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The Shade's Journal (Starman Omnibus 2)

(While taking pictures of the journal pages, I found out that my phone has the ability to extract text from photos, so I decided to post these in text form for those who might have trouble with reading the photos. Enjoy!)

From the Shade's Journal…

The problem with immortality is the memories.

Prolonged life means more events, which in turn means more recollections at a later date. And I have lived my life to the fullest. And there are so, so, so many events to recall.

Today there was nothing much occurring that I felt warranted inclusion in my journals. David Knight patrols the nighttime streets, and the city is Opal City. For this reason, with my book open on a blank white page, and my pen in my fingers, I feel compelled to write of the other times. Times past.

I remember London. Visiting it for the final time. Visiting Oscar too, at his Tite Street home. This was long before his fall from grace, thankfully. We ate a fine cream tea that afternoon, and I think this was not the first for Oscar, as his waistline was more than beginning to show. Not that it really mattered to me, I merely pause now to reflect.

Our time together was a delight. I sat and listened, mainly. Oscar's night before had been one of a fine port and rakishness, so he was slow to start with his wit. But, of course, he started eventually. And I listened and laughed as Oscar commented on "this" public figure or "that" bit of scandal. Indeed, that week there'd been a salacious new tale about Catherine Walters. "Skittles," as she was known, was one of London's more famous "grand horizon-tales." There had been talk of her and W.G. Grace, the famous cricket player. Oscar made a remark about "Dr. Grace getting a sticky wicket" that had me doubled over with laughter.

I'd just begin to realize, then, that perhaps, just perhaps, I was no longer going to age. This fact had crept up on me. It was with shock I realized that the week prior I'd turned sixty and yet still looked to be in my late thirties. And that day was when it really sank in. Oscar was beginning to show those signs of a misspent life that should have been mine also. Seeing the signs of wear and tear in my friend made me sad. And a little ashamed. Guilty.

Yes, looking back, perhaps that was why I never saw Oscar again. It was 1891, years after we'd last met in Opal City during his American tour. And years before his troubles with Queensbury and all the dreadfulness that followed. Poor Oscar, perhaps I should have been there for him in '95. But like many other friends, I was nowhere to be found.

Anyway, Oscar's evening was to be spent with Lord Alfred whom he'd recently met. Oscar was charmingly firm in telling me that I was not invited to accompany them.

And so we were alone that night, London and I.

My mood and the wind both had a sharp sting to them, and one or the other bid me to venture forth to Tiger Bay; down by the Thames where the air was foul and all good folk know never to go. But I am not, nor ever was, a good man. And so I went.

The opium dens and drinking clubs were full, with sailors, and doxies and Orientals. You could hear any language in the work. You could see and color skin too. London has always been a melting pot and on this night in Tiger Bay, the fire beneath that pot was burning fierce.

I walked into a deserted courtyard, on my way from one street to another, and there stumbled on a most singular occurrence; a large brown bear being clubbed to death by its owner. The beast was close to the end, from the many repeated blows his owner had given it with a sharp studded mallet. I inquired what terrible thing the beast had done, that it should be treated so, and the man replied that the bear was too old to perform anymore. The bear had been a street dancer and on weekends in Pitney Market and other parts, had made this fellow much coin. But now old, the bear was costing the owner more to feed than the animal brought in, and so the man had resolved to kill the beast and sell its flesh to the slaughterhouses.

Something about the scenario struck me as ludicrous. The man was small and weak and yet had somehow overcome this huge animal and with no regard or affection was now ending its existence merely for aging. I think my guilt over Oscar's aging might still have been affecting me. Perhaps.

Whatever. I killed the man.

The reason I'd gone to Tiger Bay was that this had been where I was born. "I" being the Shade, of course. I had even then ceased to think of my "human" existence, before my transformation, as living. I suppose by returning to my roots, I'd thought to gain some inner peace. To this day the horror I witnessed during my creation and the countless deaths that occurred then still haunt me. Back in 1891, they were vivid and terrible, and I'd have done all and anything to end them.

But going back never allows one to go forward. That's a myth fashioned by poets. And I am no poet. All I got from my journey was sadness — the kind that grabs and clings and threatens to drag you down to the shadows of a dark place where even I, who know much of dark places, am fearful to go.

It was as I turned back towards the city that I saw her, the final nail in the coffin that was my waning affection for London. The Victoria Match Factory employed over a thousand girls and women. The work consisted of tipping match sticks into phosphorus, which, after prolonged contact, caused the bones of the workers doing this to decay. The sight of beggar girls without jaws or fingers was a common one. "Phos girls," as they were known. And it was now that one such poor wretch approached me. The lack of a jaw prevented her from speaking, and instead she mewed plaintively, like a kitten. I had seen such girls before. I had seen them. And I had thought my heart hardened by it, that sight, and everything else.

Yet that night a tear fell from my cheek.

I gave the girl a guinea. More money than she'd ever seen, to be sure.

And I turned and walked from her and from London and from England. Never to return. Opal City had been my residence then, a place where I lived and went forth, visiting London and Paris and Gotham City. But from that moment on, the Opal truly became my home. My place in the world.

★★★★★★

It's been an hour since I wrote those last words. In that time, much has happened. I've enjoyed a rather good French wine; this, the perfect complement to my dinner of beef and oyster pie. Also, some lucky citizen of Opal City won seven million dollars in the lottery. And finally...David Knight, this city's current champion, has been less than lucky.

David Knight was murdered twenty minutes gone.

The reports are still vague, definite answers few, but it does indeed appear that David Knight has died. There's nothing I can do about it, of course. Until I know more, it would be unwise of me to attempt anything. And of course, there's the distinct possibility that I won't want to attempt anything, anyway. So for now, I listen to the news reports, and I think, and of course, in my present mood...

...I remember.

Few recall the Starman of the 1950s, but I do. He flew the night skies over Opal for a year and a week, and then died a brave death. Brave and foolish. Ted Knight was still intent on his research. He'd just developed the prototype Cosmic Rod, and I think his mind was wrapped up in furthering that work. He was recovering physically too, from injuries sustained in Washington. Indeed, thinking about it, he looked the worse from that for quite some time. And then he married also; and women will ever be the death of men's endeavors, so who can blame Knight for his time away from the cape and costume.

I've many theories on the identity of the champion who arose to take Ted's place in those days when the Starman of lore wasn't there for his city. Alas, the ultimate answer to that question is still one that eludes me. Perhaps Knight knows. Perhaps one day I'll get the opportunity to ask him. However, it was evident that the 1950s Starman had different powers and a different costume and bore no real relationship to the one before or any since. A riddle, surely. A puzzle. Some love such twisted passageways, but I detest them.

I'll know the truth, the whole truth, one day. I will.

But for now I content myself merely to remember.

He's no Brian Savage. That's for sure.

It is November 20th, 1939, and Opal City has begun to take an unpleasant turn. Crime appears to be on the increase: petty theft, murder — the full catalogue. It has been my observation that the mood of the country, and the actions that mood dictates, both tend to veer down a new path with a new decade. It appears my city has the jump on that, if that is the case, for after the relatively placid '30s, this new time we enter seems overly predatory by even the most offhand of comparisons.

And worse, we see the advent of the "superbeing." A few. But I have the distinct fear that these few are the beginnings of a larger trend. Another example of 1940 trickling in early. The man of sleep, the man of the hour, the man of speed, and the man of green have already made their presence known, the last two only in recent weeks. There are a few others, also. There's a shiny one and one who glides on the wind, too, I think. And of course not everyone lucky enough to be gifted with powers has an altruistic soul. There are villains, too. Super-powered criminals. I suppose with my thefts and my transgressions I might even be seen as one by society, although I fail to agree with that perception and think little of society's stifled mores to begin with.

Anyway, the point is that I'd hoped Opal might avoid the empowered champion. I fear that such a figure in the city might spur villainy rather than deter it. At least that is a feeling that crumbles within me.

Nevertheless such a hero has appeared. Starman, he calls himself. And a more fumbling, bumbling fool I've yet to witness.

He's been successful in his first few forays, true, but with a need for such luck and with a lack of any skill, grace or foresight that I would find truly comedic...in a darkly French kind of way...if it were not my city that he's chosen to romp around in. He has a rod, which he holds in his hand. It glows bright. It fires rays. He can fly with its aid, too, from the look of things. I'll leave the symbolic significance of this weapon to men like the late Dr. Freud. All I know is that with such a weapon, a man might be the country's greatest champion. Starman, however, seems lucky to hold his own in encounters with the pettiest of petty criminals.

Even making allowances for this fellow's inexperience, surely, oh surely he could do better than he has. Surely. So far no one has lost his life cavorting about in costumes and righting wrongs as they do, but I fear this man of the stars in his green and red will be the first. Indeed I fear that greatly. I know I said I wanted no super-hero in Opal City, true. But now a hero has elected to come forward. If he feels one tenth what I feel for this place, then I am loath to see him dead for that love.

We shall see. We shall see if Starman is champion…

...or chowder.

★★★★★★

The fire burned for 37 hours. So fierce was the blaze that it took a full hour until the firemen could get close enough to seriously even begin to fight it. There was a beauty to the blaze. A stunning beauty, especially as dusk fell and the pyre flared merrily on. Had it been any other place, I would have adjourned to a nearby café or bar close to the spectacle, ordered wine and perhaps some finger foods, and then watched the events and enjoyed the aesthetic of the flame for many happy hours.

But this wasn't any other town; it was mine.

It's October 13th, and my opinion may have changed somewhat in the time since I last pondered the merits of Opal's champion.

Since then he's grown. I feel I'm perhaps a short while away from discovering the man's real identity, but for now that knowledge proves yet elusive. Still, the fellow doesn't even wear a mask, for heaven's sake, so how hard could it really be? It's been time that's impeded me more than anything.

I've been away for a month or two. There were trinkets and riches I felt were wasted in the vaults and museums they were in, and much better used and loved in my possession, or in the hands of those private and wealthy who'd pay me for the acquisition of same. And then there is The Flash. Don't even let me start on The Flash and his city.

I've hated the idle rich. My betters...the upper class of England. One of the things I left my country of birth for was to escape the snobbery and stupidity of the so-called upper class. And I've long felt their obsession with chasing a poor scared fox, until the point when their hounds can tear the creature apart, to be flawless as the epitome of barbarism.

With The Flash, however, I perhaps begin to see the thrill of a blood sport. I don't know what it is. I'm drawn to him...to the thrill of the joust with this silly speeding character.

But here in Opal, things had grown...grim in those months. And they'd be grimmer still if not for Starman. Sure enough, within three months of Starman's stellar debut, villainy of extraordinary nature came to the city also. One such character is The Mist. The man is not new to me, or to the headlines. I think I recall him fighting Sandman many years prior and with powers of a far more rudimentary nature. The Mist and the Starman have fought three times now, each battle more violent and desperate than the last; yet Starman has managed to persevere and to ultimately emerge the winner each of those times. I'm piecing together that Starman must be a man of science, too, for twice he foiled The Mist through his knowledge of such secrets...beating The Mist each time, I think, as much to the villain's astonishment as to mine.

And then there's Johnny Sorrow, who attempted to take control of this metropolis lock and stock. The battles waged by hero and villain combine into something of an epic. Each of Sorrow's apparent defeats was actually a piece of a master plan where the end-mate would have resulted in the far greater victory. In fact, I'm envious that I failed to dream up such a scheme myself — though perhaps that says something about my character, and the lack there of anything truly malignant.

The new Gladstone Towers, the biggest, brightest building to grace the Opal skyline, was being opened this week. Every city dignitary was there, plus Carole Lombard, the Ritz Brothers, and Benny Goodman, who's all been flown in for the event.

All Johnny Sorrow's defeats were unveiled as steps to his ultimate victory at the point in the evening when Sorrow's minions attacked the proceedings. Whether the burning of the Gladstone was intended or not is a mystery that Sorrow's demise means will remain unsolved. But burn the place he did, and I said before, the sight of it was truly breathtaking.

There were many inside the building at the time, and as the first waves of fire swept over everything, these unfortunates seemed doomed. The city officials I could not have cared less about. The Ritz Brothers were chimpanzees in suits as far as I'm concerned. And Benny Goodman is Benny Goodman. However, I do enjoy the talents of Miss Lombard, and so would have been loath to learn that she had perished in such a terrible manner.

Yet fire is not my friend, nor that of the creatures I create from the shadows, so I was powerless to do anything but sit there and await the bad news.

The explosions began as dusk became night, fierce percussions that the firefighters feared were the beginning of the building falling in on itself.

Then it became obvious that these blasts were being fired by something from within the structure, outward — to what end, no one knew. Some feared it another part of Sorrow's scheme. I knew better than to even try guessing.

The wall to the east finally fragmented outward, and through this chasm, running fast and scared from the flame that fell around them, those trapped inside the building all escaped with their lives.

It was Lombard, actually, who choked an answer through the soot and ash in her lungs, when asked how their escape happened.

"Starman," she said, before fainting away, though where the champion was remained a mystery as he failed to emerge with the others.

Another hour passed. The building now did begin collapsing. The structure groaned and then cried out in pain at what was happening to it. Huge angry barks emanated from within — a dog, bellowing his dissent at the flames that consumed him, or so it sounded to my ears.

And then the building fell.

But as the falling happened, something else did also. Something else.

There was another explosive blast, fired upward at an angle from one of the central tower's upper floors. And as the Gladstone toppled down…

So Starman arose. He flew up out of the fire, truly this time seeming like the gaudy god that many heroes try so desperately to appear as. And at that moment, as Starman appeared and rose out from the flames, he made it seem effortless.

No one ever saw him enter this mêlée. But everyone saw him leave.

If any had doubts as to the veracity of Opal City's Champion up to that moment, those doubts now faded.

In everyone but me.

Something was still missing, something Brian Savage had that this new hero lacks. I think I know, too. Starman is a hero without question, but I feel perhaps he'd be just as effective in Midway or Ivy Town or anywhere. Savage loved this city. He wanted it safe and well and spent his time here trying to bring about that safety and well-being and maintain it. As he died, Savage said that he'd return one day. Perhaps he will. Perhaps Opal City will one day know such a champion.

And Starman is still a hero. That shouldn't be forgotten, I suppose. He's brave. He's powerful. He's what this city wants at the moment, if not what it needs. And he's here.

As I wrote in an earlier entry, he's no Brian Savage.

But he'll do until something better comes along.

There is a dreary sigh to the light that hangs over Opal this evening.

I know not why this is, or if indeed what I write is the truth. Perhaps it is merely my mood that makes the night appear thus. I looked out of my window, earlier today, and found a blue bird lying dead upon the ledge there. At first, it seemed to be sleeping; its body still in that gentle soft way that babies and small things can have in slumber. And then a moment more, and the body is still for too long and suddenly a pallor falls upon it in the eyes of the beholder. And the thing is dead and obviously so, and there's nothing God or the maddest of science can do about it.

I used to hate animals. The only good that an animal could do when I was alive was to die so it could be eaten. Cows, hedgehogs, sheep, horses, and chickens were fine things when placed upon the plate, but when walking around they were something stinking to be avoided. Even feared. Dogs, inedible and foul, especially, were beasts to be shunned. Cats were less bothersome to me but equally detestable. I remember learning in my history books of the great Cat Massacre in Paris, an event that predated the French Revolution by some ten years. I recall suggesting to Charles that he should mention this in Cities, and that together we might encourage the people to duplicate that carnage on the felines in London of our time.

I don't know when I changed. Am I evil? I question this assumption made by the Boy Scout Barrys and Jays that I am. They have no sense of the world in its vast array of shades (excuse the pun). To them, anyone who didn't act as a white American of the 1940s and '50s acted was against that society and so must be evil. They decided I was evil when I began my thefts. First Garrick and then Barry much later. I was never that sure of my own fiendishness, but I said to myself...to Barry and Jay…

"All right, if you say I am, then I am. I'll be the Indian to your cowboy. Whatever you want."

Though I recall one encounter I had with another hero, the Tarantula, Jonathan Law. He was writing a book on us of the superpowers, and with his guard lowered and an olive branch extended high, he bade me meet him and talk.

We talked.

Jonathan Law was an obsessed fellow. His color was bad. His girlfriend had left him, I believe. He was letting himself go. Something to that end, and it seemed his book was all that maintained his sanity then.

We talked.

And it was he who waxed on about amorality. I was...am neither good nor bad. I am merely above it. Beyond the mortal laws. That sounds smug. Perhaps it sounds like an excuse. I'm sure half the maniacs and rogues captured say they are above the law.

Does my immortality make me better than those mortals, long dead, whose tenets we as a society abide by? I raise the question now as Jonathan Law did then. Rhetorically, I'm not sure I know the answer. And I'm not sure I should dwell on the matter too long or in too much depth either. Be as I am. Live as I live. And if I ever meet God a second time, let my judgment be what it is also.

Now, as an undying being, I have caused the deaths of many men. Have I guilt of this? No. Never. Some of them — most I'd dare say — were evil and deserved their fates. Some didn't. Some were innocents. Night watchmen. Police. A baker of erotic gateaux. An archaeologist who tried to beat me to a pharaoh's treasure in 1905. And of course there was my murder of Louis B. Mayer, suppressed by Hollywood and the Los Angeles Police, but long overdue, nonetheless. Revenge, finally, for what he did to my old and good friend John Gilbert.

At any rate, I have killed, and not once felt a flicker of remorse. Yet I have not killed an animal in a century. When I was mortal I hated them, but something about me now, how I have changed from the pious, simple soul of my mortality to the creature I am today, has had an inverse effect on my feelings for those who go upon four legs. There are faiths in the East that claim all beasts are lower than man because they turn their backs on God. Having met God once already, I would dispute that.

Furthermore, the animal I once hated most, I now love more than any other. Dogs. I believe...truly believe...that dogs are God's way of telling us that he...she...it...does indeed exist.

For although something as flawed as evolution could create something equally flawed as mankind, only a higher power could conceive something as pure and perfect as a dog.

There is a myth of old that when man and beast were first upon this world, they were as one. Then it became apparent that man was not as other animals, and the beasts turned against him. A line was drawn, and all the animals of the world stood on one side, with man on the other.

"You are different from us and can never be with us," the king of the animals said. "You can never be as we are. And no animal will side with you, for if it does, it will be forever cast from the other beasts and its lot shall be the lot of man. He must stay with man and be man's friend and never truly be ally to his fellow animals again."

There was silence among the beasts as the weight of this decree came to rest upon them. A fate such as this would be fearful, not one that any beast would dare bring upon itself. The silence continued for a moment more; then one animal stepped forward and crossed the line to stand with man — and has, since that day, been at man's side.

It was the dog; and no one who has ever known a dog's love will tell you that the myth did not happen once long ago.

I would have a dog myself, but they live so short a time, and my existence is eternal. The thought of having that purity of friendship for such a whisper of time is too dark even for me. Even for me. Kipling once wrote something along the lines that to have a dog is to know that one day you will cry. One day your friend will be gone and you will be left with a void. I couldn't bear such a void. I can't remember what it is like to weep, and I'm loath to find out at so late a stage in the game.

No, let others have the love and the tears. And I will adore dogs from afar. And woe to anyone I see harm one. I have used the shadow wraiths to inflict pain so prolonged and inspired and agonizingly savage that the inquisitors of olden Spain would blanch and gasp and envy my art. Yet whatever pain I have inflicted will be as feather pillows compared to what I'll do to those I see harming a dog.

And this brings me back to the bluebird on the window sill. It wasn't a dog, but it was a dead animal, and it saddened me in some way that I have yet to fully comprehend.

And so the day seems drawn and tired as it wanes to a lackluster nighttime.

Anyway, Jack, if you've read this and feel perhaps that it's a meandering trail to nowhere, then I agree wholeheartedly. But I didn't say that my journals would be a litany of amazing incidents, did I? Musings are musings, some thoughts grandiose and others not.

Here!

...If you want an event to note, I shall relate the time I undertook and investigation for Howard Hughes. It began in Hollywood in 1943. I'd recently returned from London where I fought the good fight with Captain X, a young American flier. Back in Opal I was immediately confronted by five of Hughes' men, who attempted to abduct me. Unfortunately they were as bad at explaining their actions as I was good at making an immediate and utterly erroneous decision. Three of them died as a result before a fourth poor maimed fellow could explain that Hughes simply had need of me and that he meant no harm. In fact he'd pay me well for my time and trouble, and it was this that bade me go with them to the smog and palm trees and Pacific waves.

Apparently it had begun for Hughes when a griffin (yes, the mythical beast) had exploded into his office and attempted to devour him. A stenographer Hughes was enjoying the favors of ended up being the meal instead that afternoon; nevertheless the incident was unsettling enough that even someone as singular as Hughes was a tad rattled by it.

A few days later another attempt was made on Hughes. This time a gigantic white rabbit leaped at Hughes's plane as he attempted a test flight. Hughes managed to veer away and miss the beast, but not before noting that the monstrous animal had an equally gigantic watch secured around its neck by a chain.

Curiousier and curiousier, I hear you say.

