#when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night—

[darkcrowprincess]

@drangues

In a kinder world

*I had to write something for this! I had too!*

The summer of 1985 has been really good so far. The best summer ever! The reason? It's laying next to him on his bed, thinks Will Byers as he stares at a still asleep Mike Wheeler. Will laying his head on his arm on his side, watches as Mike sleeps peaceful. Hair messed up, and still in his pajamas. His soft breathing the only sound in the room. Will sometimes wonders if this is all a dream. For Will Byers, things did not stay this good. Especially this long. But it is. It is real!

He doesn't understand how exactly he got here. How a secret hidden kiss at middle school winter dance could lead to this. But he's so glad he's here. He's so glad he's here in this moment with Mike. They don't have a name for it yet. They're too afraid to label it or name whats between them yet. But Mike said it perfectly, "I'm here, I'm staying, and I'm not going anywhere Will."

He continues to softly watch Mike sleep, bits of morning light creeping into the room from the cracks in the curtains. He artistically notes how it highlights Mike's profile. He desperately wants to draw this moment, but doesn't dare move.

Eventually next door, he hears Nancy cursing and waking Johnathan through the thin walls. The sound of his sister's voice causes Mike to snort awake finally.

Sleep leaves Mike Wheeler, bringing a hand to rub gunk away from his eyes. "It's too early to get up Nancy," Mike groggily complains. Turning on his side on Will's bed, he stretches and blinks awake fully. That's when he notices Will's staring. He blushes at seeing those big hazel Bambi eyes first thing in the morning.

"Hi," Mike awkwardly says.

"Hi," Will says happily.

They keep staring at each other.

They're both quiet for a moment or two, enjoying each other's presence while they hear from next door Nancy and Johnathan's mad rush to get ready for work, and Nancy obviously having to sneak out through the window.

Will teases with a smile, showing he doesn't really mind,"You were suppose to sleep on the floor."

Mike laughs at this, awkwardness finally leaves him. He leans in close to nuzzle his nose against Will's. "I sleep better next to you."

"Really?" Will laughs, nuzzling his nose right back.

"Really," said Mike. They stay close together like that. This unnamable it between them, being theirs. For that one moment all is right in the world. Nothing, no monsters, no government, no upside down can hurt them.

"Boys, Breakfast!", Joyce Byers calls out, voice traveling throughout the Byers residence. Which finally gets a giggling Mike and Will to join the waking world as well and get out of bed too.

*****

Joyce laughs,"Wait Jonathan." Will from the table notices the exchange.

"What?" Jonathan asks in a rush to leave for work, stopping for his mother. He's butting up a white pressed shirt.

"Your face," Joyce leans in close and whipes the lipstick from his cheek. Obviously mama Byers knows who else spent the night.

Johnathan blushes at being caught, turns and fleas out the door in a hurry. Rushed goodbye last thing to be heard as the front door closes behind him.

Will scrunches up his nose in disgust, as he opens the bottle of syrup for his pancakes. "Gross," he says.

Joyce smiles and looks at the boys as she sits back down,"You don't think it's gross when Mike comes over."

The implication of that comparison, causes Will to look over at Mike, who's happily eating pancakes next to him. His cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk and his eyes closed in bliss. As if nothing in the world taste better than Joyce Byers pancakes. At the sound of his name he opens his eyes to look over at Joyce. Than at Will. Completely happy and unaware of the conversation going on around him. Will can't help but smile at him. Which causes his mother to laugh. Which of course causes Will to blush and make and embarrassed face.

Mike swallows than says,"What?" With an adorably confused look on his face.

Will blushes, and looks back down at his pancakes, not answering Mike. Though his reaction is certainly answer enough.

He can feel his mother smiling at the both of them. He doesn't allow himself to look back up, too shy in this moment. Underneath the table Will feels Mike's hand using his pinkie to tap his thigh. Will brings a hand down under as well to connect his pinkie finger with his. It's a quick squeeze. Something they made up when they were five to check in with each other.

A tap with a pinkie, "Are you ok."

Answering back with a pinkie pack and a squeeze, "Yes I am."

season 3 established byler except wills a hypocrite towards jonathan

[fear-is-truth]

Hi Jackie:), in your husband+fiancé namgyu head cannons (thank you again for accepting my request) you said if he had kids he would never fully step into the father role, and I’m curious if you have any other father namgyu head cannons. Like how he would act with his kids and stuff🩵

PARENTING HEADCANONS ──

CONTENT. what it’s like raising kids with nam-gyu (player 124). headcanons

he’s all for being the ‘fun dad’, but only on his terms. he’ll toss the kid in the air, let them ride on his shoulders, play peekaboo, the whole shebang. but the second they start crying or fussing, he’s out. literally just disappears from the situation and acts like he was never there.

falls asleep with the baby on his chest. it happens all the time, but it’s never intentional. one minute he’s lying down with them, next he’s knocked out. baby’s just curled up on him like a tiny heater. cute.

gets jealous of the attention you give them. if he walks in and sees you rocking the baby, whispering to them, he just kind of stands there for a second like huh. then suddenly he’s sitting closer, making it weirdly obvious that he’s there. might put a hand on your thigh or your shoulder, casual but possessive. worst case, he straight up just goes, “how much longer you gonna be doing that?”

actively avoids any situation where the baby is crying. the moment there’s screaming, he’s suddenly busy doing anything else. if you call for him, he just pretends he didn’t hear.

traditional views, but mostly out of convenience. he expects you to do the heavy lifting with the baby—feeding, changing, night shifts—because in his mind, that’s just how it should be. he’s the provider (even if you’re also working, he just… ignores that part).

ideally prefers a son, but wouldn’t really mind having a daughter.

when the kid gets older, he becomes a bit more involved. toddlers are more manageable. they don’t need diapers, they can talk, they can walk away when he’s done with them. he likes that. teaches them dumb tricks, probably lets them stay up too late watching cartoons.

definitely the type to bribe them. if they’re whining or throwing a tantrum, he just straight-up offers them money, snacks, whatever gets them to stop. “okay, okay, here, just—shh. don’t tell mom.”

often gangs up with the kids against you. if you tell them no to something, suddenly he’s on their side. “c’mon, it’s not that big of a deal.” if they want ice cream before dinner, guess what? they’re getting ice cream.

absolutely encourages bad habits. swearing? “just don’t say it around your mom.” playing video games all night? “as long as you don’t lose.” talking back? if it’s funny, he’s laughing. you’re the only one actually trying to teach them manners.

doesn’t really do discipline. if the kid messes up, he brushes it off. “they’re just a kid, it’s not a big deal.” but if they really piss him off, he gets snappy.

discipline is mostly your job. he refuses to be the bad guy. if the kid messes up, his go-to response is “go ask your mom” or “what did your mom say?” he lets you handle all the serious stuff so he gets to be the favourite parent.

if they come up to him and ask for something, he just nods while scrolling his phone. doesn’t even think about it. you have to be the one to shut it down later.

plays rough but knows how to hold back. he’ll wrestle, let them throw punches, even pretend to lose, but the second they get close to actually hurting themselves, he switches. catches them mid-fall, stops them before they knock something over.

he’s lazy with parenting but still gets all the love. doesn’t do any of the hard work, doesn’t wake up in the middle of the night, doesn’t deal with tantrums. but somehow, he’s still their favourite. drives you insane.

