#the part where he used those fuck ass tiny ass scissors was really fucking funny like. why did he do that.

[yeah-klave]

Jungle Dreams

Written, with love, for EnKlave Fest 2021. 

Prompt: Sneaking away into the jungle. 

Genre: Smut, with a side of fluff.

Word length: 2.1k.

Warning: Explicit sexual content (18+ only, please).

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of The Umbrella Academy characters or settings.

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Finally out of sight and earshot of the camp, they stumbled through the undergrowth, laughing and kissing and fumbling, hands blindly pulling at clothes in their haste. Dave gently pushed Klaus against the trunk of a tree and attached his lips to Klaus’ neck.

“I didn’t think we’d ever get chance to sneak away!” Klaus gasped, tipping his head back and frantically grasping at Dave’s shoulders.

“Dramatic,” Dave breathed heavily, his lips pressing kisses along Klaus’ jawline. He took the lobe of Klaus’ ear into his mouth and sucked hard. Klaus shivered and Dave grinned, grazing his teeth along the flesh before giving it a sharp nip.

Klaus gasped and clutched at Dave, raking his fingernails through Dave’s gloriously mussed curls.

“It’s been three days, Dave,” he whined. “Three whole days. I’m practically dying here. Dying of blue balls.”

Dave huffed a laugh. “What a tragically fitting end for Vietnam’s biggest drama queen.”

He sucked a kiss into Klaus’ skin, just below the line of his collar.

“Oh, Daaa-vuh,” Klaus moaned, clawing desperately at Dave’s back. “Please can you stop being funny and charming for one second and just fuck me already?!”

Dave grinned and caught Klaus’ eye. “Certainly, your highness,” he added with a quirk of his eyebrow.

Klaus rolled his eyes, but hurriedly turned in Dave’s arms, his hands scrambling to unbuckle his pants. With a flourish, he let them drop around his ankles. Then he leaned forwards slightly, holding on to the tree trunk for support. He looked back at Dave over his shoulder and pointedly spread his legs.

Dave grinned again, leaning his head to one side and taking in the view.

Klaus huffed, his eyebrows comically crinkling together in an adorable frown.

Dave moved forwards and reverently ran his hands over the pale skin of Klaus’ ass. He gave the right cheek a proprietary little squeeze, then gave it a light slap, watching the glorious jiggle of the flesh.

“Please hurry up,” Klaus sighed, his eyes huge and beseeching.

Finally, Dave acquiesced. He couldn’t deny those eyes anything.

He dug into the deep pocket of his pants and drew out the little jar of lube. He coated his fingers, then ran the tip of one around the rim of Klaus’ hole, before gently pushing inside.

Klaus let out a deep sigh and rested his forehead against the arm he had propped against the tree.

Just as Klaus had taught him, Dave began moving his finger, methodically pressing and stretching. He pulled his finger out, stacked his index finger over his middle finger and then placed them at Klaus’ entrance, only the very tips inside.

“Squeeze, please,” he said, and Klaus sighed, but then clenched obediently around Dave’s fingertips.

“And relax,” Dave instructed after a moment. Klaus relaxed his muscles and Dave watched in admiration as both his fingers easily sank another inch inside Klaus’ body.

“I love watching you suck me inside like that,” Dave said in awe.

“Daaave,” Klaus whined, “come on.”

Dave eased his fingers the rest of the way inside and started scissoring them, gently stretching Klaus’ entrance further. Klaus let out a low moan.

“You don’t have to be so… thorough.” Klaus wheedled. “I have done this a few times before, you know. I’m good to go!”

“Or,” Dave said patiently, “we could just enjoy this bit before racing on to the next part.” He ran his other hand down the gentle curve of Klaus’ spine, ending by giving his left ass-cheek an affectionate squeeze.

“God, Klaus, I love your ass.” Dave brought his other hand around to Klaus’ front, took hold of his dick and gave it a couple of gentle tugs. “Among other things.”

Klaus moaned wantonly and spread his legs further.

Dave smiled and curled the fingers of his other hand and Klaus let out a desperate gasp.

“Please.” Klaus said shakily. “Please, Dave. I need you inside me. Now. Before they start to wonder where we are and come looking.” He swallowed thickly. “Please, Dave. I need this.”

His voice was as breathy and light as usual, but Dave could hear the undercurrent of real urgency. The genuine desperation that didn’t stem from raw sexual desire, but from the need to connect with someone. To really feel something. While they still had chance.

Dave leaned forwards and pressed a tender kiss to the exposed skin of Klaus’ shoulder, right at the juncture of his neck.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured soothingly in Klaus’ ear, “I’ve got you.”

Klaus gave an involuntary little shiver, but nodded slowly.

“I know you do,” Klaus whispered back.

Dave slowly eased his fingers out of Klaus’ body. He unbuckled his own pants and unceremoniously pulled out his achingly hard cock and quickly slicked it up.

Dave moved behind Klaus. He rand one hand down the curve of Klaus’ spine again, before taking firm hold of Klaus’ hip. Finally, holding the base of his cock with his other hand, he lined up and gently pushed inside Klaus’ body in one deliciously long, slow slide. Then, he stopped. His heartbeat was thudding in his ears and all his nerve endings were on fire. He’d never get used to that feeling. Never. Not if he did this every day for the rest of his life. Completely unparalleled bliss.

Klaus let out a long, low moan.

“Fuuuuucck, yeeeeesssss! Dave! Finally!”

Dave withdrew slowly and Klaus released a breath in a deep, satisfied exhale. Dave took hold of both Klaus’ hips and thrust in again firmly, snapping his hips as he bottomed out. Klaus gasped and his internal muscles contracted sharply around him as Dave’s cock hit that sweet spot deep inside. Dave grunted and gripped Klaus’ hips tighter.

Suddenly, all the frenetic energy from earlier came crashing back and Dave pulled out and thrust forwards again firmly, then started snapping his hips and driving into Klaus in a gloriously intense and deliciously punchy rhythm.

“Fucking finally,” Dave heard Klaus exhale between grunts of pleasure.

Below him, Dave could hear Klaus chanting his name between desperate little moans and uninhibited grunts. Dave felt a warm glow start deep in his chest, Klaus’ obvious pleasure urging him on.

Dave found his rhythm and soon lost himself to the indescribable feeling of fucking Klaus. The tight, wet slide… the sound of Klaus’ desperate panting moans and punched out grunts of pleasure… the obscene slap of skin on skin… the delicate, warm weight of Klaus’ hips under his palms… chasing his desire… succumbing to this primal need… the rough pleasure of engaging in something so base and animalistic… pure carnal instinct driving his hips forwards… sinking himself inside his partner… claiming and taking and pleasuring and pleasing and thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.

