#the author says they like to wipe themselves with a cold and wet towel on their arms and legs and neck once in a while... very effective!

[healingshinlena]

Shin and Lena asked if you are drinking enough water today. they said please take care of yourself in this heat. they care very much about your health and would not like to see you become unwell!

[star2fishmeg]

Can we have another fujio fic? If you’re not busy ofc, I love your writing

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Pairing: Hanaoka Fujio x afab!reader

Summary: when a storm hits one night, Fujio’s stranded at y/n’s, who not so excited as Fujio, but he struggles to fall asleep and seeks y/n for help

Warnings: sunshine!fujio, grumpy!reader, swearing, fluff, friends to lovers, they’re both painfully in love, Fujio’s drunk at the start, reader is so not a reflection of myself

Authors note: the final request from last year! Deepest apologies anon, thank you for your patience <3 requests may open after this :3

Request: above!

It wasn’t the weather, and it wasn’t the fact that he was cold and wet that had Fujio stumbling through the streets. He didn’t have a single coherent thought in his head but all he knew was that her place was not far from where he’d ended up. Rain hammering on his skin to the point it began to sting a bit and his clothes soaked through and stuck to him. A night out was supposed to be fun, why wasn’t this weather forecast?

Upon peering through the peephole and seeing Fujio hugging himself like a lost puppy, she took his arm and pulled him inside, wrapping him in the towel she kept by the door especially for him. It wasn’t the first time he’d rocked up like that, no. But not often did he turn up wasted and wet.

They both remained silent as they shuffled through y/n’s apartment into her bathroom, not because she was mad, but she didn’t have a lot to say. Sitting down on the toilet seat, Fujio peered up at the woman stood between his shivering legs. Her lips downturned, eyes focusing on peeling his shirt and tank top off his body and tossing them into the washing basket.

“I…I’m really sorry y/n,” he paused to form another sentence, tears almost welling, “for waking you up…again.” His face was met with darkness, y/n drying his hair with a small towel after he mumbled. After getting his hair to an at least damp state, she started wiping the excess water off his shoulders, arms, and chest hastily. He didn’t complain about it, she had every right to be rough, her eyes were barely staying open and yet she still decided to clean him up. She could’ve just left him in her entrance way, making him sort himself out but she never did that, each time she’d sigh and drag him into her house to tend to whatever needs he turned up with. Every time he’d brought it up to the boys, Tsukasa would slap him on the shoulder and tell him to keep her, that someone loved him more than they were letting on. Others would scream and groan in envy, begging to meet her friends.

“Can you take your trousers off? I’ll get you some dry clothes.” She asked, turned, and walked into her bedroom to rummage through Fujio’s left over clothes. She never returned them, what was the point when he basically lived there. He followed instructions and pulled on the clothes she left at the door, not that he was in the state to care what she saw, and she wasn’t someone to particularly make a big deal out of it either. “Jio?” He hummed in response, trying to even say another word would’ve been embarrassing, “Your futon’s ready when you wanna sleep. Goodnight.”

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He tossed, he turned, changed position, blanket on, off, half on half off. So much movement he had sobered up and could feel how light his blanket was. He sat up, shoulders dropping and threw his head back to imitate a groan he couldn’t vocalise. The storm continued to rage on, wind howling and even thunder and lightning joined the party. He looked the other way, y/n sleeping soundly, cosied up in her double bed. Creeping from off the floor, Fujio tiptoed over and slid under the sheets next to her. When y/n said she was a human heater, she was not exaggerating. His once chilling bones instantly warmed and he sank straight into her pillows.

“Jio?” she muttered, voice cracking slightly. He turned to face her, watching her eyes pry themselves open. Even though her hair was messier than usual, he still thought she was pretty.

His eyes widened slightly, “y/n! Uh- I’m sorry please go back to sleep- I just was just cold and couldn’t- “

“-it’s okay. Do you feel better?” she croaked, pushing his hair back from his eyes. His lips tugged into a small smile, and he gave a faint nod. “Good. Now sleep.”

Once she’d closed her eyes, he rolled onto his back, smiling, “This is nice.” He whispered.

“Don’t make me puke.”

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Another hour passed and Fujio laid eyes wide open and a scowl on his face, he thought that rain was supposed to be soothing but clearly, he was lied to. Y/n had even started stirring, and while that wasn’t alien for her to be a light sleeper, she rarely changed her position. Taking a glance at her figure, her eyes were also partly open, listening to the screaming weather from outside. It got him thinking, maybe Tsukasa was onto something. He and y/n had been friends for years, even if they did attend different high schools. She’d always been the one to patch him up (despite having basic medical knowledge), she cooked for him, took him in, hung out with him and although she spent most of that time insulting him, he never took anything personally. The small acts of service and care was enough reassurance that she was being affectionate in her own way, and he loved that. And he hoped that one day he could return that without, well, ‘making her puke’.

“Y/n? Am I worthy of love? Like, are there any redeeming qualities to me?” He whined, hoping that she’d give him some sort of indication that Tsukasa was right.

“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” She, understandably, spat back. She was glad she wasn’t facing him anymore, and that he couldn’t see how badly she wanted to answer that question, but the words just wouldn’t come out the way she wanted them to. Showing was better than telling, and she was showing that she wanted him to rest considering his lifestyle.

“Your duvet is too light, it’s gonna take ages, I need weight!” he kicked his feet up and let the duvet slowly fall back down, grateful that y/n wouldn’t be angry with him with all his struggling. Y/n deeply inhaled, chest thundering. She knew that, but she didn’t have the weighted blanket as her sibling had claimed it. Rolling over slightly to glance at him, the way his chest rose and fall as he tried breathing exercises, his hair that fell over his forehead, his lips that pouted slightly like a child. Y/n swallowed her pride, hand sliding over his right pectoral and head on the other, left leg finding home over his waist. Fujio’s breath hitched, his arms wrapping around her waist, switching between holding and one hand rubbing the bare skin on her thigh. Y/n nuzzled into his collarbone, eyes fluttering closed with every feathery drag of his fingers up and down her leg.

“Happy?” She mumbled, her voice rumbling into his chest.

“I could die like this.” His smile evident in the chortle he gave.

“To answer your question, if you weren’t lovable, I wouldn’t be busting my arse off for you. Whatever Tsukasa told you was correct.”

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Sun seeping through the curtains with birds singing their songs, the storm had passed. Y/n and Fujio had remained tangled in each other, and both had finally stayed asleep. Best sleep of Fujio’s life, even if his arm was kind of numb.

Y/n’s alarm rang, and her body struggled to roll around to turn it off but once she had, she groaned. Wriggling out of Fujio’s arms, she sat up, barely opening her eyes and staring at nothing before beginning to swing her legs over the bed.

Fujio’s stronger arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her down and back into his chest.

“Bro, I have school.” She brooded; Fujio placed a kiss to her neck.

“Did you just ‘bro’ me?”

“Cry about it.”

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Safety Net

Steve Rogers x Reader

(Word Count: 1.7k)

It was dark, but you knew movement on your property when you saw it.

Your grip on your gun tightened as you stared into the black abyss in front of you. The sound of footsteps crunching across your grass was off—different pairs of feet hitting the ground at different times. You counted more than three.

The gun wasn’t ideal. It was too much of a spectacle for the occasion. You pulled a knife out of its sheath, and sliced it through the air. You stuffed the gun into the waistband of your shorts, and crouched down. Thankfully, the intruders were too far to hear the slight groan of the floorboards under your bare feet. But they were too close for your liking.

In a strange stroke of fate, one of them moved recklessly, sprinting towards your front porch. You sprung into action, launching at them from the shadows.

You sliced a nice sized gash on the right leg. The pain caused an audible male groan, causing him to falter long enough to take advantage and place a knife to the man’s throat.

He stilled at the cold metal on his carotid.