[mrslaflour]

ᙏ̤̫ GRAPE PARTY — ROUND TWO! kai says it’s the last round, but we know that’s a lie.

pairing — huening kai x reader

warnings — noncon, dark overall, continuation of the first grape party, overall fucked up you know that, height different, tbh maybe it’s because i’m judging my own shit but this to me looks bad because i never planned on making a part 2 but everybody wanted one and my blogs been being weird idfk i hope it fits your standards though

summary — you wake up in that bedroom. a bedroom that carried a lot of fucked up memories not just from you, but probably at least ten other girls. you wished you hadn’t woke up. they all seem to be gone except one. he was the nicest, so whatever. you ask to go home now, they got what they wanted after all. but poor you, he wasn’t finished just yet :(

it felt surreal to be laying here. surreal to even be breathing. hours of literal hell and you still lay in this sweaty, cum stained bed. how many times have they cleaned these sheets? the worst part is that you were still in this room, his room, and not home. not laid out in the middle of the school naked for a janitor to find you and not laid out in the middle of the street ready for some stranger to use you the same way they did. how did they get the others before you home? just push them out the house? you’d run home naked if it meant you’d get out of this place. but you still feel hands on you. a thumb rubbing circles into your hip, a hand on your stomach, and a head just barley in the crook of your neck.

“i had a lot of fun last night.”

kai. kai was still here laying right beside you. his voice vibrates your neck. if you were going to get stuck with any of them, you were glad it was him. but you didn’t particularly want to be stuck with him either. he treated all of this too normal and it was scary.

“i told the others i’d be the one to get you home so we could get more time together.”

you feel his smile against your neck.

“i, ah, we, wanted to keep you here longer. but the cheer team saw us go up after you when you went to the bathroom and…it’s just a whole thing.”

he pauses.

“if we got caught we’d probably never get a chance to feel you again. but if we send you on your way we’ll see each other in school, the streets, you know.”

“why are you still talking to me..?”

the circling in your hip pauses. as if he’s thinking of what to say.

“why wouldn’t i want to speak to you?”

“because i don’t want to speak,”

“i could help with that.”

after all the dirty talk and things they’ve done tonight, you knew damn well what he meant and immediately shook your head no. you don’t have the strength to cry anymore but oh do you want to. all you wanna do is go home and fall face first in your bed and sob your eyes out. you hear your phone ringing and lift your head to see it on the night stand next to you. it’s your friends caller ID. you frown and reach an arm out to grab the phone but he pulls your hand to his chest.

“do you feel my heartbeat? you’re the best i’ve ever had.”

you just stare at the phone as the ringing goes off for the last few times before it’s hangs up automatically. you immediately get spammed with a million text notifications (which you can only assume are from her). you hear kai sigh before he drops your hand and gets up, you finally felt like you could breathe a little.

“you know she’s been calling you non-stop this whole morning? i don’t know how you’re just now noticing.”

he grabs the phone before opening the bathroom door and throwing it in there.

“we probably have limited time together before she drives over here or whatever and i don’t have yeonjuns charm to cover me…”

he frowns at that. you didn’t know what his other teammates were doing. you didn’t have school today so they probably went out to fuck some other girl on the street.

you’re sitting up now. you lean over the side of the bed and see your clothing littered everywhere. a cut up shirt and pants tossed across the room. panties poking out from under the bed and your bra laying right in front of your face. you pick it up while he’s not looking and quickly clasp it on so you can at least get a little bit of coverage. when he turns back around he just looks down at your boobs and gives you a light smile before sitting on the bed criss cross right in front of you.

“i loved how they felt you know? pushed up against my chest as i took my time with you. they were so soft.”

you look around before looking him in the eyes trying to signal to him that you were uncomfortable, but he just looked like a lovesick puppy.

“i want this not to just be a one time thing, yknow. i wanna wake up to you in my arms everyday. i want you to be mine..”

he sort of mumbled the last part but you heard him loud and clear, and hell no. not in a million years. maybe before all of this. he was tall, hot, but also cute! easy and fun to talk to, a football player, rich even! the absolute package. but uhm, nowhere in that package did it mention that he was a rapist…? and no you’re not gonna just — no!

“i don’t want anything to do with you.”

his face drops a little. as if you actually had hurt him. he looks down at his lap before you can see his face lift up a little and it looks like he has a thought.

“were they mean to you?”

what? he was there, he would know. and although kai was probably as nice as a rapist could be, he was just as disgusting. you just stare at him like he’s crazy.

“you liked me the most, right? i made you feel good. i know you didn’t want me to stop. you didn’t want soobin to take his turn, just wanted me to stay inside of you.”

it’s quiet and uncomfortably silent before he places his hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch. he then forcefully, but gently pushes you onto the bed.

“please don’t — you all said i was going home today…”

he just strokes your cheek with one hand before he starts kissing you all over your face and moving down to your neck. sucking slowly, taking his time, thus leaving deep purple hickeys. you had just realized he never took the bra off again. you just feel his finger trace the outline of the bra before he lifts his face from your neck.

“i think the bra makes them look cuter,”

he pauses with a smile.

“your turn.”

he leans forward and puts his neck near your mouth. you know what he wants you to do but you don’t want to give into his sick fantasy. you shake your head no.

“please? if you do i promise i won’t make your mouth do other things despite how much i want you to…”

you quickly suck the air through your teeth and take a deep breath before you start going as slow as possible sucking on his neck. you didn’t know weather to go super fast or super slow. super fast would make you seem as if you were happy to be getting him off, so happy that you were just rushing through, but going slow would make it seem like you wanted to be sensual and loving to him, but ultimately you went with going slow. your eyes closed trying to imagine time was going by faster and faster and you were driving closer and closer to your house. kais hand is stroking through your hair and his finger is running through your collarbone.

“the others are gonna wonder how i got you to do this. how i got you to mark me up all over my neck. it’s because you just love me so much, right?”

you shook your head no. you didn’t want to satisfy his sick fantasy. he just did a light click with his tongue and moved lower down your body, running his hands on your stomach before rubbing his thumbs in circles on your hips. your hips were all purple from the hard grips they had made on you the night before. you flinched slightly, they hurt badly. kai looked up and gave a pouty lip to you. you couldn’t tell if it was sincere or mocking. it may not have been mocking, but it certainly was not sincere. he leaned in and kissed the bruises that marked your hips before his lips got lower, and lower, and lower, and lower, and—

you quickly push his head away, clearly catching him off guard as he went back far pretty significantly. you push yourself back up and crawl to the other side of the bed before attempting to run to the door. obviously that was going to do nothing, but it didn’t hurt to try. he quickly stops you before you even get close to the door and he pulls your back into his stomach. the sweat on both his stomach and your back making you both become one. he wraps his arms around yours, glueing your arms to your side. he places his head into the crook of your neck, having to lean down quite a bit due to the scary height difference.

“why would you try to run knowing that i’d get you?”

you feel his lips pout against your neck. but you quickly realize, ‘i have a mouth’. you should have been screamed by now. there’s no loud music to distract the neigbors, they would hear you loud and clear by now. so you scream. loud. you get about two seconds of screaming out before he slams his palm over your mouth.

