’re not here to see it.”

“Do you wanna watch a movie while we eat?” He passes you back your phone, having added his order to your cart. “They’ve just added a slew of new movies to Netflix. Also, for tomorrow, do you prefer pasta or chicken?”

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minniesfiles · 4 months ago

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BLOOM WITH YOU | prologue

After years of heartbreak and disappointment, you and your husband’s dream of starting a family seemed out of reach. But miracle was a beautiful thing.

❧ PAIRING; wonwoo x reader

❧ GENRE; angst, fluff, light smut

❧ WARNINGS; emotional talk, mention of alcohol, smut [mdni], vomiting

❧ WORDCOUNT; 5.4k

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▍13 MARCH 2019

Wonwoo juggled the house keys in his hand as his tired eyes scanned the porch light flickering above. As the door swung open, you pushed past him with an exaggerated groan. The first thing you did was immediately slip off your black stilettos and drop them carelessly onto the hardwood floor.

You stumbled over to the sofa and collapsed onto it face-first, releasing a long, dramatic sigh. “Finally,” you muttered into the cushions.

The evening was long — way longer than you had expected. Your older sister and her husband threw a dinner party to celebrate her pregnancy. While it was wonderful to see your family and friends and enjoy the excitement of the news, by the time you got home, you and your boyfriend were utterly drained.

Wonwoo followed you inside, shaking his head with a small chuckle as he closed the door, locked it, and set the keys on the table by the entrance. The tranquility in your home was what you both desperately needed as the noisy evening grew longer.

“Rough night?” he teased, making his way over to you.

You rolled onto your back and glared at him playfully. “Not rough — just long. My feet are killing me. Why did I think wearing these heels was a good idea?”

Wonwoo smirked. “Because they look great on you. Totally worth the pain.”

You groaned again, this time throwing an arm dramatically over your eyes. “Says the man who spent the night in loafers.”

He crouched down in front of you, leaning over until your faces were mere inches apart. “I seem to remember you saying something about how much fun tonight was.”

“It was fun,” you admitted with a small smile. “But you know how my family gets. It’s like a marathon — Miyeon’s stories that continues on forever, dad’s terrible jokes, mum pretending she’s not already planning the baby shower…”

“And your uncle Han cornering me about investment opportunities for a solid thirty minutes,” Wonwoo added, his voice dry but amused.

You laughed. It was a soft, melodic sound that made Wonwoo smile despite his own tiredness. He leaned down further and tilted his head to give you an upside-down kiss on the lips. It was a slow, sweet gesture — unhurried, as if you both had all the time in the world. When you parted, you sighed again, but this time it was a contented sound.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you murmured with your eyes half-closed.

“I try” your boyfriend grinned as he straightened his posture.

He wandered toward the kitchen while leaving you sprawled on the couch. The sound of cabinets opening and closing drifted into the living room as he rummaged for something to snack on.

“You want tea or something?” he called out.

You lifted your head lazily. “Wine. Do we still have that red from last week?”

Wonwoo poked his head around the corner, an eyebrow raised. “You just spent the whole evening saying you’re ‘too old’ for another glass.”

“Yeah, and now I’ve changed my mind,” you said with a mischievous smile.

He disappeared back into the kitchen, and a moment later, you heard the cork pop. You sat up and stretched your legs out across the couch, wincing slightly as you flexed your toes. The stilettos had really been a bad choice, but they matched your dress perfectly, and you weren’t about to let a little discomfort ruin your outfit.

Wonwoo returned with two glasses of wine, handing one to you before sitting down beside you. You clinked glasses softly.

“To surviving the circus,” Wonwoo said, raising his glass.

You laughed. “And to Miyeon and her little bundle of joy.”

You both sipped in silence for a while. You leaned your head on Wonwoo’s shoulder while your glass rested on your knee. “Do you ever think about what it’ll be like when it’s our turn?”

Wonwoo glanced down at you, his brow furrowing slightly. “Our turn for what?”

“You know — for a baby,” you said softly.

Wonwoo took a moment to think, swirling the wine in his glass. “I think it’ll be chaos. But the good kind.”

You smiled, a dreamy look in your eyes. “I hope so. Miyeon looked so happy tonight. It’s weird to think she’s going to be someone’s mum.”

“And you’ll be the cool aunt,” Wonwoo added with a grin.

“Obviously,” you said with a mock-serious tone. “It’s basically my destiny.”

You both laughed. Your exhaustion was temporarily forgotten as you talked about the future. The conversation flowed from baby names to vacations you wanted to take before settling down.

“But seriously,” he said, his tone softening. “Did tonight…you know, make you think about what it would be like? To be parents?”

You took a sip of your wine, considering his question. “It did. I mean, it’s not something I think about every day, but tonight…yeah. Seeing Miyeon and how excited she is, it made me wonder what it would feel like to be in her shoes.”

Wonwoo nodded, his gaze fixed on you. “I think about it sometimes. Not all the details, but just…us. Having a little one. It’s kind of scary, but also kind of exciting, you know?”

You smiled at him, feeling your heart swelling at the thought. You could vaguely picture the two of you adjusting to parenthood together, having quiet moments with your child and laughing through sleepless nights.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “It is.”

You curled up against your boyfriend, and he draped an arm around you, pulling you closer as you sank deeper into the sofa cushions.

“Hey,” he whispered after a while with his deep and gentle voice.

“Hmm?” you murmured and looked up at him.

“I think you’ll be an amazing mum someday,” he said, and kissed the top of your head.

“And you’ll be a pretty great dad” you smiled.

“Pretty great? I was aiming for legendary” Wonwoo chuckled softly.

“Don’t push your luck Jeon” you teased.

As the conversation drifted on, your laughter returned. When your glass emptied, you stood to refill it. Wonwoo hesitated as he glanced at you.

“You sure you want another?” he asked.

“Why not? It’s been a long day” you said, brushing off his concern. You poured yourself another generous glass and returned to the sofa, sinking back into the cushions. Wonwoo watched you closely with his own glass still half-full.

You raised your glass to your lips and downed the wine in a single go. Wonwoo’s eyes widened slightly as he watched the dark red liquid disappear in an instant.

“Babe,” he said gently, “maybe slow down a bit.”

With the glass rim still pressed to your lips, you paused for a second. Your face was unreadable as you slowly lowered it. Your boyfriend tilted his head slightly to the side as concern flickered in his gaze.

“You okay?” he asked.

For a long moment, you didn’t respond. Then, to Wonwoo’s surprise, your eyes glistened with unshed tears. You blinked rapidly to get rid of them, but it was too late as a single tear slipped down your cheek, followed by another. You sniffled and brushed them away hastily with the back of your hand.

“Y/n…” Wonwoo placed his glass on the table and moved closer, his voice low and gentle. “Baby what’s wrong?” he asked softly.

You shook your head and pressed your lips tightly together. When you finally spoke, your voice was barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know,” your words trembled. “It’s just…tonight, seeing Miyeon, hearing everyone talk about babies and families and the future…it made me feel—” you broke off, your breath hitching.

Wonwoo placed a hand on your knee to steady you. “It made you feel what?” he pressed.

You looked at him, your eyes searching his for understanding. “It made me feel like I’m running out of time.”

“Running out of time? What do you mean?” Wonwoo frowned, his brow furrowing.

“I don’t know,” you said again, your voice rising slightly.

“It’s irrational, I know it is. But seeing Miyeon, knowing she’s already there, already starting that chapter of her life…it just made me wonder if I’m falling behind somehow. Like…what if we’re not ready when the time comes? What if we never get there?”

“Y/n” Wonwoo’s voice was firm but kind. He took both of your hands in his, anchoring you. “You’re not falling behind. And we’re not on anyone else’s timeline. We’re going to get there when we’re ready — when you’re ready. There’s no rush.”

You nodded, but the tears kept coming. “I know,” you whispered.

“I know you’re right. But it’s hard not to compare, you know? Especially with everyone watching and waiting for us to be next. We’re not even married yet”

Wonwoo pulled you into his arms and held you tightly as you cried softly against his chest. He stroked your hair in a gentle and reassuring manner.

“Hey,” he murmured. “We’re in this together, okay? Whenever the time comes, we’ll figure it out. And until then, we’re going to enjoy where we are now. There’s no rush to get to the next chapter — we’re writing our story at our own pace.”

You nodded against his chest, and your tears slowed as his words sank in. You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes.

He gave you a tender smile as his large hands cupped your face. “I love you, you know that right?”

“I love you too”

▍16 APRIL 2021

The ceremony began as the soft notes of the piano began playing. The crowd turned their heads in unison, and when Wonwoo looked up, his breath got caught.

There you were, arm in arm with your father. Your eyes were locked with his, and smile so radiant, as you gracefully moved towards the altar. Nothing else existed at that moment. The noise of the crowd, the scent of the fresh flowers, even the sun’s warmth beaming through the glass windows — it all faded somewhere into the background.

Wonwoo’s eyes stung as he fought back tears. You looked so ethereal, like a vision he wasn’t sure he deserved but somehow been blessed with. His hands fidgeted at his sides as he fought the urge to run to you and close the distance between you.

When you finally reached the altar, your father placed your hand in Wonwoo’s with a smile. “You look so beautiful,” Wonwoo whispered. You shyly smiled back and squeezed his hand as you both turned to face the priest.

The priest began as he spoke of the sacred bond between two people, but you and Wonwoo hardly heard him. Your world had narrowed to just the two of you, your hands intertwined and hearts beating in sync.

And finally, it was time for the vows.

There was so much you wanted to say, but you knew you couldn’t say it all out loud.

You turned to Wonwoo with your lips parting as you tried to steady your breathing. You rehearsed this moment in your mind so many times, but nothing could prepare you for the rush of emotion that overtook you as you looked into his eyes.

“Jeon Wonwoo,” your voice trembled as you began.

“You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember. You’ve been there through every scraped knee, every joy and every heartbreak. You’ve seen me at my worst, and you’ve loved me anyway. When I look at you, I see my past, my present, and my future all at once. You are my safe place, my home, my heart.

Today, I promise to love you for the rest of my life. Just like the way you’ve always loved me — unconditionally, fiercely, and with everything I am. I promise to laugh with you in times of joy and hold you in times of sorrow. You are my forever, Jeon Wonwoo, and I can’t wait to spend every day of my life with you.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you finished, and your voice cracked on the final words. Before the crowd could react, Wonwoo reached his hand out and brushed your tears away with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

“Don’t cry baby, or you’re going to get me started too” he lightly giggled, though his eyes were visibly glossed with unshed tears.

The crowd chucked softly as their attention then shifted to the groom. Wonwoo cleared his throat and held your hands tightly as he began his vows.

“Kim Y/n, I’ve loved you since the day you tied my shoelaces in second grade because I couldn’t figure out the double knot” he began, and the crowd laughed, while you smiled through your tears.

“You’ve been my partner in every sense of the word. You’ve challenged me, inspired me, and made me believe in the best version of myself. You are the kindest, smartest, most beautiful person I know, and somehow, you’ve chosen to spend your life with me.

Today, I promise to always choose you. To hold your hand when life is easy and when it’s hard. To celebrate your victories and comfort you in your losses. I promise to love you more every day and to always remember how lucky I am to be loved by you.”

His voice broke on the last line, and you felt another tear slip down your cheek. “I love you, Y/n,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride” the priest smiled warmly.