“Dave!” He heard Klaus cry urgently. He swallowed and tried again. “Fuck, Dave,” Klaus said more urgently, “I’m close.”

Without loosing his rhythm, Dave brought one hand around and started jerking Klaus’ cock in time with his own thrusts.

Klaus keened. The pitch of his voice changed. His moans became higher and he released little abortive wails on every thrust. He sounded breathless and desperate. His legs started trembling and distantly Dave was aware Klaus’ knuckles had gone white where he held onto the tree trunk for support.

Dave grunted and increased the pace of his hips, the muscles in his powerful legs tensing and straining.

“Dave!” Klaus sobbed and then, suddenly, Dave felt him tense and then the world held its breath for a second. And then Klaus released the breath he’d been holding in a long shaking exhale as his body began contracting rhythmically around Dave and his cock pulsed and twitched as he ejaculated thickly onto the jungle floor.

And then Dave’s entire word narrowed to the glorious pressure building between his legs and the roaring in his ears and the sound of Klaus’ moans and the feeling of Klaus cumming on his cock and, finally, Dave let go and fucked his release deep inside his partner in heady waves of crashing pleasure, grunting and moaning and sweating and cursing.

And then he was done. Dave felt all his muscles relax and he slumped forwards slightly over Klaus, trying to catch his breath. Klaus’ knees buckled. But, on instinct, Dave caught him and held him up firmly with one large, strong arm around his tiny waist. He planted the other against the tree trunk, anchoring them and keeping them both upright. Dave nuzzled into the soft, warm space behind Klaus’ ear, then peppered kisses down his neck and across his shoulder, licking a soothing stripe over the mark he’d sucked into Klaus’ neck earlier.

“Was that what you needed, baby?” Dave asked quietly.

“Yeah,” Klaus replied throatily. Still slumped bonelessly against the tree, barely holding himself upright save for Dave’s strong arm holding him firm. Klaus turned his head and blindly sought Dave’s lips.

Dave leaned forwards and kissed him. It was wonky and off-centre and wonderful.

Slowly, Dave pulled his softening cock out of Klaus’s body. Klaus sighed and his hole gave a delicate flutter. Dave watched a thick bead of cum ooze out and dribble thickly down the inside of Klaus’ thigh.

Dave dug a hand into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and gently cleaned the sticky mess from Klaus’ skin. He ducked down and carefully helped Klaus pull up his pants and fasten them again, then, finally, tucked himself away, refastened his own pants and snapped his belt back into place.

Leaning back against the tree, Klaus watched him fondly through half-lidded bedroom eyes, absently trailing his fingers down his neck to press lightly against the spot of darker skin. The shadow of a lost kiss.

Inches apart, Dave looked at Klaus and the satisfied expression that softened his features and gave him a radiant glow of happiness. And, once again, Dave was overcome with a wave of pure affection. He reached out and tenderly cupped Klaus’ cheek in one large, soft palm, his thumb gently rubbing the delicate skin at the corner of Klaus’ eye. Klaus blinked slowly and looked back at Dave, the expression in his eyes unmistakable.

“One day,” Dave said simply, “I’d like us to do that in a proper bed.”

“We will,” Klaus said quietly.

Dave gazed deep into Klaus eyes and was filled with the almost overwhelming urge to pour all of himself inside this man – not just his sticky, orgasmic release, but his whole heart as well.

“I want to lay you down and kiss every inch of you” Dave said reverently. “I want us to take our time. We could take all night if we wanted. And then, I want to hold you afterwards, until you fall asleep in my arms. I want to wake up the next morning to your hair in my face and your ridiculously cold feet pressed against my legs. I want all your sleepy grumbling and your morning-breath kisses. And then I want to make love to you again, in a pool of early morning light, while you’re all groggy and warm and loose-limbed and peaceful.”

“I want that too,” Klaus said, looking wistfully back into Dave’s kind, sincere eyes. “Well, we are due R&R in a few weeks…” he trailed off suggestively, his eyes scanning Dave’s face and the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile.

“The thing is,” Dave said quietly, “I don’t just want it here and now. Not just a Vietnam fling. I want it every day. Every. Single. Day. For the rest of my life.” He paused, took a deep breath and added, “I want you forever, Klaus.”

Klaus swallowed hard and took a deep shuddering breath. “Me too,” he said hoarsely. He pulled Dave’s face towards him and pressed their foreheads together and held him there, just breathing the same air. “We’ll make it work,” Klaus murmured into the space between them. “Somehow, Dave, we’ll make it work. That’s a promise.”

“Don’t,” Dave replied sadly. “You can’t promise that.”

“I just did,” Klaus said stubbornly. “And you better believe I’m not going to let the universe make a liar out of me about this. God might have written me off, but nobody should ever underestimate my selfish streak.”

Dave huffed a laugh and held him tighter. They stood quietly, just relishing the moment of peace and closeness.

“We should get back.” Dave said finally.

“Yeah, we should.” Klaus grudgingly agreed.

But neither of them made any attempt to move.

They just held on to each other and shut the world out and pretended prejudices didn’t exist and that the war was happening somewhere else to some other people.

Instead, they ran gentle hands over warm flesh and slowly kissed in a dappled green, enchanted bubble of hope and love and jungle dreams.

[trentaafcsblog]

sorry lovely i didn’t read the note up top! can i just have one for mount instead? xx

Prompts - Boy Things

1. Going to the barbers with him

You’re only going with him because he’s promised to watch Beauty and the Beast with you when you get home, although you know that’ll never come off and he’ll disappear upstairs to play on his PlayStation with his friends like he always does, but you’re clutching onto the tiny bit of hope that he actually listens to you for once and keeps you company for a couple of hours instead of abandoning you to go and scream at Declan for not killing the person that he was supposed to, or whatever it was that you’d heard him yelling time and time again. 

You’re trailing about five paces behind him with your head down and a look on your face that reads ‘I really can’t be arsed for this’ as he makes his way into the barbers. A series of cheers and ‘how you doing, bro?’s meeting you as you follow him into the salon, all of them doing a weird handshake thing before hyping him up over the new trainers that he was wearing. A few of them looking you up and down and undressing you with their eyes as they start whispering and giggling like children, probably discussing how they’d destroy you with their teeny weeny little cocks because they just exude that immature and revolting sense of energy as you stand there staring at Mason, practically begging him to give you the car keys so that you can go and hide in the car park away from this bunch of idiots that he seemed to be in a second relationship with going by the amount of love and praise he always gave them.

