#that’s so cute (amidst the nastiness of it) that they take care of each other

[mysteriousrainsworld]

me eating this meal 😋🤤

kitten fever

pairing: cat hybrid husband! sannie x fem! reader

genre: hybrid au, smut

summary: after you put your baby to sleep and head to bed yourself, you come to the discovery that your dear husband just hit his rut and desperately wants to put another baby in you.

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: needy pussydrunk maniac! san, service sub! reader, they’re giving switch energy as well <3, san gets lost in subspace, big cawk sannie, only pet names/praise (baby, mama/mommy (only a few times trust), sweetheart, princess), san likes to be called kitty, san humps reader’s pillow out of desperation, kissing, wet and messy, possessiveness, grinding, nipple play (f/m receiving), lactation kink (muahahahaha), face sitting that turns into a 69, oral (f/m receiving), good ol fashioned unprotected missionary, heavy breeding kink, bulge kink, knotting, creampie, just so, so much cum……

a/n: i did a poll a lil while back to ask what vibe everyone wanted for sannie’s bday fic and soft, sweet love making with husband sannie won by a landslide ~~ but ofc i had to add my lil spin to it and made him a hybrid husband in heat hehe <33 i wrote this all in one go just rn bc i’m a ✨chronic procrastinator✨ so i had less time to perfect it but i hope it’s just as enjoyable as my other fics 🥹🫶🏼 that being said, enjoy lovelies~

song rec: same dream, same mind, same night by svt (this is a love making song and you cannot convince me otherwise 🙂‍↕️) - sex on fire by kings of leon - terrible love by boston manor (“tell me i’m everything you want~ tell me you need me~ give it everything you’ve got, so give it all~” <33)

“Hush, little baby, don’t you cry, mama’s gonna sing you a lullaby,” you cooed gently in a sing-song voice to the sweet angel laying still inside her crib, continuing your soft serenade until her eyes closed, surrendering to another night of much needed rest after a long day of adventure and learning, her tiny fingers slowly releasing the grip they had on one of yours, her tiny fluffy tail uncurling from your wrist. When you saw that your babygirl had fallen asleep, you gave her a loving kiss on the forehead, before exiting the bedroom and heading to your own.

It had taken a fair amount of time to get your baby to go to sleep, making you wonder if your husband had fallen asleep himself while he was waiting for you to come back. He must’ve been tired, especially after how worked up he was during the day, zooming around the house to get chores done despite there not being a rush, not even giving you the opportunity to make dinner either when he put his signature ‘kiss the cat’ apron on, and somehow still having the energy to run a few miles on his treadmill afterwards, claiming he still had the zoomies.

As soon as you cracked open the door, you could hear whimpering and soft, breathy panting coming from deeper inside the low lit room, a few candles burning away on your respective nightstands. Poor, sweet Sannie was probably having a nightmare of some sort. You would have to wake him.

“Baby, nnngh, need you, need you so bad, wanna be inside you, need to give you more kitties,” San voiced desperately to no one, hunched over and driving his heavy, leaking cock back and forth across the plush, pre-cum stained pillow that was kept on your side of the bed, his sweaty raven bangs sticking to his forehead, his tufted ears splayed out in opposite directions. He lowered his head further to take in your warm, flowery scent, letting out an instinctive growl and bucking his hips forward until he began to emit little breathy ‘ah, ah, ah’s’. He slowly dragged his throbbing cock along the feathered pillow, leaving thick, milky cum shots onto the previously pristine material. “Cummingggg, filling you up so deep, mama, it won’t stop….”

Well, it seems like you wouldn’t have to wake him. Your husband was already wide awake and seemingly trying to impregnate your pillow. You entered the room and closed the door behind you, causing San to look up at you with big boba eyes, his ears now on high alert, sheepishness overtaking his blushing features and a gentle, understanding one forming on yours. “Oh, my sweet Sannie, is this why you were so active today? Are you in a rut?”

San tried to cover up the evidence he left all over your pillow, his long fluffy tail curling shyly around one of his bare legs, his stained briefs riding up a bit near his inner thighs. “I-i didn’t wanna tell you because it’s hard for me to control myself when I’m like this…I can only think of one thing…”

You took a few steps forward until you were standing at the foot of the bed, hovering over San, your hands already making their way to his overheated face to caress it. “And what is that, kitty?”

San just about melted into your touch, his hot breath fanning over your skin when he sighed, gazing up at you past his fluttering lashes. “Breeding my beautiful wife…” he whispered softly, turning his head to press a lingering kiss into the palm of your hand. “I want to make love to you….feel and taste every single inch of you…remind you why you’re mine…” He whimpered, closing his eyes for a second, before they returned to you, his eyebrows upturned with desperation, his glistening lips parted every so slightly. “I’m burning up just thinking about it…”

You leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto his forehead, then his cheek, leaving one on his trembling lips afterwards. “Then, what are you waiting for, Sannie? Let’s play.”

-

“Baby, your pretty kitty, mmmnn, feels so good,” San panted, breaking the heated, messy kiss you were sharing to moan from the way you were eagerly grinding yourself on his lap, his hardened cock pressing up directly into your slippery, hot cunt, a bit of drool escaping his lips, only for you to lap it up from his chin, before your tongue repeatedly swirled around his. “Wanna knot you…”

“Not yet, Sannie….wanna have more fun with you first…” When San began to whimper and squirm around, you reached past his head to grab onto the headboard with both hands, pressing your forehead to his to keep him locked in on you. “You wanna feel me all over, yeah?” You moved your hips in a more precise motion, the pronounced edge of his cockhead catching onto your clit each time your cunt dragged up and down his length, making the both of you let out a collective moan. You lifted up your body a bit so that your heavy tits were bouncing ever so slightly in his face, watching as your husband fell into a trance. “Wanna taste me too, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, mama, wan’ it all,” San nodded drunkenly, repeatedly licking at his lips and fangs, bringing his hands up to your tits to feel the weight of them, squeezing into them slightly, his tail quickly slamming against the side of the bed as though he were a dog. He knew they were filled with milk, and it drove him absolutely nuts.

How adorable. Your kitten was too predictable. You pressed your tits together, holding them near his pretty blushing face. “Does kitty need milk?”

“Yes, please!” San opened his mouth up just in time for you to press your chest into his face, his lips closing around one of your nipples, licking and sucking at it until he began to taste the sweet essence of your milk. Deep purrs reverberated from his chest and throat, clearly content, letting go of one tit to focus on the other, pinching your nipple to watch as your milk spurted out of it and landed on his small pink tongue.

“Nnngh, that’s good, baby…” Humming, you ran your fingers through your husband’s soft hair as he gently coaxed more of the milkiness out of your tits one by one, eventually reaching down to rub your thumbs over his nipples, rolling them in circles until he began to let out muffled moans and whimpers. “Sannie’s so sensitive, hm? Even more sensitive now that he’s in a rut…so desperate for Mommy’s kitty.”

San gulped your sweetness down, a few drops dribbling down his chest, before he gasped at the sensation of you pinching his sensitive buds. “Y-yes, Sannie wants to be inside mama so bad….” He nibbled on one of your puffy nipples, dragging his rough tongue over it just to hear you whine, looking up at you to take in your suddenly submissive gaze. “My pretty girl’s sensitive too, I take it.”

“Always, because of that tongue of yours…” you murmured, digging your nails into the headboard when he forcefully pushed your tits together and ran his tongue back and forth over your nipples, biting them with his fangs for good measure.

“S-sannie…!”

When San felt a fresh wave of slick leak out onto his lap, his eyes started to narrow into slits, his instinctive urge to dominate you beginning to slip past the surface of his hazy mind. “So wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? It’s all going to waste too….Such a shame…”

“Wanna lick it up, kitty?” you asked sweetly, bringing your lips down to his, tasting the sweetness of your milk on his moving tongue.

“Mm. Sit on my face, princess,” he commanded in a slightly deeper tone, waiting for you to climb off of him so that he could lower himself down onto the bed. Just as you faced away from him and lifted your leg up to go over him, San grabbed you by your soft hips and pulled you down onto his face, immediately getting to work.

San dipped his tongue between your slick lips and dragged it up, painfully slow at first, so that he could savor your warm taste, licking a long stripe toward and then over your clit. He repeated this action until all that could be heard in the room was his wet tongue coming in contact with your soaking cunt, along with the groans he was letting out with each lick. Opening his eyes to admire your pretty plush pussy, he pressed a kiss onto your bud, before sucking on it with varying degrees of intensity, reveling in the way his pretty wife moaned desperately for more. “That’s it, huh, babygirl? Your pussy’s getting so messy, you must be getting close already….”

“F-fuck, yes, I’m close…don’t stop, Sannie,” you sighed out, suddenly distracted by the sight of your husband’s throbbing cock standing at full attention between his thighs. Licking at your lips, you carefully lowered yourself down until you could slurp and suck the pre-cum that pooled out of his reddened cockhead with ease, opening your mouth wide enough to take most of his cock down your throat inch by inch.

“Oh my god, baby, I won’t last if you do that….” San tossed his head back for a second, temporarily losing himself to the pleasure of having his cock buried inside the hot, wet heaven of your mouth and throat, moaning hoarsely all the while. Feeling more of your slick drip onto his heated skin, he remembered about his current mission. Once his tongue returned to your dripping slit, you started to rock your hips in time with San’s lips, your clit even bumping against your husband’s nose, your thighs beginning to tremble.

You took San’s cock down your throat as deep as it would go, using your spilling saliva to jerk off the rest of his length that you couldn’t reach with your mouth, hearing him begin to emit muffled whimpers and curses against your pulsing cunt, feeling his thighs tighten up underneath your touch.

You continued to move in sync, your hips now desperately rocking against San’s splayed out tongue, your moans playing a hypnotic rhythm. You always seemed to fall into this matching pattern of giving and receiving, losing yourselves in each other’s love and pleasure. Just as you began to squirm around, San’s hands slipped from your thighs where they were previously squeezing to your waist, wrapping them tightly around your middle to keep you still as your release poured out onto his tongue.

“Sannieeee, so good, so good, gonna cum,” you whined out once you pulled yourself off of his cock, your lips connected to the sticky tip with a few strands of milky saliva.

“Me too, baby, me too. Fuck, take it for me, okay? Be good and take it all,” San moaned against your convulsing cunt, lapping up the rest of your arousal, just as he began to shudder, forcefully tossing his head back into his pillow.

You caught the seemingly endless stream of cum on your tongue, some of it shooting into the back of your throat. You swallowed it all without hesitation, before climbing off of him and leaning down to press your lips onto his.

He eagerly kissed you back, gently lowering you down onto the mattress so that he could climb on top of you, the both of you desperately exchanging your warm arousal with one another, only breaking the dizzying kiss when neither of you could take a proper breath. “I love you, Y/N…” he whispered near your cheek.

“I love you too, San…”

Gazing deeply into your half-lidded eyes, San gently lowered his body weight onto you, not having to ask to know what you both needed when he positioned himself near your entrance and slipped right in, the both of you moaning in unison.

“Ready for my litter, baby? I’m gonna fill you up over and over, okay? I won’t stop until you tell me to…” Saliva pooled in San’s mouth as a low, deep purr rumbled inside his chest. Part human or not, your husband’s cat-like traits still made themselves present when he was sheathed inside you like this, especially now that he was in a rut.

“Yes, give it all to me, Sannie, I want your kitties,” you begged breathlessly, hardly able to think now that you were getting stretched out by your husband’s thick length, your legs hooking around his small waist once he began to recklessly drill himself into you.

“I’ll give it all to you, baby, have it all, have all of me.” Huffing and puffing, San pounded his cock into you, slipping out a few times due to how incredibly wet you were, taking the time to slap his cock down onto your abdomen, just to show the both of you how his length just about reached your ribs, watching you swallow hard, your hazy, tear filled eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“I can take it, Sannie. I can, I promise,” you reminded him gently, just as he slipped back inside you, pounding your pussy as if he had never stopped.

“Yes, you can, you’re gonna take it all, because you’re mine, mine, mine,” San groaned out near your ear like a mantra, his heavy body flush against yours, your legs hanging off of his broad shoulders, slamming his cock into you like you were just a toy, your cunt taking it like you were made specifically for him, his tail wrapped tightly around one of your ankles, almost acting as an anchor to keep the both of you from slipping out of reality.

“Yours, yours, yours…” you chanted back, your nails starting to dig and rake down his back, starting to fade away once your high rapidly took over. “Sannieeee, give me your knot, please…”

Almost as if on command, San’s knot began to form inside your cunt, stretching you out to the max. He pulled back slightly so that he could press his hands into your abdomen, feeling just how thick and heavy his cock was inside of you. “That’s my good girl…Look at you….my pretty little wife, taking all of my knot like this. It’s gonna break and your womb’s gonna be flooded with my cum, you know…You wanna get knocked up again for me, baby?”

“Mm-hmm!”

He nosed at your neck, taking in your pretty scent, whispering, “Help me breed you, baby.”

“Breed me, kitty….Make me yours forever…” You clutched your hands into his waist and pulled his hips taut to yours, your cunt clenching around his cock just as San melted into you, whispering countless promises of love, mixed with involuntary curses into your ear, the dam finally breaking.

A short, broken cry tore out of your throat as you squirted onto San’s twitching cock, endless waves of hot cum pouring out past your cervix and filling your womb up with his potent seed, rendering you vulnerable to the very real possibility of impregnation by your dear hybrid husband. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Purring, San pulled you into his arms and began to lick at the tears that had stained your flushed cheeks, grooming you in his own special way. He nuzzled into you, his tail coiling protectively around one of your wrists, his lips ghosting along your jaw, one of his twitching ears tickling your own. “We’ll have to paint our baby girl’s room half blue if we end up having a boy.”