“Y’all are either stupid, arrogant, or desperate to come here!” You called out. Your voice carried out into the darkness and the footsteps ceased. Your hostage didn’t dare struggle against you for fear of death, but how much his crew cared was unknown.

“Y/N, stand down.”

A red sphere of light formed, and none other than Steve Rogers stepped forward, bathed in its glow. You lowered the knife and your hostage bolted towards his companions.

Your focus never left Steve as you surveyed his group. The light came from the girl beside him, while none other than Bucky Barnes was on his other one.

“I have spare beds and medical supplies for your friends down in the bunker. Second door on the right.” You stated.

One by one you let Steve’s team pass you, with varying looks of venom and curiosity. When it came time to let the man himself inside, he spoke.

“Y/N, I know this—”

You cut him off with a hand in his chest.

“Not tonight, Rogers.”

You turned on your heel and left the large man standing in the doorway.

...

Strangely enough, you slept soundly for the rest of the night.

You woke up just before dawn and began cooking for your guests. If they were worth anything battle wise, Steve’s team would be up soon. You started on breakfast. Grits, sausage, the works. You imagined it had been some time since they had a proper meal. You felt eyes on your back, and chose to ignore them.

“We had nowhere else to go.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you stiffened and stirred the grits harder. Although your back was to him, you heard the floor groan under his weight. He couldn’t have been much more than a few feet away.

“You gonna look at me?” Steve asked you. His tone was low and deep.

You clicked your tongue and turned the burner down. You still had on your short shorts, tank top, and no bra from the night before. Your headscarf was wrapped around your head, a weapon just in reaching distance. You came around slowly, schooling your features into a blank expression.

“Thank you, for letting us stay.” He said.

When you finally took him in, Steve was as captivating as he was when you saw him the first time. His hair was a shaggy mess on top of his head, though. And he’d grown a beard. His eyes however, were full of the same dutiful gaze you remembered.

“You came here for sanctuary, I’m giving it.”

Don’t ask me for more.

Steve frowned and put his hand on his hips.

“Y/N. What do you want me to say?” He pleaded. You ran your tongue across your front teeth. Before you could respond, the girl from the night before emerged from the bunker.

“I’m Wanda, thank you for your hospitality.” She said. You softened at her somewhat haggard appearance. Her clothes were ripped in places, and her hair wasn’t combed out. You’d come across her file before, but only in passing.

“I just washed some towels and I’ve got fresh clothes in my closet for you, if you want ‘em.” You knew what it was like to be a woman on the run, surrounded by nothing but men. Wanda lit up at your offer and thanked you, slipping into a language you didn’t speak. You nodded and she left.

As soon as the bathroom door clicked shut, you stalked over to Steve, whose eyes had never left you.

“Tell your friends breakfast is ready.” You ordered. Steve nodded.

His hand came up to your cheek, and you could feel the rough calluses against your skin. All you wanted to do was close your eyes and melt. To keep Steve Rogers to yourself and stay in your hideaway.

He was a soldier—dutifully watching over those who couldn’t defend themselves. You were entirely different. You had been fucked over by enough people, enough times to know better. Why Steve didn’t, you had no clue.

You stepped back and folded your arms together.

“We get to work on game plans after breakfast. I’ll cash in some favors and see how far that’ll get y’all.” You told him.

The rest of Steve’s team was beginning to file into the kitchen. Steve held your hand, and the sudden warmth in front of everyone caught you off guard. Instinctively, you bristled at the contact.

You pointed Sam to a plate you made him, as a sort of apology for your misunderstanding. He gave a half smile and nodded in thanks.

“Listen up. Y’all got a week to get the hell out my house and plan your next moves. Meet me downstairs when y’all are done.” You announced. Without sparing Steve a glance, you promptly exited.

...

“Your best bet is a big city. I can get you passage from here to Cape Town, but after that you’re on your own.” You explained.

A chorus of tentative approval came from Steve’s group, but he hadn’t said anything yet. His eyes were glued to the different screens and maps.

“What if we went the back way. Get in by land and make our way to the coast.” He offered. You squinted, following his logic and trying to find truth in it.

“Waterways are crawling with authorities, legal or not. Y’all want that heat without a solid exit?” You pondered out loud. Steve was staring at you in complete earnest and everybody knew it.

“Plenty of blinds spots if we get enough distractions in the meantime.” He countered.

“I’m not keeping you safe here just for you to take bigger risks.” You said firmly.

The two of you were battle hardened strategists with too much history and a lot of unfinished business. Sam groaned from the other side of the bunker, cutting through your standoff.

“I, uh, need help in the kitchen. Y’all come help.” He called out. One by one, Steve’s team excused themselves with varying levels of awkwardness. Then it was just you and Steve in the bunker.

“I think that was intentional.” You joked. Steve placed his hands on his hips and sighed.

“Probably because you haven’t looked me in the eyes since we got here.” He replied.

“I’m not the one trying to get myself killed, Steve. You are. So don’t blame me for not wanting to look at the dead man walking.”

Your words hung in the air and a long silence followed.

“Come with me.” He said at last.

You scoffed, knowing full well you were retired. You had absolutely no desire to get back out in the field out of sheer self preservation. Steve talked a big game about love and a future, but he was in no shape or form willing to hang up the shield for it.

The two of you were at an impasse. Then Steve did the unexpected: he punched the wall.

It was a relatively controlled impact, but your house wasn’t built to sustain a super soldier’s outburst. An outburst that was a rarity in itself. Steve chest heaved less from effort and more from frustration. His jaw kept clenching and unclenching as he tried to keep it together. Dust from the wall coated his fist, and a solid chunk of cement dropped to the floor.

“I can feel something coming. I don’t––I don’t know what it is yet, but I feel it.” He said at last.

You made no move to approach the blonde, just waiting for him to finish processing the wave of emotions on his face. That was what you liked most about Steve. He never hid when he was angry or sad or lonely; his openness was a welcome change for you.

And this time it was more serious than it had ever been. You swallowed hard and made a beeline for the console. Punching in the code, a small chamber on the far side of the wall appeared, revealing the one thing you never thought you’d ever need again.

“Nat got one suit, I got another,” you started, meeting Steve’s eyes for the first time. A haunting uncertainty stared back at you.

You clasped your hand in Steve’s, gripping tight enough to turn the tips of your fingers white.

“I trust you, Rogers.” You admitted. You looked straight ahead at the suit, but you weren’t really there. You imagined the action you would see in it, and how devastating this phantom battle would be. A growing pit in your stomach nagged at you, Steve’s foreboding presence had fully transferred to you.

Something wet hit your cheeks. Tears to brace yourself, tears to mourn the peace you had here, and warmth. Steve wiped them away as they came, cradling your face with his free hand.

You craved the closeness––it was a string of touch and breath and skin the both of you lost in isolation, but found in each other. A new day was coming and you needed to be by his side when it did.

“I like the beard look.” You whispered. Steve snorted, but promised to keep it just for you. And the calm you felt with him was enough and would always be enough.

[imnotwolverine]

Happy beginnings

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: Just a little fluff to quench your quarantine thirst. 

Word count: 4.061

Disclaimer: fluff

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This is part 2 of the Tea for Two story. 

Find the masterlist here.

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< Back to part 1

Another work week followed, that had made the last week seem like child’s play. Many changes had to be made. Overtime. A 16-hour workday. I barely had time to sleep or eat. By the time the last shoot was rolling, I had trouble keeping my eyes open, barely taking in the directing orders. Henry had steadily texted me throughout the week, drank tea with me once, be it rushed (a good 5 minutes), but other then that our contact had been minimal.