Wonwoo barely had time to move before you launched yourself at him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips crashed onto his in a kiss so passionate it sent the crowd into a mix of laughter and cheers.

Wonwoo, taken slightly off guard, stumbled back a little. His hands gripped your waist to steady yourselves from falling. He laughed against your lips, the sound muffled by your kiss, but he didn’t pull away. He kissed you back with equal fervor, as if the world melted away and left only the two of you.

When you finally broke apart, you were breathless and your cheeks were flushed. “I love you too, Mrs Jeon” he grinned as he caressed your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

▍14 FEBRUARY 2022

Tears streamed down your face, and the only thing that was there to support yourself was the headboard which you gripped onto as your husband pounded into you without mercy.

“Don’t stop— fuck! Baby don’t stop” you cried out.

Considering how thin the walls were, you had no doubts that your neighbours were probably cursing at your existence after having to constantly hear the sound of skin slapping and the bed hitting against the wall.

Neither of you could help it though. After all, it was Valentine’s Day. But you loved each other a little too much even on a normal day. It was what you were — a pair of extremely horny freaks who couldn’t keep your hands off yourselves.

Wonwoo’s deep grunts turned into whiny moans as his strokes began to lose their rhythm. He dipped down and buried his sweaty face in the crook of your neck while his arms went under your waist to bring your bodies closer.

Removing your hold from the headboard, your hands made their way around your husband’s torso. While your legs wrapped around his waist, locking him against your naked body.

“I love you” you moaned as your nails dug into his skin.

“I love you too baby— shit I’m close” he let out a deep groan. You could tell with the way his cock twitched inside of you, the way his thrusts slowed and uneven, the way his breaths came sharp and shallow.

“Just a little more, hmm?” he said, lifting his head and connecting his forehead with yours.

There was so much lust, yet nothing overpowered the love Wonwoo held in his eyes as he looked at you being a complete mess underneath him. He brought a hand up to your face and wiped away your tears with his thumb.

“Look at you, such a fucking beautiful mess” he mumbled before leaning in to place a sloppy open mouthed kiss over your quivering lips.

“Woo I can’t—” you cut yourself off with a high pitched moan against his swollen lips as he hit a deep spot.

“I know baby, I’m almost there” he hushed you with another sweaty kiss.

Lifting himself a little and balancing on his elbows above your head, Wonwoo began to pick his speed up. With the last bit of energy he had in him, he slammed himself deeper until you could feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. His moans were getting louder, while you were struggling to find your voice as you held onto him for dear life.

“Come with me, okay baby? On the count of three” his looked down at you, and leaned to give you a hasty kiss.

“One” he began to count, closing his eyes as he focused on the height of his orgasm.

“Two” your moans grew louder as he continued to rail you ruthlessly.

“Three” Wonwoo clenched his eyes shut, his moans overpowering yours as he stilled and collapsed over you. The moment you felt his thick, warm load shoot inside you, you gasped out loud as you felt yourself come undone at the same time.

“Fuck!” he cursed through his gritted teeth as kept himself buried inside your warm, clenching hole until every drop of his cum filled you up to the brim.

Your mind was a complete blur, and you felt as if you were on cloud nine. Your eyes fluttered open, and your head spun as you slowly came down from your high.

Wonwoo’s face was buried in your neck as he tried to regulate his breathing, but soon pushed himself up to face you. Your bodies glistened with a crazy amount of sweat, lips red and swollen.

“You okay?” was the first thing he asked as he brushed the strands of hair away from your face. All you could do was nod, suddenly feeling like you lost the ability to speak.

You then felt him slowly pull out, and the trickle of his cum oozing out of your core was almost immediate. But Wonwoo had a way of making sure none of his seeds were gone to waste — not during a time when you two were planning on starting a family.

You felt the pads of his index and middle finger brush against your slit, collecting his dripping cum before pushing it back inside. “No babies gone to waste” he teased, giving you a cocky grin as he cupped your core to prevent any more cum from slipping out.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “You know I still need to pee, right? Or I’ll get an UTI” you told him.

Wonwoo looked at you a little offended, “are you saying that I could potentially have an STD?” he questioned.

You rolled your eyes playfully, and pushed him off you until he fell on the bed next to you, “no, you big dummy, it’s just a safety precaution.”

“But what about our baby?” he pouted like a child.

“Honey I’m literally ovulating right now. The chance of me getting pregnant is very high, so don’t worry” you said, pecking his lips before sitting up.

“Hmm, okay” he responded as he watched you get up from the bed and struggle your way to the bathroom.

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You leaned back against your husband as the hot water showered over your naked bodies. His arms were wrapped securely around your waist and you rested your head on his chest, letting the warmth soothe your aching muscles.

“You okay, love?” Wonwoo murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“Just sore,” you admitted, stretching a little under the water.

“I’m sorry I was a little rough” he said, pressing another kiss on your bare shoulder.

You shook your head, “but that’s the best part of sex, I like it a little rough” you giggled.

“Of course. I forget how freaky you could be” Wonwoo chuckled.

“And yet you spoil me” you smiled against his chest.

“Always,” he replied, grinning.

When the water began to cool, he turned off the shower and wrapped yourselves in soft, fluffy towels. After getting changed into your pyjamas, Wonwoo grabbed a blanket from the bedroom, and soon you were curled up together on the couch. You snuggled against his side with your damp hair tucked behind your ears, and your husband draped the blanket over both of you.

The television played quietly in the background, but neither of you paid much attention. Wonwoo reached for his phone on the coffee table and handed you yours.

“Okay,” he said, scrolling through a delivery app.

“What are we feeling? Pizza? Thai? Sushi?”

You groaned softly and let your head fall against his shoulder. “I’m too tired to even think about food” you sighed.

“That’s not helpful,” Wonwoo teased, chuckling as he kissed your temple.

“Come on, it’s Valentine’s Day. Give me something to work with.”

“I don’t know. Something easy? Something warm?”

“So…literally anything?” he smirked.

You nudged him with your elbow but couldn’t help laughing. “You decide.”

You were too sore and too lazy to cook, even too lazy to decide what you wanted to eat, but this seemed like the only easiest option at the moment.

Wonwoo spent a few moments scrolling through menus while you lazily peeked over his shoulder. “Okay, hear me out,” he said finally, holding his phone up to show you.

“What about Indian food? Butter chicken, garlic naan, maybe some samosas?”

Your eyes lit up, and you sat up a little straighter. “That actually sounds amazing” you replied.

“Perfect,” he said, placing the order with a few taps. “Food should be here in about thirty minutes.”

You sighed happily and snuggled back into his side. “You’re the best.”

“I try” Wonwoo pulled you closer and kissed your forehead.

“But for the record, you’re the best.”

▍3 MAY 2022

Before leaving the guest bedroom, you took one last glance at yourself in the mirror. You smoothed down your navy-blue dress, and despite how bloated you were feeling lately, you were somewhat relieved that it fit quite nicely. The strong smell of roasted lamb that filled through the hallway made your stomach churn. But you swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

Wonwoo’s younger brother, Bohyuk, had just completed and graduated from his master’s degree in law. It was a huge proud moment for the family because not only did he pass at a first class honour, but also got accepted in one of Seoul’s prestigious law firms to do his internship. Tonight was supposed to be special, so you didn’t want to ruin anything for Bohyuk.

“Babe?” Wonwoo’s deep and warm voice called from the living room. He appeared at the doorframe as he adjusted the cufflinks on his sleeves. But his easy smile faltered as he studied your face.

“You okay? You look…tired.”

Not wanting to dampen his mood, you forced a smile. “Just a bit worn out from the week,” you replied as you brushed past him.

“Let’s go. Everyone’s waiting.”

Wonwoo took your hand, and you both made your way into the dining area where his parents, Bohyuk, his girlfriend, and a few other family members were already gathered.

Roasted carrots, baked fish, mashed potatoes, and lamb, the centrepiece, were among the many dishes laid out on the table as you both entered the dining hall.

Nari, Bohyuk’s girlfriend, took the seat across from you and Wonwoo. As everyone celebrated Bohyuk’s accomplishments, the room was filled with laughter and the occasional clinking of glasses. The atmosphere was light and cheerful. But you were far from it no matter how proud you were of Bohyuk.

You tried to keep up with the conversation, often smiling and nodding when appropriate. But your mind wandered. You felt your body struggling to keep pace with the world around you. The headache that started earlier that morning didn’t let up, and the scent of the food, instead of tempting you, only deepened your queasiness.

“Y/n,” Wonwoo’s mother suddenly said, pulling you back into the moment. Her tone was somewhat playful. “I was just saying, it’s high time we get some grandchildren in this family. Don’t you think so?”

Clearly, you were caught off guard. You blinked a couple of times as you looked around the table, before letting out an awkward laugh.

“Oh, I—uh—” you tried to formulate a response but found yourself stammering instead.

“Ma, give her a break. You’ve been on about grandkids for years” your husband interjected smoothly.

“Oh, I’m just teasing,” Wonwoo’s mother replied, raising her glass with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “But don’t keep me waiting too long, you two. I’m not getting any younger!”

If only it was that easy.

The table erupted in laughter while you forced another smile, though your discomfort was growing by the second. Your stomach lurched, and you pressed your hand discreetly against your abdomen. You hoped no one noticed how pale you felt or how tightly you were gripping the edge of the table.

The longer dinner dragged on, the more difficult it got to keep yourself focused. You felt as though the food on your plate was mocking you, and the voices around you were beginning to blur into a dull noise.

You pushed the salmon around with your fork, hoping to distract herself, but each bite you forced down only worsened the nausea. You sipped your water in small, desperate gulps, pushing yourself to stay calm.

“Y/n, are you okay? You look really pale” Nari, who was sitting directly opposite you, suddenly spoke up.

The table went quiet. All eyes turned to you, and you felt a wave of heat rise to your cheeks. Wonwoo turned to look at you, and his expression shifted from concern to alarm.

“Y/n?”

You tried to respond, but your stomach rebelled.

“Baby, are you okay?” Wonwoo asked once more as he set his fork down.

You felt a bitter taste rise in your throat, and soon, panic set in. Clamping your hand over your mouth, you shot up from your chair, nearly toppling it in haste.

Without a word, you ran towards the nearest restroom, ignoring the murmurs and worried voices behind you.

You didn’t stop. You barely made it to the nearest restroom and slammed the door shut behind you just in time. Your knees hit the cold tiled floor as you leaned over the toilet, the nausea finally overpowering you.

The contents of your stomach came rushing up and you heaved until your stomach was empty. You held onto the edge of the toilet, tears pricking your eyes from strain while your body trembled with the effort of emptying everything inside.

When the nausea finally began to subside, you were left feeling hollow and utterly drained. You slumped back against the wall, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

You then stood up and made your way to the sink. You turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on your face, hoping the chill would help regain some composure.

Your reflection was staring back at you: pale, sweaty, and visibly shaken. This wasn’t normal, you knew they weren’t. But you dismissed the signs for a week and told yourself it was just stress or maybe something you ate.

But now, the pieces were starting to fit together in a way that made your stomach twist for an entirely different reason.

A soft knock at the door startled her. “Y/n? Baby it’s me,” Wonwoo’s voice called gently. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated, but unlocked the door anyway. Wonwoo stepped inside and closed the door softly behind him. He grabbed your hands and pulled you closer to him as his eyes scanned your face.

