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sunnyrosewritesstuff · 1 year ago

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Day 6- To Spoon Feed You Comfort

We're almost to the end! Okay, so this was the redemption choice and I'm so glad it made the cut. I've been thinking about this fic for about half a year at this point, and I'm absolutely in love with the banter (both future and current) between Bilbo and Thorin. 🥰

To Spoon Feed You Comfort

Rating: T

Warning(s): N/A

Ship: Bagginshield

Words: 3165

Summary: Accidental Marriage AU; Marriage in the Shire is a relatively easy process. All you have to do is get your intended to eat from your hand crafted Love Spoon, and return the gesture. Bilbo was already displeased by his unexpected house guests but when the newest arrival used his Love Spoon to eat from…well none could blame the hobbit for fainting if they knew the circumstances.

Bilbo was at his wits’ end with these loud, pushy, rude, arrogant, ill-mannered, disgusting dwarves. He couldn’t even imagine what Gandalf’s thought process was. Even if Bilbo had been considering his offer, which he hadn’t, staring into his empty larder, his own stomach grumbling, adventure was the absolute last thing on his mind! How quickly he can get the trespassing interlopers out of his dining room and back on the road being closer to the truth. His heart might actually give out if one more dish is tossed through the air, no matter how impressed he was to find the pile of clean dishes at the end of their teeth-grating song. However, before any more protests could leave his mouth, three sharp knocks rounded on his door.

Thorin Oakenshield, the last dwarf to appear, was different. Bilbo could tell that within the first second with the way the jovial atmosphere fell into respectful anticipation. Thorin was commanding, he was valued, and even if he were incredibly rude as well, he was the only dwarf to actually pay attention to Bilbo. In fact, the hobbit somehow found himself disappointed when he seemed to fail the dwarf’s initial evaluation. What was it about the tall, raven-haired dwarf that demanded such validation upon a first meeting? In any case, Bilbo was probably the most forthcoming with that last bowl of stew he had squirreled away for himself than he had been all evening. And Thorin barely acknowledged the act. Just raised an eyebrow and asked:

“And can I get a spoon or do you expect me to slurp it down?”

Based on the little Bilbo had observed about dwarven table manners, the latter had definitely been his assumption. Clearly, another point to separate Thorin from the rest.

“I seem to be out of spoons. But just a moment! It shouldn’t take me long to hunt down my great-gram’s good silver and…”

“Here’s a spoon! Use this Thorin.”

Bilbo could only gape as his Love Spoon which had been locked in his china cabinet went sailing across the room to end up in Thorin’s hand. The dwarf with the hair in three different points seemed completely unapologetic at Bilbo’s betrayed and incredulous look.

“NO! WAIT! YOU CAN’T…!”

Bilbo watched as his Love Spoon touched Thorin’s lips before the dwarf pulled it away to give him an annoyed look.

“Yes, Master Baggins?”

Bilbo couldn’t respond. He was stunned. No, it was more than that. He was floored! He was flabbergasted. He was…married. By Yavanna’s Green Gardens, he was MARRIED!

“Master Hobbit? You’re looking a little grey, lad.” One of the other dwarves observed.

Bilbo couldn’t even respond. His head felt too light, his body too heavy, and his vision too dark. He was barely aware of the sensation of falling, before his world went blessedly dark.

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Each of the Free Peoples of Middle Earth had their own point of pride. For the elves, it was their arts and respect of the land. For dwarves, it was their beards and their battle prowess. For men, it was their ingenuity and courage. And for hobbits, it was food. Now one might say, look at these silly little creatures who value that which should just be a necessity, but it was no small task to create seven individual meals each day and make each one just as tasty as the last. Culinary was an art to the hobbits, from the growing of the produce to the care of livestock to having all the proper tools in your kitchen. So yes, hobbits could be quite vain when it came to recipes and preparation. Therefore, it shouldn’t be too surprising that their courting customs also revolved around food.

When they reach their majority, every hobbit is encouraged to carve or forge a spoon that would be their Love Spoon. It’s a very sacred process as no talking can be done during the crafting of the spoon. All of their energy must be concentrated on pouring their hopes and dreams for the future into their spoon. Reflecting especially on what type of spouse would compliment them most, what type of marriage they hope to have, and what vows they would make to honor and cherish them. The symbols etched into their spoon would showcase all of this so that way when their future spouse used it for the first time, they knew exactly what they were getting out of this marriage.

And that’s it. Once someone has taken a bite from a dish prepared by the spoon’s owner, they are married in the eyes of the Shire. The act is reciprocated, and the lucky couple move in together in marital bliss. When Bilbo crafted his spoon, he wanted only the best for his future spouse. He slaved away in the hot forge every summer with the old dwarf, Ushmik, who rented it out during the warm months, trying to learn the art of silversmithing. He threw away spoon after spoon until finally settling on a design he liked. Camellia (longing for you), holly (domestic happiness), and jasmine (desire for adventure).

Bilbo had felt so proud of his spoon, feeling like he had pulled all of his favorite qualities from his parents’ marriage. However, every suitor who got a glimpse was immediately turned off by the jasmine. All except for Rafe Brandybuck, but that didn’t work out for a multitude of other reasons. So Bilbo resigned himself as the bachelor of the Hill, especially after his parents’ death. His Love Spoon was taken out once a week for a quick polish, but otherwise it was left to a life of sitting on a shelf. Never to meet the lips of another. And now Bilbo had a dwarven husband.

“I’ll be alright, Gandalf. Just let me sit quietly for a moment.” Bilbo requested as he slowly sipped from the cup that was offered to him by the silver haired dwarf who had made himself quite comfortable with Bilbo’s tea selections.

“You’ve been sitting quietly for far too long, Bilbo Baggins.” Gandalf snapped, jerking Bilbo’s attention up at him. “Tell me, when did doilies and your mother’s china become so important? I remember a young hobbit who would want nothing more than to know what was outside his door.”

That’s when it occurred to him. Gandalf didn’t know what had just happened. Bilbo gave a mirthless chuckle before spelling it out for the high and mighty wizard.

“He ate. From my Love Spoon.”

Gandalf’s eyebrows shot up as Bilbo snorted into his cup.

“Thorin did?” Gandalf clarified.

“Yes.”

There was a moment of silence between the two before Gandalf continued, much more gently.

“Bilbo…dwarves won’t know the significance of what just occurred. We can just pretend…”

“I’ll know, Gandalf.” Bilbo interrupted sharply. “I will know my Spoon touched the lips of another. How could I ever begin a marriage with such deception? How could you ask that of me?”

Gandalf heaved a sigh before softly settling himself on the neighboring armchair. His hand lightly patted Bilbo’s arm.

“I’m sorry, Bilbo.”

Tears welled up in the hobbit’s eyes even as he smiled up at the older being.

“Can I tell you…I’m actually relieved?” Bilbo barked out a wet laugh. “That Bracegirdle lass has been trying to steal it for the last couple of months. Wants the status of being married to a Baggins. Doesn’t matter to her if she can’t fulfill the vows or not. But I don’t have to worry about that any more, because even though I’m still in a loveless marriage…Thorin will be gone soon. I’ll still get to live the remainder of my life…as I have been.”

A sob tore its way from his throat and he quickly tried to cover his face. How undignified to be crying in front of a near stranger over a future he didn’t even want anymore. Wordlessly, Gandalf handed Bilbo a handkerchief and Bilbo thanked him as he worked to dry his face.

“Bilbo…I wish circumstances were different. But you don’t have to write your marriage away so quickly. Join Thorin’s quest, help him take back his homeland, get to know him along the way. I think he’ll surprise you, perhaps as much as you’ll surprise yourself.”

“Take back his homeland…from what?” Bilbo sniffed.

The wizard remained silent making Bilbo immediately suspicious as he glared up at the taller being through bloodshot eyes.

“From what, Gandalf?”

“Oh…just a dragon.”

“WHAT?!” Bilbo jumped to his feet, the handkerchief floating down to the ground, forgotten with Bilbo’s sadness at the moment.

“Is my new husband the craziest dwarf to exist?!” Bilbo demanded.

“It was my idea Bilbo…” Gandalf tried to interrupt.

“Then he’s the type of person to listen to wizards’ crazy ideas! Even better!”

“I think if you would just hear him out…”

“And just what is to be my role in this journey, Gandalf? The Company’s cook, the voice of reason?”

“The Burglar.” Gandalf sighed with obvious annoyance.

“The BURGLAR! I don’t know what stories you’re spreading about me, Gandalf, but let it be said I’ve never stolen a thing in my life! Perhaps some sticky fingers as a faunt, but really. And from under the nose of a dragon, no less. Well, you’ve convinced me. This is absolutely, without a doubt, the most INSANE…”

“DO NOT MAKE ASSUMPTIONS YET, BILBO BAGGINS!” Gandalf roared.

Shadows crept up from behind the wizard along Bilbo’s walls, cowing the small hobbit rather quickly indeed. Just as quickly as they had come though, they were gone, and Gandalf’s warm, albeit slightly apologetic, demeanor returned.

“Talk to Thorin. Ask him about the quest. Tell him about your spoon. Then decide if it’s worth it or not.”

Bilbo nodded enthusiastically even if he was quite sure as to what his answer would still be. At least it would get the crazy wizard off his back. Bilbo turned and walked straight back to his dining room, only to discover the dwarves were no longer there. Thorin’s bowl still remained though, along with Bilbo’s Love Spoon. The hobbit felt himself drawn to touch it. Almost as if it would feel different now that it had fulfilled its purpose. However, he drew his hand back at the last moment. What an absurd notion.

No, he was quite certain once his dwarven nightmare was over, he would wash and dry and place the spoon back in its usual spot amongst his china. His life would change very little except he knew in his heart he would catch himself wondering after his wayward husband; whether the dwarf reached his destination or not. He briefly entertained the idea of maybe writing Thorin before he remembered what awaited the dwarves at the end of their journey. Grim as it may be, there was a very decent chance Bilbo would be a widow in just a few short…months? Years? Just how far was this homeland anyways?

Bilbo heaved a large sigh, running his fingers through his hair. It had certainly been a long evening. Deciding to focus on just finding his guests and making sure they weren’t destroying his map collection or something next, Bilbo was about to head down the hall when he heard something that stopped him in his tracks. Music coming from his sitting room, and it was the most tragically beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

Tiptoeing on silent feet, he crept closer pressing his back against the wall next to the entry way as he poked his head around the corner. Yavanna have mercy, it was Bilbo’s new husband who’s gruff voice seemed to be penetrating his very soul. Bilbo ducked back out as he slid down the wall, plopping himself right there on the floor. Never had he heard such a sad tale and sung with such fervor. If Bilbo closed his eyes, it was like he was there. Feeling the heat upon his face, smelling the pines, hearing the ‘clink’ of tools against precious metals. So lost in the experience, Bilbo hadn’t even realized it was finished until he heard his name.

“Master Baggins? What are you doing?”

Bilbo’s eyes shot open as he looked up to see Thorin staring down at him with a raised brow. Bilbo quickly jumped to his feet, brushing his hands down his front if only to distract from his bright red cheeks.

“I was hoping to have a word with you actually, if you don’t mind.” Bilbo noticed the bald dwarf and the white haired one coming up behind him. “Privately, if I may.”

Thorin looked over his shoulder in time for the bald dwarf to scowl and shake his head. The white haired dwarf looked appraising before nodding in agreement.

“Very well.” Thorin decided, leading Bilbo down his own hallways.

Bilbo nearly had to jog to keep up wondering if the older dwarf was Thorin’s father or something based on the appraising look he had received. Once Thorin deemed they were far enough away, he spun around to face Bilbo.

“Speak.” He ordered.

Bilbo screwed up his face trying to keep from focusing on the rudeness that seems to be this dwarf’s default language.

“I feel, we may have gotten off on the wrong foot.” Bilbo began only to be interrupted by Thorin’s snort of amusement.

“Is that all it was?” The dwarf demanded, his arms crossed performing a similar circle of Bilbo as he did in Bilbo’s entryway.

“Well, I…it’s not as if I were expecting company!” Bilbo spluttered.

“No, I imagine you didn’t. You probably don’t expect much beyond the safety of your Shire norms.”

“And just what are you implying, Master Thorin?” Bilbo demanded, squaring up to the taller being as much as he could.

“I know you.” Thorin dropped his voice.

Bilbo’s heart leapt forward at the implication of such a simple phrase. And he’s found him lacking. Everyone finds him lacking. Thorin leaned in closer, and Bilbo just knew he had to see the fear dancing over his face, because his smirk slipped just slightly and his eyes narrowed.

He continued his thought though in that low, deep drawl of his. “I had you pegged five seconds into our meeting.”

Bilbo swallowed around the tight lump forming in his throat.

“Please, enlighten me.” Bilbo challenged.

Thorin held eye contact for a long moment, before his shoulders squared back, as if in effort to pull himself up taller. Bilbo refused to be cowed though, which seemed to be noticed by the twitch in Thorin’s eyebrow and the quirk of his lips.

“You have the biggest burrow in the town. I noticed as I passed by…twice, thinking it had to be an inn or a palace.”

Bilbo opened his mouth to interrupt, but Thorin continued.

“So you are a hobbit lord which means you probably have too much time and too much money on your hands. You are polite, kind-hearted, considering you haven’t thrown us out yet, but you don’t go out of your way to help people if tonight has been any indicator. You thirst for adventure, as noted by the sheer volume of maps on your walls, but you fear danger. Because why else would you still be here?

And that’s what can’t be overlooked. I can handle spoiled, pompous, inexperience, but your fear would doom us. All I’ve asked of my kin is loyalty, honor, and a willing heart. I can afford to accept no less from you. And if that is something you can’t give, stay here.”