You giggled, nuzzling into your husband’s loving touch. “Bold of you to assume we won’t have another girl.”

San smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with love and adoration for you. “That’s fine. I’m a girl dad, after all.”

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[hobidreams]

october 1865.

you never thought you would smile like this again, but here you are. and here he is, by your side.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: fluffy fluff words: 5k 😳 contains: historical au, chuseok date!, eunuch kim!, so much cuteness, guest appearances hehe

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 13. start from the beginning?

“How do I look, mom?”

Standing before the mirror, you nervously smooth the delicate sash of the pink hanbok for the hundredth time, careful not to lean down too much and dislocate the floral ornament carefully pinned in your hair. There have been doves fluttering in your stomach the entire afternoon; you don’t know if you tied this correctly or if your hair is braided right, and you can’t ask any of your nearby neighbours for fear of discovery that your plans are different than theirs tonight. Mother would know exactly what to do and what to say to make you feel at ease. But want you want most is for her to see you all grown up like this. Finally able to properly wear the outfit you coveted for so long, and hold your head high in it too. You think she’d be proud.

You manage a smile as you run your fingertips along the edge of the ornament, a gift from mother on your twelfth birthday. It’s almost been a year since her passing, and you still miss her more than anything. But you also know now that the best way to honor her is to be happy, and to carry on her work, her legacy. So far, you’ve begrudgingly won a few scraps of respect from the male physicians, and it’s a start.

“I hope you’re doing well up there,” you say, letting your gaze drift out the window to the beaming Chuseok moon, hoping the wind might take your words and your love all the way to her.

“Hey. Are you ready?”

You are grateful that the door is closed because the way you snap to attention is frankly embarrassing.

"Yes, just a moment, seja-jeonha!" you say in a nervous half-whisper, half-exclamation as you allow yourself one last glimpse at the mirror. This is going to be fine. You're going to be relaxed and have a good time, even if you are sneaking out of the palace with arguably the second most important person in the country.

Putting on a smile that hopefully looks effortless, you pull open the door and practically gasp out loud at the sight of him.

It's perhaps the first time you've seen the prince out of the traditional royal robes. It's an excellent disguise -- the clothes of a young yangban lord, done in a deep-dyed scarlet that contrasts his usual navy. A cinched belt fastens the coat deftly, juxtaposed against the dragging, silky sleeves beside it, making him seem somehow more elegant in the way he holds himself. Completing the look is the gat that sits atop his head, its wide-brim tilted low so it covers enough of his face that he wouldn't be recognized, at least not to anyone who spared him a passing glance (not that they would know his face to begin with). The gat strap hangs low in front of his chest, the intricate beading betraying just how truly expensive this hat is. He is, in short, unfairly, unfathomably handsome.

You are forever grateful that you chose to dress up; if nothing else, at least you will look suitable standing next to him, at least for a night.

If Yoongi thinks anything of your outfit, he covers it with a slight cough, his cheeks faintly reddened from the cold. “Good. Come on. We have to be quick.”

You nod, following him out into the night air.

With swift steps and strategic maneuvering, it doesn't take you long to reach one side of the imposing wall that separates palace from town. There, you find a familiar face waiting for you.

"Good evening," Eunuch Kim says with a bow. He’s wearing a different, muted set of green robes and donned a gat as well. “As you instructed, the select guards have been informed to keep quiet, and all else has been taken care of. Let us go."

He likely insisted on coming, as one of the caveats for your illicit excursion. You don't mind, since this isn't the first time he's had to do such a thing, always so worried about his rebellious, stubborn charge. You watch as he lets Yoongi go past first, then gestures for you.

“You look lovely tonight, uinyeo-nim,” Eunuch Kim says, and you share a small, furtive smile that feels like he’s cheering you on. Then you step past the official gates, feeling so acutely the pattering of your pulse because this is truly happening.

For the first handful of minutes, you remain both terrified and anticipatory that you'll be snatched back by the royal guard and accused of kidnapping the prince or something equally ridiculous as being on an actual outing with him. Beside you, Yoongi doesn't seem to have these worries as he walks by your side (though still a respectful, proper distance apart), letting his arms slightly swing while he kicks up dust with his slippers.

Just as you're wondering if you're being an awful companion and not making conversation, he says, "haven't been outside the palace in ages."

“Me too. It's… a little strange, having all this freedom to roam and do what I want. Even if it’s just for a night.”

“I'll say.” Yoongi makes an exasperated noise. “There are too many rules in that place. Can't do anything without being watched.” He gives a minor tilt of his head towards your chaperone, though it's more a tease rather than actually spiteful. Eunuch Kim, for his own sake, pretends not to see or hear the jab.

You smile. “It's for your safety, seja-jeonha.”

“So they say. But they'll regret it when I die of boredom first.”

He rolls his eyes and you laugh, and the palpitations in your stomach ease just like that.

As you draw ever closer to the town, the harmony of string and wind instruments crescendo and build with the jubilant chatter of the townspeople. It's getting to you in the best of ways; you're becoming so elated at the prospect of the festivities that you start to speed up, soon practically rushing towards the town square at a pace that forces Yoongi and Eunuch Kim to run to follow.

"…Wow!"

At the base of the square, your entire face brightens with the wondrous sight unfolding before you. There are people everywhere. Some down celebratory alcohol, others munch on sweet treats, and more still singing along to the traditional folk tunes with robust vibrato, regardless of whether they’re on key or not. You can’t find a single frown amidst all this mirth, and that’s just the way you like it. It’s overwhelming: the sights, the sounds, and the mouthwatering smell of something delicious and fried.

Yoongi eventually jogs up to you, forced to inhale a few quick breaths to refill his lungs. “Are you that hungry?” He asks, the corner of his lips curling up.

Oh god, you just made the prince run.

"No...! Not at all! I’m deeply sorry, seja-jeonha. I got too excited, didn’t I?”

“Not at all. Shall we get something to eat first then?”

You avert your eyes, though you really haven’t had dinner tonight. “No, please. Let us do what you would like.”

Yoongi grins as if it is of no consequence. “What I want? Well, then, I want to go this way.”

As is his habit, he begins to walk in the direction he chooses without notice, though this time he has to weave through the people that crowd the area. His disguise is working well; he is largely ignored as he passes, leading your little group all the way to an open alleyway where stalls line each side, lit up with lamps and vividly colored banners.

A twinge of sadness squeezes your heart as you look at the spread. You faintly remember a decade ago that there used to be a full row of assorted delicacies and sweets for purchase; now it’s mostly merchants with tables of books and hairpins, food becoming too scarce for most to sell with the grain shortage, even if they need the funds. Still, everyone seems to be doing their best with what they’ve got.

Sudden shouts ring out right beside you, nearly blowing your ears out with how loud they are.

“Jeon! Freshly fried shrimp and fish jeon for sale!”

“Hot, hot, hot nokdujeon over here!”

“Gaah!” you exclaim, eyes wide. You wouldn’t be surprised if the monks up the mountain heard about this jeon! When you turn to see who the hell is making all this commotion, you’re met with the scowling faces of two men, glaring furiously at each other in-between tending to their sizzling pans in adjacent stalls. The bearded one looks about seconds away from giving the other younger man a good smack with the fishing rod leaning on the wall behind him.

Said younger man gives a snicker. “No wonder my sales are beating yours. Why would anyone want your shrimp when they could have my delicious mung beans?”

“Say that again, if you dare.”

“Why would anyone want your gross shrimp when—”

“Yah, you can take your beans and shove them right up your nasty sokgot—”

“Excuse me,” Yoongi cuts in between them with a smirk. “I’ll take two orders of each. Preferably not ones shoved anywhere.” He drops coins on both counters, more than enough to cover the food.

“Ahem.” They levy two very similar glares at each other before beginning to package the orders for consumption, switching to polite honorifics in the process. “Yes, sir!”

“Right away, sir!”

They work deftly, obviously very practiced in the art. Neither of them drop so much as a crumb, even though they seem to be racing.

"My lord, here is your order," Fish Jeon says, only to be roughly shoved aside by Mung Bean in a rush to hand over the goods first.

"Please enjoy, sir!"

Yoongi takes the round and crispy nokdujeon, all wrapped in parchment paper. His amused chuckling makes you feel a little warmer, a bit fonder than you should. Especially when he then promptly passes the package to you.

"Seja--" You cut yourself off before you make the mistake. "Um. My lord, this is for me?" You ask, even though you're practically drooling at the scent.

"Did I give it to someone else? Eat."

He turns, hands off one of the assorted jeon plates to Eunuch Kim behind him, who accepts gratefully with a bow.

You, and your stomach, don’t need to be told twice. After blowing on the golden batter, you take a generous bite, accidentally smearing a bit of it on your cheek in the process but god, it tastes incredible. Mung Bean may be loud, but he clearly doesn’t tell lies. You have to hold yourself back from inhaling the pancake whole, instead savoring each nibble on your tongue.

“Come on. Keep going before the crowd grows,” Yoongi says, urging you forward with a jerk of his chin before biting into his own pancake. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile this much before, and it’s with slight regret that you tear your eyes away to look where you’re going.

From behind you as you start to walk, you hear, "Jungkook, you brat, shouldn't you be more respectful to your elders?!"

"Whatever, hyungnim. Nokdujeon! Better-than-his-fish nokdujeon!"

There is a very distinctive thwap as you move into the merchant area.

The first booth you come to belongs to a woman that you recognize, selling the latest romance novel by a rising author, Taehyun. She recognizes you too, waving you over with enthusiasm. “Oh, hello! We just received this last week. A tale of forbidden love between a yangban lady and a fisherman! Full of tension and…” she lowers her voice conspiratorially, “more than a few kisses!”

“Do people actually read things like this?” Yoongi mutters, staring at the covers.

“Huh? No! Well, hah, I certainly don’t!” You hope your face looks plausibly innocent. “But thank you,” you turn to say to the woman before hurriedly walking on before she can expose your ruse. The prince doesn’t need to know about the precious books you keep in a secret stash in your room. A lady can’t only study all day, right?

(You make a mental note to come back to town and pick up a copy later.)

Down the row you go, reluctantly finishing off the pancake on the way. Yoongi hands you the entire second plate of jeon not long after. “I don’t want it,” he says, watching you brighten at the prospect of more food. He does end up stealing a piece of shrimp from within your grasp later, throwing it casually into his mouth before you can even react.

The next display to really catch your attention is one laden with delicately handcrafted ornaments, pins, bracelets, and perfumes. “Wow!” You gush, leaning over the table as you try to calculate how much money you brought with you because you want it all, even though you rarely have the occasion to dress up. Still, you want at least something as a keepsake, to hold your memories of this precious day. Yoongi stops and waits for you; you forget it should be the other way around.

“Oh my, Eun-a-ssi? Is that you?”

What? You look up, breath hitched.

“Oh, my apologies.” The woman behind the booth is elderly, her hair grey, eyes wrinkling warmly as she smiles. “My mistake. My eyesight isn’t what it was. You… look a lot like a woman I know. I haven’t seen her in a long time now.”

“Eun-a… Eun-a was my mother,” you murmur. “She passed away last year.”

The woman’s eyes widen as she clutches her hands to her chest. “She did? Oh… Oh no… I’m so sorry, child. Then you must be—” She thinks for a moment, then says your name. You nod, and a small smile slips back on her lips, though now tinged with sadness. You know the feeling. “My name is Hong Sook-ja. I used to live right here in town with Eun-a-ssi, until all those years ago when she moved into the palace and I moved to the countryside. Your mother used to bring you into town for Chuseok and we got to know each other then. These days, I just come back every once in a while to see my granddaughter and great-grandson, so I must have missed the news.”

“It’s alright, Sook-ja-ssi. Mom lived well,” you say, ignoring the twinge in your chest. Any glimpse into mother’s life before she had you fills you with a certain homesickness, alongside the joy. “She was happy. And I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you are living well too.”

“Good. Good. She deserved happiness.” Sook-ja sighs, letting the information sink in. Only after one last kind smile does she finally seem to notice Yoongi standing beside you, trying his best not to intrude. “Now, is this handsome lord your companion? Perhaps your betrothed?”

“N-No!” You immediately cry, not wanting Yoongi to misunderstand, to think that his rank could be dragged so low as to match yours. Sook-ja should know that these class lines, even between yangban and cheonmin, are not so easily crossed. But the mischief in her gaze seems to suggest she doesn’t care much about that. “No, we’re just out. Together.”

“Yes. Out. Together,” Yoongi echoes, just as the door behind Sook-ja starts to open with a noisy creak.

A young woman dressed in a pretty hanbok steps out of the house with a smile. “Grandma, are you interrogating the customers again… Oh, hey! Kim-nim!”

All three of you turn your heads to look at Eunuch Kim, who couldn’t look more surprised at the woman’s appearance if Yoongi started growing a tail. He flusters, stepping back as if that could protect him. “Ahh, Chun-ja-ssi…! You’re, um, here! And you look, wow—” He almost drops the last piece of jeon altogether. “I was not expecting you to be here— I mean, not that I was thinking of you being elsewhere— Uh, not that I think about you that often—”

“This is my granddaughter,” Sook-ja explains, saving the poor man. “Chun-ja. She and her son, Han-jae, are the best parts of my life. She’s so clever, she can even read and write, you know!”

Chun-ja flushes under the praise. “My grandmother likes to exaggerate. But it’s very nice to meet you both,” she says, bowing in greeting as Sook-ja excuses herself, exiting through the same door.

Yoongi is once again smirking. “So, how do you know Kim-nim?”