“Dunno why you’re still hanging around him when he’s got a trim like that” one of them hollers at you, breaking the awkward silence before the whole shop collapses into a fit of giggles over something that really wasn’t that funny. Fake laughing with them just so you don’t feel anymore awkward as you stand there wishing that 

you hadn’t agreed to yours and Mason’s little deal. The idea of watching Beauty and the Beast on your own seeming much more appealing than this torture that you’d allowed yourself to be subjected to.

“A seat for you, pretty lady” one of them says once they’ve finally pulled through their state of hysterics, gesturing towards the chair that was next to where Mase was about to get his haircut. Glaring at him through the mirror as you perch yourself down, a little smile creeping onto his face at your look of disgust but deep down he knew what his barbers were like and he knew that you’d be drooled over by them, especially since all they did was talk about how good your boobs looked in your latest Instagram picture or how they’d love to spend the night with you, but obviously he’s not gonna make you aware of that because you’d never speak to him again. 

“Say no more, brooo” one of them sings once Mason finishes telling him about what he wants doing, the words ‘shape up’ and ‘skin fade’ being repeatedly used but you have no idea what they mean. Your mind running away with itself as you try to imagine what the hell was about to happen. Is he gonna have his skin taken off? Are they gonna start carving shapes into his hair like he’s some sort of pumpkin? What the fuck are those utensils they’ve just brought out from out the back of the studio? Trying to picture what Mason looked like the last time he came back from this place as you reassure yourself that he looked absolutely fine and that all of these interesting tools and phrases were all part of the process of getting a ‘fresh trim’.

Your heart almost starts beating out of your chest when they turn the electric razor on and a buzzing sound starts humming in your ears, growing louder and louder the more they move it. Watching them change the blade on it before they’re going back in for round two, then three, then four, then five, and then you’re breathing a sigh of relief when it gets put back down on the side. Getting your hopes up that this whole ordeal might be over but you’re clearly kidding yourself when the scissors come out. Praying that they don’t cut random chunks out of his hair since you can’t see what’s going on thanks to the barber obstructing your view, although you’re not sure you actually want to know what’s happening during this whole procedure. 

Spraying his hair with what looks like hairspray but in a cleaning product bottle before they’re stepping back to admire their work. Cocky smiles on all of their faces as they hold a mirror up behind Mason’s head to show him what they’d done at the back, even though it looks exactly the same as what’s going on at the sides.

“That’s sick!” he squeals before leaning forward to catch a glimpse of your reaction. Not really noticing that much of a difference apart from it being a little bit shorter, but you’re politely smiling at him and nodding your head as if to say ‘yeah, so lovely’, despite it not really being a reflection of the amount of time it took or the number of different pieces of equipment that were used in the process. 

Having to wait for what feels like another three hours as they all do their handshake at least twelve times and take about sixty-four thousand photos of Mason’s new haircut to flex on their Instagram accounts. The same few that were staring at you when you walked in now doing exactly the same as you make your way towards the door, licking their lips and eyeing up your ass as you give them a little wave and step outside. A wave of relief hitting you now that you’d escaped those absolute weirdos but you’re still giving Mase the cold shoulder because he obviously knew how all of them would react to seeing you in the flesh, not to mention the pure torture that you were put through by having to sit in the same chair for hours all for a few little millimetres taken off his hair. 

“Declan text me whilst I was in there to ask if I could play Fortnite with him when we get home, is that okay?” he’s asking as you stop in the middle of the pavement to glare at him.

“Mason, I swear to god!” you huff as he tries to stifle a laugh, shrugging his shoulders at you before making his way back to the car, leaving you stood there knowing that you’ll never be able to believe a word that comes out of that man’s mouth again, especially when it comes to promises.

@sanchooo-xo @alexajanecollins @domsgirl

[ts-2020-olympics]

EPISODE 1 - “My Legs Were Not Qwoperating” - Kathy (Part 2)

no. jk here.

So, it’s morning. I look around at our camp, and see everyone is at work. Karen is painting their flag and using safety scissors to cut out Monty’s head, Kevin is chanting to himself in the corner, Stoner’s been asleep so we buried him in the sand up to his neck and then sculpted a sand castle around him. Tommy is just trying to make eye contact with anyone he can and so I’m...avoiding that. I’d say we are solid but that’s probably not the truth, and so that kind of stinks. I’m hoping the newbies really fuck up, and I know that’s harsh but...that’s showbiz, babe!! Speaking of newbies I still haven’t talked to a few of them.  Emma like zoomed away the first day and I’ve given up on talking to her. Hope she goes first. That’s all I got for now, going to eat breakfast I will continue this rant later.

my truth is that i haven’t played an org game in so long i forgot i was playing and then remembered an hour ago and tried to do this wack qwop game hsksksj! my legs were not qwoperating 

I see there's an arena going on! I might go there first if the rest of the team is okay with it - gives me a chance to scope things out and get a feel for the area. I'm excited!

WE WON THE FUCKING CHALLEEEENGE AAAAA NOT ONLY DID WE WIN BUT WE KILLT IT WE SCORED 12 AND EVERYONE ELSE GOT LIKE 8 AND 5 OHMYGOOOD IM NOT GONNA BE FIRST OUT YALL IM SHAKING I CANT BELIEVE GSJDKDVDSNDBWSKHSD okAy okay so thank god bc my tribe has like no drama so our vote would’ve been really difficult and that gives me more time to think about my possible advantage and the possible bonds here. 

so while I am safe I still have to game a little bit and talk to the people I’ve been talking with who are going to tribal like Sammy and Jordan, funny enough who are on the same tribe.... maybe I can get them to protect each other..... hm

Well we lost because of technicalities, I choose to blame that. This tribe is apparently extremely quiet to each other, so the fact that I messaged everyone hello this morning, nearly 48 hours after the start, I am SOMEHOW one of the best social players here. Challenges are generally my strength, we got last in QWOP, so backup is social game in a social ORG. I can be in some danger here, but I think I have a TRusuT sclusTER to keep myself here. As is necessary. I don't care who goes, I have a preference, but I don't really want to set a goal right now. Flexibility is key.