Bilbo swallowed and swallowed again after Thorin had finished, his eyes having fallen to his toes long before Thorin had finished. It was perhaps the third time that he tried to speak that he realized he absolutely hated how close to the truth Thorin actually managed to land. The only part Bilbo felt he could argue was he wasn’t kind-hearted. He hasn’t felt anything but cold and numb in that cavity for a very long time.

“Y-You’re…”

“Wrong?” Thorin mocked.

Bilbo winced. He thought it was an unnoticeable thing until Thorin snorted.

“As I thought.”

Slowly, a little flame he didn’t know he had anymore began to take life inside him. His chin lifted until he was able to meet Thorin’s gaze directly.

“You are though.” He admitted softly, his voice gaining volume as his confidence grew. “Yes, you are. Because you think you have people figured out the moment you walk in a room. Well people have the capacity for change! Not that you seem to be keen on allowing it. I’ve had one evening and half a song to summarize just what you came here asking for my help with in the first place! You say you know me, but you’ve only guessed at a fraction of who I am. And it’s okay that you don’t believe it yet. I just know I want to be there when you realize it for the first time. That even a little hobbit from the Shire is capable of rising above his shortcomings and taking on a dragon.”

Thorin’s brows pinched together, and Bilbo took it as a victory as he watched his eyes swim in surprise and perhaps a small amount of admiration. It was a heady feeling that Bilbo figured most didn’t get to experience from Thorin Oakenshield. So he drank in every last drop until he was drowning under that gaze. A small shout from down the hall broke the spell, and Bilbo was able to avert his eyes feeling a little foolish at staring for so long. He was certain to have made his guest quite uncomfortable which was not very becoming, no matter how rude said guest may be.

“In any case,” Bilbo cleared his throat, his attention most decidedly staying clear of the dwarf before him. “I’m sure you will want to get some rest. You have an early morning after all. I do hope you and your Company have a pleasant evening, Master Thorin.”

“Wait!” Thorin’s arm reached out and snared Bilbo’s own before he could completely turn away.

Bilbo blinked up at him in alarm, and the dwarf released his grip.

“So…will you come?”

Bilbo’s jaw dropped. “I…”

He couldn’t be serious! Did he not just spell out all the ways Bilbo would be an imposition? Bilbo huffed a sigh, feeling suddenly and inexplicably weary.

“Why don’t you ask me again in the morning when I have a fresher perspective?”

Thorin hesitated before giving him a sharp nod.

“As you say, Master Baggins.”

Bilbo watched him all the way down the hall. It didn’t occur to him until Thorin was out of sight completely that he never quite managed to follow Gandalf’s suggestions. They barely touched the quest, and Bilbo didn’t tell him about their predicament. But perhaps that was something Thorin had managed to get wrong about him. Bilbo wasn’t kind. Because this selfish need to hold on to Thorin a bit longer, hold on to the idea of finally having a spouse, wasn’t a kindness. To Thorin…or himself.

#birthday plot bunnies #the hobbit #bagginshield #accidental marriage au #redemption winner

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weaselbeaselpants · 2 years ago

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Trying to be careful in how I go about this post, since it's not an accusation or slander of any kind, more of a trip down deviantart memory lane for me. I'm nervous mostly because I've seen some Lackadaisy fans and HazbinHelluva fans starting to butt heads about which animated short is better. C'mon guys, no fights or I'm putting you all on time out.

The first time and the first person who introduced myself to Tracy Butler and the Lackadaisy comic was actually Vivzmind (that's VivziePop's old da username. Will always subconsiously call her that in my head even though 'Pop' sounds better). I vividly remember Viv had filled out one of the then really popular 2010 meme template things called an "Inspiration Map", and in the bottom she had Lackadaisy and linked to Tracy's page and called it "so good". I'm 100 percent sure that much of Lackadaisy, the webcomic, inspired Viv's interest with jazz age memorabillia. I mean it was already there given that Viv loves Princess and the Frog and Chicago, but I really think Lackaidaisy had a hand in creating Husk and Angel as they were seen in 2013- onward.

Yes, I know protoAngel and Arachnis died in the 1940s and Husk died in the 60s I think (also, I think Husk's final design was mostly done by Faustisse??? the hazbin stans feel free to correct that one ), but Husk's extraevegant casino-inspired look and detailed design feels like a Hazbin fusion of Mordecai, Rocky and Zib all at once and if nothing else inspired by Tracy's grand stand alone artwork of the Lackadaisy cast. Viv takes a lot of inspiration from fellow artists and to me it's clear she mused Tracy back in the day. Meanwhile, I'm not convinced half the reason Angel was/still is a mobster is related to her love of Lackadaisy, even if he and his brother are spider things, not cats. I can't unsee it, is all I mean.

If we're talking jazz-age inspo, I think Viv's world is flashy and simple in terms of depth where Lackadaisy's characters and world is a lot more nuance and definitely more researched, than Hazbin. Viv kins Chicago way better than she does Lackadaisy with her use of aesthetics and flare. When I say I personally take issue w Viv's art it's not that I think it looks bad on principle or because "ew sexymans everywhere = bad". I like sexymans and I love Viv's style. What frustrates me and other critics of Viv's art is it's all about what looks pleasing to her at the time and that's it. For the record- that's not inherently a bad thing-

Tim Burton, in case you didn't know, works the exact same way with his personal art and why he puts certain things in his movies. Ever wonder why Oogie Boogie's theme is casinos and Mars Attacks ends in Vegas? It's literally just because Tim spent a lot of time in Vegas and thinks Vegas and casinos are cool. ((Oogie was also kind of Elfman's brainbaby and a loveletter to Fleischer, but regardless)). My issue with Viv liking herself some edgy sex jokes, bowties, skinny guys, sharp edges and loud designs isn't that they're bad on that 'draw what I feel like' principle. It's that, unlike Tim or Tracy Butler, she continues to do it in ways that kind of hurt the character's designs and even personalities. You can absolutely pitch a character as "demon who died a 40s gangster so looks like a mobster spider freak and is just as manic and obnoxious in death as he was in life"- but when you keep only some aspects of his mobster look alive and get rid of others in lieu of the new personality you've basically grafted him into; "complex sleazy pornstar who's at once unapologetic about his perviness but feels trapped and exploited by his own interests and is also named after a drug from the 80s"...it just kinda falls apart.Because almost every other male character in Hazbin and Helluva have bowties, Angel's doesn't exactly stick out or feel like either a gangster or a cheeky pornstar aesthetic. Same goes with Moxxie in Helluva- he's supposed to be a gangster from a gangster demon family, which as a twist is kind of neat but in execution kinda fails because he doesn't exactly read hitman or gangster the rest of the time even though he wears a suit. Between his personality+demeanor, Moxxie's outfit screams more...tap dancer than gangster. It feel confused and kind of overconvuluted is what I'm trying to say.

While not everyone can be Tracy Butler, by contrast you can see through the ages how her characters have come into their own through the decade since Lackadaisy started, which leaves in interesting feel for characters like Mordecai, f.e.

In the comic proper Mordecai is a straight-faced and kind of terrifying hitman who's both good at killing and getting the job done, so he feels very serious even when he's cracking jokes or playing off the goofier characters. In the years since the first volume was finished though, while Mordecai himself has stayed serious in the comic, the readers have gotten the peek into his past ahead of the 'main'-ish cast with the prequel comics about Morty and Victor working together and Mordecai still being an overly serious nerd but also a pissy neat freak. I think the latest parts of the comic featuring Mordecai have done a great job at alluding to what's funny about him while still keeping him relatively serious. It's obvious the fandom love for this character and Tracy's own love for him rubbed off on his portrayal in what exists of vol 3 so far. Tracy's also made changes and add ons to Mordecai's final character that feel consistant with the mostly basic character he was introduced as, more of a fleshing out of his character than a departure of who/what he has always been written to be.

I want so much to like, even love Viv's characters y'see, it's just that they kind of feel like Viv decides them a finished character upon first creating them and not when after she's truly introduced or finished working on them. This is the case with Angel, with Millie, with Stolas, with Lucifer. It's why I don't care for Sir Pent as his design reads too competant for the kind of folly he's ultimately supposed to be. Viv literally made him a permanent part because she just really liked his design, but what's been seen of him in and out of canon kinda shows two different types of characters the writers are desperate to insist are one in the same, or which naturally flow into the other...but they just don't? Yes, even for what is seen now. Some ppl say the way Viv's characters are fleshed out is like if the writers are writing fanfiction of their own property. It feels that way because rather than writing and designing for the sake of the character, the writers are writing for themselves. They're being self indulgent. Their appraising with the cast that doesn't feel earned because the actual depth the cast needs as characters hasn't happened yet (see also: Millie), just alluded to, and the writers being fans of their own work so much means they can't recognize that and keep up the indulgence parade. I "know", because I can recognize myself doing it when I get hyperfixated on my blorbos and so only write about them and my headcanons relating to them. The rest o the cast is important because otherwise your fav side character has nothing/no one to bounce off of. As much as I love Mordecai, the tale of Lackadaisy is not his story alone and the main character is Rocky.

Still tho, none of this should ever imply that Lackadaisy as a property is competition or better or worse than Hazbin and Helluva Boss. All of this is just *Dude voice* my opinion mayn. Even if it wasn't, both shorts and series have their own world and inspirations. Maybe all the business I laid out about Viv's writing is what's actually appealing to you as a fan and not a take away, maybe my Mordecai hypothesis doesn't cut how underwhelmed by the character and the short. IDK. While I think they have inspiration to thank for each other's existence...please don't bother the staff who worked on these or act like their problem is that one of them 'needs to be' the other. That wasn't my point. I don't want Hazbin or Helluva to be Lackadaisy at all. They're their own thing and shouldn't be treated like one in the same because of who created what and who worked on both pilots.

Let's not dip back into the time we were all "Star vs the Forces of Evil is what Steven Universe SHOULD BE, there's no way comparing these two it's a competition could cloud our judgement of either shows!!8D 8D 8D "

#helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #spindlehorse critical #lackadaisy #lackadaisy critical #This entire post was a ruse to demand Angel Dust's hat back btw

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slumbergoblin · 2 years ago

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Slapping this list of... things.. that I've had for Stratos and Betrayus here on The Tumblr™ (Nothing is in order and uhhh some of this is not new and subject to change)

Stratos:

has bouts of insomnia (projecting? yes.)

has night terrors (they died down somewhat years after the loss of Betrayus)

partook in boxing to help pay for Betrayus's top surgery (Stratos was like, 18 - mid 20s, and Betrayus is a trans man lets freakingg goooo)

gets really into baking and gets really good at it

used to be a part of a jock clique in highschool

feels extreme guilt over the loss of his younger brother

does not like traveling or exploring (ironic, right?)

is only the president to protect his brother (Pacopolis was desperate during one of the last ghost wars and lost their former president, it probably wouldn't work like this but whatever)

doesn't like living in the roundhouse so he willingly drives 2 - 3 hours back to his actual house (Jesus Christ Stratos)

met Sir C during one of his final boxing matches (so Stratos was like, 24… 25 maybe??)

admires Betrayus for the hard work he does (not even close to canon but w/e this is my house now)

totally thinks for like, a good long while that Betrayus hates his guts

Betrayus (previously alive):

was forced to do many school activities, most of which he did not want to do

excelled throughout middle school and highschool

loves food (has eyes bigger than his stomach #same)

has been all over Pac world (he was in the military after all)

met Zac and Sunny while he was stationed (somewhere)

took part in the last war between ghosts and Pac Worlders (?)

the more he tagged along with Zac and Sunny the more he learned about the Nether Realm (whenever they ventured in there of course)

likes to write (wrote Mei letters while he was out doing military thingz™️ :))

has/had journals that were written during has years as a commander

grew more cold towards people growing up (probably due to the loss of his father)

grew less cold after slowly allowing himself to be more vulnerable (you can thank Mei for that)

used to have long hair that Rotunda would put into her signature-traitor-family-hairstyle©️

got called 'sir' at some point when he was little and had short hair (he realized he wanted to be a boy)

resents Stratos because he was often given everything while he had to work for what he wanted

grew distant from his brother and his mother (but never hated them)

is a really good liar (the only two who can tell when he is lying is Mei and Stratos)

gains a somewhat stone-cold expression just like his mother

Betrayus (ghost):

was banished to the Nether Realm because he was the suspected reason as to why so many people went missing

even ghosts that guard the entrance to the Nether Realm don't allow Betrayus to leave (there's a treaty-thing going on between both worlds)

wears gloves to not burn things (also has several gloves for several occasions)

he was given the role of being the new Lord of Fire

all of the Ghost Lords were iffy about Betrayus taking up Igneous's mantel (except for Kai and Una)

made himself look the way that he is now (originally he looked more like a normal ghost, but changed after becoming the new Lord)

ends up becoming super grouchy and cruel, by this time Pac is about to attend Maze High

eventually becomes friends with the ghost gang (the ghost gang also have a "hey wait- you're the reason we're down here!" moment)

has some heart-to-heart conversations with Butler from time to time

becomes absolutely livid when he hears that Stratos is now the President

has not seen Elli since she was a newborn

(this one is a brand new thought) he 'plays his part' when he notices how Pacopolis sees him I.E. he's like "you see me as the bad guy? Fine. I'll be the bad guy."

probably ended up a fire ghost because of his passion to fight for what he thinks is right (he's loud and unapologetic for it)

Uhhh I think that is all... for now...