“What’s going on? Are you sick?”

You shook your head, the tears spilling over as you pressed your hands to your face. “I don’t know,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

Wonwoo reached for you and pulled your hands gently away from your face. “Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

You let out a shaky breath, leaning into him as the tears came faster. “I just…I feel awful,” you said.

“I’ve been feeling this way for days now. I feel so nauseous, so tired, and my head hurts. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to ruin today, but it feels too much now”

Wonwoo wrapped his arms around you tightly, and his heart twisted at the sight of you crying. “Oh baby, you should’ve told me” he murmured, stroking your hair.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you told him, your voice muffled against his chest.

Wonwoo pulled back slightly and held your face in his hands. “You’re my wife Y/n. I’ll always worry about you. But I need to know when something’s wrong so I can be there for you.”

You nodded while fresh tears spilled over as you leaned back into him. “I don’t even know why I’m crying,” you admitted with a shaky voice.

“I just feel…I don’t know. Everything feels weird.”

Wonwoo held you close while his hand rubbed soothing circles on your back. He didn’t have answers, but he knew one thing for sure, and that was that you needed to rest, away from the noise and pressure of the dinner.

“Let’s go home,” he said gently. “I’ll let my parents know you’re not feeling well, and we’ll leave. Okay?”

You gave him a nod. You were relieved because it was exactly what you needed right now, to go home.

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You woke up the next day feeling even worse than you did yesterday. And Wonwoo was worried more than ever so he insisted that you visit the hospital. So here you were.

The doctor, a tall woman, leaned over the machine. She adjusted a few dials and squinted at the screen, her brow furrowing slightly before it softened into a smile.

“Well,” the doctor began and turned the monitor slightly so that you and Wonwoo could see it.

“Congratulations. You’re four weeks pregnant.”

You blinked. For a moment, your brain couldn’t quite catch up to the words. “Pregnant?” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor nodded, pointing to the screen where a small, blinking dot was visible. “That little flicker right there? That’s your baby. Just four weeks along, but growing beautifully.”

Wonwoo made a sound, something between a laugh and a gasp, and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Wait…are you serious?”

The doctor turned to him with a patient smile. “Yes, I’m serious. All the nausea, headaches, fatigue and mood swings she’s been experiencing are classic early pregnancy symptoms. Just needed an ultrasound to confirm it.”

Your head swam. Pregnant?

It all began to click into place. The mornings spent hovering over the sink, your stomach twisting in knots. The way your emotions seemed to veer wildly out of control, from laughing to crying in a matter of seconds. The bone-deep exhaustion that no amount of sleep could cure.

“That’s…why,” you murmured as your hand instinctively moved to your abdomen. Your voice trembled both in awe and disbelief. “That’s why I’ve been feeling so off.”

Wonwoo reached for your free hand, his fingers curling tightly around yours. “We’re having a baby?” he asked, his voice laced with cautious wonder, as if saying it out loud might shatter the fragile moment.

The doctor gave you both a few moments to process before speaking again. “It’s still early, of course, but everything looks healthy so far. We’ll schedule some follow-ups to monitor the pregnancy, but for now, I want you to focus on taking care of yourself, Y/n. Eat well, rest as much as you can, and make sure to take your prenatal vitamins.”

Your eyes were fixed on the little flickering light on the screen, but you nodded automatically. That tiny spark was your baby — a part of you, a part of Wonwoo, already alive and growing inside you.

As the doctor wiped the gel from your abdomen and left the room to give you some privacy, you turned to your husband.

“Can you believe this?” you asked, your voice barely steady.

Wonwoo shook his head, a wide, incredulous smile spreading across his face. “No,” he admitted, leaning in close so that your foreheads touched.

“But I’m not sure I’ve ever been this happy about something I didn’t see coming.”

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gyurilla · 1 month ago

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if i say, i love you — lee riwoo smau

pairing - lee riwoo x afab!reader

synopsis: riwoo accidentally retweets one of your old posts, thinking he’s on his spam account. he quickly deletes it, but your friend manages to screenshot it before it’s gone. you play it cool, acting like it was no big deal—pretending you haven’t secretly had a crush on him for years and thinking it was just a harmless mistake. but riwoo knows it wasn’t a mistake

genre: slow burn? mutual crush, angst?, fluff, humor, kys jokes, and swearing, smau & half written, non idols, university au

note: reader is one year younger than riwoo, (includes njz hanni, illit moka, enhypen jungwon, sunoo)

taglist: @pinkiwinkiminki @banez @oowir @viesin @nujeskz @torkorpse @coffee-addict-kitten @8makes1atom @tempewra @jungwonbropls @janjoonty @uncasings @lvlyhiyyih @tkooooop @quinnynation @addictedtoboba @letwiiparkjay @skibidihan @dobbiesvvorld @jvngw0nlvr @conwunder @imma-jiki @koocreampie @totalnieparksunghoon

status: started

march 22, 2025 -

profiles 1 | profiles 2

01. I BLAME WOONHAK!!

02. wait..she followed me [hehe]

03. WHO IS THAT GUY [disdain] (wc; 274)

04. i want to talk to him (wc; 182)

05. JUNGWON DID WHAT?? (wc; 625)

06. the text (wc; 522)

07. #HIM (wc; 788)

08. i’m sorry

09. are u fkin kiddin??

10. false alarm!!

11. rekindle?

12. unexpected trip

13. rooms & beach (wc; 1.k)

14. if i say, i love you (fin)

work of @gyurilla

a/n: i wanted to try out SMAU cause when i was lurking i barley saw any riwoo fics, and i was a little sad cuz riwoo is my bias so i decided why not and came up with this [blink]

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coweye · 29 days ago

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The Life of Victor Haymitch Abernathy x Reader

❝The games don't end when you get back home, from now on your job is to be a distraction, so people forget what the real problems are. ❝

Following the life of a district 12 victor on the slow road to the revolution.

Warning: Canon Typical Violence, mentions of non-con (no description.) Snow's Panem is hell. Eventual Smut 18+. Please don't read if any of this too much for you my sweet angels.

Act I : The before Part One

68th Hunger Games

You were 18 years old on the fateful day your name was plucked from the dreaded glass bowl.

It was no small feat, to have made it through six reapings unscathed, watching on year after year as acquaintances and strangers alike were marched to the Capitol to meet their grisly ends.

It had been your final year and your mother had always been steadfast in her refusal for you to take tessera, meaning your name was only in the bowl six times. The odds were entirely in your favor, until suddenly they weren’t.

“Y/N L/N.” Effie Trinket, district 12’s escort for the 68th Hunger Games calls out in her tinkling Capitol lilt.

No one leaps to valiantly volunteer in your place - after all why should they?

You hadn’t volunteered when 13-year old Violet Swane had been chosen last year. No, you had watched on in stony silence as she whimpered her way up onto the stage, then again not six days later as she was disemboweled at the cornucopia.

Squaring your shoulders and swallowing your terror, you make your way to the stage, doing your very best to not look back at your wailing mother for fear of allowing the horror to consume you.

You stare blankly as your mother sobs whilst she holds you, you can only watch feeling utterly empty as she’s dragged away after a teary goodbye and then as Effie tells you how much of a lucky young lady you are.

It's many hours later whilst sitting at the dinner table that you finally face what has now become your reality.

“You’ve got a good chance, kid.” Your mentor Haymitch Abernathy praises cheerily though his voice has a hollow edge to it, his horrific words wake you from your catatonia.

The victor from 18 years ago sits opposite you and your district partner, he’s utterly belligerent in his intoxication. “You’re old enough to make a real difference. If we get a little meat on those bones of yours you’ve got some real potential - they’re all pretty young!”

Haymitch is animated for the first time in hours as the three of you watch the reapings from the other districts, the glass of amber liquid sloshing dangerously in Haymitch’s palm is clearly the cause of this.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Hazel flinching. Your mentor's artificially buoyant words not quite landing the same for the thirteen year-old boy at your side.

Hazel sniffs, his despondent mask of bravery slipping. He stares at Haymitch forlorn, as if the man who had broken him down in the first place would ever offer him any comfort.

As expected the drunk makes no effort to fix his faux pas, only taking a deep sip from his glass shrugging at your harsh gaze as if to say ‘not my problem’.

It was only natural that Hazel’s round grey eyes turned to you. The fat tears streaking his cheeks made your stomach drop and it was a struggle to reclaim your voice.

“Don’t cry.” Your voice is hoarse as you speak your first words since leaving your home for the reaping this morning. You see Haymitch rise in his seat in your peripheral vision but you pay him little mind.

“Sorry.” Hazel sniffs fighting to regain control. You want nothing more than to indulge and join him in a sob, but you have the feeling if you started crying you’d never stop.

“I am not killing children.” Your voice is harsh, even to your own ears.

“You wait until those children start swinging their axes at you. Something tells me you’ll change your mind real quick. .”

As it turns out, Haymitch was right; on both accounts.

You are the only tribute over the age of fifteen in the arena, which is a definite advantage.

Your body is bigger, your mind is clearer. You don’t quite have the muscle density of the careers, your week of weight gain wasn’t quite enough to equal the playing field entirely but they aren’t your primary focus.

You are practically dragging Hazel behind you as you trudge through the frozen tundra that is the 68th arena, hoping against hope to put some distance between yourself and the other tributes.

Scarlet is blossoming through the thick white fabric of the boy's winter coat from where Lux, the girl from 1’s, arrow pierced his shoulder. Your gloved fingers have gone numb from the grip they have on the fabric of his coat, but you can’t relent.

You have done your best to treat and bind the wound, but without the sponsor gift that refuses to arrive you know Hazel’s days were numbered.

“Y/n…. Y/N. Please… I can’t.” He begs as he stumbles in the knee deep snowfall.

“Hazel! She’s hunting us!” You gasp breathlessly at the thirteen year old. You stop for a moment to take stock. The thirteen year old is gray from the bloodloss, his eyes have gone glassy and unfocused.

The end isn’t far off for your little ally, but you’ve never been good at facing the facts and this truth is far too awful to accept.

“Leave me… please Y/N. I'm so tired, I want to go to sleep…” Your eyes water, though you replace your agony with rage, an easier emotion to digest in this arena. Nowhere is safe anymore, the only thing you know for certain is that death is chomping at your heels.

“Don’t be so damn stupid!” You hiss and grab at his coat to pull him along. Though the second your hand makes contact with the white fabric, red splatters in your face.

You taste the iron on your lips as your brain struggles to consolidate the warm liquid on your face with the horror of Hazel’s throat being pierced with a black tipped arrow.

Blood spurts out, soaking your own coat ruby. The boy panics and grabs at you and in your shock you haven't the wherewithal to push him away.

Lux aims another arrow, you aren’t sure if she’s playing with you or if she’s just a bad shot as her second arrow lodges itself in Hazel’s chest. You think you have your answer when in quick succession a third pierces his spine.

Your breath shudders out of you as she uses your little friend as a pin cushion.

The light has drained from his eyes. Hazel falls to the floor in a pool of his own blood without your hands on him keeping him steady.

You’re on her before she can notch another godforsaken arrow.

You aren’t a born and bred fighter like her.