I was walking like a zombie towards the bus stop, hearing a car honk, making me fly up from my dazed state. I looked around, squinting my eyes to see. It was him. I sighed, letting out a breath of cold air, and walked up to his window. He looked equally exhausted. ‘Hey.’ I said meekly. ‘Hey you. Can I drive you home?’ ‘You sure?’ ‘Yes.’ He said with a confirming look, then nodded with his head to the other door. I walked over sluggishly and climbed in. He rubbed my leg and sighed. ‘These are the rough weeks.’ He said half yawning. ‘Tell me about it.’ I yawned, stretching myself, then looking at him. Even exhausted he was a thing of beauty. I touched his cheek with a drifting hand, which he caught, kissing it, then looking back at the road. It was rather quiet on the road as it was just past midnight. I felt my eyes flutter with sleep, making the struggle to stay awake, quite real.

We arrived at my place and without question we got inside my apartment, dumped our stuff, locked down and moved straight to bed. ‘I ..eh..got my period yesterday. So you know.’ I whispered, while we laid down in bed, snuggling. He kissed my forehead. ‘You okay?’ ‘Other then exhausted and moody? Pretty alright. I’ve had worse.’ I sniffled, snuggling even closer into his chest. We shared a quick good night peck, after which I fell asleep rather quickly, only waking up at some point since he was moving me so he could roll to his side, immediately embracing me again. I felt his hot breath in slow deep heaves heating my neck. His left hand folded protectively over my lower belly. The next day a heat wave broke through. Around 10 am we rolled out of bed sweating. I slumped to the bathroom to clean myself up, while Henry took a leak, making me wonder how comfortable we already were around each other. Usually it took a good 5 months before someone would pee openly next to the other..right? I guess not. This was more like 1 month. I snorted at his casual behaviour and moved to the kitchen to make some breakfast. It was time I got more food in my fridge, because with his appetite I ran out of food at an alarming rate.

Eating breakfast he looked at me sheepishly. ‘They are …starting to notice you.’ I looked up in dazed confusion from my bowl of muesli. ’They?’ ‘Colleagues. Asking ..what we are to each other.’ I smiled, remaining quiet. He continued. ‘I eh…would like to say we’re dating..but..are you okay with that?’ I looked up with an amused smile. ‘Of course. If anything I don’t want, it is for you to have to lie. We are dating. They may know that.’ ‘Good.’ He smiled, content. ‘May I tell my family about you?’ ‘Uhm…’ I looked up again at him. ‘Do you tell them about every woman you date?’ ‘No.’ I looked at him in disbelief. ‘So….’ ‘I really really like you. I want them to know about you first through me. Not the press.’ I nodded slowly, then shrugging. ‘I guess that’s a valid point. Thanks for asking. You can tell them if you want.’ He smiled, taking another large bite of his eggs on toast. I studied him for a moment. His large body sat on that tiny chair, hovered over a small breakfast plate with toast and eggs. His chest hair peaking out of his tight shirt, his hair disheveled, lost in thought while studying some advertisements that got into the mail. He eventually noticed me, smiling warmly at me.

We sat there for a bit before he sat up, ready to leave for the rest of his appointments that day. Despite his already completely exhausting work schedule, he had some sword training this afternoon and of course Kal required some attention. We kissed tired, languid kisses. I could see words on his tongue he did not speak when he cupped my face for a moment. Instead he just took a deep, hesitant breath and touched his forehead to mine. We stood there for a minute, just breathing each others breaths, sniffing each others smells, in the hallway of my apartment. A moment he eventually broke by pressing one more lingering kiss on my lips before he left. About an hour after he left, he send me an emoticon that made my breath stop for a moment. A heart. It said enough. But I wasn’t sure I could…return it. I did not give my love lightly. Wasn’t this just lust? I didn’t really know him all that well just yet. I instead sent back a blushing emoticon.

I went for a run, did some grocery shopping and snuggled all evening with Bib. She seemed even more slow than usual. A soft concern panged at my heart. She was 17. And the vet had already told me that she already was way past her due date. No teeth, near blind, scruffy pelt, hanging belly, weak muscles. I stroked her. ‘Hey you. Are you in pain?’ She didn’t even look up, while laying on her heated blanket. I tilted my head. I felt frustrated..I couldn’t go to the vet tomorrow, didn’t have a car to bring her to the vet hospital 10 kilometers away. I sighed, knitting my eyebrows together. Then again, there was little the vet could do, other then putting her to sleep. Forever. A silent tear billowed over my cheek. I eventually lifted her up, to which she didn’t respond, and put her next to me on the bed. I fell asleep stroking her scruffy pelt.

The next morning it was done. Bib’s body no longer showed life. She had gone slightly hard and cold. Tears started billowing over my cheeks. And despite it all, I pulled myself up by the bootstraps, put on clothes, pushed a few bites of breakfast inside my cheeks and pushed myself to walk out the door and go to work. I felt so lonely. I felt tears burn behind my eyes while colleagues muttered I was late and everything had to be changed again. I felt frustration I couldn’t just go home. Why couldn’t they just do it themselves? I huffed in frustration and went to the toilet to regain my senses. Sitting down in the stall of the women’s toilets I looked at the door. It said Kim Heart Henry. I blinked slowly, before deciding it was just another fan. I picked up my phone, then started scrolling back in me and Henry’s Whatsapp messages. It all left me cold for a moment, my eyes just gazing over the short conversations. And then I saw the first picture I sent to him. Bib. Tears started billowing over my cheeks. I sat there for a few minutes, just balling my eyes out. Not really caring that other people might hear me.

‘Hey..you okay girl?’ A heavy texan accent. I sniffled, wiping away the heavy tears. ‘Uh…Hi. Sorry.’ ‘Did he dump you?’ She said a touch more quietly. ‘What? Oh..no. Uh.’ I got up, flushed away the toilet paper I used for tissues and opened the stall door. It was one of the make up ladies. ‘My cat died.’ I sniffled in quiet voice, feeling not quite strong enough to fake a smile, my lip trembling. ‘Awh.’ She snickered motherly. ‘Oh honey!’ She wrapped her flabby arms around me without question, squeezing me tight. ‘That sucks!’ I laughed a shivery laugh. ‘She was old. It was coming. Still..sad.’ ‘You had me worried there for a moment. Thought he had gotten enough of you…like all those girls.’ I wiped away some tears and moved away from her a bit. ‘You’ve probably seen them all.’ ‘Yep. Coming. Going. He’s definitely searching.’ I splashed my face with some water, then dried it off with a paper towel. ‘You don’t seem to mind.’ I grinned, smiling at her, my eyes still red from tears. ‘I think many women don’t realise he’s a real person, not just some wet dream.’ She giggled. ‘Oh he ..is adorable, isn’t he? He reminds me so of my son.’ She flipped out her bag and revealed some make-up. ‘Let’s fix you up. First lesson in dating Henry. Don’t look too much of a sad mess or people will start spreading gossip like wild fire.’ I grinned sadly, allowing her to put on some eyeliner, blush and concealer. She was remarkably fast. ‘Wow, you’re fast.’ I said, looking into the mirror. She shrugged. ‘Don’t need to beat around the bush. And don’t want to hide your curious beauty.’ She tugged at my chin like a proud mother. I looked at her. She looked happy. I felt honored. ‘Thank you…?’ ‘Merle.’ ‘Merle.’ She winked. ‘Come on then gal.’