#pmatga #betrayus spheros #stratos spheros #pmatga rewrite #woo baby this is a long one #as i'm jotting new things down i'm like #'if he didn't have a burning passion for the things he enjoys he probably would have been an ice ghost'#Ive been thinking about the unpopular opinion post a lot and I'm like 'wow! I like my Betrayus more than the canon one!'#he's just a guy who got wrapped up in stuff he shouldn't have :(#copy-pasted the first two halves from discord baybeee

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whimsicaldragonette · 2 years ago

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Audio ARC Review: Ander & Santi Were Here by Jonny Garza Villa

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Publication Date: May 2, 2023

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Aristotle and Dante meets The Hate U Give meets The Sun Is Also A Star: A stunning YA contemporary love story about a Mexican-American teen who falls in love with an undocumented Mexican boy. Finding home. Falling in love. Fighting to belong. The Santos Vista neighborhood of San Antonio, Texas, is all Ander Martínez has ever known. The smell of pan dulce. The mixture of Spanish and English filling the streets. And, especially their job at their family's taquería. It's the place that has inspired Ander as a muralist, and, as they get ready to leave for art school, it's all of these things that give them hesitancy. That give them the thought, are they ready to leave it all behind? To keep Ander from becoming complacent during their gap year, their family "fires" them so they can transition from restaurant life to focusing on their murals and prepare for college. That is, until they meet Santiago López Alvarado, the hot new waiter. Falling for each other becomes as natural as breathing. Through Santi's eyes, Ander starts to understand who they are and want to be as an artist, and Ander becomes Santi's first steps toward making Santos Vista and the United States feel like home. Until ICE agents come for Santi, and Ander realizes how fragile that sense of home is. How love can only hold on so long when the whole world is against them. And when, eventually, the world starts to win.

My Rating: ★★★★★

*My Review below the cut.

My Review:

This is an absolutely gorgeous story. It sucked me in from the very beginning, making me instantly love and care about the characters, and never let me go. It's about courage and bravery in the face of unfair authority, about finding who you are and what you want to do and who you want to be with, about embracing your roots and being unapologetically yourself no matter what anyone else says. Ander is a dramatic nonbinary teen in San Antonio who is getting increasing recognition for their murals and preparing to go to Chicago for art school. Santi is a shy and quiet undocumented immigrant teen fleeing from the violence that killed half his family. They meet in Ander's family's restaurant and sparks fly. Their love story is raw and honest and changes each of them for the better, giving them hope and courage and determination. Santi wears his heart on his sleeve for Ander, who does the same, and they fit together so well. I loved the many scenes of Ander painting and the way Santi loves all of their paintings. The way it's described, you can tell that the author is very familiar with artists and perhaps is one themself. There is so much love infused in each of those scenes and descriptions. I also loved how loving and accepting Ander's family are in this book. They are loud and they argue but the love always shines through and they support Ander through everything. Ander's friends also come through for them and show their love. Ander comes from such a vibrant, loving family that I was jealous. I also loved that the conflict does not touch Ander's nonbinary identity. It is an established fact at the beginning of the book and no one questions it. It never takes a central role except as an essential part of Ander. Ander is nonbinary and that's the end of it. The conflict, instead, first centers around Ander's self-doubt about their future as an artist and the way the influences they want their art to be shaped by, and then later, as Ander begins to figure themself out, the conflict shifts to center around Santi's undocumented status and his future and their future together. It's masterfully done, and never feels forced or artificial. ICE is a looming threat throughout the last quarter of the book, and things take a bit of a darker tone, but Ander and Santi grow to meet the challenges they are faced with and the ending felt right and inevitable and perfect. Did I cry? yes. Was it worth it? Definitely yes. 10/10 would read again. The audiobook was brilliantly performed, with every character feeling distinct and real, with their own voice and tone. The way the different character voices carried emotion was excellent. The sprinkling of Spanish scattered throughout also was performed excellently and enhanced the setting for me, making it feel more real. Did I understand all the words? No. Did I understand the meaning behind them? Yes. And the emotions and tone they were delivered with helped with that. This book needs to be in libraries and classrooms everywhere in this country. And it definitely needs to win some awards. *Thanks to NetGalley and Macmillan Audio for providing an early copy of the audiobook for review.

#jonny garza villa #ander & santi were here #best books of 2023 #favorites #netgalley #arc review #shilo reads #queer romance #YA contemporary #nonbinary mc #undocumented love interest #artist mc

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shingia · 3 years ago

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request for dating connie hcs please!!!!!

dating connie springer

↳ i didn’t think i would be able to write that request so fast but what can i say? i’m a connie kinda girl hehe

• it’s actually insane how genuinely happy he makes you feel, it’s like the euphoria of your early relationship never went away

• people in the street would see the way you guys look at each other and be like “ah, young love…”, when you guys have been dating for like five years

• golden retriever boyfriend. there, i said it. he’s always down for anything

• he’s your #1 supporter, constantly rooting for you, even for the smallest things

• he’s not a morning person, but he will be for you. like- if jean ever tried to wake him up at 11am, he’d probably get kicked in the crotch. but if you ever woke him up at 5am because you had a bad dream, he’d be the sweetest and most patient boy ever

• back hugs you at the most unexpected moments, like when you’re brushing your teeth or washing the dishes

• you two are a menace on karaoke nights, because you spend so much time singing together in his car

• so !! many !! inside !! jokes !!

• dull days simply don’t exist when dating connie, so you guys have billions of memories together. you can spend entire evenings just laughing your asses off together with some “remember that time when…”

• and pls his laugh is so loud it’s even funnier than the initial thing

• also, he has the habit of saying ‘i love you’ at the most random times

• for example, if we go back to your inside jokes: he could be literally crying-laughing at one of them, a ‘holding his stomach’ kind of laugh, and then suddenly say something like “oh wow, i love you so much” while wiping his tears

• it’s just so obvious to him that he sometimes forgets how much it makes you swoon

• another thing that he does very spontaneously is complimenting you. and by that i mean that you could just be reading a book on the couch, and he’d be like “holy shit you’re so hot”

• no matter how long you guys have been dating, he still pretends to yawn and stretch before wrapping his arm around your shoulders when you’re watching a movie

• he’s pretty ambivalent when it comes to spooning, it depends on his mood (just know that clingy connie will never be the big spoon)

• he absolutely loses his shit when he sees you wearing his clothes. definitely takes a picture of you and posts it in his private story with “i won” as a caption

• 100% a bag holder boyfriend

• and he lets you pick out clothes for him when you go shopping. and he’s gonna model the shit out of it in the fitting room

• but tbh i feel like you could also let him pick out clothes for you (now that would make him proud)

• and pls he’d look so cute walking around the shop, already holding four different bags, and looking for the most jaw-dropping pieces he can find

• “come here i gotta see if it fits your complexion”, he’d say and put the clothes next to your face. the man is dedicated

• and does he pay for everything? absolutely

• also, when i said that he’s already holding four bags, it’s not gonna stop him from holding your hand as well. doesn’t matter if he has to hold the four bags in the other

• so yes, it’s safe to say that connie’s an ‘acts of service’ kinda guy. i mean, just ask him to open a pickle jar for you and he’s the happiest man on earth

• however words of affirmation are also his strong suit. he’s unapologetically smitten and he wants you to know it

• sometimes he does it by text, and he feels like he has to type in all caps for you to understand exactly how much he means it:

• “I LOVE YOU AND I CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU TONIGHT SAY IT BACK”

• and you always do, because you know he’s not gonna drop it until you do

a/n: as always i feel like i have SO MUCH MORE TO SAY kshdkshsj but i’m gonna stop here <3

REBLOGS/FEEDBACK ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED!

#i love him your honor <3 #made with love 💌#alma.aot #aot x reader #aot fluff #connie springer #connie x reader #connie fluff #connie aot #snk fluff #snk imagines #aot imagines #aot scenarios #connie springer scenarios #connie x you

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this-acuteneurosis · 3 years ago

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hello i'd just like to say i absolutely LOVE dlb and all the works in it. i binged the first two works and caught up with duty bound within two days. speaking of duty bound, i love it sm so far and i was just wondering perhaps are we going to see leia break anytime soon? snap maybe? I just think she deserves to go at least a bit feral, y'know as a little treat.

I mean, my short answer is...spoilers. Sorry.

But I'm willing to talk about this a bit conceptually because I've had a lot of comments both on AO3 and here that basically come back to this question.

I'll lead with a short note: I am a big fan of a well placed feral moment. A perfect snap of temper, a breaking point at the top of a long build. Very cathartic.

That being said, one of the things I've very deliberately avoided in this story is Leia being prone to violent outbursts, except in very specific circumstances. Even when she's emotionally compromised.

I'll casually and loosely cite OT canon for this. When captured by Vader, watching Alderaan's destruction, arguing with Han when they are escaping Hoth, captured on Bespin, most of her confrontations with Jabba, when Luke leaves on Endor. None of these situations provoke a violently out of control Leia. Emotional yes. Loud, certainly. Angry? Oh quite visibly.

And I'm definitely a fan of "Leia has a temper/emotionality similar to her father."

But I think it's important, even and especially, when suggesting her temper is like Anakin's, to point out the differences in how they handle that. Anakin/Vader made Bad Choices. He was 1000% sabotaged by Palpatine, who is an excellent manipulator, and even with all of the other good influences in Anakin's life, he ended up controlling, impulsive, and unapologetically aggressive.

I think it's a Big Deal that his daughter, who could so easily be so much like him, had excellent role models that not only taught her how to manage her feelings in theory, but in practice. In spite of how much danger it put her in, they taught her to fight for others, to lie for just causes, to kill when necessary, and to question authority. Which is hilarious because they were also raising her to be a monarch.

What Palpatine implied Anakin had the right to do, Bail and Breha taught Leia she had the responsibility to do conscientiously, compassionately, and with her eyes wide open to the consequences.

And Damn if what happened to Alderaan wasn't a clear and unequivocal illustration of the consequences. (It is quite possible that Tarkin's actions to compel Leia killed more people in one moment than Vader did in his entire life.)

I'm not going to come down hard and say you will never see DLB Leia lose it and punch someone, or shoot them, or possibly Force chuck them into a wall or over a cliff. (I have so little control over these characters, guys, you have no idea.) She has it in her. And I regularly try and illustrate how her thoughts and inclinations can be very violent.

But I don't believe Anakin being Like That was inevitable. Any more than I believe Luke being kind was a genetic quality, or Padmé's passion for justice was something she was just born with. These are things that were fostered in these characters by the people they knew and the circumstances they found themselves in. And I believe that Leia, at her core, is a person with deep feelings on right and wrong and an enormous potential for quick, decisive, and yes even aggressive and violent action.

But she is Leia Naberrie-Skywalker Organa. There was no way her parents let her into the Imperial Senate without teaching her how to politely and even sweetly eviscerate a man with just words until he wished he were dead just so he could escape.

(Joke's on him, Leia can definitely see ghosts.)

#Don't Look Back #Leia Skywalker #Leia Organa #Bail Organa #Breha Organa #Anakin Skywalker #Darth Vader #well this was a bit longer than I had thought it would be

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 4 years ago

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A Beautiful Darkness (4)

Summary: Bucky and Steve meet another super soldier with a dark past and an unpredictable vicious nature. Both are drawn inexplicably to the woman who was now temporarily joining their team to help take down an enemy that had once again reared its ugly head.

Fandoms: Avengers

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: SMUT (DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE BELOW 18), Angst, Dry Dark Humour, Unapologetic Violence, Gore, Lots of Blood, Lots of Cussing, Torn Limbs, Biscuit Thievery, Mentions of Rape, Mentions of Torture, Mentions of Abuse, Hydra

A/N: No smut this chapter, but we needed to move the plot along. Next chapter will have a buffet of smut and will be the last for this series. Thank you everyone for showing love for my work. I feel so relieved that my first attempt at smut is getting feedback. Should we open requests? Do you have any requests?

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4: The Promise of Return

"How are we doing, team?" Tony's voice rang through the comms.

The low-rise was bursting with chaos, in large part due to you. The rest of the team arrived in record time just as you and Steve had breached the doors of the hideout. The enemy was struggling between battling the Avengers and getting the glitter out of their mouths. Your little surprise had ended up covering their whole hideout with a thick blanket of shiny particles similar to a heavy snowfall.

"I feel ridiculous punching someone who looks like a Christmas ornament. It just feels sad," Sam complained, the unmistakable sound of his fists connecting accompanying it.

"Why couldn't you just send them C4 like a normal person?" Clint said and you all heard him sneeze. "I got some in my nose guys. Man down!"

"I've been listening to some Mariah Carey lately," you shrugged, landing four more headshots. You leisurely walked in, winding through hallways and staircases while picking off anyone that stood in your way.

"East wing is clear," Steve said, all business. A sudden loud bang rang from his end and everyone hurried to ask if he was okay. "Correction. Not clear. Son of a bitch!"

"Language, Cap!" you teased, emptying your magazine in a particularly aggressive assailant. It was as easy as a carnival game to you. You were expecting Steve to groan at the old dig.

"I said filthier things to you last night and you weren't complaining, sweetheart."

"Oh hell no! TMI, man!" Sam whined at the same time Tony shrieked.

"Excuse me. What have you done to my Capsicle?"

Bucky's laughter was loud and unrestrained. The absolute amusement in how cocky his best friend had sounded was apparent in his tone. "I think you broke him, baby doll."

"Hold on! You're okay with this, Tin Man?" Tony gasped. You could clearly imagine the dumb surprised look on his face.

"It was my idea," Bucky snickered. Two daggers flew from his hands and landed deftly in the throats of two glittery attackers.

"So are you three together now?" Clint smirked, raining arrows on the floor below him.

"Guys, focus. We'll talk about it later," you chuckled.

"No, we are most definitely NOT talking about it later," Tony shuddered at the thought.

"Oh yes we are!" Natasha piped in. "In great detail."

You laughed as you skipped up the steps. The team's collective good mood distracted from the fury that was raging inside you. You were systematically going through each room and corner in search of the bastard who had the audacity to think he could capture you and turn you into a Super Soldier Pez dispenser.