Hell, before this arena, the most confrontation you’d had was sharply telling the Mellark boys to stop hitting your mothers storefront with their ball.

You are fueled by injustice, grief and above all a burning rage.

Lux, however, is a born weapon.

With ease, she blocks your swing, utilizing her bow to keep you at bay. The two of you are locked in a stalemate, pushing against one another. Desperately grappling, you know your longer arms are the only thing keeping the fourteen year old at bay as she smirks at your blood covered face.

Instantaneously it becomes clear to you with that smirk; Lux had filled Hazel with all those arrows on purpose.

Something happens within you at this sadistic realization.

Animal instinct takes over as you pull back and slam your forehead against hers. In an instant you quite simply don’t care if you die, so long as you take this evil little bitch with you.

She's discombobulated, but so are you.

The girl grabs at your coat to steady herself, though her hands can't find purchase on the slick fabric. In her frustration Lux shoves you hard enough to make you lose your footing, though you manage to grab her fur lined hood.

The two of you tumble down the incline you had just spent the better part of an hour hiking.

Everything aches as your body finally comes to a stop at the bottom.

You are back at the stream at the base, the one you had used to clean Hazel's wound. He had called it beautiful, as he had been utterly enraptured by the flowing water.

Your grief is agony as you force yourself to your feet, though you needn’t have bothered, as Lux swings her fist at your face.

The punch is devastatingly accurate. Her years of training drop you on your ass as you stagger backwards, unable to find your footing, having taken far too many blows to the skull for a 24-hour period.

Stumbling, you fall backwards, right into the stream.

Fuck.

The water is freezing, though freezing isn’t strong enough of a word for the numbness that takes over your limbs the second it touches your flesh. Your arms are instantly heavy and sluggish.

All of a sudden Lux is on you, sitting on your chest and using her entire body weight to force your shoulders down below the flowing river stealing all of the oxygen from your lungs.

You can barely stand to open your eyes as the flow of the water burns at your corneas, your legs are splashing frantically in the weak current desperate to find purchase and unseat her.

It’s of no use. Your boots slide against the silt of the river bed as if it’s made of ice. Despite your larger frame you can’t get a foothold significant enough to buck her.

In an act of sheer desperation you heave your chest forward allowing your head to surface for less than a millisecond before she regains control and forces your shoulders back under with strength you could never hope to muster after a life-time of scraping by in twelve.

Your mad gasp for breath does more harm than good as what little oxygen you manage to inhale is of little consequence when compared to the sting of the water that follows it.

You are going to die.

It is primal.

That singular thought shuts down your already panicking brain. With your heart pounding in your ears there is no time to be smart, no time for careful calculations.

You are going to die.

Your animal instinct kicks in. Your palm, the one that her foot isn’t painfully grinding into the sediment, wraps around a smooth rock about the size of a fist on the bed of the river.

You are going to die.

With the stone in your grasp you flail your non-dominant hand wildly in her general direction. Against all odds it connects with something solid and her weight shifts allowing your head to finally surface.

Breathless but alive - you’re not sure if it's your wingspan advantage or sheer dumb luck but you don’t linger on it long enough to thank the sadistic God that had put you in this arena in the first place.

Black patches infiltrate your vision as you desperately try to refill your lungs. You’re delirious with a cocktail of fear and oxygen deprivation - scarcely a moment away from passing out.

Somewhere in your deprived brain you notice that Lux has a head wound she’s cradling as she crawls up the river bank disorientated, trying and failing to put space between the two of you.

You had clocked her hard, blood was gushing from her wound.

You are going to die.

She begs you for her life as you advance clumsily stumbling on the loose mud of the riverbank.

Lux pleads with you but it’s not a rational decision you make, it's no choice at all, it’s that fear again, consuming you entirely until there’s nothing left of the person you were. Reduced to nothing more than the animal the Captiol believed you to be.

Shamefully, you don’t think of Hazel as you bring down the rock on her skull.

Your animal brain has taken over, the need to kill to make yourself safe has taken over.

You hit her over and over and over again until she doesn’t look like Lux anymore.

A scream you're not sure is even your own echoes through the arena. Your lungs burn with every breath and your hands are now once again covered in the crimson of blood, only this time there’s some brain matter stuck to your flesh.

Those black patches return though this time they’re a welcome reprieve, as the world fades away to the sound of the canons.

The surgical smell is the first thing that hits you.

That disinfectant aroma that burns your nostrils as you awake with a start. Somehow you’re right back in that hospital bed, your arms and legs restrained.

You scream for help, for your mother, for anyone that can ease the burn in your veins.

Only when you feel warm flesh against yours do you realize there are no doctors pumping their poisons into your veins, no game makers currently plotting your diabolical torture, only haymitch holding you against his warm chest.

The scent of him, grain alcohol mixed with something that smells like bergamot and home encompasses you, slowly acting as an improvised calming agent to your nervous system.

“I’ve got you.” He grunts, holding you close as frantic tears pour down your face and you struggle to orientate yourself. “Say it… say it, sweetheart.”

You attempt to gather yourself, and it takes every ounce of strength left in you to repeat back your mantra to him. “I’m … Y/N … L/N, I … I’m … back home.. in twelve … I am… safe.”

It takes four times all the way through to ground you, for the lingering pit in your stomach to recede back into the barely-manageable anxiety that has accompanied you through your day to day life ever since leaving the arena.

The two of you sit like this; with your forehead buried deep in his neck for an amount of time you have no way of quantifying.

Eventually though, his large hand begins stroking your hair offering you what little comfort he can.

Little does he know, his mere presence calms your soul as before long your breath has evened out.

It's a little while after that before your brain begins firing again, albeit sluggishly, partly from the night terrors but also due to the sleep syrup open capped on your bedside table.

Haymitch doesn’t say a single word in this time, he simply holds you against him.

First your mentor, now your friend.

In his palm he holds out a tiny white tablet from the Captiol.

“Take it.” He grunts when you hesitate.

You recognise this tiny pill, it's a sedative. You’re well versed in their effects in the years since your games, the tortuous three years as a mentor hadn’t helped your mental state.

You and sleep were no longer on speaking terms.

The nightmares had driven you to seek your neighbor out, normally a reclusive man.

Haymitch had become your only family in the years that followed the games. Your mother had passed before you even made it home, there were ridiculous rumors she had died of a broken heart, but you knew the seamstress had most likely failed due to the stress of watching you fight for your life in the arena.

She had died thinking you were doomed. Part of you is glad she never saw the monster you became.

Despite your initial and overwhelming dislike of Haymitch, the shared trauma of the arena had bonded your souls in a way that went far beyond the realms of logical reasoning.

In spite of his best efforts to dissuade you, every year for three weeks before the annual reapings you had begun taking up residence in one of his spare rooms when the empty halls of your home in Victor's Village made your nerves unbearable.

There was nothing in this world you hated more than being alone.

Your fingers brush against his palm as they pinch the tiny pill that you know will bring you the temporary abyss you yearn for.

In a decision fueled by the grief of the coming days, you reach Haymitch's hip. Your fingers wrap around the flask attached to the buckle of his trousers.

“Sweetheart-” He protests for all of a second, before your eyes meet his. He must see the desperation that lurks beneath them. He acquiesces the flask, filled with what smells like paint stripper. Yet you take a gulp or three and then swallow down the pill with the fourth.

Pulling back you’re now vaguely embarrassed of your behavior and you’re acutely aware of his tired eyes watching you. Your legs have gone to sleep and you can only assume Haymitch is far worse off as he has nearly twenty-years on you and has been bearing your weight, yet he hasn’t voiced a complaint once.

It's with that thought that you realize you must present a truly sorry state indeed, for the snarky bastard that is your closest friend to not have tossed a single jape your way, you decide to push your luck.

“Don’t-” your voice is hoarse when you finally gather the courage to speak, you’re terrified that uttering the words will break the spell and his warm encompassing embrace will abandon you, leaving you to the cold sheets and fear of the weeks to come. “Will you stay with me, just til’ I’m asleep?”

Haymitch stares you down seemingly weighing up your request, his eyes aren’t angry or annoyed at your request. They give away nothing of the inner workings of his complex brain, his baby blues are quite simply exhausted in a way that goes far beyond a lack of sleep.

Haymitch says nothing, only nods his head towards your haphazardly strewn pillows, which are a mess from your tossing and turning. You’re quick to leap across the bed to fluff them up as if this will entice him to stay, though you needn't have bothered as he throws himself down into the pile with very little care.

He huffs out a long suffering breath as he gets comfortable and pulls the duvet up to his chest before finally settling.

“You better not get handsy in the night, Sweetheart.”

You chuckle though you’re already face down in your pillow, the tablet and booze making an excellent pairing in your descent into oblivion.

“I’ll try to keep my hands to myself, old man.”

He chuckles at your muffled words as he crosses his arms over his chest and closes his eyes.

This isn’t the first time you’ve awoken to him holding you after a nightmare, it had become something of a tradition in the weeks before the last two reapings when your shrill screams disturbed whatever it was Haymitch did all night. It is, however, the first time that he’s agreed to stay.

To some degree you understood this distance he was desperate to maintain. It was a relatively easy logical leap to understand his reluctance to give Snow any leverage to use against him.

As a Victor, caring was a weakness, you knew this better than most and yet, you couldn’t help but watch him as your eyes grew heavy.

⇢ Next Part✨ coming soon

#haymitch abernathy x reader #haymitch abernathy #haymitch x reader #hunger games fanfiction #haymitch x you

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novaursa · 8 months ago

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You are an absolutely amazing writer and I adore all your stories.

If your requests for short stories are still open, I would like to request one with Cregan Stark and Targaryen reader where she is pregnant with their first child and gets jealous because Cregan is being secretive and she catches him few times talking to some of his closest men and mentioning an unknown female name. One day she can't take it anymore and confronts him. It turns out he found injured pregnant female direwolf and was taking care of her and her pups which he wants to gift to their child. (It would be fun if reader has already dragon but bonds with direwolf mom as well).

Daisy

Requests are closed!

- Summary: Heavy with your and Cregan’s first child, you get suspicious when your husband starts to sneak out to see Daisy.

- Pairing: targ!reader/Cregan Stark

- Note: The reader is bonded with Silverwing. For more of my works, visit my blog. The first list is pinned to the top.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @daeryna @melsunshine @21-princess

You pace back and forth, hands resting on the swell of your belly, anxiety bubbling like a cauldron on a fire. Your gaze drifts to the furs on the floor of your chambers, the large bed that feels far too empty most nights as of late, and the flickering light of the hearth that does little to soothe the unease gnawing at your mind. Cregan has been… distracted. He leaves early in the morning, returns late, his excuses as thin as the northern air.

And Daisy.

You’ve overheard him whispering that name, hushed and guarded, always to his most trusted men. Every time you approach, the conversation stops abruptly, like the snap of a trap. It's enough to make any woman suspicious—especially a woman heavy with child, swollen with not only your firstborn but a mix of anticipation, anxiety, and perhaps a bit of jealousy.

"Silverwing," you murmur, glancing toward the small window. Though your beloved dragon isn't visible from the Keep, you know she’s nearby, perched on the cliffs, her silver scales glinting in the pale sun. "Do you know what he’s up to?" But if she does, she offers no response.

You frown. Even your dragon seems to be in on this secret. Traitor.