I'm literally PISSED. I'm fuming right now, like wtf? OK so I haven't confessed anything yet because my tribe has been SO quiet. I've honestly talked a lot more to some of the people from ONE WORLD than I have from some of the people from my own tribe... and I'm not crazy okay? It's NOT my fault. I put in effort with these people... But some of these people are just DRY! Drier than the Sahara Desert! Drier than my chappy ass lips! They can't hold a conversation, and that's obnoxious. I'm not going to respond to you if your message has literally nothing in it worth responding to, that's why most of my messages will either have a follow-up question, or something actually of substance to comment on/reply to... YOU SHOULD DO THE SAME SO WE CAN ACTUALLY SPEAK AND MAINTAIN A CONSISTENT DIALOGUE!!!!!!! But NOOOOOOO, my tribe decides to not speak... MOVING ON! The only people I've had good conversations with really are Juls and Em, and lo and behold, Em does lit rally nothing in this challenge, which sucks because I'm afraid that may put a target on her back. But I'm not sure, I definitely will vote with her and I think Juls will too. I'll move onto that later but I wanna talk about why I'm fucking LIVID RIGHT NOW. I literally made SO many suggestions on how we could tweak who does what in this challenge, or what we do on certain parts. Now I'm going to admit a TINY bit of fault here, in that I didn't say my suggestions on the tribe flag. There are some things I think we could've done to make it better, but I love Juls, and everyone had already told her it was great, so I didn't wanna make her feel that I didn't like it or was over criticizing. So I didn't say anything. That was my bad. BUT EVERYTHING ELSE, LUV? I said We should guess lower than 610... Now granted my even 600 guess still would've been too low to win, BUT AT LEAST IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN OVERBOARD! HMPPHH!!!!! Or maybe we could've compromised on 605 if people hadnt IGNORED ME!!!! IDK!??!?!?! Further than that, I asked for different tweaking on the chant and nobody gave any suggestions. I'm not saying we would've won or anything had I taken the lead or that I was doing everything the right way,  obviously I wasn't since my chant got 3rd, but what I'm saying is once it became obvious the challenge was going to be about group participation and suggestion, our tribe needed to unify. Everyone in the tribe needed to have a clearer vision and talk to eachother and actually put in the EFFORT that this stuff requires. Which I'm admitting my own error, in not doing that with the flag. But our tribe was just so quiet and silent before now, which sent me down a paranoid spiral, that I was super fucking worried about my place in the tribe or where things were heading. Now I realize I'm in a good position on the tribe for sure, it's just that our tribe is STRUGGLING. ON THE (Mr.) BRIGHTSIDE!!! We lost by a tiebreaker guess, and only by 4 points.... and I'm pretty close with Juls, and it seems like a target will probably fall pretty easily onto Billy. He had the worst QWOP score, described himself as arrogant in his own intro, and just seems.. critical of others. He gives off a strange vibe. If it's not him, I'm pretty sure it'd end up being Jacob or Em. I feel that me and Juls are safe which is all that I can hope for on a tribe this freaking tiny, I instantly connected with Juls over our love of anime, the fact her name is the same as Euphoria Jules, and other stuff. As far as One World goes, I honestly keep forgetting it exists. I haven't reached out to too many of the others but have talked back to those who talk to me and it's been generally decent. I get along well with other Jacob, the not pie one. Caeleb I already know from before this and so I feel like we'd def work together, and I get good vibes from a lot of these people like Eve, Nicole, Ben, etc. Honestly I'm just so frustrated right now because things have been quiet and nervous and I'm PARANOID, and my tribe was so close to winning but fucked it up over minor things we could've tweaked had we just tried a little harder and communicated a little more. ugh, this SUCKS. now my first legacy in Tumblr Survivor is a mediocre chant (i honestly really like it and i put a LOT OF THOUGHT INTO IT OKAY....) and a trip to tribal council *Sobs* Here's hoping things take a positive turn from here...? It could always be the Bronze before my Gold! ~Hamfisted olympics metaphor~

Love my tribe a lot! However, i still feel on the outside somewhat tho.... Idk this is a lot for me I just hope we win until a swap or whatever its called ahh

Alright, Darcy back here with yet another confessional!   Here is a little update since I last posted confessional, mainly the biggest difference is now I have an ally formed with Ben.   At least, I made a deal with Ben yesterday proposing just the generic looking after one another ordeal, then going to give it some time and maybe question Beck about forming an alliance, since I've been connecting with her even more past bit, but don't want to go too fast and end up asking half my tribe right away to work with me, as I don't want to be seen as playing hard out the gate and make myself a target.   Meanwhile, I decided to give the Olympic Village searching a shot, but alas was no luck in the cafeteria cabinets, so will just have to try my luck again in the future rounds.   Thinking of searching either the South or North end of Village next round, but we shall see.   Anyways, I'm glad my tribe won Immunity, so don't have to go to tribal this round, and this Olympic Arena twist sounds great, essentially one person from each tribe goes to the Arena, I believe for the immune tribes just 1 person is selected to go to the Arena, and for the losing tribes, the two voted out go to arena, where the winner of the voted out people come back in the game, and loser is out of the game for good.   Think I read that all right, but maybe won't hurt to give it another read to double check.   For now though, I shall go, so will see you all with my next confessional.

Fuck having to go to tribal first. I don’t like having to send someone home when I don’t even really know who I’m playing with yet. 

Seems like Billy pulling the "I don't want to make any moves" to me was surprisingly bullshit. Who would've thunk. I think everyone is fine with voting out Billy here, I didn't really want to initially, but yeah, uh no. I could be in danger, but if everyone is honest here, I should be fine. Fingers crossed. "I'm either going to be first boot or win" - Pia Miranda

So, the first tribal is in a bit and we were almost sent there but managed to pull through in the tiebreaker! I hope that opens some of my tribemates eyes (lets be real, just Stoner who hasn’t been doing much of anything!) Being in One World but none of the newbies talking to me is still wild to me, half of them still haven’t even accepted my contact request. Yet they’re plenty active in the chat, so what gives? Anyway, I hope it’s just that they are intimidated by the very fact that I am beauty, and grace, and Miss United States. I hope we can win the next round, hopefully first or second place so we don’t have a close call again. We are trying to get Chris to go to the Arena so he can get us that 20% but he hasn’t answered so...what gives? On the alliance front I’m good with Kevin and Karen tribewise , the bigger picture is Kevin, Jacob and Sammy want to align and then we will have a bigger alliance that includes Beck, Juls and Eve. Eventually I might wanna break off and align with Jules and Eve, but having bigger targets around is essential. Anyway that’s all I got for now. I should start making video confessionals AS THINGS ARE HAPPENING. Ya know? Anyway toodles for now see ya next round. OH, and I’m hoping Jules and Jacob are safe this tribal :( love them and hope we can work together going forward. 