"Anyone have eyes on Levy?" Clint said in your ear.

You kicked a door open with your foot and came face to face with the muzzle of a gun. You quirked a brow up and tilted your head to the side to get a better view. At the other end of that gun was a well built man who towered over you. Messy brown hair, pale skin, a crooked nose, and cold calculating green eyes.

Slowly, you raised your hands to not alarm him. You pointed your finger to your earpiece and when he made no acknowledgement you gently pulled it out of your ear and switched it off before dropping it on the floor.

You smirked up at him. "Hello, Allan. Heard you were looking for me."

He held the gun firmer toward your face but you didn't even flinch. "I'll kill you."

"No, you won't," you snickered, taking a step closer to him. The fact that he took a step back confirmed it. They needed you alive for what they wanted to use you for.

The gunshot rang painfully in your ears, almost as painful as the wound it caused on your hip. Your blood seeped through your tactical gear and stained your skin. It was just a flesh wound, a warning that he might not be able to kill you but he wasn't above putting a few holes in you. It still hurt like hell though.

You gritted your teeth as you clutched at the bleeding. "Great. The Avengers probably heard that so now we have to hurry the fuck out of here."

He looked at you confused. Were you going to get him out of here? Why would you help him escape the Avengers? His grip on the gun grew lax.

"I don't understand."

"Oh Allan, sweetie, honey boo," you cooed at him. "You clearly have no idea which bitch you're dealing with."

The smile that curved your lips would fuel his nightmares for years. You suddenly ducked and swung your leg at his hand throwing the gun across the room. You pounced on him and stuck the needle at the side of his neck emptying the contents immediately. He dropped to his knees, the drugs working his systems quickly. He fell to the floor with a loud thud and his eyes slowly closed.

"Night night, Allan."

## —— ## —– ##

Steve saw Bucky sprint up the stairs past him. "Where are you going, Buck?"

"Y/N isn't responding on the comms. I got a bad feeling."

Steve didn't need to hear more, blindly following behind him in search of your face. The dread crept up on him as all the possibilities ran through his mind. You could be hurt, captured, or worse. He didn't want to think about the worst case scenario or the fact that he wasn't there to prevent it.

Both soldiers entered a room and the creeping dread became a full blown wave that crashed into them.

"Steve?"

Bucky picked up your comms piece, a discarded gun was in the corner, and there was blood on the floor that they were hoping was not yours. There was no sign of Allan Levy, but more than that there was no sign of you.

"Guys?" Tony's voice came up in their ears. "We just all got sent a group text."

"A what?" Bucky was reeling from your absence, his hands opening and closing in fists trying to grasp at a trail that could lead them to you.

"It's from, Y/N."

"What's it say, Tony?" Steve asked urgently.

"BRB. Be right back."

## —— ## —– ##

16 days.

You had been uncontactable and untraceable for two weeks. No one knew where you were or what you were doing. The only thing they knew for sure was that you had Allan Levy with you. What you were doing with him though was anyone’s guess.

Bucky had been going out of his mind worrying about you. At first he insisted on solely focusing on finding you, unconvinced that you would return. He kept checking his phone praying for any messages from you, but none came. The worry eventually morphed into anger. He felt like you had abandoned him and not trusted him enough to tell him what you were planning.

Steve pulled him out of the downward spiral, roping him in to help instead with weeding out the Hydra spies under their roof. He was anxious about your disappearance too, but he reminded them both that they needed to have some faith in you. Surely you had your reasons. Surely you would return and explain everything. He had to keep believing that.

On the 17th day of your absence, the alarm blared across the compound.

“FRIDAY, status report,” Tony asked, his suit snapping on his body piece by piece.

“Intruders have been detected in the compound,” FRIDAY chimed.

“Where?” Steve said, hooking his shield on his forearm. He checked the rest of the team, nodding in satisfaction when he saw everyone poised for action. The team was already marching through the hallways when FRIDAY answered.

“South Wing detention center.”

The location struck everyone as odd. There was absolutely no reason for any hostiles to be down where they would eventually be locked up. They held no captives at the moment so even a breakout attempt was impossible. They burst through the doors as a team, weapons loaded and bodies tensed, only to be hit with a wave of de ja vu.

There you stood in front of them, leaning casually against the two way mirror with a smirk on your face. “Took you long enough.”

“Do you really have to be so dramatic with your entrances?” Tony protested loudly. You laughed at the comment because of all the people it had to come from him.

“Y/N?” a quiet voice came from the group.

You straightened up and chewed your lip nervously. You were sure that Steve and Bucky would be furious with you for leaving without a word. You deserved their anger and you expected the betrayal on their faces when you returned. You just couldn’t have them involved in what you needed to do, even the Soldat would balk at your methods. You were prepared to beg for their understanding and to earn back their trust however long it would take.

You were not prepared to be tackled by a beefy Super Soldier and shoved into their chest. Bucky’s arms were in a death grip around you and he immediately buried his nose in your neck breathing in the scent that he had been craving for weeks. You melted into the warmth of his body on yours and the small whimper he let out against your skin. You tentatively wrapped your arms around his back and nuzzled your face closer.

“Hey, Bucky,” you smiled against the fabric of his shirt.

He pulled you closer still as if he was afraid that you weren’t really there. You felt the thundering of his heart gradually settle down. You felt a different hand caress the back of your head, lifting your gaze you meet Steve’s. You poured every apology that was on the tip of your tongue into your eyes, saying without words that you had to leave them but it was certainly not an easy decision. He smiled lovingly down at you, understanding and longing clear on his face. They were just happy you were back.

Bucky snuggled his face against your cheek until you met his eyes. The guilt washed over you once more when you saw the hurt in his eyes, but behind that there was relief at your return. He lowered his lips to meet yours in a desperate kiss.

“Don’t scare me like that again, doll,” he whispered against your lips when you parted. You nodded hurriedly to assure him. Steve placed a finger gently under your chin to turn you to him.

“We missed you, sweetheart,” he said softly. You pry yourself from Bucky’s grip just far enough to reach out to Steve and pull him in for a kiss that made your whole body sag. You were home.

“Hate to break up the reunion, but would you be so kind as to explain the half dead looking man sitting in the interrogation room?” Tony said hesitantly. He still had a healthy fear of you as an individual.

“Hi, Tony.” You peeked around Bucky to smile warmly at him. “That’s my present for you. He’s ready to talk now.”

“Is that Allan Levy?” Clint said, leaning forward against the glass to peer at the captive.

“It took you over two weeks to get him to sing? You must be losing your touch, Y/N,” Natasha teased lightly.

“I thought he would like to go hunting first. He seemed to enjoy hunting me and the kids,” you snickered.

Everyone in the room knew you well enough that you taking him hunting didn’t mean running after bunny rabbits and deer. They took that moment to really look at the prisoner who was slumped over a chair in the other room. He was barefoot and they could clearly see that he had cuts on his feet and they were dirty from running constantly. His clothes were caked in mud and torn in places as if they had caught on sharp branches and vines. He had a variety of knife cuts spread all across his body with a few of what Clint was sure were arrow wounds. There were twigs and leaves in his hair and his face was bruised and beaten. He so obviously was the hunted. They all paled at the realization.

“I think I’ll go ahead and interview him now,” Natasha said slowly backing away from you.

“I’ll come with you,” Clint added.

“I’ll help,” Tony practically sprinted into the next room.

“I’ll take notes,” Sam quickly followed, chasing Tony.

You chuckled as the rest of the team shuffled away from you. The three of you watched through the two-way mirror; Bucky still clinging to you from behind like a koala and Steve interlacing his hand securely with yours.

Natasha didn’t need to work him at all. You had prepped him to a point that he would sell out his own mother if you asked him to. Allan Levy detailed their plans and named everyone he knew who was involved. It was a plan to kickstart the rise of Hydra, but they needed an army to do it.

He told them how when they couldn’t find you, they moved on to creating others like you. The serum didn’t bode well for many of their test subjects, leaving many of them dead or with such severe side effects that they had to be put down. They then tried to inject the serum into unborn babies; raping women or abducting pregnant women for their cause. None of them survived either. They had gone through a trial and error methodology and your heart ached painfully at the poor lost souls.

Steve noticed how your grip on his hand tightened at how Levy talked about these people as if they were mere lab rats. He noticed then how tired you looked; your face gaunt, eyes heavy and red rimmed, lackluster skin and hair. You were still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but it saddened him to see you without your usual glow.

After the failed attempts, they decided to look for you more aggressively. You had hid yourself so well that officially you didn’t exist. The only way they managed to get any kind of lead on you was when they captured two of the mutant kids that were involved in Project Olympus. Two kids who had grown to be incredible human beings with kind hearts. Two kids that you had burned the world down to create a safe future for them. Two kids who were supposed to be under your protection.

Captured. Tortured. Murdered.

All because you had hid yourself away.

Bucky heard the hitch in your throat and felt how your body twitched. Tears silently ran down your face and fell on his arms around you. You grieved for them. You grieved for the people they tested the serum on, for the women they had abused, and the children they had used. This was your fault. This was your burden to carry.

Tony fidgeted with his watch as he listened to the information. He squeezed his eyes shut as his own shoulders felt heavy. He didn’t begrudge you the methods you used on Levy, knowing what he knew now he was surprised you hadn’t done worse. He was surprised that he was still even alive. He made a mental note to order more of those biscuits you liked and to get started on your suit. Something told him that you were going to be a mainstay in this team.

You didn’t realize that Steve was brushing your tears from your face, too lost in the whirlwind of your emotion, until he pressed his lips gently to yours. You blinked up at him, calming down considerably with each stroke of his thumbs on your face.

“You should get some sleep, sweetheart,” he muttered.

“We’ll come see you tomorrow,” Bucky added.

Your eyes urgently searched theirs as you shook your head. “No. I don’t want to be alone. Please?”

The two shared a look before Steve nodded at you and kissed your forehead. Your body relaxed, succumbing to the physical and emotional fatigue of the past weeks. There was still work to be done and people who needed to pay for what they did, but for now you allowed yourself to sigh in bliss wrapped in the warmth of two super soldiers. This was home now. You were home now.

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cavalierious-whim · 2 years ago

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Gorou has been looking a little dull lately, so Itto takes him on a day out to polish him up a bit. Written for the Oni and the Shiba zine.

Read here on AO3 for better quality and tags/content warnings!

Gorou is beyond tired, weighed down by the sort of bone-weary exhaustion that doesn’t so easily dissipate.

With the end of the Vision Hunt Decree, and the opening of Inazuma’s borders, he can finally relax a little, but even then it feels odd. Gorou has had to keep on his toes for so long that he doesn’t know how to rid the restlessness in his bones.

He whines softly, brushing his fingers over the limp fur of his tail, dulled from stress. He rubs at the circles underneath his eyes, digging his fingers into the skin as though he can just massage them away. He cannot.

Even Kokomi has said something. “Gorou, there is no need to be on such high alert. Rest yourself, yes?”

“Easier said than done,” murmurs Gorou, his nose twitching at the thought.

“Heeeeeeeeeey,” calls someone, loud and clear.

Gorou’s tail twitches in his hand and he cocks his head to the side. “Itto,” he says, turning to greet him with a soft smile.

Itto looks him up and down, face wrinkling with concern. “Okay, I get it now. Little Miss Shrine Maiden rarely calls in favors.”

Gorou blanches. “Wait, she—”

“She was right to be concerned. Look at you.” Well, that’s just rude. Gorou is about to say just that when Itto shakes his head, thumbing at his chin as he thinks. “That’s it, then. Time to call in the big guns.”

“Big guns?” Oh, that sounds like the absolute worst idea, knowing Itto’s propensity to be more than over the top.

“Operation Bring-O Gorou back to his Primo Self-O, you catch my drift?”

Gorou appreciates the gesture but he’s too tired to deal with Itto’s wily shenanigans, as fond as he is of the man. “Itto, I’m thankful, but—”

“No can-do, my little doggie dude. I’m you’re numero uno, you know, which is why the Little Miss called me here. You won’t listen to her but maybe you’ll listen to me. And, because I care for ‘ya, I’m not letting it slide.”

Gorou rubs his nose, feeling the itch of stress coming on. But, at the same time, he smiles behind his palm. It’s hard to overlook Itto’s earnest efforts and the joy that he seems to get from helping others.

“Alright,” he finally says, giving Itto a fond look.

“Right-O! So what’s first? Some good ‘ole beetle battling? It’s been a while since I’ve taken the old hog for a spin.”

Gorou snorts softly at that. Beetle battling is more Itto’s forte but he finds himself agreeing nonetheless.

Operation Bring-O Gorou back to his Primo Self-O looks a lot like Itto taking Gorou on a date.

It isn’t the worst way to raise his spirits. He and Itto have gone on dates before, simple things that fit Itto’s often simple-minded temperament.

Gorou is quieter than Itto in the way that he carries himself. Softer-handed in his hobbies and the way that he acts in public, he tends to fade a little into the background—unless he finds himself on the battlefield, of course. Itto, on the other hand, is loud and brash, and though big-hearted, an annoyance at times.

These are also the things that Gorou finds winsome, his heart fluttering as he watches Itto rummage about. Itto is unapologetically himself, something that Gorou finds a hard balance to maintain when it comes to himself. Combined with his drive to do right by others…

The Arataki Gang is a gang in name only—they are mostly do-gooders, despite the image that they try to spread about.

They spend the day doing things that mostly Itto enjoys, despite the plan intending to cheer up Gorou instead.

Beetle Battles by the beach, which Gorou lets Itto win. He wasn’t trying, really, not the Itto noticed. Truthfully, it was nice to just sit back and watch, laughing at the animated way that Itto cheered his beetle fighter on.