Another morning arrives, and Cregan departs before dawn breaks. The soft murmur of his voice filters through the stone walls as he speaks to his men again, and you catch it—Daisy.

That’s it. You’ve had enough. It’s time for answers.

You pull a thick cloak around your shoulders and storm down the stone corridors of Winterfell. The biting northern wind whips at your face as you march toward the stables, where Cregan is often found before heading into the woods. Your feet, swollen and heavy, protest with every step, but nothing can stop you now.

There he is, standing with a few of his men, his tall figure unmistakable even through the morning mist. You watch as they exchange low words, but the moment he spots you, they scatter like children caught stealing sweets. You fix Cregan with a glare that could burn the snow around you.

"What is going on, Cregan Stark?" you demand, hands on your hips, the weight of your belly only adding to the intensity of your stance. "And who is Daisy?"

He blinks at you, clearly caught off guard by your sudden confrontation. "Daisy?"

"Yes, Daisy," you repeat, not giving him a chance to deflect. "I’ve heard you speaking about her. And don’t lie to me, Cregan, I’m pregnant, not deaf."

He opens his mouth, closes it, and then rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit you’ve come to recognize. "Y/N," he begins slowly, "it’s not what you think."

"Oh, it never is," you snap, your voice rising. "You're sneaking around, speaking in hushed tones, all while I’m here, waddling about, wondering if my husband has taken to… to some northern woman!"

"Some—" Cregan’s eyes widen, and for a moment, his usually serious expression cracks into a brief smile. He quickly wipes it away, knowing well enough that your temper is not to be tested right now. "No, no, love. You’ve got it all wrong."

"I do, do I?" you huff. "Then explain. Who is Daisy?"

There’s a pause, then he sighs, realizing there’s no more avoiding this. "Follow me."

Still seething, you follow him into the woods just beyond the walls of Winterfell. The snow crunches under your boots, and the cold air stings your cheeks. You consider demanding answers again, but before you can open your mouth, Cregan stops beside a small thicket, gestures for you to come closer.

He kneels, parting the branches, revealing a small, hidden hollow where something stirs. Your breath catches as you peer inside.

Lying there, curled up with her pups, is a massive female direwolf. Her fur is thick and silver, speckled with dirt and a few patches of blood—recent wounds from a hunt gone wrong, it seems. But even in her injured state, she exudes strength, a fierce protectiveness as she shields her young.

"This is Daisy," Cregan says softly. "I found her a few weeks ago, injured and alone. Her pack must’ve been killed, but she survived with her pups. I’ve been taking care of them, bringing them food, tending to her wounds."

You blink, feeling the confusion melt into something else. "...You’ve been sneaking out to care for wolves?"

"Aye." Cregan chuckles lightly, glancing up at you. "Not just any wolves, love. I wanted to surprise you. I thought… a direwolf pup would be a fitting gift for you and our child. A symbol of the North, something to protect the little one, like Silverwing does for you."

Your heart softens as you watch the direwolf, her eyes meeting yours for a moment. "So… you weren’t keeping secrets from me about another woman?"

Cregan grins, a lopsided, boyish smile that makes your irritation melt away. "No. Only Daisy here."

You cross your arms, feeling more than a little foolish now, though your pride won’t let you admit it outright. "And why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise," he says, rising to his feet and wrapping an arm around you. "But you caught on quicker than I expected."

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. "You know what’s worse? Silverwing knew, too. She didn’t say a word."

Cregan laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Ah, dragons and direwolves—more loyal to each other than to us, it seems.

You huff, but you can't help the smile that creeps onto your face as you lean into him, the warmth of his embrace chasing away the chill. “Next time, Cregan Stark, no more secrets. Wolves, dragons, or otherwise.”

“Agreed,” he murmurs, his hand resting on your belly. “I’ll share everything with you from now on, Y/N.”

As you both stand there, watching the direwolf and her pups, you feel a sense of peace settle over you. The North, with its biting winds and endless snow, feels a little warmer now—filled with the promise of new life, both yours and the wild creatures that will grow beside your family.

"Perhaps we'll name our child Daisy," you tease, elbowing him gently.

Cregan groans. "Gods, no. One Daisy in this family is enough."

#house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd #hotd x y/n #hotd x you #cregan x you #cregan x y/n #hotd cregan #cregan x reader #cregan stark #cregan x

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itstheghostofmypast · 3 months ago

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Sugarplum

Husband Choi San x (F) Reader

Summary: So he loved HIS ROLLS HUH?!

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1 K

Est. Read Time: 5 min

Warnings: None

Type: One-shot

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

"IDIOTS!-"

Sitting up straight the man squinted at the dimly lit room, trying to blink away the sleep as he pushed off the soft quilts, the pads of his feet tingling at the feeling of the cold floor. A feeling he did not like but had to endure because his little sugarplum wasn't in bed with him. Well, technically you had not gone to bed with him, instead the two of you had argued about something before he retired off to bed- mind you, it was not his fault, it was the world that was against him today…or maybe he should have been more careful? There was no real defense, but he did not expect to find you at home, glaring at him as soon as he had entered the apartment, declaring his arrival on the top of his lungs.

“Oh look Byeolie, a cheater.”

“I-Excuse me?” he squeaked, staring at you standing there in the living room with your hands on your hips, wearing a messy apron, glaring at him.

“Come on Byeol, we don’t need to engage with cheaters.”

That statement had led to march into the kitchen and stared at his wife teary eyes, “W-what do you mean? Love, what’s wrong? I-I’m sure there's been a misunderstanding!” he’d never do something like that to you, especially not when he started courting you the moment your father had hired him, a college student in his first year, and you had to supervise him, even though you two were almost the same age. From the way you would help him with everything, cleaning, mopping, teaching him how to knead dough, how to use a frosting pipe, and how to make a perfect cup of coffee- he really should thank you for that more.

Though for some reason you didn’t budge, he noticed the way your expressions softened, but you said nothing and only turned around to face the scattered baking items on the counter, taking a deep breath as you mumbled, “I’ll bring you dinner.”

After a silent lonely dinner, he had gone to place his plates in the dishwasher, glancing at you for some kind of reaction but you kept avoiding him, too busy doing something else, even Byeol had decided to give him the silent treatment. He honestly couldn’t figure out what he had done? Even when he hugged you from behind, whispering, “Let’s…go to sleep.” You had slipped out of his hold and cleared your throat, “I’m not tired…you go on ahead.”

Oh…right, he had gone to bed alone too- but why weren’t you there with him?

He had thought of talking to you about it, when you were to come to bed, but he had work in the morning and he was tired, and somewhere between the ticking hours, he had fallen asleep, snuggling with your pillow.

Giving one last look at your shared bed, feeling something brew within him, he continued to walk out to the room, wanting to clear it out no matter what it was, your relationship was stronger than this, you two had gone through worse- but he knew that you were also someone who’d quiet down when you were unsure of something. Like the time he had to quit working at the bakery, simply because he was done with college and needed to pursue a job in his designated profession.

“You're….quitting?” You had mumbled, staring at the letter of resignation your father had signed to let him go with pride. You had watched him appreciate San's success, though you only stared at him blankly before going back to work, and much like now, when he had approached you, you had brushed him off, mumbling, “Bye”.

Only back then he had let you go, nodding and leaving, though over the years he had realised his mistake, the world had shaped the young boy into the same man who had barged into the bakery four years later, admiring the way how you, the new owner since your father had retired, was busy as a bee. That is until he had grabbed your hand and dragged you into the office and kissed you without question, which was stupid because as soon as he had pulled back you had giggled, “What if I said I'm married?” His world had come to a halt at that, the thought of being a homewrecker tearing at him for a good 10 minutes until you burst out laughing at his stupidity.

So, that's what he was gonna do now to, kiss it out of you, he was going to sit you down after and explain to you how if he had never met you back in the bakery, his twink era, he would probably never have found love-

“GOD, I HATE MEN!”

He peeked into the kitchen, flinching at the clang of the pot you had slammed on the counter, it was ironic how Byeol who was curled up on your cardigan that was bunched up on the bar stool, next to the one he was now sitting on, chin in palm.

You turned around and gasped, hand pressed against your heart, taking a deep breath, “I-God, you scared me- s-sorry, did I wake you up, Sannie?”

‘Sannie'- guess the anger had subsided.

Shaking his head he gave you a small pout, “Woke up cause you weren't there- are you…do you wanna tell me…what's going on?” He mumbled, staring around at the several cinnamon roll trays that were lying around the kitchen, the pan filled with the white cream sauce, some that had made its way onto Byeol's tail.

“I…nothing… its stupid.” You mumbled, as you began to clean up, trying not to look at him when he made his way to you and grabbed your hands, pulling you closer, “You signed a contract with stupidity when you married me.”

Closing your eyes at his stupid comment, you mumbled like a child, “I saw you having the Cinnamon rolls from Jung's bakery.”

“What.” He frowned, trying to hear you better, “You saw me having Wooyoung’s what?”

“HIS CINNAMON ROLLS!”

You shoved him away and pointed at the mess, “You bastard! U married me!” You pointed at yourself, “And then you have the balls to go and have his stupid rolls!? And” you picked up a roll, “His recipe is so stupid! Men are so stupid! Why is everything measured according to ‘just wing it gurl’- what does that even mean!?” He blinked at you, watching you screech like a hawk at 3 am, “That bastard! I told him I'd trade my strawberry tart recipe with him if he gave me his cinnamon roll recipe that YOU apparently love-”

The slight pressure on your lips cut you off, as you to fisted his shirt in frustration, tugging him closer until he cupped your face to create some room to take a breath- he'd have to piss you off more if that's the kind of kiss he’d get- “I…” he panted, resting his forehead against yours, “Only had them because your bakery was closed today…remember?”

“...”

“I love you, my sweet little sugarplum-”

“Shut up and help me clean, Choi.”

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namelessgakusei · 7 days ago

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Devil May Cry x Reader

EP. 0

Warnings: it's dmc, based on the new Netflix series, reader insert fic, not proofread

Notes: I have like six drafts for Mark and major exams in a few days but I really, really need to get this out my system. Will fix this tomorrow or after exams. Add. note: Gaku of two days later here, hehehe I feel like a 13 year old that writes in wattpad again.

It happened during the night in Vatican City.

Birds cawed faintly outside, as the lull of the night comes to its peak. Statues of saints and historical figures lined up inside the building, serene and undisturbed by outside forces— all while ropes came down from a height and comes down a group of armed men.

The halls are silent, save for the occasional marching of Pontifical Swiss Guards on watch, spears in hand as they round the area. They fail to notice the intruders slipping past as their cameras get hacked and bombs get placed.

A single explosion started it all, as the way to the underground vaults was compromised. Guards take on their weapons, spears, which proved powerless against the men's bullets, ending with them all dead.

Display cases were broken and artifacts that looked like they have monetary value were seized as the thieves raided the vault. A single, ominous sword was left untouched due to its rusty and worn down state, in favor of the gold and rubies adorning the items around it.

"Well, this is awkward."

Immediately, the men went up with their arms pointed at the source of the voice, and out comes a man with a rabbit head, dressed formally and sauntering with poise. "I didn't realized the heist had such a specific dress code."

"And here I came in my Easter best."

The rabbit man grinned, his brooch, a single blue shard, glowed amidst the darkness.