“why must you be so difficult?”

he shakes his head.

“i just want to show you how well i can treat you, is that so much to ask? it’s not even bad for you, it’s not like i’m hurting you, i’m just making you feel good..”

he sounds genuinely disappointed and upset. he easily lifts you up and puts you back onto the bed before holding your right hand and letting the other hand just lay there trying to push him away unsuccessfully.

“i can make you feel great baby, you know that. but maybe soobin made you forget. that’s okay, i’ll show you again hun.”

he brings your left hand to a halt by holding it with the hand that was once on your mouth, leaving you perfectly capable of screaming again, which you took full advantage of. he was going to stop you but he quickly realized that it was fine. you’d tire yourself out and most people were at work anyways. yeah, he’d still get his time with you. he moves his head down low once again and starts marking up the inside of your thighs and kissing all over you pussy and moving himself lower down to start fucking you with his tongue. you quickly try to lift yourself up to push him away, but you realize it’s quite hard to lift your chest up while your arms are pinned straight down to your sides. he squeezes your hands tighter and rubs circles into the palms of your hands while he continues to kiss and suck on your clit. you start to cry and beg him to stop and he just lifts his head back up to kiss your forehead before he moves back down to your pussy.

“shhh, just relax and let me take care of you. let’s focus all on you right now, let me make you feel good.”

what was so terrible about kai compared to the others was that he was loving. he had both yours and his pleasure in mind. he cared about weather you were in pain or not. with the others, it was easier to ignore it all and not give them any satisfaction and to piss them off by being dry but with kai? it was impossible. deep down you wished this wasn’t the situation that you two were in because had it been different circumstances, maybe you’d enjoy this and maybe you’d actually be with kai. you’re knocked out of your thoughts however by the continuous feeling of his tongue flicking your clit, determined to make you cum. you didn’t want to. you couldn’t. but you’d already been so abused and so much more sensitive from the events that took place only a couple of hours ago that you just couldn’t help it when you came. and when he kept going despite that, you start to squirm more in his grip, completely afraid.

“you can give me one more, right? just one more pretty girl, ‘promise.”

he was a liar. one more became two more and three more became four more. you hadn’t even noticed that he stopped as you’d just decided to block everything out. it wasn’t until he lets go of your wrists and towers himself over you, pulling down his pants that you snap your head back up to face him. you try to plead using your eyes, whispering small pleases and sorrys, but he just strokes your cheek and frowns at you.

“i’m sorry.”

you still. he’s sorry? you didn’t expect that. but was he really? he just dropped his pants down to his knees and was messing with his dick still, about to line it up with your entrance. he wasn’t fucking sorry.

“no you’re not. if you were sorry you’d stop now.”

your voice comes out all cracked out and hoarse from the screaming you had just done and the screaming you’d done that night before. you expected your voice would go completely missing soon. he just stares down at your entrance, as if contemplating continuing but he finally speaks.

“that’s not true. i just know how good i can make you feel. how good that we are for each other. and now that we’re alone, i can really show you.”

he presses himself inside of you and you just lay there. you couldn’t fight back anymore, you didn’t wanna try to. he couldn’t keep you here forever, he’d have to let you leave soon, so you weren’t worried about that. but as his thrusts continue for longer and longer and you start feeling yourself clenching around him tighter and tighter and you can see his smile growing, you have to look the other way and throw a hand over your mouth as you cry. you’d cried a lot the night before and a little this morning, but you were sobbing now. you couldn’t help it. he doesn’t stop though besides slowing down his movements a little, but he just moves your hand away from your mouth as he presses a kiss into you and holds you there while he finishes. he had finished first, but he was willing to overstimulate himself so that you could cum too, and when you knew that’s what he was waiting for, you just stopped fighting how your body felt and let your orgasm wash over you as your legs shake. he pulls out of you before pulling his boxers up. his pants were still down to his knees but he just laid next to you and pulled you against his chest.

“just ten more minutes of us just laying here, okay? and then we can go back to your house.”

you almost let that fly over your head. we. we. we? wait, we? no no no. he wasn’t going home with you! no, you couldn’t be trapped in this hell, you couldn’t be trapped next to him. you have to bite your lip back and scrunch your eyes shut and just nod. you didn’t wanna know what would happen if you disagreed, and you didn’t want to know what would happen once you went back to school, and you really didn’t wanna know what would happen when you’d go back home with him.

@blessedbymoon @straykidsviolet @lxsunshine @midnightathenaeum @beebrightness @hanhani29 @cassieaestheticsstuff @jastheepic @lickingan0rchid @alm0ndr4 @lailols @barbara-228

[danikamariewrites]

hiiii if you’re currently taking requests, i was wondering if you could do either feysand x reader or bat boys x reader on how they’d react to reader having a nightmare? or if you have anything you’ve already written for that and wanna drop the link, i’d love that too!!! thanks :))

Nightmare Comfort

Feysand x reader

Notes: I think I've done one for Az and Rhys before but I love a good comfort fic so I thought I'd make this part of the House Wife Feysand mini series since I miss them.

I have reader going thru it like Bella in New Moon so sorry in advance

Warnings: angst, comfort, mentions of kidnapping

Every night the dreams get more and more vivid. It feels like you’re back in that freezing, abandoned cabin. When you can finally pull yourself from the illusion you wake up screaming. Your fists clenched like they were around the ropes to keep your skin from pinching.

Tonight was no different. The same nightmare. The same chill makes your body tremble.

You’ve opted to sleep on the side of the bed instead of the middle. The fist clenching progressed to thrashing a few nights ago, Rhys had to hold you until they broke you from the dream.

You jolted awake with a scream on your lips. It didn’t make it, your throat too dry from every other night. You choked, coughing and gasping for air.

Looking over at your mates you find them fast asleep. The bags under their eyes make your heart clench, guilt knotting in your stomach.

Slipping from bed you pad downstairs. This way you won’t wake them or hurt them.

Curling up in one of the wing armchairs you pull a blanket tight around your shoulders.

When the sun came up you didn’t move from the chair. Not even when Feyre brought you breakfast. She begged you to talk but all you could do was shake your head.

Every night you pretend to go to bed with Rhys and Feyre. You wait until their breathing calms and Rhys’s light snores fill your ears to go to the armchair.

It’s the only place the nightmares don’t reach you. The men that took you can’t reach you here.

You see the men every time you close your eyes. Still feel their hands pulling at you when they took you.

You sit in the armchair for months. Watching as winter melts into spring. Becoming a shell of yourself.

Nyx tries to sit with you, and you at least talk with him. You could never break his heart.

Midway through March, Rhys put his foot down. When you tried to sneak downstairs he shot out of bed, blocking your way. You were so shocked you couldn’t speak.

“Sit,” he commands. Feyre pulls you to her side, cradling your head against her chest. “Y/n, we know you haven’t been sleeping,” Rhys kneels in front of you. “We know why you’re having nightmares and I’m begging you, please let us help.”

Unsure silence engulfs the room. Rhys and Feyre hold their breath as they watch your tears slow. You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut.

“I know I’m safe,” you start. “But every time I close my eyes I’m back there with them and I’m cold and I’m hurt. When I sleep I’m tied to that chair again. I don’t know how to make it stop and I’m sorry.” Fresh tears wet your cheeks.