Hiiii, arena results are about to come in so I'm just gonna drop a quickie confessional before that happens. I don't honestly remember how much I talked about the strategy and gameplay that was going on, so I'll give you a quick rebriefing of that. I'm really close with Juls. Em I like, but I want more out of her. Jacob is quiet, but inoffensive. Billy, I actually like him, but there are certain things about him that just.. Rub me (and others) a strange way and that's why we voted him out because certain things he did just didn't quite gel with the rest of the team. If he does return from the arena though, it's possibly I may vouch for him over Jacob because Jacob... HE JUST NEEDS TO TALK!!! But idk. One world still SUCKS and is dragging me through the MUD because nobody wants to do cross-tribe talking me included but that gets me paranoid as FUCK, luv. About the live tribal, it was fun! My camera angle was awkward and I was soo nervous though, but I think I was still able to hold it together relatively well, act normal, and give semi-decent answers. Will definitely be improving my live tribal performance for next time so I can be a bad ass bitch on call, it's GOING to happen... dskfdsf. I love Emma on call/video sooooo much, But on text she's kind of dry. Maybe I need to ask her if I can call her sometime, but I haven't done a call for a game like this in a looong time. I'm a bit nervous about that. But yeah. I'm looking forward to the game... The first tribal just makes everything real, and you realize, oh shit, we're playing Survivor. And I forgot how thrilling it was to play in a live, video environment like that, it just grips you and it feels so much more intense than when wiki results are just posted in chat and you don't have to deal with physically seeing the person you're voting out, talking to them with your actual voice, etc. All that stuff just makes the experience that much more realistic and it's so intense and fun. I'm ready to get this game on (Btw fuck the arena twist)

hey guys im really loving this game so far... keep up the good work!

i didn’t appreciate the attitude billy gave me whenever i tried to help the team out but! i’m willing to get over it because he is a nice guy. i feel fairly comfortable with my team and i’m just hoping we can avoid another tribal! 

Hello! I can not believe I'm back for a 6th time on Tumblr Survivor this is so crazy! Especially for an Olympic season because I vowed to myself that I would never do a season again that was more than 20 people after being in Japan. Now that I'm back I'm ready to play, I haven't really came into this season with a strategy but if I did it would have changed because this is a One World season and now with the arena twist I'm sweating. One World makes the season super social (probably one of my least favorite twists) it's very easy for this season to let pre-mades and majorities take over just like that and let underdogs like me in this season to get taken out especially taken out early. So I have been social not only with me but a few people on different tribes but not too much. I don't want to seem like I'm playing too hard but I wanna build relationships before swaps happen so that people choose to ally with me (A WINNER) over a newbie or a returnee who hasn't won because I already have a big target on my back. With how the tribe divisions are it gives the newbies the biggest advantage with 15 newbies compared to 5 winners and 5 non-winner returnees, which isn't bad in a Fan vs. Favorite season because the ratio is even with returnees and newbies. However, now that I'm in the minority and also labeled a WINNER, I have to do damage control to lower my target but most importantly integrate with other people which is hard because I'm not the best social player and I know that's my weakness but I still have to attempt. In terms of my own tribe I'm closest to Kevin, when I talk to him we have a good conversation I probably already irritate him but I think out of everyone I can put my trust in him the most compared to everyone else. I think having one good ally is how I want to approach this season due to the arena twist I don't want to come across as running the tribe especially the winners tribe incase we do go to tribal because if I vote in the majority and that person stays they are immune and will be mad and spill the beans about the tribe, and I want that person to be the least mad at me so the focus is not on me. So having overall good vibes and 1 strong connection is a good strategy for the long term game. It might put me at risk for being voted out in the short term but I want to play the long-term game. Preferably if it is up to me I'd want Nicole to be the next closest to Kevin and myself without myself having to make an official deal with Nicole so I'm not seen as the ringleader. Kevin says he wants Stoner to be the first one voted out on our tribe but honestly I rather it be Karen. Stoner has the reputation keeps his target bigger than the rest and I think Karen has the better chance of flipping on the winners and succeeding than Stoner does. So my target is Karen if we do lose. I also believe that there may be an alliance with Nicole, Kevin, and Karen which I hope is not an actual alliance because that's bad news for me. I hope we don't go to tribal because I don't wanna go to a tribal with only 5 people. Wish me luck!

Whew it has been one round and i've fucked up so much its not even funny. its a little funny. anyways i start this game on a tribe of 5, i allign with connor who ive never played a game with and find some similar common ground, and with jacob who seems chill. we lose the first challenge sucks and all hell breaks loose, long story short fuck sammy. I'm trying to work my way back in caeleb and jacobs good graces. its gonna be a rocky road, but its one i've driven before

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Regium

Pairing: Taeyong X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst; Fallen Angel! AU

Word Count: 4.1K

Note: Taeyong has me weak. As always. Stupid hair, stupid smile, stupid skills. I hate it all, ok.

It’s dark outside today, you realize, as you risk a glance outside the dusty window of your apartment. It’s still around 4 in the afternoon—the darkness undoubtedly owed to the dark clouds crowding the skies above—so you have a while before you need to leave for your shift at the convenience store down the block. It’s actually a welcome thought, you decide, as you make your way to the kitchen to preferably make some tea and curl up in an armchair with a book.

That is, if it rains at all.

You give just one more skeptical glance outside for merit’s sake, before turning back towards the counter, hands knowing where to go all on their own. As you put the kettle on the stove to boil, a loud clap of thunder startles you into jumping just slightly, and your eyes automatically stray to the window, only for your mouth to drop open in undisguised shock.

It’s full out pouring outside.

You stumble your way to the window, tea all but forgotten, as you stare disbelievingly at the torrent of rain crashing down on the buildings next to yours. It was…it was literally just beginning to get cloudy, how did this happen?

As your fingers shakily come to rest against the windowsill, your ears catch the sound of some strange kind of noise—something like a purr? With another clap of thunder, though, it turns into a full out yowl of terror, and it’s official: you must be hearing things.

Why else, of course, would you hear the sound of a cat from the 6th floor of a building? You’re simply going crazy. You’re sure that, if you head to bed or something, you can surely go back to living life as a reality.

However, when you’re passing by the balcony, you see it; with fur the darkest shade of black, and glowing green eyes, there is most definitely an animal out there. More specifically, there is most definitely a cat outside your living room.

“Well, fuck.” You say, because who’s around to hear you anyway?

Since you are a warm, compassionate person from the bottom of your heart—and don’t you ever doubt that—you realize you can’t possibly leave a drenched cat outside, in the pouring rain. The rain which, if you aren’t wrong, cats absolutely abhor.