Despite their initial confusion, the terrorists took aim at the creature before them. But their target easily lifted their hands in surrender, assuring that there's no need for violence while also sarcastically describing their nationality.

"Americans. Anything that doesn't fit your narrow understanding, you shoot, you bomb, or burn without hesitation."

The bunny man chuckled wryly, passing through the group with ease and heading towards the lone, intact glass case at the end of the room. "And look where it's gotten you."

"Four so-called soldiers of fortune stealing common stones for a mere 2.5 million," Instantly, the newcomer was surrounded, but the rabbit man paid no mind, opting to focus on the objective in front of him. The poor attempt of stanchions to prevent people from approaching the sword was easily slapped away. "—when there's something right in front of you that is beyond earthly value."

"How did you—?!"

"I was the one who offered it." The rabbit man cuts them off, pushing too hard on the glass to break it open. With a split of a moment, the sword was drawn and the corrosion that once covered its blade broke off, revealing its true form. Glowing ominously purple, the weapon thrummed with energy on the hands of its wielder.

"The Force Edge." Of course, the alarms went off the moment it was out of its fragile prison. "Sword of the demon knight, Sparda." Guards are heard from outside the vault, marching towards the source of alarm. "Ironic, isn't it?" The rabbit man smirked, sending fear coursing through the thieves. "That such a holy place would house the most powerful weapon of Hell?"

"Then again, Hell, as you call it, has always been the true heart of human religion." The rabbit man sneered at his co-conspirators. "You can curb the worst of your savageries only through collective fear and hatred of another world."

"My world."

At last, those men who surround him finally had enough, threatening him to give them their reward or the inevitable will happen. The rabbit man assured them that they'll receive what they are owed as he slices off the guy's neck with the sword. A glint appears in his eyes as the head rolls off. With a broad grin, the rabbit man parried the barrage of bullets shot at him, with it ricocheting off the walls and breaking the glass cases around them, realizing that they're being hit by their own bullets, they stopped, only to give the rabbit man a small opening to strike. With the strength that exceeds human capabilities, one of the men was thrown to a pillar by an elbow jab, breaking his insides as he bled to death. It was all for themselves as chaos ensued. Those who remain alive shot recklessly at nothing before they were either sliced or bludgeoned to death. The rabbit man giggled as he delivered the final blow, digging the sword down someone's throat as the Swiss Guards surround him, blanching at the grotesque sight.

"Here we stand together on the threshold of a new age," The bloodied white rabbit held out a detonator, grinning at the fearful guards. "The age of the Demon."

"This world is about to become much, much larger."

"Well, not for you." The rabbit man pressed the button, activating the bombs planted around the building, burying the humans alive as pillars fell onto them. Fire engulfed everything on sight, with the lone white rabbit standing at the center of it all, grinning maniacally.

EP. 1 INFERNO: A violent heist at a Vatican City museum sparks chaos, pulling unsuspecting demon hunters Dante and (Y/N) into a sinister plot to forge a rift between worlds.

EP. 1.1 IGNITION: After a botched demon hunting, you and Dante hoped for some reprieve in Fredy's diner, only to come face to face with Dante's long dead twin brother. EP. 1.2 COMBUSTION: His "brother" turned out to be a shapeshifting demon, who was targeting his mother's memento for some reason. Extra EP. 1.3 CONFLAGRATION: Unbeknownst to you and Dante, there are people plotting to bring the two of you down.

EP. 2 OUR LADY OF SORROWS: In Washington, DARKCOM gathers a group of mercenaries and offers a bounty to bring in Dante—and the family heirloom that hangs around his neck.

EP. 2.1 Lead us not into temptation: Mercenaries are hired, and a bounty was put over your heads. Enzo still insists on being your Dad despite it being untrue.

EP. 2.3 Amen.: TBA

EP. 2.2 And deliver us from evil: The fight for Dante's pendant finally starts.

#the way i squealed when i saw dmc on netflix #it's been sooooo long since gaku last saw something related to it #excluding the dmc peak of combat #i need to refresh my memory about the franchise #but i'll make something out of the new series first #devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dmc #dmc x reader #dante x reader #gaku's works!#dante sparda x reader

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duyuforu · 2 months ago

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Pick-a-Card: How will Venus Retrograde Season go for You?

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Hi Pile 1, welcome to your reading! Your energy for the Venus Retrograde season will be of hard work and creative energy. You could want to focus on being a better version of yourself, you could also want to focus more on your work, studies, or also daily routine, how can you be more productive. You could be very creative this time and you could also have a lot of ideas. You may want to focus on your family and loved ones as well. During the Venus Retrograde, you could realize some of your traumas, toxic patterns you have in relationships, but also about some toxic patterns and beliefs you have that were taught to you as a child. For example, this could be patterns you always saw as a child in relationships, in your family. If women in your family have been hurt and left by men often, you may have unconsciously felt like it was true, or real and it was a "normal" thing in relationships. You may learn more about those inheritance you had, and you could decide during this period to work on yourself and on those beliefs. You'll def have a strong theme for healing some unwanted feelings related to love and relationships, and perhaps also a problem with jealousy and possessions. You'll want to grow on this side as well, so work on it, doing shadow work, therapy, etc.

During this period, you could indeed do a lot of self reflection about a past love, or your past connections, you could also feel like you need to heal and do some therapy for you. This can be a month where you have a desire to grow, to evolve but in the right direction, and in order for you to evolve well, you first need to evaluate what needs to change. What needs improvement. You could so take a lot of actions into changing even, you could work out more, be more mindful about your diet, you could also try to reach more knowledge. You could want to learn more about your hobbies, or for work, perhaps study more as well. You could also be very focused indeed on your job, and you could reflect a lot about it (or studies, take as it resonates). This could be like are you happy where you are right now? Do you want to evolve in this field? Or do you wanna try something else? Is it the good timing? If you desire a raise or a promotion, you could have a strong desire to work more for that. And you could also be much more creative when it comes to your job or studies, for example use your creativity to work harder or be more productive. You could also work in a creative field, or study in one, and have more ideas.

Now, for a lot of you, it seems like during Venus Retrograde you'll have indeed someone from the past that can come back, so if you had an ex, or a situation ship, someone you thought of recently, someone you had a false start with or even someone you could have feelings for, this could def be a message for you. If you didn't thats fine, this could also be about you meet someone in the Venus Retrograde season. This person could come in your life with the intention to pursue you, and romantically of course. They could appear as flirty, serious, they could tell you their feelings, or be quite romantic in fact. Yet, either this person will cause you to step back and to reflect on the way you deal with romantic connections, or they can come after the self reflection. But this seems to be highly connected. You can indeed wonder if this person is true with you, or if they are just playing around. You can be confused on their actions and their real desire here, not necessarily because they are a player, but because mostly of your own fears. You could so be confused, and instead of acting directly, you'll decide to take it slow. You'll think if you take things slow, and just see if this person is still into you, then in fact they are serious. You'll want to focus on you more, and see how it goes. Thought, to be honest this person may be here for the long run, they don't seem to be a player. And if it's someone from the past, this person seemed to have evolved a lot. They are in a very serious energy when it comes to approaching you.

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Song channeled during your Reading: Tupelo Honey - Van Morrison (literally one of my all time fav song)

Hi Pile 2! Welcome to your reading. So the message here is pretty strong, so if you do not have a vibe this is your reading, please choose another one! For this pile, the energy for the Venus Retrograde is about cleaning, healing and detoxification. You could have a feeling right now you wish to heal something, physically or mentally, but you could also do a lot of cleaning in your life right now. This can mean you could have a Venus Retrograde that could be very into cleaning and getting rid of what doesn't serve you anymore. You could also perhaps cry more during this season, but this can in fact be more about healing and accepting certain things than actual pain. You could have a Venus Retrograde where someone from the past is coming back. You could receive news from someone who did you wrong, someone who back stabbed you or someone who made you feel bad in a way. This person could come forward to apologize about it. But they could also come forward because they could have fumbled things between you in the Past. This could also be someone who you dated, someone you were in a relationship with before, or someone as a situation ship. One of you broke up with the other or stopped talking, walked away from the connection. This person wishes to come back to you.

You could enter in a very favorable cycle soon in fact. This can be a very lucky time for you, you could either have an opportunity to gain more money, get a job, or you could also have more clients for example, but this could also feel like a timing where anything is possible. You could have a Venus Retrograde where you feel like you have endless opportunities coming to you, and you feel good and confident. This could be a time that is very good for you to question yourself and your past behaviors, past belief as well. You could go through a period of therapy, self therapy, self reflection, etc. If you wishes to have a better job, or get a promotion, or even just accomplish something in your job, this looks very promising! There could be something changing also in your life but on a good note, so this sounds pretty promising and exciting! You could be more productive also. There is also a strong sense of a possible travel during the Venus Retrograde Season. You could indeed go on a travel journey. If not, you could have more walks during the season, or perhaps you could exercise more. You could also do more meditation too. You could become less worry about the future and living more day to day, or in the present. Moreover, you could talk more with people as well. There is indeed here a strong feeling of someone from the past coming back, and you guys could have a conversation and talk a lot about what happened between you two. You could reconcile or this could be what this person wish for.

Indeed this can be a time when you are more focused on your health and your mental health, and you could try to be nicer to you. You could also try to save money or you could feel like money is coming more easily in your life during this season. You'll def have someone coming towards you and more someone from the past wishing a reconciliation with you. This person could really be sweet, and you could be careful when it comes to them because you simply do not trust them. You'll think this person only wants to have fun with you, or hurt you again, while cards are expressing a strong desire to grow together on a long term. They seem like they are more stable in their energy, they could also be more assertive and sure of what they want. You'll doubt a lot if you can trust this person. This person can tell you they have changed, and despite you'll doubt that, there can indeed be a change in them. It seems like this person really wants to grow and become a better person. You can totally choose to accept them or not, but they do have the intention to be serious with you apparently.

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Song channeled during your Reading: One Fine Day - The Chiffons

Hi Pile 3! Welcome to your reading. For your Venus Retrograde Season, I have the energy here of you feeling more confident, you could feel like you are more powerful, but also that things will work out fine for you. This can also be an energy of you finding some truth but also having a better karma. You could be more radiant, bright, you could really shine. You could be very hardworking this season and be more focused on work or your studies, you could work hard and be very focused on you and your daily life. Also a very good timing if you want to focus and work on yourself. You could also search for a balance life style this season, perhaps you could start a diet or just eating more healthy, hitting the gym, or trying to exercise more, you could also try to balance your work more with your personal life. You could also try to talk and meet more your friends, perhaps you were either working too much before or just didn't give your friends as much attention as you wished. You could so more call or text your friends, meeting them and give them more time.

This is def a good time for more work, trying to reach for good grades, more studying, more working, etc. You could really try to have a better routine to be more productive. Though, I still see things happening in your love life, either those people are already in your life or they are about to come, but I see two different people here. One if more gentle, and the other one is more assertive. Water and Earth energies here. You could either be in a relationship with a man with those energies or there could be a situation ship. You could have feelings for one them, perhaps the gentle person. Or you know this person has feelings for you. But another person may come in the picture, someone calm yet more assertive in their energy. This person could have a crush on you or just be interested in you. This person may feel like it is time to do something and come out of the shadow. They seem very sure when coming towards you. This could be a situation where you could be choosing between two people, or just you are dating one of them and you have another person that is into you. You could be hesitating with the first person, they have a gentle soul and energy but you could be not very sure of your feelings or if they feel the same way as you. You could be unsure about them in any cases, and you may wanted or wish to think for a while as to what to do. But with this other option you could be less unsure of what to do. You may also not necessarily trust the second person.