Feyre pulls you closer so you’re practically on her lap. Her own tears wetting your hair. “You saved me, so why am I like this?” You whisper.

“My love.” She coos. “It was a terrifying thing to go through. Your feelings are normal, even if they don’t feel like it.”

Rhys rubs slow circles on your back. “We can help you, love. Why didn’t you say something sooner?” You shrug. “I didn’t think there was anything to do.”

The next night your mates leave no room for argument as they smooshed you between them. You let sleep claim you. Soft talons caress your mental shields until they have a hold on your dreams. Nothing but bliss and welcome darkness keeps you asleep.

[syndrossi]

I thought "what would be a totally normal yet disturbing nightmare for Daemon?" And my half asleep brain came up with this:

Daemon is under the garden gazebo and Alicent is sitting beside him bouncing a whimpering baby in her lap, she then transfers the baby to his arms saying "now you try it" and Daemon starts bouncing the baby, only when he looks down, the baby is actually a mewling cat who quickly escapes the blanket and disappears in the bushes.

Alicent huffs and there's a new crying baby in her arms, "no no, that won't do, let's try again" she says with a pointed look at Daemon and hands him the next baby too.

Daemon feels a sense of embarrassment in his dream but he grabs the baby and starts bouncing it to, "be more gentle"Alicent commands and Daemon tries to slow the movements, but the baby is now a parrot that flies away. A 12 year old Rhaenyra approaches him and grabs his now empty blanket. "Still not getting it uncle?"

"We have been trying all day" says Alicent and she and Rhaenyra share a look of commiseration. "You need to learn how to be a mama uncle!" Says Rhaenyra as Alicent passes another baby to him.

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...and when Daemon wakes up in the middle of the night with his perfectly happy and healthy children next to him he still spends the rest of the night awake asking himself if he's being a good parent or if the mothers around him know something he doesn't.

...he wonders if his dream is telling he's not raising them right, if maybe they lack a motherly touch, If Rhaegar doesn't like his simple braiding, if Jon will ran from him like a feral cat...

...he also spends the rest of the week stealing looks at Alicent whenever she's with her children muttering "it's not like she does it better" under his breath.

.

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Maybe Daemon is so stressed right now that maybe he's placing too much importance to his dreams lately, anyone else would have shrugged and gone back to sleep... 🙃

That...is an amazing "disturbing yet benign" nightmare. The randomness feels so dreamlike, and the "you need to learn to be a mama" is so on point with everything. Daemon's worries about not being enough + a little bit of Viserys's pushing for him to remarry and Daemon's own resistance. (Is he himself saying that he's good enough to fill both roles?)

And Daemon absolutely would take it personally / read too much into it. (LMAO at Daemon casting Alicent judge-y little glances throughout the week. I'm just so amused at their mutual parental disapproval of one another.)

[babsggordon]

When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night. With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife. And when you think about me, all of those years ago, you're standing face to face with I told you so. You know i hate to say I told you so, you know i hate to say....

I TOLD YOU SOOO

[inseobts]

Midnight Snack

luffy x gn!reader

he gets hungry at night so you both go steal some snacks

words count: 1.2k

tags: fluffy, sfw, soft, gender neutral

masterlist || ko-fi

The gentle sway of the ship rocked you awake. It's the middle of the night, and the sky above is studded with thousands of stars. The moonlight filters in through the window, casting a soft glow on the room you share with Luffy. The air is cool, but your body is warm under the blanket.

But there's something you didn't anticipate... Luffy’s stomach grumbling loudly.

You turn to your side, blinking through the darkness. Luffy is sprawled out next to you, his back against the pillow, but he's restless. You can feel him shifting beside you, his body twitching. Then, another loud growl.

“Luffy” you whisper, nudging him “You’re awake, aren’t you?”

Luffy’s eyes flutter open, squinting as he stares at you, his face lit by the soft glow of the moon. He lets out a long yawn, stretching his arms above his head before blinking at you, clearly still groggy.

“Hungry,” he mumbles, rubbing his belly dramatically, as if the sheer force of his grumbling stomach could somehow shake the walls. “Really, really hungry.”

You groan softly, your mind still trying to wake up “It’s the middle of the night, Luffy.”

“So?” He grins, as if the time of day, or night, rather, means nothing when it comes to food “I want a snack.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes “What kind of snack are we talking about? We’ve already gone through the whole kitchen twice this week. Sanji’s gonna murder us if we do it again.”

Luffy grins even wider, turning toward you with an almost childlike gleam in his eyes “That’s the fun part! We won’t wake him up. We’ll sneak a snack!”

You blink at him, unable to stop a small laugh from escaping “You really are impossible.”

“Well, you love me for it” Luffy says, his voice a little too proud as he bounces up in bed. He pats his lap with a mischievous look “Come on, let’s find the perfect snack!”

You rub your eyes, reluctantly sitting up “What kind of midnight snack is perfect, anyway?”

Luffy shrugs, still grinning “One that makes me feel full, and one that makes my stomach stop growling.”

That… was probably as good of an answer as you were going to get from him.

You smile, rolling your eyes fondly at him “Alright, alright. I’ll go with you, but this better be quick. We need to get back before the others wake up.”

Luffy stands up, his enthusiasm now fully evident, and pulls you by the hand “We’ll be fast! C’mon, I know just the place!”

The night air hits you as soon as you step outside, cold but fresh, and the ship is unusually still, the soft sound of the waves lapping against the hull making the night seem peaceful. You follow Luffy down the stairs, both of you trying to be as quiet as possible, though that’s easier said than done when Luffy’s practically bounding from step to step.

“Shh!” You whisper, grabbing his arm to slow him down “We need to be quiet. We’re sneaking, remember?”

Luffy shrugs, his grin never faltering “I’m always quiet when I want to be!”

You can’t argue with that logic, so you simply shake your head and follow him to the kitchen.

As you reach the door, Luffy quickly pushes it open, but you stop him just before entering “Wait. Remember, no ingredients! Not unless we want Sanji to skin us alive.”

Luffy pouts “Aww, but meat…”

“We’re not eating Sanji’s food!” you whisper harshly, but then your mind clicks “Maybe there’s something else we can find.”

Luffy tilts his head, looking at you like you just suggested you go on a treasure hunt “Like what?”

You scan the kitchen, trying to think quickly “Uh… fruits! There might be something hidden away.”

Luffy’s eyes light up “Fruits! Yeah! Let’s find the best fruit!”

You both start rummaging through the small storage area, chuckling to yourselves as you dig through crates of apples, bananas, and even the occasional coconut. But nothing seems to satisfy your cravings.

“Wait, what’s that?” Luffy suddenly exclaims, his eyes locking onto something in the far corner of the kitchen. He runs over to the shelf and pulls out a small jar “Aha! Pudding!”

You stare at the jar in his hands “Luffy, that’s a jar of pudding.”

“Perfect snack!” Luffy says proudly, popping the lid off and sniffing it. He then dips his finger in and takes a big lick “Mmmm! Delicious!”

You stare at him, blinking “You’re eating pudding straight from the jar with your finger?”

Luffy shrugs, totally unfazed “Why not? It’s good! Wanna try some?”