“Mm, it was about two years ago? I was helping one of the merchants bring grain into the palace. Kim-nim saw me struggling with a particularly heavy pot, and so he helped me carry it. Since then, we chat for a bit every time he’s in town on an errand, and exchange the occasional letter! When he remembers to write me back, that is. Though his letters are often so lovely that I don’t mind the wait.” Chun-ja offers Eunuch Kim a grin that he can’t quite return with ease.

Yoongi has to work hard to keep his face relatively straight as he says, “hmm. So that is why he’s always disappearing from the palace with those weak excuses? And using all that ink? He always said it was for something important.”

“Seja— My lord! Please!” Spare me, Eunuch Kim’s wilted expression pleads. You have to hide your amusement behind a hand, lest you burst out with inappropriate laughter.

Once again, Sook-ja comes to the rescue as she shuffles out of the house, holding two familiar objects that make your eyes light up. “You’re both in luck. I knew we had a few extra this year, even after that rascal great-grandson of mine ruined a few with his roughhousing. He’d still be causing trouble if he weren’t off with his friends right now.” Sook-ja sighs. “I wish my grandson were still around to scold him. But anyway, I’d be happy if you’d take them!”

“Wish lanterns!” You exclaim, taking the lightly orange cloth contraption with glee. “Oh, I haven’t seen these up close in years.” The palace celebrations don’t usually include them, leaving you to try and catch the sight of the tiny, almost imperceptible lights floating into the sky from so far away. You’ve always loved the thought of the lamps surging towards that boundless sky, endlessly drifting, free to follow the wind.

“Do you know how to start it?” Chun-ja asks. You shake your head. “Let me show you.”

As Chun-ja explains the mechanisms behind the lantern to you, Yoongi reaches for his coin pouch. “We must give you something in exchange.” Yoongi produces several mun coins that are at least five times the lanterns’ actual worth, and tries to give them to her.

Sook-ja pushes his hand away. “No, no, it’s a present!”

“I insist.” Yoongi tries again, only to be rejected, again. He wonders if she would be so obstinate if she knew who he really was. (Probably yes.) “Alright… What if I take another item from the table to make it a fair trade?”

“Stubborn, aren’t you?” Sook-ja bursts into laughter, her belly shaking beneath her skirt. “Fine. Take your pick!”

Yoongi barely scans the accessories; he snatches up the bracelet you were looking at before and tucks it into his jeogori with a secret smile. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Sook-ja says warmly, before her smile dips down conspiratorially. “It’ll look good on her. Anyway, have fun! Enjoy the night.”

“I’m sure we will.” Yoongi shifts his attention to you. “All done? Then let’s keep going.”

“Yes, my lord,” you say, happily clutching the lanterns. “Thank you so much, Sook-ja-ssi. Chun-ja-ssi.”

Chun-ja beams. “Our pleasure. I hope we see each other in town again soon. And Kim-nim, don’t forget your letters!”

“Yes, of course, I will. I mean, I won’t. Forget, that is. Uh, I’ll write. G-Goodbye.” Eunuch Kim bows twice in quick succession before hurrying after you two, trying his best not to look back for one last glimpse of what he’s left behind.

You continue your wandering through the rest of the festival, marveling at the sheer strength of the wrestlers and then the elegance of the dancers. Absently, you wish this atmosphere could stay in place forever, and that everything else could just vanish into the smoke and ash of the burning campfires, but you know too well that life is a balance. And right now, with the prince’s silky sleeve pressed almost right against yours as you walk past a chorus of singers, the scales have temporarily tipped in your favor.

Eventually, all your wandering takes you to almost the outskirts of town, to an area you visited before with your mother. It takes some squinting but you eventually recognize the obscure path among the bushes, and immediately gesture towards it. The prince has shown you so much tonight; you want to return the favor, especially since his steps are beginning to slow. “This way! Please come with me.”

“Are you sure this is safe?” Eunuch Kim calls. “We cannot let anything happen to our lord!”

You start down the road. “Completely!”

It’s been so long since you last took these steps, but it all comes back to you effortlessly as you take the lead. It takes a few minutes, just a few, to reach the clearing you seek. And it is exactly as you remember it — the nature growing with a wild, greedy virility, the oddly shaped rocks studded in the dirt, and the reflecting pond, its water rippling from the drag of the autumn wind across its surface. There is no one here, which is exactly how you expected it to be.

“Here it is, seja-jeonha.”

“It’s quiet,” he marvels, and steps further in. He stops at the edge of the pond, staring not down but out, at the reflection of the full moon in its depths.

“I thought that you could use a change of environment. You look a little tired.” At this point, you know him well enough to tell that the neutrality of his expression shows subtle signs of weariness.

“The noise. It can be overwhelming at times. I’m not used to so much of it, usually. But I like the songs.”

You nod. “I understand perfectly! That’s why mom took me here in the first place. It used to be her secret spot when she was growing up.”

His arms shift, sleeves brushing the sides of his jacket. “She was a kind woman.”

“Very much so.”

You feel the breeze swiftly pick up, weaving through the strands of hair that have come loose from your up-do. The curling leaves around you rustle with welcome relief, bathing in the atmosphere, the rare tranquility of such a beautiful evening.

“Shall we float the lanterns?” You suggest after a spell.

“Sure.” Yoongi indicates for Eunuch Kim to bring the lanterns over. “Matches?”

Eunuch Kim fumbles in his robes for a few seconds before he realizes with a start that they’re just not there. “My apologies!” He bows. “I must have left the matches back at the booth!”

Yoongi sighs. “Too distracted by Chun-ja-ssi, hm?” Eunuch Kim flushes. “Go get them then.”

“But to leave you alone—”

“I’m not alone.”

Eunuch Kim looks between the prince and you a few times in rapid succession, his thoughts evidently as wavering as his eyes. He finally lands back on the prince.

“…Understood. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

You both watch him go, the quick pace of his steps no doubt brought on by anticipation.

“I can’t believe he’s been involved with a woman without any of us knowing,” Yoongi says, his tone betraying his real fondness.

“It’s sweet.” You smile, wondering if Eunuch Kim will ever manage to stop the stuttering long enough to actually tell Chun-ja how much he appears to like her. He is a mature man with most aspects, but apparently you’ve happened upon his one sole weakness. “But… He’ll probably be gone for a while. We won’t be able to light the lanterns.”

“I thought as much when I told him to go.”

“Well, it’s nice to take a break.” You don’t mention that you’d probably go anywhere and do anything, even if it’s just sitting around waiting, if it was with him. Instead, you look down at the pond, the water stilling enough for there to be a slightly blurry reflection of yourself awaiting below. “Hm. The water’s gotten a bit murkier these years. It used to be clear enough to see perfectly in. But it’s not so bad! Come look!”

Yoongi does. His pale face, all dark eyes and that rough, obvious scar, appears beside yours.

You fully intended on saying something else but that thought falls clear out of your mind when you realize just how undone your hair has become in all the bustle of the celebrations. I look like a mess, you think in a panic, hurriedly feeling for the strands to tuck them back. You’ve only managed to get one side fixed when a rock comes flying out of nowhere, plunging into the water with a noisy thunk! It disturbs both your reflections and wrecks the temporary mirror as cold droplets splash back.

“Hey!” You cry, leaping back from the pond to Yoongi’s grin. “What was that for?”

He has the audacity to look innocent. “Nothing. Haven’t you ever skipped rocks?”

“That was more a throw than a skip,” you grumble, checking your skirt as you hope it didn’t take too much damage. Thankfully, only a few drops actually landed on the precious fabric. “But yes, I love skipping rocks. Properly.”

“Here then.” You open your palm at Yoongi’s behest and he drops a stone into it. “Show me how to do it properly.”

You accept the challenge and plant one foot behind you, staring down a point in the middle of the pond, angling your arm as you position the stone in your hand. You most definitely look the part of an expert as you let the thing go. It shoots towards the water at a rapid speed, whooshing right through the air like a tiny bullet as it hits the surface at the angle and then proceeds to instantly sink to the bottom like, well, a rock.

Yoongi’s raucous laugh is no less than a roar, his entire body wracked with the exertion as he practically doubles over. He only gets louder when he sees the embarrassment on your face, the absolute mortification.

“I never said I was good at it…” You mutter, deciding to try a second time. This rock plummets right down to the watery floor too, refusing to save you even a little bit of face.

Yoongi’s settled into an infuriatingly smug look. “So, you can’t actually skip a stone. But you still love doing it?”

“That’s right.”

“Why?” He effortlessly makes a single skip before his pebble capsizes.

“I have a theory.” His curiosity piques at that; a turn of his head. “That it’s not up to us if the rock skips or not. Even if we have all the technique in the world,” you pick up another stone, “if the wind just happens to blow a bit harder, or if a fish from beneath disturbs the rhythm, or even if the tides themselves decide to surge up… It’ll fail. Or only skip the once. But—” You clutch the rock tightly in your hand and feel the weight, the cold, steady shape. “But if we wish hard enough. If we just keep trying every time we have the opportunity again and again…” This time, your rock is truly flying as it smacks the rippling water and skips a miraculous four times before finally dropping into the deep. “The universe might just make it happen.”

“…Or you need more practice.”

You shrug. “I’d rather believe that there are some things in the world simply out of our control. But that we can still hope for those things to shift, to change for the better if we never give up.”

Yoongi falls silent, staring at the ground through his downcast, delicate eyelashes. Maybe you said too much, you think. You didn’t mean to ramble. It’s just something you’ve thought about often. For these past months, it’s been the only thing keeping you going on the hardest, loneliest days. But you’ve made it. You’re still here. And by some miracle, he’s right here with you.

(You think maybe this is happiness.)

“I like that.” His eyes flick up to meet yours with an intensity that says he’s listening. He’s contemplating your thoughts and taking you seriously. He rubs the back of his neck, scratching at an invisible mark. “It’s a good theory. I… I understand it.”

There’s a weight to those words that you feel in the pit of your heart. A pull that draws you to him like the reckless tides towards his moon – a gravitational longing to know what truth vibrates beneath. You wonder if he feels it too.

“Seja-jeonha, I’ve returned!”

Eunuch Kim comes rushing back into the clearing, wielding the packet of matches. You both turn to him, letting the moment be whisked away with the wind whipping past the emerald robes, though you keep it safe in your memories. The eunuch has brought ink and brushes too, for you to write your wishes on the fabric itself. Increases the chance of their coming true, or so the legend goes.

After a few swishes of the brush, it doesn’t take long to light the fires. Your darkly inked characters are lit up by the flame, flickering staunchly beneath the opening as you each clutch a lantern in your hands and look at each other.

“What are you wishing for?” Yoongi asks.

“For more jeon,” is your reply, followed by an easy laugh that he echoes.

Then you let the lantern go as he does — two firebirds soaring side by side into the twinkling night.

a/n: *cue Can You Feel the Love Tonight playing softly in the background even though it hasn’t been invented yet*. hope you’re all enjoying sweet Yoon 🥺

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

*Looks at your recent requests*. How about we get some fluff here as well? Maybe Mipha and Kohga taking care of each other after a battle?

Mipha getting healed for once? That's new? Let's do it!

"You're hurt!"

"I usually don't mean this respectfully, but in this case I do- fuck you I'm fine."

They had just finished clearing out a hoard of moblins that were threatening to enter the akkala labs. Mipha had pulled her weight, and suffice to say, so did Kohga. If anything, he pulled more of his weight in an attempt to protect her. It left quite the nasty gash on his leg, even exposing some of his skin through the clothes. She waited till he sat down before kneeling down to look at the damage. Kohga quickly covered his gash with his other leg, trying to keep her from looking at it.

"I said I'm fine! If I was in pain, I'd be telling you! Go attend to the soldiers-"

"HUSH!"

She didn't mean to raise her voice at him, of course she didn't. But she could see the pain, and it hurt HER just as much. She gave him a determined look, lips pursed.

"You will let me heal your wound! I know it's bad because you're NOT letting me look at it! I know you! Now, let me see it before it gets infected!"

Kohga hesitated, before grumbling like a spoiled child. He begrudgingly offered up his leg, and sure enough, it was a deep gash, already having blood cascade down his skin. Mipha held onto his leg, using her other hand to try to heal him.

"You try to act strong for everyone. I know you do. But you don't NEED to neglect yourself for the sake of trying to look strong. I know you are. And I care for you-"

"You got a cut on your forehead."

She finished healing just in time. She felt at her forehead, and sure enough, a pin drop of blood leaked from her forehead.

"Oh. So I do. No matter, it's a small wound. Now, let me patch this up for you, I know Yiga don't appreciate exposed skin."

Mipha pulled out a piece of red thread (she always carried sewing materials for cases like this), and just when she was about to finish, she felt Kohga put something on her forehead. She looked up at him, and he showed her just what he put on; a banana band aid. He shrugged.

"Hey. You gotta heal too, lil' red."

It was so...bizarre. Someone offering to heal HER for once. It was a cute gesture, simple as it was. And amidst the death and blood and wounds, it healed her heart, through and through. She suddenly started to laugh, and it was so infectious, Kohga joined in too. Oh they were giggling, silly oafs. When she managed to get up (it took a minute, as her legs suddenly felt like jelly), she held onto the side of Kohga's face.

"You're quite the healer. I might just be out of a job if you keep this up."

Kohga chuckled, shooting her the finger guns.

"Hey, you're the cute one here. I'm just sexy as shit."

Kohga was a sweet man. Even though she knew there was some pain there, and not just in his leg.

[melodiesofblueroses]

Could you hcs for kouta, yuu and ryo on a beach date with their s/o? Thank you!