They dodged the keen eyes of Kujou Sara, ducking behind an old shed. They weren’t doing anything, so they couldn’t have been arrested, even on a warrant of suspicion. But even Gorou doesn’t want to be around the woman more than he has to be, and he was perfectly fine playing a game of keeping out of her sight.

“Your tail,” says Itto suddenly, while they share tea in Ritou, watching the ocean waves crash against the port docks.

“Hm?” asks Gorou, turning to him.

“It’s… I mean, your hair too. It seems…” Itto’s brow creases as he thumbs at his chin, the gears whirring slowly in his brain. “You’re usually very… shiny? Uh, well-composed. Put together? Not to like, to compare you to a dog—wait, can I do that? I mean, you are a dog… kind of.”

“Itto.” Goroug laughs softly. “Take a breath.”

“I just mean that your… coat? Do you consider it a coat? Usually it’s like.. Shiny and soft, right? Like, I can pet through your hair, just how you like—” Gorous’s cheeks turn pink at that. “—and it’s all soft and silky. But I’ve noticed that…” Itto gestures vaguely at his tail where it sits across his lap.

Gorou didn’t even realize he’d been holding onto it, pulling at the stringy tufts idly. His fur lacks its usual luster and softness, and there are balding patches from where he’s tugged a little too hard. “Oh,” he murmurs, “I—it’s the stress. I know that things have calmed down, but it’s left over from before then.”

Itto falls uncharacteristically quiet. “I know things got a little rough for everyone, but you shouldn’t forget to take care of yourself. I might say I’m your numero uno, but it’s really yourself.”

Gorou sighs softly. “And what about you? All that big bluster about the Gang and trying to act tough. All you do is wind up helping others. Ever thought about taking some time for you? Doing what you want to do?”

“I am,” says Itto, looking admittedly confused. He rubs at a horn, nervously. “Look, I was just worried about you. I know we’ve been busy with rebuilding and stuff. Haven’t had much time to spend together, etcetera.”

“And I am thankful for that, truly. I’ve missed you.”

Itto gives him a grin so dopey that Gorou can’t help but laugh.

Later that night, they find themselves back on Watatsumi Island.

They sit on the beach, the ocean tide lapping at their bare toes, their knees knocking together as they laugh and share soft words.

In Itto’s lap sits Gorou’s tail, lax as he drags a boar bristle brush through it. “Next time, just tell me that you need some tender loving, or something.”

“Itto.” Gorou rubs at his face, trying to hide that way that he blushes. His tail twitches though, and Itto laughs, pulling the brush through his dull fur with care.

It is nice, this tender moment. Gorou digs his toes into the sand, wriggling them, enjoying the way that Itto handles his tail. And then his hair is next, Itto’s fingers combing through it, scratching at the base of his ears with a gentleness that belies his large exterior.

“Mhm,” sighs Gorou when everything is said and done, relaxation filling him and the bone-weariness slipping away.

“Do you feel better? More relaxed? Would you say polished, even?” Itto laughs at his own joke before Gorou can.

When Itto holds his hand out, Gorou slips his fingers against his, squeezing gently, pressing his fingers against those calloused palms. Itto smiles back in that idiotic, goofy way of his, an instant balm across Gorou’s heart.

Gorou does, in fact, feel better, having found a little respite after a long day. First time in what seems like months. It’s funny, how little it seemed to take. Just a day out with, arguably, the world’s largest idiot.

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we’ll always have paris | kth

we’ll always have paris

characters: kim taehyung x reader

genre: idol!taehyung, reader

categories: fluff, angst, smut (pls forgive me it’s my first time)

warnings: dirty talk (tae loves it ngl), oppa kink???, taehyung is absOLUTELY WHIPPED for reader, unprotected sex (pulling out - do not do this ok; wrap it up kids!!!!), curse words

word count: 9.8k

Talks of traveling from Seoul to Paris were a frequent topic between the two lovers for the first two years of their relationship. Paris was a place of new beginnings, for strolls all the Champs-Elysses, and kisses under the Eiffel Tower. Renowned for its beauty and culture, any couple intending on forever had to travel to this as a form of pilgrimage.

Nevertheless, the duty of an idol did not align with that of a student. The number of times Kim Taehyung traveled to Paris for touring could not be counted on his fingers, for his trips were numerous. The love for ARMY was not the same for his girlfriend (and soon-to-be fiancée) so the feelings that Edith Piaf sung in ‘La vie en rose’ left him misty-eyed in anticipation for the moment he would finally do so.

“I’m going to Paris!” were the words that greeted Taehyung on his daily virtual call from his girlfriend, YN. Her chubby cheeks were filled with light as she crossed her legs in her dorm room. It was reassuring to see she was happy: her bed perfectly fixed behind her and the Tata plushie he brought him tucked under her arm. “Well.. Lyon, but my exit flight is in Paris.”

Her excitement is infectious to Taehyung. “Wait.. you are only going to Paris for your exit flight?” He asks with a frown on his lips.

“Yes.. I am traveling to Lyon for an engineering conference for spring break, but I will be going to Paris via train for my flight?” She exclaims with a giddy smile.

Her words paired with her excitement makes him think of last year when they watched the Hollywood golden-era classic, Sabrina. “자기.. Paris is not meant to be an exit flight..”

“I don’t have the money to stay longer.. Paris is expensive.” She pouts before shrugging. “Traveling like a native and then to the airport is enough for me!”

A slight frown settles into Taehyung’s soft features. As much as he loved her, he sometimes wished that she would depend on him more. For lack of a better word, he wanted to be needed. It were times like this when he wondered if she would always be a immobile rock evading his offers. “You should experience Paris properly for your first time.. with me.”

“With you?” She asks in surprise. “But what about your practice and preparations for the new album?”

Taehyung shakes his head. “We are getting a two week break.. I can just work a bit more now and I can meet you after the conference, my sweet engineer.” He is shy as his boxy smile comes into view. “We always talked about backpacking across Europe, right? Let’s start in Paris and go wherever the wind takes us.. and be spontaneous.”

Spontaneous was definitely a word to describe Taehyung. She heard him numerous times to considered doing things with him to be more adventurous; it even led to a few arguments from time to time.

“Well.. if it is not too much of a burden for you..”

“It is not.” He smiles at her brightly. “It would be so nice for us to spend this time together too.. I miss my tiny little spoon.” He leans his cheek against his palm.

As YN usually disagreed with being a little a spoon, she concedes without a struggle. “Your little spoon misses you too... 오빠.”

“Then let’s do this.” The familiar gleam of mischief that she has always loved has reached his eyes once more. The anticipation is rising. “How does that sound?”

“I’ll start packing.” YN concedes with a wide grin. Paris and Taehyung? It’s a love story for the ages.

The warmth of a lover is the most fulfilling experience in the world. For others, it may be success and money, but such things can be replicated time and time again. The effects of true love are unwavering and everlasting in ways that no dictionary in any language can attempt to emulate. This much passion and fortitude remained elusive to be defined, but YN knew that she felt it.

Her heart was beating loud in her ears as she sat on the bed of their hotel room; the key to their shared suite living her heart in circles. She was greeted with rose petals on the bed and a small card from Taehyung that made her wonder if they were soulmates that transcended time. It were the little things like this that made her realize their love was eternal.

자기야 (Honey)

I can’t wait to see you tonight. I seriously haven’t been able to sleep at all, thinking about what this next week has in store for us.. I’m so happy that you’re letting things go as they do. I’ll be there soon. This first night, let’s rest. Tomorrow? We run!

나는 너를 사랑해. 보라해💜 (I love you.)

너의 김태태 (Your Kim Taetae)

She smiles down at the card and plops down onto the fluffy comforters. Taehyung never filled to fill her lungs with roses and make a garden blossom for him. It were times like this when she realized the deepest realization of love was embodied by him. Her Taehyung.

Falling for Taehyung on that winter night in 2016 was the first time that she learned to go with the flow and follow her heart. Apprehension was a common practice when it came to her distinguishing the crush from mere admiration, but once she let it settle.. it began to grow into eternity. It did not fester and cool like the raisin in the sun she worried it would be.

“어... 왜 그래? 자기?” The familiar deep timber whispers, sending tingles down her spine as she shakes away from her daydream to be met with chocolate orbs. He sends her a smirk, clad in his mahogany brown day coat and black beret. He knew Parisian fashion like an atelier at Chanel.

Her heart instantly flutters as she pulls him on top of her to take him into a tight hug and steals a kiss from his soft lips. “Taehyung!”

“What were you thinking about? You didn’t even hear me come in.” He chuckles into her ear as he settles all of his weigh on her with a smile. His fingers toy with the bow of her white sundress absentmindedly. He had missed her so much that he felt light headed just being around her. He was on cloud nine. With his girl.

YN blushes as she takes off his beret to place it on her own head and strokes his hair. He lays his head on her chest, holding her in his arms. “I was thinking about how lucky I am to be with you.. you’re the man of my dreams, you know?”

“어?” Taehyung turns slightly red at the confession. “And not Park Hyunsik-ssi?” He teases, knowing the many occasions she fawned over his hyung while they watched his drama.

YN giggles, “Yes. You have all that I want..” She begins to caress his cheek as he places a kiss on her clothed tummy. “The fact.. the fact you came all the way to Paris and we are going to spend the next week together backpacking makes me excited.”

“I can’t wait for our cottage in the Netherlands. I finished the reservation this morning,” He confesses while stroking her hip. “If we could.. maybe.. maybe we could extend our trip?”

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” YN doesn’t miss a beat. Taehyung’s boxy smile spreads across his face as he climbs up to kiss all over her lips in appreciation.

Taehyung smiles as he pecks her lips quickly. “Let’s drink some of the champagne and spend tonight coolly. I want to enjoy this. And you.”

“We should shower first...” she agrees with a smile as she wraps her arms around his shoulders to peck his lips. “I can order the room service too. Strawberry cheesecake?”

“And steak.” He chuckles as he thinks of their fruit: strawberries had been a deciding factor for the two of them. “I’ll head in now.”

“Mmm~.” She sing songs to him before brushing her nose against his.

Two showers, one call to the front desk, and a knock at the door later, the two lovers sit across from each other cross legged as they feast on steak, potatoes, chocolate covered strawberries, and champagne. It is nothing short of a midsummer night’s dream and a memory that neither of them had wanted to get. The lilting tone of Sarah Vaughn plays in the background as YN listens intently to Taehyung talk about the latest episode of Adventures of BTS. He was so talkative when he was excited about something.

“And Jimin-ah! He could tell that Yoongi-hyung was falling a bit behind so he decided to stop walking. It’s a surprise that hyung had tolerated this much from us.” Taehyung laughs as he takes a sip of his accompanying soft drink, Coca Cola, while smiling. It was rare that he felt this comfortable when someone outside of Bangtan or his family, but this was why he loved YN. He felt safe and secure and he knew that her commitment to him was unwavering just as his was to her. “I’m talking too much about them.. aren’t I?”

YN shakes her head with a giggle. “Tae.. I know how much you love them. I don’t mind.” She beams as she steals another chocolate strawberry despite Taehyung whining earlier about wanting the dark chocolate one.

“Yah! You are just saying that to eat all the dark chocolate ones.. you haven’t even touched the white ones.” His smile crinkles up into moon crescents are how much of a baby she was. He always liked how youthful she was. It was reinvigorating for him to be unapologetically himself with someone who did the same.

YN is chewing on the tarty delicacy, “What? Ngh, no-“ She says as she pops another in her mouth. Taehyung only stares at her blankly for a moment before the smile returns to his face.

“Since you look cute wearing my shirt as you eat my food, I will let it slide.” He says with small chuckle. His free hand taps against the small nightstand table that they had turned into a restaurant platter.

YN shifts in the ribbed chair and leans forward. “Then let me feed you!” She bats her lashes in her particular way that makes Taehyung go weak in the knees. She takes the initiative to bring her chair closer to his and leans forward, “Say Ahh~”

“Ah~” He song songs to her back to her in perfect key as his mouth makes a circular shape. His eyes are large and doe-like when they make eye contact. Her heart flutters like the first time.

YN picks up a medium-sized strawberry dipped in chocolate and brings it to his mouth for him to bite into it. The action is so innocent, but Taehyung aims to tease his baby whenever he can. He purposely bites into the tart fruit so that the juice coats her her fingers and his mouth before taking her fingers to lick the access chocolate-infused strawberry residue.

“Delicious,” He whispers as his eyes never leave hers. He knew how easy it was to charm her. She was wrapped around his finger.

YN bites down on her lip. If it were not for his teasing nature, she would have been perplexed by the blatant act of submission from him. The two of them often tried to outdo each other, but Taehyung’s strength and habit of spanking had considerable influence. “Do I taste good?”

“Show me.” He plays along, but he raises a brow knowingly as though to provoke her. The reaction his sly move elicits comes in the form of her returning her gaze back to her steak and bubbling on it shyly. His baby.

A few glasses of champagne later, Taehyung is tipsy. Despite not being one for alcohol, there was a certain charm about champagne and the girl that he loved that made the night all the more wondrous. Her presence in itself was intoxicating, but the sparkling alcohol softened the edge.

“Let me show you a trick, jagi.” Taehyung chirps to her as he opens the bottle with his signature move. It takes a mere flick of the wrist and a smug grin to make her laugh at how dorky, but cute he was. “Was Oppa cool?”

“Mmm. Was he?” YN likes to tease him, tapping her cheeks. She had no interest in drinking, but she was always eager to look after Taehyung if the time was right.

The lack of a compliment makes his lips pout; the small action complementing his hair that falls over his eyes. “You don’t think Oppa is cool?” His voice becomes higher in tone and he squeezes her hand to pull her closer.

It was rare, but seeing Taehyung as a clingy boyfriend threw her heart into triple time. His grip on her hand was light, but still firm when he pulls her close and holds her in his arms. “Oppa.. I think you are cool..”