You'll feel like talking to both person, just simply and without trying to make things up. You could really be amazed and feel like life is like a telenovela right now, or feel like "I'm too busy for that!". There is also a feeling of you having a sensation this is very a complex situation, and your love life is a mess. Though I feel like whatever you will do will the right solution. You are a right person and you do the right things, you do not mess around with people nor play with them. Your prioritize yourself which is also a good thing. You'll want to focus on what feels right for you, even if you decide to go along the road of the future on your own. You truly want to focused on what is good for you, not that others want. You'll stay patient and collected, and think before taking any actions.

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Hold On, We're Going Home

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"you don't even notice the click of him locking the door while he turns the lights off before he curls up behind you, chest to your back as he wraps his arms around you slowly. sensually. mark's breath fans on the back of your neck before he plants several slow kisses there, moving until he reaches right below the shell of your ear. all the while, his large, warm hands can't seem to to anything other than wander under your hoodie to caress your waist and stomach. you let out a breathy and quiet chuckle.

"babe, what are you doing?" you ask in a whisper.

"you know you're mine, right?" mark whispers into your ear, completely ignoring the question, yet answering it at the same time.

your skin heats all too quickly. you know exactly what this is. he's jealous. of what, you're really not sure.”

you're a popular soloist and your secret boyfriend is a kpop idol. when your Canadian tour dates line up, you both opt to stay at his parent's home in Vancouver, but even with his parents asleep downstairs, mark just can't seem to keep his hands off of you after your show.

tags -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ idol!mark, soloist!reader, fem!reader, reader is american, porn with minimal plot, established relationship, childhood room, twin bed, missionary, jealousy, possessiveness, praise AND degradation, mentions of reader being small, ATTEMPTED quiet sex, sacrilege if you squint (theres a jesus on his wall), size kink if u squint, marks parents are mentioned but theres no dialogue with them because im not writing that, reader has her drivers license, implied that reader is not christian, reader's love language is being mean to mark, EXTREMELY unserious

nicknames ┇ his babe yours princess!! baby... etc

date started┇march 20 2025

date posted ┇march 28 2025

wc ┇4.4k

A/Ns ┇ nothing like a good "lets fuck on my childhood bed!"

room based on the mark's homecoming teasers for firstfruit.

umm mark probably doesnt have a childhood bedroom in canada because he was like 13 when he left for sm and also he lived in new york before that so lets just pretend for the sake of the fanfic that he does ok? ok! >_<

in section 2 i mention bible study as a way for me to skate around actually writing meeting marks parents LMFAOOO um im unsure if this is a popular thing everywhere else but like i know in the south at least its like youth group but for older people where they'll have a like mini religion discussion thing? i dont know i havent been to church in several years and i'm atheist 😭 iykyk i guess

reader's dialogue is based off of me and im a very strange fella and i cannot be serious for one single second so its kind of bad 😭

FINAL NOTE im completely a virgin like ive never even kissed anyone LMFAO so if the smut seems inaccurate at all thats on me because i refuse to let a real obtainable man get that close to me 😆

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𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

01. prologue

"no way our tour dates line up."

you were in disbelief when your boyfriend called late at night to inform you that you would both be in the same city at the same time and that it just so happened to be where his parents lived: vancouver.

you were tucked under your warm, plush duvet with an unnecessary amount of pillows under your head and you groan as you sit up from them, cold air hitting your newly exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its chilly wake.

"i'm serious dude, the company usually lets me visit my family when we go for canadian stops. i could see if i can stay at my parent's house for longer.. and you could come with me.." mark's voice got higher as he started adding to the equation. "and maybe you can stay.. and meet some people.."

"you're saying you want me to meet your parents?" you reply blankly, holding in a laugh at your boyfriend's shyness about asking. you lean back in your bed, cotton fabric sighing with effort.

"see? that's my girl, i knew you'd get it." your face heats at his words.

"oh dude you're flirting..." you quote him, earning a sound of annoyance from the other end of the call. you snicker.

"you actually have to stop watching those fan compilations." you giggle at how easily it both annoys and embarrasses him that you keep up with what he does at work.

"okay, i'll stop watching fan compilations of you when you delete your folder of edits of me" you offer jokingly through your fit of laughter.

he scoffs "that's out of the question."

"okay then i guess i get to keep watching videos of you goofing off at work."

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02. the twin bed

several months ago, your boyfriend had asked you to meet his parents in person. both of you living in seoul and being music artists meant that trips home were few and far between, so it made sense that mark would ask you to meet his parents in real life once the finally opportunity arose after two years of only seeing them in 2160p on a facetime screen. mark would've asked sooner if he weren't swamped with schedules — between three groups and solo activities, it was near impossible to find any amount of time to fly home, let alone with a secret girlfriend who's schedule was just as packed as his.

both of your tours had already started and you really hadn't seen much of each other since. you were grateful for the large amount of time you had in vancouver: about three nights of time together before you'd each have to take your separate flights to different cities for the rest of your respective tours. you had your show the first night of the three-day stay and his was the night directly after.

mark had taken a plane with the rest of 127 and you opted to take a completely different flight; it wasn't worth the trouble of having to deal with both of your own saesangs on one flight as well as risking being caught. since mark's plane departed earlier than yours, he arrived at his parent's house much earlier than you, having already unpacked what he needed and started catching up with his folks when you rang the doorbell on the single-family home. as you were marveling at the normalcy of the house, your boyfriend swung the door open, giving you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"did your staff already leave?" mark asked after surveying the street outside and not finding any cars. you turn and look back over your shoulder quickly even though you know you won't find a car there either.

"yeah, dropped me off and then sped away." you answer as you step inside. mark closes and locks the door behind you.

"well, after she got out of the passenger seat because i begged her to let me drive-"

"you drove?" your boyfriend cut you off, eyes wide and eyebrows raised so high that his forehead was wrinkled.

"pfft, yeah?" you roll your eyes dramatically.

"i have my license and i'm a big girl. got here in one piece and everything." you reassure the man as he takes your suitcase and carryon from you.

"dude, you have an american drivers license."

"ooookay? it's basically the same! y'all drive on the right side of the road too.." you playfully push mark's shoulder, pouting as you continue.

"i never get to drive in korea. can't drive on the right there." you switch from a playful pout to a curious expression. "where are mother lee and father lee?" you ask, using your favorite nicknames that his parents thought were so endearing and silly. mark chuckles before answering.

"they're at wednesday bible study, so we have some time to unwind before you have to mingle with anyone other than me." mark explains, walking towards to stairs that lead to the second floor of the house. "my room is upstairs. it hasn't been redecorated since i was, like, 13."

"oh, how fun." you joke, beginning to walk up the stairs with your boyfriend following behind you. "can't wait to see all the.. um.." after a long pause, you stop at the top of the stairs and turn to face him. "i can't finish my insult because i have no clue what little canadian boys like."

mark laughs and you're sure if his hands weren't full he would start hitting you in his fit of laughter like he usually does, but instead he hunches over a little at the joke before directing you to the last door on your right.

the room is small and littered with old books, cd cases, and cassette tapes, all lined up haphazardly on painted wooden shelves that were much taller than you, the freshest layer of brown paint peeling in worn spots to reveal the previous paint job done in teal. in the left corner, against the flaky yellow wallpaper, sat a red guitar and in the right corner there was a boombox on a shelf above a bed. on the right wall was a crucifix and ivory jesus stared down at the bed below it with its mismatched plaid duvet and sheets and more pillows than any one boy needs, all with different pillowcases on them, one checkered blue, another white with blue stripes, the other two in solid teal and red. it was cozy, but something irked you and it wasn't the carpeted floor or the popcorn ceiling.

"you didn't tell me it was a twin bed?" you exclaim, turning to mark who looked like he'd just seen a ghost. he makes his way past you into the room, speaking as he sets your bags on the beg and sits next to them.

"yo, listen: you can have the bed to yourself and i can have the floor if it makes you feel better" mark offers, trying to soothe you. you're still stood in the doorway, leaning against it now.

"i dont want your funky ass twin bed? id rather sleep on the cold kitchen floor downstairs." you complain, frustrated at the entire situation. "I don't want to sleep without you but also I'm not sure we'll both fit comfortably." you express. your boyfriend looks at you funny.

"are you serious?" he starts, getting up from the bed and walking towards you, stopping when he's stood just close enough that you have to look up to meet his eye. "there's definitely enough room. we'll just have to cuddle." he explains. you look up at him through long lashes and pout.

"i'm starting to think the reason you didn't tell me is because you just wanted an excuse to hold me all night." you accuse. mark holds his hands up in a way that says 'you got me.'

"well, usually you complain that i'm too warm and you end up moving away from me after i fall asleep." mark admits with a slight frown, dropping his hands to his side in order to hang his shoulders in an attempt to sulk. he looks so cute when he pouts, large dark eyes shining at you with a hint of an apology for withholding information. you push yourself off of the door frame in favor of draping your arms on mark's shoulders, fingers touching around the back of his neck.

"okay, but you do get super warm and you know i run hot too." you defend yourself. mark pits his hands on either side of your waist and cracks a smirk and you know he's thinking of a terrible joke.

"yeah, super hot."

"ew, that's so corny." you scrunch up your nose, making a disgusted face and he giggles, leaning in to pepper your cheek with kisses that you can feel the smile in.

"you're making me reconsider my option of sleeping alone." you threaten, but he only wraps his arms around you and holds you tight instead as if to say that there's no way you can back out of it now. you accept defeat.