Ahh this is long overdue, I'm so sorry anon! But this idea was so so so cute omg. Beach dates are simply amazing, especially during the summer. Thank you sm for the request, and I hope you enjoy ���

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kouta Hasegawa x gn!reader, Yuu Mizuno x gn!reader, Ryo Nishimiya x gn!reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

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☆ Kouta Hasegawa

admittedly, he was a bit hesitant to go when you first suggested the idea of a beach date given how easily he burnt in the sun, though he quickly gave in once he saw how excited you were

a beach date did sound quite fun for a day off even if he was sure to melt in the heat. at least you guys could play in the ocean which was bound to cool you off

plus, the thought of seeing you in a swimsuit made him experience heart palpitations right then and there. needless to say, he became more excited about the date the more he thought about it

i can see kouta being a bit too cautious of sunburns since they were quite painful and nasty, so he definitely lathers up on sunscreen given his tendency to burn, and he most likely does the same to you

much of the date is spent in the shade, underneath the umbrella you two had propped up in the sand, just happy to be in each other’s presence. the long week had been rather tiring, and this date was the perfect way to rewind and relax

i don’t think kouta was a big fan of beaches in general. the sand got everywhere; the sun showed no mercy; and the feeling of having wet sand stuck to your feet surely was uncomfortable

but even then, as long as he was with those he loved, kouta did find himself looking forward to spending some time on the beach

the first thing you guys do after setting up your area is pretty much just sit down and enjoy the salty ocean breeze. there was something about the calm atmosphere of the beach and the rhythmic rocking of the waves with you by his side that kouta adored

sure, you guys have had your fair share of dates before, such as a nice stroll through the park or having a picnic underneath the cherry blossoms, but the beach was certainly different in a sense

this was also kouta’s chance to laze around, and add the warmth of the sun into the mixture, and he’s pretty much sluggish, wanting to do nothing but spend time next to you in the shade

so for most of the date, you guys are watching the waves or simply talking to one another about who knows what. and the time spent in silence, the two of you simply relished in the other’s touch and proximity

(he might even find himself falling asleep as he lay in your lap and as you played with his hair)

once the sun is lower in the sky, and it’s a little bit cooler, you and kouta take a stroll around the beach as well, hand-in-hand and enjoying the view

this was one of his favorite moments of any beach date. the sunset with all its colors looked so pretty as it set upon the waves, and he was spending it with his lovely partner. there really was nothing better

the sense of intimacy that was there, and the way you looked so beautiful with the sunlight illuminating your features, well, it was of no surprise that kouta found it in himself to slowly kiss you

(definitely freaks out afterwards and apologizes for abruptly kissing you, not sure as to what had come over him. you don’t mind and think it’s quite adorable, actually)

at the end of the date, you guys stop for ice cream and enjoy it on the beach once more before it was time to head back home. it was a nice treat to cool down after the rather hot and humid day, and besides, ice cream paired with the setting sun was simply amazing

even if the date was overall pretty slow, with you guys spending most of it underneath the shade, sluggish from not only the heat but each other’s touch, it was still a rather enjoyable date

kouta was quite fond of beaches afterwards, certainly open to the idea of another beach date in the future

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♡ Yuu Mizuno

he was most likely the one to even suggest the idea of a beach date in the first place

yuu loved the beach. to him, it was nothing but good vibes and a way for him to rewind and relax. he’s always been worked to the bone between studying for school and taking care of both the house and his sister, and a beach date with his lovely s/o was just the remedy

and when you agree, yuu’s pretty much already making plans for what you guys would be doing at the beach

after immediately setting things up upon arrival, yuu is going straight to the water. the ocean was his favorite part about the beach i like to think, and given the heat, there was no better way to cool off

he’s so excited that he may even forget to put sunscreen on. it’s been a long time since he’d been at the beach, so the moment yuu saw the ocean and felt that breeze on his face that he missed oh so much, he’s just so excited

“yuu, you forgot sunscreen”

“oh, yeah”

he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while you sighed and put it on for him, though you couldn’t help but find his excitement rather adorable. it may have rubbed off on you a tiny bit as well

yuu pretty much drags you to play in the water with him, wanting to have some fun and play around with you as well

he’s quick to splash you, which takes you by surprise and has you splashing him back in retaliation. from then on, it pretty much becomes the two of you splashing the other with water or trying to catch the other off-guard. it was a mini war that yuu had started, and both of you wanted to win

it’s so fun playing in the water with yuu, having lost any sense of time you may have had. it’s filled with lots of laugh and giggles and many slips and falls due to how slippery the wet sand felt

he definitely falls into the water on more than one occasion, grabbing you each time and dragging you down with him. sure you may have been a bit annoyed, but that all dissipated when you came up and saw just how dripping wet yuu looked, simply laughing at what had just occurred

i can see yuu taking this chance to quickly peck your lips. between how how his heart fluttered upon hearing your laugh and how attractive you looked right this instant, yuu couldn’t help but kiss you, catching you off guard

seriously, was he trying to give you a mini heart attack? but well, it was certainly nice

much of the time is spent playing in the water, and you have to drag him out so that he’d take a break and eat the lunch the two of you had prepared beforehand

(while drying and changing shirts, yuu accidentally wears yours and you wear his, though he loves it too much to change. so yes, you guys wear each other’s shirts, which may have flustered you at first)

you guys most definitely have a picnic on the beach as well, enjoying the view and chatting with one another while you munched on the lunch you both prepared the day before

yuu was certainly a great cook, but the fact that you had helped him on this in particular only made it taste better in his eyes

between the cool breeze, the beautiful view of the ocean, the good food, and your presence, this was one of yuu’s favorite picnic in a long time

afterwards, you guys relax in the sand for a while, hanging out and feeling a lot more sluggish due to your full stomach. even if it was silent, it was still nice

sometimes, slow was everything

towards the end of the date, you and yuu pretty much spend it snuggling one another while watching the sun set beyond the waves. it was quite romantic and the perfect end to the date

cuddling you as day turned into night, watching as the stars started to dot the sky. yuu couldn’t have asked for anything better

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✿ Ryo Nishimiya

you probably had to convince ryo to even think about going on a beach date given how opposed to the idea he was at first

it wasn’t that he didn’t love the beach; in fact, he did adore it. but considering how hot it was this summer and how easily he burned given his pale complexion, ryo simply found the comfort of his air-conditioned room to be more desirable

but, well, you did present some valid points. for one, the ocean was sure to cool him off; and secondly, he’d be able to hang out with you all day, away from everyone else

those all sounded rather tempting, especially that last point; and thus, ryo was preparing for your guys’ trip to the beach

ryo is the first one to put on sunscreen, probably in obscene amounts as well, and he lathers you with it as well

i think that ryo is pretty conscious of his appearance in general, so he’s careful to not get sunburnt given how painful they could be. of course, he didn’t want you to get a bad burn as well, but he simply veils it as him not wanting to deal with your whines if you do end up getting a burn

the flushed look on his face and the way he averted his gaze told you otherwise

i presume that ryo wasn’t that big a fan of going in the water and getting all wet. sure it would’ve helped cool him off, but he wasn’t keen on changing amidst the beach

so most of the time you guys are sitting in the shade and simply enjoying other’s company, ryo not wanting to leave your side

considering how he lived in a pretty full household and pretty much had no privacy, ryo was happy that he finally got some alone time with you, and thus, he may seem more clingy than usual

he really wanted to spend time with you before you guys had to head back home, so ryo will always be by your side at the beach (plus, it was a new beach that you had dragged him to, and ryo had no idea where anything was)

you guys start by playing in the sand and building sandcastles, though you pretty much had to encourage ryo that it was fine since he seemed embarrassed by it

he loved building sandcastles, and he did want to do so, but the thought of it was so childish, at least in his mind. and since ryo was conscious of how he looked, he was hesitant at first

but when he saw you starting to build one and even asking him to join you, well, ryo thought that perhaps it’d be fine after all

definitely has an urge to build a better sandcastle than you, if only to impress. he ends up having a bit of trouble and begrudgingly asks you for help (it was never a competition, but seeing ryo’s competitive nature was cute)

as hesitant as ryo was at getting into the water, he does agree to at the very least dip his feet in it and simply feel the cool water on his skin

the sensation of the squishy sand in between his toes was a bit gross for him, but it was also somewhat nice? he really couldn’t explain it

but he really did enjoy the fact that you were by his side right now. even if the beating sun was terrible, ryo did love the feeling of you sitting right by him now, feet in the water and hands intertwined. the fact that it was just the two of you alone made him giddy

as the sun began to set, you guys brought out the watermelon you had cut up beforehand and ate it by the shore

there was nothing better to ryo than the sweet taste of the melon combined with the stunning sunset and you by his side. to him, it was the perfect end to the day. in a way, he never did want this scene to end, wanting to live in it

as the two of you were packing up and getting ready to head home, ryo was overcome with emotion. today had really been an awesome day all thanks to your idea, and he was able to spend it with the person he loved and held close to his heart

and so, seemingly out of the blue, ryo gathered the courage to kiss you, though he immediately turned around and entered the car the moment you two separated, not wanting you to see just how red he was at the moment

you were certainly taken aback at how your awkward boyfriend had kissed you without warning, but it was definitely like him. ryo really was adorable, as much as he tried to deny it

perhaps beach dates should be a more often occurrence

[blehbleehhhh]

Real Love Never Fades ft. EreMika❣️

I know this isn’t requested, but since the barbarian fic and rereading Romeo and Juliet for the millionth time, AND watching Reign again, aaaaand idk. Thought it would be interesting to do something like this that follows them through the years as their romance grows. 🤷‍♀️ This is how I assume things would have worked if they were both royalty in the time of kings and queens. Fun fact about that show, it’s based on love Mary Stuart and Francis I, I believe. Look, just don't think about the countries, even though France is the only country I got from the show lol. And pretend that wasn't a time where people literally watched marriages get consummated. 🙄 Men. Anyway, enjoy the story.

"...4...3...2...1, ready or not, here I come!" A precious five year old princess with long, shiny raven hair trots through the castle's large study room in search of her new best friend, a sweet little prince that's as old as she and just as precocious with incredible green eyes. Mikasa's bangs tickle the bridge of her nose as she peeks around the couch and frowned when all she found was one of the many cats that roam the halls, though she happily reached down to scratch the tabby's ear before she went and searched elsewhere in the study to no avail. "I'm gonna find you, Eren!" She giggles as she runs down the long hallway, her little dress's train billowing out behind as she scrunched some of the front skirt in her fists, reducing the possibility that she'll fall all the while. The first place she checked when she ran into his room was underneath the bed, but there was nothing except dark hardwoods covered in an area rug. Prince Eren was nowhere to be found until there was suddenly a pair of hands coming from behind her that tickled into her sides and made the girl collapse on the floor almost immediately in a fit of laughter to be tickled mercilessly. "Wh-where did you come from?!"

"My Mommy!"

"Ahah, stop!" The princess snorted amidst her giggles as she rolled around on the floor, his own laugh almost as loud. "Y-you're a cheater!"

"Well, you were taking too long! I got bored!"

"My goodness, Eren," Came his mother's lovely voice with a small chuckle as she stands in the door way, watching the two toddlers play. So cute. "Leave this poor girl alone," Carla smiled when her little boy looked her way and practically tripped over himself running into her welcoming arms, throwing his arms around her neck to share a sweet embrace. "Would you like it if Mikasa came back to play?" Eren leaned back in his mother's arms with a very wide, happy grin and both toddlers nodded in unison. "Wonderful! We're having a room made up for her to stay in when she comes to visit during the summer and isn't at home with her parents learning what Daddy and I are teaching you." His face fell into a frown, pouting that his friend will eventually have to leave, little arms crossing over his chest in a frustrated huff.

"But I don't want her to go! Ever!"

"I know, but she has her family back home in France that wants to spend time with her, too."

"Well, why can't we move to there? Why do we have to stay in Germany?"

"Because we have stuff to do here, silly boy. Daddy and I have a country to run. Now, we have Mikasa for a few more weeks, so go play! The Nanny will come tuck you two in tonight, but we'll be visiting as soon as we can, okay?"

"Okay, Momma." Eren smiled as the tip of his nose was kissed before being carefully placed back on his feet and immediately turned to take the princesses hand in his, giving it a gentle pull. "C'mon, Miki!" And with that, they scurry out into the hallway, running together in search of another exciting adventure as the castle halls are filled with their adorable, childish giggles.

The years flew by respecting that cycle, where Mikasa returns to German Court after living at her home in French Court for most of the year so she can spend the summer with her future husband, tending to a romance that's budding between them rather quickly in their short thirteen years. From holding hands when sitting together in the throne room to sneaking off for somewhere private to make out, as the years went on, these moments where hearts are left racing make the task of keeping things out of the bedroom even more difficult. It was often that the pair find themselves feeling flustered during the day from a primal desire, making whoever they're in a room with uncomfortable because the sexual tension is that palpable. And this is exactly what they're feeling now as the young couple sit together on the lawn, watching wind rustling the leaves in the trees. Eren turns slightly to see her laying back in the grass with her eyes closed, dozing peacefully in early morning sun, and he smiled as he reached over to tickle into the more ticklish part of her side through her beautiful dress, making the girl's nose wrinkle as she started to chuckle, playfully swatting at his hand. He's always enjoyed messing with her like this, even now in their late teenage years. "Get out of here you weirdo!"

"But I love your giggle. It’s so contagious."

"Stop flirting with me, I'm trying to relax and you're very distracting..." Mikasa's eyes opened to his as she pushed her fingers through her hair and grinned, feeling so lucky to have been paired with a man like him - kind, passionate, loving, loyal, tough as hell. Just dreamy.