Before you can protest, he sticks his finger in the jar and brings it toward your mouth.

“Luffy!” you laugh, swatting his hand away, though you’re unable to suppress your smile.

“Oh come on, just a little bit!” He gives you his best pouty face, the one that always gets to you.

You roll your eyes but can’t help yourself as you lean forward, letting him feed you a small scoop of pudding from the jar. You can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

“See?” Luffy says triumphantly “I knew you’d love it!”

You wipe your mouth, laughing “I swear, you’ll eat anything, won’t you?”

“Anything that’s yummy” he replies with a cheeky grin.

You chuckle again, and then, for a moment, the two of you just look at each other, the jar of pudding forgotten between you. It’s so simple, sitting together in the kitchen, in the middle of the night, just enjoying each other’s company.

“I’m glad we’re doing this” you say softly, leaning against him.

Luffy grins wide, putting his arm around your shoulder “Of course! There’s no one else I’d rather sneak snacks with.”

You smile, feeling your heart flutter a little at the sweetness of his words.

“Well, as long as we don’t wake anyone up” you say, raising an eyebrow.

He pulls you closer, a wide, mischievous grin on his face “Well… maybe we should wake them up. I can always go for more pudding.”

You laugh, shaking your head “You really are impossible.”

But as Luffy leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, you realize that, impossible or not, this was the kind of adventure you loved. Even if it involved sneaking around in the middle of the night for a perfect snack.

[seventeenlovesthree]

Digimon Adventure Reboot Sequel AU - Prologue: Dreams

Summary: It's been years since the Chosen Children have saved both the Digital World and the Real World back in 2020. Things are mostly peaceful... Or so Taichi keeps telling himself, as he has been haunted by dreams for years - dreams about adventures he hasn't lived through himself, everything is familiar yet a little bit weird. They're becoming more and more vivid as time goes by, messing with his head, his perception, his memories - and he's not sure how long he can continue to be his most courageous self without anyone else noticing the cracks.

Based on: [This pretty little AU idea that hasn't left my head ever since] [Chapter 0]

Word count: 900

When the dreams had first begun, Taichi hadn’t given it much thought.

"I haven't given up.”

Dreaming about adventures in the Digital World – considering how often he had gone gatehopping alongside various of his friends for years now, ever since they had saved the place for the first time –, shouldn’t be surprising.

“You guys taught me that there's always something I can do until the end.”

He hadn’t even wondered about how different the Digital World had looked – things were often a little to the left within dreams, they weren’t exactly how one experienced them in real life after all. Places, people, clothes, devices… Nothing too worrisome.

For the first weeks, months, there wasn’t even a need for him to question the frequency of his dreams – since, at first, he quickly forgot about them shortly after waking up anyway. But then, slowly, but steadily, things had started to become more vivid.

“The future will continue and become connected.”

He began hearing the voices more clearly, recognizing most of them immediately – like a long forgotten yet familiar memory, seeping into his waking hours and sneaking back into his head. Which, again, didn’t happen all the time and also not consistently, but when he met up with his friends, asking Sora, Koushirou and the others for another trip into the net, he occasionally felt reminded again.

Of islands, trolleys, mountains. Of black gears, tags, cards. Of monkeys, vampires and clowns. Sometimes, he woke up feeling like someone had punched him in the face, other times, tears were streaming down his cheeks.

“I'll pass it on to you. Our... Our grown up... Hope.”

Still, he had decided to keep it all to himself – not matter how much he had been bothered by a slight sting of guilt in his chest whenever his glance had crossed Hikari’s, first thing in the morning. There had been no urgency to act. Years had passed and, aside from a few minor calls, their duty as Chosen Children had been “on hold” for the most part, so most of the travels to the Digital World had happened on their own devices. But whenever he entered the void, with Agumon right next to him, the voices, the images of his friends had become more detailed.

Nevertheless, he had gone through the entirety of middle school without telling a soul. About other voices he had never heard before, dark towers, digital eggs. How the person he saw himself as in his dreams seemed so strange yet so much like home that it scared him sometimes. He had brushed it aside every single time.

But now, in his second year of high school, they had almost turned into aggressive visions.

“Listen, Yagami.”

Last night, his dream had revolved around someone he had seen several times before – but only in his dreams. He appeared to be a teacher, his teacher to be exact. Sitting on the floor of some sort of control room, covered in blood, talking to him. Taichi himself had been stuck in a capsule, a countdown clock right next to him. Time was running out.

“No matter how hard reality is up ahead, don't ever give up.”

He had been about to die. And there was nothing he could have done. He remembered how his dream self had tried to smash the capsule into pieces, getting through to him. But it was all in vain. Regardless of how much he had wanted to scream, he couldn’t move.

“You guys go build the future.”

Even though he had never seen that man in real life, he had felt a connection. Felt like he owed him to get him out of that place this time. As if to make up for what he couldn’t have done before.

“Dream big!"

And yet, it had been all for naught. Once again, he had woken up in tears. Had checked whether there had been blood anywhere on his body, as it had felt almost frighteningly real. Not only that, his mouth felt awfully dry, as if he had screamed the word “Sensei!” out loud himself.

Heart pounding, sweating, Taichi couldn't help but wonder how long he could still keep quiet. Under no circumstances would he worry any of his friends about this – that he had sworn to himself. He was the bearer of the Crest of Courage, he had always, always found a way to push through, smile in the face of adversity. The others relied on him for that. The voices kept telling him that this was part of his duty – be courageous for the sake of everyone. More courageous than the self he saw in his dreams at least – who seemed to fall deeper into despair with every passing dream.

Taichi didn’t understand why there was such a discrepancy – as he had finally begun to ask questions. He felt sympathy for his dream self, a sense of remorse circling around all of his actions, as if there were a million things he regretted and wanted to make right. Watching himself like that only left him with the urge to… Give himself a hug. And ask him why he pushed his friends away like that, why he was so at odds with Yamato, so distanced from Sora, Koushirou and even Hikari…

He wouldn’t let that happen to himself. He would push further. Without worrying anyone about it.

He had to after all.

[xerotiny]

Hot And Cold // our precious #7

Hot And Cold [our precious #7]

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader

Warning: no smut warmings, only fluff.

Gist: when Seonghwa shows up at your door, in the middle of the night, it’s too tempting to pass up on his invite to go eat ice cream. You also needed someone to validate your feelings, more importantly; you wanted to talk to someone about your feelings. 

Word Count: 4,525

Taglist: @t3kandson @therealcuppicake @sebastianswhore13 @solisyeah @littlefrutilla

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 If, all those unused wishes on your birthday could come back to you, you would wish for the world to stop right here, for the time to freeze and bound you in this moment for eternity. Would you even blame yourself? Who, in their right mind, would want this to come to an end? You've never been a fan of cuddles or all those formalities that followed after a good night of passion and sweat; but this was different. It was only different because it was Yunho. Yes, you had pretty much grown accustomed to him, to the way your heart skipped and hammered every time he was around you. There's no denying it; you liked him, you liked him more than whatever stupid arrangement you were in with him. You can't fight your heart on this; you had fuzzy feelings from the moment you had met him in the bookstore.