Indeed I said the same thing many times myself, as I began my investigation. When I would witness a gun battle between Mickey Cohen and a Mad Hatter, and I would protect Ava Gardner from two psychopathic twin brothers…

★★★★★★

"Why the long face, Mr. Black?"

It was Spencer Kilne who said this, as I passed him on that winter's morn. We were on Dart Street, a narrow alley that would be brazen and bold to dare even call itself an avenue. Yet at some point in the past, perhaps a drunken Christmas party in the city planner's office, some clever fellow had decided Dart Street was a street. And there you are. There I was, anyway. It was 1941.

"Long face? I wasn't sure I had one," I replied, with a flutter of fingertips around my chin. "At least in terms of my expression. If you're referring to the shape of my face, well, I have little control over such matters."

I smiled then, though I didn't care a great deal for Kilne. His breath had an odor. An odd odor is the only way I can describe it. Like no food I can think of. Indeed, like no aroma I have ever encountered. This smell was nonetheless unpleasant to be near to. Especially on narrow little Dart Street. Especially before my morning coffee in the Parisian lanes that were my destination. But like a cuckold or someone with bad barbering, those with odorous breath are usually the last to know it. Spencer had me and he had no intention that this should be a glancing exchange.

"You look troubled was all I meant," Spencer said, unfortunately drawing closer as he spoke.

"I'm not long back to the city. I'm intent on making friends with it again. My thoughts were deep ones." I had him there, for Spencer Kilne and deep thoughts were strangers.

"But you have money." He said this as if having money somehow absolved people from thinking — though that had certainly been the case for Kilne, whose family fortune made him one of the names foremost on Opal City's social register.

His family and I had a few ongoing business dealings, which had of late been turned over to young Mr. Kilne as an attempt by his parents to give the idiot something with which to bide his time. Up until this day his finest achievement had been the "nudge plunge" with Mimzi Gadston — she, the idiot seed from another of Opal's finest folds.

The pair of them had leapt into the waters of Seven Colors at the annual regatta ball hosted by the Chumleys (another wealthy Opal family). And wearing nothing but a single champagne bottle between them, which the dauntless duo intended to open and drink when in the water, they did indeed strike a bold statement for fashion. The onlookers had cheered, despite the pasty ashen pallor and droop of both Spencer's belly and Mimzi's buttocks.

"Oh, how madcap are they," the spectators had cried. "What sports." "Crazy kids." "It has to be in all the papers, haha."

Indeed it was, though not just within the fawning society pages. For the dauntless ones had failed to take into account a number of factors. Firstly, that it was autumn, and Seven Colors's nighttime waters were close to freezing. Secondly, that the area where the regatta was held was known for its riptides. Thirdly, that Mimzi could possibly have done a passable doggy-paddle at the municipal baths, but she was certainly far from giving Esther Williams cause for concern. And lastly, that a champagne bottle is a heavy weight which a flailing Spencer managed to knock himself silly with, as he tried to keep Mimzi above the waves.

The river police were called, and all seemed to sort itself out — apart from Mimzi's dalliance with one of the constables, this coming to light weeks later and prompting the much enamored Oatsie Van Kleete, yet another rich young thing, to climb to the top of the Chandler Building, with a revolver and some brandy, and attempt to blow his brains out. He missed, of course. But the poor dear did complain of a ringing sound in his right ear for weeks afterward.

Anyway, Spencer stood before me now, intent on passing the time, even though with my shifting feet and offhandedness, I tried to make it clear I had no such aspiration.

"I know a way to cheer you up," he said, apparently not having heard, or having already forgotten, that I said I wasn't in the least unhappy. "Cards."

"Cards?" I replied.

"A little rummy."

"No, not this early. I have a coffee house I visit at this time. By now my special blend is no doubt simmering away and the store's owner is wondering where I am."

Have you ever had those times when you wish words were cheap beads on a broken bracelet, so as they fell, you had at least a slim chance of snatching them back to you? With words, once spoken they're said, and the only thing left was the sinking feeling in my stomach as Spencer's eyes lit up. Apparently I had said a word he understood.

"Coffee?"

"Yes."

"Coffee, coffee, coffee." Spencer said this over and over as if memorizing it to repeat at a later date. "We shall coffee together, you and I, Mr. Black. It is a cold time of year and we two shall coffee until our cheeks and our hearts are rosy."

It was greed at that moment that saved Spencer's life, for as I said I did business through him, with his family's financial establishment. Spencer's idiocy in this arena meant that I made far more now from the proceedings than I had ever done when his father, a far more serious-minded chap, had been my jousting partner in commerce; otherwise, I fear to imagine what might have occurred. Murder is murder, I agree. But damn it, coffee is coffee, and in my court, ruining a good cup of it with idle chatter should be punishable by death. Am I wrong? Am I overly hard? Perhaps.

But today, Spencer would be spared, despite the fact that Dart Street was deserted. I sighed and began to move with him towards the poor unsuspecting François and his glorious beans when…

...I heard the voice of the man I would learn to call Sam Mild.

"We've been looking for you, Black. You're coming with us."

Spencer and I turned toward Mild's voice and were confronted by the sight of five men. All were smartly suited, yet none were handsome...except perhaps Mild himself, who had the rugged quality some women find appealing. They all had shined shoes. They all wore fedoras, in shades ranging from dark gray to dark brown. And they all had revolvers. Shiny ones. New ones.

I arched an eyebrow as I beheld them. Spencer made a noise like a small child being told he's going to be locked in a dark cellar.

"And who might you be?" I asked calmly.

"Never mind that. Get in the car," Mild said, jerking his head to the street behind him, where indeed a sixth man stood at the end of Dart by the open door of a polished black Ford.

It was then that Spencer fell to his knees, his face now having the long expression. "Don't hurt us! Kidnappers! Murderers! I have money! Don't kill us!"

I'd be lying if I didn't admit to finding Kilne's overt cowardice somewhat disgusting. Mild, too, looked down at one of Opal's finest sons with a sneer.

"We don't want you. Shut your yap."

Another of Mild's men stepped forward, dragging Kilne to his feet, gave him a savage blow. How low was the blow, you might ask? As low a blow as you can get.

I wanted to laugh. Kilne's face went from red to blue to green in so short a space of time. His lips were pursed like he had a belch so savory, he was attempting to retain it. His eyes watered immediately. Finally, he murmured a strained, high-pitched buzz. I have encountered men of all races. I have encountered demons. I have encountered mythical beasts that mankind no longer thinks exists, but never have I heard anything make the noise that Spencer did, on that winter's morn in Dart Street. He sank to the ground and the same fellow who punched him then coshed Spencer once, knocking him senseless.

The five suits then advanced on me. I smiled as I sometimes do at times like this. And the shadow things came.

Two of the men were lifted aloft by my dark helpers. One was torn apart and the other beheaded.

Mild, lithe and quick, eluded one wraith, diving low and rolling to the side.

"Don't waste bullets. Shooting them's useless," he yelled while dodging a second wraith, but in the process hitting his arm hard on a wall. I heard a snap.

I then heard a louder snap as another of Mild's men, hoisted high, had his back broken before being thrown aside.

Mild had finally been snared, by this point, and was being carried high. Despite this, his voice remained calm. "We're not out to hurt you, Black. We need your help. My employer needs your help."

With a flick of my hand, the wraiths vanished. Mild fell to the ground. The last of the five suits, whom a shadow thing had been throttling, collapsed too, holding his throat as he gulped down air.

"Well, why didn't you say so?" I said, advancing to Mild and helping him to his feet.

He told me his name, wincing slightly, as he nursed a broken left forearm.

"Well, Mr. Mild, I fear you have yet to learn that a little civility can go a long way," I responded. "Now, what is this about? Who is your employer? Why does he need me? And for that matter, how do you know so much about me that you knew your bullets would be useless against my shadow wraiths?"

"I'm paid a lot by my boss. I get them by doing my homework." Mild walked over to the man whom my wraiths had broken the back of. Crouching slightly, Mild placed the gun to the man's temple. The man groaned and closed his eyes.

"Sorry, Eddie," Mild whispered as he pulled back his gun's hammer. "You know how we do things."

"Yeah, I know," the wounded fellow whispered back. "See you, Sam."

Mild shot him.

He then turned away, with a coolness that impressed even me. It was as if he'd just gotten the mail, or swept a cobweb from the corners of his kitchen.

"Rules. The boss likes things done just so. Anyway, what were you asking? Oh yeah, there was this guy in St. Paul. Hubert Mason. A nutbox character. He had the crazy notion about you and the new breed of super-heroes and villains that's beginning to appear around the country. Flash and Human Bomb and Mr. Terrific. You know? Mason thought you were all a sign that the devil is taking hold of America. He thought you were all Satan's agents."

"Mr. Mason could be right," I said with a smile.

"Yeah, from the look of what you just did, he might indeed. But that's none of my business. My business was the information Mason had compiled on you. All of you. He intended to travel from state to state killing the lot of you. He'd killed a hero called the Clock already, when I caught up with him. His next target was to have been the Whip."

I smiled again. Mild did too. We broke out laughing together. "Yeah," Mild continued, "I guess he believed in starting small and working his way up to the big guys. Anyway, his true talent was information gathering. Don't ask me how he found out everything he did about you, but he knew a lot. That was how I learned bullets would be useless against your shadow demons. That was how I knew nothing can beat them."

"And where's this Mason chap now?"

"He fell asleep with a lit cigarette. Burned to death." Mild smiled again, wincing as he did, from the broken arm. "'Course he didn't smoke until I made him."

"And your employer?"

"He's a big cheese in Hollywood. His life's in danger. Attacks. Supernatural creatures. Bizarre craziness. He needs you to sort it out. He'll pay well."

"Pay? Mild, do you realize that had you taken the trouble of a few words of explanation like this, I might have spared your men's lives."

Mild shrugged. "My boss is Howard Hughes."

"Howard Hughes, indeed. Hmmm. Well, I've never been to Hollywood, and I've always wanted to."

Mild nodded to his one surviving aide. "Dan, get the boys' wallets. We don't want them identified."

"What about the stuffed shirt?" Dan asked this, walking over to Spencer and nudging him with his toe.

Mild looked at me. His expression was sheepish. "Mr. Hughes doesn't want any witnesses."

Now it was my turn to shrug. "And I assume Mr. Hughes usually gets what he wants," I said, trying to look upset by this development.

Mild and I walked away, leaving Dan to kneel, gun drawn, by the fallen Spencer Kilne. We were already in the Ford as Dan's gunshot sounded. He came running out of Dart Street, a moment later, some of Spencer's blood wet on his pants leg, and hopped into the car.

"Is it warm in Los Angeles at this time of year?" I asked.

"Warmer than here," Mild replied.

"Good," I said, settling back. "Then I shall enjoy the weather if nothing else."

TO BE CONTINUED...

(These are the images I used if you're interested)

#richard swift #the shade #dc comics #starman #james robinson #*journals

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rubykgrant · 2 years ago

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Hocus Pocus 2 chall soon be upon us... so I might as well share the characters from my own Hocus Pocus sequel story I came up with a few years ago~

I’ve posted the original line-work picture, with some bits about the plot, before... but now here is a color-edit I made in MS Paint, plus a few more details!

The story I thought of; taking place some time about 15-20 years after the original story, the original Sanderson house has fallen apart, but a special wing in the local museum has been dedicated to the folklore and history of the Sanderson Sisters, and many of the artifacts have been moved there... including the Book. On the 1st of October, a group of kids visiting the museum are looking at a digital display in front of the case the book resides in. Previously, the book’s pages were scanned, so you can look through the digital copies of the pages (which turn interactively with a touch-screen) without damaging the book. One kid excitedly takes a few pictures with their phone of something from the book, and the group leaves...

Later that night, the kids from the museum and a few more friends are gathered at the former location of the Sanderson house, planning on performing a “seance to summon witches”. One girl in particular is complaining that the others aren’t taking this seriously, critiquing some of their outfits for not being “goth enough” (when somebody asks why this kid is in charge, they argue “I’ve watched The Craft 167 times! I know what I’m talking about!”). Some of the kids leave, irritated... only 3 kids are left. The look at the picture on the phone, hold hands, and attempt to recite the spell. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, strange mist begins the area, the wind violently kicks-up, and wicked laughter is heard!

The results of this event are left unknown for now... a few weeks go by, and Halloween is approaching. Dani and her daughter Emily are decorating their home, and are joined by Emily’s cousins Billy and Jimmy. Their parents, Max and Allison, actually got married on Halloween (because it was in fact the holiday that brought them together), and are out of town for a honeymoon. Their kids are staying with Aunt Dani while they’re out of town. Billy is planning on taking his younger brother and cousin around for trick-or-treating later, while Dani will hand out candy at home. The family goes into town to get some more supplies, and to see the Halloween Carnival being set-up (a fair in the middle of town, with stages for performances, some rides, game booths, food stalls, and lots of fun Halloween activities).

While in town, Dani notices that there are still flyers up for 3 girls who went missing at the start of the month, and she reminds her kids to be careful when they go out. Also in town, 3 “new” teenage girls are going about their own day. One of them is having fun flirting and getting attention from a few boys, another is enjoying herself trying free treat samples and cuts in line at a playground for the swing-set (ignoring the complaints of the little kids), while the third visits a book shop... she asks about the museum in town, and is told it will be closed early today to avoid kids causing a ruckus in the “witch wing” (as it gets trashed every year). Dani passes by each girl periodically, and has an odd sense of deja vu, but can’t place why.

In the early evening, the kids get ready to leave. Dani drives them into town to drop them off at the carnival, telling them she’ll be back to pick them up here in 3 hours... and she finally notices the 3 strange teenage girls, who are all together, standing by a stage. She also recognizes them, and they know who she is too. One of the girls asks if she and her sisters can sing a song on the microphones, and and organizes laughs, saying sure. As they begin to sing, Dani tells her kids to cover their ears! These 3 girls are in fact the resurrected Sanderson Sisters, somehow restored to their youth! They have been living in Salem for weeks, pretending to be regular kids and actually enjoying themselves... but now they need to get serious. As they sing, they cast a spell on all who can hear them to simply “have a fun night, and act like everything is normal”. As Dani rushes to the car with her kids, they are joined by somebody else; Tia, a classmate of Jimmy, heard Dani yell to cover their ears, and did the same. She doesn’t know what is happening, but she can tell something is wrong. Dani and the rest of the kids fill her in (they’ve all known about the situation their parents lived through for years). Tia accepts the explanation of witches back from the dead, and wants to help stop them.

Dani and the kids drive to the museum, trying to find a door or window unlocked... when it seems like there’s no way in, Dani gets ready to smash a window with a rock, but Emily suddenly discovers one of the doors has opened for here... even though it previously refused to budge for anybody else. The group rushes in side, and then hears the front doors flying open. The Sanderson Sisters used up a lot of the magical energy that made them appear young to cast the spell on the town, and as they walk through the halls of the museum, the reflection of their faces begin to age in the glass. They find a display case with their dresses and robes, and take them into a restroom to change into their signature looks. Before they are noticed, Dani sneaks the kids over to get the Book before Winnie finds it. The group escapes, and outside in the car they can hear the frustrated scream of Winnie when she sees her book is gone.

Dani hopes to drive the kids back to her house and set up some defenses, but the Sanderson Sisters chase after them on brooms taken from the museum. Dani is forced to turn down a dirt road as Winnie knocks down power poles on the street. The car gets stuck in a ditch, and as the group tries to get out of the car, Billy finds that his seatbelt is stuck. As Jimmy digs for a pocket knife to cut the fabric, Emily tries to pull the belt clip, and it finally clicks open. The group runs from the car and into the woods, heading back to Dani’s house from by taking a short-cut. In the woods, the Sanderson Sisters land to follow after them (unable to see through the thick tree cover). As they all move forward, out of the woods and onto Dani’s street, the sisters begin looking for them in the crowd of trick-or-treaters. While Winnie tries to keep her sisters focused, Sarah and Mary wind up getting distracted seeing people they’ve gotten to know while they were living “normal” lives (Sarah comforts a girl who just got dumped, saying whatever boy hurt her feelings isn’t worth it. Mary sees some kids from the playground getting their candy stolen by bigger kids, so she frightens them to steal it back. the little kids each give her a candy as thanks).

Finally back at her house, Dani tries to make it safe against the Sanderson Sisters. Outside, Mary has finally located the correct house, and Winnie calls out for the book. It wakes up, and begins floating out an open window, when Emily yells “Stop!”... the book actually stops. The Sanderson Sisters can see what happened. Both Winnie and Dani realize that Emily has her own magic, and can potentially be a witch. Rather than fight at the house, where they have a disadvantage, Winnie tells Dani and the kids that she’ll wait for them in town. She might need her spell book to extend the life of herself and her sisters beyond Halloween night, but she’ll be able to destroy the town and hurt innocent people without it. Dani tells the kids she’s going to leave and try to stop them, but orders the kids to stay put. They need to guard the book.

An hour passes, and then another, and another... with no word from Dani, the kids worry about her. They stock up on things that will help them deal with potential evil magic, and leave the house to go find out if Dani is alright. Most of the town has gathered at the Halloween carnival, with the Sanderson Sisters enchanting the area to create a more dangerous version of rides and booths. The kids work their way through each obstacle, dealing with decorations that have been brought to life and various traps set by the Sanderson Sisters. At last, Emily finds her mother being held captive on the ferris wheel. Emily distracts Winnie by taunting her with the book while the other kids find the controls for the wheel and free Dani. In a rage, Winnie lets loose a violent surge of magic that causes many things to break and catch fire. Because of the earlier spell, the people in town don’t notice the destruction and continue to act like everything is fine... Sarah and Mary are having second thoughts about killing all the children, or even simply letting them die by accident. Mary hands Sarah a broom, and Sarah rises into the air, singing her song. She calls all the children away from the carnival and out of danger.

Winnie is even MORE angry, feeling betrayed by her sisters... she knows one spell that won’t require the book, which will also give her what she wants; the death of Dani, and her little brat. Speaking in rhyme, Winnie creates a curse; a creature from her shadow gives chase after Dani and the kids. Sarah and Mary seem very worried, asking Winnie why she would “do that again”... running into the cemetery, the witches are unable to follow, by the thing made of shadows can. It is specifically after Dani and Emily. On their brooms in the air, Winnie declares that the curse is one their mother uses, centuries ago... when the Sanderson Sisters were truly young, the town they lived in demanded that the mother and her daughters work spells for them to give them what they wanted. When it became impossible to cast certain spells, the townsfolk were going to kill the girls one by one until their mother cooperated. Their mother used a powerful curse, causing her shadow to become a dangerous creature that would kill anybody who threatened her children. The shadow will only exist until the sun rises, which is also how long the Sanderson Sisters have left if they can’t steal anymore lives.

Mary and Sarah try to convince Winnie that it is finally time to stop; as much as she bullies them, they know that just like their mother, she is protective of her sisters, and they’ve all wanted the chance to continue living their lives. However, they can’t just keep on doing this over and over again. Winnie, who has become even more frail from using up the last of her magic, mocks them for going soft... and explains that even if she wanted to, she can’t stop the curse. Her own magic is too weak, and it won’t obey anybody else. Her sisters decide that, if nothing else, they can at least hold the curse off. The three land in the cemetery, between the shadow and Emily, who has become separated from the others. Even as they turn to stone, they clasp hands, and sing. Their voices makes a barrier that pushes back the shadow... Emily isn’t sure WHY they’ve changed their minds, but as she watches them defend her, the book suddenly opens and flips it’s pages, revealing a spell to Emily. She stands directly behind the Sanderson Sisters, reciting the spell, her voice combining with theirs. She discovers her own magic, and as the sun rises, three things happen; the shadow burns away in the light, the book becomes blank, and the Sanderson Sisters are not turned to dust. Instead, they remain statues.

Dani finally finds her child, and the rest of the kids all gather around Emily for a group hug. Before the people in town recover from the spell, Emily uses her magic to repair most of the damage done at the carnival... but she forgets to fix the museum. Two security guards are walking through town, demanding to who stole a book on display, and Dani stands up to them when they yell at her kids (these two are in fact grown-up “Ice” and Jay. they would totally just get jobs that allowed them to become bigger bullies and get away with it). Emily then uses her magic to return the spell book as if it had never left (and even though it is blank inside, the virtual pages still exist, so nobody will ever know). Elsewhere, in a old folks retirement home, 3 teenage girls stumble out the front doors; these are the girls from the beginning. The Sanderson Sisters did not kill them, but simply stole most of their youth, turning the teenagers into old ladies, who have been stuck at the retirement home for weeks. As the bossy girl tries to blame her friends for what happened (because they clearly didn’t listen to her), the other two finally just ignore her.