"Well, tough shit, because I enjoy flirting with you." He just laughed as he suddenly climbed on top and took both of her hands to gently pin them into the grass, lacing their fingers together. She blushed and smiled wide as she studied his incredible green eyes, so full of life and ambition. "I love you." Eren smiled as he slowly leaned down to kiss the pink lips that have been his favorite treat since they started kissing at thirteen, and she was eager to oblige, breathing a soft chuckle into his mouth. She lightly squeezed his hands, already melting inside from that feeling, so persistent with sneaking up on her when engaging in an intimate encounter with fiancé, which almost always ends in one pulling away quickly before things get out of control, something they really only needed to start doing since turning eighteen. His lips separated from hers slowly, savoring the sweet taste of her kiss as a heat bubbled to the surface that made his cheeks and his ears feel hot, letting him know that he's definitely blushing from feeling so flustered. The handsome prince was quick to climb off and dropped into a seated position wanting to crawl under a rock because he's embarrassed for behaving like this. He cleared his throat as he anxiously runs a hand through sexy, shaggy brown hair. "I'm, uh, I'm sorry, Miks." She rose to bring her knees closer as her eyes flickered from his eyes to the lips she could easily kiss all day. Of course she understands. They both know how important it is to consummate their marriage as virgins.

"No, it's okay," Mikasa offered a reassuring smile as he gently bumped his forehead against hers. "I really like kissing you.." He chuckled as he placed a gentle hand on her cheek and carefully tucked stray hairs behind her ear.

"I know, I love kissing you too," Eren smirked, watching her eyes look away to the boat dock behind him because he's made her nervous. "I'm embarrassed to say this but I don't know if I can control myself if we let our kissing progress before we get married." His princess grins as he kisses her repeatedly and threw her arms around his neck to pull him close, deepening their already passionate kiss with a soft moan into his mouth. Neither give a damn about anything at this point; not their marriage being used as an alliance between Germany and France, not the countless duties they have before they're even crowned as king and queen of Germany, only how wonderful it feels to be making out in the castle garden simply enjoying each other's company. That summer was the best and the last for many months, dragging on even further into one year, then two, three, while the Jaeger Clan had been left in the dark. Something terrible has happened to her, surly. Eren would say to himself with a heavy heart because even the thought that the love of his life could have perished is simply too much for him bear, and this carried on into his work. Many beautiful women threw themselves at him now that Mikasa has been missing for four years, but he couldn't cheat on her. Real love never dissipates, not truly. He had no proof of death which means that, until that day comes, there will remain a strong hope within him that his princess will one day return. However, this heartache prevents him from even considering another woman because he truly believes nobody can replace someone so unique, so exotic, so breathtakingly beautiful that whenever he looks at her, his world stops and she is the only thing that he can see.

It was during the fourth December that a mysterious carriage castle guards didn't recognize arrived with the princess on board disguised in what someone poor would wear, very light despite the heavy blanket she's wrapped in. Princess Mikasa was immediately escorted out of the freezing snow and rain feeling fatigued from such a long journey and a nasty cold she caught along the way. Word was sent through the castle to the young prince who stands outside with his father, Grisha, in a practice sword fight of her return and was promptly ushered off by his father, who didn't seem to care too much about the sword being dropped on the ground when his son took off for the door. Mikasa lies curled up in her bed with many heavy blankets as the fireplace radiated heat into the dimly lit bedroom, sleeping soundly on her side facing away from the door as he carefully closed her bedroom door behind him. His eyes stung terribly from the tears of pure joy and relief to have her back, a sight so comforting immediately cured the unbearable tightness he's had in his chest since she disappeared, carefully crawling under the blankets with her. At long last, he can breathe. In my heart I knew, I knew you were alive. Eren wanted to say, but he slipped his arms around her shivering body instead and held her close under the heavy winter blankets, burying his face into her soft, raven colored hair. She stirred slowly and stretched against him with a soft groan as her back became flush to the front of his body, taking the hand he has on her stomach in hers to lace their fingers. "I'm so sorry.." His response was simply to kiss her hair and tuck his knees behind hers, squeezing his arms around her tiny waist.

"No, it's okay. I'm just relieved to have you in my arms again. What the fuck happened?"

"Someone made an assassination attempt on my family, so I was hastily put in a carriage bound for you. We were hoping that if I dressed poorly and laid low in the carriage that I'd be safe but unfortunately I somehow managed to loose one of my heavy blankets.."

"You still weren't dressed very warm, I'm told."

"Yeah, my parents couldn't help much because they were behind the scenes trying to figure out who poisoned our bread. One of the servants died.."

"What about Levi?"

"Battlefield. Where else?"

"I'm glad you guys are okay, but I'm sorry about one of your people passing."

"Claire was amazing. She braided my hair and was so personable," Mikasa breathed a sorrowful sigh as she watched the fire dance, his thumb slowly rubbing across the side of her hand. "You know, we're finally old enough to get married now.." He chuckled into her hair and reached up to gently push away the raven locks blocking him from pressing kisses to the side of her neck, which happens to be one of her favorite spots to have kissed when they're engaged in a make out session.

"Tell me what you want, my queen."

"Promise me it'll be romantic?"

"Did you really think I wasn't already planning to sweep you off your feet?" Eren smiled as a chill made its way down his spine just thinking about finally giving in to temptation, his words making her head turn and gaze into his eyes. She was already smiling wide as she brought the blanket over her face because he's so cute with his dimples, and everything else that she loves about him that it makes him even sexier.

"I thought your parents were going to cry when they saw me."

"Of course, you were dearly missed by us all."

"I missed you too," She pulled the blanket down and looked into his eyes. "I must admit that I'm surprised you didn't move on with one of those sluts that's always throwing themselves at you." He raised an eyebrow and brought a gentle hand to her cheek, carefully dusting her bangs away from her eyes as he tucked loose strands of her french braid behind her ear.

"Are you kidding? I could never cheat on you. I'm so in love with you that it made me sick when you were gone because it felt like my other half was missing. I tried to get over you after a few years, but I just couldn't do it.." Eren sighed and was surprised when she didn't immediately react, just staring with her eyes wider as she processes the news - and then she had forced herself from his arms to push him onto his back, climbing on top so she can straddle his lap. "Eh? What are you -" But he had been interrupted with her kiss and it tasted sweeter than he remembers, his hands on her lower back smoothing flat the light fabric of her night gown, occasionally sliding over the curve of her ass. She pulled her lips away and gently bumped their foreheads together, happy to receive the little pecks as a reward. "Well, alright then."

"I love you too, you big dope.."

"I figured as much."

"Do you think your parents will rush to have us get married now?" Mikasa smiled and planted a kiss on his lips once again, lingering until she felt him smirk, his hands squeezing and rubbing her ass. He smirked when she pulled away, giving a playful smack that made her blush and giggle nervously as she brings the covers up to her neck.

"Probably. But even if they weren't, I am in a rush to marry you."

"Good, me too," Her smile grows wide as she reaches up to gently cradle his cheek, and when his response of simply turning enough until his lips were pressed into her palm, it made a chill run down her spine. And for once today, it wasn't from the cold. "Will you stay with me?" Mikasa chuckled as he proceeded to kiss each of her fingertips, his smile and those eyes making her blush.

"Would be an honor," Eren smirked as she rests her head in the crook of his neck and was already on her way to falling asleep once more, his arms wrapped around her body as she lies on top of him. "We'll never be apart again, my love, you have my word." With their bodies buried almost completely beneath the heavy winter blankets all you could see were their heads, faces illuminated by a warm glow from the fireplace. It wasn't until many hours later that the couple finally awoke still in the same position in which they'd fallen asleep, when her fiancé finally tucked her in where he'd been laying and quietly left her bedchamber, off to learn more of his future duties as Germany's King.

The next day, Princess Mikasa was already out of bed and in one of her more extravagant gowns much to everyone's dismay though none more than Eren, who has been begging her all morning to let him handle things today with his parents but she wouldn't have it. "I really am okay, Eren, I just need to feel useful again after being stuck in a convent for four years. Besides, I know for a fact that you'd be doing the same thing in my shoes." They stand on the balcony connected to his bedroom that looks over the garden sharing a warm, loving embrace.

"Except boys don't go to convents."

"Shut up," She giggled and lifted her head, giving his cheek a gentle, playful pat, making him chuckle in amusement. "You know what I meant."

"You're not wrong, I definitely wouldn't be in bed right now. There's too much shit to do."

"Yeah, so, stop being an asshole and let me help you, okay?"

"Woah! Asshole?" Eren laughed, pretending to be offended at her words because doing so is making her giggle and it's music to his ears. "Good god, woman, I've missed you."

"A king should never be without his queen.." Mikasa smiled as she leaned in to kiss him on the lips, his hand gently cradling the back of her head to let her know that he definitely agrees with such a statement. She moaned softly into his mouth as their kiss grows more rough with need, hand pressing flat against her back because their bodies can never be close enough. Many months later, they finally started the journey to become one with a beautiful ceremony on the cliff that overlooks the ocean, waves crashed aggressively against rocks below that competed with raging winds on everyone's ears when listening to the speaking priest. And later that evening about halfway through the wonderful party Grisha and Carla had thrown for the newly weds, they retreated to his bedchamber, one of them frequently getting pushed up against the castle walls on the way for heated, steamy kisses that convey how much they look for and to what's next. Their hearts raced with anticipation as he spun her around behind closed doors to reach the laces of her wedding gown, holding his beautiful blushing bride close so he can lovingly kiss her neck knowing this has always been a weakness of hers that they now get the privilege to explore. Mikasa slowly leaned her head to the side as his fingers worked to loosen the tight bindings of her corset to make her gown fall, billowing out around their feet as she hurriedly turned her body to face him and her placed a hand on his handsome, cleanly shaven face, swiping her thumb over one of his adorable, boyish dimples. She giggles as when he gives a devilish grin, immediately getting louder because she's suddenly been thrown over his shoulder like she weighed nothing and was carried to their marital bed, already warm from the fire that was lit for them beforehand.

"So, why do I feel like we'll be doing it frequently now that we can?"

"Because there's no reason why the times we sneak off to make out aggressively can't also be quickies.." Mikasa sat on her knees and reached for him, watching his eyes as she slowly removes his jacket and her hands slid along incredibly defined, muscular arms "We can come in here and mess around a little bit during the day. We're supposed to be trying for a baby anyway, right?" Eren smirks, nodding his head in both agreement and amusement because he's never heard her speak this way outside of his dreams, and it's such a turn on for him that it makes him crave her more. He was gentle as always when cradling her cheek and gave his typical dreamy smile when his belt made a distinctive clink on the hardwoods, his pants around his ankles. With a fresh blush on her skin she smiled as they studied each other's eyes, her hands slowly rubbing along the waistband of his underpants, making him smirk in amusement.

"Why, Mikasa Jaeger, you naughty girl."

"Surprise..." She giggled, watching him lick his lips as her hands slowly wander up his chiseled body and stopped at his jawline, just as carved as the rest of him, to run her thumb across his surprisingly soft lips. Slowly, they closed the space between their faces and engaged in a kiss so deeply passionate that it made her moan, and that drove him wild as she breathed a playful yelp to be suddenly picked up again. He smirked as she continued returning his kisses and tossed her back into the sheets where she watched him with a small grin, biting her lip and blushing because he's pounced on top of her. "Did you just pick me up so you could do that?" She raised an eyebrow and giggled when he simply winked in response, his hands slowly roaming the lithe half naked body beneath him. His eyes never left hers as he reached to push down his underpants and kicked them off the rest of the way, bringing his hand to one of her breasts before randomly burying his face in the valley between. "Oooh.." Her whisper was soft but he could definitely hear the smile to it as he slowly grew more and more drunk on her body, the sweet smell of perfume still faint just below her collarbone. Eren's lips smirk on her breast as he covers her chest in kisses, licking and scattering gentle nibbles from his teeth that made her breaths quicken. Her fingertips lightly caressed the sensitive head of his aching erection, her fingers quick to curve around its girth to give the impressive length gentle strokes that immediately made him exhale a low moan into her skin. It pleases her greatly just knowing that only she has the power to make a man like Eren surrender himself, no matter how temporary it is. The young man felt blissful as he finally looked up and smiled, gazing into those dreamy half lidded charcoal blues and placed his hand on her flushed cheek, much warmer than normal from a hot fire burning nearby.

"I love you my beautiful, sexy queen."

"Heh," Mikasa grinned, his thumb slowly moving across her nipple as she reaches around her thigh to tug her underpants aside, rubbing his oozing tip through the wetness that's accumulated between her thighs. "I love you too, my king.." With a sultry smile she guided him into her sopping opening, her eyes glued to his as an intensely tight heat engulfed him and made his jaw drop it felt so good - until he noticed that Mikasa was whimpering silently in discomfort, which immediately made his expression change to one that's genuinely remorseful as he softly kissed the tears on her cheek.

"I'm so fucking sorry that it hurts. Can I make it better?"

"Just keep kissing me.." She offered a reassuring smile that eased him some, though he's much more concerned about her than himself as usual, hoping to offer some sort of comfort with softer and much more loving kisses. She tightened her legs to signal that she was ready for him to continue on with slowly inching his length inside. It relieved him to no end when he only heard the delightful sound of her moaning in response to him being so deep that their bodies are flush, and when he felt her legs loosen, the young man tucked his hands behind her knees to spread them, pushing back far enough that her hips were now raised from the mattress.