Yunho squirms on his side, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you close to his chest, his breath fanning your cheek as he grumbles an incoherent phrase. You bite down on your tongue to swallow the soft chuckle which threatened to push past your lips; lingering eyes catch a glimpse of the pout on his face and your heart melts at the sight. If really, time could constrain itself from moving with such a haste, you might just sculpt his sleepy face in the back of your mind. A little after your jocular conversation, Yunho drifted off to sleep while mumbling few words in the haze of his slumber. Listening to him, talking to him about your past life and things, you too, became a victim of your lethargy and dozed off. The serenity which then took over, made you forget about most of the things—especially the strange afterthought you had managed to overthink about.

You had been up for a while now, the red lines on your alarm clock read 11:10, and when you calculated the hours loosely in your head, you were asleep for almost three hours. The moment your eyes cracked open to the soft snores of this particular, you were a little dazed; then going to sleep back was long forgotten as you preferred staring at his face. This is borderline creepy, because somewhere you were expecting for him to wake up and flash you a confused flicker of his eyes, while his lips trembled lightly to question your eerie intentions.

The warmth slowly fades to a gust of cold; Yunho turns in his sleep, his back to you now. Disappointment sizzles at the tip of your tongue, waiting to voice a petty whine, but you silence yourself and heave out a breath. While his sleeping face was burned in the back of your mind, you turned on your back to stare up at the ceiling; the bland white is so boring, until your eyes construe patterns of hazy lines and colours. You'd been staring for too long; even the imaginative figments had started disappearing to a space of pitch black. Remaining of your sleep gradually creeps up your mind, and your eyes droop, finally giving into it. Though, not long after had you managed to doze off in the light slumber, a loud knock on your door wakes you back up. You jerk off the bed, finding yourself dazed and confused, just enough to replay the echoes of the knock in your head.

Rising in your squeaking futon, you turn to Yunho; he hadn't awoken to the sound, still snoring as gently as he ever could. A tired groan parts your lips, and you slip out of the bed, tip toeing to answer the door while you rubbed your eyes.

"Ah, I suppose you were sleeping."

"No shit Sherlock," you grumble, quite straightforward until you recognise the voice and bite your tongue. "I mean, yes I was sleeping." You correct yourself and sigh, "I'm sorry, but what brings you here at this time?"

Seonghwa shakes his head, "I did not think you'd forget, darling. But I don't blame you. You must have a lot of things on your mind, at the moment." His voice stays hushed as he continues, "well, San filled me up on everything that happened in the later evening. Are you alright, love?"

You notice him carefully then, the sleep wiped off of your eyes; Seonghwa appeared to be in his loungewear, grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt. His hair was tied into a ponytail, while a few strands framed the sides of his face. There was no trace of sleep on him, or even lethargy—he seemed quite energetic and relaxed, when you narrow your eyes on him.

"I guess," you breathe out, running a hand through your hair. "Not that it matters now, does it?"

Seonghwa's shoulders roll out and his gaze travels behind you, into your darkened room; the light coming from the hallway slid off the wooden floor and every corner to shed a light on your futon. Where Yunho slept peacefully.

There's momentary numbness on Seonghwa's tongue before he mumbles to you, "so the two of you...?"

"It happened on a whim," you shrug.

"Did he hurt you?" he doesn't let you speak, interjecting in a stern tone, "I sure hope he didn't."

"Just a little sore, if that's what you mean." Sucking in a breath, you look down at the floor and mutter, "and a little overstimulated. But it's fine."

"Are you sure?" Seonghwa sighs but doesn't say anything more. He extends his hand to you and with a nudge of his head, he coaxes, "come on."

"Where?" you look up to stare at him, bemused and taken off guard; he rolls his eyes and grins, "I know what you need."

You reflect his smugness with your own, smirking at him. "So now we read minds too?"

"Can't blame me, had to master the art of reading Hongjoong's mind over the past years." He states, "spend some time with that man and you might know what I'm talking about."

"You two give 'will they, won't they' vibes," you remark. "Is there a history between you two that no one knows of?"

Seonghwa lets out a scoff to your instigation, "let's go."

"Fine. Fine. Let me get dressed, at least." Before you could turn around, he grabs you by your wrist and pulls you out, mumbling, "what you have on, is fine."

"I'm partially naked, Mr. Park!" you whine, your tone playful.

To be fair, you were. Yunho's oversized sweatshirt covered your body till your mid thighs—and with every little movement of yours, the hem would hike up an inch to expose your skin. On the contrary, you didn't want to change. The sweatshirt had his scent, which deluded you into thinking he was with you, save for his warmth, whose lack was figuratively driving you crazy.

"Eh, it covers everything that others aren't allowed to see." He ignores you and starts dragging you out of your room, tugging you along with him down the hallway as his hand tightens around your wrist. "You practically disappear in his clothes."

"Yeah, cause he's a giant," you whisper and let him do as he pleases.

Silent hallways and rooms, and the ticklish unease crawling up your stomach; you were restless as Seonghwa forces you to leave the apartment with him. Mind looming over the words trapped in your chest, and the serenity between the two of you wasn't helping you live down the prior moments. If you were stuck on your emotions—stuck on expounding these so-called emotions you had to deal with, because of one man, then your rationality kept pirouetting back to all the possibilities of your relationship capsizing with these eight men. It was made clear in the beginning; this arrangement wasn't supposed to come with any strings or feelings. And there you were, standing at the crossroad where the dilemma of letting either take over your life was sitting unresolved.

A stem branching into two sides, your perspectives. One, you confess and let the harrowing uneasiness and awkwardness be a third wheel between all of you for eternity. And two, you hold onto the regret of never unravelling your heart, and delight in the desires of others and your own. The latter sounded more rational to you, to your brain and the other made your heart hammer in your chest. But the imprinted image of one particular was causing a war between your head and your heart. And your heart was posing to be heavy on your head.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Seonghwa chirps, standing beside you in the elevator.

You blink twice, not sure for how long you had zoned out if you were finding yourself in the elevator.

"It's nothing." You dismiss it, trying not to steal a glance at him.

"When a silence is as loud as yours," he begins, "then it's quite clear to what it means." The warmth of his hand slips into yours and he continues, "can't decide whom to listen to? Head or heart, is what I believe it is."

"Neither of the two seem viable at this point." You shrug and sigh, tightly wrapping your fingers around his and peeking up at him. "Though, I might prefer my head over my heart."

The elevator comes to halt, the bright panel atop indicating you were in the parking lot. Doors slide open and the two of you walk out, hand in hand, feet synched. Seonghwa's eyes rake over your face for a hot second before he looks ahead and guides you to his car.

He clears his throat, "and do you think your heart is going to sit still while you work on it rationally?" you hear him scoff, "think about it, Angel. As for someone who's as petty and unbothered, I'd suggest you take it slow. You just met us, just met him. Why would you want to rush into something indefinite when it's only the beginning?"

He opens the passenger's door and helps you in; he offers you a soft smile and a gentle peck to your lips when he buckles your seatbelt. Wasting no time, he gets behind the wheel and before he could ignite the engine, he throws a concerned glance at you. Your quietude was troublesome enough to make him worry; was what he said a little too much for you? Should he have just shut up and let you do what you were determined to do? The uncertain questions swirling in his mind cause him to heave a sigh and he starts the car.

His lips part to say something but you beat him to it. "I think you're right."