At Dani’s house, Tia calls her parents to let them know she’s alright, and the group has breakfast together. Dani listens as Emily tells her about making her OWN spell book using a journal with blank pages; it will be filled with good magic. Dani lets Emily know that she trusts her. Emily’s cousins and Tia are eager to help with the new spell book as well. As Dani watches the kids sit outside, talking about all these magical possibilities, she notices how the sunlight shines through the leaves... Dani can just barely see another shape there, faint and transparent (the guardian angel of Binx, who will also keep Dani’s daughter safe. After all, Dani named her after Binx’s little sister)

The End~

(I hope it was clear, this wasn’t really supposed to be a “redemption” story for the Sanderson Sisters, but more like... Sarah and Mary discovering they care a little bit about other people, and Winnie finally just giving up on trying to live forever by killing other people. they certainly aren’t “good guys” by the end of the story, but they decide to stop being evil. they had their fun, even came back from the dead a couple of times, so they’re satisfied with resting at last. if Sarah and Mary needed to learn to care about other people, then Winnie’s “character growth” came from finally listening to her sisters. also, Emily gets to be a GOOD WITCH! heck yeah, this kid gets magical powers! kind of a Matilda ending~)

Some info about the kids-

Emily is basically a shonen protagonist, but not. She has all that good stuff like power of friendship, determination, and a little bit of a rebel. Her older cousins have always been close with her since she was born, treating her more like a baby sister. They both decided a long time ago to always play the games she chose and do what she wanted to do, and over the years this made her the leader (she doesn’t let it go to her head).

Jimmy is a bit of a dare-devil, and this has resulted in him breaking a few bones over the years (and he even got in a pretty bad accident at one point). Rather than make him timid, this made him think more about how to live life with both adventure AND safety; he’s always got a mini first-aid kit for anybody who needs it. Jimmy will look before he leaps, but he’s still gonna leap.

Billy is a bit more soft-spoken than his brother and cousin. Most people are automatically friends with him because of how calm and comforting he is. In school he drives a few teachers crazy with his chill attitude (he never lets a couple of Fs bother him), and any kid who wants to pick on him winds up annoyed because he doesn’t have any buttons to push. He’s also pretty musically gifted and usually sings random songs throughout the day.

Tia is a very pretty and smart girl, and lots of kids at school think she’s just plain cool; Tia doesn’t have a specific social group, she likes to hang out with pretty much everybody. She also has a lot of interests from art, to video games, to cooking, to motorcycles (she’s even got her own dirtbike and quad). She’s got an ironic sense of humor (sarcastic without being mean), and is very good at making people laugh

#halloween #hocus pocus #spooky

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years ago

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Unexpected Kisses

Pairing: BNHA boys x reader

Warnings: Talks about anxiety for a bit in Tamaki’s part

Request: Hi!! Uhm,, I kinda,,, don't talk to users on this app so idk where to send requests AHAJSHSJHS but I do know that you write BNHA stuff so,,,, if it's not too much, maybe Tamaki, Midoriya, Denki and Kirishima (separate) reacting to their s/o's suddenly scattering their face with kisses and complimenting them out of the blue?? you don't have to do all of them tho :''D thank you!! <33

A/N:

I don’t have much to say about this one, other than sending thanks to @aahilovetheatre for sharing such a cute request with me! Sorry I’m slow about getting these out, but I am working at my request list the best that I can.

Characters: Midoriya, Kirishima, Kaminari, Amajiki

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Midoriya:

● You know, he really was just minding his own business

● Izuku sat at his desk, taking notes from a textbook like he did every Thursday evening. You were laying on his bed, reading a book for class. Every minute or so, the silence of the room would be broken by the scratching of a pencil or the turn of a page

● At some point, you started getting a little bored with your reading. The words on the page began to feel less and less comprehensible as your mind started to wander elsewhere

● Your boyfriend cleared his throat, and your fickle attention snapped to him

● He was so absorbed in his work, it was cute. The way his eyebrows furrowed as he scanned over the page; and how he tapped the worn down All Might eraser at the end of his pencil against his lips. His lips . . . his cheeks . . . . Yep, you were getting an idea

● Sliding a post-it note into your book to mark your progress, you set it down and stood up. Izuku, of course, didn't notice, still deep in concentration

● You came up behind him, glancing at the paper from over his shoulder

● He finally turned and straightened, meeting your eyes with his own forest green. "Hey, (Y/N), what's up?"

● You took the opportunity to slide down into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I needed a break for a moment."

● "O-oh." Izuku's voice had taken on a higher pitch, cheeks flushing with warmth and color at your sudden proximity

● He dropped his pencil and wrapped his arms around your waist, beginning to relax into your hold

● It was then that you put your hands on either side of his face and started pressing kisses all over him, leaving no area of skin untouched by your lips

● You could feel the way his cheeks began to burn a bright red under your fingers, nervously giggling at the ticklish sensation of your breath and skin against his

● Once you were finally satisfied, you sat back, simply gazing at his face lovingly for a moment

● "What was that for?" he asked. “I—I mean, it’s not that I didn’t enjoy it—” You wondered if it was your own heart or his that you felt beating so rapidly

● "I just . . . needed you,” you cut in. “You're so cute when you study." You relaxed your grip on his cheeks, sliding back in to plant yet another kiss on his forehead. "You work so hard . . . ." You began to graze your lips slowly over to his temple, before pressing them back to his skin in a syrupy sweet moment

● You proceeded to praise him, whispering how strong he was, and how proud you were to have him as your boyfriend, and how attractive you found him. After every other sentence, you left another kiss on his face, whether it was his cheek, forehead, or nose. You even made a silent game out of trying to see how many of his freckles you could kiss

● By the end of it, Izuku looked almost like he was about to cry. He'd loved every minute of it and had hung onto your every word. Even so, he still couldn't help but wonder what brought all this on

● "(Y/N), what's—why would you—?"

● You poked at his nose gently. "Because I love you."

● He wrapped his own arms tighter around you, crushing you closer into his chest for a hug. "I love you too, (Y/N). So much."

● You rubbed his back while he stroked your hair for a moment, just letting yourselves hold each other

● "Do you have work you need to do?" you finally asked. "Sorry, I interrupted you."

● "No no, that's okay. We can stay like this for a little bit longer."

● You hummed, nuzzling further into the crook of his neck

● No doubt about it, Izuku's head was already spinning with schemes to surprise you and get you back. It was only a matter of when

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Kirishima:

● Kirishima was just hanging out on the couch, casually scrolling through various feeds on his phone

● That is, until you came in the room, intent on sneaking up behind him

● You went up behind the couch as softly as you could, before suddenly wrapping your arms around his neck from behind

● He jumped, startled for a moment, until he realized it was you

● "Hey, there," he said, rolling his head back so he was looking upside down at you

● You giggled and kissed his forehead. "Hi."

● "Come 'ere." He patted the empty cushion next to him

● Without needing to be told twice, you circled around to the other side of the couch, settling onto his lap

● "So, how have you been—mmph—"

● You'd cut him off with a kiss to his lips; one he quickly grinned and melted into

● "Woah, okay," he breathed when you let him go. "Is there something going on?"

● "Hmm, no," you admitted, reaching up to boop his nose. "I just love you. Feel like showing it."

● "Okay, then. I can get behind that." He put your foreheads together and nuzzled his nose against yours. "How are you going to do that?"

● "By telling you how amazing you are," you said, leaning in to kiss his forehead again

● His blush nearly tripled. "O-oh. I—"

● "Like, how you're so strong and manly," you whispered, lips grazing the skin of his cheek. "And you've worked so hard to get where you are now. You're brave, and I'm so proud to say that you're my boyfriend."

● Your words went on as you languidly pressed kisses against his skin. After a few minutes, you’d worked him up so much, a tear or two spilled from his eyes, and you kissed those away as well

● "I love you," you whispered again, dipping to give him a full kiss on the lips

● When you leaned back, he simply gazed up at you in awe. He was a man in love, and it was as though you were some sort of deity or angel sent from the skies above

● "I—um, I don't really know what to say," he said, giving a weak chuckle and wiping at his eye. "Wow, uh, I wasn't expecting that."

● "Did you enjoy it?" you asked, pulling yourself into his chest a little more

● "Yeah! I'm just—not very used to it is all." He trailed off, glancing to the floor as his thoughts began to take flight on their own

● "You'd better get used to it," you said, tilting his chin so he could look at you again. "And I meant everything I said. If you try to deny it, then I'm going to say it again. But this time I won't be so nice."

● "Oh, really?" Eijirou asked, a smirk drawing a corner of his mouth up. "And what would that look like?"

● "Well, I guess I'd have to tickle you," you said, shrugging as if it were an unavoidable fact. Because it was. "And I wouldn't stop until you admit that what I'm saying is the truth."

● "Hmm, I'll keep that in mind then." He suddenly pushed you back a little from his chest so you were facing him again. "But I think a little payback's in order. Say, Pebble," he leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on your nose, "you're looking pretty cute today."

● It was a long time before either of you moved from the couch

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Kaminari:

● Denki was just laying on his bed, alone in his room, reading

● This particular part of his book wasn't particularly interesting, and he was considering leaving it to come back to some other time

● Nevertheless, his eyes lingered on the page, skimming through sentences that did nothing to capture his attention. Maybe it would be easier for him to pick back up if he left on a better note

● You had other plans, though

● The silence in his room was broken when you flung his door open, running in without scarcely bothering to swing it all the way shut again behind you

● Kaminari barely had time to lower his book when you came barreling into his lap, throwing your arms around him in a mighty hug

● "Oof—(Y/N)-chan! What's going on?"

● "You're getting a vibe check."

● You adjusted yourself just enough so you would both be comfortable before peppering his face with kisses, rapidly moving over every key point

● "Ah—what?!" Denki started giggling at your actions, and soon enough you were unable to fight back the smile and laughs that were freely expressed by your own lips

● "Denki! If I'm laughing like this, then I can't kiss you!"

● "Then what if I kiss you?"

● He pecked the tip of your nose, making you giggle again as you eased in closer to his face. "No. It's my turn. I love you and I need you right now."

● "(Y/N), we just saw each other an hour ago."

● "Too long," you pouted, going back to planting kisses on his cheeks, although this time you were slower and more deliberate. "I want to make sure that you know how much you're loved. By me."

● Kaminari's cheeks flushed a bit. "Really? O-okay."

● You busied your hands by rubbing at his back and shoulders, your lips whispering praises into his ear

● "I love spending time with you," you said. "I love your jokes, and hearing your laugh always brightens up my day."

● Each sentence had him burning up, and the slow kisses you'd leave between sentences did nothing to help. Any minute now, he felt like he could short circuit

● When you finally leaned back, Denki stared at you, wide-eyed. "Where did that come from?"

● "I just felt like it." You shrugged

● "Wow, I—I think I need a minute."

● He glanced off to the side, touching at one of the countless places you'd kissed him. "You're so cute, babe," he muttered, grinning into his hand

● "Yeah?" you giggled

● "Of course." Denki wrapped his arms around you again so you were flush against his chest. "And you know what else?"

● "What?"

● "I'd say it's cuddle time." He pulled you down so you were lying on top of him, then rolled to his side so you were still facing each other. "And it's also my turn. I'm not going to be the only one who's getting compliments today."

● And with that, he held you; generously peppering your face with kisses as he professed everything he loved about you

● It was a wonderful end to his afternoon

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Amajiki:

● Tamaki was alone in his room. He had turned the lights off and sat down in his bed. His head rested in his hands as he tried to stop the shaking, but it was almost as if there was nothing he could do

● He'd just had an awful day and his mind wouldn't stop going back to everything that had gone wrong

● First he'd had to do a presentation, which he could have sworn he was ready for. But fate—or at least, his anxiety—had other plans

● It was as if he was watching himself from outside of his body; watching as his own throat closed up and he lost the capability to speak. Watched as he stumbled over his own thoughts as his tongue betrayed him. He spat out an incomprehensible string of "um"s, and spoke too fast, and his thoughts wouldn't connect with one another

● And then, directly after that, he'd been unable to find either you nor Mirio. You both must have been busy with your own work, but seeing you was something that Tamaki always looked forward to. He could make it through any kind of day as long as one of you spoke your kind words to him, or showed him your sun-bright smiles

● But he'd been deprived of that, forced to retreat to his dorm room to sulk alone

● His mind focused on the memory of his words, replaying them over and over again

● It was so much, he almost didn't hear the knock at his door

● "Tamaki? Are you in there?" He immediately recognized your voice

● "Yeah," he called back glumly. He was glad he would finally get to see you, but now he wasn't sure what it would take to get him out of such thoughts

● You let yourself in, quietly shutting his door before making your way over to his bed. "Are you doing okay?" you asked him. "I've barely seen you at all today. How'd your presentation go?"

● "Awful," he responded. "I locked up again. Everyone was staring at me and I was under so much pressure." He paused and sighed, putting his face in his hand again

● "Hey, it's going to be okay," you said, putting a hand on his back. "I'm sure your teacher understands. And you're a really good student and hero."

● "Hm," he responded, not looking at you

● "You don't believe me?" you asked, reaching up to caress his cheek. "It's true."

● He still made no move to respond, merely sighing and leaning into your touch

● "Is it okay if I hold you?" you asked. "Would that help at all?"

● You knew it could be a little risky being too forward with touching Tamaki. It was always best to ask first

● He finally met your eyes, nodding. You both moved around on the bed until you were comfortably seated in his lap, thighs wrapped around his hips

● You held onto each other in a close hug, and soon your hands were rubbing little circles on Tamaki's back. You began to whisper things to him, telling him everything would be alright

● "Hey, hey. It's just you and me now, no one else. It's okay."

● Finally his shoulders began to settle from their tense, hunched position

● You nuzzled your nose against his ear before giving his cheekbone a small peck

● "Feeling better?" you asked

● "Yeah, a little," he admitted, his face still buried in your shoulder. "Thanks for this."

● "Of course."

● You pulled back so you could face him, unable to stop yourself from placing a kiss directly on the tip of his nose

● You grinned at how his face scrunched up a bit, so you repeated the action. Soon enough, you were leaving little kisses all over his face, and the boy beneath you even let out a few chuckles at the sensation

● "I love you," you said, watching as his pre-existing blush only deepened

● "I love you too," he said. "You always know how to make me feel better."

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Taglist: @basicaegyo @iiminibattlehero @katsugay @nabo39 @pyrofanatic @sendhelpimstupid @sokkasangel @xoxopam4

#midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya imagine #midoriya imagine #deku imagine #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #reader insert #request fulfilled #sugar fics

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mage-ellie · 4 years ago

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Akechi x Reader: Soulmate AU- Mirror Reflection Part 2

AN: I wasn't sure if I wanted to do a second part at first, but when I woke up today and reread my writing, I realized just how sad and angsty it was, so here's part two hfaskjfhdk. He deserves love ;; Fluff fluff fluff fluff fluffl fufflf ulfulfulfu ulffflf fulllfu flluff

Part 1: Click me!

Original post: Click me!

Prompt suggestion page: Click me!

As you entered Shujin, your egg shaped Principal came bouncing down the stairs, eyes searching the first floor for who knows what. Although, you quickly learned what he was looking for when his eyes landed on you. Without any hesitation, he trotted up to you with a bright smile on his face.

"Good morning L/N-san. As you know, the second years will be going on a field trip to a TV station today. Sadly, one of the second year homeroom teachers fell ill and won't be making it today, so we're short one chaperone. Would you perhaps be interested in attending in her place?" He asked you, not bothering to hide how desperate he was for your answer. His eyes were twitching and his smile looked visibly strained.

"Oh. Uh. Sure." You said, confused on why he asked you and not the student council president.

"Fantastic! Please, head to room 2-D where you'll meet up with Kawakami-san. Thank you." He chirped, then turned and wobbled away. You just stared at him as the information just given to you sunk into your mind. You wouldn't be complaining though. You were pretty sure that your math teacher had a pop quiz planned for today, so you were happy to skip it.

Once the bell rang you headed towards the classroom you were told to go to, and joined the second year students on their field trip.

As you walked through the halls of the TV station along with Ms. Kawakami, your stomach was doing summersaults. You couldn't figure out exactly what was making you so nervous, but something about the excited buzz in the air was making butterflies flutter in your stomach. You thought that it might just be because you forgot to eat breakfast this morning, or because you had to deal with a bunch of rambunctious teenagers.

Finally, you were able to take a seat in the audience of a popular talk show while they were on break along with some of the other Shujin students. You were situated in the second row, squished in between two girls. After the co-hosts chatted a bit, they both stood up and looked at the audience.

"Mr. Akechi's coming on!" The male host said, making your heart stop. You nearly choked on your saliva as you stared at the man who had announced that your one and only soulmate was going to be joining them. The loud screaming of his fangirls rang in your ears as he walked onto the stage and sat on the other couch. You could hear them wondering if he had a soulmate yet, and if his soulmate was someone in the audience. They weren't wrong about the second part. He did have a soulmate, and you were sitting right in front of him.

The detectives eyes swept across the audience for a moment, then went back to looking at the hosts. You weren't sure if he had seen you or not. If he had, he was doing an incredible job of hiding any emotions he was feeling.

The hosts started the show and talked with Goro about the Phantom Thieves. You weren't really paying attention, the sound of your heart beating in your ears was drowning out most of the conversations. Of course, the topic soon flipped to his soulmate, earning excited squeals from the audience.

"Please tell us Akechi-kun. Have you met your soulmate yet?" The male host asked, causing the audience to go completely silent as they waited with baited breath for his response.

"Sadly, I have not, but I'm sure she's out there somewhere." He hummed, smiling bashfully at the camera. His mildly vague answer only left you more confused about whether he had seen you or not. You wondered why he didn't explicitly say that he's already seen you in his mirror.

"Who knows!" Chirped the female host. "Perhaps she's in this audience right now." She finished, making the girls around you squeal. You had to cover your ears, fearing that your eardrums would start to bleed if you didn't.

Once the show came to an end, most of the audience stayed behind in an attempt to talk to the amazing detective. You weren't really sure what to do with yourself. On one hand, you wanted to stay and attempt to talk to him as well, but on the other, you wanted to talk to him in private.

After doing some quick thinking, you decided to head to the restrooms and try to talk to him later. He wouldn't be leaving the building immediately, right?

You wandered through the winding halls for way too long before you finally found the restrooms. This place was a maze, and you were worried that you'd be lost in it forever. When you had finished, you washed your face quickly, then left the room, only to hear a couple of voices chatting just down the hall, which made relief run through your veins. You'd be able to ask for directions.

As you came around the corner, you found a certain popular young man talking with the male co-host. His back was turned to you, keeping him from seeing you. The co-host was the first one to notice you.

"Hello there. Are you lost?" He asked you, but you couldn't bring yourself to respond. Your heart was racing and it felt like your mouth had gone dry. Goro turned his head to look at who the man was talking to, only to freeze. His eyes widened and he sucked in a quick breath as shock visibly colored his face. Neither of you spoke as you gazed into each others eyes.

Finally, your mind began working again.

"Hi Goro." You said gently, giving him a soft, shaky smile. Your voice trembled and tears quickly sprung to your eyes as the realization that you actually got to meet your soulmate sunk into your mind.

The co-host seemed to be able to read the room because he chuckled quietly, then turned and walked away.

Goro didn't say anything, he just slowly approached you and held his hand out in front of him, just like you did last night. You lifted your hand and pressed it against the junior detectives.

The young mans hand shook as his mind slowly accepted the fact that you were here right now. He carefully entwined his fingers between yours before he quickly turned his head, looking around to make sure that no one saw you, then he pulled you and dragged you down the hallway. Before you could say any more, Goro had pulled you into a janitors closet and locked the door behind you, pinning you against the door between his arms.

He leaned down and rested his head against your left shoulder as he took deep, ragged breaths, like he was trying to keep himself from crying.

You reached up and placed your right hand on the back of his head, threading your fingers through his soft, fluffy hair. Goro's hands dropped to your hips, squeezing your sides with an iron grip.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you." You breathed as you nuzzled your face against his head, unable to hold back your tears any longer. With your other arm, you reached up and wrapped it around his neck as tears began sliding down your cheeks.

Goro leaned his entire weight onto you, forcing you to slide to the ground. He slipped his arms around your body and pulled you close to him, making you straddle his lap as he clung to you with a force you've never felt before.

"I have to admit..." He began, voice lower than you've ever heard it. "I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to meet you." Goro continued, somehow managing to hold you tighter. You could feel him grab handfuls of your Shujin uniform. "I'm happy to finally meet you as well, Y/N." He finished, saying your first name out loud.

Goosebumps erupted on your arms and legs as he said your name. You couldn't stop the whimper that escaped your lips as you curled your body around his, reveling in the warmth you've been dreaming of for years.

You slowly ran your left hand up and down his back, taking note of the subtle shivers that ran down his spine from your touches. Goro just buried his face in your neck and hair, silently taking in the moment.

"Goro?" You sniffled, earning a hum in response. "I love you." You told him, sliding your fingers up his neck and through his chestnut locks. The shiver that wracked his body after you said that was far more powerful than the last few.

"Really?" He asked, now trembling uncontrollably.

"Really." You said, feeling one of the detectives hands move up to in between your shoulder blades.