“아? 맞아요?” He asks with a small grin spreading across his face as he admires her soft features. The little debbtails about her are endearing and makes him want her even more. He giggles - a rare feat that he feels only with her.

“오빠가 예뻐요.” YN whispers to him as she pecks his lips faintly. It is the times like this: when YN is in his lap and her arms are wrapped around his shoulders in a tight embrace that he feels the safest.

The compliments makes him turn even more red and his face scrunches up into the sweetest arrangement possible. “아이고... 하지마..” The satoori drawl is evident when he speaks; the Standard Seoul accent that he picked up after years of living in Seoul gone from how flustered he feels.

“My baby boy is so pretty,” She presses on while stroking his cheeks gently. Each touch leaves a trail of scarlet and Taehyung thinks he might faint from how charming she is. “Oppa is my baby boy.. right?”

Under normal circumstances, he would never give in to being her baby boy. He liked to think of himself as her protector, her lover, the one who was her equal and caregiver. He had been raised where the man always took control and stepped up to the plate when necessary, but taking a break from that was something he liked to do once in a while. Especially with her.

“맞아..” he whispers into her chest so that he can hear her heartbeat. It beats to the same cadence and he wonders if he has ever felt this alive before.

YN smiles alluringly in his direction and begins to push his hair back from his forehead to kiss his hairline. “Are you tired baby? We can rest-“

“No! I want to be awake for every moment with you.” He whispers as he nuzzles his face between her breasts before looking up at her. “I want to do something fun.”

YN hums, “Something fun?” This earns her a quick nod. “How about this.. remember the Van Gogh paint set I bought? Let’s work on that!”

His eyes immediately light up and he nods. He had been eyeing the set earlier, but figured waiting until Seoul when YN was no longer there would remind him of the lovely excursion in Paris. “Let’s do that!”

The excitement Taehyung feels bubbles through him as he carries her to the bed and then rushes to his luggage to take out the set she had tucked away. He moves so fast that his white shirt bunches where his plaid pajama pants begin before walking back to the bed where YN lays in one of his white shirts and briefs.

“You can do Almond Blossoms and I’ll do Cafe Terrace at night!” He exclaims as he begins to move the table and lay out the protective paper onto the floor.

YN watches him with a smile before rushing to the bathroom to retrieve water for the brushes. “You remembered how much I love Almond Blossoms.”

“I know you love Rococo paintings the most.. and that one reminds me the most of it,” He admits shyly as he lays out the two canvases and mixed the colors eagerly. “Jagi?”

YN gives a noncommittal hum in response as she sits down beside him. “Mm?”

“사랑해.” He whispers as he lays his head in her lap as he stares up at her. “I love you.. so .. so much.” He whispers while kissing her hand.

“I love you too. More than anything or anyone else in this world.” She whispers to him quietly before pecking his forehead. “Let’s paint.”

Taehyung giddily paints with his head in her lap the warm hues that contrast with the cool color to create a nice depth in perspective. Still bubbly, his right hand never leaves her while he paints with his left. The little things like this made him happy that he was ambidextrous.

“You paint so well, Tae!” She exclaims as she looks over from her own painting to take a glance at his. It mimicked the original perfectly and she is reminded of the immense talent that Taehyung has into everything.

Taehyung blushes at the compliment and wraps her hand over his heart. “Do you know how fast my heart beats whenever you say things like this?”

“I say it from my own heart to yours.” She replies with a small giggle as she brushes her nose against his own repeatedly. “I love you~.”

Taehyung giggles as he shifts to paint his initials onto her palm. “Mmm~ and now you are mine.” This prompts her to use her own brush to draw on his cheek.

“And now you are mine!” YN chirps in reply as they both burst into fits of laughter. His heart was racing instantly. “We are even now.”

Taehyung sits up before attacking her with tickles, while still being careful not to ruin the paintings as he climbs on top of her.

“Tae-taehyung!” She says in a fit of laughter as she holds on to him while trying to get away from him, but she never goes too far.

The next morning, YN awakes from her slumber with Taehyung spooning her tightly. He always was a late sleeper, but he slept like a baby when he did. It makes her happy to see him content when they would exchange their struggles amongst each other in the best way an idol and a student could.

Being the little spoon had its own merits when it came to having warmth and the security of having someone there, but it also proved a struggle when trying to get get out of the bed in the morning. It is even more pressing when Taehyung snuggles himself deeper into her neck with a small whine of “아닌데..”

“Tae.. I have to pee.” She whines in response as she shifts to look at his sleepy eyes. Once more, the pout from last night is there and she remembers the cute displays of aegyo paired with Taehyung’s whining that kept her amused the entire night.

Not one to judge, Taehyung says two words only: “Hold it.”

She bursts into laughter before squirming out of his embrace and wiggling out of the bed to stand up. “I’ll just order breakfast for us after, okay?”

Taehyung opens one eye of defiance and nods. “Okay.” He says simply as he cuddles the pillow to envision that it is her.

Eating together was the staple of their time together as Taehyung often asked to be fed and desired to feed her at every moment. His love language made him eager to give, but being in the receiving end made him happy too. The little domestic things, such as eating crepes in bed while they talked excitedly about what they should do for the rest of the day set both of their hearts aflame.

“Let’s go shopping.” YN suggests. The three words make Taehyung do a double take. For as long as he had known her, he knew the rarity in YN desiring to shop. “I want to buy you a present..”

Taehyung pouts slightly. “Yah.. I don’t want you to spend your money on me.”

“Tae.. I am buying you something.” She chirps as she feeds him another crepe and leans forward to wipe the powder from his upper lip.

Not to be outdone, Taehyung holds up his finger. “On one condition.. I buy you something too.. I have a date planned for us tonight and you need a new dress.”

“A new dress?” She raises a brow to her hairline. Being in Paris was one thing, but with the style that Taehyung had, the dress would no doubt be a more than a month’s salary.

“Let me spoil you... please?” He asks in a soft tone as he takes her hand in his and kisses the back of it. “You will love it. I promise.”

Always one to give in, she only nods when he sends her his boxy smile. “Fine..”

Unbeknownst to her, Taehyung knew that tonight would be one to forever change their lives. Tonight was the night that he would propose to her and she would be his forever. The cross between lover to fiancée was what he anticipated the most each time he thought of the diamond ring burning a hole in his suitcase.

“I think you look beautiful,” Taehyung says as he loops his fingers into the fabric of the little black dress. The pout on her lips is evident from the knowledge of the price tag. She knew Taehyung and his appetite for fashion knew no bounds, but this?

YN turns slightly red as she looks in the mirror to turn slightly. “You really think so? The price.. Ah..”

“You don’t have to worry about it.. do you know how happy you have made me these passed three years as your boyfriend? No monetary amount can be put on that.” He whispers in her ear as he snakes his arms around her. “You look absolutely beautiful..”

“When did you learn to speak so prettily?” She asks with a visible pout as they sway from side to side. He has long discarded his tan jacket to feel more of her warmth.

Thank the heavens that the personal shopper had sensed the emotions running rampant and took an exit stage left.

“I wanted to sound like a native speaker.. you started learning Korean too.” He chuckles into her ear as he pulls back to spin her around. “I think you look amazing.. you have to wear this tonight.”

YN hums in reply, “Oh? You like this that much?”

“I love it,” He says with a small grin. The dress was simple, yet elegant. It was her style and complimented the more bold choices that Taehyung wore. “It’s classy and chic... just like you.”

YN turns to face him and bites her lip. “Sometimes it feels like you do all the giving and I just receive.. you wouldn’t even let me buy you that scarf from Gucci.”

“Jagi, I told you I don’t want you spending your money.” He whispers as he strokes her cheek gingerly. “Besides, your curves look amazing in this dress.”

YN plays with the hem of the dress. “I’m surprised you chose this one.. you are usually more.. traditional.” She raises a knowing brow.

“It’s only because I know you will look better without it on.” He whispers into her ear before clicking his tongue. His tone drops a single octave, making her feel weak in the knees as he tilts his head to the side.

YN stares into his eyes, instantly detecting the seduction he was doting out for her. The tension was real and never was it more prominent when his hand danced along her thigh. “Then make haste on your promise.”

“We’re done shopping here!” Taehyung exclaims as he is greeted with the familiar Coco Chanel mnemonic.

“Wow,” is all that Taehyung can say as he watches YN step out of the bathroom. For years, he had seen her as his darling girlfriend with the adjective ‘adorable’ enshrined with every thought of her. The allure of her charms manifested whenever she taught him something new, such as the sun’s ray of light is only what we feel eight minutes after it has passed, or her being flirty while toying with his hair and calling him his favorite honorific. However, this? The level of beauty that she was presenting to him was transcendent and left him resorting to the darkest parts of his desires.

And who was he to say no to them?

YN feels a bit confident when she sees the surprised look on Taehyung’s face. She watches as it contorts from surprise into a look of satisfaction with the slightest hint of smugness. “I look good, don’t I?”

“So good,” He whispers as he crosses the path to snake his arms around her to draw her flush against his chest. “Almost do not want to leave here.. What if we just stay here?” He asks while pulling her to his lap and toying with the excess fabric of the dress. It’s amusing to him how it hugs her in all the right places and is reminded of what he has always known. She is beautiful both inside and out.

YN laughs, “The restaurant you booked for us will not take kindly to your cancelling.” She jokes playfully as she smooths out his blazer and pecks his lips. “Which… you still have yet to tell me which one it is or where it is?”

“Because I know you and that you would micromanage every detail and I can’t have my little jagi doing that~” He sing songs to her with a small smirk pressing on his lips. “Just now that we are not overdressed and tonight is going to be perfect.” And he means every word of it.

The drive to Le Jules Verne is nothing short of eventful, just as everything has always been when it comes to Taehyung. He could barely keep his hands off of her; the moment the taxi driver arrived, he was snaking his arms around her waist to hold her close and drawing small circles over her thigh absentmindedly. The nibbles along on her ear led to the string of giggles that never seemed to end the more that he kissed her and the caress against her bum was enough to make her turn red and whine to him the the taxi driver would see.

Taehyung could care less.

Tonight would be the night that he would pop the question, completely unbeknownst to her. He knew that Paris was the place for lovers, the place where reality and fantasy intersected in the west way possible. He also knew of her eagerness to practice her French while turning back to look at him and ask, ‘Did I look cool?’ as he smiled back to her in reassurance. Just seeing her smile was enough to bring him to his knees, but the way that she loved him ardently and never sacrificed what they had for the thoughts of others - that was what made him get on one knee to propose.

Their relationship had not been an easy one. Time and time again, insecurities flared during the long periods apart. Furthermore, despite ARMY being very loving and accepting in general to any and all of the loved ones that Bangtan adored, there had been many who loathed her with a passion and wanted to depreciate their love for each other with every possible excuse. Hoards of ARMYs swearing she did not love him enough when she did not attend a Korean university to be nearer to him. A long list of people complaining how she spent only the summer in Seoul for the sole purpose of keeping Taehyung away from the fans and the sole reason for his frowns when the smiles did not appear fast enough in interviews. The worst of it all had been them flooding her social media with hate comments, demeaning her personality, looks, and intellect to the point where private seemed the only viable option and even that opted for screenshots of her (rare) stories.

The fights had been terrible, especially when Taehyung began to question if she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her worries of ‘not being good enough’ often fostered in her offering to set him up with other people or ‘let him go to find someone to make him happier’. His own insecurities began to flourish when she admitted that she did not turn to him first when it times of need and it festered when she told him that he no longer made her happy: nothing did.

Nevertheless, the two persevered to be where they were now: Paris in the springtime. With his fingers entwined with hers while walking through the entrance of the Eiffel Tower to the second floor haute French restaurant, nothing could compare to the giddiness he was feeling. He is keenly aware of the coruscating lights that dot the beautiful structure, the epitome of Paris, and how bright her eyes look when she sees it It was her first time. It was her first time and she was able to experience with him.

“It’s.. It’s beautiful!” Her voice almost falls completely silent while staring up at the breathtaking structure built of iron widgets and the soul of France. Years of imagining her life in the romantic city is more than enough to bring her to tears and she covers her mouth. “Taehyung..” She whispers chastely as she turns to him.

Taehyung sends her a small boxy smile, just as he always had. The reliability of his grin was more than enough to make her feel more secure than ever. He does not budge when she throws herself into his arms and kisses the top of her forehead repeatedly. “I’m so glad that I get to experience your first time here… You look so beautiful when you’re happy.” He whispers as he shifts to peck her lips, “Now.. let’s get inside and we can walk around a bit more. Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She smiles warmly as she holds on to him tightly with a fluttering heart and they make their way up the stairs and to the elevator.

After ordering their finest wine and the specialty, YN is left under the watchful eye of Taehyung. His stare was dark and alluring as he initiated hooky under the table. There was nothing that he loved more than to see her flustered because of him. There was something endearing about the way she was innocent to his dark desires.

Sexual encounters were not a forgotten moment for Taehyung the few times that they happened. The chemistry was there, no doubt, when his hand ghosted over her hip and he gave her the look prior to his voice octaves dropping. Her soft voice murmuring Oppa was more than enough for him to lose all control.

“You’ve been staring at me,” YN murmurs with a blush as she brings the caramelized onion to her lips.

Taehyung chuckles as he looks at her and unbuttons his suit as he returns back to his coq au vin. “It’s hard for me not to.. you look breathtaking tonight, just as you always do.”

His words send a flame across her cheeks and she finds herself growing even more shy in the process.

“I don’t think I will be able to control myself tonight.” He confesses after a sip of champagne and leans forward. “I couldn’t stop thinking about our time in Seoul.. after the final concert.”