"Don't forget," Eren hunched over her until their grins were just barely touching. "We're all alone in this part of the castle, Miki, so you can scream for me as loud as you want." She squealed with delight and placed her hands on his broad shoulders, her nails lightly scratching across his upper back as their lips brushed against one another, his thrusts gentle, long and deep only briefly until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Do me hard.." And with that, he did as his instincts directed, thrusting into the tight heat much faster, in a way that still enabled her to follow his rhythm much to both of their amusement, so it didn't take long for him to make her climax again. Mikasa's loud, pleasurable cries filled the room as she is given exactly what she desires, making her body writhe, his thrusts so persistent that he has her trembling because it just feels so impossibly good. "Ohh! Eren!" He suddenly squeezed his eyes shut and grunted an animalistic groan that drove her absolutely wild, riding him from below as fast as she can while whispering dirty nothings amidst her moans. With a pleasure induced hiss, he pumped into her hard until he couldn't go any deeper just in time to coat his bride's eager womb with his seed for the first time, grunting and moaning with every slow, deep thrust. 

"Fuck!" Eren collapsed on top of her and was immediately brought in for a kiss, feeling just as satisfied and breathless after finally having the privilege of making love to his girl. She smiled against his lips as her fingers slid through his shaggy brown hair damp with sweat and pulled her lips away slowly, looking up into his eyes with a mutual grin. He lightly squeezed the under part of her knees as she allowed her hands to wander his back, the entire length of his cock slow to disengage because he's so enjoying this sensation. Eren was quick to stuff some pillows under her hips, though, because the Apothecary who stays in the castle has suggested this to a few other women trying to conceive, even Carla. He placed his hand on her toned stomach and allowed it to wander down between her legs, making her giggle and moan in response as he gave the happily sore area a gentle pat. With a chuckle at her amusement Eren dropped down beside her on his back and breathed a satisfied sigh, carefully assisting his new wife with moving closer so she can rest the back of her head on his chest. The fire crackled nearby and kept their naked bodies warm while they're not under the heavy winter blankets as he slowly pushed his fingers through her bangs to keep them away from her sweaty forehead, combing out any knots from the curled raven locks. She leaned her head back until he was upside down and giggled when she realized he'd already been staring at her with that same old sexy smirk as he gently pulled apart one stubborn knot.

"Your hair is so soft."

"Really? 'Cause I think it's kind of dry," Mikasa smiled as she placed her hands on her breasts, a sight that noticeably made his semi-erection twitch. "Otherwise it wouldn't be so knotted. Oh, is something wrong, my king?" He grinned as he playfully narrowed his eyes and placed a hand on her cheek, tickling her soft skin as it slowly wanders down to her chest and gently grabbed her breast, noting almost immediately how hard the nipple is against his palm.

"Nothing, nothing. Any chance you're up for round two, you little minx?"

"Absolutely." Mikasa smiled with a soft moan as her breast was gently squeezed, making him smirk as he watches her thighs press together because she already wants him again and hopes the pressure will provide some sort of relief. Before he knew it, she had turned to face away from him and pushed the pillows out from beneath her hips, offering a sultry smile as she rolled over onto her stomach. "I haven't given you head in a while..." He was already more than amused when his fingers pushed her bangs away from her eyes, her hand slowly sliding up his chiseled abdomen as she watches dreamy viridian greens intently. She flattened her tongue against the underside of the shaft and licked before clearing his ooze from the tip, her eyes fluttering shut as she brings him into the warmth of her mouth and further under her spell once more.

[marril96]

The Distance Between Us

Chapter 16: Hear No Evil

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: You hear something you’re not supposed to hear.

Editor: @wonderifshelikesroses

The fifth day of school without Rowena there, looking like she owned the place, was just as weird as the first.

Not that you were missing her or anything.

Well, not that much.

You were merely missing her presence. That was all.

Mosquitoes were annoying, but a summer without them wouldn't feel like summer. Not completely. Life would go on as normal. The air would be stale with humidity. Sun would burn eyes and skin, merciless, unforgiving. Sweat would glue drenched clothes to bodies. But something would still be missing. Something would still be wrong.

Mosquitoes belonged in summer.

Birds belonged in the sky.

Spiders belonged in abandoned, dusty attics.

And Rowena Macleod belonged in school.

Saturday couldn't come fast enough. Just one more day. A little over twenty four hours, and you would see her again, in the flesh, hopefully with a touch more color in her face.

It wasn't anticipation. Not at all. You weren't excited to see her. Rather, you were concerned. You wanted to see if she was okay. For health reasons.

If you repeated it enough times, maybe you would believe it. But the way things were going, you were a lost cause.

Yes, you missed her, you told yourself. And yes, you couldn't wait to see her again. So what? She was your friend. It was only natural you worried for her wellbeing.

That was right.

She was your friend. Just your friend. Nothing more. What you felt for her was friendly.

That you weren't willing to compromise on with yourself.

It was friendly because you said so. Because it couldn't — it just couldn't, not with the way things were — be anything more.

The end.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. A message lit up your screen.

Miss me?

Rowena.

As if she'd read your mind.

You blushed, hurrying to reply.

Never.

Every single day, you thought. To hell with denial. You missed her. Truly, genuinely missed her every day of this week.

Her response came within seconds.

:(

An unwilling smile broke out on your mouth. The emoji dripped with drama. You could imagine her pouting exaggeratedly and crossing her arms over her chest like an angry child.

You big baby. :P

She sent an emoji again, this time one of a hand holding up a middle finger.

You snorted, replying,

Classy.

You started it.

Fair enough.

What are you doing up so early?

From what Crowley told you, she loved to sleep in when she didn't have school to wake up for. Beauty sleep, she called it, because of course she would.

Couldn't sleep. :(

You imagined another pout, this one sad. An ache pulled at your heart, sympathy spilling over you.

You said,

Flu's a bitch.

She begged to differ.

Flu's a cunt.

Laughter exploded from your mouth. A few kids walking beside you in the hallway looked at you like you were crazy.

To be fair, you kind of were.

Sometimes I forget you're Scottish, and then you say shit like this.

Happy to remind you, dear. :)

Now she was definitely smirking. You were willing to bet on it.

Gotta go. Talk to you later.

Rude. :(

As much as you enjoyed your chat, the five-minute break wouldn't get any longer and the bell sure as hell wouldn't wait for you to empty your bladder before ringing. Pocketing your phone, you rushed into the nearest bathroom. It was empty, most students presumably having done their business before exchanging messages with their sick sort-of-friend.

You hurried to do yours, and just before you flushed the toilet, feet sounded outside, a soft, careful patter. A stall door creaked open, then closed; halfway, you presumed, for lack of a latch sliding into place.

"So public," a voice said, hushed but clear. "Naughty girl."

"It's not like anyone will see," another voice replied nonchalantly.

"Someone could."

"Let them try. I'll run the loser to the ground."

Whistling. "So bad."

"You like 'em bad."

"Don't you know it."

A giggle, then a puckering, a melody of flesh meeting flesh, that was undoubtedly a kiss. A long, passionate one you could picture vividly in your head.

You wished you couldn't.

Good god, you wished you couldn't.

Your stomach churned, disgust roiling and twirling. Your heart sped up as if in a race as cold shivers of unease pricked at the back of your neck like thousands of needles burrowed underneath your skin.

Maybe you were wrong, you thought. Maybe it wasn't them.

But, just as you were beginning to second guess your intuition, the couple spoke once again in-between what seemed to be a hot and heavy makeout session.

There was no longer room for doubt.

It was them.

Lucifer and Olivette.

The monkey and the wicked witch.

They were making out. In the bathroom. With each other.

Sneaking behind Rowena's back.

Your teeth clenched, anger flashing. How could they do this to her? How could they betray her like this?

As much as you hated that part of Rowena's life, you knew how much it meant to her. You couldn't understand it — didn't want to understand it — but she cared about them both. She cherished them. Respected them. Cheered them on even when they didn't deserve it.

She put up with Olivette's pettiness and Lucifer's assholery, and for what?

For them to do this?

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't right.

She was sick. That was, you realized, swallowing a lump in your throat, what bothered you the most about all this. Rowena was sick, stuck to her bed, pale as a corpse. She was helpless, and they took advantage. Twisted the situation to their benefit.

Had they even gone to visit her?

Had they, at the very least, sent messages wishing her a swift recovery?

You had. You'd sent dozens. You chatted with her every opportunity you had. Made sure to respond to every single message.

As friends did.

Was that why she wanted to chat so much? Because her actual friends had forgotten about her, too caught up in themselves, in each other?

Were you officially her friend now?

Was she yours?

Why did your heart flutter like that at the thought?

"You heard from her?" Olivette asked.

"Sent her some 'I missed you' crap this morning," Lucifer said.

She snorted. "Same, last night. God, she's so needy."

"Tell me about it. All she talks about is how sick she is. Like, I get it, you're sick. You'll get better in two days. Just shut up."

"She's always whining. Always."

Rowena.

They were talking about Rowena.

"Y'know, if she wasn't such a great lay, I would've ended it ages ago."

"Classy, Lucifer."

"I'm serious."

A few moments passed in silence, then Olivette said, "I get you. She's such a brat."

"She is. Now you — you're a woman."

"Oh, am I?"

"Mmhmm. Way less annoying. Quite… entertaining."

"You're not so bad yourself."

"I can be bad."

"I know you can."

They smacked their lips in another nauseating kiss. As if on cue, the bell rang, echoing in the empty room.

You flushed the toilet, swung the door open, washed your hands, and hurried back to class.

You couldn't listen anymore. Couldn't bear to hear more moans and nasty words.

Rowena deserved better. A better friend. A better boyfriend. Someone who would like her for who she was. Who wouldn't call her names and ridicule her behind her back. Who wouldn't cheat on her when she was sick.

Someone who wouldn't let her down.

Someone… like you.

*****

"Could I ask you guys a question?" you said amidst Dean's hundredth retelling of meeting a sexy waitress he'd had a one night stand with a few days ago.

She took his order, had a cute smile, was attracted to him, and they had sex after her shift ended.

There.

How many retellings did such a simple story need?

Everyone seemed glad at the interruption. Dean just shrugged as if he wasn't bothered, though it was obvious he was.

Oh, well.

His feelings were his business.

"Please, entertain us," Crowley said, side-eyeing Dean, who in turn flipped him the bird. Crowley responded with a teasing wink.

Those two honestly needed to get a room.

You cleared your throat. Willed up all your courage. "Say the person you were dating was cheating on you and your friend saw them. Would you wanna be told?"

Everyone looked at you as if you'd suddenly grown a second head.

Meg glanced back and forth from you to Castiel, brows furrowing in suspicion. Castiel, in turn, frowned at the sudden awkwardness. Clueless as usual. It would be sad if it wasn't endearing.

"I'm reading a book," you said quickly, spewing out the first thing that came to mind. Boring, simple, but convincing enough.

Heads bobbed in nods and a few ohs slipped from lips. The tension dissipated as if it had never been there, replaced by nonchalance, by sheer indifference. As if bringing your fiction into hangouts was something you did every day.

You wished.

Your group's tastes were so different you actively avoided bringing things you were into up. There were only so many blank stares and pretend nods you could take.

"Fuck, yeah, I'd wanna be told," Meg said, grabbing onto Castiel's hand. Tightly. Possessively. "You cheat on me and…" She made a cutting motion over her throat with her free hand, then settled her stare, as intense as her words, on you. "A real friend would tell me. A real friend would hold the bastard while I gutted him."

You gulped.

Holy fuck!

Meg could be intimidating when she wanted. And when she didn't. One of her many talents.

Castiel narrowed his eyes. Blinked. Looked around in confusion like a week-old puppy.

Meg gave him a sweet smile. "You wouldn't cheat on me, would you, Clarence?"

"I'd never cheat on you," he said, baffled as to how it was even a question. He turned to you. "If Meg cheated on me, I would very much appreciate you tell me." He furrowed his brows. "Though I don't know why she would. I think I satisfy her."

"I bet she's plenty satisfied," Crowley quipped dryly.

Meg flipped him off, earning her a smirk.

"As a matter of fact, I am. Clarence always—"

"Okay, Meg, we get it," Sam said. Before she could protest the interruption, he said, "If my girlfriend was cheating on me, I'd definitely wanna know. Yeah, it would suck, but it's better to know than not."

"Agreed," Dean said. "Friends are family. If they don't tell me, who will?"

Your heart warmed at his words.

Yes. Friends were family. A chosen one, filled with people you wanted there, people you'd picked to love out of millions of others.

If you didn't tell Rowena, who would?

Her other friends didn't look out for her. They didn't give a damn about her. Not a single one of them.

You did.

Despite everything she'd done, despite the life she'd chosen to lead, you cared about her. You saw the side of her that no one else did; the sweet, gentle one, the one capable of kindness. The one she hid from her own family.

She trusted you with her most vulnerable parts. Something not even your other friends did. The realization made your blood warm up in your veins. Heat burned at your cheeks.

You cared about her. So damn much that your heart felt like it was ripped apart at the thought of what Lucifer and Olivette's betrayal would do to her.

She deserved so much more than she was getting.

A better friend.

A better lover.

You.

She deserved you.

And, god, you wanted her. All for yourself, far away from her friends' clutches, from your friends' disapproving glares.

You could give her so much. You were neither rich nor popular, but you cared about her. Your feelings for her were genuine, honest. You couldn't give her power, but you could give her friendship.

You could give her love.

The friendly kind.

And maybe some even stronger than that.

What it was, you didn't know — you didn't want to know, didn't want to admit it just yet for it was too soon and things were too complicated — but it was hers. All hers.

All she had to do was want it.

"Fuck that," Crowley said, shaking you from your thoughts. "This is high school. I'm looking for hookups, not a commitment. I say, whatever happens when I'm not looking, never happened. I don't want to know. Hell, I'm probably out there doing the same bloody thing. There's plenty of fish in the sea. If you don't try out different kinds, what's the point?"

Of course he said that. Of fucking course.

Fergus MacLeod, ever the rebel.

"That's a… unique perspective," Sam said.

Crowley shrugged, nonchalant. "Just telling it as it is."

Fair.