"I love you too." He croaked, nearly squeezing the breath from your lungs. Tears continued to flow down your cheeks as you both clung to each other like your life depended on it.

After who knows how long you've both been sitting in a closet holding each other, Goro pulled away a bit to look at you. He brought one of his hands up and gently rested it against your cheek, rubbing away the stray tear the fell down your cheek.

You pulled his hand away from your face, earning a confused look from your soulmate before he realized what you were doing. You carefully pulled his glove off his hand, then placed it back on your cheek, leaning into his soft, warm skin.

Goro's lips twitched as you locked your hand around his wrist, not letting him pull away. A breathy chuckle left his lips as you closed your eyes and nuzzled your face into his palm. His thumb gently caressed your cheek bone.

"You came to watch my interview?" He asked out of the blue, making you open your eyes a bit.

"To be completely honest, I only came because one of the homeroom teachers couldn't make it and the Shujin Principal didn't have a backup chaperone. It was a stroke of pure luck." You admitted, giving him a bashful smile. He laughed softly as he leaned in and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"It truly was." He hummed, breath fanning across your lips. He was so close.

"Did you really not see me in the audience?" You asked him, figuring it was your turn to ask a question out of the blue. The hand that was still around your waist held you tighter.

"I saw you, but I couldn't be sure. My mind occasionally plays tricks on me, leaving me to believe that I saw you, when I really didn't." He explained, voice nothing but a whisper.

"Well, I'm here now." You told him, pressing your nose to his.

"You're really here." He murmured, tilting his head a bit, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. You held his wrist tighter as you tilted your head as well, heart pounding in your chest as you closed your eyes.

Slowly, Goro leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, pressing you harder into the door as he pushed himself into you. Your lips melded with his perfectly, just like you hoped they would. You ran your thumb against the back of his hand and grabbed a fist full of his coat as a bright warmth spread through your body. It started at your lips, then moved down your cheeks and neck, swelling for a moment in your chest before it continued its journey down your stomach and legs, then settled at your feet.

You felt lighter than air as his lips began moving against yours, as if he wasn't fully sure what to do. You had no idea what you were doing either, so your first few kisses were sloppy, obvious that you were both nervous and inexperienced. After a bit, you figured out a rhythm that worked. You both sucked on each others lips with each kiss, desperately trying to make up for lost time.

Finally, you had to pull away due to your lungs burning. You sucked in a deep breath, earning a chuckle from the detective.

"Sorry." Goro laughed as you continued to take deep breaths. You just leaned in and pressed your lips against Goro's one more time.

"I love you Goro." You responded, watching as his lips tilted upwards towards his eyes. Your heart always melted when you got to see a genuine smile from him.

"I love you too Y/N." He hummed, making you smile back at him. He pressed one final kiss to your lips before he pulled away completely and helped you stand up. "I don't know about you, but I could go for some lunch right about now." He said as he entwined his fingers with yours.

"Lunch sounds great." You giggled, squeezing his hand before you unlocked the door and walked with the detective out of the building, hand in hand, for everyone to see.

#goro akechi x reader #goro akechi x fem!reader #soulmate #soulmate au #fluff #oneshot #kissing

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heavenlyhaechan · 4 years ago

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A Fateful Delay

Pairing: Jaehyun x Gn!Reader

Genre: friends to strangers to lovers au, fluff,

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: swearing, kissing, lots of dialogue

Rating: PG-13?

Note: Happy birthday nct aquarius boy 5/5! Forewarning I am an amateur tarot reader, so if it’s not entirely accurate *shrugs* Heavily inspired by Jaehyun’s I like me better cover video. (p.s. you’re a real one if you recognize the book quotes.)

Gate 26, gate 26, gate 26, you repeated in your head, not confident that your half awake mind wouldn’t forget. Heathrow airport was still quite empty at this hour, with only a few other stragglers hanging about. 6:00 am wasn’t exactly the most desirable time for a flight after all.

Here it is, you sighed in relief when you saw a crowd still waiting to board the early flight. You looked down to check that you had your boarding pass before looking up and suddenly being transported back to an older time.

“Jaehyun,” you said it without thinking, prompting him to look up from his phone and make eye contact with you. Recognition flashed across his face almost immediately, along with something else you couldn't quite place.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you reached him, setting your backpack down on the bench beside him.

“I’ve been studying here,” he said. “What about you?”

“Just traveling. I’ve been in Europe for,” you paused to count in your head. “A little over two months now.”

“Alone?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

He whistled. “That’s pretty impressive.”

“It’s been an adventure, that’s for sure.”

You lapsed into silence, your mind still reeling with the fact that you had run into Jaehyun here of all places. And as coincidences like this didn’t happen very often, you quickly resigned yourself to the fact that you would probably never see him again.

Except…

“Flight 2491 from London Heathrow to Incheon International Airport has been delayed 18 hours,” a nasally voice announced over the speaker. Groans erupted all around you as they continued. “Boarding will commence at 12:00 am. If you have any questions or wish to board another flight please come to the front desk. Thank you and have a good day.”

Jaehyun sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

“Good thing I checked my bag,” he said as though he was trying to find a glimpse of good in the situation. You nodded emphatically.

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

“You know what I need now?”

“What?”

“Coffee.”

——

Once you’d left the airport the two of you entered the first cafe you could find. Unlike Heathrow, this was it’s busiest time of the day. You looked around as you waited, observing the artwork and the office workers that came and went without a second glace in your direction. They must be used to tourists.

“Does this place have a bookstore?” you asked as you peered past the espresso machines. You repeated your question to the barista when you reached the front of the line, and learned that yes, there was a bookstore just down the hall.

“Lets go,” you said once you’d ordered.

“Now?”

“When else?”

“You go,” he said. “I’ll wait for our coffee.”

——

The bookstore was even quieter than the airport, with not a soul to be seen but your own. You ran your finger along the bookcases as you explored, the rough texture and musty scent of the books making you feel at home. Jaehyun found you sitting on the carpeted floor in the aisle between two bookcases, a stack of hardcovers next to you.

“Watcha doing?” he asked as he handed you your coffee and sat down next to you.

“Let me read you some of my favorite lines,” you said in place of an answer.

“Didn’t we read that in high school?” Jaehyun asked as you picked The Sun Also Rises from the top of the pile.

“Yeah,” you said. “Junior year.”

Eventually you found the page you were looking for and read the line: “I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.”

“Damn,” he sighed.

You nodded. “That’s why I decided to come here. To Europe I mean.”

You picked up the next book.

“Okay here’s another one. ‘Brave doesn’t mean you’re not scared. It means you go on even though you’re scared.’”

“How are you finding these so fast?” Jaehyun asked, dimples appearing on his cheeks as he smiled.

“I’ve probably read them too many times,” you laughed along with him, ripping your eyes away from the ever endearing marks.

A minute later: “We accept the love we think we deserve.”

“Ouch.”

You laughed again, and he forced himself to smile with you.

“Okay last one. ‘That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don’t you believe in true love?’”

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Believe in true love.”

“Yeah, don’t you?”

He sipped his coffee as he considered the question.

“Yes,” he said finally. “I just don’t think I’ll ever find it.”

You were taken aback by that. Jung Jaehyun had always been one of the most desirable people you knew, and from what you could tell the last six years had done nothing but make him even more so. But maybe that wasn’t what mattered.

“Doesn’t it scare you?” Jaehyun interrupted your thoughts.

“What? Love?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean yeah I guess so, but isn’t true love worth the fear?”

Jaehyun smiled again at that, nodding quietly as his gaze moved to focus on the floor between you. You weren’t sure if the nod meant yes, but it brought an end to the conversation anyway.

——

As the morning turned into midday the two of you found yourselves in a quieter part of town. The sky had begun to darken as you walked and it casted a looming shadow over the street, filling you with a strange sense of foreboding.

Soon enough raindrops began to fall, creating dark spots on the concrete beneath your feet. You ducked into the first shop you could find for shelter, not paying any attention to the signs posted outside. Thus you were surprised to see the crystal balls, tarot decks, and palm reading books laid out on the tables inside.

Incense filled the air, and midnight blue and royal purple drapes were hung along the walls, highlighted by shimmering golds and silvers. A woman stood at the counter wearing colors to match. Other than her the store was empty, which didn’t surprise you considering the fact that it was late morning on a Monday in February. Not exactly the height of tourist season.

“Welcome,” the woman said, her voice soft and silvery. “Are you looking for something in particular today?”

“Uh, no,” you looked back at Jaehyun.

“We were just escaping the rain,” he finished for you.

“Well then, perhaps you’d be interested in a reading?”

You felt bad for seeking refuge from the rain but not buying anything, so you agreed. You followed her to the back of the shop with Jaehyun close on your heels. An embroidered curtain was pushed to the side to reveal a small table with a few chairs scattered around it.

“Please take a seat,” she said as she pulled a deck of tarot cards from a drawer in the table. You and Jaehyun sat next to each other on the side closest to the curtain, and she sat across from you.

“So, I want you to think of a question,” she said as she began to shuffle the cards. “It could be about anything really, but please make sure that it’s clear and specific.”

You played with your hands where they rested in your lap, feeling quite put on the spot.

“Take your time,” she smiled at you.

Your mind came up with and then discarded a million questions as the seconds ticked by, but eventually you settled on one.

“Our uh, flight was delayed this morning,” you explained. “Do you, or do the cards think that it was delayed for a reason?”

“Hmm,” she nodded in understanding. First she split the deck in three, then put it back together as a whole in no obvious order, before finally beginning to place the cards on the table.

“Let’s see,” she pondered, looking down at the cards she’d laid out. First she pointed to the world and high priestess cards, both reversed on the table before you.“It looks as though you lack closure, likely because of some feelings that you’ve repressed or kept hidden.” Next she pointed to the hermit and the ace of swords. “But you are searching for the truth, which will soon lead to a breakthrough that will provide you with clarity.”

Now she pointed to the page of wands. “You have been exploring recently, or maybe you still are.” Next to the knight of wands and the knight of cups. “You are fearless right now, and are ready to follow your heart. This will lead to new beginnings,” the fool, “dreams come true,” the ten of cups, “and a unique and deep partnership,” the lovers.

“Taking all of this into consideration, I’d say that yes, it did happen for a reason,” she finished. And although you weren’t one to believe in the superstitious, when she looked up at you with a twinkle in her eye you had a feeling she knew something that you didn’t.

——

Your stomach grumbled as you left the store, which made you realize that you hadn’t actually had a proper meal all day. You hadn’t had time on your way to the airport that morning, and coffee didn’t exactly count as food.

Like he could read your mind Jaehyun pointed out a fish and chips place nearby. It was lunchtime, so the place was bustling. Nevertheless you were quickly escorted to a booth made of dark wood with faux leather seats. It had been placed near a window looking out on the street you had just left behind.

Music played through speakers, battling the rowdy conversation of your fellow diners. Your still complaining stomach prompted you to order without much consideration, confident that you were hungry enough to enjoy whatever you were served.

“Do you believe everything she said back there?” Jaehyun asked as you waited for your food, his nail tracing a crack in the table.

“Yeah?” you phrased it as a question, watching as the group next to you was served. “I mean I wouldn’t usually, but a lot of what she said rang true.”

You lapsed into silence again, and you noticed a newfound awkwardness filling the space between you. An awkwardness that had nothing to do with the time that had passed since you’d last seen each other. You couldn’t stand the feeling, and so no matter how out of character it was for you, you felt that you needed to disrupt it somehow. So you said the thing that had been dancing around in the back of your mind since you’d first laid eyes on Jaehyun that morning.

“I liked you in high school you know.”

“Oh. You did.” He tilted his head, the look in his eyes hard to decipher. It wasn’t a question but you answered anyway.

“Yeah well I mean everyone probably liked you at some point, but,” you bit your tongue, already regretting your words.

“So you liked me because everyone else did?”

“No! I liked you a lot more than everyone else did.”

You only registered the teasing lilt in his voice after you’d finished blurting out the confession, and you felt your whole body go hot as the smile dropped from his face. The pause felt like it lasted for centuries because of your embarrassment.

“Why?” he asked eventually.

“Why what?”

“Did you like me.”

“Um,” you fiddled with your paper napkin to focus your thoughts. You second guessed yourself yet again. Were you really going to spill your guts to him now, here, after all this time?

Fuck it. When else?

“It always seemed to me like you didn’t care what anyone else thought of you, but not in a high and mighty way, you just minded your own business. Everyone either wanted to be you, or be with you in high school, but you didn’t let it affect you. It never got to your head, and you were always equally kind to everyone no matter what.”

Your eyes didn’t leave your hands the entire time you talked. Your fingers shredded your napkin methodically, too embarrassed to even imagine looking him in the eye ever again.

“Plus, you’re not bad to look at,” you said with your last ounce of confidence, before descending back into silence.

Luckily you didn’t need to say anything else, as just then your server arrived with your food. You dug in despite your now roiling nerves, still too scared to look up. If you had, you would have seen the fond look in Jaehyun’s eyes, and the way his dimples couldn’t seem to be tamed.

——

After lunch you walked across the Thames, but were eventually forced to make way for two small children zipping by on their scooters, their faces both full of pure and unadulterated joy. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched them go by, remembering when things had been that simple for you too.

“Do you want kids?”

You don’t know why you’d asked. Maybe it was something about the way his eyes had sparkled when he’d moved for them to pass by, or the small smile that still graced his face almost a minute later.

“Me?” he laughed a little after he said it, knowing full well that he was the only person around for you to ask. “I…yeah.”

You nodded, not particularly inclined to say anything more, but he went on anyway.

“Sometimes I think about like, having a house with a big yard, and a dog, and some kids, and just all the people I love with me,” he trailed off. “I guess it sounds kinda cliche to say it out loud.”

“A little,” you chuckled lightheartedly even as your heart leaped in your chest. “But I know what you mean.”

——

Soon enough you stumbled upon a covered market set up along the river selling everything from clothes, to records, to furniture. You wandered into the clothes section while Jaehyun browsed the rows of records.

Eventually you found a mirror and started trying on the most ridiculous accessories you could find. Jaehyun found you adorned with a lime sunhat, sparkling ruby red glasses, and a fluffy green absinthe scarf.

“Why does that kind of work?” he chuckled as he looked you up and down.

“Complementary colors,” you said simply, trying to ignore the way his eyes surveyed your figure. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were serious. They took you in like you were a statue in a museum, something to treat delicately and with reverence.

“I had an idea,” he said as you began to shed your layers of color and ludicrous.

“What kind of idea?”

“I thought maybe we could pick something from all of this,” he waved his arms around, gesturing to the market around you, “and buy it for each other.”

“Like a secret santa?”

“Kinda, yeah.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Meet back here in say, twenty minutes?”

“Sure.”

You set off in opposite directions, not wanting to spy on each other’s search and spoil your own present. Twenty minutes later you met back up where you’d started, before quickly deciding that you needed to find somewhere to sit while you shared what you’d bought. You chose a loveseat in the middle of the furniture section, it’s surface made of navy blue linen.

“You first,” Jaehyun said once he’d made himself comfortable next to you.

“Okay but fair warning, this is kind of dumb,” you said before pulling a white mug from behind your back. On its surface was painted a singular peach hued letter J.

“I just had to,” you laughed, relief filling you at the look of amusement on his face as he took it in his hands. “You can use it when you get that house you were talking about.”

His smile softened at that, and he looked up at you with a genuine look of gratitude. “I love it. Seriously. Is it weird how much I love it?”

You laughed again, your cheeks aching with delight.

“Okay my turn,” Jaehyun turned serious again as he leaned down to carefully tuck the cup into his bag. When he straightened up he had a record in his hands. Taking it from him you saw that it was the self titled Hozier album from 2014.

“I remembered that it was your favorite album in high school so I uh, yeah,” he trailed of as you looked back up at him, your eyes as big and sparkling as the full moon.

“I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Yeah well, maybe I liked you a little bit in high school too.”

Your stomach dropped at his words and you forced yourself to swallow back your surprise.

“Really?” you managed to get out, desperately searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity. But when he nodded you found nothing but nerves at his years awaited confession.

——

Eventually the two of you found yourselves in a sprawling garden backed by a row of old Victorian houses. Wide walkways created borders between garden beds full of both familiar and unrecognizable plants, the air full of their sweet scent.

You split off to wander on your own for a while before meeting back up at a bench near the back of the garden. Jaehyun presented you with a one of spring’s first daffodils when you reached him, and you bit down on your bottom lip hard as he tucked it behind your ear.

“I bet a lot of people get married here,” he mused a while later, arms propped up on the back of the bench.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.”

The foolish part of you let your mind imagine yourself having a wedding here. As your eyes traced the slope of his nose you wondered who would be in attendance, what food would be served, what you would be wearing.

“Do you ever think about all the things that had to happen for us to run into each other this morning?” Jaehyun asked. “Like I never thought I’d ever see you again, and even if I did I thought it would be at a reunion or something.”

“And what if our flight hadn’t been delayed?” you considered. You knew what would’ve happened. You would have gotten on that plane without speaking another word to each other. Maybe a brief goodbye in Incheon, but that was certainly the very most. And then you would go your separate ways yet again, passing it off as an innocent coincidence.

“I’m glad it was,” he said as though, yet again, he could read your mind. Or maybe he was just thinking the same thing.

The sun was setting now and his face was lit up by its fiery glow. It turned his deep brown eyes gold and his cheeks rosy. His lips were parted the tiniest bit, like they were trying to grasp onto a word that he couldn’t quite remember.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” you asked.

“Like you,” his jaw clenched as he paused, eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Like you could fall in love with me,” he finished finally.

“Maybe I already have.”

He ripped his eyes from the setting sun in favor of looking at you. The corners of his lips were down turned, and his eyes were set in shadow. You decided you liked them better this way, twin pools of warmth that you could fall into and stay in comfort forever.

“Would it be crazy if I kissed you right now?” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, your lungs not working quite the way they were supposed to. “But you should do it anyway.”

And so he leaned forward that left over inch, and your lips melded together like honey in the golden light of the sun as it sunk beneath the horizon.

——

As night fell upon the city you decided you needed something sweet to end your day. You ended up at a diner near the center of the city, with milkshakes and french fries set on the table between you. You dipped one into your shake and then huffed out a laugh as Jaehyun grimaced.

“It’s good!” you defended yourself. “At least try it before you judge me.”

“Fine.”

He reached forward and dipped a fry into his vanilla milkshake before popping it into his mouth. He considered carefully, eyes never once leaving yours.

“Okay I admit, it’s pretty good.”

You cried out victoriously before he’d even finished his sentence properly, pumping your fists in the air. It was Jaehyun’s turn to laugh now, the indent of his dimples enchanting you for the thousandth time that day.

“Do you think,” Jaehyun began, spinning the shiny silver spoon in his cup around in circles.

“Hm?”

“Are you…happy?”

You blinked. As an adult people would always ask you how your career was going, if you were married, or if you’d bought a house yet, as if life was some kind of grocery list where you had to check off each item in order for you to be complete. He was the first to ask if you were happy.

“I think so,” you leaned down and took another sip of your milkshake to give yourself a chance to think. “I’m not unhappy,” you decided after a moments thought.

“You know what makes me happy?” he asked next.

“What?”

“You.”

You stared at him, your mind reeling. A thousand thoughts came to you, but none of them expressed quite what you were feeling. But maybe words weren’t what you needed right now.

You reached across the table, pushing your cups and fries out of the way until you could lean forward free of any obstructions. He met you halfway without you needing to do or say a thing.

This time he tasted sweet and salty, like adventure and familiarity all wrapped into one. Fireworks erupted behind your eyelids as you kissed, disrupting the calm darkness you usually found there. When you pulled away you became starkly aware of the countless eyes on you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. The only eyes you cared about were the chocolate ones looking straight into yours.

As you sat back down you noticed the flower that had fallen from behind your ear and on to the table top. Jaehyun noticed it at the same time as you, and carefully he reached forward to pick it up and twirl it between his fingers absentmindedly.

“One of the classes I took while I was here,” he started. “It was just for fun, an extra credit course you know. And at some point we talked about the language of the flowers.”

You watched the flower spin, a yellow blur under the diner’s fluorescent lights. It was mesmerizing, or maybe you were just tired.

“Do you know what the daffodil’s meaning is?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“Unequalled love.”

——

You reached gate 26 for the second time that day with nearly half an hour left until midnight. Some of your fellow voyagers sat around in groups, some by themselves. Some lay across the airport benches like cats trying to enjoy their midday nap. There were tired eyes everywhere you looked.

You, on the other hand, felt more awake than you had all day. None of it had felt real, passing more like a dream than real life. You had been tempted to pinch yourself several times that day, and now you finally decided to submit to the urge. You pushed back the sleeve covering your left arm and gave the skin underneath a quick pinch, if only to confirm that you were indeed corporeal.

You sucked in a short breath at the small tinge of pain, but then smiled at the ground at the confirmation that everything that had happened today was in fact real, and not just a figment of your overactive imagination. Jaehyun looked over at you with curious eyes at the small sound. You shook your head at the unspoken question, preferring to not indulge exactly how surreal all of this felt.