She did not know that it were possible, but she becomes the definition of red. She knew exactly what he meant: the concert adrenaline has rushed through Taehyung the night as he brought her back to his hotel room and ate her out for hours. He even refused to let her reciprocate after tugging at his hair repeatedly from the overstimulation. He let her fuck his face until she cried and murmured something about it not being the last time before falling asleep.

“I remember how pretty you sounded.. moaning 오빠 like the good girl you are. I even taught your stubborn self manners..” he drawls as his knee parts hers with a seductive purr. “I bet you’ll sound even prettier tonight.”

It takes everything in YN to not choke in reply to words of a siren. That was what Taehyung was, eager to make her his and submit to him. “I think it’s time you sound pretty too.”

“I want to.” He deadpans once his wine is finished and nods for the waiter to bring their dessert. “Let’s have dessert on the patio.”

“Patio?” YN asks with furrowed brows prior to dabbing the napkin across her lips for any excess residue.

Taehyung nods as he takes her hand and brings her up. “Yes. We have to go right now.” He sing songs as he guides her to the biggest surprise of her life.

The proposal.

The ground is peppered with pink roses making a makeshift trail as Taehyung walks with their fingers entwines and his head is beating in triple time. Violins greet them with ‘winter bear’ playing lightly in the background to contribute more to the overall serenity. He had meticulously thought of everything by from the strawberry cheesecake dessert in the center of the patio and the flowers surrounding it. Would she say yes? Surely she would.

“Taehyung.. is this for us?” She asks, never letting go of his hand as she walks to the table with him and rests her arms in the table.

Taehyung nods as he picks up a fork and lifts a small bite of cheesecake to her mouth to feed her. “It is.. I thought you may enjoy the scenery a bit more.”

“You can see everything from here.. I would have never expected to be blessed with this view.” She confesses with a flustered look on her face. “I mean that ardently.. you make me feel secure.”

Taehyung smiles as he leans his head on her shoulder to feed her more. “I hope that I can always give you that security.. for the rest of our lives.”

“I hope so too.” She whispers as she picks up a strawberry that looks much larger than the others and her brows furrow. “This one is cute.”

His heart races. His ring was placed in the makeshift strawberry: this was the moment. “I think you should cut it, first.”

YN nods as she cuts into the juicy strawberry. She is careful to do so, having already an inkling of where this would be going. Was he proposing to her?

She nearly faints when she sees the silver band in the strawberry and to turns to see a beaming Taehyung. Her voice cracks in her throat, “T-taehyung.”

He sends her a warm smile as he gets down on one knee and he takes his hand out of his pocket. “YN-Ah..”

YN’s own heart is racing faster than ever as she fights back the tears that were beginning to well up in her eyes. “Tae.. Taehyung-Oppa..”

“Since the first moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were someone special in my life.” He begins as he thinks back to the words he spent countless times reciting to sound like a native speaker. “In the beginning, I thought of you as someone who I needed to take care of, to protect, and love, because you were so fragile.”

“But I was wrong.. you were so much more than a girl that I wanted to love. You were your own person and you never let me or anyone else dictate your life... I was never your only goal.. you loved me for me and continued to be yourself authentically whether or not it the outlook was pretty.” He licks his lips as his grip on the forehead velvet box tightens. “We had our own ups and downs, but that was what made us stronger. I showed you the ugliest parts of myself and you did the same. We learned to love each other as people first and then lovers.”

“They say love is blind and can change your perception of the world if you are not careful, but my vision became perfect when it came to you. You learned to read my emotions, understand the little things about me that I did not understand myself, and reminded me what it meant to be Kim Taehyung, not V. You gave me the normalcy that my job took away.. you even gave me that card.” He laughs as he tried to think of the name. “Bend.. bend a.”

She can’t help but smile with the way he looks at her knowingly. She always would correct him. “Ventra.. and you loved the CTA.” She laughs in the midst to stop herself from being on the brink of tears. How could he be charming even while cracking a joke?

“The experiences we have had together helped me grow.. the times I felt isolated and alone, you were there to be strong even when you struggled too.” His thoughts drift back to her wiping away her own tears to console him, the reassurance that he needed was given to him. “You taught me how to be strong.. you taught me how to continue to go on when I no longer could fight anymore because as long as I had you, I had someone worth fighting for.”

“My parents.. they love you.” He says with a small grin on his face. “My family has been the only consistent entity that I have had since I became an idol. That was what I thought until I met you. You even began to learn Korean just to communicate with us at family dinner.. when you did that, I knew that I needed you as my wife.”

“The sacrifices you’ve made to be with me have been great and not once have I ever thought of taking them for granted. Jagi.. you’re one in a billion and I am never going to let you go.” He smiles warmly. “I love all your little habits. I love how you overplan everything and even included me in them.” This earns him a shy chuckle. “I like how you treat Yeontan like our baby and swaddle him despite him hating it.. I like when you wake up at six in the morning to bake me cakes just because you feel like it.. the times you smile without reason and how infectious your laugh is.”

“It is the way you ask me about little decisions just to remind me that my opinion matters and how you keep me grounded.” He has to bite back his lip. “When I felt like giving everything up, you put my head in your lap and held me as I cried. You told me that you would always be there for me and that you would love me no matter what my decision was. I learned you loved me for me when I could not love myself that way.”

“So with this ring, I am asking you to not only be my wife, but to continue being my best friend, the mother of my children, and soulmate until our last breath. I will love you until the day I die.. for.. I love you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow.. so YN LN. will you marry me?”

YN is brought to tears when he finishes. The trip down memory lane has made her feel all the more tied to him and she never wants to let go of him, ever. “Yes.. yes.. a million times yes!” She says as Taehyung stands to his full height and places the ring onto her finger.

“사랑해.” He whispers into her ear as he kisses her deeply. He wants to transmit every bit of emotion that he feels for her into the kiss with a shaking heart. He wants her to know that she is his first and his last. “정말 사랑해. 난 절대 널 떠나지 않을 거야.” he whispers quietly into her ear and rubs the small of her back.

(trans. I love you so much. I never will leave you. )

After the engagement, the two lovers spent a few moments admiring the view of the Eiffel Tower for a few solemn moments. It was in this moment that they felt infinite and that the world could not throw anything in their way to stop their happiness. How many people were blessed to find their soulmate? Their better half? And all without compromising themselves as people? It was transcendent.

The ride back home goes off without a hitch; the two eagerly embracing each other in every way possible in the backseat as their emotions begin to bubble up. They had taken it to the next level: engaged to be married!

“I want you so bad,” He whispers into her ear with a grunt in the elevator as his hand finds chase on her thigh. All he can think about is making love to her as his fiancée. The dress wraps around her curves like a glove and he thinks she will look so much better without anything on. “Want your pretty mouth moaning my name as I eat you out.”

She gasps as he presses her against the mirrored elevator with his face buried in her neck to leave a hickey. Taehyung had a terrible habit of marking her, especially where anyone could see. She once loathed turtle necks, but with his habit, there was no choice but to give in the the made her feel so good.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum,” He grunts into her ear as he parts her legs with his knee to grind his hard member against her clothed sex. Normally refined, Taehyung was a man starved. “You’re not going to remember any other name but mine when I am done with you, jagi.”

He grips her hips to grind her forward to show how hard he was, “Look at how fucking hard oppa is for you. You like seeing your oppa wanting you?” He does not stop his ministrations when the elevator door opens and guides her to their Parisian suite that he seemed to know like the back of his hand.

“I love it so much, Taehyung.” She moans as he presses her against the door and fumbles to get the room key from his blazer. The lack of honorific makes him growl before leaving another love bite on her shoulder. “I-I mean oppa.”

He chuckles darkly once the door is open and pulls her in swiftly to pin her against the door. “I guess I have to remind you who you belong to then.. huh?” He asks smugly.

“You’ll look so good with my cock buried inside of you..” He whispers before hoisting her up and carrying her to the bed. He moves at the speed of lightning, kissing along her inner thigh while undoing her shoes without much trouble. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to make love to you? And now I get to do it as my wife.”

“Wife-to-be…” She corrects as he lifts the dress over her hips and makes her sit up.

Taehyung scoffs, “Wife.” He repeats quietly before attacking her with another kiss. His hands roam around her body, focusing on each crevice and curve that entices him more while grinding his cock against her wet sex. She was practically dripping when his fingers slipped between her satin underwear. “You’re so wet for me already?”

“Mmm.” She moans while looking at him, “Let me take care of you first.. oppa.”

Her purr makes Taehyung stop for a moment. As a man who loved to be in control, he did not want to stop himself from eating her out for hours and then thrusting into her tight cunt for the first time. Yet, the offer is far too enticing when he remembers how her pretty lips look wrapped around his cock and he can’t say no.

So he doesn’t.

Taehyung rolls off of her to admire how she looks in her lacy black bra with matching panties. Every curve of her body is evident and he knows that he has hit the absolute jackpot. How could anyone be that intelligent, charming, and sexy? Her worries of always being the lesser in the relationship were ill-founded.

“I bet oppa can’t wait to get his fat cock sucked by his princess, can he?” She provokes him with the vulgar language while unbuckling his belt and tossing it to the side. He sits back, amused, at the seductive sway of her hips. “Lift your hips.”

She does so without problem.

She remains on her knees as she begins to stroke the underside of his cock through his boxers. Her eyes then avert from his nether regions to his eyes with a shy smile, “You should tell me how it feels.”

“And let you know how good you are making me feel? Aish..” He groans, the satoori lacing into his words while grinding his hips into her palm for more friction. “Don’t tease me…. I want to feel how tight you feel around my big, fat cock when you clench so hard around my fingers.”

YN remains amused as she rests an elbow on his knee and lets her head rest on her left hand, “You like knowing that you’re the only person to be inside of me.. don’t you?”

“I fucking love it,” He grunts when she flicks her wrist just the way he likes it and it has him jutting his hips slightly more forward in the process. “Want to fill you up so badly… I want to cum inside of you.”

The lewd confession makes her turn red, but it only ignites her confidence to push forward as she tugs his boxers down to her ankles to be met with his standing cock that slaps his stomach. His dress shirt is crinkled and the blazer at his shoulders sags down as he stares at her knowingly.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock, won’t you?” He asks with the tone of a siren. He is alluring in all ways, the dark stare I this eyes and the smug look from looking down at her. It turned him on to see the girl with such high standards and work ethics reduced to his good girl wrapped around his finger.

And he knew she liked it too.

YN hollows her cheeks as she begins to pump the base of his cock. She can almost feel how wet she is when small moans of pleasure begin go erupt from Taehyung. She loved how his deep voice sputtered with each stroke of her tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, just like that.” He grunts in pleasure as his hips buckle forward to hit the back of her throat. “Such a good girl and all for me.” He rasps before slapping her ass.

Taehyung has to wonder how she’s gotten better at sucking cock for a few moments before he pushes her off when he feels a knot begin to form in his stomach.

“Want to eat your pretty pussy out,” He says as he picks her up and pins her against the satin sheets. Her cheeks flush red at his lewd words and he asks himself how he managed to be so lucky to have a girl like her.

He quickly discards the black lingerie that adorns her skin and he mentally thanks himself for sneaking it in last minute. It hugs her every curve and he only wants more of her. All thoughts of before disappear once he spreads her knees and places an open mouthed kiss over her wet cunt.

“아름다운,” He whispers before spitting onto her cunt and takes her fully into his mouth. The reaction is instantaneous when she nearly folds into two and he laughs in response. It sends a vibration against her clit which only makes it more amusing to him when he has to hold her still. “Baby, stay still.”

Before she can protest, he flicks her clit with his tongue and never looks away from her with such intensity that she feels like she will faint. Kim Taehyung was a force to be reckoned with and she had no qualms learning how to reckon him. He draws figure eights over the hem of nerves to elicit a string of whimpers from her.

“Tae - tae -taehyung-“ she chokes out when he decides she is to his liking and begins to thrust a finger inside of her tight, wet cunt.

Taehyung pins down her leg to rest his chin on top of it. “How do you call me properly?”

“Taehyung!” She cries when he adds another finger and thrusts deeper into her. She was so tight that it made him wonder if he would fit.

“Taehyung.. what..” he provokes in a darker tone. “Be a good girl and say it. Just me and you here.” He adds another finger and increases his speed. She’s almost a sobbing mess when he purposely brushes against her g-spot. “자기~.”

She squirms more in his embrace to cause more friction, but it is to no avail. “Taehyung.. 제발..” she whimpers to him. “오빠..” she cracks.

“Good girl,” Taehyung whispers before curling his fingers inside of her and soon she completely becomes putty in his arms. She cums all over his fingers, her hips still twitching with he brushes the inside of her folds. “괜찮아?”

YN nods as her chest rises and falls periodically. “Yes..” she sits up before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulls him on top of her. “I’m ready,”

“I know you are.” He teases as he shows her the white substance that coats his fingers and licks it slowly. “You taste like you’re ready too..”

“I want to be on top.” She says before using all her pressure to climb on top of him. Despite knowing her nature, it still throws Taehyung for a loop.

Taehyung thinks she’s sexy when she takes charge. He likes it even more when she lets him guide her hips onto his throbbing cock that was beginning to drip precum .

“I’m on the pill,” YN says with a blush on her cheeks.

Taehyung chuckles for a moment as he continues to stroke the base of his cock for a few moments with the remainder of her cum. “So you knew this would happen?”

“No.. I just thought..” she turns as red as a tomato.

“I’m not really a fan of condoms.” Taehyung confesses with a chuckle. “So I like the idea of fucking your tight pussy raw.. but I’ll pull out just to be sure.”

“Mmm,” she nods as she finally sinks down so just the head of his cock was pressing against her folds. “Fuck..”

“You can take more..” Taehyung coos as he pushes her hair behind her shoulder to begin leaving kitten licks across her collarbone.