That evening on set, finally getting time to look at my phone, I noticed a bunch of new texts. ‘Hey..I heard about Bib. So sorry :( Want a hug?’ Sent an hour ago. I texted back. ‘Yea. Gosh. Had a little crying sesh in the bathroom today and Merle mothered me *sad smiley* Such a sweet woman.’ Quite immediately I saw the two checkmarks appear. Message read. I looked a bit at my screen in a daze, then had to move since some large decor pieces had to be moved. Not long after I noticed a white wig moving in the crowd, walking into the hallway, clearly looking for something, dodging moving crews, smiling at people talking to him. Henry. It took a good while before he was able to move through the crowd, before he saw me. And I just stood there, phone in hand, somewhat staring at him. He gave me a sad smile, sighed in relief and made quick way to me. Without saying a word he crushed his lips against mine. I could hear some gasps around me. For many the news hadn’t spread that we were in fact dating. So surely they were at best surprised, at worst in shock. But that didn’t matter. He cupped my face with his large hands and looked deeply into my eyes. ‘Sweetness.’ I just gave him a slow smile, my eyes still sad. His thumb stroked my cheek. ‘You could have texted me.’ ‘I know.’ I looked up into his eyes. We didn’t speak, just looked at each other. “CREW 1, shoot starts in 2. HALL 2.4. REPEAT. CREW 1, shoot starting.” I saw his lip pulling, his ear peaking at the speaker. He nodded, then looked back at me. ‘Off you go.’ I said, offering him a smile. He breathed in, pulling me in for one more kiss, a kiss that made him have to rush to get back on set in time, so slow and sweet. Like a prowling cat he jumped past people, disappearing again in the buzz.

One of the women came up from behind me, whispering: ‘It won’t last honey.’ I looked around, but seeing so many different people passing by, I couldn’t possibly know who it’d been. I looked around some more, then decided to shrug it off and get back to work. Just one more hour for set to end. Back in the bus homeward I opened our text conversations again. I sent him a kissing emoticon. ‘Thanks bear.’ He didn’t respond until I was in bed. ‘Rawr!’ With a smirking emoticon. I fell asleep with my phone in hand. Bib’s cold body now wrapped in a blanket next to me. Like she always enjoyed sleeping. But it didn’t feel so lonely now. Henry was there in spirit.

The week crawled by at excruciating slowness. Apparently the gossip train had started. I noticed people whispering, staring at me. And I decided to just smile at them, giving them the nod, or just plain ignoring them. By Friday I even got a comment from the bus driver. ‘Hey..aren’t you that gal that’s…hmm..where do I know you from?’ ‘I did a hair commercial once?’ I suggested. I saw him struggling to remember and he eventually shrugged it off. I never played in a hair commercial. I grinned, checked in and walked to the very back of the bus. The lights flashed by. Just one more day. I had, with pain in my heart, discarded Bib’s body at the vet’s office. It was empty in my house. No loud meows. Then I noticed a card on my door mat. I clicked on the lights and pushed the door closed. Curly handwriting. I pried open the envelope and pulled out a gold inscripted grey card. The premiere date for the new season we shot last year. I smiled. I sent a picture of the invitation to Henry. ‘You there Witcher?’ He responded with a selfie with an equal invitation, giving the oh-you-look. ‘They’re sending these invitations way ahead. Damn.’ ‘Hollywood…otherwise you’ll find nobody show up hehe. Besides. The storm following for dress shopping.’ ‘You’ll surely look darling in a dress.’ I sent with a wink emoticon. ‘Too soon to ask you along?’ ‘Too soon.’ I replied immediately. He sent a shrugging emoticon. Followed by a screenshot of some online webshop with dresses. ‘Red might be too daring right?’ I snickered. ‘Pick blue, fits your eyes. And halter, so your shoulders pop nicely.’ He sent an emoticon in laughter.

Henry is typing… I poured myself a cup of tea, keeping an eye on the screen. ‘I’ve told my mom about you :)’ ‘That’s so sweet. How’s your mom?’ ‘Good. Busy being a grandma to all my brother’s kids.’ Wink emoticon. Henry is typing…Removed. Henry is typing… I felt my heart racing again. ‘Was wondering. Do you go back to family over the holidays? Christmas?’ I looked in bafflement at that question. It was 3 more months till Christmas. 3 More weeks till we moved production to Poland. Then just one more month together on set before I moved to the UK. ….Then two months apart till Christmas. I sighed, feeling my heart jump. I clicked the call icon in the corner, waiting for him to pick up.

‘Hi.’ ‘Hi.’ ‘Christmas huh.’ ‘Too soon….?’ ‘It’s hard to go slow with you Henry. Uhm. I’m actually visiting my parents first day of Christmas. But’ll be back in the UK the second. Shooting starts again the…uh..Monday..after, I believe.’ ‘So, would you..like to maybe, visit my family then? Late Christmas? My mom cooks up amazing turkey.’ ‘Haha..If we still date by then, sure.’ ‘I’m glad.’ I heard him release a held-in breath. ‘Henry?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Are we…exclusive?’ I heard him snicker. ‘You are my one and only. Don’t let jealous women get to your head.’ ‘I know. I don’t even think you’d have time for anyone else. I just. Wanted to check.’ He didn’t hesitate: ‘Do you have time this Sunday?’ ‘Yea. Just not in the evening. Dinner with friends.’ ‘Care to go on a date with me?’ He said in smooth voice. I smiled through the phone. ‘I’d like that.’

And so it was Sunday morning. I had just got groceries for the dinner party when Henry showed up. I had left the door on a crack so he could let himself in. Which he did. ‘Honey! I’m home!’ He said happily. I grinned. ‘Kitchen’ I said. And there he was. With a box of fresh herbs in mediterranean pots. ‘For you.’ He said, kissing me sweetly. I snorted. ‘That is just the cutest. Thank you.’ I smiled giddily while putting the pots on my window sill, next to my other kitchen herbs. I turned around to kiss him, passionately. He wrapped me in his arms, then broke our kiss to add. ‘I hope you are in use of some relaxation, I ordered us a private spa session.’ ‘Oeh!’ I said, slightly impressed. ‘Never had that before.’ He grinned, then looked at me slyly. ‘I overheard you are however quite a good massagist yourself.’ ‘Gossip travels fast.’ He raised an eyebrow, shrugging. ‘I guess, confirmative. Yes, I gave one of the builders a massage the other day because he was groaning like a stifled old men. He was completely elated after, earning me quite a few requests from other colleagues.’ ‘Well, now someone will massage you.’ He kissed me, fetching my hand to tug me along.

We talked like we hadn’t seen each other in months, driving up to the spa. And laughed and laughed. I forgot about my week altogether. And the spa session was great. Relaxed. At some point painful. Then very good again. I felt stress flow out of my body like water retracting from shore. The more sad it was when it was over and we had to go. Driving back we were more quiet. Relaxed. But quiet. ‘Hmmm..that was absolutely divine.’ I hummed. ‘Thanks.’ ‘You are more than welcome.’ ‘So are you the cook tonight?’ ‘Yep. My friends can’t cook.’ ‘Lucky basterds.’ He said. I grinned. ‘And you, any plans for tonight?’ ‘Don’t know actually. Watch some baseball with Kal?’ He looked awkwardly, shrugging, keeping his gaze at the road. I looked at the route planner. We were near his house. ‘You know. We could pick up Kal and you could join me and my friends for dinner?’ He had to stop for a red light. Looked over at me. ‘You sure? …Not too soon?’ He asked playfully, though with an undertone of seriousness. ‘I’m sure. Besides you’ll gush over their nerdiness. We play D&D sessions and stuff.’ ‘My girlfriend is such a nerd!’ ‘I’m not your…girlfriend.’ I stated. He checked the map, then turned right, to get to his house. ‘Do you want to be?’ He said, looking up at me after having turned the corner. I felt my throat turn dry. ‘I..eh.’ He slowed down the car. It was a quiet street so other traffic was not irritated. He kept looking straight at me, while pressing the breaks. His gaze got soft. I took a breath. ‘I would like that.’ I finally said, smiling awkwardly. His face broke into a smile. He leaned over, catching a kiss. ‘Misses Cavill!’ He hummed. I poked him fiercely. ‘And definitely not that.’ He snorted cheekily, laughing a million dollar smile at me. He started the car again and drove up to his house.

Coming inside to pick up Kal, we made out like there was no tomorrow. I laughed and laughed, while he blistered me with kisses. Kal was jumping around us in excitement. Eventually Henry cupped my face and eased, just looking at me. ‘I love you.’ He breathed. I touched his hand with mine, looking at him dearly. ‘I will love you.’ He nodded, then pulled me in for a tight hug. ‘Okey, let’s fetch things. We need to get moving.’ He said, clapping his hands, play fighting with Kal while striding towards his bedroom. I snickered.