“What’s your seat number,” you asked instead.

“Uhhh,” Jaehyun rummaged around in his bag for a second before pulling out his boarding pass. “32F. How about you?”

“32G.”

You stared at each other for a second before Jaehyun burst out laughing.

“You’re telling me that our seats were next to each other this whole time?”

“I think so,” you looked down at your boarding pass once more before joining in on Jaehyun’s disbelieving laughter.

“Well would you look at that,” Jaehyun said, pulling your right hand into his lap and squeezing it gently. “I guess this really was fate.”

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afoolnottoloveu · 4 years ago

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moonlight ♡

Summary: Spencer wants to go to sleep, but Reader doesn’t wanna break tradition (WC: 1.6k) {Masterlist <3}

Pairing: Spencer Reid x (intended she/her but technically gender neutral)!Reader (could be read as platonic or romantic!!)

TW: none!

A/N: i was supposed to post this on the 29th.. we dont talk about it its okay its fine everythings all good, I ALMOST FORGOT thank you to gracie for beta reading this!! she’s the first one on the taglist at the end if you wanna check out her amazing work as well mwah, n e ways enjoy :0

Playlist Pairing: it’s not a singular song this time, listen to the inspo playlist here! 🌘

You rushed up the stairs, praying to some deity that you would catch him before he sent himself to bed or was too immersed in some book to answer the door. JJ had called you 7 hours ago, so it wasn’t surprising that you somehow didn’t notice the time passing, plus the fact you had to get gas for your little trip.

Rapping at the door insistently, you were delightfully startled when Spencer opened the door only a few moments later. He was still in his work slacks and button up but tie-less. A quick glance behind him and you could see he had been making himself tea, and the satchel by his feet couldn’t have been dropped more than 10 minutes ago.

“Peanut?”

You were too elated that you had caught him to respond, instead opting to attach yourself to his torso. “You’re back! Oh my gosh, I was so worried you wouldn’t make it back in time, but luckily JJ called me that you were getting back today, but that was over like 7 hours ago, and then I got worried I wouldn’t make it here before you went to bed--” you rambled, but Spencer quickly brought you back down to Earth by removing you from his torso.

“Y/N! What’re you doing here?”

“We’re going on a drive, duh!” you said, before grabbing his wrist and making it halfway out the door before being pulled back.

“Now? I just got home from two back-to-back cases, and it’s almost midnight.”

“Spence, we can’t break tradition now! Unless Mr. Eidetic Memory forgot what tomorrow is--” you interrupt yourself with a very exaggerated gasp, earning an eye roll from Spencer.

“Of course I know what tomorrow is but--” Knowing he would only go on and on to list reasons why he shouldn’t come with you, you used your last resort, the “puppy dog eyes.” All Spencer did was stare at you, both of you knowing fully well that he was capable of resisting, but he didn’t like to. After a whole minute of unnecessary intense staring at each other, Spencer let out a groan and turned around to walk away, which you thought meant that he was going to bed. Instead, you were pleasantly surprised when you heard him half-yell from across his apartment, “I’m just getting my keys!” You squealed excitedly, knowing what was ahead of you both that night.

Your car was small, a basic silver Toyota corolla you named Carrie. She smelled of gas and was decked out with teddy bear head pillows and keychains that you asked Spencer to buy, hanging from the rearview mirror, (but only from the cool states). You even kept a tan knitted blanket in Carrie, which Spencer was now wrapped in.

You couldn’t help but notice Spencer’s infatuation with the moon tonight, as he took a long sip from one of his two cups of hot cocoa you guys had picked up on the way.

“Is it a full moon?”

“No,” he said--not in a rude way, just quietly and quickly, like he didn’t want to take his focus away from the moon or it might disappear.

So, you let him be. He was most likely tired, and despite tomorrow, which most people would be restless for, he probably just wanted rest. You almost felt guilty, but your tradition was important to you, and you could only hope that it was important to him as well.

“Did you know the full moon is one of the most powerful symbols in astrology? It can represent one’s emotional instincts, habits and private aspects of one’s personality. It’s said that while the sun sign of someone represents their head, their moon sign represents their heart. Though, most astrologists say the moon is heavily compulsion-based. Similarly, someone’s sun sign depicts their actions, but their moon sign depicts their reactions,” he told you, still gazing, almost longingly at the moon.

“I didn’t take you for an astrology type of guy, Doctor.”

“I have knowledge in many areas, Y/N, I thought you knew this by now.” You snickered at the understatement. “If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating,” he quoted.

“Plath--are you flirting with me, Doc?”

“Never, peanut.”

You rolled both your eyes and the windows of your car. Hopefully the blanket and cocoa was enough to warm him. All you wanted was to not blow out his eardrums as you turned up the music. Night Changes by One Direction was playing, and you reminisced on the fact that he originally had never heard of the band, causing your binge session, which consisted of watching their documentary and listening to all 5 of their albums straight. He told you he thought they were okay and he saw the appeal. What he didn’t tell you was that his favorite album was Midnight Memories, but if the way he was humming along to the song now was any evidence, you could’ve been a profiler.

You two listened to your playlist, made specially for the tradition, (Spencer insisted you always pick the music on these trips, since you weren’t very interested in classical piano) and besides the melodies, a comfortable silence encompassed the car for the most of the ride. As the road started to incline and your destination started getting near, you broke it.

“Can you believe-” you started, earning Spencer’s gaze from the sudden conversation, “Can you believe the audacity the calendar has, to change dates in the middle of the night, just like that, while we’re sleeping?” Spencer couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled out from him. “Like tomorrow… You’re gonna wake up and, and you’re gonna be one year older.” When you said this, you couldn’t help but steal a look at him. He wasn’t making eye contact, just fidgeting with his fingers, but the small smile was there.

“Just like that,” you finished, as you pulled onto the edge of a hill.

When you showed up at his apartment the night you got your driver’s license, you found this spot. This was your guys’ cliff. The one you guys found on accident, when your car ran out of gas on your first night of the tradition. The same one you guys have had a handful of picnics at and late night rambles about both of your favorite things. Covered in the blanket of light that the moon so graciously provided, it was perfect, and it was both of yours.

Parked atop the hill, you turned off the car and turned to Spencer, who went back to admiring the stars. You were just about to tell him that you would be right back, but you decided he was a little busy, and so you quickly shuffled to grab the box he wasn’t aware was hiding in the trunk.

He finally noticed your disappearance when you came back with a lavender gift box in your lap and an excited smile on your face. “Oh Y/N, you know you didn’t--”

“Save it, Spence. Just open your gift,” you demanded, shoving it into his arms and the smile on your face only lingering. He rarely received real gifts, only for Christmas. You were essentially his only non work friend, and he told everyone at work that he never wanted nor needed anything.

He repeatedly blinked, yet carefully removed the lid. He first saw the small brown envelope which contained a gift card for the local coffee shop near his apartment. Underneath that and the matching lavender tissue paper, he found a tie of no other color than purple and two pairs of socks, one of colorful stripes and the other of baby tardises. (You knew nothing about Doctor Who, but he appreciated the references.) The whole time smiles adorned both your faces. The last item was a copy of The Alchemist. It was one of the main books you two had bonded over, and only a few weeks ago, someone had spilled coffee on their copy. Spencer was against buying another one, saying he could literally recite it in his head word for word if he ever wanted to again, but you stubbornly insisted that it didn’t have the same sentiment, (and of course you were right).

He took the book out the box and held it by the spine as he flitted through the pages, taking note of the annotations, your annotations. When done, he closed it and only opened the cover, finding your heartfelt message.

Dear old dear old Spence,

I know you’re probably gonna read this in .02 seconds, and probably right in front of me at that. Unless we broke tradition. But I trust that I convinced you. (It was the eyes, wasn’t it?) Regardless, I wanted to wish my very, very best friend a happy birthday. You alone are so strong for going through all that you’ve gone through, stuff that no one should have to even imagine. You are one of the strongest people I know. You need to know that I’m proud of you, Spencer. I’m beyond grateful for you, for having such a caring, resilient, and just incredible friend as you. I hope I don’t need to remind you that I will be here for you, through anything and everything. See you in 500 years :)

Love, with all my heart, Peanut

In only a handful of seconds, he shut the cover once again, and the happiness (and slight gleam) in his eyes became painstakingly evident. “This is your copy?” He asked, mostly rhetorically, because he knew it was. At this point, he was lightly sniffling between words. “Thank- thank you, peanut,”

“It’s no problem Doc,” you smiled and lightly punched him on the shoulder, “happy birthday, Spencer. I’m glad we didn’t break tradition.” And by the look on his face, well- you were no profiler, but you could safely assume that he was just as glad.

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sweetsweetkpop · 4 years ago

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Her little Hohoho

Pairing: Boyfriend!Jungwoo x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Smut

WC: 3.5k

Warnings: Femdom, Toys, Anal Play, Bondage, Face Riding, Oral (Giving & Receiving), 69, Marking, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Pegging, some Corruption Kink if you blink, Dirty Talk

Prompt: #12-Wrapped in ribbons and lace for @kdiarynet Winter heart event

Notes: This is something I just decided to write and it was supposed to come out on Christmas, but ended up being posted now. Also, first time writing a femdom reader, so I hope I did good! Enjoy!

**Taglist at the bottom**

You weren’t expecting this surprise when you got home.

Happy to come back home, knowing very well that you won’t have to come in for a few days for the holidays, it was nice to step foot in the door and shrug the heavy coat off of your body.

“ Jungwoo!~ I’m back home!” You yell as he stepped out of the bathroom with a robe on, “ Did you just get out of the shower?”

He nods, “ Yeah I just came out. I felt sweaty after dancing today.” He frowned his face before he walked up to you, leaning down to give you a quick kiss, “ They let you out early today?”

“ Yup and I’m glad that they did. I wanted to hurry home so I can see you.” You smiled, kissing him once more before letting him go.

“Well, that’s good. I have an early Christmas present for you, but you would have to wait for me to finish up before you see it.” He told and it made you curious.

“Oh? Did you plan something just for me? Now I’m eager to see.” You wiggle your brows and it made him laugh, a sound that you enjoyed hearing.

“Well, wait down here until I tell you to come up okay?” Jungwoo starts heading to the stairs, handing combing through his tawny-colored hair.

“ Okay okay, I’ll listen for now. Just don’t take too long.” You promised as he smiled and rushed up the stairs to the room.

You occupied yourself by going to get comfortable, grabbing a quick snack as you scrolled on your phone. Although, you weren’t paying attention to what appeared on your social media page. You wanted to know what Jungwoo was planning for you.

You don’t remember telling him what you wanted as a present, so your mind went blank. You started to get anxious because you wanted to know what he had planned.

“ You can come upstairs now!” You heard Jungwoo yell and you tried your hardest not to seem so eager as you went up the stairs, slowly heading down the hall to your shared bedroom as you reached the door.

“ Close your eyes when you come inside.” You did as he asked, shutting your eyes before turning the handle and walking inside the room. You shut the door behind you as you walked inside, taking tiny steps until you felt your knees touch the edge of the bed. “ Okay open your eyes.”

You slowly opened them to look at the view in front of you, mouth dropping open as you took in the view.

There in the center of the bed, Jungwoo was laying there in this scarlet-colored teddie. The front having a plunging v-neckline that showed so much of his chest. You were admiring how the lingerie was made completely out of lace before your eyes noticed his wrist tied with a red ribbon to match with the piece of lingerie he chose.

“Merry Christmas~” His voice was low and a bit timid, though your mind barely registered what he said. Jungwoo’s nervous movements are what brought you out of your daze with a shake of your head.

“ What..is this?” You slowly ask as he shifts a bit, legs tucking underneath himself.

“Well, I remembered how you mentioned that you had topped before and wanted to do it to me when I’m ready and I decided that I’m willing to try that with you.” Jungwoo played with his fingers, eyes staring at the ribbon around his wrist.

You leaned onto the bed, lifting his chin so he would look up at you, “ Jungwoo baby, are you sure this is okay? I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable and I’m perfectly fine with being a bottom for you.”

“I know, but I’m-” he stops speaking for a second, face feeling hot in your hand, “ I’m curious about how it would feel to…”

You felt yourself swallow as you glanced over his outfit once more, “ Then give me a safe word.”

“Huh?”

“Give me a safe word, so I know when to stop if you feel uncomfortable.” It was hard to stay calm about this.

Yes, you did say that you wanted to pound your boyfriend into the bed with a strap, but you never expected that he would give you the opportunity to make those sinful thoughts real.

But for the simple fact that he said he was curious to try it, along with that flushed face of his, you couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for you.

“How about nectar?” He asked and it made you smile. You pulled back from him, slowly peeling off your clothes, feeling his eyes on you as you strip down to your underwear. He watched as you went over to one of your dressers.

You pull out some lube, the strap harness and after carefully looking through your toys, you pull out a good starter dildo to use on him later, if you do get that far. You looked behind to see him watching you and you gave him a warm smile. “ You think you would be okay with something like this? This is one of my smaller ones.”

Jungwoo squeezed his thighs a bit together, feeling a bit embarrassed from the hard-on that was starting to grow underneath the teddie.

You got back onto the bed, bringing the items you took out along with you before getting yourself comfortable and straddling his lap. You smile as you comb your fingers through his brown hair, before pulling them tight in his hand, a sound leaving his throat from the sudden pull. It was quickly swallowed down as you kissed him.

Jungwoo didn’t hesitate to kiss back, nipping your lips before groaning when you pulled his hair a bit harder. You pushed your tongue past his lips, muffling any other sounds that he would make, grinding your hips down as you felt his length grow underneath you.

You managed to get his bound hands above him as you made him lay down on his back. You pulled your lips off of him and made way to his neck, nipping and biting his skin as he leaned his head off to the side to let you. “ I don’t think you understand how sexy I find you Woo~ Doing all of this for me?” You teased, a hand trailing down to rub a nipple through the lace. His back arching off the bed slightly as the material rubbed against his sensitive nipple.

“ I just wanted to try this out for you.” He mumbled before letting out a gasp from a harder bite to the side of his throat.

“ Are you sure you weren't thinking about yourself?” You sat up, straddling his body and looking down at him, enjoying the blooming red marks alongside his neck and shoulder. You reached your hand back to grope at his cock, smiling when he rolled his hip upwards to your touch. “ Maybe you got all dressed because you wanted to look good for yourself. I mean, I know this isn’t my lingerie, so you went and bought this yourself.”

You continued to tease and you crawled down his body, inching further down until your head was leveled with his cock. You could feel his eyes on you as you pulled him out from underneath the teddie, subconsciously licking your lips as you watched some pre-cum leak from the tip.

“ You're already so eager for this to happen and I barely did anything to you.” You taunt, licking up the underside of his length, keeping your eyes with his. Tongue circling leisurely as he twitched.

“ Don’t tease me.” He whined, reaching down to put his fingers in your hair, but you smacked them away.

“ No, you don’t. You will listen to what I tell you to do and you will keep your hands to yourself. I’m only stopping if I hear you say the safe word. Do you understand?” You gave him a sharp look and it shouldn’t have made his cock jump. It made you smile.

“ You want me to keep talking to you like that? You seem to like when I order you around.” You playfully press a finger into his slit.

“ It’s because I don’t see you like this often.” He panted as you had grabbed the lube and warmed it up in your hand to stroke his cock. Jungwoo’s eyes were glued to your hand as you kept a nice pace going as you rubbed some more onto your free hand.

You continued your ministrations to keep him distracted, watching his face as his eyes were closed and slowly relaxing under your palm. You wanted to keep him as relaxed as possible as you moved his teddie over more to expose his tight rim. “ Relax as much as you can baby,” You tell him as your mouth covered his tip at the same time you pressed a finger inside of him.

You felt him clench around you, making you stop your actions, swallowing more of him down to help him loosen up. When you felt him relax a bit more, you managed to press the rest of your finger inside of him.

“ How are you feeling right now?” You asked after pulling your mouth off of his length. His brows a bit furrowed as he looks down at you, “ Does anything hurt?”

As much as you want this, you knew very well that you had to take your time in stretching him open and prepping him well to take the toy that you had set out for him. If he doesn’t feel comfortable with just this, then you were willing to stop it now.

“ It feels...weird, but…” Jungwoo started to speak as you looked at him with a tilt of your head.

“ But?”

“ I kind of like how it feels.” Jungwoo's eyes were cast to the side as he spoke. His eyes were quickly back on you the moment you swallow his length back down your throat as your finger started to slowly press in and out of him. When he looked back at you, your eyes were hooded and focused on preparing him well.

How could he say something like that, looking as bashful as he does when you finger him open? It just made you want to get more reactions out of him.

You focused on making Jungwoo feel good. By now, your lips were reaching closer to the base of his cock, and managed to press a second finger inside. Jungwoo’s voice kept getting louder the more you worked his insides to stretch open. His groans continued to motivate you to keep going. Your own moans vibrating through his length, fingers flexing as he wanted to touch you again, but remembering your words from earlier.

Jungwoo whined loud enough to get your attention, “ What’s the matter?”

“ I want to taste you too~” He mumbled and you decided to cut him some slack, gently pulling your fingers out of him before standing up.

“ You want to have a taste of me too?” You asked him as you tugged your panties down your legs, ignoring the small wet stain on them as you straddled your lower body over his face. You saw him lick his lips as he stared at your core. “ Make sure you eat me well Jungwoo~”

“ Now when have I ever done a bad job at that?” Jungwoo got snarky for a split second and it made you laugh.

“ Don’t get all big and bad when I have you moaning for two fingers.'' You rebuked as you lowered your body over his face. Leaning back down to put him back in your mouth, you felt Jungwoo’s tongue eagerly peeking out to taste you.

It felt like you were both competing with one another to make the other feel good and moan against each other. Jungwoo buried his face as deep as he could go, lips wrapped around your clit, giving harsh sucks to have you cry out. But you made sure it wasn’t just yourself moaning.

Your lips had reached the base of his cock by now, you scissored him open enough to the point you were able to fit three fingers inside of him and he clenched around them. You fingered him a bit faster than before as he started to lose concentration in eating you out.

Wanting to toy with him a bit longer, you curled your fingers inside of him and his cock twitched again in your throat. His head leaned back as his tied hand gripped at your leg, “ What was that?”

You lifted your mouth off of him, looking over your shoulder, “ That’s your prostate baby.”

“ ...Press it again.”

You curled your fingers again and he bucked his hips. Giving him a steady pace with fingering him and hitting his prostate each time, Jungwoo was moaning at the feel of your fingers curling inside of him. His back arching off the bed and blunt nails slighting digging into the leg he was holding.

You were enjoying yourself, making a mess out of his hole when you heard him call out for you.

“ I want more than your fingers.”

You stopped your actions as you listened to what he said.

“ You want me to do more than just fingering?” You asked him just to be sure. You pulled your fingers back out of him and got off of him to see his face. Jungwoo’s face was covered in a rosy tint, his chest was rising up and down at a fast pace and his eyes were glossy as he looked up at you.

“ Yes...I want more.”

You smiled at him as you leaned your face down to kiss his lips that made him keen, before pulling away, “ Okay baby, I’ll give you more.”

Jungwoo anxiously watched you put on your harness, attaching the toy on as well making sure it’s on correctly. He watched you coat the toy with lube thoroughly before climbing back in bed. Pouring more onto your hand as you reached down and covered his rim. You spread his legs apart even more and had his long legs resting on your hips. You stared up at him as you brought the tip of the toy to his hole. “ You still wanna keep going?”

He reached for you as you leaned over his body. Jungwoo kissed you and you couldn’t help but kiss him back with the same amount of passion that he gave you. You pulled away to look at you and gave you a comforting smile.

“ I trust you. I know you won’t intentionally hurt me and I’m just as eager to have you do this to me, so just make me feel good.” Jungwoo told you and it honestly made your heart swell. Just hearing him say that he trusts you to do this to him for the first time made you fall in love with him even more.

You leaned back down to kiss him as you slid a hand down between you two to hold the toy steady before pressing it slowly inside of him. You heard his breath hitch as you tried your best to go slow and steady and let him get accustomed to the foreign feeling. His bound arms wrapping around your neck as you continued to push inch by inch inside of him until you managed to bottom out.

You stayed still as you pulled your mouth away, hearing Jungwoo’s shaky breaths as his muscles squeezed around the toy. Trying his best to relax his body from the slight sting of the stretch.

“ How are you feeling baby?” You ask him, peppering kisses along his face as his arms kept you close. You moved his hands and untied the ribbon from his wrist. His free arms covered his face as he spoke.

“ I think...you can move now,” Jungwoo said in a breathy voice, moving his arms from his eyes to look up at you.

With that, you pulled your hips back before pushing back inside, earning a moan from your boyfriend’s lips. You kept a steady pace, keeping your thrusts shallow for the time being, just so he could get comfortable from the feeling of having something this big inside of him.

You watched his face as you fucked him. His brows knitted together, his eyes closed and mouth slightly agape as his body rocked with your movements. His moans were music to your ears as he would moan with each thrust.