You couldn't comprehend it, but he had a right to his preference. He was an adventurer. An explorer. Bear Grylls of the dating scene. He lived for the moment. Tried out different things, different people, enjoyed life as it went on. Lived his life the way he wanted, by his own unwritten rules. A hedonist by nature.

Rowena was different.

She was committed.

And had been betrayed.

And, as her friend, it was your duty to tell her.

*****

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[rkkyul]

운명을 찾아낸 둘이니까 190725 MGA SEASON 5 + EPISODE FIVE +  #5050 FEATURING : CHOI MINHO & JEON HEEJIN ⟨ ━━ ❀ ° PART ONE: PERFORMANCE, BBOOM BBOOM + DNA ( 0:00 - 1:55 ) ⟩

her mouth is full of chunks of noodles but she speaks anyway, hand raised to her mouth in an attempt to make the action appear a little less nasty than it actually was. “honestly - i don’t mind.” her pink hair waves with the rapid shaking of her head - adding on to the fact that they were all practically saying the same thing. “dancing, singing, it’s whatever! just don’t make me rap, please?” and that was a personal plea.

an invitation from minho brought the trio to a restaurant that kyulkyung was just so in love with. they gathered in hopes of getting to know one another better and figure out exactly what they would be doing the rest of the week. and so far, this was going better than the woman could’ve hoped for. 

when her pairing was once again announced first, it was hard to contain her excitement. this week she had truly hit the jackpot. 

“i’ve danced this entire time, i’m sure everyone’s bored with it.” she jokes, pausing to take a sip of water amidst her devouring of her noodles. this certainly wasn’t her usual burger after thursday filming, but it did not disappoint. “i can sing, dance, do both!! it’s okay!” 

in all honesty, she worried a bit about her performances on the show. were they becoming too repetitive? kyulkyung had yet to showcase any singing skill the entirety of her time on the show ( other than her audition ), and the fact made her nervous. sure, she was a good dancer, but wasn’t she more than that?

the woman kept these worries to herself, wanting to do what would be best for everyone rather than just herself. advancing was crucial for the whole team, not just two of them, and that involved some leniency when it came to selecting a performance. everyone needed to be comfortable, willing to share the spotlight equally and lucky for them, that was exactly the case.

                                                                       ❀

kyulkyung admittedly was not a morning person. usually bright and peppy, the woman could barely manage to crack a genuine smile when sleep still laced every nerve and muscle in her body. it was a tiny bit easier when she was walking with heejin - her hair messily tied up into a bun and face bare despite the cameras that awaited them in sphere’s practice room.

the thought of practicing in a company practice room was exciting to her, but the woman managed to keep her cool. she didn’t know much about many kpop idols, but knowing that practicing in these rooms meant that they were that much closer to the end was thrilling. it was hard to believe that they were going into episode five - that she was going into episode five.

she auditioned without worries, not thinking of how far she could actually make it and yet here she was - walking into a sphere practice room to prepare for the fifth episode’s performance, hopes high and soaring as wild as ever.

the pair are expecting minho to meet them at the practice room, but she is NOT expecting the fear that overcomes her when she sees something unexpectedly colorful and tall sitting ominously in the center of the room. kyulkyung pauses midstep - door pressed firmly against her palm and mouth open in shock as she stares at the... clown wig?

the woman looks around before narrowing her eyes at the mirror, biting down on her lip but unable to stop the smile that spreads across her lips when minho’s reflection stares back at her.

“heejin... should we be worried?” she whispers to the other girl, leaning a bit closer to her partner but eyes fixated on the clown wig that rests atop minho’s head.

“just one question.” she calls out into the room, “how long have you been sitting there like that?”

                                                                       ❀

practice for episode five was vastly different than the past week’s. kyulkyung was filled with worry while the environment that surrounded her this week proved to be vastly different. alongside having a trio that just genuinely got along and decided on their roles easily, the other group that shared the room with them made the experience that much more enjoyable. from facetiming suwoong from kyungsoo’s phone to eating the quiche he brought it, it was hard for the woman to have any type of worry.

not to mention changbin who just had to flatter her and boost her ego a thousand times over. “you’re one of the best dancers here!” and she just couldn’t help but hug him.

the thought crossed her mind at least once, maybe she was just having too much fun. but she just couldn’t help it.

the light-hearted nature of their performance made it easy to enjoy, but exciting to watch, the woman loved piecing it together, laughing over their mistakes but growing confident in their teamwork.

“oh my god, minho - heejin now!” kyulkyung gestured wildly to the younger girl who stood a wreck. her hair askew, flying in all directions because of the headgear that framed her eyes.”we have to protect her image! hurry!!” she was laughing but moving quickly to stick her face in front of the camera - making dumb faces at the lenses as minho took care of heejin’s mess. their practices involved a lot of this, a lot of laughs and food but also a lot of excitement.

she had done fun routines before, but none like this. it was easy to smile, genuine movements able to create an undeniably alluring performance. 

and she couldn’t wait to show it.

                                                                      ❀

when filming came around, the woman couldn’t help the anticipation leading up to their stage. it was hard to sit still, becoming more thankful that they were the first trio to perform as she couldn’t imagine waiting much longer. similar to last week, kyulkyung hoped they could introduce episode five in a good way - set that bar high and expectations wild for the remained of the episode. performing first meant not having the pressure of following up a good stage and she’s sure that at this point in the competition, everything would be a good one.

the mashup they selected complemented each other nicely, the stage they formulated to bring fourth a lighthearted atmosphere which reflected the past week perfectly. “we didn’t forget the goggles and the controller did we?” she asks, hopeful eyes met with reassurance that they would do just fine. 

“hello! we are the royal court!” the trio greeted, introducing episode five with bright eyes and a playful atmosphere. straightening out the colorful stripes decorating her crop top, kyulkyung pulls at the fabric - shifting her weight on her feet as she waits to introduce herself. she holds her head high and keeps her shimmering lips pulled into a smile when she introduces herself, switching to chinese to begin her introduction per usual. “hello! number 5050, zhou jieqiong here! we prepared something a bit more fun to watch this week, hope you like it!”

a stool is sat center stage while kyulkyung and minho move to their respective ends of the stage - the pair at the end of opposite runways while heejin moves to the center one. the trio had planned this out vigorously, coming up with a cute scenario for their performance that would certainly be entertaining to follow along. it isn’t hard to shift into the atmosphere of their routine, a naturally bubbly woman living for a song and performance as creative as theirs.

this week was vastly different than what she had shown with suwoong last week, and kyulkyung loved keeping everyone on their toes. what side of her would she show next? the mgas proved to be an excellent place for her to experiment the different sides of her dancing persona, the perfect platform to receive feedback and grow based on that. while last week seemed to have some mixed reviews, she cannot wait to show the her that she felt most comfortable in. 

heejin’s walks towards the stool where their makeshift VR headset rests along with a controller, the “announcer’s” voice following shortly after. 

JEON HEEJIN, SELECT A SONG TO CONTINUE

and so their performance begins - the song mashup turning up as kyulkyung and minho begin to slowly move up and down as characters do in the selection menu. she attempts a cute pose to match her song, bboom bboom’s bubbly lyrics and music bringing forth the darling in her.

“what are you doing? that’s my song that’s playing.” she speaks out, throwing on a pout and crossing her arms as she stares across the runway at minho, who counters with a no, it’s my song. she chose yours last time! before they’re rushing towards center stage.

지금 내 눈엔 눈엔 눈엔 네 어깨 무릎 발 (oh) 숨이 탁 막힐 것 같아 난 너만 보면

there were a lot of new experiences for kyulkyung this week. alongside relying on acting a bit more this week and usage of props, the woman was finally showcasing her singing on the show. the fact was exciting, but at the same time she couldn’t help but fear the reactions. she wasn’t a bad singer by any means, and most of her vocals this week were prerecorded anyways, but still, what if it’s worse than what everyone was expecting? 

the thought worried her, but in all honesty, she didn’t care. the woman wasn’t a singer by any means; dancing was her overall best talent and the skill she always relied most on. but she had read comments of wanting something different and new besides all the dancing and what better way to show it? this week she was accompanied by heejin who arguable had one of the best voices on the show and minho who not only had a decent voice but knew how to perform with it as well. in all honesty, she had a bit of an advantage this week learning from them ( especially considering the fact that she was in no way embarrassed to ask for help ).

숨이 콱 막힐 것 같아 넌 

the concept they went with was a bit easier skill wise than what she was used to, but was definitely more on the creative side. it was performances like this that she enjoyed best - loving being able to follow along with a story and watch the talent that matched it. heejin was playing a video game and kyulkyung and minho were the characters too busy fighting for her attention, wanting to be picked so they were constantly competing with one another. it was a bit ironic given their current situation, but nonetheless it was fun to perform.

because we’ve found our destiny  -  the two songs link up here, the two dancers pulling heejin into the game and taking her goggles and controller from her. up until this point, the other girl had been singing, contemplating her choice between minho and kyulkyung as they danced for her attention. as they tug her closer, she manages to pull the younger girl closer to her side - pushing minho out of the way and getting her to dance to bboom bboom with her.

give it to you my 눈눈눈눈눈눈 눈빛 쏟아지는 my 터터터터터터 터치

하나뿐인 my 럽럽럽럽럽 my luver 내 머리부터 뿜뿜 

내 발끝까지 뿜뿜 뿜뿜 어

the two girls’ voices blend so well together, the soft tones complementing the song nicely as they dance together. kyulkyung’s character tries her best to make heejin forgot about minho and his stupid song because hers is so much better ( and definitely more fun ). this is the part where kyulkyung’s live vocals can finally be heard, not wanting to push it too much this week and instead relying more on prerecorded vocals for the characters - allowing heejin to take that spotlight but also giving her a chance to dance when they all come together.

이 모든 건 우연이 아니니까

minho manages to sneak up on the dancing pair, coming back into the frame as he pushes kyulkyung out of the way to begin dancing with heejin. at first, kyulkyung appears shocked but she just steps to the side and watches until the other girl notices minho had taken her place. the two meet eyes, confused and bewildered before they shrug. and finally the trio begins to dance together, letting that competition die and slowly bring their performance to an end.

just feel it 뿜뿜 네 앞에서 난 뿜뿜 네게 줄게 뿜뿜 뿜뿜 어( 운명을 찾아낸 둘이니까, DNA )

give it to you my 눈눈눈눈눈눈 눈빛 쏟아지는 my 터터터터터터 터치

하나뿐인 My 럽럽럽럽럽 my luver 내 머리부터 뿜뿜 

내 발끝까지 뿜뿜 뿜뿜 어

their performance ends and kyulkyung is catching her breath, smiling as always and feeling like she’s on top of the world. the adrenaline from their routine is slowly simmering down, but all she can think about is the satisfaction of a fun performance.

[fromtheringapron]

WCW Bash at the Beach 1995

Date: July 16, 1995.

Location: The beach at Huntington Beach.

Attendance: 9,500.

Commentary: Tony Schiavone and Bobby Heenan. 

Results: 

1. WCW United States Championship Match: Sting (champion) defeated Meng (with Col. Robert Parker). 

2. WCW Television Championship Match: The Renegade (champion, with Jimmy Hart) defeated Paul Orndorff.

3. Kamala (with Kevin Sullivan) defeated Jim Duggan. 

4. Diamond Dallas Page (with The Diamond Doll and Max Muscle) defeated Dave Sullivan. 

5. Triple Threat Match for the WCW Tag Team Championship: Harlem Heat (Stevie Ray and Booker T) (champions, with Sister Sherri) defeated The Nasty Boys (Brian Knobbs and Jerry Sags) and The Blue Bloods (Steven Regal and Bobby Eaton). 

6. Lifeguard Match: Randy Savage defeated Ric Flair. 

7. Steel Cage Match for the WCW World Heavyweight Championship: Hulk Hogan (champion, with Jimmy Hart and Dennis Rodman) defeated Vader. 

My Review

By 1995, Baywatch was one of the most popular TV shows in the world. Even the wrestling business couldn’t resist it. Earlier in the year, the WWF coaxed Pamela Anderson into appearing at WrestleMania. WCW, certainly not to be outdone, took it a step farther come the summer by featuring several of its wrestlers in an episode of the show. This would seem like an odd decision at first, but it’s not too off-brand when you consider WCW was already fucking off its rocker in 1995 anyway. Definitely less odd is the choice is to tie in the show with Bash at the Beach, a most natural fit if there ever was one.

Bash at the Beach 1995 presents a world that would shock us in the age of COVID-19⏤a large group of people frolicking to the beach, unmasked, without a care in the world. Fair enough, there’s still plenty of sights like this even amidst a pandemic, and we’re paying for it dearly, but it’s hard not to draw comparisons. In the hell of 2020, a crowded wrestling beach party seems like a distant, far-off concept. Regardless, I love the atmosphere of this show. There’s no fancy lighting or camera work or even an elaborate entrance way. It’s just set on a big ass beach in California, vast ocean in the distance and not a cloud in the sky.

The actual show isn’t nearly as fun though. A crowd packed with carefree beach goers obviously serves up a much different feel than the norm, but they’re not a particularly involved group of people either. I’m not sure how many people in attendance even watched wrestling, let alone WCW, but it wouldn’t surprise me if there weren’t a whole lot. They don’t react to much of anything in the ring, seemingly more concerned the camera catches them in the MTV-style beach party they seemed to think this event would be. It goes to show that an invested crowd really can make all the difference.