For dinner I made a Mexican taco feast with numerous toppings. And a lot of it too, these men all ate soo much. Not long after my friends arrived, with a game board, some bottles of wine and lots of smiles. I had moved the kitchen table to the living room where I had folded it open to its full extent, making it possible for 8 people to sit shoulder to shoulder. My friends were at first EXTREMELY awkward around Henry, making continuous Witcher and Superman jokes. But after a glass of wine, and seeing how relaxed and normal Henry was, the mood changed. Henry looked at me often. In love. I knew that look. And my friends saw it too. Giving me the oh-damn-girl-look. And we ate and ate. Laughing as we went along. I had just cleared out the table with one of my friends when I caught a conversation between one of my friends who’d had a serious crush on me for years, and Henry. ‘You know, I’d always figured she’d come around with some trump card. She’s way too pretty to be a nerd.’ ‘How so?’ Henry asked in honesty. ‘Look at us. We’re glad if ANY woman even looks at us, let alone like us. And there she was, not giving a shit. We even met her dutch friends. Equally nerdy. She isn’t even a fake.’ *some noise of mixed voices* And you play D&D?’ Henry’s voice asked. They all got excited and the conversation became more erratic - probably everyone was speaking of their characters.

’So…how in the hell did that happen?’ My friend Ben had followed me into the kitchen, now leaning against the kitchen top. ‘His dog Kal had escaped one morning and I happened to catch Kal before he could. And that’s how we met. I didn’t really think much of it, until he popped up next to me at the coffee bar at work. Again. And again. And again. I invited him for a hike. We hiked. I invited him for dinner. We dined. And… Now we’re here.’ ‘Girl. What the fuck.’ ‘I know right.’ I grinned. ‘Life’s weird.’ ‘Well, he IS as hot as we thought he was. Bloody hell.’ I smiled, pushing Ben back to the living room. The rest was still boasting about their D&D group. ‘Boys! Tea, coffee, liquor?’ Henry was snickering, seeing my friends’ faces light up with joy. ‘Oh we’ll do that fair lady! Do sit down.’ ‘Thank you.’ I nodded, taking a seat opposite of Henry. He gave me a knowing look accompanied with silent nod, then turned a big smile while Ben started asking questions about Kal, who had found a liking to Ben, sliming all over his lap.

My friends left around 11, after some more wine, a board game and lots of catching up. We scheduled a last D&D session before I would leave for Europe. ‘Better get out of that darn dungeon this session. We’ve been there for weeks man.’ I shrugged. ‘Let’s hope so.’ We all burst into laughter, hugging and saying goodbye. ‘You keep surprising me.’ Henry whispered in my ear, while I waved my friends goodbye atop the stairs. He waved as well, then quickly pulled me inside, closing the door. ‘Girlfriend.’ he said darkly, then kissed me passionately. ‘There’s so much you don’t know.. boyfriend.’ I said playfully, pinching his nose, then escaping his grasp to run to the bedroom. He chased me down, pinning me down on my bed, his breath hot in my neck.

His eager hands almost tore the zipper out of my dress while he unzipped it, wringing me out of the clingy fabric. I giggled at this, slightly tipsy from the wine. He grunted as he pulled the dress off completely. I wasn’t wearing any fancy lingerie, just some sports bra and simple knickers, and yet he looked at me like he saw the most gorgeous woman laying beneath him. I blushed as he climbed on top of me, letting his large hands roam over my almost naked body. ‘Hmmm.’ He hummed as he leaned forward, catching my lips with his. ‘Ready for a happy ending?’ He smiled against my lips. ‘Only if it’s a happy beginning.’ I sniffled. He laughed huskily, kissing me more passionately. ‘Can do.’ He said, while reaching his arm to my night stand. He grabbed a dusty box of condoms out of the drawer. ‘..Well there’s one of your secrets.’ He snickered, sitting up a bit to read the expiration date in the dim light. ‘This is over a year past its expiration.’ He stated, giving me an *oh you* look. I gasped in horror, shielding my face with my hands, letting out a giggle. A giggle that soon turned into pure laughter when Henry folded away my hands carefully, wiggling a condom in front of me. ‘Good thing I brought a backup.’ He smiled. And it was a good thing indeed. 

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Part 3 >

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Here, I’ll show you (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

Author’s note: Hello, hello, hello! This thing took three days to write, and I’m so happy I managed to get it done :D

The idea was a request by a lovely Nonnie, thank you <3

AO3 link:

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/21109424

Enjoy! <3

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Claire left the hospital with a phone in her hand. She had to stop by the shop to buy a few things before joining Ethan that evening. He stopped her in the hall earlier that day, leaned in and practically begged her to come over and help him. his sister called him, asking for a favor. Katie, Ethan’s niece, was supposed to stay with him for a few days. No big deal, he’s done it before, but there was another dimension to his panic. The little girl asked him to do her hair for the party he was supposed to take her to, and that would prove to be a challenge. He couldn’t braid to save his life, and Katie refused to let anyone else do it, so he was stuck. And in desperate need of help.

Fortunately for him, he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that knew her way around hair, her own blonde locks often pulled back from her face with an intricate braid. He never wanted to find her more than he did in that moment. He was ready to promise her to do about everything once he found her. She was beyond confused, especially when he looked at her as though she hung the moon in the sky, pushed her up against the wall and kissed her as though they were the only people there. He’s never acted that way before, not in the hospital hall, not in the place where people could very easily just walk in on them. She pulled away, laughing a little as his lips made their way down her neck, his stubble tickling her skin.

“What’s gotten into you?” she muttered into the air, trying not to react too loudly as he gripped her hips a little tighter. He hummed into her neck, continuing his ministrations without a single care in the world. Claire squeezed his arms, causing him to stop in his tracks. Her eyes searched his, telling him that she knew he was up to something.

“It’s Katie. She’s staying with me for a few days and I’m supposed to drive her to the party on Saturday.”

“So? What’s the problem? You’ve done it before.” she shrugged, knowing fully well that he didn’t tell her everything.

“She asked me to do her hair. And we both know I don’t know how to do that. So I was hoping that… you could teach me?” he trailed off for a moment before asking, waiting for her reaction. She waited a beat before losing the fight and bursting out laughing. Her forehead rested against his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around him to keep him close.

“Okay, so- wait- I’m sorry, I’m just- woo, okay.” She tried to catch her breath, failing miserably for a couple of times. “Let me get this straight. You tired to seduce me, in the hall of all the places, so that I would go home with you and… teach you how to braid hair?” she asked to make sure she got all the information. He nodded, burying his face in her neck. “You do know that you could have just asked me, right? I mean, don’t get me wrong, you can seduce me any time you want, but you don’t need to do it to get me to help you.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“Now, come on. You started something and I would be highly unsatisfied if you left me alone right now.” she smirked as she pulled him by his hand towards his office, her intentions clear as day to him.

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She opened the door to his apartment, juggling her bag in one hand and a bag full of groceries and hair accessories in the other. She made sure to buy all the things that would be appealing to a little girl, going as far as to buy a tiara. Claire and Katie had an amazing relationship, the little girl loved her uncle’s girlfriend so much, that she already claimed to be their flower girl on their wedding. Ethan ruffled her hair and told her that they would see what they could do, knowing perfectly well that he was lying. The ring was already bought and hidden, waiting for the right moment.

Or for him to man up and ask Claire to marry him.

“Ethan? I’m back!” she called out as she petted Jenner before moving towards the kitchen. There he was, with two glasses of wine that was too expensive, the one that he insisted on drinking anyway. He approached her, kissing her briefly as he took the bag from her, putting it on the counter.

“Have I mentioned that I love you?” he asked as he slid his arms around her waist, pressing her tightly against his body, their faces close.