“I can.. you’re so big..” she whimpers as she places her hand in his shoulders to take more of him. Taehyung has to take a sharp breath when she clenches around him so hard. She wasn’t even at half of his cock yet and he felt like he was seeing stars.

Taehyung smiles at her, “Your pussy is all wet and tight.. just for me, yeah?” He asks with a click of his tongue. He was growing a bit impatient with this; how could he focus when she was clenching around him so tightly?

“Shit..” she whispers one last time before sinking onto his cock completely. Her walls cling around taehyung tighter than ever, making him want him to take all of her.

“Can I thrust up?” He asks, eager to move. She felt so good around him that he struggled to keep his self control.

She gives him a commital hum of approval, “Mm,” She can barely think straight when his hands up both of her hips to piston his hips deeper into her tight sex. She can feel his pulsating cock as it begins to fill her walls, “Fucking hell Taehyung-“

“You sound so pretty when you take my cock like the good girl you are,” He rasps prior to slapping her ass. His grip only tightens with each thrust; each of his actions only embolden when he hears her soft mewls of pleasure. “Who knew you were a good cockslut for me, huh, baby?”

“Oh - shut up -“ She can barely choke out the words when Taehyung brushes against her g-spot ever so slightly.

What a fucking tease he was.

Taehyung is not fairing any better than her, especially not when her walls clench around his throbbing cock. As generous as he is, it’s hard for him to not chase after his own high when she makes him feel this good. He seriously thinks he must have saved the country in his past life to have all of her to himself.

“Just like that, babygirl. You feel so tight around me. I bet you’ll be cumming all over my fat cock soon. Huh?” He remarks cockily as his fingers find her clit to draw figure-eight’s on the sensitive bud. She nearly doubles over from how well he seems to know.

Each time he thrusts into her, he bottoms out inside of her to the point of no return. “T-taehyung-“ She stammers out, “I’m close-“

“Fuck, me too baby.” His voice lowers an octave from the pleasure that was soon to arrive. “Can’t wait to cum all over you,”

His thrusts become quicker in speed as he repeatedly begins to hit her g-spot; each time sending her into another wave of pleasure. Her hips ritochet from how good it feels.

“I’m c-cumming,” She chokes out as her arms wrap around his shoulders, holding him tighter from the impending euphoria. No one even came close to making her feel this good. Ever.

Smirking, Taehyung knows all too well. “You can’t wait for me like a good girl, huh?” It’s a shock that his voice manages to stay stable when his cock is seconds away from exploding with pleasure. “I’m close too baby-“

“Fu-fuck!” She stutters out with another thrust of Taehyung’s hips into her wet core before she soon cups all over his cock. She wilts into his arms while lazily lifting her hips to the same cadence of Taehyung’s pistoning hips.

The wind is nearly knocked out of him as he pulls out of her quickly as his own high rapidly rushes toward him. Her pussy was so wet and tight that it was milking him for all that he had, “Fuck-“ He grunts as he pumps his cock once, twice, three times before spilling onto his stomach.

Only the sound of heavy breathing fills the suite as Taehyung pulls her close into his arms and kissing her temple.

“You’re sticky,” She whines with a pout as Taehyung only laughs in response.

“You should help me clean up.” He provokes with a brow raise at the girl.

Never one to back down from a challenge, she only rolls her eyes in faux disapproval. “You know where that will leave us..”

“I do,” He whispers as he stares into her eyes with that longing look of his he had always sent her. “It’ll leave us together. Here. In Paris,” He always had been too romantic for his own good, too romantic for her to say no to any of his ideas.

“And if we end up spending all of our time on top of each other? Instead of actually exploring Paris?” She presses on; the chase was always fun between the two of them. The push and pull only end up right back with one another.

“Mmm. We’ll always have Paris.” Taehyung whispers lazily before closing the distance between the two of them with a full heart and a new petal of lust blooming in his chest.

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lyssismagical · 3 years ago

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72 w Parkner pls 🥺

just some bb fluff between the Keener-Parker-Stark family uwu

“I'll see you in a few hours, babe,” Morgan says, leaning up to kiss her partner. “I love you.”

Saylor smiles and gently pushes a strand of hair behind Morgan’s ear. “I love you too. Have fun. Tell them I said hi.”

Morgan and Saylor have been together for three years now, having met in Morgan’s third year of college, studying to become a teacher. Saylor’s in med school.

They live together in New York, only a few hours’ drive away from Stark Towers where Harley and Peter live.

She hasn’t had a day off between school and her job as a teaching assistant, not to mention having just gotten a puppy with Saylor who needs constant attention and care.

The drive to Stark Industries is a little boring, traffic a little heavier than usual on a Saturday morning. She feels a little bad about not spending the weekend with her partner who’s also rarely free, but she also hasn’t made the trip to see her family in quite a while.

Harley and Peter are sitting at the breakfast bar, knees touching and Harley’s laughing bright and loud at something Peter must’ve said. They both look tired, despite the weekend beginning, but she knows the business has been under some heat lately.

Peter’s up, out of his seat as soon as he sees her, pulling her into a warm hug. “I’ve missed you, bug. How are you? How’s Saylor? How’s school?”

“Let her breathe, darling,” Harley says, leaning over his husband to ruffle Morgan’s hair. “You want a coffee?”

“Yes, please, traffic was awful.”

Harley smiles and heads off towards the kitchen, leaving Peter to fuss over Morgan.

“You look tired, have you been sleeping alright?”

“Peter, I’m fine, I promise. I’m twenty-four, you don’t need to worry about me like I’m still fourteen.”

He sighs wearily, it’s obvious it hasn’t exactly been an easy week for him. “I know. But you’ll always be my little bug.”

“I’m good, really, Peter. I’m happy.”

Harley returns, pressing an old Iron Man mug into her hands. “How’s Saylor? I miss that kid.”

“They’re good… Busy, that’s for sure. Med school, the internship at the hospital, taking care of Nova. We’ve both been busy, but they’re happy. They’ve got the weekend off to just play with Nova and rest.”

Peter goes to respond, but his phone ringing cuts him off. “Sorry, I should probably… Hello?”

Harley sighs, leading Morgan to the living room. “It’s been complicated lately.”

“I heard, is everything okay?”

“One of our rival companies, they’re fighting dirty and it’s putting a lot of pressure on us. We’ve already lost a few employees, as well as some investors because of them. But we’re making progress and it’ll all blow over soon enough.”

Morgan nods, pulling her knees up to her chest on the couch, tucking herself into the warmth. It’s the same old couch that Tony bought decades ago, there’s a few photographs of her here when she must’ve been two to four years old, her dad holding her in his lap. On one hand, she knows why they haven’t bothered to replace it, every memory of Tony is important to all three of them and seems almost wrong to get rid of anything that belonged to him. But on the other hand, it really is just a couch. An old, worn-leather couch, with rips in the seams and stains along the back.

“Peter looks exhausted,” she says, watching carefully as Harley’s face shifts into worried sadness.

“He is. You know how he gets when it comes to anything surrounding your dad.”

Peter slips into the room, rubbing a hand down his face. “I’ve gotta go. I’m sorry to cut this short, but PR needs one of us downstairs.”

“I’ll get it,” Harley offers, already bringing himself to his feet.

“No, it’s okay. You took the last one. I’ll go, sort this out, I’ll hopefully be back within an hour or two. I’ll bring takeout for lunch, sound good?”

Harley sighs and Morgan knows she makes the exact same expression as he does whenever Saylor picks up extra hours at the hospital or stays up all night to study.

She’s never really known the two of them apart, she was too young to remember them before they got together, way back when they were eighteen and nineteen. They’ve been together ever since, bar the one time in college where they split up for nearly four months, long-distance having become too much for them.

She’s never known Harley without the permanent wrinkle between his brows from the constant worry of dating a selfless superhero. She’s never known Peter without the messy curls, having given up gel and product when Harley convinced him he looked better without it.

When she was young, she always worried that she’d never find love the way her parents did, the way she saw Harley and Peter, so unconditional, so pure, so endless. She worried she wouldn’t find the person who was clearly meant to be her other half like Peter is for Harley and Harley is for Peter.

But then she met Saylor.

“Bye, bug, I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

She hugs Peter goodbye, settling back into the cushions beside Harley.

“How did you know you were going to be with Peter forever?” Morgan asks. She adores the way Harley’s expression goes gentle and nostalgic and loving.

“Peter likes to say that he knew when we met, that very first time, at the cabin. But I don’t think it was ever quite that simple, you know? I knew I loved him when we were in college and he was in Massachusetts while I was in California, and I woke up one day, and found Peter in my dorm room. He’d flown all the way out, on his long weekend, just to spend time with me. He was sitting next to me, reading the book I had to write an essay on so he’d be able to me. It was so simple, so easy, and it was clear, in that moment, that I could do that forever. Wake up next to him, live in simple domesticity with him.”

“And you wanted to do that forever?”

She knows that moment with Saylor, too. They had come home from a long day at school and a long evening at the hospital, and they had picked up her favourite meal for dinner on the way home. They had curled up on the couch together, eaten dinner, and watched a movie, and smiled when Morgan had ranted about the antagonist of the film.

“For as long as he’d have me.”

“And you’ve never once gone back on that?”

Harley shrugs, eyes far away. “I fucked up in college, I nearly ruined the best thing I’d ever had, and that’s the biggest regret I’ll have to carry with me. That’s the only regret I’ll ever have about our relationship, is hurting him and losing four months with him.”

“I think I want to ask Saylor to marry me,” Morgan says. She’s certain about that, but god is she ever nervous. “I love them more than anything.”

“I know.” Harley nudges her with his shoulder. “Every time you talk about them, you get that same look that I see on Peter’s face constantly. And that- that’s a lot. I see it on Saylor’s face too, when they talk about you.”

“You do?”

Harley’s smile widens. “I do. It’s clear how much that kid loves you. And if you’re even a fraction as sure as I was when I proposed, then you should go for it.”

“How did you do it?”

“It’s about as dramatic as you’d expect from us. He was-” Harley stops, swallows visibly. “He was dying. He’d been hurt while on a mission and I was there, I was holding him and he was- he was dying. Bucky had to physically restrain me while Sam got him to help… It was the most scared I’d ever been.”

“He was okay, though.”

“Yeah, somehow he always is. He was in that goddamn hospital bed and he was so high on pain killers and I just, I asked him to marry me.”

“That simple?”

“That simple.”

Morgan laughs a little. “And he said yes?”

“He did. He said yes. And when he was released from the hospital, he laughed so hard he cried because he couldn’t believe that’s how I asked him.”

And god does Morgan ever want that with Saylor. She loves her partner like crazy, loves them to the moon and back, she never wants to go another day without them, she doesn’t want to spend another second without being able to call her partner, her fiancé.

“I want to marry Saylor,” she says again.

Harley grins. “I’m proud of you.”

“For being in love?”

“For being unapologetically you and going after what you want.”

Morgan leans into Harley, his arm coming up to wrap around her shoulders. “You think they’ll say yes?”

“No question about it, kid.”

“If they do…” She trails off nervously. “Would you and Peter walk me down the aisle?”

Harley presses a kiss to her temple. “We would love to. And I’m sure we could have Nova trained to be a ring bearer in no time.”

Morgan laughs at the thought of her clumsy, bouncy little puppy trying to do anything with finesse.

Peter returns with lunch a little while later.

As soon as he walks in, he drops the bags down on the table and says, “I want a baby.”

“What?” Harley lets out a little surprised laugh and Morgan bursts into giggles at the absurdity.

“Quinn brought her baby in for the meeting because she couldn’t get a babysitter in time,” Peter explains, pouting childishly. “And I want one.”

Harley shakes his head, more dumbfounded than disagreeing. “You want a baby.”

“I want a baby,” he repeats. “I want a little tiny thing with ten fingers and ten toes and a beating heart.”

Morgan laughs again, walking up to hug Peter. “God, I missed how absolutely crazy you are.”

“Okay, darling, how about you eat some food and we’ll talk some more later?”

It’s not a no and Peter grins triumphantly.

“When did you know that you wanted to be with Harley forever?” Morgan asks before she can stop herself.

Peter’s smile widens and he looks to Harley with the softest, most lovestruck eyes she’s ever seen. “I was fifteen.”

“Fifteen? You were seventeen when we met.”

Peter slides a hand over Harley’s shoulder, tucking himself into his husband’s side. “I was fifteen and I was here with Tony. Right here, actually. We were having a lab night and he mentioned something about a potato gun kid. And I asked him to tell me about you. About dumbass Harley Keener who didn’t know when to stop, who was talkative and loud and sarcastic and annoying. Harley who helped save Tony’s life. And I thought, wow, if anybody would know what it feels like to be me, it’d be Harley.”

“Really?”

“I googled you later that day and I scrolled through your mom’s entire facebook, wondering just who was special enough to stay in Tony’s head for so long, so fresh. I told Ned, I said to him, I’m gonna meet this kid and I’m going to marry him one day because who else is worthy of my love than somebody who could save Tony Stark’s life.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not! It’s all true. Ask Ned, he’ll tell you.”

Harley rolls his eyes in pure adoration. “You never told me that.”

“I was embarrassed and then it didn’t seem relevant anymore.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting to learning things about you, Parker.”

Peter grins up at him. “Like how I want to have a baby?”

“You two would be amazing dads,” Morgan says, almost shyly. That part of their relationship isn’t talked about very much, how they might as well have raised Morgan, filled in the spot that her dad left when she was so young. “Any kid would be lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, bug,” Peter murmurs.

“If you take tomorrow off, we’ll start researching, alright?” Harley bargains. A day off is hard to come by with Peter, but with an ultimatum like that, Peter can’t possibly say no.

Peter kisses him in response.

April Parker is the flower girl at Saylor and Morgan’s wedding that fall.

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