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03. the concert

mark's parents were just as kind in person as they had been over video call. they just couldn't stop telling you how you were so much prettier in person and how proud they were that mark had found "such a nice young lady." you told them how lovely their home is and thanked them for letting you stay. the meeting was brief since you had to get to your venue for sound check and other preparations, so when your staff arrived to pick you up and whisk you away to your job, you apologized and swore that you would talk more the next day, assuming they probably wouldn't be awake by the time you got back.

sound check was smooth and you enjoyed seeing your fans for the 45 or so minutes it lasted. afterwards, you had your makeup and hair done and put on your first outfit. you made sure to take ample selfies so you could choose what to post after the concert, what to send to bubble now, and what to send to mark since you had down time.

you: [image]

markus 😒😋: my gorgeous gorgeous girl

you grin at your phone, face heating to the point you start to fan yourself. you giggle at your own incoming joke as you look through your camera roll for a video to send to your boyfriend. the video is a clip his fans like to use of him with a blush filter on his face. (you know the one)

you: [video]

markus 😒😋: yeah ok im blocking you now

you: NOOOOO ☹️

markus😒😋: too late. need to start being nicer to your boyfriend

you: but youre so cute when youre annoyed..

markus😒😋: your fans are like really loud by the way

you: ???

markus😒😋: [2 images]

markus😒😋: your number 1 fan

the images mark sends you are one of the stage you're supposed to be on in about an hour and the other is selfie of him, mask hat, and glasses on, in a seat at your venue.

you'd attended each other's concerts before and it certainly wasn't a secret to either of your fans that the two of you knew each other, having done challenges, tiktoks, and other collabs together, but it still would give you butterflies when he would show up to a concert.

you: 🥹 i told you if you would tell me beforehand that you were coming then you wouldn't have to actually buy tickets

markus 😒😋: its no fun when you know already!!!

you: next time get floor tickets so i can have eye candy in the crowd

markus 😒😋: yes ma'am 🫡

the concert went super well. you were on time and your mic was loud enough for once and your costume wasn't itchy and your boyfriend was in the crowd. you were sure multistans had already spotted him there and you hoped that he was having a good time and that everyone was leaving him alone.

during the section of the concert where you walk around and sing into a handheld mic and do fan service, you spot a particularly funny sign. the sign, which was decked out in glittery letters and lots of hearts read: "y/n let me get that nda"

you double over in laughter as the back track plays without main vocals before continuing singing, going over to the fanboy holding the sign and taking his phone to record with it. the fan all but faints when you hand his phone back and blow him a kiss. when the song ends you talk for a bit about your tour so far and read other signs, flirting with your fans (as one does) and drinking water to soothe your throat. you don't particularly even think about what you're doing as you interact with the crowd, simply happy to see them smile.

the rest of your concert goes smoothly and you stay for around 30 minutes after everyone clears out in order to help your staff pack equipment and to make sure you didn't forget anything personal at backstage. when you're changed into a hoodie and some sweats and sitting in the passenger seat of your staff's car, you notice mark hasn't texted you, which is weird. mark always texts you after a concert even if you're going back to the same apartment. you assume maybe his phone died when you shoot him a "how was it?" text and he doesn't respond. you're really too exhausted to think of anything else as the road lulls you into a quick nap as you're driven to your boyfriend's parent's house.

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04. jealousy, jealousy

mark's parents are asleep when you get back to their home, making for a silent house other than the whirring of the air conditioning and the click of you locking the front door. your boyfriend greets you as you walk through said door with a kiss on the cheek. you take in his already scruffy hair and pajama clad legs as well as the loose t-shirt he obviously just threw on.

"did your phone die?" you ask, worried as to why he didn't respond to you.

"yeah" he rubs one of his eyes with the back of his hand "man, um, traffic was crazy, i only just got here and changed."

mark hasn't been this awkward with you since the first few months you started dating. there's obviously something bothering him but you really don't know how to ask, especially when it's so late and you're still tired despite your nap.

"yeah, i didn't actually drive back so i was able to take a power nap through it." you reply. mark simply hums and turns around, walking to and up the stairs, abruptly deciding he's done with the conversation. you follow him, face twisted in mouth opened, furrowed-brow confusion whenever he had his back to you. mark lingers by the doorway in his room as you pass him to flop down dramatically on the bed, facing the wall, only bothering to kick off your shoes and socks. you don't even notice the click of him locking the door while he turns the lights off before he curls up behind you, chest to your back as he wraps his arms around you slowly. sensually. mark's breath fans on the back of your neck before he plants several slow kisses there, moving until he reaches right below the shell of your ear. all the while, his large, warm hands can't seem to to anything other than wander under your hoodie to caress your waist and stomach. you let out a breathy and quiet chuckle.

"babe, what are you doing?" you ask in a whisper.

"you know you're mine, right?" mark whispers into your ear, completely ignoring the question, yet answering it at the same time.

your skin heats all too quickly. you know exactly what this is. he's jealous. of what, you're really not sure.

your boyfriend continues to kiss around your ear, moving now to your shoulder, each kiss messier and needier than the last. one of his hands moves to cup your breast while the other sits right below your belly button, tantalizingly close to where you can feel your arousal pooling in liquid form. his pinky dips under the waistband of your sweats and stays there as he toys with your nipple, pinching the bud with two fingers, eliciting a soft whine from you to which he hisses.

"have to be quiet, baby. be quiet for me? for me?" he repeats. you breathe out a shaky "ok" as you move your arm behind you in an attempt to feel up your boyfriend, petting his side.

mark snuggles closer and you can feel his erection against your ass as he continues to massage your breast. his other hand finally dives under the waistband of your sweats, middle finger finding your clit oh so easily as he begins to almost pet you, cupping your entire mound and rocking his hands against it, middle finger pressed ever so slightly between the lips and against your bundle of nerves. you try your best to keep your whines down, your once free hand now occupied with covering your mouth. you buck embarrassingly and helplessly against mark's hand.

"desperate, huh? that why you made a show of yourself?" he coos.

you nod. of course it wasn't the truth and you both knew that. you really still weren’t sure what you even did, but your mind was too hazy to do anything except play into his hands, literally and figuratively.

mark begins to rub circles into your clit, using the friction from your panties to add to the sensation of it. you struggle to stay quiet and when you let a particularly obscene sound slip, your boyfriend groans, pulling away from you.

"sit up, baby." he commands as he gets off the bed and drops to his knees in front of you. he runs his palms up your clothed thighs when you turn to face him.

"take this off for me, princess?" he requests.

you oblige, lifting your hips to discard your sweats, deciding your hoodie is too much and discarding that as well. you don't know when mark removed his shirt, but between him locking the door and getting on his knees, it had been tossed to the opposite corner of the room, bunched up and barely visible from the moonlight filtering through the window.

mark pushes your legs open and slots himself between them, kissing the inside of your thigh, face oh so close to exactly where you need him. you look down at him in awe. the way his messy brown hair falls into his prettily-pink tinged face and how absolutely drunken on you he looks when his gaze flicks up to you might be enough for you to cum on the spot. you're practically throbbing for him when he finally presses a kiss to your clothed clit. your breath hitches and you let out a soft whimper at the contact.

"you still haven't exactly told me what i did.." you remind mark as his thumbs hook under the hem of your underwear. they linger there for a moment while he answers.

“i think you know."

you lift your hips once again to allow mark and to slip your panties down and toss them somewhere in the room. the air is cool against the heat of your cunt and you fight the urge to close your legs to keep in the warmth.

"so fucking gorgeous." mark mutters before rolling his tongue against your clit. you let out a loud whimper and he shushes you gently but does nothing more to stop you when he licks a fat stripe up your pussy before sucking your clit and coming off with an obscene pop that has you biting into the hand covering your mouth. he returns to it, making slow circles of it with his tongue while he inserts a finger into you, then two, pumping them in and out and curling them at an agonizingly slow place.

you whimper around your hand for a second before taking it slightly away from your mouth.

"i s-seriously don't know— hah— w-what i did, babe." you manage to get out.

mark pulls his face away from your heat, replacing his tongue with his thumb, increasing to a medium pace.

"touched other people. laughed at their jokes. just missed you so bad, princess. wished it was me.” he melts into the side of your thigh, looking up at you as he answers before focusing intently on the way his fingers move against you. the sound of his fingers inside of you fills the room with nasty squelching. his free hand has been rubbing circles into the outside of your thigh this whole time and you attempt to grab it to hold his hand when he finally speeds up a third time, going a pace that you can finally feel your orgasm building with. he swats your hand away.

"think you deserve it?" he asks

"m'sorry." you reply, opting to place the hand on his sheets instead. you can finally feel your release building and your moans get harder and harder to contain behind your hand.

"mark m'gonna cum, please" you plead with him. for what, you're not sure.

"that's it, good girl." he coos "let it all out, princess."

his praise is just enough to make you topple over the edge of pleasure, orgasm washing over you in waves as you let out a silent cry. mark finger-fucks you through it, not bothering to stop even when your thighs threaten to crush his head or your foot hits his back, before slowing and then finally pulling his fingers away once your clenching ceases, bringing his hand up to his mouth to lick it clean whilst you catch your breath.

"lay down, if i don't fuck your brains out right now i'm seriously gonna lose it." your eyes widen as you reposition yourself so that you're laying on your back while mark discards his pants and underwear. he crawls over you, holding himself up on one forearm as you start making out, tongues melding against each other. he breaks from the kiss to lean back and put one of your legs over his broad shoulder. he teases you, rubbing the tip of his fat cock against your still-sensitive clit.

"nobody else can do this but me right, princess?" he asks and you can hear his breath hitch as he continues to rock himself against you. you shake your head in response.

"need it so bad mark." you plead with him, tired of the teasing and the empty feeling in your core.

mark lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in slowly, inch by inch, coupled with quiet groans. the stretch is something you're never used to no matter how many times the two of you fuck; the way he fills you is delicious.

he pauses when he's fully inside you, leaning over you, causing the leg on his shoulder to fold back on you. he kisses your neck and jaw and nibbles at your ear he pulls out until just the tip remains and thrusts back into you, causing you to let out a loud combination of a whine and a strangled groan, to which mark quickly covers your mouth with his hand. he starts slow, rocking in and out of you at a leisurely pace. his free hand that isn't muffling your noises rests beside you on the bed so that he doesn't absolutely crush you. mark makes sure not to fuck into you too hard, worried the loud sounds of skin on skin might wake his parents up.

"think you can cover your own mouth for me?" he asks and you nod.

he pushes himself up so that his chest is no longer flush with yours and his hand is no longer covering your mouth. you hover the back of your hand over your mouth so that your voice is still audible enough for mark to hear, commanding him to go faster. you cover your mouth as he obliges, and he starts letting out soft moans. they're not nearly as loud as yours but they're so sexy that you almost can't help the way you try to roll your hips up into him in response.

"what would all your fans think?" he says. "folded in half for my cock... all for me." he adds, starting to get lost in the feeling of your pussy pulling him in. he throws his head back and you swear you could cum from the sight right then and there.

something snaps in mark- maybe its how close he is or how warm you are, but he stops caring about the noise and starts making pointed thrusts into you, hitting that sweet spot in you that makes your eyes roll and your back arch off the bed. the sound of his skin on yours is loud and if you weren't so fucked out then maybe you'd care, but your brain is fuzzy and your skin is tingly and the only thing you can think about is how impossibly tight the coil in your stomach is. your hand isn't enough to muffle anything anymore, your fingers keep curling and you're squirming so much that it's hard to contain any sounds you make. mark seems to have forgotten where he is because he just starts praising you like you're alone in his apartment.

"so fucking gorgeous. gonna cum, princess? yeah?" he coos.

through babbles and broken groans you manage to get out a broken "please." his thumb finds your clit and he rubs it in rough circles and you swear you're on fire. your orgasm crashes into you like a crack of lightning and you open your mouth to let out a silent scream. you squirm and kick and mark holds your hips down to fuck you through it, chasing his own orgasm all the while. he cums not too long after you with a chant of your name and a broken, choked moan as he fills you up with ropes of hot seed. your chest heaves and you honestly forget that you even exist until mark's words bring you back.

"you don't think we woke them up, right?"

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A/N ┇OH GOD!!! im actually really scared i hope this isnt as bad as it seems to me i think i just dont like it because im the one who wrote it. i got a bit out of character for mark but like also who knows what hes like during sex. you dont know. i dont know. AHH! um i hope you 🫵 enjoyed it. take a shot every time i said the word you in this fanfic.

I got distracted while editing this because I had nct mvs playing in the background and 90s love came on… winwin I miss you

#first fanfic in TWO YEARS!!!!!!!! be nice to me guys #lacey's nct fics #my fics #mark lee smut #nct 127 smut #mark lee x reader #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct #nct x reader #nct smut #idk what else to tag this

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