“You may have slid it in between the words here and there. But you can say it anytime you want.”

“I love you.” Ethan muttered against her lips before kissing her, more intensely than before, his senses heightened by her closeness. She stroked his cheek tenderly before leaning back, shaking her head.

“No, no, no, mister. We have some business to do. Let’s finish and eat dinner, teach you some braiding and then, maybe you’ll get lucky.” She nuzzled her nose against his, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she whispered. “That depends on how well your fingers are going to work.”

She maneuvered around him, smirking as he groaned behind her back. Working at a record speed, she prepared a meal for them, sitting him down by the table. They conversed a little while eating, Jenner sitting by them too.

“Here, you have- “ Claire leaned in, brushing her thumb against the corner of Ethan’s mouth, wiping it clean. His hands gripped her hips, hauling her onto him, his face burying into her stomach as she stood before him. “You’re tickling me.”

“And you’re teasing me, so we’re even.”

“Okay, mister, let’s get started on the braiding thing.” She pulled him up from his seat and went towards the bathroom, taking her shirt off in the process.

“What are you doing, Rookie?” his eyes dragged over her exposed skin, his expression smug as he followed her.

“We’re going to take a bath. It’s going to be much easier for you to learn on my wet hair. It won’t slip so much, you’ll get a better grip…”

“I swear to god, if you don’t stop that, I’m going to make you beg and scream.” Ethan warned her as he worked on the buttons of his shirt, taking it off and throwing it onto the couch.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” she taunted him, laughing as his eyes got darker. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. For now. Come, on, let’s get started.”

They got inside the bathtub, her back to his chest. She reached for the bottle of shampoo, but he got it first, lathering her hair up, massaging her scalp. Her eyes fell shut, her whole body relaxing under his touch.

“I like taking care of you.” Ethan muttered, pressing a line of kisses along the line of her shoulders. She hummed, leaning her hair further back.

“I like taking care of you too. And helping you. And making you m-“

“Don’t even think about it, Rookie.” He warned her, laughter coloring his voice.

“I was about to say ‘miss meetings with medical companies’ but okay, Dr. Grumpy”

“Sure you were.”

They finished cleaning themselves, her hair free from the shampoo. Claire sat up, straightening her back, brushing her hair behind her shoulders.

“Okay, we’re going to start slow. I’ll show you a basic braid and once you get a hang of it, we’ll move forward.”

She ran her fingers through her hair a couple of times to get rid of any tangles before proceeding to slowly braid it behind her head. Ethan was quiet, observing her every movement, focused on everything she was doing. Once she was finished, she let the braid go, wet hair ensuring it was kept in place relatively well. He ran his fingers along the lines of it, trying to memorize everything he saw.

“Are you ready to start or do you need more time?” she asked, turning her head to the side to look at him. His eyes were wide, like it was a challenge he couldn’t overcome. “Hey, it’s only hair. It’s not going to bite you. Here.” She detangled her hair and maneuvered his hands to grasp three strands. With her help, he managed to make a clumsy braid. “See? You’re getting there. Now, start over.”

“You don’t mind me playing with your hair like that?” his voice revealed just how insecure he was. Claire turned around, placing her hands on his cheeks. Their lips met in a soft kiss, filling him with warmth.

“I love it when you play with my hair, so by all means…”

As time went on, he got better at it. They moved to more complex braids, the water in the bathtub getting cold by the time they were finished. Claire got out first, drying herself with a towel. Ethan, on the other hand, stayed put, observing her with a smirk. She noticed him staring, looked over her shoulder and bit her lip.

“I would say that you’re the one teasing right now but…” she leaned down, their lips mere millimeters from each other. He ran his fingers along her sides, his eyes falling to her lips and back to her green irises. “… I can’t say I mind that.”

“Well then, let’s see what we can do about it.” he grinned as he got out of the water, grabbing and pushing her up onto the sink.

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“So, how was the party?” Claire asked as she signed off the paperwork for one of her interns. Ethan stood next to her, a file in his hand.

“Katie was over the moon. She actually said that she didn’t think I could pull it off. When I told her who taught me, she didn’t even blink, just shrugged her shoulders and said ‘Knew it.”. Can you believe the audacity she has?” he huffed, only slightly annoyed at the boldness of the little girl.

“Well, she is your niece, so I’m not that surprised…” she trailed off, bumping her hip against his in a playful manner.

“I’m not sure if I should hope our kids will take after me or no-“ he spoke without thinking about it, cutting himself off in the middle of the sentence. “I- I didn’t mean to-“

“I do hope that our kids take after you. Not everything, of course, god forbid them being as grumpy as you, but-“

“Very funny, Dr. Herondale. Back to work, don’t give your interns a bad example.” He grinned, kissing her goodbye before moving down the hall, leaving her by the nurse’s station, a wide grin and a hint of blush on her cheeks.

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Angel Bride

SHINee Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader Characters: Lee Taemin, mentions of Choi Minho Summary: Unwanting to get married, you stow away in a ship called Shinee, unbeknowst that it held the sea's worse pirates and the most viscous captain, called Sea Serpent. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: Old-ye misogyny,  kinda graphic, fluff, smut if you squint, TYPOS cause they always escape me, etc.

A/N: once again i dunno how to write smut so ??? ALSO I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO DO THIS @skylions-den ASHDJEKSKNDMSOSOKSMSM and if pirate!taemin took you off guard bwahahHAHAHAHHA

The man gripped my wrist tightly, even through how weak he was in his fever. The man was thin, and surely if he was not so sick, he would twice more as handsome as he was now. “Are you a dream, angel? Am I dying?”

I knit my brows at the urgent, somehow demanding sound of his voice that contrasted to the expression he held. For a moment, I was confused as to how he wondered I could be such a creature, up until I saw his heavy gaze on my body. I found myself chuckling dryly at the white wedding dress clung around me.

How could I forget?

I shook my head, “No, I am stowaway on your ship, pirate. I did not want to get married.”

“Married,” his voice hardened, “To whom?”

I rolled my eyes at the memory and huffed, “Lord Minho of the Chois.” I think of the said man’s handsome face, broad shoulders and unmissable cruelty and discrimination, then scoff. “He wishes to tame me into becoming a perfect wife, or so unkindly put, a diligent maid.”

It was then that I found the sense to try and pull my wrist away from the man’s hand. I turned to him with knit brows and tried to soothe his anxiety over me, “I am only trying to help you?”

“Help me?” he chuckled and found a small cough in the end, “You are bad luck, angel of death.”

My face fell and I released a breath. “I already told you, I am no angel.” I tried to pull away again but with much more persistence. “I cannot believe with how high your temperature is, your head still has enough fight in it to blabber on about such senseless hullabaloo.”

It was then I finally got out of his grip.

I rubbed the captured area.

  Though he looked at me with such stark eyes, I continued on my initial actions of wiping his face with a towel and warm water. Now, how I got this towel, this warm bucket of water, and how I wound up in this sick pirate’s quarters are stories for another day for it is so unbelievably long and complicated.

I dabbed the man’s face with a lot more force than I had originally, just to put across the message I was not pleased with him. However, when he pulled a pained reaction, I found myself falling guilty and my motions becoming once again kind and gentle.

  I frowned at him and decided to speak, “You can throw me overboard, if you like, honestly. I have nothing to come home to nor to live for anyway at this point. Tell your captain I fear not death.”

The man found it in himself to scoff though I knew from how he sounded, his throat was not in good conditions. “You think the captain would pity you? Pah! He is the famed Sea Serpent, whose blades have slit the throat of his enemies.”

As he spoke, the man swatted my hand away from his face. I growled lowly and gave up on him wiping his face at this point.

I knew he meant every word he spoke about his captain. I had heard the terrible stories of this man who allegedly had only one eye left and one foot. However, I was only annoyed with his reaction.