…Damn it, you’re actually doing this.

“Alright, cat.” You say awkwardly, the inability to communicate with actual living beings besides your walls (oh wait, walls aren’t alive) coming to bite you in the ass, “I know you probably don’t like the rain, so let’s get you inside, how ‘bout that?”

The cat proceeds to side eye you, and you decide you really must be going insane if a drowned rat—no, cat, sorry—is giving you almost human looks, before taking a hesitant step forward, only to mewl pitifully in pain.

And your unbreakable heart chips the tiniest bit. Nothing too substantial, but the thing is cute, and kind of sad.

“Alright, hopefully you won’t scratch me.” Those ivy green eyes stare at you again, and you shiver, because this cat looks kind of freaky, “And please don’t take that as an invitation to do that, I’m so done—”

You pause then, realizing how ridiculous you sound.

“Great,” You mutter to yourself, holding the animal’s warm body close to yourself, shutting the door with your free arm, “Now I’m talking to animals, what’s next?”

You quickly set the cat down on the carpet after laying a towel over it, so that the water doesn’t actually drip onto the floor. Funny thing is, the cat wouldn’t let you put it down on the used towel you got from the kitchen, but was okay with the clean spare you managed to find.

“I should call you CF.” You tell it seriously, as it rolls around on the towel boredly, “Stands for Clean Freak. Because that’s what you are, cat.”

The cat doesn’t seem to care, poking at the table with a hesitant paw. Looking closer, you can see it’s actually not entirely black-furred: the paw has some strange pink markings on it.

“That’s so cute.” You gush, taking a paw into your hand, only to balk at how cold it is, “Shit, wait here.”

Surprisingly, the cat does, sitting patiently as you get your tiny portable heater from your room. To be frank, you need it too, since your toes are positively freezing as well, so you curl up beside the cat—CF, you decide haughtily—to get warm.

That’s when you remember that the cat was probably hurt somewhere, recalling its low-pitched whine from when it was still outside. You gently take a paw into your hand, finding it amusing when CF scrunches his nose—you checked—and ruffles his whiskers.

“Oh shit.” You breathe out, eyeing the split stuck firmly between its paw, “Fuck, uh.”

You run to your bedroom, grabbing a pair of tweezers, before running back to where CF’s staring at you pitifully, giving a tiny little mewl that totally doesn’t shake your heart up.

“Okay, boy, this’ll have to do.” You gently take him into your arms, before holding up his paw. He is, strangely enough, compliant, even as the hair on his back stands up, and his muscles turn taut under your touch, “Relax, and…”

You close the tweezers around the splint, before pulling it out with one hard tug, and hold CF as close to you as you can, chucking the offending object away and running a soothing hand down the curve of his back.

“There, there…” You soothe as gently as you can, though it comes out awkwardly because life hates you, “I got you. Look, it’s all out now! Let me just go get a band-aid for you, how’s that?”

You gently deposit him back down, making your way to the washbasin cabinet, in which you’ve got a basic first aid kit, mostly for your own use. You take out one of those small, circular band-aids, deciding it’s appropriately sized, and head back to the living room, only to freeze in shock.

There’s semi-nude boy with pink hair and, more importantly, huge, feathered wings stretching out from his back, and his gaze when it lands on you is nothing short of ‘oh fuck’.

“Well.” You say faintly, eyeing the protrusions dazedly, “Those aren’t just props, now, are they?”

“So, you’re a weird angel hybrid thing?” You ask as he struggles to put on one of your shirts, the material clinging to his shoulders.

“Um, yes?” He tries, voice soft yet rough, as he looks everywhere but at you, cheeks tinged pink, “Uh, you’re taking this a lot better than I thought you would…”

“Yeah, I’m surprising myself too.” You agree amicably, before asking him, “So you can retract your wings at will and stuff?”

At his nod, you add, “Cool, cool.”

“Look.” He sits down on your bed, across from you, “You technically aren’t supposed to know about any of this and…”

His tiny mouth, the prettiest pink (like his hair) you’ve ever seen, twitches downward.

“I could get in a lot of trouble.” He finally manages to mutter out, large brown doe-eyes finding yours, the brown flickering green every few seconds.

“So, why’d you…” You make a vague motion that you don’t quite understand yourself, but the man seems to get.

“The pain was too much for my familiaris form to handle.” He says by way of explanation, but it only serves to confuse you further, so he elaborates, “It’s a form we can adopt to blend easily with our assigned people.”

“So, you’re like a guardian angel cat?” You clarify, and he sighs in exasperation, making you crack a tiny smile at the short, stiff nod he gives you. “Makes sense, I guess.”

“So…you’re not going to send me to one of those white coats for experimentation or something?” The man inquires cautiously, making you balk in shock.

“What.” You struggle to get out.

“That’s what we learnt during our studies anyway!” The angel’s cheeks tint a rosy pink, making him seem all the more adorable, “They say that’s why we’re not supposed to talk to humans like this.”

“No way!” You laugh, finally, unable to hold it back, but you smile at the sight of his confused eyes, “But honestly, you’re really cute, CF!”

“Also.” He deadpans, cuteness evaporated, “Don’t call me that. Ever.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow playfully, “What am I supposed to call you, then?”

“Taeyong.” He says firmly, making you part your mouth in surprise, “Yeah, I actually have a real name.”

“Wow.” You struggle to get the word out, before you give into temptation, ruffling his fluffy, soft locks of cotton candy hair, “You’re like…out of this world.”

You giggle at that, making him pout at you, and you think that his sharp looks are just that.

“Is everyone in heaven this hot, or is it just you?”

You freeze after you say that, willing the earth to swallow you whole. WHY DID YOU SAY THAT? WHY ARE YOU SO DUMB?

“Hot?” His eyebrows quirk, and you sigh in relief—of course he doesn’t understand, thank God, “I’ve heard we have higher body temperatures than most humans, yes.”

“Yeah.” You laugh nervously, making him frown in confusion, and you quickly pull him up by the hands, “Does it make you uncomfortable to pull your wings in?”

“Not usually, but…” He shrugs uncomfortably, “They kind of hurt and—”

“Go ahead and pull them out.” You assure, before rushing to add, “In the living room, of course.”

He looks at you, surprise coloring his eyes, “Really?”

“Yeah.” With an assuring smile, you tug him out, brandishing your hand, “Go ahead!”