Seonghwa nods, driving out of the parking lot and merging with the main road. The comfortable silence steeping into the air fades to the shrill vibrations of your voice.

"It's too soon to say what's certain and what's not. I suppose, if I give it some time and wait around, maybe—maybe I'll seek what my heart asks for." Your words sound bleak in the serene air; murmured song on the radio reverberates through while the same comfortable silence settles back in.

The ride to Seonghwa's surprise designation was pleasant and cozy. No unnecessary attempts to break the silence were made and neither of you really found a point in disrupting it anyway. Curiosity pinches you to reality after you've spent the past twenty minutes overthinking about your relationship with all eight of them. It was just as Seonghwa said; too early to be a judge of anything. You gave your mind some rest over his comments, and they really stuck by you.

Seonghwa kills the engine, and it whirls to nothing; the headlights turn off and you're forced to stare out at an empty and dark parking lot. It belonged to the dingy diner right adjacent to it. The neon banner flickered with its name, and the 'open' sign on the door stayed crooked. Regardless of its exterior, the insides seemed homely with warm toned lights and turquoise coloured window booths.

"The boys and I come here often," Seonghwa begins, unlocking the car, "they have the best parfaits. You have to try them!" the sound of excitement in his words dithers to the blowing winds as he gets out and helps you out.

You had already unbuckled your seatbelt, so when he pulled the door open, you readily took his hand which reached out for you and stepped out of the car.

"Parfaits? In this cold?" you question, taken back by his enthusiasm.

"It's never too cold for ice cream." He mumbles.

Your hands intertwine together as he pulls you to the diner; the door is pushed open, and the classic sound of bell resonates around as you enter. The place was neat at first glance. It wasn't much crowded either. Apart from you and Seonghwa, there were a few other people, occupying the booths; a group of girlfriends chattering away, squeaking and shrieking, and an elderly couple sitting just adjacent to them.

A service counter with white and turquoise checkered pattern, its trims white as well, sat right in front of the entrance. The counter had bar stools on one side, all comfortable with turquoise cushioning. The overhead lighting installed was dim and soft, which mellowed out the space.

There were three window booths on either side of the entrance, and Seonghwa dragged you to the one on very end of the left side. Sitting opposite to one another, you settled in anxiously and peered at the man in front. He was flipping through the single-laminated-sheet, the menu of the diner, which he found lying on the tabletop. Though, from the way the corner of his lips tugged, you knew he had already decided on his and your order.

Soon after, the waitress chides in; clad in a red tunic, contrasting to the whole aesthetic of the diner, she offers you a small smile before flipping out a yellow order pad and a pen from the front of her apron.

"What can I get for you?" her smile only seems to widen slightly as her eyes lurk over Seonghwa.

From the corner of your eye, you caught up on it. Although, it was a harmless little effort from the waitress's side, you couldn't help but let some sort of envy bubble in you.

"Oh, we'll have the strawberry parfait—"

"—actually, I want to have some hot chocolate." You voice out, pouting at Seonghwa, "I'd rather not take any chances and fall sick, you know?"

You try to sound a little less uptight by hurling a chuckle at the end; Seonghwa's eyebrows twitch, confused, dazed, dumbfounded. Either way, he sets the menu down and nods his head.

"Hmm, then I think it's one strawberry parfait and one hot chocolate. Anything else, sweetheart?" He lets the nickname roll off his tongue without any efforts, giving you a smug smile along with it.

"I'm good." You shake your head while tugging at the sleeves of Yunho's sweatshirt, causing your hands to hide under them.

"That will be all, thank you."

The waitress mumbles a soft 'alright' before picking up the menu from the table and leaving the two of you alone. Seonghwa kept a count of the seconds which passed by in sheer silence; when he knew it was enough, he cleared his throat to get your attention.

"You know, you just bruised my pride," he mocks, "well, I'll have you regret your choice. You'll be begging for a piece when you see just how delicious their parfait is."

"Seonghwa..." you mumble, but finding no more words to say, you press your lips together.

"It's not about the parfait, I know." He nods his head along, absentmindedly picking out a tissue paper from the stand.

You keep your eyes on his hands; he folds and creases the paper, his sleek fingers playing with it.

"I guess, I wasn't in the mood to eat a parfait."

"I don't think it's because of your mood—" he mumbles, incoherently as he bends the paper in his hand; when you don't answer, he raises his head up. "Oh Angel," he scoffs in disbelief, sounding a bit ridiculous. "I think you're being delirious now."

"I'm a mess, Hwa," you emphasise, "I can't believe I'm a fucking mess because of a tiny little crush."

"Happens to the best of us," he says calmly, holding out the origami he had made in meantime, "hey! Look, a swan."

You emit a harmless scoff and roll your eyes at his childish behaviour. "A really pretty swan, fucking great."

He glares at you, going back and forth in his thoughts to figure out your sarcasm. "Let's talk about something else," he tries, "if you're distracted enough, you might not think about him."

"And talk about what, exactly?" you groan, "either way, I'm going to come back to him at some point."

Seonghwa hums, deeply pondering over his thoughts as he stares at you. "Okay, how about I tell you a secret?"

"Colour me intrigued," you lean over the table, your lips stretching to a lopsided smile.

"Hongjoong and I are..." he drawls on his words till they turn to a whisper to create suspicion, and he succeeds in doing so. You find yourself growing impatient with the silence, with the stupid smirk on his face as he's about to mumble the words you've been aching to hear, "we're good friends."

You sigh, groaning at his vapid attempt to lift your spirits. He places the origami swan in front of you and shrugs, nonchalantly weaving his words into a soft chuckle.

"Sorry, I really have nothing to say," he pouts. "What can we talk about which won't make you think about Yunho..." tapping his fingers under his chin, mumbles.

"I have a suggestion, but you might not like it." You pinch the origami swan in your fingers and examine it with a dainty smile on your lips.

"I'm not talking about Yunho." He states, sternly.

"Fine, worth the try, I guess," you peer up at him.

"Okay, how about I give you my generalised opinions on the guys?" he suggests, sighing softly.

Your eyes light up at that, smile widening. "That'd be very much appreciated."

Seonghwa clears his throat, ready to speak but is ceased to speechlessness when the waitress comes over with your order. She sets the two glasses down on the table: your hot chocolate, steaming hot with a wispy mist clouding over the cup, and Seonghwa's strawberry parfait, perfect pink with whole strawberries at the top and other sweet hints. Offering you a warm smile and a murmured 'enjoy', the waitress walks away, her heels clicking away as she descends behind the service counter.

"Who should be our first victim then?" he questions you, picking up his spoon and digging into the heap of ice cream in his cup.

"How about Hongjoong?" you mutter, taking a small sip of your piping hot coffee. "I know very little about him."

"Hmm, he's not see-through and barely opens up to anyone," Seonghwa hums and swallows a spoonful of ice cream. "And to be fair, there's not much about him to know. But for you, I think the most crucial piece of information would be that he's a hard dom. It runs in his blood, like an instinct. He has very little tolerance for bratty behaviour. Trust me."

"Oops," you press your lips together, "I like to be a brat."