“ More...” He panted out as he looked at you with glossy eyes, his ankles locking behind your back to keep you close and it was fogging your brain with sinful ideas.

“ I’ll give you more baby. I’ll give you as much as you want.” You told him as you started to snap your hips faster into him.

The change in speed made his voice get higher as you fucked into him at a quicker speed, holding his legs in your arms as you did. His cock tapping against his stomach from the force as he watched you from below.

Your face staring down at him, watching for his reactions as you pounded into him. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your only focus was to make sure that he felt good. Your breast bouncing with each thrust you gave and it made him want to reach up and touch, but just staring at the image of you dominating him and making him feel good in such a new way had pre-cum oozing onto his stomach.

“ Jungwoo, you don’t understand how good you look right now. Moaning all loud and making the cutest faces as I fuck you. It’s your first time taking anything in this tight ass of yours and you’re swallowing me up with no problem. Maybe I should have asked you to do this before.” You pant as you moved his legs to press against his chest. Angling your hips at a different angle, you smiled at Jungwoo as you now started to thrust into his prostate.

Jungwoo's head was thrown back the moment the toy had rubbed against his prostate at a fast pace. His moans were becoming more desperate. It looked like tears were brimming his eyes as you started to become unforgiving in the way you thrust into him.

“ Fuck! That feels good! It feels really good!~” Jungwoo cried, the sound of skin slapping deafening any other sounds as the continuous hits to his prostate was making his head melt. Complete sentences slowly starting to drift from his mind. His mouth hanging open as broken moans echoed in the room. His hands loosely holding onto you. Jungwoo barely registered that you were kissing his neck again as he made himself swallow his moans to speak.

“...Gonna...cum...” He groans out, watching as your hand reaches down to stroke his length in time with your thrust, each one hitting his prostate as his walls clenched around the toy.

“ You can cum whenever you want baby. I want you to feel as good as possible. Cum for me Jungwoo,” you tell him as you rolled your hips up into your boyfriend, motivated by his facial expressions and sinful moans.

Jungwoo was focused on the coil deep in the pit of his stomach. His brain was fuzzy as he felt it coil tighter and tighter before feeling right at the edge of cumming but he couldn’t. Feels like he was so close, yet so far from cumming and it made him whine.

He reached for you once more, pressing another deep kiss to you, nipping his lips and stuffing your tongue inside as your thumb pressed into his slit and his eyes rolled back into his head. Back arching off the bed and his body stiffening as he came into your hand. Rolling your hips slowly to milk his orgasm longer before finally stopping when his body goes limp.

You pulled your mouth away as you both caught your breath, Staring at his face, you felt proud of yourself for making Jungwoo feel that good. You brought his legs back down, rubbing his hip as you slowly pulled the toy out of him. You took off the harness and laid down beside him.

“ You okay?” You ask him as you watched his chest slow down as his breathing started to even out. He turned his head over to look at you. For a split second his face was unreadable until he broke out into a smile.

“ That was better than what I thought it was. Maybe I should have let you do that sooner.” He grinned as he pulled you closer to his body, kissing your forehead.

“Jungwoo you can’t say something like that to me. Do you want me to fuck you again?” You joked with him as you laughed with him.

“ I mean, I wouldn’t mind you doing it again, but just not now. I can’t feel my legs.” Jungwoo said in a nonchalant tone and it only made you shake your head as you leaned back to kiss him.

“ What am I going to do with you?”

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thedevildomdaily · 3 years ago

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Demonic Possessions Ch 8: Pizza, Prizes, & Panic

Note: Here’s the Master List for the full story. I recommend reading my stuff on my actual Blog if you enjoy OM! official music! Thank you so much for the support. Please let me hear from you in the comment section. I wanna talk OM!

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Warnings: Swearing, NSFW implied, light stuff

Saturday morning arrived and The House of Lamentation was on the quieter side. No arguing nephilim or brotherly squabbles to grate on another’s nerves. Early risers like Lucifer, Satan, and Beelzebub were in the dining room awaiting Lilly’s breakfast. The four of them were always the first ones up, leaving the other half to crawl out at various times.

After giving the typical 30 minute wait, Lilly gave the go-ahead for Beel to dig in. She’d learned long ago not to serve all the food at once on the weekend, preparing for stragglers vs Beelzebub’s appetite. She did find it unusual that Leviathan was missing. He must have pulled an all-nighter waiting for some special or doing a special walk-through for Deviltube.

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Leviathan opened his eyes slowly. He was so exhausted and felt on the heavy side. There was also this nagging feeling that someone was talking about him.

Shuffling around in his bathtub bed, the demon realized that it wasn’t his imagination that made him feel heavy. It was the nephilim snuggling on top of him that was passed out.

The female nephilim just about fell off the bench as she grasped at her own heart. Of course he’d say something extremely otaku in this situation. And after a moment to think on this, she nodded as she stared straight ahead, “I'm not seeking-out multiple relationships intentionally. But I can't deny the temptation of that fantasy either..." she chuckled, "You know what Levi-kun. That’s exactly it. I want a reverse harem life. I spent centuries vying for suffrage right. Letting women take a stand for equality. Voting, working jobs outside the home, and for fucks sake the right to wear some jeans! So why can’t I have a harem on my own when Mr. King Solomon saunters around, leaving a city’s worth of women back home!!!!!!?!”

“Mmmmh…” Lena nuzzled against his chest, making Leviathan’s heart want to explode from all of this contact. He suddenly recalled a lot of sounds like that just now as well.

“Lena...you’re on top of me…” he said a little louder.

Her sky blue eyes slowly peeked open. A view of a blushing demon beneath her slowly became clearer. “Oh, good morning Levi…” Her left hand ran up his firm abs, caressing him sensually as she nuzzled him again. “You’re so comfortable to snuggle with. I think I slept better on top of you than I did in Asmo’s bed the other night.” There was a soft giggle and she closed her eyes again.

Leviathan didn’t know what to make of that statement or the state in which they were in. Pulling his blanket down from them, he realized Lena wasn’t wearing her shirt and neither was he. Images of her stripping him of his signature hoodie and undershirt flashed before his eyes. She kissed his chest and ran her tongue across…and he dared to remove her top! The bra...it was his hair color!

“Aaaagh!” he shouted in a panic.

“What’s the matter!?” Lena raised up, completely straddling him. She looked around the room and everything looked fine. She then looked down at the demon beneath her. “Are you okay? You’re not sick are you?”

“N-nooo….” he murmured, covering his crimson face with his hands.

She looked at him curiously for a moment, then realized what was going on. It was the shock of spending the night with someone. He probably thought he dreamed it all. How adorable could Leviathan get?

Setting-up completely, the nephilim looked down at him, then ran both hands up his torso, feeling that ripped, swimmer’s body of his. Gently, she removed his hands and asked for him to look at her. “Leee-vi kuuun….” His eyes opened. She was so sexy and beautiful; her eyes were hypnotizing.

“Wasn’t last night fun?” she asked. Levi nodded rapidly.

“I-it was fun.A LOT of fun…” he admitted. It made Lena giggle.

She took his hands and brought them up to her waist. “Levi-kun. You know now you can touch my body all that you want right? In fact I really want you to.”

Absent-mindedly, Leviathan felt up and down her sides and even dared to grip the nephilim’s ass. It was so firm, yet soft at the same time. It made her gasp and bite her bottom lip.

Lena lowered herself back down on him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest. “Your hands are so big and strong. You’re so incredibly sexy…”

He doubted that wholeheartedly, and yet there was a half-naked 3D woman, the prettiest he’d ever met on top of him. “L-Lena…” He moaned lightly as she kissed his chest again.

“I’d love to continue where we left off last night, but I probably have morning breath…” she pouted at him, but kissed his chest again. “Want to shower together?”

The question caused the demon to fully sit up and nearly toss the nephilim backwards. The sheer thought of him being naked and wet with her was more than any close-in otaku could take. As a precaution, Levi pinched his nose, knowing blood would gush out.

“No Lena….don’t say things like that!!!!” He whimpered.

She couldn’t help but give an evil little chuckle, “You don’t want to? But last night you dove face-first into my tiddies with an itadakimasu. I thought you’d love to get wet and wild with me today!!”

Truth was, although they did make out a lot and he did carry her to his bed. It took a moment, but Levi mustered up the courage to take off her shirt. He kissed and rubbed his face into her boobs, and then he went for the unhooking of the bra.

It was the saddest struggle she’d ever been involved with. He then cried into her chest after all the failed attempts and passed out. If he couldn’t recall that travesty, Lena wasn’t about to refresh his memory. She’d surprise him and not wear one next time. Or maybe she had a front-opening one for starters?

“Don’t tease me about it…” he whined, “I really went beyond my limits last night…”

“Plus ultra babe…” She couldn’t hold back her smirk.

“Stop it!”

“Never. It’s not my way of the ninja…”

“You’re not funny.”

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After playing around with Leviathan a little while longer, Lena urged him downstairs. They were both ravenous after all the fun they had the night before.

The two of them entered the dining room and felt eyes upon them. ALL eyes.

“WHAT. THE. HELL!!!!?” Asmo squealed at the top of his lungs.

Mammon, on the other hand, was silent. Dead silent. The rest gave the two of them a once over, save for Beelzebub. He did pause, but his dire need for food out-weighed any curiosity he held for the reason that Lena was a disheveled mess in Leviathan’s hoodie.

“Ah-hmm....I take it a congratulations big brother are in order?” Satan asked in a catty manner as he sipped his cup of coffee.

Leviathan was tomato red and his teeth were clenched. He had no idea how to respond to any of this, but somehow he had the urge to fight everyone if they said anything to Lena.

“Maybe so…” Lena said nonchalantly as she led Levi to his seat, holding his hand. She sat in the empty seat beside him, acting completely calm.

“You guys look so cute together, although I’m totally jealous and wish I could’ve joined the fun last night…” Asmo chimed. Lena giggled at him, but Levi gave him a glare. He’d never share her like that.

Finally, Lucifer had something to say on the matter. “Leviathan. Either ask for your jacket back or find another high neck top to put on later. Your love bites are unseemly…”

“My wha?”

Most of the brothers began to chuckle as Levi looked down. Mammon was roaring at his little brother the most.He was in his low neck tank. Lena had given him hickies all over and he never checked himself over for any.

“W-why didn;t you say anything?...” he asked the nephilim.

“Oh, I thought you knew…” she responded nonchalantly, “I mean, did you see the ones you left on me?”

Mammon wrapped his arm over his brother’s shoulder and pulled him over in a brotherly manner, “I’m happy for you lil bro. If you need any advice, just ask The Great Mammon. I’ll help you out!”

“What advice could you possibly give?” Belphegor called out to Mammon.

“What d’ya mean by that you lil brat?!” Mammon responded.

A lot of bickering began around the table. Leviathan was so embarrassed until a firm hand squeeze brought him to look at Lena.

She merely gave Leviathan a wink and continued to eat her breakfast. This made his face glow, but he managed a small smile. It also gave him enough courage to ignore his brothers through the rest of their meal.

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“So did you guys go all of the way?” Asmodeus was the first to ask. He followed the girls to Lilly’s room where they both got ready for the day. And of course they talked about the hottest gossip the house has had in a long time.

“That’s none of your business Mister!” Lena responded as she sorted between outfits.

Lilly lectured the demon for being too nosy, but they both watched a happy Lena decide on her clothes. The two smiled at each other, giving a knowing look.

“I can’t help but to ask,” Lilly finally spoke up, “What was he like?” Asmo perked-up, ready to learn everything.

Lena sighed, but her smile remained, “He was so sweet. Definitely terrified. But the way he kissed was so...gentle…” She gave a little sigh. “I honestly feel both happy and guilty at the same time.”

“How so?” Lilly asked.

Lena furrowed her brows, trying to find a way to describe it. “He was so nervous. But I find him so cute. And I feel guilty that I liked him...squirming around a bit. I’ve seldom been with a submissive male before. Or a nervous one.”

“You like it. So what?” Asmo commented, “There’s nothing wrong with that. No force was there?”

“Of course not. I even bluntly asked for consent and he pulled me into his lap!” Lena’s eyes widened and she covered her hand over her mouth for a moment. ‘You two better not say anything about this to anyone. You hear me!” Her eyes began to glow with killing intent, leaving both the demon and human nodding. “Good.”

Lilly thought about things for a moment, before asking a serious question, “Are the two of you dating now?...are you a couple?”

The nephilim thought about for a moment before responding, “Well, we really didn’t do a lot of talking about it...things just happened…”

“Do you want to be in a relationship with him? You definitely need to be upfront and talk with Levi about it before going forward with anything.” Lilly just wanted her new friend and Levi to remain happy and on the best of terms as possible.

Asmo, for the first time, looked at Lena with a serious expression. “Lilly is right. You need to talk to my brother about this as soon as possible. I’m the last person to be serious about this kind of thing, but Leviathan is the Avatar of Envy; the Admiral of the Devildom’s navy and when he’s mad enough he can summon Lotan to drown and destroy nearly everything in its path. Be careful.”

Lena took their words seriously. She really didn’t think things through before starting things with him. They had valid and, to be honest, horrifying points.

“I believe I’ve mentioned this to the both of you at one point or another. I’m not the type to be held down to one great romance. Not after my last relationship. And NO. I do not want to talk about that. Not ever!” She closed her eyes and sighed, “The best I can do is be honest with him and let him know that. I want an open relationship and I won’t go any further with him if he can’t accept that. I’m not going to make false promises or put effort into something I don’t want.”

Her eyes fell upon Asmodeus. The two of them were rather flirtatious enough. And to be honest, that night she’d have definitely went all the way with him had she not been so intent and excited about the gifts she had for Leviathan. He smiled back at her, although there was a darker look to his eyes. He definitely sensed what was on her mind.

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“Levi-kun, let’s go on a lunch date today.” Lena said when she entered his room. Both he and Mammon were playing Luariogi-cart with Belphie asleep as he waited to play the winner.

The sudden request caused the otaku demon to crash; he was frozen. Of course Mammon shouted and cheered, taking the win and began to gloat about it and tease his little brother. Belphegor yelled at him for waking him up and threw his pillow at him.

“D-d-d...d-d-DATE!?” Leviathan stuttered, sounding like he was being electrocuted.

Lena giggled then picked Belphie’s pillow up and slammed it into Mammon for his laughter at Levi and then puffed it up and gave it back to Belphegor. “Yes, a date. I would like to go out with you today..to get more acquainted and to see where things go. I’ll meet you down in the Foyer in half an hour. Casual dating attire only. I want to go to the arcade for sure!” She winked at the demon and waved at everyone before leaving.

Levi was catatonic again. Mammon and Belphegor exchanged evil grins and let their brother stand there for a few minutes before saying anything.

“Don’t you need to get ready?” Belphegor asked in a knowing tone.

“Yeah, for your d-d-d-date!? Ha ha!” Mammon mocked.

This caused their brother to panic, then yell at them to leave. He had no idea what he should wear, what he was supposed to do or anything. It was an absolute nightmare for the reclusive demon. He never pictured himself in this situation. The closest thing he’d ever been to a date was when he went to themed cafes or idol concerts, admiring his favorites from afar.

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When Leviathan began down the stairs to the foyer, he stopped the moment he laid eyes upon Lena. She was standing there, waiting on him, in a cute black dress that had glowing jellyfish on it. She wore purple stockings and goth boots. She matched her aesthetic to match his. It made him blush.

Lena was looking at her DDD, researching where they could go and what they could do together. She was admittedly nervous after the conversation she’d had with Lilly and Asmo earlier. Who knew dating a demon could be so dangerous?

Feeling eyes upon her, the nephilim looked up to see Leviathan frozen on the stairs, blushing and staring down at her. “Well, hello there gorgeous.” She smiled and winked at him. “You ready to have some fun today?!”

When he only nodded and stood there, Lena ran up the stairs to meet him and took his hand, “well then let’s go cutie!” and pulled him with her.

“C-c-cutie…” he whispered, smiling to himself.

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Lena and Leviathan decided to get Screamin Berry Swirl slushies and hit the arcade first. The nephilim decided to start with things the demon was both familiar and comfortable with. She truly wanted things to work between the two of them and she also didn’t want him to be on edge the whole time they were together.

“Are the top 10 scores on this game all yours?” she asked.

“Of course they are. I’ve dominated the scores since they got this in.” he boasted.

Lena smiled and joined in laughter with him. “My favorite arcade games back home are the Dino Park Disaster games where you have to take down carnivores and outrun stampedes. Pretty much any shooting arcade games. Oh and racing ones. Pinball games as well…”

Listening to her go into a list of favorite arcade games brought a strong sense of joy in Leviathan’s heart. She really knew her stuff. And it seemed she was genuinely interested in hearing about all of the achievements he held in the games at the arcade. It made him feel a connection to someone that he hadn’t before.

“Hey, look!” Lena jumped with excitement after picking-up a massive sci-fi gun to an alien shooter game. “This looks badass! Let’s play two-player!”

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“That was so much fun! Look at our ticket haul!” Lena exclaimed. She was definitely in the moment, having so much fun with Leviathan.

“That was the only game I didn’t have a high score because none of my brothers or anyone could keep up with me.” Levi added.

The two were sitting down at a booth, counting their mega stacks of tickets, eating pizza and cheesy bread. “We make a great team!” she cheered, making Leviathan blush as he slurped his slush. He thought so too.

“If there’s a way for us to play human realm MMORPGs and other games like that here in the Devildom, I have a few that we need to team-up in. I don’t like to play with strangers...can't rely on them too much. I have a couple of friends from school that play and I think you’d get along with them well enough…”

This felt like a dream. He was on a date with a 3D female. One that was enthusiastic about anime, manga, comics, collecting memorabilia, and video games. Leviathan just watched and listened to Lena while in a dreamy-like state of mind.

After a while, the nephilim realized she’d been the only one to talk. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I kinda went off the deep end with excitement there….”

“No, I totally wanted to know what games you play!” Levi chuckled, “It’s so cool to finally have someone that wants to talk about non-normie things! And I’m really curious about these human realm games.”

The two talked shop for a while longer, then cashed their tickets in. Lena got a giant stuffed purple dragon creature that actually puffed smoke from it’s nose and mouth. It had ominous, glowing eyes that was totally something Lena would choose. She also got a matching dragon wing headband.

Leviathan chose some more figurines and a wall scroll of a Devildom anime icon. It was on the more colorful and cute side. It was a funny dynamic to see a demon with cute items and a half angel with scary monster stuff.

“Levi...you’re having a lot of fun today aren’t you?” Lena asked as they exited the arcade. She was looking down at her boots as she walked, not wanting to look at the demon. She had been weary of bringing him out since he’d made it clear that he was a shut-in and hated leaving his room.

There was hesitation, but Levi nodded and looked to the girl at his side. “I am…” There was a split second pause before he panicked and asked, ‘Are you not?! I bet you were bored; just being nice at doing this because I'm just a worthless otaku nerd!” He began huffing and wheezing as Lena stared at him wide-eyed and confused.

“Whoa, whoa, WHOA dude. Chill!” She finally said, pressing her hand against his chest. She was sure he was about to have an actual panic attack and keel over. “Your brain is going into overdrive hun. I’ve had an absolute blast with you today. It’s been fun and refreshing and I’m loving getting to hang out with you.”

She wasn’t able to see his eyes, beyond the indigo bangs covering his face, but she could tell Leviathan was blushing and possibly staring down at her hand. She stepped in close and gave him a hug. “I would’ve been honest with you if I wasn’t having any fun. Trust me on that.” He nodded and hesitantly pressed his hand against her back, returning the hug. Lena couldn’t help but grin to herself at his trembling hand.

Pulling away, the nephilim took his hand and led him away from the Arcade, looking for a bench to sit on and watch a pretty fountain. It was the perfect atmosphere for their date she thought. A great place to talk quietly about their relationship.

“Levi, I want to be honest with you…” Lena began, “I want to talk about us...if you’d like there to be us.”

“Us…” he pondered for a moment and then bit his lip. Leviathan never thought he’d have a conversation like this. He’d never felt more nerve-wracking.

The nephilim gave him a moment to process before continuing, “Before we make any decisions, I want to be forward and honest with you. I think that’s the most important thing about a relationship. Keeping an open dialog with each other and always being honest about our feelings...ok?”

Leviathan was still reeling on the idea that there was a possibility for them to be an ‘us’. After she shook his arm to get his attention, the demon gasped and then nodded, “Uhm...yes. That’s good…”

“The thing I wanted to tell you first and foremost is where I stand on relationships in general.” She was beginning to feel nervous, thinking about Lilly and Asmo’s advice. “I believe in open relationships...especially since we are eternal beings...forever is a long time.”

The demon’s eye widened just enough that Lena could see them. He was still. “So you’re like Asmo….totally into being lots of other people…?”

“Well, comparing myself to the Avatar of Lust is a little extreme, but sorta.” Lena bit her bottom lip and shifted around uncomfortably. She was self-conscious about this part of herself, but nonetheless she wanted to be open with him. “I-I uh understand if it’s not something you’re okay with...it’s why I wanted to say something up front before we established a….deep connection…”

And there went Leviathan’s poor demonic heart again. Ready to yeet from his chest.