This will sound weird, but my biggest issue with this show is that it’s not ridiculous enough. WCW reached some incredible highs in absurdism in 1995 with Uncensored and later Halloween Havoc that Bash at the Beach seems kinda flat in comparison. All of the matches on the card just trudge along, nothing raising an eyebrow. Ric Flair and Randy Savage compete in a Lifeguard Match. A cute idea on paper, but it plays out like your standard lumberjack match once it’s all set and done. Hogan’s cage match with Vader just sorta happens, teasing a Vader face turn in the aftermath that would ultimately never fully blossom into something. Even The Dungeon of Doom, the peak of WCW camp, only exist on the outer edges of this show. A shame, as we could’ve used more of their presence to liven up the party.

There’s remarkably little indication this will be the same promotion going to war with the WWF every Monday a mere two months later. Maybe it’s just the beach setting, but WCW feels so relaxed and totally content with resting on the laurels of Hulkamania forever. My how things would change. As for Bash at the Beach 1995, stay for the waves and big open sky, but you can take or leave everything else.

My Random Notes

Tony Schiavone and Bobby Heenan look like they hate having play to the whims of the theme.  Can you blame them? They’re dressed up like your dad on vacation.

Damn them for robbing us of the wonderful pre-show segment of The Giant throwing Andre the Giant’s shirt at Hulk Hogan. The 20 people watching WCW Main Event that day really lucked out.

It feels wrong to mock anything about The Renegade given how tragically things would end for the man behind face-paint but, good lord, those dropkicks are dire. Oh, and the faux-Warrior promo and entrance? My goodness, the poor guy.

Sting vs. Meng may actually be one of the most boring openers I’ve ever seen? I know the crowd doesn’t help matters. I actually can’t blame them though. It’s setup to be this big showdown, but it’s like watching snapping turtles circle each other for 20 minutes.

In spite of everything I just said, blonde surfer Sting is such a hunk and could absolutely get it whenever he wants it.

I had no idea Dennis Rodman did anything in WCW pre-1997. Not that he adds much here, anyway. At the least, he’d be better used in the nWo, mostly because it seemed to reflect Rodman’s real-life toxic personality.

The crowd comes alive at something off-camera during DDP vs. Dave Sullivan, which I can only assume were drunken shenanigans by someone in the audience. Obviously nowhere near as epic as the fan who ruined Randy Savage’s hard-fought barn burner with The Zodiac at Halloween Havoc 1995.

Wait, were any of the Baywatch babes in the Lifeguard match ever actually on Baywatch? I’m too lazy to look it up.

WCW definitely seems happy to promote Slim Jims whenever possible, even going so far to have the Macho Man’s attire mirror the color scheme of the brand . It must’ve been considered a win to resurrect the happy marriage of Randy Savage and mechanically separated beef sticks after WWF bombed trying to get Diesel and Bam Bam Bigelow in on the deal.

[s0ftkwan]

friends to lovers - jeonghan

word count:    831 words

you’re madly, deeply, crazy in love with jeonghan relatable

how could anyone not be though?? like he’s caring and considerate and cUTE and funny  

i can list so much more things,, honestly yoon jeonghan is ruining my life

he also has the voice of an angel too

a bird flew into his window once and broke its wing

jeonghan took care of it for weeks and sang to it every night,,, like,,, boi

can i be that bird

you realized you liked him when you and him were at one of your favorite bands’ concert

things got a bit crazy after the concert because the group went back on stage for an encore but you and jeonghan both had exams the next day so you kinda had to make your way out amidst all the hype

jeonghan held your hand while you tried to maneuver through the crowd

he’s calling out to you above all the noise to ask if you’re okay but honestly

all you could focus on was how comfortable you felt while holding his hand

your relationship with jeonghan was full of casual skinship like hugs and leaning on each others shoulders n stuff

but my God this was so different

his hand was so firm and warm at the same time and it just felt so right in yours askajsaksdf

and you knew that you liked him when you didn't want to let that hand go

this boy is so perfect but there is one problem

you’re his best friend

ok it doesn't seem that big of a problem but this boy

he’s highkey a savage and isn’t afraid to completely shut down people he doesn't like

in a group project he was partnered up with a girl who had a crush on him

that girl was constantly harassing you though just bc you were jeonghan’s best friend

when she suggested one of her ideas for a final project he just gave her the shadiest smirk

“idk doesn't that sound a bit… trashy” and he goes on and on about how her idea sucks basically

when you found out about this ofc you were elated that jeonghan in a way defended you but you were also kinda intimidated like

wow ok my best friend/crush/love of my life can actually be this savage

basically you decided to keep your crush a secret bc you’re just scared of the rejection

lol that doesn't stop you from fantasizing about your non-existent relationship though

fantasize about whatever you want you lil nasties

you can’t help it ok

you’re perfect for each other and it’s killing you that all of these great fantasies could just come true if you just suck it up and confess

but you still can’t do it

so your fantasies stay fantasies oh well

one night you’re in the midst of imagining a perfect date between you and jeonghan when suddenly the boy himself is calling you

you pick up the phone so quickly like your life depended on it

“hey, are you busy?”

‘yes excuse you jeonghan i was in the middle of an ice-skating date with imaginary jeonghan rude much’

“oh nope i’m never busy lol what’s up?”

he called because he needed help with chemistry homework

you’re explaining and asking him questions and every time he gets the answer wrong you would dramatically pretend to be super annoyed

in reality you’re like it’s ok bb you’re trying your best

anyways, it’s like 1 in the morning when he decides to hang up

“thank you sosososososo much i don’t know what i’d do without you tbh”

you’re already half asleep so you don't even think about a decent reply

“yeah ok see you tomorrow i love you”

.

.

.

what

jeonghan didn't hang up but there was silence on his end of the phone

you take a good minute to actually think about what you said and you’re like

well frick

you’re trying to mumble out a pathetic excuse like “oooOOO lol what am i saying i meant to say that i um i—”

“i love you too”

and that's all he says before he hangs up

ASDFDLKDG

you’re like ok maybe he meant it in a completely platonic and friendly way y’know

he calls you back again and he’s like “oh shoot sorry i didn't mean to hang up I just got super nervous,,,well ok here’s the thing,, um,, i’ve been in love with you for like the past year and it’s killing me inside bc damn you’re so perfect and I just want you to be mine but I felt that for the past few months you’ve been lowkey avoiding me n all so I was like jeonghan stop crushing on them they’re not interested—”

“jeonghan you’re rambling”

he apologizes and you promise you’d talk to him tomorrow so you hang up first

you don't hang up w/o saying I love you to each other like 193485345735 times tho

the end

that was unexpectedly super long im sorry; i also didn't know how to end this because if I didn't end it like this, this probably would have been like 2k words or something so yes

[marril96]

Absence

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Whilst taking care of Rowena, reader engages her in a talk about the day's events and Jack's descent into madness.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

Rowena claimed she was fine.

You would have believed her, if not for the large, purple bruise covering her thigh, side, and upper arm.

Being supernaturally thrown into a wall tended to do that to a person.

Getting her to lie down was one of the most difficult things you'd had to do lately, second only to that spell you'd cast two weeks ago that had, while working perfectly, almost set the house on fire. Rowena had been proud. There had been tears and unpleasant memories and a particularly bad nightmare later that night, but she'd been proud.

You had to threaten to drag her to bed and force her into it, with magic if you had to, for her to finally roll her eyes, sigh, stalk to the bedroom (with your help, which you'd also provided against her will. Despite what she said, leaning heavily on one side and panting wasn't the walk of someone who was simply tired after an eventful day), all the while stabbing her heels down like a pissed off, stomping bunny rabbit, and lay down.

Then you removed her jacket and shirt and the full extent of her not-fineness hit you like a punch straight to the gut, a strong one that drained all the air from your guts and made you struggle to breathe amidst a sea of searing pain.

Yes, she was naturally pale, and yes, she somewhat easily bruised, and it might as well have looked worse that it was, but it was still a rather sizable injury and you couldn't just let it go. Not even when she pouted and, when that didn't work, scrunched her face. Cuteness couldn't get her out of this one.

"Seriously, Y/N, I'm fine," Rowena said for what must have been the hundredth time. She was annoyed, but there was no drive behind it, no anger that used to accompany that tone years back when you were nothing more than a pawn to her, an apprentice who cared way too much about someone who didn't give a damn about her.

It ended up paying off. You were the first person she'd come to trust in centuries, all because you'd found it in your heart to care, to give her a chance, to see the person behind the iron-forged mask.

"Rowena, please," you said, also for the hundredth time, running out of patience. You loved the woman, but she could be difficult to handle. Worse than a child who refused to go to the dentist when their tooth ached.

Thinking about it, you'd gotten her into bed the same way you'd get a stubborn child to the dentist — by threats and force.

You set a cup of tea and a mug of healing potion on the bedside table, both steaming, filling the room with pleasant smells that reminded you of spring. "Let these cool off a bit," you instructed. Not that it was necessary; she knew the potion by heart, and she damn well knew how she best liked her tea. Still, a bit of precaution never hurt.

"You worry too much," Rowena said, sighing in defeat. There was no use fighting you when you were in full-on mama hen mode, and she knew it. "I've been thrown into things countless times before. Always got over it."

Ah, the been-there-done-that argument. One of her favorite ones. You fixed her with a look. "Is it so bad I wanna take care of you this time? You're not alone anymore, y'know. You don't have to walk it off and act like it's nothing."

"That's not…"

Whatever she'd intended to say died down in an exhale. She knew you were right. Just as you'd been right all those times before, when she was kicked, punched, thrown around, blasted with magic… You name it, she'd gone through it, and she'd insisted she was fine every single time. A nasty and rather heartbreaking habit you refused to indulge.

She closed her eyes for a short moment, and when she opened them again all defiance was gone as if it had never been there. "I'm not trying to come across as ungrateful."

"I know," you assured her, squeezing her hand. The corners of your mouth curled up in a smile. "You're just a stubborn wee thing."

"I am not wee!" Rowena said indignantly.

You raised an eyebrow, prompting her to roll her eyes in that way that was too dramatic to be genuine.

"You're the wee-est wee that ever wee-ed," you teased.

She smacked your hand playfully. "Shut up!"

You grinned. Then, face growing serious, you asked her the question you'd been meaning to ask since the moment she'd been thrown back into the house, "Did he hurt you?"

Jack Kline was a puppy who, a month ago, you would have sworn could never hurt a fly, let alone Rowena. Despite a rocky start, the two had grown close rather fast, developing a relationship akin that of an aunt and a nephew. But, despite his outward innocence, Jack was still a nephilim, and, as of recently, a soulless one at that. He'd killed Mary Winchester, the woman who'd, as you'd heard, been like a grandmother to him; it was an accident, but he still did it. He was scared, alone, and desperate. There was no telling what someone in that state might do.

"No," Rowena said with a shake of her head. "Jack was… scared. He desperately wanted to fix what he'd done. It was irrational, and yes, I was scared, but I sensed nothing malicious from the boy. There was just desperation. He's lacking a soul, but he still has the good that's been instilled in him. His morals, and lack thereof, are at war with each other. He doesn't know what he's doing, the poor dear. I think-I think he knows he has to do something, or thinks so at least, so he's doing everything he can think of without considering the consequences. It's tragic, really."

Tragic was the perfect way to describe it. Horrible. Heartbreaking. You'd only met the nephilim a few times, but you'd developed a certain fondness for him. Despite his looks, he was still a child. A cheerful little two-year old who greeted everyone with smiles and loved candy. A boy who accepted Rowena into his life right away, without a single strain of judgment. Who asked you questions about your relationship, and laughed when you told him of all the ways you messed with your girlfriend. Who never once thought of either you or Rowena differently for being witches, never looked at you as anything other than people.

He was too good to last. People like that always were.

"Is there a way to fix him?" you asked.

Rowena shook her head. "Unless the Winchesters come across a miracle, Jack is too far gone. There is no telling what he will do next."

"He's dangerous?" you asked, though you knew the answer before the words even left your mouth.

"Very."

"Well, that sucks."

Rowena chuckled. "That's one way to put it."

"I liked him," you said sadly.

"Me, too, dear," she said, clasping her hand over yours. A small gesture of comfort that warmed your heart. "He was a sweet boy. It's a shame it had to end like this."

"Think we're in danger?" you asked. "If-if he snaps."

"I'm not sure," she replied honestly. "I wouldn't think he'd target us specifically, but at this stage, he's unpredictable."

Great. Just what you needed. Another angelic being potentially going after the two of you. Like father, like son, you supposed.

"We should renew the warding, just to be sure," you said. Rowena nodded her agreement. "Tomorrow after breakfast, if you're well?"

"I will be," she said firmly.

Great. It was a plan.

"How you feeling now?"

"Good. It genuinely doesn't hurt." She tried to raise up to sit, and her face instantly contorted with pain, forcing her to remain lying down. "Unless I move, apparently," she said bitterly.

"Then don't move," you told her. "Stay there like a good girl."

She smirked, teasing, naughty. "What if I'm a bad girl?"

"There are spells to help with that," you said flatly.

Rowena pouted. "You're no fun."

"Not when it comes to your health." You pecked her on her puckered lips. "Healing now, sexy times later."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Will you at least stay with me?" she asked, not too happy with the arrangement. "I've nothing to do. It gets awfully dull here when I'm alone."

"I'm not going anywhere," you assured her. "Wanna do anything in particular?"

Rowena's face betrayed that there was, in fact, an activity she'd very much love to engage in, but you'd already agreed to put it on hold until she was better. So, instead, she said, "Just be here."

"You got it." You could read, or play games on your phone, or watch a movie. Or, if that got boring, mess with Rowena. Annoying her could be quite fun. "Let me know if you need anything."

"I will, dear."

Maybe you could force her to watch Sharktopus. Or would that be cruel and unusual punishment?

Whatever the two of you ended up doing, what was most important was that you were together, safe from raging nephilims and desperate hunters begging for help.

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