"Then you're going to have to brace yourself for his punishments which follow such behaviour—he's really into brat taming," Seonghwa takes another spoonful of his ice cream, getting a little bit of whipped cream this time as well, "they could be extreme. Very extreme and intense. So, you might as well try not to be an imp when you're with him."

"What's the thrill in that?" you deadpan and shrug, "okay, I'll keep that in mind. Now, what about Yeosang? When I first met him, I did not think he'd be..."

"A sadist?" Seonghwa shrugs too, "he has his preferences. Yeosang likes pain and torture; his dearest choice is mental torture, of course. He derives pleasure from it—from your pain, from your suffering and your desires." He lets out a chuckle when he catches the creases on your forehead, "hey don't worry, he's not that extreme."

You swallow thickly and take another sip of your hot chocolate, "have you ever been a part of his...sessions?"

Seonghwa seems taken back, his eyes wide and his smile faltering with every passing second. "When you put two bulls in a room, only one walks out the victor. We're both not suited well for each other, dynamically speaking."

You set the cup down to express your thoughts when he beats you to it. "I think he's had several of 'those' sessions with San and Jongho. They're more suitable for him than anyone else in the house."

"Since they're both, dynamically speaking, a switch," you mumble, mimicking him, "makes sense."

Seonghwa offers you a smug smile, "coming back to Yeosang, he's—he may seem stone-cold, and rude but he gives one of the best aftercares amongst all of us."

"I can tell," you sigh and gulp a good amount of your hot chocolate.

"Wooyoung takes the second place," he adds, toying with the piece of strawberry with his spoon. "He's into some extreme things as well, in case you're wondering. Not full on extreme, though."

"He's been taking my cooking classes," you breathe out, "I think he's a freak."

"Not wrong there," he adds, "he likes some unconventional things."

"He's still great at cooking though," you mumble in a monotone, "this has been bugging me for a while, but I always find him gone between seven to eleven at night."

"He owns a small bistro downtown," Seonghwa chortles, "it's quite popular amongst the locals and some renowned food critics. Been a while since we visited him for dinner. Maybe in the coming weeks we could, whenever he's free."

"That's a cute little perk," you smile. "No doubt he's so...professional when he's in the kitchen."

A moment of comfortable silence feels the two of you; the mumblings of the café dwindle down to a quiet hush of nothing and your thoughts run louder in your mind. Yes, there were a lot of things on your mind, but you chose to burn them down in the farthest of corners to ease yourself. Seonghwa clears his throat, his voice stays steady as he continues talking to you; the occasional use of lower baritone, to seemingly not have anyone else hear your chatter, made your heart flutter. Talking to him, gave you more of a generalised insight to others in the house: Hongjoong owned a boutique uptown and considered to be one of the best uprising designers, Yunho worked at a dog daycare centre which was owned by one of his colleagues, San was a gym trainer, Yeosang was a graphic designer, and all other knick knacks. The rundown was clear to you, of their habits, their usual likes and dislikes; Seonghwa kept you occupied with his words, and you listened to whatever he had to say between the gaps of silences between you two.

The night was going well, you were soon dozing into Seonghwa's warmth and the way his speech lulled you to your own zone of comfort. He truly was like the guy best friend you never had; he was sensitive, understanding and offered an ear to your rambles. In a sullen part of your heart, you craved exactly what he was and what could be between you two, if you ever got over your guts and confessed to him. Though, it wasn't so simple. It never is. You had your heart set on someone else and it drove you wild. As wild as the cold night which was about to take a drastic turn. A sudden chime of the bell by the entrance follows quick paced footsteps ascending inside; the glass panel on the door crackles to force with which it had been pushed open. Seonghwa's eyes lose their light, his lips forming a bitter frown as his gaze traces the person who had stormed in.

"Mingi..." he mutters, and you tense up, throwing a glance over your shoulder to find the same tall man hunched over the service counter. "I have no idea what he's doing here."

Your lips part to say something but are sealed shut when you hear the muffles of Mingi's deep voice, "one decaf, to go please."

There's strain to his words, as if his words might break if he was tipped off a little more. You don't need to make sense of it, but it was clear through his pinched baritone that indeed he had been crying.

"Shit, don't look back." Seonghwa mutters, with an urgency in his tone which gives away that you had been spotted. You watch Seonghwa take in a deep breath, his chest rising and tightening at the tension coiling in him, though as if on cue, his phones chimes with a text message. And it continues to as they flood in. "Who the fuck..."

Annoyed, Seonghwa reaches out for his phone lying screen down on the table; the buzzing continues till he puts it on silent mode. He reads through the recent texts flooding the group chat and peers up behind you to find Mingi gone. Heaving a sigh, he turns to you.

"What's the emergency this time?" you took a shot in the dark and asked.

Seonghwa shakes his head, "just Wooyoung. I haven't read much of it to understand the context. But whatever it is, either they're planning an outing next weekend or that Wooyoung is being a brat."

"An outing?" you repeat and Seonghwa scrolls at the top of the unread chats. He answers, "well, Yeosang owns a small cabin in the woods, and it's been a—a tradition of sorts—for us to spend a weekend there whenever we have the time to. You know, by mutual voting. The coming weekend seems doable by everyone, so..."

As he trails off, you nod your head in understanding, "sounds good to me."

"Yeah, you're going to love the place. It's secluded, private and has a sweet pool in the back." Seonghwa adds with a lilting smirk, "besides, it'd be perfect for us to get to know you better."

You catch on the flicker of mischief in his eye and your lips stretch to a grin; the thought of being with them never gets boring, but knowing this time there's a cabin and woods involved, you can't wait for the next weekend to come. 

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[polysucks]

Hotd: sea smoke has a new rider

Me: FINALLY RHAENYRA DOES THE GIRL KISS. SHE DESERVES TO KISS GIRLS. I KNEW FROM THE BEGINNING THAT SHE WAS DESTINED TO KISS GIRLS. IN THE FIRST EPISODE OF SEASON ONE I ONEW SHE WAS GONNA KISS ALICENT. BUT SHE DIDNT—

Hotd: seasmoke—

Me: SHE NEEDS TO FUCK GIRLS NASTY. LONG LIVE QUEEN RHAENYRA THE BUTCH. RHAENYRA THE LIMP WRISTED. RHAENYRA THE FISH QUEEN. IM—

[mimefish]

insane shoutout to Pearl for this one. want pickles? good luck babe!

[capricornsims]

Jenny and Lyla are best friends no matter what kind of feud is happening between their husbands. Either way, they get together and plan to raise their babies to be best friends like they are. Lyla spends most of her time at the Smith house, and PT9 is more than happy to cook for all of them.

Also, this is part 2 of my last post.

[queermccoy]

imagine you are a lesbian. imagine you are a lesbian and you love your gf. imagine you are a lesbian and your now ex gf is seeing a man with traditional values. imagine you are a lesbian and your ex gf is a tradwife.

you are max from black sails

[paintinganangel]

Chappell Roan performing Good Luck Babe at Bonnaroo Festival

[moonrotting]

saw my first rhaenicent tiktok edit to “good luck, babe!” that centered around rhaenyra instead of alicent. god is real.

[solo-walker]

Gonna finally go and watch the newest longform because all the fanart I've been seeing are killing me

Update: I'M GOING FERAL ALEXA PLAY GOOD LUCK BABE BY CHAPPELL ROAN