Perhaps it was his soft and feminine features that made his words seem lighter, but I could not find it in myself to cower over them.

“Why do you treat my words as if I spoke in riddles, boy?” I raised my voice and threw the towel into the bucket.

“Boy?!”  he let out yet another painful scoff, “Women are bad luck at sea! You are probably the reason why I am sick in the first place.”

I let out a hearty laugh, “Ahhh, and I suppose your filthy kitchen and dirty handed cooks have nothing to do with it. Oh, and the fact your soup is made with spoiled ingredients doesn’t mean a thing, does it?”

“Ha! The food is rancid for you have cursed us, hag!”

“I cursed you? I suppose all thinking women are a curse to dim-witted men. Tell me, you leave your vegetables out to get wet by the water of the storm and rot, and yet you eat them! You should set them aside somewhere safe and dry.”

“The storm is your fault! The skies frown upon your face.”

“Alright, if that is true then explain how it has only rained two days ago and not on the start of our journey? If what you say truly is true, then the skies should’ve frowned on me since the beginning.”

“It is because you were hidden!”

“Hidden?” I laugh, “Hidden from what? I have not hidden that I am a woman once! And it was not as if a member grew between my thighs and fell suddenly, and now the sky is angry.”

  It was here the man fell at a loss for words. I find my insides smiling at his silence.

“What difference does it make a woman on land and on sea?”

“I get it, angel. Pardon me for not being learned.”

I pull my head back, “I am not learned! Women are not allowed to learn, shamefully. All I know is from experience. Everyone expects a woman to a good mother and yet no one will allow us to learn about the things our children might ask about.”

The quiet man looked at me for a long while, up until his eyelids grew heavy.

  “Why then, angel, do you help a sick, unlearned pirate?”

His eyes close in exhaustion and my lips part at his degrading statement. “You may be a pirate, but I am sure you have a family.”

He laughs, and suddenly his chest racks out a violent cough. My brows and hands rise in concern.

Once his barking subdued, he lets out a long breath, “I am an orphan. It is why I am a pirate.”

“… well your pirate ship will be one less pirate if you are gone. I’m sure they cannot like that idea.”

The man says nothing.

“I have always wanted to help the sick. My heart always bled for others and when my own mother was taken by a fever, I was determined to help those that I can and save their families from the heartache this illness brings.”

The man, I think, did not hear my explanation, as he had already drifted off to sleep.

It was then I stood from this stool I sat on and went to the other side of the dim, candle lit cabin. However, a hot hand on my wrist yet again held me back. “No, do not leave me angel.”

I turn to the man laid on his small bed and find myself smiling a small smile. “I will not. I am only sleeping over there on your pile of clothes.”

His eyes open and turn to me, “You have been sleeping in my pile of clothes? You must not have had a pleasant sleep at all.”

“Actually, compared to the nets behind your crates in the kitchen, it is far more pleasant.”

“Well,” he then shifts to sit, “sleep here. I have slept—“ “No! You’re still sick! And if I were to sleep there now, I would be sick too.”

He crumbles back on his back. I place my hand on top of his. “Sleep pirate, and gain strength to scare the storm away.”

“As you say, angel.”

As cold, harsh waves crashed against me, the memory as to how I wound up bound in the middle of this ship’s deck left me.

“A WOMAN!”

“A WITCH!”

“SHE IS THE REASON WHY THE SEA SPITS US OUT!”

  “How have you come here, witch!” a tall, bearded man spat in front of my face. The sea spat on both of ours. I felt my heart pounding in my chest. Though I wanted to answer him, the water gushing to me choked the words back down my belly.

  “SHE IS WHY WE’RE SUFFERING!”

“SHE IS WHY OUR CAPTAIN IS SICK!”

There was a loud and angry roar amongst them, and there was a defining statement that got everyone into a riot. “THROW HER OVERBOARD!”

It was then they started cheering and grabbed either of my arms roughly. It felt that my shoulders were going to give in as they ungracefully but efficiently brought me to the side of the side.

However the loud and piercing shriek from the crow’s nest above made the men all around me turn to each other in fear.

“ROCKS! ROCKS! ROCKS EVERYWHERE!”

They started to panic amongst themselves, whether to throw me out quickly or do something else entirely.

  Then, the sky cracked into lightning and thunder and a man emerges into the storm, instantly getting drenched in rain and sea water.

“UNHAND HER AND GET TO YOUR STATIONS, CREW!” he commanded just as sternly as the sky poured its fury.

The men dropped me and I cried in pain as my knees collided with the floor. I shook out of my binds and then a man went in front of me. “I forbid a hair be hurt on my angel’s head,” he spoke, grabbing my hands and standing me up. “Go inside and dry yourself up.”

I placed my hands on his face and felt his unusual heat, “But you are still sick, being out here is—“

“I command you!” he shouts, grabbing me by my shoulder and leading me off anyway. “I am not to see your face until we steer away from this danger.

  I was shoved back into the room I met the man who had some questionable authority. I heard screams and shouts from outside along with the sloshing of water and patter of rain.

I jolted at the sound of thunder and found myself shivering in cold and fear. I whine and try to dry myself, but only find annoyance in the heavy, damp dress around me. And so I pull it off and wear a long shirt I found in the same pile I slept in. The room was dark for the candle had already died out.

I moved around and looked for a match box, once finding one, lit the only candle capable of being lit.

  Moments melted away in tension and even more screams were heard from outside.

Suddenly, the door to his place opened, catching me off guard. The figure stalked to me, and when the fire revealed his face, I realized who the drenched man was.

“We have steered…” he starts, however his eyes drift down from my face. It was then I realized his shirt did not do much in covering my chest. I placed my hand on my heart and pull back.

“Angel…” he speaks stepping forward, “you look… holy in my attire.”

I open my mouth but find nothing to protest back.

His eyes turn back to me, but they looked at me in a different way.

“There are no more rocks that endanger us, angel,” he says, stepping closer, removing the boots on his feet with the other. My own bare feet mimic his, only instead of moving forward, they move back.

He then lifts his shirt and throws it away, revealing his lean and defined torso that made my face heat.

“What are you doing?” I barely ask.

“I am trying to dry quickly,” he says, still slowly walking towards me, “may you aid me, angel?”

“I—“ my back hits the wall, “I have no clothes or towel to give you.”

  The man places his palms on the wall behind me by either side of my head and I feel my pulse quicken drastically. “I am indebted to you, angel. By your hand health has found its way back to me. I, Lee Taemin, captain of this ship, the terrible Sea Serpent thank you.”

My brows raise, “You—you’re the sea serpent?”

He chuckles darkly, “Why do you think they listened to me then?”

“But you are no older than I.”

“It is my youth and wit that makes me so terrible,” he answers, lips curving, eyes turning to my own lips. “Never have I seen such fairness and kindness in one being, my lady. I understand wholly why such horrible men are drawn to your light.”

At this point, his face was a matter of inches away from mine.

“I wish to kiss you,” he says, “make love to you, and make you my own bride.”

  My chest heaves heavily at his words.

His hand travels down to my side, just above my right him and my body feels electrified. “Angel, you are deathly cold,” Taemin says in concern. “I can warm you easily, if you let me.”

My breath hitches, “How many women have you seduced before, snake?”

He throws his head back slightly at my words and once he turned back to me, he moved in even closer. Now his breath was against my neck. “I have never had to seduce a woman before in my life.”

“Then-“ I say, forcing the shakiness of my voice down, “-you should start trying.”

  Taemin laughs, “How then should I begin angel?” he speaks lowly and then plants a hot kiss on my neck, making a shiver run down my spine. He chuckles and peppers kisses down my shoulder, pulling his shirt on my out of the way. His hands travel to my back and push me against him.

“You taste like the sea, angel,” he hums. His fingers press against my skin and run down from below my shoulder blades to the bottom of my derriere. And from my neck, Taemin pulls away and places his lips on mine. In between his breathing, he moans out soft words, “I take your lack of retaliation as permission, angel.”