“I’ll have to take my shirt off first.” He says shyly, and your eyes widen as you squeak, turning around embarrassedly, “Thanks, but uh, if I need to keep my wings out, I can’t actually keep the shirt on…”

“Oh, right.” You turn back, setting your hands on your hips, before brightening, an idea fresh in your mind, “Want me to cut out some holes for you?”

He stares at you, perturbed, but pulls off the shirt in one smooth motion, making you screech silently at the sight of his well-toned stomach. Shaky hands grasp the shirt tightly, but your eyes don’t stray until he clears his throat and, with an awkward laugh, you head to the kitchen to find some scissors.

  You only realize you’re well and truly screwed, of course, when you forget to go to work in the evening. 

It ends up becoming routine, for you. Waking up in the morning, making some tea for Taeyong—always Earl Grey—and a cup of either tea or coffee for yourself, depending on your mood. After which, of course, breakfast preparations would start. Taeyong would pad into the kitchen, giving a tiny kittenish yawn, rubbing at his eyes with his dumb sweater paws—making you regret buying the stuff he asked for—and making your heart do a weird little flutter it should definitely not be doing.

He’d also stretch out his wings after that, the fluffy, white feathers fluttering beautifully around him—beautifully, until you realize that you’re going to have to clean them up. The tips of his wings are always mesmerizing, to you, with how unique they are; tipped with a beautiful gold and tinged, at the very ends, with charcoal. You never ask about it, even as he sighs happily, wings coming to envelop his lithe form, as though providing him some sort of comfort.

You can’t hold it back, one day though, so you give into your basic urge and ask him.

“So, why’re your wings like that?” You don’t notice him stiffen, as you sip your coffee, “I mean, I’ve ever only heard of angels being white-winged.”

“Oh. That.” He says shortly, walls instantly up; and, that’s when you notice his evident discomfort.

“Sorry!” You apologize quickly, eyes wide in your hopes of soothing him—you don’t want to push him away—and explaining, “I didn’t realize it would make you uncomfortable.”

“No, I understand.” He forces a smile onto his lips, “It’s only natural to be curious. You’re right, most angels typically have white wings, but royalty,” he gulps, “Royalty usually have gold tips.”

“So, you’re like a prince!” You exclaim loudly in shock, “The prince of heaven!”

“Yeah, basically.” A choked laugh sounds out, but it feels so wrong, and you stiffen, knowing something is wrong, “But they’re black because…because I’m a Felled.”

“A…what?” You stare at him, entirely at loss, “I don’t really get you?”

“A…what do you humans call it, again?” He mutters to himself, before his large eyes widen, turning vibrant with his excitement, “Ah, yes! A Fallen Angel!”

“…You’re a Fallen Angel?” You eye him distrustfully, snorting, “Yeah, nice try.”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Taeyong demands childishly, crossing his arms and levelling you with a glare, “What would you expect?”

“There are only two types of Fallen Angels, okay?” You start, defiantly, “They’re either devilishly handsome demons on earth meant to lead humans astray, or beings of pure light and innocence that are here to provide miracles.”

You glance over him derisively, “And from what I see, you’re neither one.”

“What?” He chokes out again, only in with honest mirth this time, “Th-Those are the only two options? Oh my god. Literally.”

He tacks on the last word a little sadly, good mood evaporating quickly, and you hesitate to ask:

“What…do you mean?”

“Fallen Angels are condemned to Earth for a stipulated amount of time.” He says sadly, “The thing is, we don’t know how long we’re meant to be here. We don’t know why we’re here. Usually, we just observe what’s happening to report to God, eventually.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah.” He grows even smaller then, “It really up to Them to let us back in.”

“So, it’s not a permanent thing, huh?” You try to take it positively, though your heart hurts at the thought of not seeing him one day.

“Yeah.” He agrees solemnly, adding, “I can’t even observe anything, since I know I’ll probably get lost in the city, considering how out of date I am…”

“I can help!” You stupidly volunteer, and he looks so honestly happy that any misgivings you’ve had are entirely banished from your mind.

“Really!” He takes your hands in his excitement, and you realize how startlingly warm—almost feverish—they are against your skin, “Thank you, Y/N!”

“No problem.” You smile, letting out a startled laugh when a black kitten gives you the equivalent of a hug, “And I thought we talked about transforming all the time?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” The cat abruptly turns back into Taeyong again, “I’m going to need all the energy I have, today!”

“T-Today?” You say hesitantly, but Taeyong’s too wrapped up in elation, running to the bedroom to don ‘appropriate clothes’; you eventually give in, smiling as you head to your own room to get changed, “Alright.”

It’s a sunny day, so when you drag Taeyong outside, he’s hesitant.

“Weren’t you all pumped up for this before?” You ask incredulously, “You literally said you were excited.”

“Yeah, but um…” He scratches uncomfortably at the exposed skin of his arm, “The heat is uncomfortable.”

“Oh,” You say in surprise, “Doesn’t it ever get hot, y’know, back at home?”

“No.” Taeyong’s eyes turn wistful, even as he obligingly takes your hand to cross the road, “It’s never too hot, and never too cold. There’s no sun or moon, but there’s a beautiful stretch of blue instead. It’s perfect.”

“Wow.” You listen engagedly, “That sounds cool. But you know what’s better?”

“What?” The interest in his tone is evident, and you smirk.

“I’ll show you later today.” You give him a wink, making his ears turn red, much to your delight, “But first, we’re going to get some ice cream.”

“Ice cream? What’s that?”

You freeze in horror, staring at him while his eyes frantically lock on your own, evidently believing something to be wrong.

“It’s the greatest gift God could ever give us, of course! After the internet, and air conditioning and other things, too.”

“…What’s an…inter-net?”

  Taeyong ends up really, really liking ice cream, promptly demanding some more—a request to which you oblige, just for one day. You decide to laze around in the park, for a while, to stare at the sky above.

Taeyong, however, chooses to observe the happenings on the ground.

“Hey!” He pokes you, making you glare at him; at the sight of your displeasure, though, he visibly recoils, and you sigh, forcing a smile onto your face.

“What is it?”

“Well…” He tries to discreetly point out a couple strolling through the park, hand in hand, while another couple sit on the bench, fingers intertwined, “Why do they all hold hands? Is it a custom for humans?”

“I held your hand, didn’t I?” At his nod, you add, “Basically, when someone really cares about someone else—like a lover or not—they sometimes show it by holding hands.”

“Oh.” Taeyong’s quiet for a moment, and you’re afraid you’ve confused him, but he looks up, sharp jaw locked determinedly, “Alright, then.”

And when warm fingers brush against your own once, before threading through them, your eyes widen.