“You could totally see anyone you want to...both in reality or otherwise. However, I can’t promise you complete monogamy. It’s just not my nature. And I don’t want you to ever get upset if I choose to flirt and mingle with someone else.”

“So you are telling me...you’re interested in….living your life like…” Leviathan said quietly. Drawing it out made Lena’s eyes widen with anticipation. “Like a….REVERSE HAREM!?!”

The female nephilim just about fell off the bench as she grasped at her own heart. Of course he’d say something extremely otaku in this situation. And after a moment to think on this, she nodded as she stared straight ahead, “I'm not seeking-out multiple relationships intentionally. But I can't deny the temptation of that fantasy either..." she chuckled, "You know what Levi-kun. That’s exactly it. I want a reverse harem life. I spent centuries vying for suffrage right. Letting women take a stand for equality. Voting, working jobs outside the home, and for fucks sakes the right to wear some jeans! So why can’t I have a harem on my own when Mr. King Solomon saunters around, leaving a city’s worth of women back home!!!!!!?!”

Lena shook her fist in anger thinking about it. She could do what the fuck she wanted with whom the fuck she wanted damn it. “But in all seriousness. Levi…” she returned her attention to the demon, “I’m giving you the option of being my first ever demon lover. I will be as committed to you as I possibly can. You can’t even begin to imagine the benefits of that. You just have the right to know what you'd be getting into if you want to be in a relationship with me.”

She let him stew over those bold words for a while, resting her head on his shoulder gently as she watched the dancing waters before them. “I really like you Levi…”

“I...like you too Lena...chan.”

His head gently rested atop hers. The two sat in silence as the imitation sun of Diavolo’s slowly disappeared from the Devildom sky.

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It was dusk by the time Leviathan and Lena returned to The House of Lamentation. The two stood outside the front door like high-schoolers not wanting their date to end. Lena took both of Leviathan’s hands, while their prizes sat on the steps. “Thank you for a lovely date at the arcade today. It was a lot of fun.”

“Your welcome….” Leviathan was looking away from her, completely embarrassed. She was the one that asked him out and planned the whole day. He should thank her for even considering a date with someone like him.

Feeling that he was about to go deep into unsavory thoughts, Lena stood on her tiptoes and kissed the demon. It was soft and sweet. Just like him. “Hey, we can do more of what we did last night if...we can sneak past all of the others…”

Wide eyes stared at the nephilim. If there was something Leviathan wanted, it was definitely more of what they did last night. Just imagining the feeling of her….and the way she….and how they both…

Leviathan in his boldest move of his eternal life, grabbed their loot in one hand and took Lena by the other and raced inside the manor. No man, demon, nephilim, or ghostly was gonna keep this otaku from getting to feel 3D oppas again!

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rq-s · 4 years ago

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Title: Lucid Dreams - Chapter 1

Word Count: 2680

Warnings: Mingyu is featured heavily in the first few chapters and is directly involved in significant plot events. Due to recent events, I understand if reading these chapters may make you uncomfortable, but be aware that you’d be missing core story elements by skipping them. (Details)

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It was an hour after dawn, the streets were busy with students and workers on their commute. Yn gazed out of her apartment window, forlornly missing when she would do that. Why wasn’t I doing that? I should still be in college, worrying about scores and my social life.

She was still slowly waking up, with unfocused eyes and bad balance, as she sat at her desk. She shifted in her chair and faced her journal again, with two blank pages staring up at her.

It started as a school project, but it turned into a habit that Yn kept through her youth.

Yn stood and left it open without having written anything, frustrated with herself. If she had dreamt last night, it was long gone from her mind, and she had nothing else to write. There were more days like this lately. Update-less, absent days.

Eventually, Yn left the apartment complex with her phone and wallet and walked the familiar path. For weeks she had been going on walks around town, and she’d always somehow pass by the same peculiar store. She found herself lingering there, wanting to go in just to have her questions answered, but something within herself always stopped her. Online searches turned up very little. Just some patents, an under construction website, a local news article, and a few social media postings by previous customers. Everything she found only made her more curious.

The town seemed quiet, though it wasn’t ever busy. It made the journey to Dream Store a peaceful one, even as Yn's nervousness began to bubble.

She arrived a few hours before noon, the sunlight warm and shining brightly past the cartoonish and fluffy clouds. The well-tended potted plants, power washed sidewalk, and neon sign all had a strangely comforting feeling to them that welcomed her. Even the grey layered siding was sweet, despite how it clashed with the surrounding architecture. Yn stood on the sidewalk, facing the front patio, and hardened her resolve. Today would be her first time seeing what it was like inside; she refused to put it off anymore.

Yn approached the door in quick strides and read the print on the window before entering. “Dream Store | keeping hold of our hearts.”

Her breathing went still as soon as she pulled the door open. It was more spacious inside than the exterior led on, having a pastel pallet and being well lit. It felt like the door way was more then just the entrance to a business.

The first thing to see was the bar. A fairly long one, taking up most of the far wall, yet was still tucked in the corner. From the left wall towards the center were eight different taps, and on a counter behind the bar were two large blenders, a sink, and a small ice cream station with five flavors. A small Bluetooth speaker on the end of the counter was playing instrumental lo-fi, and somehow the air itself felt light and bubbly against her skin. On the wall above the bar was a large LED menu with what appeared to all be beverages in narrow-necked glass bottles. On the little space that was left against the far wall was a freezer, decorated in stickers and notes. So it’s a juice bar? The tweets just mentioned ice cream. There was a hallway by the fridge, presumably leading to bathrooms and the staff area. In front of that and against the right wall were wood tables and chairs with mismatched cushions. There were similar tables meant for two on the left side, with what seemed to be medium sized square lockers, and two vending machines full of those same bottled drinks from the LED screen. It all felt surreal, it was too perfect.

“Excuse me?” Yn’s attention was brought back to reality by the voice of man, one she hadn’t even seen standing behind the bar until that moment. His fingers were intertwined and rested gently on the bar while he leaned forward, as if he’d been calling her for a while. Once he saw he had her attention, he stood upright and smiled sincerely.

“Welcome to our Dream Store!” It was as if the entire scenario was a prank, he was an actor and this business was a set. Everything was still and quiet, with nothing and nobody in existence but this store and the two of them.

Finally, Yn approached the bar.

Instead of a name tag, the name Mingyu was sewn onto the collar of his white dress shirt. He was very tall, and his uniform was clearly tailored for to fit him perfectly. His smile was kind and courteous as he spoke to her.

“Is this your first time here?” He asked gently, but with no less energy in his voice than before. Yn nodded.

“Gotcha, let’s find you a table then.” He chirped, and walked around from behind the bar, grabbing a physical menu from somewhere behind the register. “Do you like to sit by the window, or in the corner?”

“Anywhere that lets me see the exits, please.” She answered softly. Mingyu didn’t seem phased by her request and tapped his chin in thought while looking around. Only then did Yn notice one of the benches by the hallway was taken, where two teenage girls were fast asleep. It wasn’t uncommon to see college kids or overworked employees taking powernaps at cafés, but seeing them sleeping so peacefully while hunched over the table was something Yn found odd. Are those pillows matching the seat cushions?

Mingyu decided to seat her at one of the tables for two, the one closest to the taps on the bar. She could observe the whole store there, and had a clear view of the front door and the hallway, while sitting snugly in the corner by the vending machines. Yn sat down carefully as Mingyu set the menus in front of her. Sitting down brought her attention up, making her notice the peculiar ceiling with exposed beams, cords, pipes, and ducts, all painted white to match the ceiling itself. Something about the unconventional look of it was comforting for Yn, as if the establishment itself was being laid bare for her.

“First, thank you for coming in, we really appreciate your interest,” He smiled awkwardly for a moment before continuing, “I’m going to get someone from the back to watch the register for me, feel free to look at that menu in the meantime.” Mingyu lowered his head a tiny bit then swiftly headed down the hallway.

Thank you for visiting our Dream Store! All the staff here are proud of our beverages, passionate about our purpose, and excited to give you a safe, enjoyable experience when you spend time with us. We believe that we offer your community something special, not only with our drinks, but with our potential to give each visitor a unique and individualized experience.

Mingyu came back before she could read further, with another tall young man behind him, who promptly went behind the counter and washed his hands after smiling in acknowledgment to her. He seemed familiar, but she didn’t know why or how. Mingyu sat himself across from her with a sigh, feeling very nervous and struggling to act like he wasn’t.

“Alright, sorry about that. Did you get a chance to look at the menu?”

“Only the first paragraph.”

“Okay cool, the way the menu explains it is kind of weird, so it’s better that I do it.” Yn only grew more confused. She watched as Mingyu glanced over towards the other man, she wanted to look back to see what was going on, but didn’t. Instead, Yn watched as Mingyu squinted, shook his head in confusion, and then silently gasped in realization, all within a few moments. Mingyu swallowed and nodded to himself before redirecting his focus back to her.

“Is it alright if I know your name?”

“Uh, sure? It’s Yn.” He nodded formally and put on awkward smile.

“It's nice to meet you, I’m Mingyu. Like I said, thanks for coming in today.” He failed to fight the cringe on his own face and hurried past it.

“Essentially, we can offer you different kinds of drinks: juices, sodas, and smoothies. They’re all made by us, with our recipes, and you can either have them made for here or to go, or even from the coolers right here.” He leaned over and patted the cooler that had a variety of colored drinks in sturdy glass bottles.

“Why do you need to explain that to me?” She asked without thinking, having already picked up on the fact that this was a place that sold beverages. It was a selling point that they concoct them themselves, and that they can do all this seemingly without a big brand to fund them, but she doubted that it required introduction to every new customer. Yn heard the man behind the register chuckle, then try to hide it with a cough.

“I was getting there.” He stammered, his face flushing a soft red.

“If you’d like to have something here, there’s the option to make it a sleep aid. We call it a Sleepy. With those, we prepare the drink as we usually would, but instead of the liquid sugar we usually use, we use a mix of liquid sugar and drowsiness medicine. We’ve been able to use that in a low volume but effective dose to allow our customers to have a refreshing drink, followed by a recharging nap.” Yn watched him cringe again as he tried his best to explain it without making it sound as bizarre as it was. He continued as soon as she tried to comment, eager to get it the introduction over with.

“You don’t need to worry though! When a visitor picks one of our sleepy drinks, we give them a key to their corresponding table, and that key opens one of those lockers. You can put your things there beforehand so you know they’re safe while you sleep. We have cameras in here and outside, and there’s always at least one member of staff on duty who's trained to handle altercations of any kind, and all of us are trained in first aid and emergency procedures like CPR.” There was another chuckle from behind her, and he didn’t even try to hide it this time. Mingyu glared at him, and this gave Yn her opening to speak.

“So you take safety seriously, that’s good…” She was at a loss of what to say, having been bombarded with information, all of it outside of what she’d expected. She wasn't sure what the odds were leaning toward: him having a scripted yet speedy and thorough defense to any worries or questions she’d have, or that he’d flounder as soon as she asked for details.

“Of course we do. We know it’s a risk to just take a nap at a café. Especially one run but a bunch of young adult guys. But we’re trying something new that no one else in the world is doing, and we really believe in it.” Mingyu’s sudden sentiment was sincere, and his nervousness looked more like vulnerability now. Something compelled her to trust him. Maybe what he was saying about having something completely unique wasn’t true, Yn had no clue, but it might as well be for a town like theirs.

“You’ll notice that we have 13 distinct drink options available right now, each one named after a member of the staff.” Mingyu opened the menu and flipped a few pages till Yn could see depictions of each of the drinks. They were colorful, and beautifully presented on the pages, with descriptions of each one. He stopped on a page of cool toned drinks.

“Let’s say you come in and decide to order a Sleepy Mingyu, that’s this one,” He pointed to the deep purple iced drink and tapped its picture fondly. “It’ll come in a medium glass bottle, with a straw and napkin of course, along with a locker key that corresponds to whatever table you pick. While we’re making it, you can put your stuff in the locker, and inside the locker will be a small pillow, but you don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. We switch the covers after every use and wash all of them each night, so don’t worry about that either. You can decide to keep the key with you, or give it to whoever’s at the register for safekeeping.” He began to ramble again, wracking his brain to make sure he mentioned everything Yn could possibly need to know while to keep himself from growing too embarrassed. She sat there patiently, listening as he helped her understand. He seemed to grow more uneasy with each word.

“You’ll probably want to wait at your table till the drink is done, it usually takes less than five minutes. We’ll bring it to you.”

Mingyu paused and took a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek in thought, picking his words carefully. He hadn’t looked at her since his sentiment about safety and now it seemed like he was actively choosing not to look up at her.

“The Sleepys only come in medium because the drowsiness medicine is fast acting, and we try to make sure that you’ll have enough time to finish it all before you fall asleep.” He looked to the man behind the counter, and this time Yn dared to look at him too. But he only looked at Mingyu, giving his coworker an encouraging, albeit aggressive, thumbs up. Mingyu shook his head.

“This is really weird, Jun. How do you guys explain this kind of thing without seeming creepy?!” He seemed deeply upset, frustrated and on the verge of tears. It suddenly felt like Yn was intruding on something private.

“Take a breath, okay?” The man came around the counter and spoke gently to his colleague, kneeling to the ground like a father would when speaking to a child. He was close enough now that Yn could read the name on his collar as Junhui. He put his hand on Mingyu’s knee and squeezed it a few times, urging him to relax. Then he turned to Yn.

“Once you finish your drink, you’re gonna fall asleep, and we’ll watch over you while you do. You’ll have a great dream, and we’ll wake you up at whatever time you told us to when you ordered, or after you’ve been asleep for 2 hours.” Junhui stood back up, and patted Mingyu’s shoulder while still looking at Yn.

“Mingyu is a really great guy. He cares a lot about people and about what we're trying to do here. And if you ask me, his drink is one of the best.” Junhui’s smile was warm and his tone of voice was calming as he praised his friend. Mingyu still couldn’t look at her, facing away from her entirely and looking downtrodden. Yn didn’t know what to say and instead decided to read the blurb about Mingyu's concoction.

A sweetly rich concord grape flavored soda! Mingyu’s soda brings one’s imagination to life, while remaining proud and inspired.

“I’ll try it.” She spoke casually, trying to imagine what such a drink would taste like. It had been so long since she’d had a grape flavored drink of any kind, and something carbonated sounded great in that moment.

“You don’t have to.” Mingyu said pitifully, assuming she chose his drink to help him feel better.

“The picture looks really pretty, I wanna see if it really looks like that.” Her bluntness stunned him, and he wondered if she was bluffing. Even so, he resolved to grin and bare it, standing up from the table. Junhui stepped back and smiled, leaving silently as Mingyu went back behind the counter.

“Alright… Let’s get it ordered then!” He bolstered, ready to reaffirm himself in the form of a fancy looking grape juice.f

#rq-s lucid dreams #seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x reader #svt mingyu x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen au #just a note: i'm not sure about hwo realisticly possible the concept of the slyy drinks is #i spent some time researching it but just remeber that this isnt suposed to refelt reality 100%#aka please dont get mad at me if it's weird logistically #id also like to say that in no way shape or form are th esleepys intended to be similar to a club drug or any other type of nefarious drug #im sorry if this makes anyone uncomfortable #please bear with me as things are explained farther in futuer chapters #but rest assured that that kind fo content isnt goign to be in this story in any capacity #ANYWAY this is the first chapter!#after this we'll start getting into more fanfictiony content with the boys but there will still be a bit more explanaton of things #but this is hopefully the most heavy handed that will be #im trying to integrate it better but this was the best i could manage for this section #i hope it wasnt too confusing and if you have any questions please feel free to ask!!#thank you for reading <3

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unmanageable-day · 4 years ago

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Come to me

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previous chapter: 21

PART 21.5 - next

Summary. After what happened in a relationship in the past, you found it difficult to trust someone with the gentleman image. ‘Gentleman’ seems like merely a concept and it was probably impossible for someone to be a genuine one. Now that you’re stuck with the number one gentleman at campus for a group project, how would you cope with the one and only Joshua Hong?

Genre. College!au, non-idol!au / friends to lover

Pairing. Joshua x y/n x S.Coups

WC / warnings. 2k / soft makeout sesh (can you call it that when no tongues involved??? or maybe its more like pecks session)

TAGLIST. @samemagicpoint @unravellyn @nonuuu @seventeeneration @skylions-den @wooziverse @infinitemoods — [ send ask or dm if you’re interested to be added in the list! ]

You found yourself being confused, sitting on a couch in a corner of a barbershop, flipping page after page of an outdated magazine mindlessly. Sometimes you stole a glance towards a man whose hair was getting cut and dyed. The man who dragged you there and made you accompany him. The reflection of him in the mirror threw a big smile at you.

"How do I look?" he asked as soon as he and you walked out of the barbershop.

"Just looking like S.Coups. What do you expect me to say?" You chuckled.

Grinning, he casually put his arm around your barely clothed shoulder. The direct contact to your skin simply got you flustered. This was the day you regret ever purchasing a skimpy top with spaghetti strap.

Early in the morning, a friend of yours, Somi, came crashing at your place, forcing you to go out with her. She even dug your closet to find an outfit that was not your everyday wear. And that was how the long forgotten floral sleeveless top was found. You cursed why it was found in peak summer season like this. It just made Somi so eager encouraging you to wear it. She even prepared a pair of jeans, mules, and a handbag that would match the top, according to her. And you can't say no when she looked at you with her pleading eyes.

"We will look awesome, Unnie. You see, the color of our top mixes so well together. We have to take pictures. I promise this cafe has the best ambience. You should update your insta, your feed is so dull because you shitpost too much on Twitter," she excitedly rambled.

You never wanted to go home so bad after Somi dragged you here and there until noon. The hot weather quite bothered you, especially that you felt more exposed than usual. Usually you would have your outer whenever you wore sleeveless shirt. Today was an exception because Somi hurried you and you couldn't grab an outer from the closet.

When Somi accidentally spilled some coffee and you may or may not have purposely wiped your hand that got chocolate sauce on your shirt, you thought it was a good chance to buy new clothes. The baby sister rushed you to the closest store, but you were wrong to think you could choose yourself. Because she immediately took 2-3 pieces of another sleeveless top even with spaghetti strap, pushed you to the changing room, and when you were done, she went straight to the cashier and paid the bill.

Wandering around the store before catching up on Somi, you intended to buy some outerwear. But your hands stopped as you were bewildered when someone called you. And it turned out to be Seungcheol shopping by himself. That was how Somi ditched you with a lame excuse because she got overly excited to see you with a fine looking guy.

"Afternoon snack? Boba milk tea?" Seungcheol offered with his gummy smile. He surely appreciated you waiting for him for more than 60 minutes at the barbershop.

These days you found yourself hanging out with him a lot. You surely remembered how flirtatious he was the first time you met him. He was definitely one person you wanted to avoid, or at least to not hang around with that much. Because, one, he was friends with Joshua Hong, and two, you can't stand him flirting and being cringey all the time. The weird thing was now you can't say no to him. This man strangely found his way to you and somewhat won a small part of your heart.

"Or maybe not?" you said as you looked up in the sky. The sunny day had turned into cloudy as the sky got darker. It looked like it was going to rain soon. The little handbag you carried cannot even fit a little umbrella you always brought anywhere anytime. Now you were panicking, already thinking to call a taxi to go home before it rained.

"I think it's wiser to go to my place since it's closer from here. I'll take you home when the rain stops."

"Your place?" you quietly asked, looking concerned. You remembered the three of them lived together. Joshua told you in the first weeks of your internship, about Jeonghan being sulky everyday because of how loud he was when the blender was working to made smoothies aka to provide your breakfast.

You were this close to running away with a taxi as little rain drops started falling and you could feel the cool breeze against your bare skin. Unfortunately not a single vacant taxi was sighted.

"Um.. nobody’s home. Jisoo and Jeonghan are going out," he explained, as if he could read your mind. The longer you took your time contemplating, the grey shade in the sky was getting more visible. Little rain drops started getting bigger and you were running out of choices. "Come on, we don't want you to get wet, do we?" Seungcheol gently took your hand and lead the way.

Again, you can't say no and you cursed yourself for being very indecisive. All you hoped now was this wasn't a bad idea, although you already had a not so good feeling about this.

"Phew, just in time," he remarked as the two of you reached the apartment lobby when the rain suddenly fell heavily. "Let's get upstairs, dry ourselves, and I'll lend you my jacket."

You shook, reassuring him that you were okay. "I'm fine," you said, wiping off the wet trace on your arms. But as soon as you entered the living room, you couldn't deny the chilly temperature that suddenly crept up your body.

"Towel?" he offered, handing over a pink colored fabric.

You muttered thanks as you continued wiping your arms and shoulders.

"Here, wear my cardigan." He tossed a black knit-wear before heading to the pantry to make some hot drink. "Don't just stand there. Go sit on the couch, turn on the TV or something," he chuckled.