He then pulls away, just enough so his hands could then travel upward from behind me, to the side of my hips, to my rips, to my breasts and to my neck. The pad of his thumbs caress my skin and attempts to sooth the juncture by my jaw. His fingers that rest behind on my nap entangle themselves in my hair. “You are now mine to claim.”

  Swiftly, I was brought to his bed and laid before him like dinner. A cold gust of wind tickles my stomach as he pulls the cloth around me off.

He proceeds to scold me when hide, “Nuh-uh-uh, no treasure to be hidden from my eyes, angel.”

He slowly creeps up to me and plants another kiss on my lips His hands secure my thighs around him. I gasp when I feel him against me, and he let out a laugh against my lips. “My precious angel, I shall treat you with as much goodness as you have shown me.” 

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What I Found

SasuSaku Month 2018

Day 6: Ghosts

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Author’s Note: The week’s exhaustion took a toll on me plus the cold weather caused by an incoming storm came and I just hibernated like a bear... thus I’m behind in making the prompts. The writer’s block didn’t help either and I had to get my vibe back. But I’m determined to finish the 31 oneshots for SS Month. The love for my OTP is strong ne~

Another fluff before I make my son miserable for day 7

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Sakura couldn’t believe her luck.

First, she was bullied again by her mean classmates because of her forehead of course. It’s only the first week since she entered the Academy, and they’re already making her life miserable. She ran away to the forests, knowing that she could lose them here. And just as she escaped from them, she tripped over some fallen branches when she looked over her shoulder to check if she’s far away from the bullies. Now, a gash was decorating her knee, and the little girl just wants go home.

Then, she felt a drop of water on her cheeks. And another. And another one after that. Realizing the situation, she decided to go to her safe place hidden in the forest. It was much closer than her house, and she knew that she’ll be drier there. Limping her way through the forest, she managed to get into her little cave just before the downpour of rain began.

Wrapping her handkerchief around her wound, Sakura allowed some tears to fall. She didn’t know if which one was more painful, her gash or her feelings. The exhaustion came to her in waves and before she even knew it, she closed her eyes and went to a dreamless sleep.

She woke up to the sounds of crickets, and jade eyes widened when she realized that it was already dark outside.

Okaasan will kill me!

Sakura went out from her own fort and slowly went to the direction of her home. She was thankful that the rain already passed, but the night did nothing to calm her down. Clasping her hands at the hem of her shirt, she walked slowly, mindful of her wound. She tried to calm down her beating heart, eyes darting around at every sound of the night’s orchestra. Her brain took the chance to remind her of what she overhead her classmates were talking about the very same forest she’s in just this morning.

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‘Ne, ne, did you know that there’s a white lady there? My kaasan told me that it was a woman who killed herself because her lover was cheating on her. The ghost targets girls because she’s forever hateful of her former boyfriend’s new girlfriend.’

‘And did you know that there was also a boy who was murdered there long ago? You’ll know it’s him when he asks you where his otousan is.’

‘There’s also a little girl with her pet dog who fell from a tree and died. They also push people off the trees at night so that they’ll have playmates.’

'You can find a lot of ghosts there ne.'

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Sakura shook her head forcefully to rid of all the tales. Unconsciously, tears formed on her eyes out of fear. As she wiped them away, she tripped on a rock and found herself face down on the ground. The pinkette froze when she heard footsteps coming towards her direction.

Someone… save me!

“Are you okay?”

Her tears stopped upon hearing the voice. A boy.

Please don’t ask where your otousan is!

She looked up to see eyes darker than midnight, concern filling it. “Are you hurt? Here,” he offered his hand out for her to take it. Sakura blinked a few times in bewilderment.

He’s not a ghost!

Gingerly, she took his hand and he helped her off the wet ground. The warmth in his hands filled her with a strange but happy feeling.

Her savior studied her profile. “You got yourself dirty. Do you have a handkerchief?”

Sakura pointed to it covering her wound from earlier. The boy made a disapproving sound and took out a towel from his body bag. With no hesitance whatsoever, he started to gently wipe the dirt and sweat off her face and arms. All the while, the little girl could feel her face heating up.

“A... ano… arigatou… um…”

“Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke. And you?”

Jade eyes widened. So he was the famous Uchiha Sasuke, whom she heard her classmates gushing about. The prodigy. “Haruno Sakura.”

Sasuke tilted his head to the side. “You seem familiar.”

She nodded. “I’m in the Academy too, but in the other class.”

“Then you should train well, so that you won’t trip and fall again. Ninjas can’t be clumsy, right?”

“H-Hai.”

After wiping the last big spot of mud off her forearm, Sasuke was about to return the towel back inside his bag when she stopped him.

“Ano… let me wash it for you. I-It’s the least I can do to repay you.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. Kaasan will wash it.”

“B-But…”

“And she might get angry if I can’t return her towel back to her,” Sasuke added. Understanding his reason, Sakura gave him another nod.

“Come on, let’s go. It’s already late, you know. I don’t want to miss dinner,” the Uchiha remarked. As they walked side by side, Sasuke matching her slow pace upon noting her wound, Sakura couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you out here, Uchiha-san?”

“You don’t need to call me Uchiha-san. Sasuke is enough. And I was out training with shuriken,” he replied.

Sakura blushed. “Sa-Sasuke-kun,” she began, testing his name on her lips. She rather liked it, and due to the darkness, she didn’t see how the tips of his ears turned red. He looked away, slightly flustered.

“And you?”

A sigh escaped her lips. “I was hiding… from bullies.” He frowned at that.

“You shouldn’t let them bully you,” he proclaimed.

The little girl looked down. “But… what they’re saying is true. And… I’m not… strong enough,” she admitted softly, and it was only due to Sasuke’s sharp hearing that he was able to catch it. He placed his hands on top of his head in a relaxed manner.

“Then do everything to get stronger and prove them wrong,” he announced. “If I were you I would make them wet their pants.”

Sakura giggled, and Sasuke felt the heat on his face. “Only you can do that, Sasuke-kun. No one can beat you!”

He felt pride fill his chest at her words and smirked. Not long after, they found themselves out of the forest and back at the busy streets of Konoha. Sasuke’s eyes sparkled when he saw who was leaning against a pole, looking like he was expecting them all along.

“Niisan!”

The boy rushed towards his brother, and Itachi smiled at him. “I felt your chakra there, and I was wondering how long it would take you to come out.” The elite shinobi then directed his attention to his little brother’s companion. “But now I understand. You were accompanying her?”

“Her name’s Sakura. I found her face down on the ground, Itachi-nii.”

Sakura fidgeted with her hands before speaking up. “I got lost and tripped, but Sasuke-kun helped me.”

Itachi chuckled in amusement as he noticed the two with a blush on their cheeks. Oh he’s gonna tell his mother about this later.

“Should we go with you to your house, Sakura-san?” the older Uchiha questioned, to which the little girl politely shook her head no.

“It’s okay. My home is just around the corner. I don’t want to cause you two any delay. I’m already much indebted to Sasuke-kun,” Sakura insisted.

“Are you sure?”

Jade eyes twinkled as she smiled at him. “Yes, Sasuke-kun. Thank you so much again for today,” she expressed gratefully and bowed at him. The boy looked away, not knowing what to do.

“Aa. No problem.”

After bowing to the two, the young lady turned her back to go to the direction of her house but Sasuke called out to her.

“Sakura!”

She looked back at him, “Yes, Sasuke-kun?”

“See you tomorrow." he chimed, a small smile on his face which she returned full force.

“Hai! See you!”

Emeralds followed the two Uchiha brothers until they turned to a corner and disappeared from her sight. Her fingers clutched her shirt, her heart racing a mile a minute while her cheeks flushed darker than her hair.

Her classmates were wrong. She didn’t found a ghost in the forest.

She found her first love.