“I care about you too.” He smiles brightly at you, making a blush fight its way onto your cheeks; the smile immediately melts off his face, and he fusses, “Oh, are you getting sick? Do we need some healing potions? Do you know where to get them?”

“No!” You squeak embarrassedly, making Taeyong stop his rushed hysteria, “I’m fine Tae. Thanks for worrying.”

“Tae?”

“It’s just.” You blush again, “A nickname. People who care about each other call each other by shortened names.”

“Oh, thanks!” He says cheerfully, “But why are you turning pink again…?”

“Because…” You draw out, before unwillingly admitting, “I like it when you show me that you care.”

“You look really pretty when you’re pink.” He notes, and that sets off another flush of heat headed for your cheeks, as you groan embarrassedly.

Taeyong looks delighted.

   As the day progresses, he tries to find as many ways as he can to make you blush—or, as he puts it, ‘turn pink’—and you don’t know how to feel. On one hand, this is a perfectly hot dude who’s totally acting like he’s into you. On the downside, he’s not human, and he probably can’t stay on Earth forever.

As you head home, later in the evening, Taeyong sighs.

“Today was…” He struggles for a moment, before turning to you, conflicted, “What do you humans call jucundus?”

“Um…” You ponder thoughtfully, “You liked it? So…fun, maybe? Enjoyable?”

“Hm…fun.” Taeyong tests the word, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips and bad Y/N, no taking advantage of unsuspecting people, even if they look like textbook models, “I like it.”

“Yeah?” You quirk a brow, smiling playfully to distract yourself from your thoughts, “We can do this for as long as you’re here!”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t look nearly as enthusiastic as before, and you frown, deciding to keep it to yourself for now, “By the way, you said you’d show me something...?”

“Patience, young grasshopper!” You chide, smirking.

“But I’m not a grasshopper?” His confusion is real, and even as he crosses his arms huffily as you laugh, he smiles, “You earthborn have such strange phrases.”

The two of you make quick work of dinner, making some pasta together— “no, Taeyong, you cannot touch the stove yet!”—before watching some TV. By then, it’s nightfall, and Taeyong’s tiredly rubbing at his eyes.

“C’mon, let’s go.” You hold out your hand, a habit now, and he takes it without a second thought, even though his eyes are expressive in their confusion, “I need to show you the thing.”

“Okay.” He’s quiet as you lead him into the elevator and you know why: he hates closed spaces. Which is why you immediately wrap and arm around his waist, hoping to comfort him. When his eyes widen, though, you don’t notice, entirely wrapped up in what you’re about to show him.”

“Close your eyes.” You instruct, once you reach the highest floor, “No peeking.”

You know that there’s no point in the warning anyway: Taeyong’s one of the most honest and trustworthy people you know…and you’ve only known him for a week now.

You kick the door open as you guide him out, onto the roof. Taeyong shivers as the chilliness of the air hits him, and you quickly lead him to the edge, where there’s a slab of stone big enough for two.

“Can I open my eyes now?” He asks hopefully, and you shake your head, before realizing he can’t see you,

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’, “Just wait for a bit.”

You quickly untie the jacket around your waist, slinging it over Taeyong’s prickly flesh instead, rubbing at his arms in an effort to smoothen out the goosebumps.

“Feel less cold now?” You clarify and, at his nod, sit down next to him, already gazing up, “Then, look up, and open your eyes, Tae.”

You know the exact moment that he does, because an awed gasp leaves his lips, and his hand finds your own: warm even through the cold. And you can’t even point out the guy, because it’s an impressive sight, even to you; the night hands overhead, midnight black in its sheen, dotted with a litany of twinkling lights—stars of all shapes and sizes—all providing support to the radiant moon.

The moon which, when you turn to your right, illuminates the sharp profile of Taeyong’s jaw, falling over his milky skin and making him look more ethereal, if it’s possible. It should be unfair for anyone to look this handsome, you decide, biting your lip.

“This is beautiful.” He turns to look at you, smile blinding, and he only looks more dazzling like that, eyes soft, “I’ve never gotten to see this before.”

“See?” You swallow away the dryness in your throat, producing a confident smile, “I always keep my promises.”

“I can see that.” He chuckles, “You’re a wonderful human, Y/N L/N.”

“Oh.” An embarrassed blush tears into your cheeks, making him laugh softly, “Stop! It’s not that funny!”

“You look really pretty like that, though!” Taeyong insists, and it serves to make you turn a deeper red, “And…and what’s the word? Cute?”

“Stop it.” You give him a half-hearted shove, before giving into temptation and leaning into his warmth, “D’you…do you really like it?”

“Of course I do.” He assures, even as he relaxes into your hold, “I don’t lie, you know that.”

“I do.” You give a soft smile, and his eyes reflect the stars as he looks down at you, equally softly, reaching to your side to tuck a loose lock of hair behind your ear and—

 “Congratulations!”

You and Taeyong both startle—you more than he, obviously—at the sight of a winged man perched innocently at the edge of the roof. He too, looks too good to be true, with warm, kind eyes, and a tiny mouth quirked up.

“Jaehyun.” Taeyong breathes out in greeting, and the blonde waves at him.

What’s happening?

“You’ve realized your purpose, so you can come back now.” Jaehyun elaborates, before grinning softly, “Back home.”

“Home.” Taeyong says, disbelievingly, like he can’t believe it’s true.

Oh.

You turn to him, laying a hand on his arm.

“You should go home.” You encourage, even though it hurts, even though it’s hard, “I’m sure everyone’s waiting for you.”

“I…yeah.” Taeyong looks unsure, before his warm hands cup your face and your eyes widen as he closes in.

Is he going to…?

His lips land squarely on your forehead, brushing tenderly against the skin and, somehow, that hurts more.

“I’ll come back to see you.” He promises, and you nod, despite knowing it’s not going to happen. He’s the literal Prince of Heaven, for God’s sake, he can’t come back.

But you nod, and smile.

Nod.

Smile.

Watch.

Watch as he turns his back on you, and clasps the shoulder of the blonde angel; Jaehyun, who smiles at you in grave understanding.

And he disappears.

A couple of months later, you’re busy as ever, trying your hardest to bake some cakes because you tend to get very, very hungry during the winter, when the bell rings. You sigh in annoyance, heading over to the door.

“Coming!” You call, before opening the door—no peephole, unfortunately—and barely holding back a smile.

In a willow basket, nestled comfortably in lavender bedding, lies a tiny black kitten, with bright green eyes and a splash of pink on its paw.

Written By: Wrecked Midnight T_T

f***ing tae and his stupid f***ing hair