You nervously made your way to the couch and sat up straight. Soon, Seungcheol joined you with two cups of hot peppermint tea. Seeing his cardigan crumpled in your hands, he took it and helped to put it around your shoulder. "Feel better?" he asked warmly as he adjusted his seat beside you. Nodding your head, you smiled back at him.

"The rain doesn't look like it will stop soon. Let's just wait a little bit longer, okay?"

It wasn't like you have other better choices anyway. Going home by bus or taxi and get drenched in the middle? No way.

"Is there anything you want to watch?"

"Not really. Just don't trick me to watch horror movies like Joshua did."

"He did that?" He chuckled. "That was messed up, I bet."

A nervous smile was curved on your lips. You were surprised yourself that you still remembered that one time watching movie with Joshua. That was something nobody ever knew. It just slipped off your mouth when Seungcheol asked.

His choice finally was a classic, award-winning movie. Seungcheol can't keep his mouth shut throughout the movie, commenting every scene or comparing with other movies. He subtly scooted closer, and the pointing gesture which he often does eventually decreased. His loud talking also started to become quieter.

"Why?" you spoke, noticing the sudden silent.

"Nothing." His lips pursed into little grin, his eyes finding yours. "Lean on me?"

At first you were hesitant. But there was something about him that always managed to mesmerize you. His opened arms, the warm smile on his face, and his soft gaze hypnotized you. The next thing you knew was you already resting your head against the crook of his neck, his arm looping around your shoulder, his hand fixing the oversized cardigan on you. You can smell his scent. Although the perfume did not have a strong aroma, it was quite fit to your liking.

The movie was reaching the end and post credit scene. Yet none of you did anything but enjoyed the silence with each other's company. You could feel Seungcheol's hand rubbing your upper arm gently. He clearly didn't have intention to release you from his embrace. In fact, he had never wanted to be as selfish as now.

"I wish the rain stops soon," you mumbled. You tried not to squirm too much. But not fidgeting at all didn't help to deal with the current situation. You started to wonder why you just threw yourself at him.

"I wish we can stay like this," he mumbled, almost whispering.

You pretended not to hear that. Suddenly you felt his lips slightly grazed against your forehead. You flinched but you couldn't go anywhere. His arm was still around your shoulder, securing you in place.

You knew this wasn't right.

"Um, we shouldn't.." you mumbled as you squirmed trying to sit up, hoping he would loose his firm grip but to no avail.

By the time you spoke breaking the silence, Seungcheol had readjusted his position, twisting his upper body so you were trapped between his arms. The back of your head stuck against the sofa, which you wished there was no headrest there so you could have escaped from this situation. Without warning but very slowly, he rested his forehead against yours, one of his hand creeping towards your hand that had your fingers curled into a fist. His thumb gave little rubs on the back of your palm, suggesting to be more at ease and also to open up so he could hold your hand properly. You could feel his minty breath as he leaned in closer and your noses brushed each other. In a matter of a second, his lips was pressed against yours then he slightly pulled away.

"I know I shouldn't.." he slowly whispered before going for another peck. Or two, which made you unconsciously gave in and shut your eyes as he sneaked his hand to hold the side of your exposed neck. And there goes another kiss. "But your lips.." Kiss. "So soft." Kiss. "And sweet." Kiss. "I think I could taste something like strawberry." Kiss.

You had no idea what had gotten into you accepting his kisses like this. You probably forgot how to breathe. If it wasn’t for the way he always took quick pauses between his kisses, you could have suffocated yourself. Not to mention, the way he gently rubbed the back of your hand, which somehow it worked to comfort you (and you probably will hate yourself for this).

What were you even thinking? Did he lead you on? Did you lead him on?

Slowly releasing your hand, his arm then made its way to wrap around your waist before finally planting the another kiss, a bit longer than the previous ones.

As he pulled away, you slowly opened your eyes and met his. The first thing you recognized was his long lashes and the thick brows. That was the first time you were struck by how pretty he was. Still holding you close, his hand traveled to tuck some hair strands behind your ear.

"Seungcheol, I..."

"Keep it." He cut your words with another peck.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Utterly shocked by the presence of someone else, you turned your head abruptly only to find certain someone to be as surprised as you were. "Jisoo.." you mumbled his name, your eyes quivering looking at him with the rest of the guys who dropped their jaws. You hurriedly released yourself from Seungcheol's arms and stood up. Yet you didn't know what to do. Should you explain what just happened? But then what is there to explain? And why should you?

Joshua didn't speak a word after that. He just locked his fiery eyes at Seungcheol, probably waiting for him to say something. Jeonghan and the other guys were nervous at the tense situation that they wouldn't dare to open their mouths.

You took a glimpse at Seungcheol. He was just standing beside you, one hand on his waist and the other one brushing his fringe. He looked like he did nothing. As if nothing just happened.

Jeonghan initiated to break the silence. "Y/n, it's still raining outside. Mingyu will take you home. Is that alright?" he asked you softly, approaching you then very subtly and gently pulling you away from Seungcheol.

You hesitantly nodded, not sure if you could just leave without saying anything. But what would you say at this point? Once again, you stole a glimpse both at Seungcheol and Joshua and weakly said, "Okay." before Jeonghan, Soonyoung and Mingyu escorted you out.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen texts #seventeen au #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen fics #seventeen sm au #seventeen drabbles #seventeen joshua #seventeen scoups #joshua imagines #scoups imagines #joshua x reader #scoups x reader #svt imagines #post by yourblinkies #kpop fanfiction

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ladyreapermc · 5 years ago

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Drabble: Birthday Surprise (Henry x You)

Summary: it was bad enough that you would have to spend your birthday in quarantine, but for Henry to forget it? That was just awful

Author’s note: I wasn’t supposed to take any requests or post other fics during this month of May since it’s the Birthday Challenge month, but this was a very especial occasion. It’s @mary-ann84 birthday. My dear, I wish you all the best in the world. You’re such a bright and kind person and I’m very glad I’ve met you here on tumblr. I do hope you enjoy this little drabble.

Wordcount: 1038

Warnings: so much fluff.

You knew it wasn’t fair to be upset with Henry for being able to entertain himself during this damned quarantine while all you could manage was stare at the walls and walk around aimless through the rental house you two got for the duration of The Witcher season 2 principal photography.

It was the first time you came with him to location, mostly because you had a month off from work and decided you could use the peace and quiet of the countryside to work on a few personal projects. It seemed like the perfect plan. While Henry was out working hard on the series, you had the house to yourself to do what you pleased and when night came and he was back home, you could dedicate all your time to him.

Then the news of the virus broke and for a while, production continued, but as the scenario slowly progressed to something direr, the producers decided to stop everything for safety and start isolation. You and Henry talked and decided that might as well wait where you were instead of going back to London. He had hopes that it would be over quickly.

Now, almost two months later, there was still no clear evidence of the quarantine ending and you were running out of ideas to entertain yourself. You read all the books you brought along with you and sure, there was always kindle, but it wasn’t the same. You liked to feel the actual thing, smell the pages, touch the rough texture of the paper beneath your fingers.

Besides, you missed being able to go out, see friends and family, have small gatherings. You were always a people’s person and as much as technology helped you to remain close to your loved ones, it just wasn’t the same. As matter of fact, sometimes it felt like seeing them through the screen was even worst, because at the end of the call your heart would always feel tighter and the lump in your throat made it so much harder to breathe, making tears spring into the corner of your eyes.

Henry was taking isolation very well. Despite being a very social man, he had also his introspective moments, in which he got lost in his favorite hobbies like reading or gaming or working out. More recently, he had also taken up cooking and painting miniature figurines.

He would spend hours completely absorbed in the task at hand, barely hearing when you spoke to him. It was slightly frustrating, but you knew he didn’t do it on purpose and whenever you had his attention, Henry was completely devoted to you. Watching or doing whatever you want, no questions asked.

So really, there was no reason to complain and it wasn’t fair to ask him to keep you entertained all the time. You were, after all, a damn adult and not a toddler. You could find something to do in this house. There was that Netflix show you were meaning to watch and since Henry was once again in the kitchen doing God knows what, Kal could use a walk. It would give you an excuse to breathe some fresh air and hide your disappointment from Henry.

The truth was, you hoped he would pay a little more attention to you today. It was, after all, your birthday. But he didn’t even seem to remember, and you hated to be the one to remind him. You knew he would feel terrible for forgetting and would try to overcompensate. That wasn’t what you wanted. You just wanted some nice time together, cuddling on the couch, with some popcorn and a cheesy movie on the telly. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?

“Come on, Kal,” you called, taking one last turn around the block before leading the way back to the house. “We’ve been gone long enough. Your dad is probably worried. If he even noticed we went out that is.”

With a heavy sigh, you made your way back to the house at the end of the street, giggling at Kal chasing butterflies. It was your favorite time of the year. It was so beautiful to see the flowers back in full bloom and the birds and bees flying around.

And since there was barely anyone out, it felt like mother nature was reclaiming her ground, and more often than not you caught sight of wildlife making themselves at home in the gardens or jaunting around proudly, like they owned the street. It was a gorgeous sight and almost enough to soothe your sour mood as you approached the red door of the rental home.

You left your boots on the welcome mat, before wiping Kal’s paws and letting him rush inside in front of you, frowning slightly at the darkness at the foyer and living room. You stepped inside in your socks, shrugging off your coat and flickering the lights.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Several voices shouted making you scream in surprise.

You looked around, but there was only Henry standing there, with a big, but slightly crooked chocolate cake, a grin on his lips, and a party hat on top of his dark curls. On the television screen, the faces of your loved ones staring back at you in individual little windows of the group conference call. All of them had silly party hats of their own.

On the wall above Henry’s head, a hand-made banner, paper flowers, origami, and colorful paper streamers decorated the room and you felt tears brimming in your eyes as you took it all in.

“You really thought I would forget?” he asked with a cocked eyebrow and you giggled, feeling silly and wanting nothing more than to rush into his arms and hug him tight. “Go clean up. We’ll wait for you.”

“Hen…” you breathed out, your heart overflowing with joy and love for this perfect man. You still couldn’t believe he just walked into your life one day but were so damn glad he did. “Thank you.”

“Always,” he smiled at you, and in his ocean blue eyes, you could see Henry containing himself from going to you, sealing his lips on yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

xxx

#henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #fanfic #fluff #drabble #happy birthday mary-ann84

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shoutosteakettle · 4 years ago

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⤷ pairing: natsuo todoroki x fem!rreader

⤷ genre: slight angst, fluff

⤷ word count: 2418

⤷ warnings: maybe ooc natsuo

⤷ a/n: i am so fucking excited to post this fic because it is my first fic for a server collab!! check out the rest of the fics for the collab here, everyone on the list is such a talented writer and i know that they put a lot of effort into their fics. and as always, thank you @ererokii for the beautiful banner for this fic,, i love you aims

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You have memories from one year ago today!

You looked at the notification on your phone, trying your best not to let the tears biting at the corner of your eyes spill out onto your cheeks. Even though you know you shouldn’t have, you opened the app; your eyes immediately darted towards the face of your ex. It had only been a couple weeks since he parted ways with you, but you had already forgotten just how handsome he was, and just how happy you used to be.

“Fuck!”

Your pained yelp was loud enough to startle the elderly couple sitting on the bench in front of you. You got up, brushed the dirt off your skirt, and sent a bow to them as a quick sorry for your vulgar language. When you straightened your back to stand up, your shoulders still slightly hunched, you looked in front of you, losing sight of why you had come here in the first place – not sure you ever really had a reason.

It was hard to keep track of your thoughts when you were overwhelmed by the amazingly beautiful scenery in front of you. The warm colors of the wilting leaves on the autumn trees paired almost perfectly with the fairy lights strung from them, lighting the path of food stands, game booths, and street performers as if it was art taken from the pages of a fairytale book.

As you trailed the path you had many times before, though you were usually accompanied by the person you thought you would love you forever, you let the nostalgia wash over you, almost completely forgetting about the stabbing pain in your right ankle for a minute or two. But you were brought back to your less than desirable reality when you found your face buried in the broad chest of a stranger. You limped backward, fully ready to apologize profusely to the stranger, but your breath hitched, and you couldn’t find the words to do so when you caught sight of his face.

The first thing you noticed was the definition in his jaw, the bones shaped as if was done by the gods themselves. Your eyes took note of just how clear his skin was, absent of even the slightest imperfections (despite being a full-time college student). In all your awe, you hadn’t noticed that his eyes were tracing your face in the exact same way. Taking in everything from the volume of your hair to the shape of your nose. It wasn’t until your eyes met his did you finally say something, “I- I’m so sorry, I must not have been paying attention.” You sent him a curt bow before standing back up and continuing on your limped journey for the infirmary.

But you stopped your steps once again when the white-haired male that you had run into placed a hand on your shoulder. “Are you okay,” he asked, gently turning you around, noticing the way you were trying to avoid putting pressure on your right foot.

“Yeah, I just- I think I sprained my ankle,” you told him, not even bothering to hold back the pained expression on your face anymore.

“Oh? That’s perfect- this is the nurses’ booth,” he said, pointing to the sign hanging from the hem of the tent.

“So, what happened,” he asked, rummaging behind his desk, most likely looking for what he would need to get you patched up.

You cringed at the memory as it replayed in your head in response to his question. “I was, uh, distracted on my phone and ended up missing a step going down the stairs, I took a little tumble, and here we are,” you explained, still mortified by the whole ordeal, but smiling to yourself about the way he chuckled at your last comment.

You watched him rise from his squatted position, ice and bandages in hand, before striding over to the cot you had situated yourself on. He sat down his supplies on the table next to you, making small talk as he rolled over the stool from his desk to the foot of your cot. “May I,” he asked his hands hovering above your right foot. Understanding he needed to take off your pump to help you out, you gave him a shy nod.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the sight of the chipped nail polish on your toes. You meant to get them done; you just hadn’t gotten around to it yet, what with all the self-loathing. You jumped at the feeling of his hands on your skin.

“Cold right,” he laughed, looking up to send you a quick smile, “I get it from my mom.” His smile looked sad, like there was a lot more emotion behind it then he was letting on.

“So why are you here instead of enjoying the festival,” you asked him. He looked pretty young, around your age, so it was hard to believe he was actually a nurse.

“I’m actually in Uni, my first year. I’m majoring in health and welfare; extra credit for one of my classes was tending to the booth,” he explained, not looking at you, but rather focused on examining your ankle. You didn’t mind though; he had the most beautiful side profile and was truly a joy to look at. Everything from the lack of color in his hair and how it framed his face perfectly, to the length of his eyelashes and how they [make blinking sexy]. He went to ask you a question in return but was cut off when you let out a sharp hiss in return to his fingers pressing a little too hard on your ankle.

“Yeah, it’s definitely sprained,” he confirmed, looking up to see your face completely drained of little positivity it had before. “Don’t worry babes, this is what we’re gonna do.” You watched with glossy eyes as he rolled over to pick up the ice pack sitting on the table next to you before rolling back over to take another look at your ankle.

“We’ll use ice to help with the swelling and hopefully some of the pain, yeah,” he said very matter of factly despite the questioning tone of his voice. He looked up to you once again, waiting for a sign of confirmation that you were following him, so you sent him another shy nod. “We’ll do this for around 15 minutes. What time is now?”

You grabbed your phone from on top of the table next to you, tapping the screen and seeing the numbers 8:53 shine across the top. “It’s 8:53,” you repeated, reading the numbers off of your home screen.

“It’s already that late,” he questioned more to himself than anyone else. “So 9:03, go ahead and set a timer, so we don’t lose track of time.” You did as he asked, ignoring the smile of your ex as you swiped out of that app and onto the clock app, putting in fifteen minutes into the timer and pressing start.

“So what are you doing here at the festival,” he asked, finally taking a good look at you for the first time since you ran into him outside.

“Um,” you started, looking for an answer you could give him. “I come here every year to celebrate my anniversary.”

“Oh, you’re married,” he asked, taking a second look at your hand, dreading that he might see a ring he missed at first glance.

You feel your cheek heat up at the thought of marriage, how nice that would be. “No, actually, I’m recently single,” you clarified for him, shifting uncomfortably in the awkward silence following.

After a minute or two, perhaps the longest in your life, you found it in you to look him in the eyes again, only to find his were already looking back at you. “It’s probably for the best. Everything happens for a reason, and all of that, right?”

“Right,” you chuckled in response. Of all the ways you looked at your breakup trying to put reason behind your ex’s sudden, I think we’d be better off apart, never had you once looked at it as it was just fate. Your relationship being simply not meant to be, but maybe that was the best way to see it.

“What about you, are you in a relationship,” you asked, not meaning to come off as desperate as you're sure you sounded.

“Unless you're asking about the intense love-hate relationship that I have with my textbooks, then no,” he said, laughing with you at his own joke. “Why do you ask?”

You felt your cheeks heat up once again at his sudden inquiry, and for what felt like the thousandth time today, you found yourself without an answer to his question. “Just curious,” were the two words you were miraculously able to get out without stuttering.

“You said you were majoring in health and welfare, right,” you asked, desperately trying to detour the conversation from the topic of relationship status.

“Yeah.”

“So you want to be a doctor,” you asked, tilting your head to the side just a bit so you could get a better view of his face.

“That’s the plan,” he answered, keeping in line with his usual jokey tone.

“Why is-”

“I think it’s my turn to ask a question or two,” he suggested, cutting you off with the most teasing voice.

“Are you in Uni,” he asked. Your face, while beautiful, was an unfamiliar one.

“Yeah, but I go to school in Tokyo,” you said, a little embarrassed at the fact that you drove so far just to reminisce a little.

“That’s pretty cool! The city life over there is pretty exciting, right,” he asked, sounding almost awestruck.

“Yeah! I don’t go out much, but when I do, I always have a lot of fun,” you gushed, unable to keep the smile off your face as the memories came rushing back to you.

“Maybe I’ll have to come up there and take you out sometime,” he laughed, playing it off as a joke, but you didn’t miss the wink that he sent your way.

“I think I would really enjoy that,” you smiled, watching as a soft pink tinted his cheeks at your sudden bluntness.

“I-”

Just as he was about to say something in return, the timer you had set went off, the sound of the phone’s default ringtone blaring throughout the room.

“Alrighty,” he groaned, taking the ice off of your ankle and rolling over to the bedside table one last time. He put down the ice and picked up the bandages before rolling over the foot of your cot once again. You winced at the feeling of pain when he reached for your ankle. You could see it in his face that he was hurting for you as he wrapped up your foot. You're sure he said something doctorly about how compression was supposed to help with the swelling but you were too focused between the delicate work of his hands and the look on his face as he concentrated to pay attention.

It wasn’t until the feeling of your pump being placed back on your foot did you finally realize that he was finished. You set yourself down on two feet, listening to his advice about not putting too much pressure on your right foot. But even without walking on it, your right foot still hurt like a bitch.

“I can help you out,” he offered, already sweeping you off your feet before you had a chance to politely decline, sure that he had better things to do than helping you for any longer.

You couldn’t stop the soft giggle that left you as relaxed in his arms, feeling like you were right at home. Like this is where you were supposed to be there. Like he was made for you and you, him.

“It’s really pretty out here in the moonlight, huh,” you questioned rhetorically, the lights that shone in the streets reflecting in your eyes just like stars twinkled in the night sky.

“Yeah, it really is,” he agreed, but his eyes weren’t on the scenery. They were focused on you. Taking in your face all over again in fear that he might forget just how beautiful you were in the time between now and whenever the next time you see him is, that is, if he ever sees you again.

As he carried you bridal style through the festivities that was the fall festival and through the parking lot to your car, silence overcame the two of you, but unlike before, this silence was comfortable, nothing but the murmurs of people indulging in conversations and the crunch of leaves under your savior’s feet every now and then. No words were needed; if anything, they would probably ruin this moment between you and him. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this at home with someone, but you certainly wouldn’t say that you minded the feeling. Despite his cold hands on your skin, your heart was overflowing with warmth, and it was all because of him.

“Which is yours,” he asked, nodding his head towards the cars. When you pointed out yours, he took his last couple of steps with you in his arms before carefully setting you down in front of your car. You weren’t ready to say goodbye yet. You wanted a little more time with him.

“Oh my god, I never got your name,” you confessed, mentally kicking yourself for forgetting something so important.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m Natsuo, Natsuo Todoroki.”

“Well, Natsuo, Natsuo Todoroki,” you began, playfully mocking his cliche answer to your previous question, “would you mind giving me your number,” you asked, offering him your phone.

“Of course not,” in return for your he handed you his phone already opened to the contact app, and ready for you to input your information.

“I don’t give that out to just anyone, so make sure you put it to good use,” he winked, taking his phone from you and turning around to walk back to his booth, but not without stealing one last glance from you as you climbed inside your car.

As you suffered the pain that was driving with a sprained ankle, there was only one thing running through your mind that distracted you from it all; Natsuo Todoroki was starting to look like a person you could make new memories with.

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